The last chapter in my update. I thank you all for your positive reinforcement and telling me to keep updating. Sometimes I wonder if I should give up this story but then I see all your reviews and it gets me going again on the plot. Once again, I know it's getting repetative, thank you all for your time and kind words. It really does help me get motivated to write great things.


Servitude
Chapter 11

"What's your name?" Daisuke couldn't speak at first, his heart beating so hard that it almost closed his throat. He couldn't look away from those bright eyes and slight smirk, feeling that burning hot blush push even harder against his cheeks.

Through the harsh sound of a heartbeat in his ears, he could hear himself weakly reply "Dai…Daisuke."

The smaller boy felt a prick at his heart that made him blink a few times when that lazy voice he was starting to enjoy repeated his name sweetly back to him, then softly added a "hn" after a short pause. Daisuke' eyes couldn't remove themselves from his master's face, no matter how hard he wished. He would calmly take the beating if only for a few more moments of this.

Those stormy eyes flickered down on Daisuke's face, as he realized his lips were slightly parted again, against his will. Daisuke watched as something flared for a moment behind those lovely blue-grey eyes, like lighting without thunder, before it was gone again. Just that look brought back all the uneasiness within Daisuke. He had seen looks similar to that before, many times before. And none of them usually had a nice outcome. Daisuke looked away quickly, blinking furiously to get the image of that look in his master's eye out of his mind.

His master must have sensed his uneasiness because he withdrew his hand from Daisuke's hair, the air in the bath suddenly becoming thick.

"Please," the wafting voice almost sounded guilty, "take as long as you like." The light-haired man turned with something in his outstretched hand. Daisuke looked up and saw it was a bar of soap and timidly took it. His master stood stiffly and walked over to a chair that had been placed near the door, on the opposite side of the bath room, and sat watching the smaller boy.

Daisuke sat, nervous, thinking that his master would leave the room, but who would leave a new slave alone during his first day?

Daisuke turned to put his back to his master and started the task of washing his dirty body, being extra gentle around the area where the nail had absolutely assaulted his hip. Being sure as to not break the skin open. The small boy turned his head when he was running a soaped hand slowly over his shoulder and let his eyes flicker toward his master at the door.

There was that hot look on his face again, his eyes like lightning. Daisuke immediately felt his cheeks grow hot and looked away quickly, his poor heart thumping so fast. Somehow Daisuke knew he was just digging a hole for himself, that look of temptation in his master's eyes spoke volumes about what was going to be done to the smaller boy later on.

Daisuke focused fully on washing his hair, pushing the thoughts of past encounters out of his mind. Washing the dirt and knots out of his hair was no easy task and by the time he was completely done the water had gone cold and was a somewhat different shade than it had been when he had stepped in.

The smaller boy turned timidly around, not sure how to alert his master that he was done but as he looked, he found there was a fluffy, light green towel waiting right infront of his face; held loosely in each hand by his master. Daisuke checked his master's expression. That hot look had left his eyes and no trace of anything was in them. A complete blank.

Daisuke stood slowly and the towel that had been infront of him suddenly flew over his head and in his face. An instinctive panic spread over Daisuke but calmed quickly when he felt hands rub the towel around on his wet head, drying his hair slightly. He brought his hands up to his face as the others stopped rubbing his head.

Daisuke's bright red hair was messed around his head and face as he softly pulled the towel so his face emerged but the towel still covered most of his hair. His fiery red eyes, to match his hair, looked timidly up at his master and saw that hot look being fought back vehemently in those stormy blue eyes.

"Your new clothes are beside the mirror." Those eyes were fighting back that want that Daisuke was so afraid of. "I believe they will fit you." Then those blue eyes tore themselves away and his master turned to walk out of the bath, leaving Daisuke feeling quite small and alone inside the large, fluffy green towel around his shoulders.


Yet again, this is my last chapter update of the day. I urge all of you who've read this far to leave me a review, no matter what the content is. Whether you want something added to the story, if you don't understand something, if you do or don't like all of it, if you want me to drink more kool aide, whether you have a better idea for the plot than me or people you'd like to see in it. And all those DarkxDaisuke fans, you'll just have to be patient. I have large ideas for this story so don't jump the gun. Dark will be in the plot soon enough. Thank you all for your very much appreciated patience!