YOU DID WHAT?! " Mikhail Arbatov shouted at his younger brother. Shock was rattling around at him at his little brother's announcement.

"To pay back the debt, I chose to to use our bridal site."

"HOW DARE YOU SELL YOURSELF! " Mikhail screamed.

"Misha," Akihito's voice was low and gentle. Soothing. The complete opposite of his elder brother's. "Misha, it was the only option that I was comfortable with. I would have just paid it back with the money I earned from work, but I would never would have been able to pay it all back. Not even in a lifetime."

"There is the family business." Mikhail said.

"You know how I feel about all that, Misha."

"I know." Mikhail ran a hand through his shoulder length blond hair. "But why this, of all things?"

"Because he's a little slut. I always knew that you were a whore. Just like that dirty Japanese whore you called a mother. "

"My mother was not a whore." Akihito's voice was calm despite the anger rolling around the pit of his stomach. He was never one to harbor hate for another, however the feel the had for his so called uncle came pretty close.

"Are you talking to me, you little bastard?" Yuri raised his hand, ready to back hand the filthy little half breed. Yuri had never been able to understand how his brother could fall for that Japanese woman and than dirty their pure Russian blood by having a child with her. Yuri could never forgive Takaba Kimiko for tainting his brother and their family.

"Yuri, don't you dare strike my brother."

Grunting an oath beneath his breath, Yuri stormed from the room. The two half brothers watched him go in silence. When he was gone, Mikhail threw an arm around his little brother's shoulders.

"Come on Akihito, I'll help you build your bridal profile."

~ MAIL ORDER ~

"First the picture. It has to be a really good one." Mikhail eyed his brother. By the look on Akihito's face and the way his shoulders sagged, they were going to need to use a photo that had already been taken. Akihito was in no mood to take an enticing photo now. Grabbing the family albums, the two brothers began their search.

Hours later found the two laughing at childish pranks and good times. Tears had gathered as they saw the faded photos of their parents. Mikhail was the spitting image of their father, Arbatov Alexander. All blond hair, emerald green eyes and lean muscular build. He also carried Arbatov Alexander's charm and sense of humor. Always with a smile and a laugh, but for the most serious of times. Arbatov Mina, Mikhail's mother, was just as fair in color as her husband. She was a tiny woman and rather strict. Their marriage had not been one of love and companionship. In fact, Arbatov Mina had hated her husband while the husband in question paid no attention to his wife.

More photo albums held photos of Akihito's mother, Takaba Kimiko. Alexander and Kimiko had met twenty years ago in Japan. Alexander was on one of his many business trips, strengthening connections and arranging deals to better benefit the family. Kimiko had been a simple little waitress. It was love at first sight. The affair started then. Alexander was forced to leave Kimiko behind when he returned to Russia. He already had a wife and a four year old son, he couldn't bring his mistress into that. Of course all that had changed when Alexander learned of Kimiko's pregnancy two years later.

He had sent for her immediately. When she arrived in Russia, Alexander had given her an entire wing of the Arbatov family state home. Mina hadn't been happy to have her husband's mistress in her home, but had been forced to accept it. Six months later, little Takaba Akihito was born. All Arbatov blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. Six year old Mikhail had fallen in love with his baby bother from the first moment he laid eyes on him.

Life was good. For a while. Takaba Kimiko died in a hit and run incident. The driver of the speeding car was never found. Mikhail had been ten, Akihito four. Their father had been devastated. Mina took over raising Akihito, something that was really left to servants and Alexander. Much like how Mikhail had been raised. When Akihito was six, Mikhail twelve, Mina and Alexander were murdered by unknown assassins. Leaving the brothers in the hands of their cold and cruel Uncle Yuri.

"Here, how about this photo baby bear?" Mikhail held up a photo of a smiling Akihito. The young man was sitting on a rock with the ocean behind him. His blond hair gently blowing in the wind. Eyes shinning bright with happiness. Akihito was wearing a simple white tee and tan cargo shorts. His feet bare. The smile he wore was contagious and left one feeling warm.

Akihito looked at the photo, then shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, why not."

"Alright now for the profile." Mikhail grinned as he typed.

NAME: Akihito

AGE: 18

HOBBIES: Cooking,video games and photography

SKILLS: cooking, cleaning,

Price: руб 114901400.0000

€ 1858700.0000

$ 2,000,000

¥ 225087000.0000

Akihito's eyes widened in shock as he saw the price his brother had set for him. "Misha?"

"Hmm…?"

"Why so much?"

"That ruby you took was worth that much Akihito."

"WHAT?!"

"Yes baby bear."

"Oh god. No one will pay that much for me!"

"Have faith little brother. Have faith."

~ MAIL ORDER ~

Yuri stared at the little filthy bastard's bride profile. He couldn't help but laugh coldly and humorously at it. No one will want that dirty whore mix breed, let alone pay so much. Yuri eyed the amount listed again. His nephews had forgotten to add in the interest owed. He would fix that now.

Price: руб 229575000.0000

€ 3716600.0000

$4,000,000

¥ 450200000.0000