Suikiyuus' Chapter // The Bijou of His Heart

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Chapter Two: Yet Another Chance at Life


He could feel his body being lifted as he continued to drift off. Opening his eyes slightly, he saw a handsome man who held him. Raising a slightly shaking arm, he touched the other’s cheek gently before passing out from exhaustion and hunger.

He was rewarded with a smile for his gesture, a sure sign that his new Master liked him ...

"Uh-oh ..." Desera said in a little sing-song, "Master's coming back, and he is not happy"
Sure enough the high Lord appeared with the slave in his arms, and his eyes were still glowing. Dressed in light day armour, with those black horns and tall demeour, he certainly didnt' look as though he was up to negotiate any further.
"I am taking this slave" He told the man with unshakable certainty, "And I will take all the rest of your slaves too. Name your price"

The man only stared at the slave in the man’s arms and he must have had something wrong with his mind because he dared to reach out to try to take the slave BACK!

"Mrawl!" This time it wasn't the man that moved, it was Desera, and she lashed out at his hand as he dared try to reach for her master. Her fingernails clawed into his hand, then slashed his face for good measure

The man yelled as he gripped his bloodied face but even then he continued to reach for the slave. "M-must deliv'a 'im..." It was as if he was placed in a spell... maybe he was.

The Lord looked less than amused, and as such, he narrowed his eyes at the man. "Desera, please take the vial from my belt and give it to this man"

She nodded. Her Master didn't want to let go of the slave, nor did he want Desera to get her hands bloody by killing the man herself. As such, she reached out and took a small glass vial from her Lords belt, opening the stopper on it and shaking the contents on the man
Small spiders, no more than a mere speck to the eye, crawled to the mans throat and sank their fangs in, drinking his rich blood but leaving their powerful toxin behind ...

As the poor man tried to scream, the slave in the master’s arms began to awaken as his webbed ears caught the man’s stifled yells. A small frown appeared before the slave snuggled deeper into the master’s arms in before the frown smoothed out as he sighed softly, going back to sleep.

Desera watched the man fall, not that much concerned about it. She wasn't really, this man had dared defy her Master, he was lucky he didn't get a messier death
She looked up at the Lord, "Do we take all the slaves now, master?"

He looked up, formally watching the boy snuggle into his arms and smiling as he observed the action, before turning his attention back to Desera, "Yes, since he looks in no fit state to accept money ..." Chuckling, "Bring the guards, we're taking them all"

For the first in a long while, little Ritsuki felt safe and warm as he felt protective arms holding him. Whether these feelings were just dreams or reality, he didn’t care. He just savored this feeling for as long as he could, snoozing quietly and shifting slightly every time there was a loud noise but otherwise, he did not wake.

Desera nodded and called forth the Guards, tall men dressed in wicked looking black armour (with suspicious-looking shiney patches that looked like dried blood) that marched foward and started to collect the cages, putting them next to large war carriages in similar black spiky horribleness to the Guards armour

One by one the slaves were let out of their cages and ordered (by a simple nod from the guards) into the carriages, with ten slaves per carriage.
As soon as the last one was put into the carriage and the door shut and locked to prevent them escaping, the Lord walked towards his own carriage with the slave in his arms. His War Carriage, the sorts that were black and threatening and delivered the nobility of the millitary to the battleground in the best possible fashionable taste. Normally they were ornate and usually stuffed full of weapony, tasteful deadliness but this one was extremely vicious looking with its spikes and splashes of blood on the sides and tattered flags that were so badly damaged that one couldn't tell what they were supposed to represent anymore

"Get in" The horned man grinned at Desera, just as a man (obviously a soldier of some kind, but a very highly ranked and trained one) opened the carriage door for them. Inside was the same deep blackness with a lot of swords and axes on the walls of the thing. Decoration, they were welded quite firmly on but no doubt that there were one or two that were concealed about for real use

"He is truely special then Master?" Desera asked

He smirked as the feline female took his seat next to him, "Well, he is certainly special but as to what he is, he will tell me himself ..." The last note was a sort of drawled purr as the massive black stallions drawing the carriage made their way foward, their thick shoes causing sparks on the cobbles, thundering away to take them to their destination

A soft murmured escaped as the slave tossed and shuffled a bit in the other’s arms as the sound of the thundering hooves was suppose to be his lullaby. “Mmm…” was the only warning before Ritsuki’s long blue lashes began to flutter as dream dust was rubbed away by his soft hand as he tried to get the glaze of sleep away but it continue to clung to him. Only half awake, Ritsuki looked about then up to where he was and who was holding him before resting his cute little cheek on the man’s chest. “Mmm…” he moaned out softly as his lashes began to half close, Sleep beckoning him into their arms again.

He chuckled, "So beautiful ..." The man seemed to find this amusing, smirking all the way as they neared their destination.
They travelled through the vast countryside where the peasents were tending to their fields, up to the Noble lands and finally came through the gates of the most magnificent house one could only imagine. A looming, dark place, but breathtakingly magnificent in it's rich gothic evil glory with blooming black roses filling the air with their heady scent

THis guy was obviously someone very, very high up the social scale

As tempting Sleep was, the lost scent of roses called to the boy’s senses more as he was away from beautiful nature for a long while. The soft and exotic aroma reached his nose, making him more awake as he looked out the carriage’s window to see the dark petals around them. A soft little gasp escaped before he gave a small smile, one that he haven’t cracked in a long time. Happy and a little excited as he momentary forgot where and exactly why he was here, he just stared outside as he leaned comfortably back against that warm chest.

That got a smile from Desera, "I think he likes the garden, Master"

The Lord smirked back, "Well, that he can see once he is fully rested ..."

The voices started him from his little world as he blinked and looked about him to the speaker, not realizing they were there. “A-ah…” he breathed out as he recognized them before realizing he was on the large and slightly intimidating man’s lap and arms. A soft charming blush appeared as he was still naked before he started to move away but flinched when he felt needles of pain shooting through his body at the movement. His body was so sore and pink and purple bruises covered his skin like dots on a Dalmatian. Whimpering, he pressed close to the man, wanting comfort that’s been neglected for so long but not entirely expecting it. His long marine blue hair was sprawled over his body and slightly tangled as it spread out onto the master’s thighs and the carriage’s seats while the boy’s hands tightened when he felt his body scream in pain when there was a particular bump in the ride that caused the carriage to jerk slightly. He whimpered.

Desera's ears peaked when she heard the sound, looking at him curiously, "Is he okay, Master?"
"He is very sore" The man nodded, his eyes glowing ever so slightly, before he smirked down at the creature. Probably the closest to a smile he could manage, "Do not worry, little treasure, we will have you healed soon ..."

The carriage halted, with some difficulty as the horses had to be persuaded to stop and they did so while snorting and growlingly pawing the ground
"We're here ..." Sliding out as soon as the door was opened for him, the driveway full of smooth, shiney but very dark grey pebbles. Servants all dressed as though they were going to a funeral waited for their master.

The guards opened the doors of the remaining five carriages, telling the slaves to step out and see the massive mansion in which they were all going to be living in now. The front was rather dark, with those grey pebbles and the black roses in full bloom. The darkly-dressed servants probably didn't help, in all it was a terrifying place, but Desera was still perky and she smiled at all the waiting slaves

Throughout the entire process, the tens of slaves were a bit alarmed at all the noise throughout the day. And was even more when they were suddenly released and loaded into vehicles. Some of them even considered running away but realizing that now they belong to that man who took the time to reach out to them and comfort them, they assumed that it wouldn’t be that bad. And although their current master’s… house… was a bit… depressing, they were glad to stretch their worn limbs and will finally have a home with all of them together.


The man’s…smile was a bit intimidating and the poor slave forced himself to suppress a shiver of terror as he briefly wondered what he’s got himself to. But… then he remembered those warm protective arms that held him as he rested and the determination the man had to save him. A soft blush appeared again as he reminisced. This was the man who took him away from those horrible people and his original ‘owner’. Sighing with relief, he leaned heavily on his new master before turning around to shyly nuzzle the other’s chest then took his master’s hand up and nuzzled the palm, blushing all the while. He still wasn’t use to being a slave… since he’s never been one before. Before, he would have hated everything that’s happened so far and hate the world and cry with self pity but now, he was just relieved and content at the positive turn of events.

Desera giggled to see the little slaves affection, as she saw it, before she turned to the other Slaves
"Okay everyone, follow me!"

The Lord smirked down at the slave, growing to like this little treasure all the more with his little gestures. Although he could do little more while they were outside like this, he stroked his cheek to show that the affection shown was much appreciated ...
He looked up at Desera and, seeing his cue, walked inside with the treasured slave beside him. The feline woman smiled at the Slaves again and motioned for them all to follow her as the rest of the domestic staff watched them all

Inside was the most stunning house. If the outside had been slightly threatening and Gothic, the interior was shining, it was one of those places that you only say in storybooks that were sometimes thrown at you to shut you up. The floor was shining marble, and antiques and treasures made the room glow as well as light pouring from the massive window in the roof. Marble stairs went elsewhere in the house, and portraits of people, really the previous Lords of the House, looked down at the slaves with painted interest

The Lord turned round smirking down at all the gathered slaves. He had blonde hair, longish but not long enough to tie back or be a fop. Although pale skinned and very pale blonde tressed, none the less, he had very pale grey eyes that seemed to glow with a sort of other-wordliness that was usually extremely disturbing. His clothing was almost like armour but not quite, an interesting position for daywear to be in

"Welcome, my slaves. I am Lord Incasyon'mithrilan, Seventh Lord of the Twelve Provinces, General of the Former lands, Commander of the Army of Skil'koth, and your new Master"

They just stared at everything, engrossed at all the finery and richness that was stretched out before them. Never had they seen so much and they all sparkled and winked at them as if taunting them to take them. Their eyes wide and captivated by their glowing surroundings, they will slowly awakened when their new Master finally spoke. None of them said anything though as they continued to stare in silence.


Ristuki, however, looked around him in the mansion’s glory and seemed to fit right in. He did not have the shock and overwhelmed and maybe a little greed all the other slaves have but more of a look as if he was finally home. With his long tangled messy deep submarine hair teasing the back of his heels, he looked around with a small innocent smile. The way his naked form seemed to glow in tune with their surroundings and how the light seemed to cast a soft alluring light upon the boy, it would make one wonder how the slave would look when cleaned, properly fed and rested and in beautiful clothes…

Desera smiled at all the slaves once her master had finished speaking
"Hello! My name is Desera, and I'm going to be helping you settle in here okay?" She gave a beaming smile to reassure everyone, "I'm a bound-servant of the house and I'll be the one in charge of all the slaves. Now, what you are here for doesn't matter right now, what matters is that you're all tired and hungry, right?" She looked around the faces

"Well, what's going to happen is that we're going to give you all a bath, heal your wounds, get rid of any pests that you might have picked up from the market, then we're going to give you some clothes and of course give you a nice big meal" Smiling, "After that you can all get some rest"

"Are there any questions?"

The slaves were all too overwhelmed by dumb shock to even speak as they just stared with their slacked jaws practically on the gleaming floor and carpet. They all wondered if they were dreaming as this certainly seemed like it. Shocked, they wondered if this was a trick but did not say anything as they continued to keep quiet. No use saying anything when the cat’s got their tongue. They all started to follow Desera to wherever she was going and sticking close, afraid to be lost in such a grand and gigantic building.

With his long blue hair, Ritsuki wondered if he should follow. Looking back with his large pretty silver eyes, he saw his… master still standing there. His blush was still apparent even those his long hair bellowed around him, making a sort of curtain that covered his nakedness to a point but it was still embarrassing to be walking around naked like this. And his shyness didn’t help either as he shyly went over to his master and looked up, as the man was very tall. His soft voice was like a Spring breeze with the sweet melody of the wood nymphs as he spoke, “T-thank you… M-master… f-for rescuing me…” And with a shy and pretty blush that seemed to be aflame often, he went on his tip toes to plant a soft feathery kiss on the man’s cheek though the task wasn’t exactly easy as he was a good head below his master.

Desera lead the slaves to a massive room that was full of chairs, where they would wait before they were called into the bathroom.
"Now, I want you to come through one at a time when I call you, okay? There is a lot of you so this will take some time. I'll take your name if you have one while I'm at it and I'll check for parasites and stuff. Does anyone object to me cleaning them?"

Lord Inca smiled down at the slave, his eyes glowing very slightly as soon as he was kissed on the cheek
"You are very welcome ... Although I must say you too need to be cleaned"

“Ah…y-yes…” he murmured, flushing slightly. Looking back, he could see where the others have gone but wasn’t particularly comfortable. He felt… different from them, mostly because he was though not anymore, but it still didn’t help. He’s never been with slaves and felt different. And although he didn’t dislike them, it just didn’t feel right being amongst them. It was like Tarzan or a kitten in a littler of puppies. Looking slightly uncomfortable, he looked up at his master and asked shyly, “I-is it alright if I follow you for now, M-master? T-there’s too many people…” thinking up an excuse though that was true too.

Inca blinked slowly, "You can wait with me until it is your turn, if that is what you are asking ..."

One by one Desera called through the waiting slaves from the waiting room. The large bathub had hot water in it, and the Neko woman rolled up her sleeves and got down to work scrubbing the unfortunate creatures, using special lotions on those that had parasites on their skin and hair to kill the evil little creatures, making sure they were nice and clean before sending them on to another room with a huge fluffy towel wrapped round them to sit around the roaring log fire to help them dry. Painstakingly this was done for every single slave and fresh water was for all of them. All available staff were helping with the water and Desera noted down all the Slaves names as they came through

The faint pink could still be seen as Ritsuki nodded and seemed to follow the tall man in whatever he was doing and wherever he went, like a little puppy would with his new owner. He would never say anything though still blush when he saw the servants around, trying to hide his obvious nakedness and his private parts. Never naked until this entire ordeal, being back in a real house made him more conscious of his nakedness so he unconsciously pressed himself against his master from behind so that his font will be hidden from view before gasping softly in horror when he noticed what he was doing. Cheeks aflame, he looked shocked and ashamed, he was so dirty and he just pressed against his master’s armor-clothes. Hanging his head, he apologized softly.

Inca more or less found this really amusing, and as such he stroked the servants cheek. But could say no more as Desera came running up with her lower arms wet and seeming very relieved to have found the little Prince

"Oh thank goodness! I thought I had lost you. Well, come on, it's your turn to be clean"

“Mm..?” when his chin was tipped up and then his cheek was stroked softly, he blushed before his long blue lashes fluttered softly half close. Then he nuzzled the palm before pressing another soft kiss to it as he did before back in the slave market. Then the moment was all lost when that cat lady came and all but dragged him away and started scrubbing him and washing him as he tried to stifle as whimpers of pain as his bruises still hurt.

"There we go!" She rinsed him one final time, before taking him out and wrapping him in a big fluffy towel, "I think I 'll do your wounds here, they look really painful!" Getting out a jar of cooling lotion for his bruises and starting to gently apply it, "What's your name?"

Trying not to wince at every touch and when the cool cream was spread on his worn skin, he replied softly “M-my name is Pr- …Ritsuki…”

"Ritsuki? That's a nice name" She smiled, getting out a comb and starting to brush his long hair, amazingly apt at it, "Master likes you, he'es never fought that hard for anything outside of war"

“R-really?” he asked, blushing slightly at the thought of anyone who would go to such lengths to save him, a current lowly slave. Currently, enjoying the feeling of the water dripping down his lean form, he closed his pretty silver eyes. Sighing softly in content, he was happy right now. It’s been so long since he’s felt the water and it welcomed him as he welcomed it.

After the very pleasant wash, his hair was now like ocean waves, his lilac hair shimmered like dragon scales as it fell behind him when he got out of the water. And with the brown dirt that was scrubbed off, the creamiest white skin could be seen, and it was of which even a swan couldn’t rival. His slender body was more on the thin side but it only served to give him a fragile and innocent beauty with his long deep indigo strands brushing the back of his slim thighs as he stood up when the feline girl was finished with brushing his silky hair. He looked even more captivating than the most priceless and flawless porcelain doll that sits in a grand room for all to admire. His long mauve lashes seemed to forever kiss his silky cheeks as a clear drop of water trailed down to his light rosy lips that seemed to beg for attention, though that was not his intent. It was obvious with his perfect unmarked skin that the boy never did any real work in his life as his fingers were soft and unlined. Clearly, he was not brought up to be a slave or was he from a poor family as his skin was looked after daily. And if his physical exquisiteness did not convince someone, then it was the air around the young boy, the one that he unconsciously emit that tells only the keenest of people that he was more of royalty than a slave and it was more than just his refine speech or his obvious upbringings.

Taking the plain shirt, he slipped it over his head and let it unravel down onto his form. And even those it looked alright with the other slaves that were happily cleaned and clothed and now going to be fed, for some unknown reason, it looked completely off when the silver eyed boy wore it. Walking out, Ritsuki started to follow the others but stayed behind purposely as he didn’t feel in tune with the others. They were all so happy and overwhelmed with joy at their prospect of being released as they chattered and murmured amongst themselves quietly. Their eyes glittered with fulfilled hope and something that bordered one who thinks that anything is possible. But Ritsuki didn’t feel any of that, he did but to an extent. And their speech was just too chopped that he felt like an outsider when he tried to talk as his words were too well educated that already set him apart if his outer appearance did not. And speaking of outer appearances, apparently some of the slaves noticed and started to stare at his beauty as they did when they first arrived at the mansion. But the silver eyed boy was use to it and just ignored them as he continued to walk towards the room where he assumed that they were going to serve food.

But just when he was going through the door to join the many others who got serving trays to get their food, some even fought for them as they were literally starving, the long blue haired beauty was stopped by three of the slaves. They were all pretty tall and burly and all three had something in their eyes that made Ritsuki shiver slightly and feel uneasy. But, not wanting to cause any trouble on his first day in his master’s home, he kept quiet and just looked at them, hoping they will let him pass.

“Yur /that/ one…” one of them leaned down and breathed out. Trying his best not to pull back from the closeness least anger the man, the boy said nothing.
“Oh? Just b’caus ya thin’ yur betta than any of us, you dun wana talk to us? Huh?” another man asked, raising his brown and coming uncomfortably close to the boy.
His silver eyes widening a little at the misunderstanding, he shook his head. Some of the slaves stopped to watch them while others just looked away, as if trying to pretend that the scene didn’t exist. There were some that were torn between helping the boy but was scared of being beat up. In the end, no one came forth as one of the men shoved him onto the wall.
“A-ah…” Ritsuki breathed out softly, his bruised back slamming onto the wall as he could feel hands over his barely clothed body.
“Weel teach ya’ a lesson… so yah noe yur place…” they all leered at him as they placed their hands all over his body as he squeezed his eyes hard and tried to not to cry out from revulsion of these disgusting touched. But he couldn’t help whimpering. If they were back home, anyone who would dare look at him this way or even touch his hands without permission would immediately be jailed and/or have to be punished. But, things were different. He’s only a common slave now.