Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
Summery: In the world this story is set in, nekojins are seen as no more than slaves and servants. After all, that is what the humans keep them for. Ray is a slave of the Hiwatari house. He has been tortured and tormented his whole life. But, when one person finally stands up for him, will it be enough? When one person finally loves him, will it save him?
Author's Note: So I've been reading a lot of fantasy and master-slave fics, so I got inspired to write this.
Flashbacks
Prologue
...Life of a Slave...
A newborn kitten's cry is heard as he takes his first breath high in the mountains of ancient China. The wind breathes a sigh of relief as the trees sway in relaxed harmony. The newborn was softly washed, blessed, and handed to his mother. She cradled him as he giggled and pulled a little paw out of the blanket to touch her beautiful face. The baby was beautiful with big bright, golden eyes, sun kissed, tan skin, thick raven hair, and a perfect little nose. His name was proclaimed to be Ray, meaning "wise protector," as the tribe's Sage saw him becoming the next great leader of his clan. The time that Ray spent in the village was peaceful, but soon that would all change.
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A woman hidden by a heavy hood of her cloak clung a wailing child to her chest as she ran for their lives though the dark, wild, forest of the Fang tribe. Only a short three years after Ray was born strange men dressed in black came to the village. They captured all inhabitants the land, no matter man, woman, or child; killing the elderly, disabled, and useless. Ray and his mother were the only ones to escaped. But, time can only be so kind when intensions are so cruel.
Lian ran hours before collapsing, still holding the sobbing boy,
She could smell that the foreign men were close. There was only one way to save her beloved child.
The nekojin woman rocked her kitten into a light sleep. She dug a shallow hole with her claws and wrapped her child in her cloak before laying him in the hole. The beautiful woman covered him with leaves and light shrubbery after she leaned down and kissed him for the last time. The strangers were close now. She made a bundle of cloth, huddled it against her chest, and ran. The men soon caught up with her. They presented their leader. A man in his 60's with two toned bushy gray hair, dull, angry, red eyes, and a bone chilling scold.
"We had a promise Lian." He said, "I know." She replied. The men ripped the bundle of cloth from her chest and violently tore it open.
"WHERE IS IT?!" The old man bellowed.
"I'll never tell you!" Lian screamed back. He slapped her hard but the nekojin stood her ground.
A shot rang out.
The bullet whizzed through the air and into the sky. A baby's cry is heard in the distance. The older man smirked as his men raced away to find the child. He pulls a sharp iron sword out from his belt, but before he can use it Lian says, "His name is Ray."
He ignores her and says, "Goodbye, Lian." She answers with, "Goodbye, Voltaire."
Then he thrust the blade into her stomach and twists it. A blood curdling scream is heard just before the beautiful woman hits the ground.
Not long after, the men came back. One was holding a baby wrapped in a thick, black cloak. Voltaire ripped the sword out of the woman and stalked toward the child. He's set on killing it too, but the child's beauty mesmerized him. "It will be brought to my estate as a slave. Raise it property and by the time it's three it shall be a present for Kai." The older man declares. "Yes sir." They all reply before handing the child to a butler and walking back to their horses while Voltaire makes his way back to his privet carriage, pondering what to do with the boy when he comes of age.
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Meanwhile, a three year old boy sits on his windowsill in the dark of night waiting for his Grandfather to return. He left two weeks ago but has yet to come back. This boy had burning crimson eyes that clashed with his two toned blue hair. He also had four dark blue fins tattooed upon his face.
Author's Note: Sorry this is so short! But hey, it's just the prologue. Thanks for reading and there's a lot more where this master piece came from. Although it might take a while.