This was a prompt from one of my friends, I hope I did it justice. This a purely Teen rated fic, I would never write anything that's not suitable for my age. On that note; this does have some suggestive themes but not too bad. Enjoy.
"Okay people, we have this pretty, young lady going up next. Do I hear 500?" Dareth bellowed over the hushed talking of the large crowd that had gathered around his stage. The man dressed in brown had his hair styled up in its extravagant why, this clothing had shimmering gold accents that drew your attention to the large gold medallion that he wore around his neck. He had his signature selling smile up that made the women swoon over him and his voice travelled across the crowd loudly as he auctioned of the men, women and children that came up on stage. They were always dressed in rags from their villages, always cried or wore a stoic expression and were always chained up. It made me sick to watch these battered and bruised people walk up here and have their life sold to some stranger who would only use them in some evil or disgusting way. That's something I never understood about my father, we had a perfectly happy life. We lived in a nice house in a friendly community, mom was happy and so was I, but then his dancing got in the way. I still remember her shouting, her fighting, her clothes being thrown out by dad. It was a sad day indeed. The girl on stage was dressed in an old orange cloak and hung till her knees, orange is my favourite colour, maybe dad will get her for me. He only brought me here since he thought I was old and responsible enough to have a slave of my own, he has had many in the past and each time she gets prettier. This year we'll be buying two, one for me and one for dad. Her cloaks hood covered most of her head but strands of striking red still peeked out from under the covers. Her small pale face looked meek under the gloomy shadow and her cheeks looked hollowed out which suggested that she hadn't been fed in quite some time. She would be useless around the house if used for cleaning. If she was used for cleaning. "This beautiful lady's name is Skylor Chen and she has been sold for a total of only two times. She specialises in playing hard to get and exotic 'training' positions if you know what I mean gentlemen." Dareth continued to sprout his nonsense out to the crowd as I did my very best to block his annoying voice out.
So, she was a toy. Dad would definitely consider her but she didn't look very appealing in the state she was in, she was probably worth less than Dareth made her sound. Just as I thought, she didn't sell for more than 300 and was bought by an old wrinkly guy. I cringed, I felt sorry for her, for the rest of her days as his slave she would have to pleasure that ancient mess. My dad looked over to my side, his dark green staring into my own. "Son, have you seen one you liked yet. Maybe that young one we saw yesterday?" he said with a small smile on his face, I narrowed my eyes at him. "Dad! She's only twelve, you can't!" That was just crazy, she was barely in her teens and already being given off to a life of slavery.
A bell rang out signalling a new selection. This time two people walked out on the narrow catwalk from the stage. "These, ladies and gentlemen are the Smith siblings. Been together since they were orphans. They are nameless and able to do any work. These two have a special 'two for one' price going so can I get 400 anyone?" Dareth introduced them to the people and the crowd suddenly burst to life. "450!" One man shouted. "550!" two other women hollered. I looked the brother and sister over, they were as scruffy as the rest. The girl had an extremely short bob with dark red lips, her face was battered and bruised along one side and her clothes were torn. But she didn't come close to looking as bad as her brother, his entire right side of his face was covered in blood and a visible cut over the eye could be seen. His sleeves were ripped to shreds and his top was tattered beyond recognition because of the whip wounds that were exposed on his back. He wore a brown pants that was way too small for him and his sister wore a short red dress with pumps. Her eyes were cast down but his were looking over the people in a threatening manner. I couldn't help but stare as his gaze drifted to me and stilled. His eyes were a mesmerising amber that looked like molten gold swirling around. His sneer only increased as I tilted my head slightly to the side in confusion and curiosity.
"Dad." I turned to my father and he looked to me with a knowing smile. "Yes son."
"I want them." I said as I turned back to the two chained teens standing on stage. "Okay, I'll get them for you." My father draped his arm over my shoulders and lifted his free hand up. "Dareth my good man. I'd like those two." He called over the crowd of shouting maniacs. At the sound of his voice the people quieted down and Dareth turned his attention over to us with a wide smile. "Ahh Mr Brookstone. Long-time no see, have your standards increased that you need two able bodies?" my father gave a hearty laugh at his comment. "No, my son actually wants them." He answered gesturing to me. I felt the peoples gaze shift towards me, it was intimidating. Especially from the boy on stage that was staring daggers into the side of my head. "Okay, what's your bet then?" My father thought for a moment before speaking up again. "1 000." He answered which caused some people around us to gasp and others to mutter hatefully. We weren't the richest family in Ninjago but we were well off thanks to dad's successful career and his business. Plus we only buy a slave once a year so we had quite a lot to spend when the time came. Dareth's smile grew larger when the amount was announced, while other faces seem to fall to the ground. Two of those faces were that of the newly sold slaves. The golden eyed boy turned to hold his now sobbing sister as they were dragged off stage by people dressed in black and a depressingly dark purple. I felt so sorry for them, he looked into my eyes as they left. His face begging to be told that this was all a nightmare and it would end but the apologetic look I gave him told the hopeless depths that his wishes would not be answered.
"Wonderful news! You can collect them on your way out, I'm sure Cole's excited to be getting his first slave." Dareth glowed with happiness as he stepped down to shake my father's hand. I tried it smile, I really did, but remembering that shattered face, the realisation that his life was being sold off… That expression would forever be scratched into my memory.
The auction went pretty quickly and soon my dad and I were filing out with the rest of the people. Some walked straight out the door back to their homes empty handed while others, such as us, broke off to collect our 'merchandise'. They lined the people up according to how much they were bought for, our boy and girl were farther to the back. She was still crying as we walked up to them and the golden eyed boy continued to hold his younger sister as to shield her away from the cruel harm of the world. "Are you sure you want these two son?" My father's voice interrupted my thoughts, I turned toward him and then looked back at the brunette. Up close I could see that he was slightly taller than me and looked to be a little older as well. Once again the pang of sorrow flowed through me as I would become the superior to someone older, and probably more experienced than me. His gaze shifted from his sister to me as he too waited for my answer that would finalise his new life as my property. I was starting to have second thoughts now, why am I even buying him. I have no need for a slave and I hate the entire idea of it anyway and here I am encouraging it. But if I hadn't bought them someone else would have, someone not as kind as me. "Yeah dad, I'm sure." I said softly and continued to look into the depths of his endless shining eyes, searching for something, but not sure what. "Okay then," he pointed to the boy. "He will be your responsibility and I will take her." He then moved his finger over to the smaller girl. Of cause he would take her. I nodded at his assignment and turned to his back as he walked over to pay and fetch the keys to their chains. I curiously examined the boy, the cut above his eye looked a lot clearer up close, the blood had dried up mostly and his clothes– I can't even call them that. They're strips of cloth hanging onto his body for dear life, and his sister didn't look much better. Her dress barley covered most of her body and the upper sleeves were hanging off her shoulders, exposing her tanned skin. Her pumps were old and worn out while her brother was barefoot. I made a mental note to ask dad to stop by the shop before we get home. "Do you have a name?" I asked softly as I tried to make myself look as unintimidating as possible. I took a step toward them, but the boy shied away and pulled his sister with him. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." I really wasn't, but it didn't seem to convince the scared teens in front of me, it only seemed to fuel the fire. The girl turned her head away from her brother's chest and got a good look at me. She was so different from him, where the brunette had untamed milk chocolate brown hair, she had a dark shade to hers, similar to mine I guess. And instead of the eye-catching gold I was expecting, she had a chocolate brown that matched her brother's hair. She was like the duller version of him. Her eyes roamed over my body, though I couldn't tell if it was from fear or curiosity.
My father came back, the small steel keys dangling from his fingers as he approached our small group. They lifted each of their arms towards him, however they kept their gaze low as if they would be punished for staring their new master in the eye. "Hey dad, do you think we could stop by the shop to get them some new clothes?" my father released a faint chuckle at my question. "It'll have to wait until tomorrow son, it's getting late and we need to get them home before curfew." I nodded at his question, no matter, I would just find some of my old clothes. The drive home was quiet, the siblings sat at the back of the car, the girl looked like she was asleep on her brother's shoulder. I snuck glances at them through the mirror from time to time and on every occasion I ended up looking straight that those golden depths. As frustrating as it was, I didn't really mind. I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at them.
We pulled up in the drive way to my house, its dark brown walls were faintly visible in the dark of nightfall. I looked up to my window on the second floor, it was open with the grey curtains flowing freely outside. At the sound of the car's engine my dog came running out, he is a black and brown pit bull and his name is Rocky. I laughed as he jumped on me in joy, his tongue hanging out on the side as his drool dripped down on my pants. My dad opened the door for our slaves and motioned for them to step outside. The girl didn't want to join her brother outside, I could see the fear present on her face as she eyed my dog. Once Rocky caught eye of the new company he dashed towards them which made the girl squeal and scoot further into the car. My dad got very annoyed at this and opened the other side to drag her out on the sidewalk. Her brother watched my father intently as his sister was roughly taken by the arm and pull out of the black BMW, she them proceeded to fall on her back and shield her face away from any beatings. Seeing her brothers rising anger I gently took his arm and tugged him to the door where I continued to guide him inside to my room.
"It's okay, Rocky's just a big loveable bear, he won't hurt your sister." I reassured him as we climbed the wooden stairs. When we reached the top I heard my father, Rocky as well as the girl come inside and the sound of the front door closing and locking. My room door was painted black with a thin neon orange border around the frame. And in the middle in a brown and an earthy theme was my name; Cole.
When we entered I could see his eyes slightly widen at my room. It wasn't small, I've never been a fan of small spaces. To the right I had my gaming consoles set up, next to that, my laptop and a few beanbags. Then on the left was the door to my bathroom and toilet as well as a small bookshelf and a small couch that was pushed up against the window sill. I had a cream carpet and dark navy blue walls. Squat in the middle against the wall was my king size bed, draped in black and white covers and a little messed up I noticed. To the left of my bed was a dark wooden dresser. All my furniture was dark as to match the colour scheme of my room. I walked over to the window and closed it, leaving the boy to stand in the doorway.
"Come inside, I'll see if I can find anything for you to wear." I waved my hand to tell him to join me. I rummaged through my draws until if found something that would hopefully fit him until we could get him some proper clothes. In the very back my hand pulled out an old back and orange t-shirt of mine that was too big for me to wear but I liked it too much so I didn't throw it away. After a little while of more of searching I found a pair of navy blue shorts as some black socks. Sadly I didn't have any shoes that were his size. "You can put these on for now until we get you some proper clothes." I held out the items for him. He hesitantly took it and looked at me before pulling his ripped up shirt off.
The muscles were unmistakably there and the curves that accompanied them make my heart skip a beat and my lungs to struggle for air. I released a very unmanly squeak and a very dark blush followed. "No!" I redirected my eyes from his very exposed chest and moved my hands in an attempt to block off anything opening to stare. His eyes went as wide as plates and he took a step away from me. "I'm sorry. Just, don't… don't get dress now, you have to shower first." I explained in a rush and herded him into the bathroom where I sat him on the toilet and retrieved the first-aid bag. "Okay, let's first get your face cleaned up." He sat still as he was taught to and had a frown across his face. I pulled out a disposable cloth as lathered it in disinfectant, then I kneelt down in front of him and lifted it up to the cut on his face. I put one hand on the side of his cheek to steady his head and slowly lowered the damp cloth on the open wound. I saw him hold in his flinch at the burning sensation and tense up to avoid squirming. "Yeah, hurts like hell but it helps." I continued to dab the cut gently and clean away most of the blood.
It occurred to me that he had still to speak and right now I needed to distract myself from my burning face and his intense stare. "S-so, uh, do you have a name?" Smooth Cole, real smooth. I mentally slapped myself for asking such a stupid question, of cause he has a name. When he didn't answer I stopped my cleaning and looked up at him. "What's wrong?" Another dumb question Cole! He was just sold off as a slave and you're asking what's wrong. Can you get anymore obtuse? "It's your choice on what name to give us." He spoke softly, I could hear the fear laced in his voice, the pain and regret. I shook my head at his answer. "What did your parents call you?" I asked again, maybe phasing it in a different way would get me an answer. "My. Parents?" he said slowly and I nodded my head. "They called me–Kai. My sister's name is Nya." I smiled, satisfied with the answer he gave me. "Kai's a cool name, it means fire." I put a small patch over the cut and turned towards the bathtub. "I think it's better if, uh, I wash you. You-you, uh, won't be able to reach the c-cuts on your back." He didn't look bothered or disturbed at all by my flustered face. He only nodded and stood next to me. I started running the water and within a few minutes the tub was filled with bubbles and warm water. I looked up at Kai before turning around, "You can leave your clothes on the floor over there." I tried to preoccupy my mind with anything other than the boy undressing behind me, but I didn't have to avert my eyes. Kai was mine to do with as I pleased, I didn't have to give this slave respect. But I had a kind heart and that thought quickly got thrown out the window.
When the soft splashing of water was heard I turned around and saw most of Kai's body submerged in bubbles. The slave watched me, waiting for what he was supposed to do next. I reached into the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a new washcloth and some of my favourite apple shampoo and soap. I kneeled down at the side of the bath and began rubbing the soap covered cloth around Kai's shoulders and chest. I was careful not to scrub the wounds on his back, some of them were still open and needed to be bandaged. When I looked up at Kai's face, the boy seemed to be lost in thought and stared aimlessly in the flurry of white bubbles around himself. After I was sure I did a good job with the upper body I moved on to the head and squirted a generous amount of sweet smelling shampoo on the wet hair. As I began to gently massage to suds on his head I saw how Kai's face relaxed and his eyes closed in pleasure. This small gesture did more than a little to make me heat up and attempt to distract myself, but I couldn't stop from biting my lip to supress anymore embarrassing sounds emitting from my mouth tonight. I covered the cloth in the apple soap once more and held it out to Kai. "You can wash your bottom half, I'm going to get a towel." I said this as I stood up and walked out of the humid bathroom. I came back a minute later with a bright green towel in hand as well as a smaller one for Kai's hair, but I came back to the boy looking exactly like I had left him. The cooled off washcloth was still sitting in the palm of his hand and his body stayed in the same slouching position. I sighed as I kneeled by the bath once more.
"You were supposed to wash yourself Kai." I tried to explained without sounding irritated and took the cloth from his unmoving hand, "But you said its better if you wash me, master." The 'master' part was added as an afterthought but it didn't matter because I couldn't hear anything besides the pounding of my heart in my ears. My face probably looked like a tomato now and I struggled to regain my composure. "Y-you know what? I think your fine f-for now, let's get you out of there." I stuttered out, feeling like a complete fool. I held up the towel and when Kai stood I promptly wrapped the fuzzy green thing around his waist, trying my best to avert my gaze from stumbling upon anything else. I then proceeded to ruffle his hair with the other towel, trying to get it as dry as possible. That task was a little harder than I thought it would be, Kai was already taller than myself and with him standing in the tub it made things a lot more challenging. Kai luckily sensed my frustration and bent down a so that I didn't have to stand on my toes to reach him. I laughed a little at that, "Thanks."
After I had dried most of him off and he had dressed, we sat in my room for a while until dad called me for supper. I decided to get to know my new friend a little better, Kai was sitting on the carpet floor while I laid across my bed with my arms thrown out. "So Kai, tell me a little about yourself." I casually started. His answer came immediately after, a little hesitantly. "Um, I'm good with working with my hands, master and, uh, I-I can do a lot of the hard work. But Nya's the smart one, master." I couldn't help but pull my face at his answer. "That's not what I mean." I said as I hopped off the bed and sat in front of Kai, mimicking his cross-legged position. "I mean tell me about you, as a person, not a slave." I pointed a finger at his chest to emphasise what I was saying. "Oh, uh okay, m-master." He said and looked down unsure of what to do next. So I decided to help him out. "I'll go first, my name's Cole Brookstone and my favourite colour's orange." I said with an encouraging smile. He looked up and digested the information before speaking. "My name's Kai Smith and, uh, m-my favourite colour is red." My smile grew, "That's good, now we're getting somewhere." I saw his face relax slightly from the confused expression that was present before. "I like cake, sports and music, what do you like?" He turned his gaze down again as he thought, "I-I don't know." He answered slowly. Realisation dawned on me; he was still a slave. "Oh shoot, sorry! I forgot, I'm so sorry." I apologised quickly. Kai look a bit frightened, "Y-you don't have to apologise, m-master." He stuttered out and lifted his hands to stop me from coming any nearer.
I know he is a slave. I know he is scared. I know that he was beaten.
But I've never been feared before. Not by the past slaves and not by my friends. A very painful pressure was placed on my chest, I didn't want to move, my limbs felt numb. Knowing that someone I have come to care about in such a short span of time didn't trust me, it hurt more than I thought it should have. I slowly drew my arms back to my own personal bubble and dropped my eyes to the fluffy cream that my right hand rested on. I pursed my lips together, I didn't feel like doing anything right now. "Did I say something to upset you, master?" I heard Kai's voice through my own bombarding thoughts, he almost sounded sorry.
I shook my head and concentrated on the dark strands that fell over my face, through them I peeped at the innocent looking face staring back at me. His golden eyes had taken on a brighter shade and his face, now that it was blood free, looked a lot softer than it did before. "Cole, dinners ready!" I heard my father call from downstairs. I promptly pushed myself up and walked over to the door, in the corner of my eye I could see Kai scooting in place deciding if he should follow me or stay in the room. "Stay here." I ordered him, I didn't necessarily mean for it to come out harsh but my mood was rapidly getting worse. I was finally realising that I now owned an actual human being. I saw Kai sulk back into his little bundle on the floor as he started toying with his hands. I just didn't want to be around him right now, maybe it's better if I let him just be a slave that does normal work around the house and not get too attached to him, maybe then it won't hurt so bad if he needs to get beaten by my dad, and maybe I won't have to be responsible for him all the time.
Or maybe I'm just afraid that he'll hurt me.
Hope you liked that, it will probably have about four chapters, it was initially supposed to be part of my lavashipping one-shot but I decided it deserves its own story. Please leave a review on your thought, thanks for reading