Hi, and welcome to chapter one of His Pet. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :D

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On with the story!

Chapter One: Interest

My day started out rather average as days here go. We were fed our under-average breakfast, and I hid under my blankets (as usual) to change out of my sleeping yukata into one of my rather plain kimonos. The morning crowd had already assembled by the time I was done, and a few of the more desperate women were beginning what could easily be called a "strip tease" as they shimmied out of their yukatas. Disgusted at their shameless behavior, I gathered up my belongings (few items that they were, blanket, yukata, spare kimono, and other necessities) and shuffled over to the far corner of the cage that I had claimed as my own. No one dared dispute my claim, because, well, no one can see you very well in the back like that.

Anyway, I stashed my few items against one wall and I covered them with my thin blanket. I turned my back to it all and leaned against it. Then I closed my plain green eyes, twisted my uncommon, wheat-colored hair through the fingers of my right hand, and I began to dream. Ever since I heard that they might be releasing me, I've been making plans. Great plans of what I'm going to do, no matter where they drop me off. If I'm in the desert, I'll find an oasis and live there, happy as can be. Jungle: build a tree house and make friends with the local animals. Island: build a hut out of driftwood or whatever I can find. Mountains: find a nice cave. The Arctic: well... I guess I'd better learn how to build an igloo.

And so, on this rather common day, I have plans to begin learning how to build an igloo. I don't even bother to pay attention to the onlookers and shoppers. I already know that the watchers always warn sensible men far away from me. Most of the regulars already know what "trouble" I am and that they shouldn't try to mess with me. Most of the girls are already turning on the "natural charms" that have been forcibly taught to them. Fluttering eyelashes and timidly waving fans in front of their giggling faces... I've never bothered. I'd like somebody to tell me how the correct way to wave a fan will matter when I'm dumped in Antarctica. I'm certainly not going to try charming penguins.

I glanced up at the sound of most of the girls' squealing. They were all doubling their efforts to be charming and attractive, pinching their cheeks and biting their lips to give themselves color. They think they look beautiful. I think they look abused. The object of their attention was made clear soon enough, as a fairly large group of men came walking towards the cage. I didn't bother to look more. They were either very attractive, in which case why should I care, or very wealthy with a reputation that proceeds them, in which case, well, I certainly don't want a snob or a politician to be looking at me, however unlikely, so I grabbed my blanket and tucked the edges around my waist and I huddled in my corner, staring blankly at the wall. Back to my igloo.

Demon Eyes Kyo's POV

I have no idea why my "Friends" have dragged me to this... horrible display of featherbrained bimbos. Flicking their fans, inflicting injuries upon themselves (although minor, they are women, and therefore weak), and giggling... at. me. Do they even know who I am? What I can do to each and every one of them with a single slash of my sword? Obviously they know someone in my merry band of losers and servants, or they wouldn't be acting so foolishly. Heh, that idiot Kyoshiro is watching me now. Rather warily, I might add. As you might have guessed, I am smirking, which is normally a bad sign for whomever I might be looking at. I am, after all, Demon Eyes Kyo -filthy rich, celebrated drinker of sake, and Killer of a Thousand Men, probably more by now.

I think that having a woman has gone to Kyoshiro's head. He's the one that got the idea that I should find a woman. I had Sakuya. She was mine. But Kyoshiro just had to come and get her first. Of course, she couldn't resist him. Of course not. This is why I hate women. She tied him down, and now I have no rival, I have no one worthwhile to fight, and my life is really boring. I have been tempted to start a rebellion or a revolution, which, I suppose, is why Kyoshiro thinks that I need a shackle too.

Hells, and they say that these children are the best of the crop? Yukimura's brat Sasuke could take some of these home and be older than them... and taller too. I am over twenty. These children can't be older than thirteen, fourteen at the most. And Kyoshiro Mibu expects me to take one of these infants home and let her boss me around? Hell no. Of course, that must be why he brought along Bon, Yukimura, and Hotaru. They're trying to bully me into settling down. Well, god damn them, I'm the biggest badass the world has ever seen and I'll decapitate each and every one of them. And it was now that Yukimura decided to open his big mouth.

"Well Kyo? See anything you like? If I didn't have Okuni already, I think I'd take a few. But she'd probably kill me, you know?"

"Damn Kyo, look at that one over there, she's lookin' at you real nice. Damn nice figure too..." Bontenmaru whistled appreciatively and I gave a quiet snort in response, bared glancing at the girl in question. If you like her so much, Bon, you take her. I don't want any of these...

"They seem rather... young... especially for someone like Kyo..."

Finally, Hotaru decides to be the monotone voice of reason. Thank... oh shit. Kyoshiro has spotted another one. He's got a strange look on his face again that I do not want to mess with right now. I spun of my heel and stalked away from the painted up children in the cage.

Sadly, Kyoshiro snapped out of his daze to see me turn and he grabbed my arm, which I swung at him (he barely dodged, god damn it) and he pointed back to the cage. Into a corner. And spoke. And thus began my downfall.

"That one looks older than the others Kyo. By quite a bit."

"She looks a little... dazed..." Hotaru pointed out.

"Yeah?" Bon retorted, "So do you. She's pretty though."

"Yes, Bon-chan, she is rather pretty. Very different though. Blonde! I wonder if she's foreign..." Yukimura glanced at the small girl thoughtfully, a casual grin on his face that was making the girls in front swoon.

"Come on, Kyo!" Kyoshiro. Again. "At least call her out for an interview."

"I think not. Women are conniving little devils."

"Kyo!" Yukimura covered his mouth as if he himself had been insulted. "You're slandering the poor ladies! They can hear you, you know."

"Like I care."

"Well, Kyo," Bon. "If you're not going to call her out, I am. Yo! Guard! Come 'ere!" A short man in a deep violet uniform stepped forward, looking all together nervous and wary. As he should be. I'm sure that I looked fairly smug as I smirked viciously at the trembling man.

"Yes, sir?" His voice was as weak as his body. I could snap him in half.

"I want to talk to that woman." Bon pointed at the previously spoken about girl in the corner, who I hadn't bothered to give a second glance, well, or much of a first glance, I suppose. The guard glanced in the direction indicated and began spluttering.

"You must be interested in one of these, sir..." He squawked out, gesturing towards the girls in front.

"No." Bon said, rather forcibly. "I want to talk to the blonde."

"Sir..." The pathetic man tried to gather his courage (little that there is), and spoke again. "The blonde woman is a known troublemaker. She's been here two years and hasn't has a suitor in the past fourteen months. She's known to be trouble, sir, and really isn't worth your time. She's unsociable and unstable. She spends all of her time staring at the wall, just... um... star... ing..." He faltered under Bon's harsh glare, and soon fell silent.

"If she's troublesome," Yukimura said, "Then that's even better!"

"Yes..." Hotaru muttered. "Kyo isn't very... well mannered... either..." I glared at the moron and then at everyone else in the area, finally settling my crimson gaze on Kyoshiro. He acted nonplussed and only gestured to the woman again.

"Sir, I think that we would very much like to meet that girl."

To Be Continued...