Suikiyuus' Chapter // The Bijou of His Heart

*I did not write this completely. This was a roleplay with Lady Kakata as Inca and me as Ritsuki so that is why the format is a bit different from other submitted work.*


How it came to be: I used to roleplay on a particular forum but was banned from it because they accused me of botting(?) in which i never did and don't even know exactly what it was even though i've played since 11/30/2004. Devastated, i roamed around on the internet to find another yaoi roleplay forum and began to start roleplaying there. And that's where i met Lady Kakata with whom i usually rp with and that's how this story came to be. Currently, we're /still/ rping this story so it's not finished yet but that just means more updates to come! I hope all of you enjoy this story as much as we enjoy writing it. Of course, there are time when our posts are very short meaning we, as roleplayers, stumbled upon that stupid writer's block! So please bare with some too short posts because i assure you it'll get better as it goes on... hopefully ;___;

[ | Suikiyuus' Chapter // The Bijou of His Heart | ] - chapter one

Hundreds of anguish cries seem to fill the dark and stuffy room as the scent of metal filled his nose. It was understandable as cages upon cages of all sizes could be seen in the thin pillar of lights from the uneven wooden board up above. Trying to block out the cries, whimpers, and futile scream for help, Ritsuki curled up in his own cramped caged. The cage was so small that he couldn’t stand up and was forced to sit or curl up like now. Completely naked, like all the others in the room, he dimly wondered what will happen to him but it didn’t matter anymore.His damp long violet blue hair that use to shine and shimmer around his was now filled with specks of dirt as it lay beneath him. His usually pearly white skin was now caked with mud as his silvery-grey eyes shimmered with exhaustion and undisguised hunger not only for food but also for freedom. As much as he didn’t like to be turned into a slave all of a sudden, he would rather be one that is firmly established in a home than one in this slave market.

Markets like these are often the most depraved of places, those that are not on display are often taken to a thinly veiled back room and even more thinly veiled things happen to the most unfortunate creatures. Whatever scum was selling the bodies on sale was currently sitting around the only fire in the market, laughing and drinking the illicit hallucinagenic alchol that had been bootlegged from the South

A cold draft breezed through the market, making the hairs of the collective meat for sale and sellers, and all eyes turned to the origins of it.
The origins seemed to be a tall robed figure, the hood up and shadow obscuring the face of the figure. only the long, backwards pointing horns (rather onyx like) showed themselves from the sides of the mans head, holes in the robes allowing them through.

He stopped in front of the cages, and seemed to look at each and every single cage in turn

The same breeze swept through the market as some sheets over the cages fluttered, revealing more cages and each of them had a slave that seemed to stare at the stranger with a slightly crazed look. But who could blame them as some reached out through the metal bars, begging and hoping the customer will buy them and get them out of this hell hole. The draft blew harder and revealed a more hidden row of cages, one in which the violet-blue haired beauty laid gasping as hunger seemed seep from his unique silver-grey eyes. And those same breathtaking orbs locked on the newcomer as he gasped for breath while his long hair scrawled all over his bare body and the cage like thin wild paint. The way this creature’s cage was placed and how it was setup was very curious and maybe even a little suspicious as it made it look as if the slave drivers were trying to hide this little jewel among the sea of slaves, especially when the boy’s features were so uncommon and obviously not one that was born into the position of a slave…

There was someone else behind the tall figure. As he moved foward, towards the cages of youths, another figure in a robe was revealed behind him, but this one was far smaller
Becayse of her pointed triangular black feline ears the hood of her robe was more open and didn't cast a shadow on her face. She had a youthful face, rather pretty and slightly worried looking. She also looked distressed at all the cages, the sea of unwanted enslaved flesh waiting for a master cruel or kind with the right amount of cash and right lack of morals about owning another soul. She was obviously a servant or perhaps slave of the tall figure, for one could see that she was wearing a cat collar with a small silvery disc on it, spidery writing that was hard to make out from a distance but it probably contained her name on the front of the disc while on the back detailing who she belonged to ...

The horned one walked foward. Although his face wasn't seen, it was clear in his air that he was smiling in the gloom of his hood. He knelt down before the rows of cages, not seeming to care that his robes would be stained with the filthy mud that made up the ground here. his hands came out, holding the hands of all those that reached out to him, seeming to comfort them and assure them that he wouldn't abandon them, eventhough he did not speak nor was he the reason that they were here. His hands, once they had shown themselves from the cloak and the large sleeves of the equally dark robes he was presumably wearing underneath, were rather normal. Except for the fingernails, which were black like his horns, and thick and curved like an animals, well, the part that wasn't on the finger was. Against the nail bed they were flat like an ordinary persons, albeit black.
He was surprisingly gentle with the various slaves so desperately reaching out to him, taking it in turn to hold their hand and reassure them silently, although it was also clear that he was inspecting them, and one could only wonder what he was looking for in his own purchase

The feline eared woman looked around herself, spotting the one with the silver-grey eyes and tilted her head to the side, rather curious. Exhauling a curious feline trill, she managed her way through the sea of cages to come to the one containing the said capture, tilting her head again and looking at him close, crouching down before the cage to get a better look
"Hello?" She said, wondering if this one would speak the common language, her pale flawless skin seeming to be that of an Angel against the black of her clothing, making her seem both deathly pale with a hint of blue (due to the poor light in this place) and slightly supernatural

Following the breeze was nothingness as the large dirty cloth slowly descended back onto its original place over the cage, hiding the practically starving slave as he let his tired eyes close slowly. He didn’t care about the newcomer as he was too weak to even lift his body up much less call out over the sea of cages before his own. And even if he managed to muster enough energy to call out, he’ll doubt he can be purchased knowing that he wasn’t like all the rest of these slaves. Hopeless… it was all so hopeless…

Shuffling sounds of feet reached his slightly long webbed ears before a soft ‘hello’ was heard. Raising his silver eyes to see if someone was talking to him, the boy was a little taken back that someone /was/! But he only stared as he remained silent, his breathing becoming harsh with every breath he drew in as his pale chest rose with effort. Dust and dirt sanded over his form and in his long exquisite hair but even though he was tainted by specks of mud and filth, his fragile beauty could still be seen.

His empty silver eyes continued to lock themselves onto the fair lady’s face and what eyes there were. They were out of this world even with one as this where mermaids danced in the sea and fairies sang in the forest, eyes such as his was almost unheard of and if heard, priceless and rare amongst many riches. And with just that one distinctive characteristic, it was not hard to guess that this naked beauty was someone special…

She blinked back at the very odd creature that was looking upon her with those incredible eyes ... Well, her master was looking for something that was different, wasn't he? And this was something so very different ...

She looked round and beckoned her master over, "My Lord! Over here!"

On cue, the robed figure looked up from where he was comforting the slaves, and stood up upon seeing the feline-eared ladys insistance that he must come and see such a little treasure ...
Sure enough, once he had made his way past all the cages, he too looked down at the cage and his head tilted to the side, most curious.

"He is special Master" The woman whispered, looking at her masters still hidden face as he crouched down besider her to gain a better look, "Very special, I can feel it ..."
Suddenly, his head went back slightly and a light was cast on the lower half of his face. A smirk, a deep rather erotic smirk, filled his face.
"Very good, Desera ..." He spoke, his voice deep and rich, with a slow drawl of husky amusement in it as well, "It means that you are more sensitive and we may have found a little jewel ..."

While the 'Lord' looked at the little creature, 'Desera' stood up and looked around, looking for the seller of this batch of slaves

Like a wife’s storming emotions to a husband going to war, the slave didn’t want the lady to leave but could do nothing as the robe swished and turned out of his eye’s sight. But now his eyes occupied themselves with someone else as the hungry slave noticed someone else near him. Making the effort to lean his head back slightly to look up, he locked his shifty eyes onto this robed person but the effort seem as though too great as he tiredly rested his head down on the cool and dirty floor of his cramped cage. His pale cheek rubbed and rested itself on the flat surface and for a moment, he looked like a broken porcelain doll that needed to be mended.

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It turns out that the particular slave driver of that pretty creature was a bit surprised when he found out that the Lord and this girl found that slave. Damn it. And he thought he hid him well but he didn’t blame them as just one look at that boy’s eyes was enough proof that he was no ordinary slave. Doing his best to conceal the annoyance he felt, he forced a smile at Desera and shook his head.

“He a’int for sale” when asked about the price of that exquisite creature. “ ‘a hav special or’das to deliva him to some odda man who wants ‘im. But ‘a hav loads of otha’ slaves dat might satisfy yur Lord… a’ll even giv ya a good price fo’ da slaves ya’ want” he muttered the last sentence with a small wink, hoping that they’ll take his ‘generous’ offer.

The horned man tilted his head to the side, watching the slaves movements. Yes, he too could sense that there was something rather special about this little treasure but, like his servant, could not place it accurately
Still, he reached his hand through the bars of the cage and stroked the exhausted one's cheek gently, something of a strange move considering not only that he was very highly placed in the social structure and people of his class did not normally touch slaves except to strike them or take advantage of their total obedience for their own lusts, but also his claw-like fingernails gave the impression that he was someone that could be violent and unpredictable, but his touch was soft and gentle, appreciating how fine a beauty this creature be ...

--- Meanwhile ---

The feline-eared woman raised an eyebrow, a quite strange move for herself. She was technically ranked lower than this man, but if she was doing this in such a way, it ment that she must be higher than him because of her master.
"Oh really?" A voice of argument on her. She knew her master wouldn't be so talkative in negotiations, he could be more ... forceful... "My Lord will want this slave, he is willing to pay a lot, or slit your throat, whichever you prefer. I warn you, my Master is very high-born and will not hesitate to use whatever negotiation he sees fit"

His trim chest moved with effort with each breath he took. If one looked at the boy’s conditions more carefully, they could see that he was better taken care of than most of the slaves around. But, maybe because the blue beauty wasn’t use to it, these conditions made his cheeks look sullen and the sparkle disappear from his eyes, leaving them to look lifeless. Though a small spark appeared when he felt a smooth hand caress his cheeks. Closing his eyes, his faint blue long lashes kissed his cheeks like a feather slowly floating onto the ground, before he nuzzled the palm softly; feeling the other’s skin and savoring the feeling of someone touching him when he’s been neglected for so long…


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Cringing a bit, he tried to hide his glare when the other acted like this but he couldn’t offend a possible customer. But curse the god who put him in this difficult predicament! There really was nothing he could do! He had orders to hide that slave until another slave driver will take over and so on to get that little treasure to a very powerful but evil being and if he didn’t delivery then his life will be delivered to the grim reaper. And /that/ was something he was /not/ looking forward to! “A’m sorri, ma’m but no mad’a how much ya’ pay, he a’nt for sale. Now a’ hav sum vera’ good slaves hera that can satisfa’ ane one’s needs. A, like dis’ one can cuke, and clean’. Or ar’ yah lookin’ for a bed slave? Then we ‘av-”

The male still mostly hidden chuckled, a pointed smirk showing itself from the illuminated lower half of his face, "Such a beautiful little thing ..." He said, his voice deep, smooth and effortless, "Why are you here I wonder? You are certainly something very special ... and you will be mine"


- - - Meanwhile - - -

She narrowed her blue eyes, a hand instantly raised with the palm facing the man, ordering him to stop his babbling and listen to the female
"Now you listen to me, we don't care who the fifteen Hells you've sold this slave to. My Master wants that slave, and he does not care what he has to do in order to get it. Must I get him involved with this debate? He will not hesitate to hurt you far worse that this other buyer you've promised the boy to" Her ears were lowered and pointing back, her black tail thrashing to show her extreme annoyance

The tired boy said nothing but he did look up a little to see the smirk on the other’s face and it made his spine tingle. He didn’t know if it would be a good thing or a bad thing to be owned by this person but that was just wishful thinking. He was to be delivered far far away, to the murderer of his family and clan. /That/ made a small shudder throughout his body. No, it would be better if someone else owned him. And with that idea in his head, he turned his head a little to place a soft chaste kiss on his master-to-be’s palm.


- - - m e a n w h i l e - - -


The slave driver just widened his eyes as he took a step back; all the while his mind raced to find some kind of a solution. It seems that two knives are pointed to his neck and there was no way out! “A-a’m sur’a yur masta hav da money… b-but tis furst com furst serve y’ah noe? A-and A cant do notin’ ‘bout dat…” he looked around hopelessly. “Look… A’ll even offa my best slaves for havf da price! Da’ll be da deal of va lifetime! So wadda yah say?”

"Master!" Desera called over to him, losing her patience and doing as she threatened, calling her Lord over.
He looked over his shoulder at the Neko-eared woman, and promptly stood up to his entire tall dark height, walking over with terrible purpose to the pair

"What seems to be the problem?" He said smoothly, a terrible overtone to his voice although the pointed smirk was still there
"He doesn't want to sell the slave, Master" She huffed, looking at the man accusingly

"Oh? And why is that?"

Completely flustered and with an awful apprehension, the man stuttered an answer, “A-a-am sor-rie, m-mah ‘ord… B-but’ta… he ain’t f-fo s-sale… A-a’m tah d-deliva’ ‘im to s-sumone e-else…”


The slave just listened as he wondered briefly if this man will succeed in owning him and his fate will be changed… for the better.

There was a glow, two grey-coloured glows from the depths of the hood. The smirk widened, and his voice was deeper and more chilling, "If he is on display, he is for sale. Now, I will give you one last chance to sell him to me as well as the rest of your Slaves ... If not, I will kill you and take them anyway"

11Eyes widening as they held disbelief but also some knowledge that this man would very well do this, his complexion paled as he frantically tried to think of a way out of this while keeping that slave intact. “P-please… A really can‘t guv ya‘h d-dat slave… I-I‘ll evn giv y-yah all ma‘h slaves! B-but not ‘im! P-please…” he pleaded.
Desera shook his head, "Nope, we need to take him. With the money that Master is going to give you you can run away and hide!"

The man smirked, waiting for the decision. He already knew where his sword was

Eyes frenetically moved as if a trap mouse searching for a way out, he suddenly took off after a pause towards that slave and with one heave, lifted the cage, slave and all, and began running away. Others stared while some of the man’s ’buddies’ came and ran behind him to make sure their ’package’ will be delivered.

Desera looked surprised, but the male standing next to her growled and ran after the runaway trader. No-one ran way from him!

Chasing after the man like a demonic shadow he drew his sword and caught a hold of the trader, his sword digging into the unfortunate males spine, "Let him go" He growled in his ear

Like a kid playing in the school field, though he had fear in his eyes, he threw the cage forward in which some of his buddies caught and now /they/ began to run with the cage. And inside the cage, the poor slave was frightened to death as he was banged against the metal bars until his soft skin was all but red and bruised.

"Oh dear ..." Desera breathed, watching them run away with the little slave

He snarled, pulling out a dagger and throwing it into the back of the skull of the one carrying the cage, racing after the rest of the carriers

“A-ah…!” The boy cried out softly as he was thrown against the bars yet again and this time it hurts a lot, so much that he could feel tears stinging his eyes. Opening his silver eyes, he saw that the others now carried his cage and was shoving him into a truck and he can tell the vehicle was taken off as the scenery before him began to go backwards.

"Desera! Make sure that he doesn't move!" He ordered the Neko slave, referring to the slave trader as he took off after the transport. He couldn't believe that people were trying to defy him!

He wondered if this was the end… Sighing slightly as he winced when he tried to rub his bruises, he was sad at the prospect that he would be caged in here until he reached his designated owner, a person that he disliked so very much. With small tears in his eyes, he wished that something or someone would take him away…

Whoever the horned man was, he was certainly not one to give up. He seemed to be able to move faster than a normal male should, as he managed to catch up with the vehicle and climb into the back, promptly attacking the 'guards' of the slave. He was determined to have this treasure, and the fact that people were trying to take him away only increased the desire to have him for himself

"You shouldn't have done that you know" Desera shook her head, speaking to the Slave Trader, "Master will not be happy ..."

The slave trader just gawked as he tried to struggle but gave up and watched the scene. A little hopeless…


Opening his damp eyes, he saw the men around him in a fury of movements and flinched a little at the sound of bones cracking and yells. Squeezing his eyes shut, he wondered if he was a bad person… it seems as though everywhere he went, bad things followed. The blue haired beauty hoped it will end soon as he curled up in his cage and clasped his hands over his ears to suppressed the sounds and got a little dizzy as he felt the truck beginning to loose control as the driver looked back and saw all the commotion. The slave could only guess that the man wanted to try throwing the man off as he continued to make sharp turns, throwing him and his cage upside down the right side up as he cried out again when pain bloomed over his body.

"Master will not be happy ..."

Snarling, he killed and crippled his last opponant before being slamed into the side of the cart by the drivers erratic turns. Rather fed up (especially since the move had hit his horns, the pain vibrating in his neck as this forced his skull a certain way, he picked up the cage

"I said that I would take you, and I will" Jumping off the cart with the cage in his grip

Those men were like monkeys! As they, the ones that were still alive and were able the move that is, leaped out of the truck too and practically pushed the man down the street. A soft yell escaped when the cage fell hard, hurting the treasure within. “A-ah…” But it didn’t stop there as the cage began to roll down the steep hill making the slave cry out, frightened. The men, seeing that their cargo was running off, promptly abandoned the unknown man to chase the runaway cage.

He snarled agian, he was starting to lose care for his own covering. And he did so, yanking off the outer cloak to reveal the person underneath.
A blonde haired man, rather handsome but perhaps not now with his eyes glowing and his expression one of intense anger. He was wearing his day armor but still heavily armed and he too ran after the cage

Desera shook her head, "You made him really mad. He's revealed who he is now ..."

All this rolling not only made arrows of pain shoot up his body but also made him dizzy as he rolled inside the cage. And suddenly, the ground wasn’t under him anymore! The cage flew from the hill and began to fall… into the river! *splash* the cage went down and with it was the slave!

The men who saw this widened their eyes as they stared in horror before they, too, dove into the water.

His eyes widened, before he too bolted towards the river. But he didn't go into the water. He ran upstream to a place in the stream where the water narrowed, ready to snatch the cage from the icy waters

But the men got to it first, and as they pushed the dripping cage up to the surface and onto the river bank, they were completely taken back to see that the slave wasn’t in its cage anymore! Shocked, they didn’t know what to do. Was the creature still in the water? Did he drown? But how did he get out of the cage? Those were some of the questions that went through their mind before they dove back into the water, searching for the precious slave.

He watched them pull out the cage, and was just as surprised as they were at the lack of slave within the metal thing. Puzzled, he let his senses tune into looking for the slave, watching the waters ...

A small glit of sapphire fins could be seen, but as quick as a flash they were gone. But they were going at an amazing speed away from those men as it began to swim up the river where as the men were searching down the river; worried that the slave drowned and the waters was carrying him off.

The blonde man raised an eyebrow as he caught sight of the glimmer of colour. His eyes were calming down as well, no longer the glowing grey but their normal look as they scanned the waters. Instead of heading down, he headed up, making it seem as though he had given up looking for the slave when really he was just following a better trail to him ...

The water was like his soul; both a part of him and so when he was swimming through the streams, he was so happy even though he could feel his limbs hurt from being stuck in that cramp cage for so long. But the pain dulled as the feeling of the icy water surrounded him and danced past him as he swam faster, trying to get away. He swam for who knows how long but by the time he heaved himself off the river, the droppings of clear water clung to him while his chest was rapidly moving, he was pretty far from those men. In this time, it would have taken at least ten hours to walk while only one by the river with his tail; which was turning back to legs. The last thought that went through his mind was, “Finally… I-I’m free…” before he fainted onto the grass with the tall trees surrounding him.

This was close to The Hunt; where one had to brave whatever the terrain threw at the in order to find one's prey. Be it something to kill, a scout to assassinate, or animals which made up ones supper unless one was too slow.
This was close, although the slave didn't fall into any of the above catagories. Rather, he was like a prize, the reward that training trackers in the army got for doing their job well and, since there was only one prize, doing it fast enough.
His senses were on height, searching for the prey. His step aided, his eyes glowing as he tapped into his own inner powers to aid him on his quest. This would be worth it, this was a prize worth having, even if, so far, it was only because other people wanted to take it from him so badly ...

He found the exhausted slave, and for a moment he thought the poor creature had died of exhaustion. But no, there was his little heartbeat, he could feel it ...
Gently, he picked up the slave and started back towards the slave market
________________________________________________________to be continued…