Kanai looked out the window of the brothel, she was waiting for the auctioneer to come in and take her to the auctioning room so she could be sold, yet again.
She was wearing one of 'her' best kimono's, it was supplied by the brothel of course, and she would probably end up paying for it later, if it was damaged. Actually, there was no doubt in her mind, that the bidding price she would start being sold at tonight would include the beautiful kimono. The kimono was made from the richest fabrics, and was highly colorful. Its maemigoro was a lavender, with a pink blush highlighting it giving it a brightened flavor. There were rich pink sakura blossoms upon it with aqua colored leaves. Her obi was butterfly style in midnight blue which contrasted with the kimono as a whole beautifully, bringing out the violet and crimson pink in the okumi and susomawashii. The whole look was topped off by a fake sakura pin, to match the sakura upon the kimono, in her purple and blue highlighted - black hair
Finally, the auctioneer arrived, he looked at Kanai, with a vicious sexual spark in his eye, and motioned for her to follow. She obeyed like the good little whore she was, hoping... that this time would be different, that this time she would not have to come back, ever again. She had been auctioned off several times now only to be brought back because she was either too difficult, or not submissive enough, and every time she came back she usually had some new injury.
She had been in this brothel since she was young. After her parents died in a tragic accident, she was sent to her grandparents, not long after that they went bankrupt, for reasons unknown to her, and sold her to a local brothel to pay off their debt. She had gotten used to it overtime... the abuse, the sex, the constant demands that she defile herself for men to earn money, it had become a part of her life. She no longer knew herself anymore, she was just an empty shell with the yearning to please as long as it meant her the promise of no more pain.
She walked into the auction room, and all she saw were pigs and sex crazed monsters staring back at her, if you could even give them that much credit. 'All the typical men, at this rate I'll be back again by the end of the week.' she thought to herself. As she was scouting the room, a man in the corner caught her eyes, he was mostly in shadow but his crystalline eyes were smiling, and his aura seeped kindness to her. 'Perhaps there is hope.' she thought with a smirk.
She was ushered up the stairs to a platform where she was to 'sit pretty' while she was bid upon. She sat down and fanned her exquisite kimono around herself exposing all the colors and beautiful silk texture. Some of the men in the audience now had sparkles in their eyes, to those men she was a small obstacle in the way of the kimono she was wearing, and the kimono was all they wanted and then... possibly, they would partake of her flesh then promptly throw her out. The Japanese police, would then find her in no time and bring her back promptly to the brothel, but not after they had some fun with her themselves, and then back to work it would be.
She had payed off her debt a few months ago, but was denied her freedom because she was the brothel's most wanted whore. Her downward spiral of thoughts were snapped out of her as the bidding began.
"Okay, now boys, what you have all been waiting for....lets start the bidding of the voluptuous vixen, Misu Kanai over here." the auctioneer said as he pointed to her, she listened carefully as he spoke, to hear what kind of absolutely ridiculous, fish out of water, description they had for her this time. "As you can see this seasoned maiden..." the auctioneer began.
'In other words expert whore.' she thought with a sigh.
"...is quite breathtaking, wearing a traditional Japanese robe, it has real silver fuki, and is made of the finest silks and colors. " he continued.
'Comes with a bonus.' she rolled her eyes.
"Her long ebony hair, which sparkles like the night sky and is, quite well kept, her alabaster skin completely immaculate, and her eyes a kaleidoscopic wonder." he advertised her fairly features poorly.
'In short.... typical Japanese female, fun to mar, and those so-called 'men' will be watching my eye color change for hours marveling like the idiots they are.' she smirked to herself minutely, so the audience couldn't see
"We will start the bidding at 500,000 ¥." The auctioneer finished.
'I'm overpriced again, and why is that... well the kimono is one reason.' she sighed in her head. 'We must be in debt again.' she finished her train of thought, as men started calling out ridiculous amounts of money, it didn't take long after that for the bids to reach the millions. All of the men in the room were, most likely, rich politics and or businessmen of Japan. In other words Japan's 'finest'. Kanai smirked again what a load of crap that was.
The bidding went on for awhile longer reaching beyond her ability to count or comprehend, all the while, she noticed that the mysterious man in the corner continued not to bid, he just smiled. She had inadvertently become transfixed on the man once their eyes met, she couldn't stop looking at him. She wished she could see something more besides his mysteriously fluorescent eyes, at least that is how they seemed from the angle the light hit them in the darkness. When she finally realized she was staring and turned away she came to the realization that the bidding was almost over, the auctioneer had begun to count down, when the man in the corner moved himself from the shadows and bellowed in a deep voice. "5,000,000 ¥." as he opened a briefcase on a nearby table and yen fell out everywhere.
Kanai was too busy gasping to even process how beautiful the now visible man was. That was way over the last bidders amount, like a couple million over. 'That's a waste of money.' she thought but in that same thought there was the underlying whispered gasp of, 'That's a lot of money.'
The auctioneer began to count down again in the stunned silence of the room, apparently, none of the men were that rich. "Ichi, Ni, San.......sold for 5,000,000 ¥ to number 699. Congratulations sir, you may collect your prize at the front counter before you leave." the auctioneer said as he collected the money, his eyes almost visible kuai signs.
Kanai was asked to stand up as she was ushered out of the room by two employees to the front desk of the brothel., where the manager waited for her. The manager looked at Kanai and smiled lasciviously as the employees left.
"What a good job we did this time." he said still grinning ear to ear. "I'll miss you, you know." he said caressing her face.
Kanai pulled back like his very touch burned her core, out of all the men that she had had to sleep with the manager of the brothel was the worse and most brutal of all the men she had ever been with. He was from a foreign land, one she couldn't remember the name of now. She was too scared to think or even move for that matter. The memories came flashing back to her every time he touched her for some reason, the fear freezing her in place. The air seemed to become intense as he seemed to burn her soul just by looking at her. Her body began to tremble, he was probably going to take her right here in the office before she left....if the door hadn't opened at the very moment he leaned over the desk to start taking off her kimono.
The man who had bought her came in to claim his purchase, and he did not look happy at the scene that was being portrayed before him. He was in between Kanai and the manager in a split second. "I've come to get the young lady." the strange man said looking to the manager with a glare in his uncolored gemstone eyes.
Now that Kanai could see the man, she could see he was clearly not of Asian descent either, he was handsomely tan in color, and his bluish-white eyes still shone that kindness to her even as she could feel the anger coming from his aura. The man handed the manager a piece of paper, as the manager took it he said to the man "Your prize is all yours for the taking kind sir, I thank you for doing business with us, come back anytime."
The man simply said a "Thank you." and then looked at the manager his aura becoming extremely menacing in that split second and then he said something in what Kanai assumed to be his native language, the manager visibly paled several shades of white Kanai didn't think was possible for a human. The man walked past her and stopped as he grabbed her hand gently. "Come with me..." he said sweetly as he led her out the door, out into the harsh world outside of the brothel.
Soon as they were out of the brothel and faraway from said place the man turned to her as he let go of her hand an spoke in almost perfect Japanese, like this was his place of birth. "You are free now, you may do what you wish with your life." he said. She looked at him ever so curiously, and just smiled as she followed closely behind him.
He walked for awhile before he realized she was still following him. He turned around to face her his eyes meeting hers that were, at the moment, pink in color. 'They weren't kidding when they said her eyes were kaleidoscopic.' the man thought to himself as he noted that her eyes were indeed a completely different color from when they had left the brothel.
"You have your freedom, I do not own you, you may go where you like." he said again emphasizing certain phrasings trying to get his point across to her.
Her eyes turned a misty grey as sadness crept over her face mixed with confusion and she did the cutest thing the man had ever seen and also the saddest. She pointed to her face her eyes wide and asked. "Ta...da?"(Free?)
In that moment he didn't know whether to cry or to laugh as he looked at the most peculiar face the woman before him was portraying. It was like she was as a child again, at least that is how it seemed to him, and that she was learning things again, for the first time. The fact that the concept of freedom to her was new... tore his heart in two and in that moment he drew the now confused looking young lady into his arms and hugged her.