Avarìa
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is a Seifer bobble head doll, don't sue!
By: Rosiel and Kira
Author's Notes: Woohoo! Chapter 1! Dances around, grabs Kira and dancesAnyways,
thanks for all the great reviews,
we love hearing what people think of our work. It's wonderful. Almasy, while we know is not an
Italian name,
but it's our fic so we're bending some rules here! Also, I know none of these characters are
related, but for the sake of our fic
they all have the last name Almasy. Please don't flame us!!! Holds up SxS plushie given by
reviewer Megami Layla!
And we love the plushie by the way!!! This chapter will switch into different people's POV's but
you will be warned
ahead of time. Still SeiferxSquall although will be in the next few chapters, not this one. Ducks
flying objects
On with the fic! Runs off
Chapter 1: Property of....?
Squall slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as his hazy vision cleared. The sweet smell
of cinnamon filled his nose and he sighed softly, closing his eyes once again, when he
remembered what happened. He stared around the huge room. Pieces of gold, red and purple silk
covered the ceiling. Ornate mirrors hung from the ceiling showing the contents of the room.
Tapestry pillows were laid out on the floor on top of soft oriental rugs.
Squall blinked, his eyes widening at the sight he caught in the right end of one of the mirrors.
Two male slaves were engaged in the throes of passion on the pillows, a tall black man with a
long braid down his back watching as the taller brunette slave penetrated a small red head. The
red head threw his back, arching his back and crying out in pleasure.
Someone cleared his throat and the tall black man turned around. He was muscular, but not
bulky. He barely made a sound as he moved towards Squall, his spandex burgundy body suit
doing nothing to hide the prominent hardness the two slaves had evoked. Squall's eyes widened.
(Please God; tell me he isn't going to....)
"He looks a little thin."
Squall looked up, (The bartender from last night. What the hell is going on?) He thought.
Ward shrugged his powerful shoulders. Motioning towards the desk shoved into the back of the
room.
"Of course, I'm sure I can find a buyer for him. 100,000 dollars I believe is what we agreed on
correct?"
At the affirmative nod, the black man moved silently over to the mahogany desk settling down in
the golden leather chair and typing a few phrases into the computer, motioning towards Ward to
come towards him. They leaned over the computer for a few minutes, motioning towards this and
waiting for that to clear, before Ward walked out of the room without looking back.
Squall slowly looked towards the black man, he sat at the desk with his head cocked to one side
studying him. His dark eyes held a measuring quality, like Squall was a fresh cut of meat and he
was trying to decide whether he wanted to eat it or feed it to the dogs. He slowly got to his feet,
walking over to the brunette and red head.
"Nida, take this one down to the baths, the auction is in an hour and he needs to be prepared."
"Yes master." The slave's voice was incredibly quiet despite his size.
He slowly pulled out of the little redhead and walked over to Squall, helping him to his feet.
Squall swayed unsteadily as the blood rushed back into his limbs and Nida helped support him.
He didn't say a word as he helped Squall out the room and into a stone hallway passing a variety
of cherry stained wooden doors. The hallway was plain, except for a few pictures here and there.
One picture in particular caught his attention. It was a three paneled piece quite large but very
detailed. In the middle a variety of naked people seemed to be enjoying themselves, bathing,
talking in small groups and what not. On the two sides though, it showed torture and despair.
Squall stopped to study it, staring at the scenes. Nida pulled on his arm impatiently, he didn't
want to be beaten and this new slave definitely looked too delicate to handle his master's whip or
knives.
Nida pushed open a large door at the end of the hall, entering quickly. He pulled Squall in after
him and closed the door behind them. The steam in the room was thick and it seemed to consist
of nothing but large tubs. A variety of naked slaves lounged in them. They didn't even look up as
Nida and Squall approached one. Nida let go of his hand and turned to look at him.
"Take your clothes off and get in." Nida said in that same soft voice.
"What?"
Nida sighed, "Please don't make this difficult. Take your clothes off and get in. You have to be
bathed so that you look good for the auction."
"What auction?" Squall asked, looking up into his gentle eyes.
"Do as I ask, and I'll answer your questions."
Squall slowly removed his clothes and slid into the water. The brunette was very gently washed
his hair and body and answered any questions he had. He quickly learned that the slave trader
Kiros Seagill had bought him and that he only dealt with the best masters and slaves. He was to
be sold at the auction the trader was holding where some of the richest people in the world came
to spend millions of dollars on his wares.
Nida helped him out of the tub and pushed him to lie on a padded table. Squall stared up at the
ceiling as a lavender scented oil was rubbed into all his skin. He sat up quickly as Nida gently
massaged his cock and balls, his eyes widening as he pushed his hands away.
"Easy, I'm not going to hurt you. You're going to have to get used to being touched. Your owner
will probably do it a lot and so will the people at the auction. They have to see if you're worth
purchasing."
(What have I gotten myself into?) Squall wondered as he lay back down, taking deep breaths to
calm himself as the touches continued.
"All right, I'm through. You can stand up now, I'm going to get you something to wear." Nida
said softly as he walked off.
Squall shivered despite the heat of the room. He got to his feet looking
around the room. The slaves continued to lounge around as though nothing out of the ordinary
was happening. He wrapped his arms around his body and sat back down on the cushioned table.
Nida reappeared, carrying a small bundle of clothing. He handed them to the smaller brunette
before picking up a brush and gently leaning forward to run it through Squall's hair. The brunette
sat still and allowed it, not saying anything. Once he was finished, Nida motioned for Squall to
get up and get dressed.
"It's almost time for the auction. I'll take you there." Nida said with a small comforting smile.
Squall nodded and allowed himself to be led from the room.
Quistis' POV
Quistis sat down on the cushioned chair waiting for the slave auction to start. /Why did I agree to
do this? And for crying out loud why does Irvine want me to pick a slave for that idiot younger
brother of mine? / She shook her head, turning slightly as her blue eyes looked to Raijin. /And
did Irvine have to send along Seifer's groupie? / She turned her gaze back to the stage, reaching
up with a well manicured hand to push her glasses back up on her pretty face.
Irvine had insisted she go after Selphie had pressured him into getting a present for their brother.
He was the best assassin the Almasy family had ever had. He was stealth and knew how to get
the job done. It was especially good to have him since the Irish Mafia had killed Cid.
Quistis saw red briefly at the thought of her dead father. They had all been young when it
happened. It had started out as a small gathering of the family, Irvine, Quistis and Seifer all
sitting at the table with their father and their stepmother Edea. Cid was a kind-hearted man; it
was still hard for people to believe he was the head of the most powerful Italian family. Cid, was
gentle to everyone he felt protective of and he adored all three of his children.
None of them really remembered their mother. From what they had heard from Cid she was a
beautiful woman with long straight blond hair like Quistis' and Seifer's blue green eyes. She was
the embodiment of love and devotion, not only to her husband but to her children as well. A
complication during the birth of the youngest child Seifer had killed her. Cid never blamed him
for it, but Quistis knew he still carried around some guilt in his belief that he killed her. Although
with his cocky attitude and sarcastic comments no one really knew it. She'd never admit it, but
she herself silently did blame him for their mother's death, perhaps that's what caused them to
start to fight when they were older or perhaps it was his close relationship with their new
stepmother that brought on the rivalry. She seemed to have a special bond with the boy that no
one else could ever hope to have. Seifer was her favorite and they often found her talking with
him and holding him in her lap, something no one would dare do to the aggressive blond little
boy.
Edea had been their mother for only a short year when her husband's life was cut short. She was
kind, gentle and adored her stepchildren. She never tried to take their mother's place in their
hearts, but instead tried to earn her own. And within that year she certainly had, at least in
Quistis' mind become their mother, though none of the children ever called her mother. It was
always Matron, a title she smiled at whenever it was said. The three years she had been with Cid,
she had spent getting to know him and his children as well as the ropes on the family business as
everyone liked to refer to it.
Quistis could remember the night their father died so vividly. It had started out like any normal
dinner with Seifer trying to provoke his big brother into a fight and Quistis trying to stand in
between them. Edea had been scolding them about it when the bomb exploded. Cid had jumped
in front of his wife and daughter to block them from the blast; his brother pulled Seifer under the
table. Debris slammed into his body causing immediate death. Edea had screamed, but Quistis
remained quiet to stunned to say anything. Guards raced into the room trying to help the children
and their screaming stepmother from the room. When they found Cid, there was nothing anyone
could've done for him. Glass from the window and wood had been embedded in the middle of his
back, piercing his heart.
From then on, Edea had been forced to run the family, although everyone could see it broke her
heart to have to do such. It was her husband's family she ran, not her own. At least in her mind,
not her own. The family had long ago accepted her into their ranks as one of their own and the
only one of them that could convince her otherwise was Seifer.
Irvine however was meant to take over so when he reached the age of 13, only a year or two
younger than when their father had taken over, he became the head of the family, the Godfather if
you will. Edea seemed happy with not having to deal with the war that had broken out among the
Irish and Italian mafia families and although she still stayed in the loop with Irvine asking for her
advice and what not, she mostly stayed out of it. Keeping to herself and only really speaking to
Seifer about anything not having to do with the family business.
/That's what got me into this whole mess in the first place. / She thought angrily. Edea mentioned
to Irvine that she thought Seifer perhaps needed someone to talk to other than herself and the
family, perhaps a companion or a consort. Irvine had agreed with her completely after a little
push from his wife Selphie. The beautiful brunette had only been apart of their family for a few
months, but already she had a tight leash on Irvine. Quistis had to give her credit, she had
adapted to their lifestyle very easily. And she seemed to really care about her husband and their
poor stepmother.
Selphie had wanted to go with Quistis to the auction, not really trusting her to pick out something
that would fit with her younger brother-in-law's tastes, but hadn't been able to, do to business
with Irvine last minute. So she had sent the behemoth Raijin, as Quistis was fond of calling him.
He was nice, but so devoted to her younger brother that it made her sick to her stomach. She
sighed softly, turning her blue gaze towards the stage as Kiros stepped out.
Most of the auction didn't really matter, the only interesting thing was when someone tried to
outbid her on a pretty little blond she was certain her younger brother would enjoy. If she didn't
come back with something he would probably like, Irvine would have her ass. Not to mention
Edea and Selphie. She allowed the next few "beauties" to pass before it grew quiet. A gorgeous
brunette was forced out onto the stage. His gray blue eyes were wide with apprehension as he
looked around the room. His skin was soft and blemish free and he reached up to push back some
of that gorgeous brown hair with a long fingered hand.
Kiros took the boy's arm in his hand and pulled him forward. His exposed chest heaved as he
stared at the people around him. He tried to jerk his arm free but the slave trader had a very good
grip. He was well muscled but nothing like Kiros, there would be no escaped his hold unless he
wanted too.
"This rare beauty was brought to me just earlier today. He would be a wonderful addition to
anyone's harem." Kiros' voice boomed over the expanse of the room.
The boy visibly shivered but didn't say anything. The bidding went quickly, so quickly it even
made Quistis' head spin. But when Kiros yelled the word "Sold!!" the boy looked up and into the
blue eyes of his new owner.
Ending Notes: Wohooo! It's finished! We worked really hard on this! Thank you so much for all
the wonderful reviews,
we really enjoy hearing what people think of our work. If you can guess the painting in Kiros'
house, we'll give
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harder and
quicker to get the next chapter out! Until next time! Rosiel and Kira