#slave verse

The young redhead king had sent the servants away, even his royal advisor Madara, eyes squinting down at the red eyed boy in front of him. He sighed. ‘You’re mine. I own you.’ Because... That was what kings did, right? They bought slaves. Leo couldn't see the point, but... He nodded at the slave boy's collar. "Says your name's... Ritsu. Is that right?" 

Ritsu stared at the King, even after his parents had sold him off to the slave market, he had never actually expected anyone to buy him, especially not the King. If the king thought he was going to be some meek little servant though, he was sorely mistaken. "That's what it says, doesn't it? I'm sure you can read."

Most people would never dare to talk to their king like that, but of course Ritsu wasn't most people. He stared at him, a challenge in his eyes.

You’re mine. I own you. From Rei @ Kaoru chu give him to me

Kaoru glared at the vampire who recently purchased him. He didn't care if he bought him and actually gave money to someone else to 'own' him. He refused to be reduced to a possession. "I do not belong to you. I never will."

He took a few steps away from him, putting a little distance between them. He didn't want to be anywhere near him. Why couldn't a cute girl have bought him? That would make this situation seem a little better. This guy did seem wealthy, maybe he would have some cute maids he could flirt with.

It’s Halima.  She’s one of your mother’s slaves.  She does all sorts of work around the house, because there are only a few slaves, but mostly she works in the kitchen.  You’ve heard some of mother’s servants complaining that it was so much better before, when they could afford a proper staff not just a few general work slaves, but that was before you were born.

She’s probably the oldest person you know, but that doesn’t bother you.  She’s nice, and lets you sit with her in the kitchens, and she looks after you when all the other servants are too busy, or don’t want to, which is most of the time.  And she’s the only one who you can ask about the place everyone else calls “home”, which isn’t here, without giving you a dirty look. 

She’s washing clothes right now.  It looks like hard work, and she might not have noticed you.

Cooking was really the only time the slave ever felt truly free. It gave her the liberty to actually do something without much supervision unless she was cooking directly for Caesar, she had been in slavery since she was a little girl, if she hadn’t tried anything suspicious back then, she certainly wasn’t going to try it now, and it was that trust that she wouldn’t try anything was what allowed her the privilege.

She was just preparing the finishing touches of the brahmin sirloin, cooked medium rare, with xander root shavings sprinkled over and a thick agave sauce of her own making to the side. She turned around to set the plate in front of the Praetorian guardsman that had commanded her to make the meal when the tent flapped open and in walked another soldier.

Sometimes they went missing off the battlefield. Sadly, Yuri was one of those men. Just vanished from the battlefield,... That’s why sometimes, you would catch him saying, “No one important enough that some one would come looking for...”

He was taken from the battlefield, picked out of the lot, he woke up to find himself tied up at some one’s mercy, it was his master, and how did he know his name, and that Yuri was a slave? He didn’t want this, he didn’t want any one else to know about his status, he wanted to go up in the ranks, that’s why he joined the team. He didn’t know where, who, or how to go back home,might as well- stay a while.  

He was allowed to leave and do as he pleased, as long as he knew who his master was. Strangely, Yuri dressed in black and white attire, a white dress shirt with a black coat over it, a small choker to mark his territory, and a new watch to keep track of the different time zone, civilian attire. He never liked civilians, ever since he joined the Military, he was gunning to make a career out of this, he would have been in uniform all the time, if it weren’t for master, asking him to change and dress like this...  

@chillin-at-partys-bar [ @kuretatsuki ]

The Heavenly demon had enough--He had to try and get the red head pirate off his back and the only thing he could do was use a threat against him, scare him into leaving him alone. So, Doflamingo pulled out his snail phone and called up shanks, when the other picked up, doflamingo spoke in a dark and angry tone..

❝ Hello, Shanks.. I have a little proposal for you here.. ❞ he spat viciously. ❝ You know your precious little callisto? Remember her face, Yes? fufufu..Well imagine it distorted, Crushed from the impact of my fist.. She’s being treated for a broken jaw.. and other things in which I could care less about. ❞ The man chuckles softly before his voice becomes yet more vicious.. ❝ This..Callisto getting hurt?--well--Its all. Your. Fault. You spoke to her didnt you? She made you want to save her.. Well no, you have only made matters worse. You put her in danger by simply talking with her.. ❞