The Hope Diamond | Prologue

An Angel Sanctuary Fanfiction By Majokai Yukiko

Pairing: Rociel x Katan

Warnings: Slavery.

This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe upon the rights of Yuki Kaori, Hana to Yume and its associates.

A.N: This is an AU fiction. [Meaning, you can basically ignore what happens in the series, generally] If you don't like the idea of it, then too bad, don't read. ^0^

I realize I'm beginning the pattern of naming my AS stories after gems. First was 'Tears of the Moon' (which basically meant pearls) and now diamonds…argh…

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New York, USA

At the age of twenty-five, Katan was very happy with his life. He was one of the highest earner in Boston, had dashing supermodel looks and a loving fiancée that he was planning to marry that fall. Best of all, he had just sent one of the biggest, most cruel slave master of the city into life imprisonment five minutes ago.

"Damn you! You fucking son of a bitch! I swear I'll get you when I can. You better watch your steps tonight, damn you!" The man known to the American public as Belial kicked, shouted and yelled as he was forcefully wrestled back into his cell, where he would no doubt spend the rest of his days in.

Katan gave the criminal a charming smile and slapped his briefcase shut. Why bother with what he says? Belial was not called the Prince of Lies for nothing.

He smirked.

Finally, five months of hard work had not gone unpaid. The thought of that disgusting creep in prison would sure to give Katan the dreamless sleep he had gone without for so long that night.

Had he ever told anyone he love his life? Sure he did.

With a genuine smile on his face, he made his way out of the courts and towards the car park where his car was.

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London, England

Somewhere on the other side of the globe, somebody else was feeling very pleased with himself. As a matter of fact, he had been very pleased with himself since his career had taken a high flight three years ago.

Rociel leant back on his office chair and smiled. He had his own fashion label named after himself, an entire wardrobe of clothes he had designed for himself, and a lovely mansion of slaves who practically worshipped the ground he tread on. What else could he possibly want?

Most of all, he had managed to prove his parents' "old money" thinking wrong.

The silver haired man leant forward and turned down the down lights in his office, wanting to enjoy the night view of London from his office. The bright words 'Rociel' glowed across the huge metal gates of his mansion.

It was his real name, unbelievable as it was. Knowing the sort of people his parents were, they would have named their children 'Abel' and 'Cain' if they had two sons. But life had given them a son and a daughter instead. Or perhaps they had given their children names of angels because they simply want to play God. Who knows?

Rociel leant back and smiled smugly to himself. Well, thinking about his parents might be depressing, but there was always that slave fair that he was invited to next month. Perhaps he could spare the time for it after all.

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La Convoitise

Paris, France

The young fashion designer had not even bothered to stifle his yawn. The auction was such a disappointment, he decided. A complete waste of effort in crossing the English Channel on an otherwise relaxing Sunday afternoon.

Rociel was hoping to see something new that day. He wanted a slave that had not been broken by his previous masters, hopefully somebody who still owned that little spark of defiance within. But so far all the slaves put up on auction that day had not quite been up to his standards. They were either damaged goods – to eager to please, to throw themselves at his feet and start licking his boots – or obviously straight homophobic men who were only turned into this trade by force. Nothing that interest him at all.

"Well, well, what do I have here?" A low baritone spoke up. With the lazy grace of a cat, Rociel offered a smirk and pulled the newcomer down for chaste kiss.

"Me, of course, my Devil." That man was Kira Sakuya, better known in the slaving community as Lucifer. He was also the owner of the auction house, La Convoitise, and the one who had sent a special invitation out to Rociel for the event.

"How have you been finding the merchandise so far?" Kira asked, taking the empty seat beside Rosiel.

"Really, Luc, I thought you would have better taste than…" he threw another disgusted glance at the stage and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Losing your capable minions seems to be affecting you more than it should, Kira."

Kira chuckled.

"Oh no, we take care of our own, definitely. And I trust Belial to only help me and not cause trouble for me. Come, my friend, I'll show you what I consider to be my best acquisition for this auction." He took out his cell phone and gave Rociel a brief wink. "I was planning to keep him for myself, but I'll let you see him first."

Now, that lifted Rociel's spirits a little. It was always enjoyable to vie with his friend for something, may it be a painting or a slave.

But something on stage had caught Rociel's eye first. Maybe it was the reflection of the spotlight on the slave's silvery white hair. Or perhaps it was simply the unbreakable spirit and intelligence he exuded even as he was dragged out onto the stage like a wild animal, blindfolded and hands bound behind his back.

The crowd lost interest almost immediately. Most slave owners present there liked their pets obedient and pliant, ready to serve their every wish, but not Rociel. He has had enough of bootlickers. Time for something different.

Kira followed Rociel's gaze back to the stage and kept his phone with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Him?" The dark hared man asked. "Isn't he a little too old for your liking?"

Rociel ignored him.

He got off his seat and made his way to where the slave was. The naked man stiffened slightly, ears perking up at the sound of footsteps approaching.

"And there was light…" Rociel whispered, yanking the blindfold off.

Katan thought he had died and went to heaven then. Only that saint Peter would never have come strutting before him in an expensive leather coat and equally expensive dark leather pants. But nonetheless, he thought it was an angel who had appeared before him.

"My name is Rociel…" The beauty said to him, a sincere smile gracing that effeminate face with greater brilliance. "Do you want to come home with me?"

Katan nodded yes.