My. Writing. Was. Terrible. T.T Seriously, how could I have posted this crap! I simply cannot let these chapters go unfixed. So get ready for thicker paragraphs, more detail, and more conversation that will not change any part of the story whatsoever. Just meaningless chatter but chatter nonetheless. Seriously, look at those puny paragraphs! I tortured you readers. How did you stick with this story for so long! Aishiteru...Translations at the bottom!

Disclaimer: (c) Copyrighted to someone who is not me.

Chapter One

"He's dead."

Daisuke stared dumbfounded as the doctor got up from his chair by the bed and began putting his items away. The metal 'clink, clink' of his instruments hitting each other was the only sound in the room, as the other occupants were struck speechless. Two others besides the slave Daisuke were present. And those two other members of the room besides Daisuke and the doctor blinked furiously, trying to take in this new piece of information. Both women, it was obvious that the first women came from a rich family. Beautifully dressed, it was weird for Daisuke to see her and then see the slave next to her, dressed in rags. But they were very beautiful rags, Daisuke noticed. She wore them well.

"Dead?" the speaker was a young woman with big eyes—the man's sister.

The doctor merely nodded in response, writing out a synopsis of what had occured. Daisuke sat trying to collect his own thoughts. He'd woken up with aching lips, as usual. The man had ordered him to awaken him at the crack of dawn so the two could move on to the next town. But when Daisuke had placed his hand upon his former master's shoulder, he had found it cold. Deathly cold. Panicked, he had scrambled from the room and called for help. The doctor was summoned, as was the man's sister. And here we are now... A single tear slid down Daisuke's porcelain cheek.

"Master..."

The three looked at Daisuke, who immediately turned away. He was dying to know the cause of death but was afraid of being punished. It wouldn't be the first time. The slave girl regarded him with pitying eyes. Daringly he glanced up and held her eyes with his own. They were beautiful. A deep, ocean blue that Daisuke could just lose himself in. And he did. At least until the doctor sighed and touched Daisuke's cheek.

"He will have to be sent back."

oOo

The slave auction never looked so bleak to Daisuke. The iron cuffs around his feet kept him from running and were very annoying. Clank, clank, clank. Where was he going to run, anyway? The sun slipped in-between the clouds suddenly, darkening the area. Daisuke stopped to look up, and was pulled along harshly. As they reached their destination Daisuke was thrown roughly into an iron cage. He was really beginning to hate iron. Daisuke's eyes narrowed dangerously, fervently praying that he wouldn't snap and cuss the man out. The man, in retaliation to Daisuke's hardened attitude, pulled Daisuke as close as possible and kissed him.

It was a disgusting kiss. Tasted horrible and Daisuke was willing to bet that the man hadn't brushed his teeth in weeks. Even as a slave, Daisuke took care of himself. Even when there was nothing to wash his mouth out with, Daisuke found something. Being unsanitary was something that the red-head abhorred so much that when he even thought about going weeks without a shower or bath, he found that this odd feeling in his stomach began to form. The man laughed at Daisuke's repulsion. He walked away smirking, leaving a desperate Daisuke looking up at the sky.

A few feet to the right a crowd was gathering behind a very rich looking buyer, trying to persuade him to buy this slave or that. Daisuke didn't bother looking at the buyer. He suspected it would be one of those rich fat ones whom no girl would really want save for the money, so they came and took a few slaves to screw once in a while. And what was the buyer wearing? He could smell the cologne all the way from his cell. Instead, he looked up at the sky.

"Somebody just kill me now…"

And as he looked back down, a pair of violet eyes stared back into his own. With a yelp, Daisuke stumbled backwards and fell to the floor.

"Get up."

Staring up Daisuke saw one of the most beautiful people in existence. He was fairly tall with creamy skin, purple hair, and eyes to match. He looked to be no older than Daisuke, give or take a year or two. Dressed well, he looked so much like a prince that it was all Daisuke could do to stop from bowing at the boy's feet. But the boy was done with Daisuke at the moment. Grinning widely the boy turned to the man beside him and said,

"This one."

Immediately Daisuke was yanked out of the cage he had so recently been placed in and shoved into the arms of the violet eyed boy. Once again, Daisuke had been taken.

"My name is Dark and you will address me either as Master or Dark-sama. Wakata?"

"Hai…"

"And your name? Whenever possible, address me in Japanese."

Dark leaned towards Daisuke with his elbows on his knees and his eyes wide and curious. He was awfully curious about everything, Daisuke noticed. And his eyes wouldn't stop wandering over Daisuke's body.

"Watashi wa Daisuke-desu. Yoroshiku…"

"Liar."

Daisuke sat next to Dark in the limo he had conjured up for the ride home. At Dark's last remark Daisuke met his eyes—surprisingly, they were warm. Maybe he won't be so bad, Daisuke thinks to himself. Dark flipped his hair out of his eyes, gave a small laugh, and continued.

"You're not pleased to meet me; you're wishing my death as we speak."

To this Daisuke had no answer.

"Come here—I want to taste you."

Daisuke froze, reluctant to come closer. Maybe I was wrong…Dark grinned wider—"Come!"—and pulled Daisuke towards him, causing the boy to topple on him. Suddenly Daisuke was very happy that the window between them and the driver was closed. The thought of anyone watching this was…mortifying. Daisuke was pulled out of his trance as Dark bit his ear eagerly. He purred low in his throat, one word coming to mind.

"Oishi…" he ran his fingers through Daisuke's hair, the softness overpowering him. "Daisuke you're so oishi!"

Daisuke whimpered, allowing himself to be fondled. It was always this part which he hated. The fact that he didn't want this to be happening to him and yet at the same time some part of him wished it would never stop. His whimpering soon gave way to wanting: this guy was good. Dark's hands moved expertly across Daisuke's body, feeling him out slowly. And when the violet haired teen ran his fingers too close to Daisuke's groin, he unwillingly gave a moan of pleasure, knowing dark would stop. And he did.

A mansion slid into view and the car drove towards it. Daisuke stared in awe as Dark gave him directions to go straight to his room; he blinked. First, the thought of him going into that house alone and trying to find a room was ridiculous. He'd get lost! Choosing not to voice his thought out exactly as he'd thought it, Daisuke bit his lip thinking for words to say.

"Demo, Dark, I don't know where your room is."

"Dark-sama," Dark leaned forward and chidingly kissed Daisuke's lips.

"Hai…gomen…" Daisuke murmured. His pants were becoming unbearably tight…

"I suppose I'll have to escort you,"Dark's eyes did another scanning of Daisuke's body, "and wash you. You are so filthy."

"I am not!"

It just slipped out. Mentally smacking himself, the red-head awaited the punishment that he was sure to recieve from Dark. No slave back-talks a master and goes unpunished. Another kiss. Dark's eyes shone at Daisuke, who backed down. He didn't like that look. Taking his hand Dark lead Daisuke into the mansion. It seemed deserted. Eyes wandering over everything, Daisuke stopped momentarily to glance at an old clock. Dark tugged him along, entering the bathroom. And the bathroom was grand; much grander than any other one the boy had ever seen in his entire life.

"Undress."

Dark's voice was a bit too cheery as he leaned in to start the water. That hentai wants me to bathe with him? Daisuke's eye twitched at the thought. It twitched even more as he saw Dark remove his own clothes and step in.
"Daisuke. Undress and come in."

Unwillingly Daisuke undressed, knowing that Dark was taking in every second of it. As he slipped into the warm bath he noticed Dark's skin was much paler than before. But…unconsciously Daisuke's eyes ran over Dark's body. He did have a very nice body. A smile playing on the edges of his lips, Dark commanded Daisuke,

"Turn around and face the other way."

Daisuke did as instructed and felt Dark's arms wrap around his waist. One hand found his manhood and began stroking it. He tried to keep from moaning—like before—but one purr from Dark brought it out quickly. A smile graced Dark's lips and he leaned in to kiss the back of Daisuke's neck, earning a shiver. Yes, Dark thought, I chose a good one.

Hah, I re-did it. /punches air/ I felt so terrible after rereading it. I was like...how did I ever post this crap. But, it just shows that I'm improving, ne? Now if only I can improve on the other ones too...o(.)o Review please!

Translations

Wakata / Understand

Hai / Yes

Watashi wa Daisuke-desu / I am Daisuke

Yoroshiku / Pleasure (ie-Pleased to meet you)

Oishi / Tasty

Demo / But

Gomen / Sorry

Hentai / Pervert