This is kind of a lame chapter but I didn't know what else to do ^_^

This is kind of a lame chapter but I didn't know what else to do ^_^

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Harsh Society

"Do you have a name, boy?" the servant's new master asked. He was tall and had a loose ponytail down to the edge of his boots. His bright blue eyes seemed full of life. Perhaps this master wouldn't be as cruel as the traders.

"I don't have one," the boy said.

"Why don't slave traders ever bother to name you?" his master asked. "Always make us think of one. They really should work for the money we pay."

"Yes, sir."

"Let's see. You're the forth manservant I own. Let's draw on my French classes. Une, deux, trois…you'll be Quatre."

'A number?' he thought. 'I have been reduced to a number?' The boy really did have a name but couldn't remember it. Only a year or so had gone by, he remembered that but his name escaped him. Something about being a winner nagged at him. What had he won that would be so important? He did remember a bit about his capture by the traders. He was fourteen or so when caught almost a man. He was traveling with someone related to him but he couldn't remember whom. They were traveling across the desert. He couldn't remember why. Their camel for the supplies had somehow gotten lame. He couldn't remember how that had happened either. The traders came masked as friends. Once they gained their trust, they killed the boy's traveling companion because he was too old to sell and took the boy. He had worked for them for the past year but was replaced by a younger boy and sold to another man. He then worked for his master only a month when he was sent to his current master. 'At least he gave you a name,' he thought. 'The other didn't.'

"Well, Quatre," his master said. "You'll be the one to follow me around considering you're the youngest I have and will do the best."

"Yes, sir," the boy said.

"Stop with this yes, sir and no, sir," he said. "Call me Master Duo like every other servant here."

"Yes, sir, err, Master Duo, sir," the boy said awkwardly.

"Well, it's better."

The boy stood there a bit uncomfortable. Perhaps he wouldn't like it here after all.

"Wufei!" his master called.

A young oriental boy with black hair slicked back into a ponytail appeared. "Yes, Master Duo?" he asked.

"Show him around," the blonde boy's master said and left.

"Xay xay ying," he said in Wufei's native language. He didn't know how he knew it. It was just like the French numbers. How did he know these languages?

Wufei looked at him oddly. "Are you from China?" he asked in the same tongue.

The blonde boy shook his head.

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Was that okay?

Oh, and I know xay xay ying is confusing and all but I can't spell at all…it's supposed to be Chinese for "Thank you" it's supposed to sound like "shay shay ying" but again…I can't spell…someone once told me how to spell it but I forgot.

So if any of you know how to spell "Thank you" in Chinese….please tell me. I would be ever so grateful ^_^

~TrowasGirly~