Story name: Slave
Author: diap-chan1313
Couple: Cross, Tyki and Allen
Rating: M for later chapters
Genre: Romance
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Tighter Allen pulled the overly large, fur coat in a failed attempt to both shield himself from the cold and cover any unnecessary exposed skin. But that done nothing to hide anything and females and males alike wolf whistled, even one daring, teenager asked for his number, Allen being the kind boy he was he kindly refused.
A nearby bench became unoccupied and Allen decided to take a seat since his feet started to hurt in the high heeled boots he wore. He resisted the urge to rummage through his single suitcase for a different pair of shoes, but he didn't.
Minutes later a well dressed man walked up to Allen, "Are you Allen Walker?"
"Yes I am," Allen replied.
"Ok then, please come this way," the man nodded towards the limo, "By the way my name is Reever."
Reever opened one of the back doors and Allen climbed in. After Reever closed the back door he took his place in the drivers seat.
The car ride was silent the only sound was the lovely, classical music which pulled Allen into a light sleep until they hit a pothole and he hit his head.
"Are you ok?" Reever asked, looking in the review mirror.
"Yes," Allen said with a smile.
The same kind of smile someone would put on to reinsure themselves more then others. To try and make everything seem fine when in truth its not. Allen was not fine, not from the bump on his head, no, sometime more than that. A pain which has been with him since birth. Since his parents abandoned him. Since Mana, his foster father, sold him off to two men Allen had never seem before then fleeing the country. That sort of pain, but Allen brush it off when they entered the gates of his new home.
"Here we are," Reever said as he opened Allen's door.
"Wow…" Allen breathed as he took in the new sight.
The house - no, mansion - was three story not including the attic and basement, all white expect for the gold roof and little golden beams around the windows and the large double doors. It was breath taking. And this is coming from the boy who used to live with Mana Walker, the man who had to have everything exquisite and high class.
Smiling, Reever escorted Allen to the front door. Even with Reever's help walking on the gravel with such shoes was a mission, but they made it in one piece. Reever bided Allen good bye saying something about needing to drive someone else to somewhere else.
Allen placed his suitcase beside him and knocked on the door. He waited. When he went to knock on the door again a man with long gray hair answered.
"Ah, you must be Allen Walker. I am Kevin Yeegar, the butler. Welcome to your new home," the man greeted.
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OK, THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE REDO OF MY FIC 'SLAVE'. THIS IS MY FIRST CHAPTER STORY AND I KNOW I'M NOT VERY GOOD AT THEM AND I HOPE I CAN BECOME BETTER.