Alright, I really wanted to have this written out, but the next chapter will be. So if this one lacks some of the quality that the last one had (if there was any) then I apologize. But I still hope you enjoy it!
Umino No Kyo: Hehehehe, as you wish.
CeTe: Aw, you're not disapointing me. Ifeel like I'm disapointing you a little because it's a touchy topic for you, sorry! But it won't be a major slave fic, just the first few chapters so you can get an idea of the relationship between the characters. As usual with me, there will be plenty of twists and I'll try to steer this away from any refrences that might offend you! Thanks for reviewing and still reading this for support, you really don't have to but it's greatly appreciated!
alpha2nd: Eyes was the cutest little thing, wasn't he? Hehehehe, you're violent. Sorry, but this guy is gonna get away with it. I've wanted to do an AU fic for a while, but just couldn't think of a decent idea for one. Hopefully this one will work out!
Also, a note to all who are reading this: I didn't put Eyes' name in last chapter, but I am going to from here on out. I think I got my point across and there's no need to keep him dubbed "the boy" anymore...that was getting old. That's all!
One week without food. Eyes didn't think it was really possible; he'd also thought that he would be dead long before now, though. His body ached with every movement, but still he kept at it. He didn't want to be caught not working again or else he would be dead soon. He reached for a little bit of cotton that he had missed when a shadow covered him and the plant that he was picking. Eyes didn't even hesitate, he just kept working and kept his head down. The shadow remained there, unmoving, until a voice accompanied it, "Hello, there." The voice had an accent like Chase's, but it was much kinder and friendly. Chancing a look up, Eyes came face to face with a boy that couldn't have been much older than him. He had brown hair and his eyes...they weren't exactly brown. They seemed to glow with life, almost golden. Eyes' dull blue orbs were captivated by the immense aura of friendliness that this boy had. His voice was silky, like that of an angel's as it spoke to him, "Hi, my name's Kanone." Eyes wasn't sure what to say so he just stared. Kanone frowend slightly, "You can talk, can't you?"
Eyes realized he must have seemed incredibly stupid just staring so he nodded, "Of course I can talk, but I really need to get back to work."
"Well I just came here this morning from another farm and I need to know what I can and can't do here. The man who runs this farm, what's his name?"
"Master." Eyes replied coldly, "You don't call him anything else. And you don't do anything unless he tells you to do it. You keep your mouth shut and your head down and hope that he's in a good mood."
"Well, he sounds pretty strict." Kanone said, and then laguhed, "Are you sure he's really that bad?"
Eyes glared at the boy, "Yes, he is. He makes Hell seem like Heaven."
"Well how do you know what Hell and Heaven are like? Have you ever been to either one?"
Eyes shook his head, "I couldn't be that lucky."
Kanone frowned at this, "You really hate it here that much to wish you were dead?"
Eyes nodded, "I could never kill myself, though. But this place...sometimes it makes me think I could."
Eyes heard a chuckled from behind him, and he knew exactly who it belonged to. His eyes widened and he quickly tried to start working again, but a hand came down on his shoulder, "Now, boy, certainly it's not that bad here." Chase chuckled in a low voice.
Eyes figured he was dead anyway, "Yes, Master, it is." He replied and waited for the blows to come.
However, they never did. Eyes kept his eyes closed until he heard Chase laugh out loud, "Well now, it's a shame that I just sold you. Otherwise we'd have a field day with a comment like that one."
"Wait, did he just say sold?" Eyes thought, "Am I really leaving?" Eyes looked up slightly and then turned to Kanone, instantly feeling sorry for him, "I guess this is goodbye, then. It was nice to meet you."
Chase laughed again, "What in the world are you talking about, boy? Kanone is the one who bought you."
Eyes froze at hearing this. Kanone was his new master? He seemed so nice, though, it wasn't possible. Eyes glanced up to Kanone and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, "You might not belong to me anymore, but that doesn't mean that Kanone won't have the same rules I do. Never make eye contact, it's rude."
Eyes shook slightly, so Kanone was no different, "I'm sorry, sir." Eyes apologized.
"Sir? I don't even get a proper title?" Kanone asked, only sounding offended. It was a good thing that Eyes hadn't looked up, Kanone was doing all he could to keep from busting out laughing. He knew it was wrong to laugh at the boy, but he was just so...timid. Kanone had always found these kind of people interesting, and wondered how they could be s respectful to people they despised, "To each his own, I suppose." Kanone thought with a smirk.
He tuned back in just in time to hear more apologizing out of the small boy, "I-I'm sorry, Master. I didn't m-mean t-to..."He had started stuttering badly, probably from nervousness. Of course this defect had made him even more nervous and he had ceased to form proper sentences.
Kanone stopped his babbling with a hand placed gently on his shoulder, "I was only joking." He said with a laugh, "Now let's get out of here."
Eyes nodded quickly, "Yes, Master."
Kanone smirked, he'd have to give this boy a serious lesson in self respect. It was a short walk to the carriage that Kanone had arrived in, and soon said boy was getting behind the reins. Eyes stood beside the carriage, not sure whether it was okay or not to get in, "Well, come on. We don't have all day, get in." Eyes nodded and Kanone urged the horses on with a crack of the reins. This sounded suspiciously like a whip, however, and Eyes instinctively flinched at it. Kanone saw this and quickly lowered the reins, "Sorry." He offered, "I didn't mean to scare you."
Eyes just nodded, "It's alright, I'm sorry for being startled."
Kanone stared at him, bewildered, "He's apologizing for me scaring him?" Kanone shook his head, this boy had some serious issues. The ride to Kanone's farm was quite long, over three hours. About two hours into it, Eyes leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The rest was short lived as Kanone spoke to him, "Tired?"
His eyes snapped open and he sat up straight, "I'm sorry." He said, almost instinctively. It didn't matter what he was apologizing for, just as long as Kanone wasn't upset with him.
Kanone chcukled a little, "Don't be sorry, I only asked you a question. So, are you?"
Eyes hesitated, but figured lying wouldn't get him very far, "Yes."
Kanone smiled, "Finally, I get a straight answer out of you." With that he put his arm over Eyes' shoulder and pulled him close. Eyes tensed at this but Kanone soon calmed him down, "It's alright, just relax. Lean your head on my shoulder; it'll be more comfortable than the wood." Eyes did as he was told and closed his eyes once again, now leaning on Kanone. It felt odd to be treated so kindly, but he quickly adjusted, not knowing how long it might last. Kanone leaned his head on Eyes' and they reached home a little over an hour later. Kanone stopped the horses and glanced down at Eyes, "Wake up, we're home." He got no response out of the sleeping boy and just sighed. He managed to get himself and the small boy he was carrying out of the carriage and into his mansion.
There was no other word for the huge building. It had 30 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, and a giant kitchen. Of course there was a dining room with a long, wodden table that could fit about 60 people and a living room with several couches and chairs placed throughout. Yes, Kanone's mansion was definitely one of his greatest accomplishments, and he was very proud of it. His parents had passed away a couple years back and left everything they owned to their only son. The house that they lived in was actually quite small compared to where Kanone lived now. He had thought up the design himself and used some of the money that his parents left him to build it. His father had owned slaves when he was still alive, and Kanone saw how they were treated. It was much akin to how Chase treated his slaves, and Kanone had despised this treatment. When his father finally passed away, a few years after his mother, Kanone kept the slaves that has been under his father's care. He bought the house so that his workers, as he called them, could live inside with all the luxuries that Kanone had been exposed to. Not that he considered hot water and soap luxuries, but they did.
Kanone entered his room, which wasn't much larger than any of the others, and lay Eyes down on his bed. This was the first time that Kanone could get a good look at the boy's face and saw that he resembled a bruised angel. The scars that covered his face would heal with time, and when they did the boy would look like he had descended from heaven. His slightly feminine facial structure only made him look more angelic, as did his silver hair. Or, at least it would when the blood, dirt, and god knows what else was washed out of it. That was when Eyes decided that it would be a good time to wake up and slowly opened his dulled eyes to gaze at Kanone. In the instant before Eyes realized where he was, Kanone saw soft blue eyes gazing at him, lost and alone. Kanone hated that look in the younger boy's eyes, and wanted to make it go away. The beautiful cerulean color had been dulled to a murky blue by years of abuse,a nd Kanone wondered if they would ever shimmer again like he knew they must have once upon a time.
Eyes sat up, pressing a hand to his aching temple, all the while avoiding eye contact with Kanone. He was confused, however, and decided to give talking a chance, "Where am I?" He wondered. Obviously he was in a bedroom, but whose? And why had Kanone brought him here?
Kanone smiled and stood up from his seat on the bed next to Eyes, "You're home."
Ugh, was that any good? Yay, I got Eyes out of that horrible place. I don't know why I had Kanone mess with Eyes at Chase's farm, it just seemed like something he would do. I seem to be putting a lot more detail into some things in this fic, does it help any? I usually don't like too much detail, but let me know what you think of it!
