Esclave (Chapter 1/?)
Title: Esclave (Chapter 1/?)
Author: keeconk
Pairing: AriYama.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,480
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and the story is solely fantasy, totally has nothing to do with the real life persons. Some facts, however, might be based on magazine translations.
Summary: Yamada Ryosuke didn't expect that he would be bought. It seemed to be very sudden and he didn't know how his life would turn out after this. But he knew that if there was one thing he wanted, was not to go back to that basement again.
A.N.: AU. Self-beta'ed. Made for mr-rainyday's birthday. Was supposed to be a one-shot but I think it's worth a more in-depth story telling.
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Resting the side of his temple to the back seat’s window, Yamada watched the way the leaves swayed when the wind blew them, making them move as if they were dancing to his arrival. The ride was long, a little bit too long from what he had anticipated and much to his surprise the feeling of agony building up by every passing second.
He had been bought. It took them awhile, but he finally had been bought. He wasn’t sure what to expect because after being locked up for almost his entire life, he had learned not to expect more but a nice warm meal. He hated it there, he did try to escape, but as a boy, there wasn’t much he could do, especially when big, strong men were watching every single move from everyone in those bunks, guarding the entire basement.
The car that picked him up was extravagant. A limo, to be precise. It was black, glossy, and there wasn’t a spot of dirt on its surface. Expensive, was his first taught, but the loneliness overwhelmed him when he stepped into the backseat, the huge space and leather seats made him feel very insignificant. The window was tinted with the finest tint film, keeping the inside chill even when the air conditioning was set pretty low. His worn out shirt and baggy pants and un-styled black hair felt so much like an eye sore compare to where he was seating on.
Just who on earth just bought me? he wondered.
As the car kept going, he realised how the surrounding turned into a more disserted forest area. Flowers were blooming and the grass was green, telling him that it was Spring. He had lost track of time, had no idea what year it was and how old he was as for then. No one in the basement knew. They did try to keep track of it, but they were always lost at the end.
When they finally stopped, Yamada saw a big, tall gate, a guardhouse stood proudly on its side. His stomach started to feel really uneasy, ideas on who might have bought him made him feel nausea and this might be just another bad turn in his life. What if it was an old unpleasant man? Or a pedophile woman in her late forty?
Yamada startled when the car’s door opened from the outside, not realising that they were already inside where there was a long drive way from the guard house to the front door. Very Victorian… very not Japanese. Could it be a foreigner needing a toy to play with when he or she was in the country?
“Come on, boy. You are waited,” the driver spoke to him, opening the car’s door even wider. The older person had introduced himself as Hikaru earlier on when he picked Yamada up. He had a goofy and soothing smile - Yamada liked it really. If he got to ever travel in this car again, he knew that at least he would feel at ease because Hikaru would be the one that drove.
He nodded nervously. This felt just as nerve-breaking as when he was first locked in. He was ten, he knew it that much, then he lost track of time. All he knew was working on some filthy kitchen and sometimes a laundry room on the day light, no wage and nasty meals that only came once a day, and his day ended on the bunk, all locked up.
A lady was waiting for him by the front door, with two men on each of her side, dressed up in something that looked like butler uniform. She looked stunning, probably in her forties, seemed to be well educated and there was a sense of elegance in her presence. Yamada couldn’t deny of how much he felt even more unimportant. Someone like him, meeting someone like her. Was she the one that bought him?
“Oh look at you. Such a mess,” the lady commented, but there was a smile on her face. A gentle smile. “Don’t you think we need to get him groomed, Yabu?” she turned to her right where a tall, lanky, yet well-mannered young man stood.
“Oh yes, M’am. I can have that arranged,” the said Yabu replied her.
“No. We should make Inoo do the job. He’d be dealing with this boy on regular basis anyway,” she smiled to the other young man. His feature was feminine but he stood in pride and it was hard to read what he was thinking. Yamada didn’t know if he should trust him, but he couldn’t say no either when the young man with the long hair walked over to him, placing his palm against Yamada’s back and pushing him gently to the inside of the house.
He tried not to take too much notice of the house, but it was hard to do so as the dazzling big crystal light in the middle of the grand entrance quickly caught his eyes. The gold-ish reflection of light on the wallpaper-ed wall made his spine shivered, never in his life he saw something like that before.
“I knew that you’d be the perfect little gift,” the lady from before spoke again, not leaving him behind even when Inoo had managed to guide him to a small bathroom at the back of the super big kitchen. There were people working there, all well dressed in their white uniform, the big black bottom of their clothes were so defined, almost making them look like kitchen soldiers.
He was stripped on the spot, his bare feet were restless against the cold tiled floor while his face winced at the idea that he was there in that bright small bathroom, all naked with three other persons inside, watching him. Yabu and the lady did nothing but standing by the doorframe of the bathroom, watching Inoo dragging Yamada around - getting him cleaned.
“Are you my new owner?” he asked in a mutter, his lips stuttered at the cold water that was running down to his body. Inoo had worked his way to scrub Yamada’s skin, his sleeves were folded up to his elbow to avoid any unwanted wet fabric on his clothes, and his hair was tied neatly.
“Oh no, little boy. I bought you, but you’re not mine,” she answered. “You’re a gift.”
To be honest, he felt some sort of relief when he first saw the lady. She looked like someone that would take care of him well instead of slavering him like he was some piece of rotten good she accidentally found on the street. But now that she had said that he wasn’t his, his anxiety came back to him and he once again didn’t know what to expect.
When Inoo dried him up, Yabu came closer to them with a set of clothing in his arms. They looked normal. Just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, quite a contrast of what the two butlers and the lady were wearing.
“Do you still remember your full name, boy?” she asked when Inoo blew dried his hair. “Oh, that was rude of me. You can call me Arioka-san,” she added.
“Yamada Ryosuke,” he said, taking notes on her name.
“What about your age?”
“I have no idea,” he answered honestly.
“Oh poor thing,” she commented. “But it’s okay,” she walked to him, a smile crafted on her face. “At least you look presentable now,” she said as she placed her hands on his shoulders, Inoo stepping aside as she did that. She guided him to a full-size mirror in the bathroom, showing him his little transformation.
Yamada blinked at his own reflection. His skin was fairer that he thought it was, his hair was puff and well blew… and it was brown. He had no idea what Inoo did, but it was brown. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch it, feeling the suddenly softened and silk hair. “No wet washing your hair for three days, okay? I’ll give you a dry shampoo to use,” Inoo grinned.
“You know what he likes best, don't you Inoo?” Arioka-san giggled.
“I’ve been with him since we were technically babies, M’am. Gotta transform this boy towards his liking,” Inoo answered.
He noticed how different Inoo from Yabu. He was a lot chattier, a little bit laid back in fact. His tie was rather loose and he didn’t even button his vest. Yamada didn’t notice that Inoo had folded his sleeves anyway before he even cleaned Yamada up because he could only stand there watching Inoo unfolding them one time, letting it folded up to expose at least one third of his arms.
“I’ll leave you with Inoo then. He’ll bring you to your new owner,” Arioka-san smiled to him, waving a ‘good-bye’ as she walked away with Yabu following after her.
It felt really surreal to be groomed. As he followed Inoo to the first floor, Yamada gulped as he walked up the stairs, eyes occasionally looked down to the ground floor where the grand entrance was. He had lowered his expectation, not wanting to be disappointed. He had gone through the worst and he should be prepared for this.
When Inoo knocked the big wooden door of the last room on the big wide hallway, Yamada could feel his heart pumping. He could only stare in awe when he stepped in. The room was big, there was a couch with a coffee table by the big gliding glass door that leaded to the veranda, the bed was opposite to it and it was big and looked so extravagant.
“Dai-chan~~~~. Morning!! Time to wake up! You can’t sleep all day on your birthday,” Inoo skipped to the bed, flopping himself to the edge of it while leaving Yamada standing awkwardly before the door.
In that big, cosy bed, Yamada noticed a presence. He saw a figure unrevealed when Inoo pulled the warm duvet away from the bed. This unknown person grunted, cursing to his pillow, especially when Inoo jumped to the side of the veranda and drew the curtain fully open to let the sun light in.
Was that his new owner? Yamada gulped at the anticipation. The person couldn’t be much older than him. His figure looked about similar to Yamada’s very own but a little bit less muscular. He felt slightly intimidated with the way Inoo acted so freely around this new person, making him wonder if this boy wasn’t his new owner. He couldn’t stand any longer in the dark while trying to figure out how his life would become.
“I can do whatever I want on my birthday,” he complained, sitting up as he ruffled his own hair in annoyance.
“No no no, Dai-chan. Your birthday means you have to get ready for the house party later. And you need to get to know this boy over here,” Inoo replied.
His eyes blinked at Inoo, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. Yamada almost jumped backwards when he suddenly turned his head to him. His eyes were big and rounded, very child-like, but the expression in his face was no where near something that a boy would have.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked.
Yamada wasn’t sure how to reply to that. He had no idea who his new owner was and he couldn’t even seem to say a word. The boy before him was different from Arioka-san. He wasn’t as elegant as the lady was and he was too straight forward, making Yamada think that he made a huge mistake just by being there.
“Oh come on, Dai-chan. Be nicer. He’s your twentieth birthday present from your mum,” Inoo smirked, gesturing his hand to Yamada, signalling the boy to come to him. “And this is your new owner, Arioka Daiki,” he added.
He smiled to Daiki, thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad to have someone that young as his new master. Besides, he was dressed neatly, his hair was styled, and according to Inoo it was everything towards Daiki’s liking. There was a small glimpse of hope that his life would become a lot better.
“I don’t need a pet,” Daiki said instead. “Get him out of here.”
It felt like a huge slap in his face, his chest never felt so painful before, and Yamada could only stand there while staring at the boy before him. Did he just get disowned even before he knew what kind of person Daiki was? The image of the basement flashed before his eyes, fear clearly washed over his entire body, not wanting to go back to where he came for even when he didn’t know how life would be in this new place.
“But it’s from your mum, and you’re twenty. It’s normal to get one,” Inoo protested.
“I said I don’t need one.”
“People will talk behind your back at the party if you don’t have one. There’s a family reputation to maintain,” Inoo pointed out, his voice sounded a lot more serious than before.
Daiki got off from his bed, walking over to the other two boys in the room. His eyes were casting over Yamada’s from head to toe, while his mouth was muttering something inaudibly as he got closer. Yamada didn’t like how he was being looked at. The way the older boy was looking at him was making him feel uneasy as it wasn’t the same welcoming stare like what the lady from before gave him.
“Fine. But I don’t want him to stay in my room,” Daiki rolled his eyes as he turned away, walking to a door that Yamada assumed was leading to the suite’s bathroom.
He stood there watching the other leaving them behind, flustered his eyes close and open when Daiki slammed the bathroom door before them. The great big room felt so small suddenly when he realised that he wasn’t welcomed in that room, almost as if everything in there was staring at him, judging him for being where he didn’t belong.
“He likes you,” Inoo grinned, much to Yamada’s surprised.
“But he said…” Yamada turned his head to Inoo, not understanding what the older boy meant.
He had heard stories before, many of them. Some people that came to the bunk after him had told him that there weren’t much type of masters out there. If they kept you in their room, they liked you, but that also meant that they might do stuff that you didn’t like to you; and if they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t care if you rot in hunger, all locked up in a cage. And to him, Daiki didn’t seem to like him.
“He’s just like that, very awkward to something that he likes. I’ve prepared your room. His mum has anticipated this so not to worry,” Inoo smiled.
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Not as dark as I wished it would be, but I will try to improve this (is currently trying to see if she can mix fluff and dark theme into a fic xD)
Critiques?
Author: keeconk
Pairing: AriYama.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,480
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and the story is solely fantasy, totally has nothing to do with the real life persons. Some facts, however, might be based on magazine translations.
Summary: Yamada Ryosuke didn't expect that he would be bought. It seemed to be very sudden and he didn't know how his life would turn out after this. But he knew that if there was one thing he wanted, was not to go back to that basement again.
A.N.: AU. Self-beta'ed. Made for mr-rainyday's birthday. Was supposed to be a one-shot but I think it's worth a more in-depth story telling.
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Resting the side of his temple to the back seat’s window, Yamada watched the way the leaves swayed when the wind blew them, making them move as if they were dancing to his arrival. The ride was long, a little bit too long from what he had anticipated and much to his surprise the feeling of agony building up by every passing second.
He had been bought. It took them awhile, but he finally had been bought. He wasn’t sure what to expect because after being locked up for almost his entire life, he had learned not to expect more but a nice warm meal. He hated it there, he did try to escape, but as a boy, there wasn’t much he could do, especially when big, strong men were watching every single move from everyone in those bunks, guarding the entire basement.
The car that picked him up was extravagant. A limo, to be precise. It was black, glossy, and there wasn’t a spot of dirt on its surface. Expensive, was his first taught, but the loneliness overwhelmed him when he stepped into the backseat, the huge space and leather seats made him feel very insignificant. The window was tinted with the finest tint film, keeping the inside chill even when the air conditioning was set pretty low. His worn out shirt and baggy pants and un-styled black hair felt so much like an eye sore compare to where he was seating on.
Just who on earth just bought me? he wondered.
As the car kept going, he realised how the surrounding turned into a more disserted forest area. Flowers were blooming and the grass was green, telling him that it was Spring. He had lost track of time, had no idea what year it was and how old he was as for then. No one in the basement knew. They did try to keep track of it, but they were always lost at the end.
When they finally stopped, Yamada saw a big, tall gate, a guardhouse stood proudly on its side. His stomach started to feel really uneasy, ideas on who might have bought him made him feel nausea and this might be just another bad turn in his life. What if it was an old unpleasant man? Or a pedophile woman in her late forty?
Yamada startled when the car’s door opened from the outside, not realising that they were already inside where there was a long drive way from the guard house to the front door. Very Victorian… very not Japanese. Could it be a foreigner needing a toy to play with when he or she was in the country?
“Come on, boy. You are waited,” the driver spoke to him, opening the car’s door even wider. The older person had introduced himself as Hikaru earlier on when he picked Yamada up. He had a goofy and soothing smile - Yamada liked it really. If he got to ever travel in this car again, he knew that at least he would feel at ease because Hikaru would be the one that drove.
He nodded nervously. This felt just as nerve-breaking as when he was first locked in. He was ten, he knew it that much, then he lost track of time. All he knew was working on some filthy kitchen and sometimes a laundry room on the day light, no wage and nasty meals that only came once a day, and his day ended on the bunk, all locked up.
A lady was waiting for him by the front door, with two men on each of her side, dressed up in something that looked like butler uniform. She looked stunning, probably in her forties, seemed to be well educated and there was a sense of elegance in her presence. Yamada couldn’t deny of how much he felt even more unimportant. Someone like him, meeting someone like her. Was she the one that bought him?
“Oh look at you. Such a mess,” the lady commented, but there was a smile on her face. A gentle smile. “Don’t you think we need to get him groomed, Yabu?” she turned to her right where a tall, lanky, yet well-mannered young man stood.
“Oh yes, M’am. I can have that arranged,” the said Yabu replied her.
“No. We should make Inoo do the job. He’d be dealing with this boy on regular basis anyway,” she smiled to the other young man. His feature was feminine but he stood in pride and it was hard to read what he was thinking. Yamada didn’t know if he should trust him, but he couldn’t say no either when the young man with the long hair walked over to him, placing his palm against Yamada’s back and pushing him gently to the inside of the house.
He tried not to take too much notice of the house, but it was hard to do so as the dazzling big crystal light in the middle of the grand entrance quickly caught his eyes. The gold-ish reflection of light on the wallpaper-ed wall made his spine shivered, never in his life he saw something like that before.
“I knew that you’d be the perfect little gift,” the lady from before spoke again, not leaving him behind even when Inoo had managed to guide him to a small bathroom at the back of the super big kitchen. There were people working there, all well dressed in their white uniform, the big black bottom of their clothes were so defined, almost making them look like kitchen soldiers.
He was stripped on the spot, his bare feet were restless against the cold tiled floor while his face winced at the idea that he was there in that bright small bathroom, all naked with three other persons inside, watching him. Yabu and the lady did nothing but standing by the doorframe of the bathroom, watching Inoo dragging Yamada around - getting him cleaned.
“Are you my new owner?” he asked in a mutter, his lips stuttered at the cold water that was running down to his body. Inoo had worked his way to scrub Yamada’s skin, his sleeves were folded up to his elbow to avoid any unwanted wet fabric on his clothes, and his hair was tied neatly.
“Oh no, little boy. I bought you, but you’re not mine,” she answered. “You’re a gift.”
To be honest, he felt some sort of relief when he first saw the lady. She looked like someone that would take care of him well instead of slavering him like he was some piece of rotten good she accidentally found on the street. But now that she had said that he wasn’t his, his anxiety came back to him and he once again didn’t know what to expect.
When Inoo dried him up, Yabu came closer to them with a set of clothing in his arms. They looked normal. Just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, quite a contrast of what the two butlers and the lady were wearing.
“Do you still remember your full name, boy?” she asked when Inoo blew dried his hair. “Oh, that was rude of me. You can call me Arioka-san,” she added.
“Yamada Ryosuke,” he said, taking notes on her name.
“What about your age?”
“I have no idea,” he answered honestly.
“Oh poor thing,” she commented. “But it’s okay,” she walked to him, a smile crafted on her face. “At least you look presentable now,” she said as she placed her hands on his shoulders, Inoo stepping aside as she did that. She guided him to a full-size mirror in the bathroom, showing him his little transformation.
Yamada blinked at his own reflection. His skin was fairer that he thought it was, his hair was puff and well blew… and it was brown. He had no idea what Inoo did, but it was brown. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch it, feeling the suddenly softened and silk hair. “No wet washing your hair for three days, okay? I’ll give you a dry shampoo to use,” Inoo grinned.
“You know what he likes best, don't you Inoo?” Arioka-san giggled.
“I’ve been with him since we were technically babies, M’am. Gotta transform this boy towards his liking,” Inoo answered.
He noticed how different Inoo from Yabu. He was a lot chattier, a little bit laid back in fact. His tie was rather loose and he didn’t even button his vest. Yamada didn’t notice that Inoo had folded his sleeves anyway before he even cleaned Yamada up because he could only stand there watching Inoo unfolding them one time, letting it folded up to expose at least one third of his arms.
“I’ll leave you with Inoo then. He’ll bring you to your new owner,” Arioka-san smiled to him, waving a ‘good-bye’ as she walked away with Yabu following after her.
It felt really surreal to be groomed. As he followed Inoo to the first floor, Yamada gulped as he walked up the stairs, eyes occasionally looked down to the ground floor where the grand entrance was. He had lowered his expectation, not wanting to be disappointed. He had gone through the worst and he should be prepared for this.
When Inoo knocked the big wooden door of the last room on the big wide hallway, Yamada could feel his heart pumping. He could only stare in awe when he stepped in. The room was big, there was a couch with a coffee table by the big gliding glass door that leaded to the veranda, the bed was opposite to it and it was big and looked so extravagant.
“Dai-chan~~~~. Morning!! Time to wake up! You can’t sleep all day on your birthday,” Inoo skipped to the bed, flopping himself to the edge of it while leaving Yamada standing awkwardly before the door.
In that big, cosy bed, Yamada noticed a presence. He saw a figure unrevealed when Inoo pulled the warm duvet away from the bed. This unknown person grunted, cursing to his pillow, especially when Inoo jumped to the side of the veranda and drew the curtain fully open to let the sun light in.
Was that his new owner? Yamada gulped at the anticipation. The person couldn’t be much older than him. His figure looked about similar to Yamada’s very own but a little bit less muscular. He felt slightly intimidated with the way Inoo acted so freely around this new person, making him wonder if this boy wasn’t his new owner. He couldn’t stand any longer in the dark while trying to figure out how his life would become.
“I can do whatever I want on my birthday,” he complained, sitting up as he ruffled his own hair in annoyance.
“No no no, Dai-chan. Your birthday means you have to get ready for the house party later. And you need to get to know this boy over here,” Inoo replied.
His eyes blinked at Inoo, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. Yamada almost jumped backwards when he suddenly turned his head to him. His eyes were big and rounded, very child-like, but the expression in his face was no where near something that a boy would have.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked.
Yamada wasn’t sure how to reply to that. He had no idea who his new owner was and he couldn’t even seem to say a word. The boy before him was different from Arioka-san. He wasn’t as elegant as the lady was and he was too straight forward, making Yamada think that he made a huge mistake just by being there.
“Oh come on, Dai-chan. Be nicer. He’s your twentieth birthday present from your mum,” Inoo smirked, gesturing his hand to Yamada, signalling the boy to come to him. “And this is your new owner, Arioka Daiki,” he added.
He smiled to Daiki, thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad to have someone that young as his new master. Besides, he was dressed neatly, his hair was styled, and according to Inoo it was everything towards Daiki’s liking. There was a small glimpse of hope that his life would become a lot better.
“I don’t need a pet,” Daiki said instead. “Get him out of here.”
It felt like a huge slap in his face, his chest never felt so painful before, and Yamada could only stand there while staring at the boy before him. Did he just get disowned even before he knew what kind of person Daiki was? The image of the basement flashed before his eyes, fear clearly washed over his entire body, not wanting to go back to where he came for even when he didn’t know how life would be in this new place.
“But it’s from your mum, and you’re twenty. It’s normal to get one,” Inoo protested.
“I said I don’t need one.”
“People will talk behind your back at the party if you don’t have one. There’s a family reputation to maintain,” Inoo pointed out, his voice sounded a lot more serious than before.
Daiki got off from his bed, walking over to the other two boys in the room. His eyes were casting over Yamada’s from head to toe, while his mouth was muttering something inaudibly as he got closer. Yamada didn’t like how he was being looked at. The way the older boy was looking at him was making him feel uneasy as it wasn’t the same welcoming stare like what the lady from before gave him.
“Fine. But I don’t want him to stay in my room,” Daiki rolled his eyes as he turned away, walking to a door that Yamada assumed was leading to the suite’s bathroom.
He stood there watching the other leaving them behind, flustered his eyes close and open when Daiki slammed the bathroom door before them. The great big room felt so small suddenly when he realised that he wasn’t welcomed in that room, almost as if everything in there was staring at him, judging him for being where he didn’t belong.
“He likes you,” Inoo grinned, much to Yamada’s surprised.
“But he said…” Yamada turned his head to Inoo, not understanding what the older boy meant.
He had heard stories before, many of them. Some people that came to the bunk after him had told him that there weren’t much type of masters out there. If they kept you in their room, they liked you, but that also meant that they might do stuff that you didn’t like to you; and if they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t care if you rot in hunger, all locked up in a cage. And to him, Daiki didn’t seem to like him.
“He’s just like that, very awkward to something that he likes. I’ve prepared your room. His mum has anticipated this so not to worry,” Inoo smiled.
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Not as dark as I wished it would be, but I will try to improve this (is currently trying to see if she can mix fluff and dark theme into a fic xD)
Critiques?