Chapter 2

AN: This chapter continues where Chapter 1 left off. Chapter 1 ended right when she began to have flashbacks to her past.

Flashback

I was born a slave, but I wasn't always treated like one. When I was just about five years old, I met my master. Master was very shy and quiet as a child. He didn't speak to anyone except his nanny. He was very close to her. Unfortunately, she died of an unknown reason when he turned five. Afterward, Master refused to speak to everyone, even his parents. Master's father became concerned. He feared that if Master continues to not speak he might become mute for the rest of his life. Eventually, Master's father decided that Master needed a friend, a companion that'll be with him everyday doing everything together.

Early one morning, Master's father summoned all of the slave children to a huge, empty room. Of course, I was one of those slave children that were brought to that room. Master's father along with many of his servants met us there. Within a few moments, I saw Master for the very first time. He was a skinny boy with light skin. He had awkwardly colored hair; it was dark with a few strands of orange that he probably inherited from his mother who was a natural orange head. He had entered the room with his head down. He gave me a weird first impression, but I also felt some sort of connection between us. I can't really describe it, but I know its there.

"Son, I've brought so many children to play with you. Look," said Master's father to Master.

He did not look. At this, Master's father had to come up with another plan. He signaled for one of the slave children to come forward. The slave child stepped forward.

"What is your name?" Master's father asked the slave kid.

"I'm…I'm Kat...Katiro," the scared boy answered.

"Come over here Katiro," Master's father said as he led Katiro to Master, "Son, this is Katiro. He can be your new friend if you want."

Master shook his head. Correspondingly, he lifted his head. He had reddish- orange eyes like his mother, but it was barely visible because his long bangs were in the way. He examined Katiro and then, for some odd reason, he pushed him away. Katiro fell to the ground about 10ft. away from Master. Master's father became angry instantly. He glared at his son who was now looking down at the ground silently and then headed for the exit leaving all of us, the slave children, in one room with Master and the servants. I was quite shocked and amazed at the same time by Master's strength, but I was still too young to understand what has just happened. Eventually everyone followed Master's father to the exit, but I stood where I was. I looked at Master, and then at Katiro who was now getting up. Before I knew it, Katiro was charging at Master. Without thinking I ran in front of Master and blocked him.

"KATIRO, DON'T!" I yelled at the charging Katiro.

Katiro refused to stop until he has successfully gotten revenge. To my surprise, Master pushed me aside and ran head on to Katiro. Katiro flew backward, but Master did not budge. By this time, everyone has paused to see what all of the commotion was about, including Master's father. Three servants came running toward us. They stop to pick up Katiro, but they ignored Master and me.

I was on the ground right by Master. I was trying to get up when Master suddenly kneeled down in front of me. He looked at me in a very gentle way. He reached out his hand and helped me up. I was straightening my dirty clothes when I heard Master speak for the very first time.

"Why did you do that for? Are you stupid?" he asked.

"I…umm…" I was so shocked I couldn't figure out how to respond, "He…Katiro was going to run into you, and you weren't paying…I thought… Pause it just didn't feel right to not help."

I was embarrassed. I just stood there completely quiet. Then Master grabbed me by my arm and dragged me to his father.

"I…I…"he was trying to say something.

"Hm?" Master's father asked with an 'I-know-what-you-want' smile on his face, "Yes, son?"

"I…I…"he continued.

"I get it. Son, how would you like it if this little girl…Oh! What's your name child?" he suddenly paused waiting for my answer.

"Ah…Tohru," I answered shyly.

"Ok Tohru. Son how would you like it if Tohru here be your friend from now on?" he asked joyously.

Master looked at me, ignoring his father, he said, "Tohru? What kind of stupid name is that?"

"Um…" I didn't know what to say.

He ignored me and dragged me by the arm to the door. Master's father watched us leave with a big smile on his face. Master took me to a very big bedroom filled with all kinds of toys and games. There was a huge bed in the middle of the room, a big white screen on the wall in front of the bed, two power wheel type cars in one corner, and lots of pillows and toys were scattered all over the floor. He finally let go of me and jumped on the huge bed in the middle of the room. Then he looked at me in a weird way.

"Why are your clothes so dirty?" he asked randomly.

"..." I didn't know how to answer him. I just blushed.

It seemed like he knew what was on my mind. He jumped off of the bed and then dragged me out of the room, down the hall, and into another room. This time the room was filled with fabrics and clothes of every color. There were dresses, uniforms, suits, shirts, pants, skirts, and everything else you can imagine. Master dragged me to a lady in the room. She examined me carefully and headed into the back room. When she returned, she had a beautiful pink dress in hand. She handed it to me. But of course the idiot that I am, I just stood there clueless. I didn't know what to do with it.

"Go change into it, you idiot," Master said in an irritated kind of tone.

Everyone paused and stood there with a surprised expression on their faces. I guess it was because no one has ever heard Master speak before. But ignoring this, I quickly went into the changing room that the lady escorted me into and changed. Afterward, I didn't want to come out because I felt awkward in a dress. I've never wore anything so beautiful before. I've never even wore a dress before! I would always be in clothes sewed together by bits and pieces of old torn clothes. And they were always pants. However, the lady insisted that I go out to see Master, so I did.

When I came out, Master only looked at me silently. I turned red and looked down at the ground embarrassed.

"He must think I'm ugly," I remember thinking.

Once again, it seemed like he could red my mind. "You look very nice. You're pretty cute," he complimented me in a teasing way.

"You…really think so?" I said hopefully.

"Yeah. Now come on!" he said.

"Thank you," I said touched.

We headed back to Master's room, which is the room that we were in before, afterward. That was how Master and I first encountered each other and how I was chosen to be given to Master as a companion. From then on, we studied, played, and slept together in the same room. Master's mother did not want us to be sleeping the same room, but Master's father insisted at Master's request. I remember asking Master, once before, why he wanted me to be in the same room as him. He said something that I'll always remember. It was when we were eight. He smiled and said, "I don't want to ever lose you. I want you to be the very first person that I'll see everyday and the last every night."

We were the best of friends. We were inseparable! Then, it happened. On the morning of Master's 13th birthday, ten servants came into Master's room. Five of them took Master away and the other five took me to a small, dark room. I ended up being locked up there for over a year with no one to talk to but myself. Those were the worse days of my life. I couldn't stop worrying about Master and what they've done to him. I couldn't stop thinking of him. Then I realized that I've slowly fallen in love with him without even noticing it. How awkward does that sound? A slave in love with her Master…