Mother Isis, Father Death- Ch 1/?
Title: Mother Isis, Father Death
Chapter: 1/?
Author: shadowweb11
Genre: Smutty AU, romance, fluff, and humor (my attempts at)
Rating: NC-17
Bands: the GazettE and BIGBANG
Pairings: gazettE x OC, G-Dragon x OC, Uruha x Kai (one-sided for Uru for now)
Warnings: Trigger warning: rape (depends), slavery, BDSM certain chapters, a lot of bad language, and not beta'd
Disclaimer: I do not own the band, they belong to themselves and their current label company. G-Dragon belongs to himself and his current label company. This story is purely fictional. Any relation to real-life happenings is purely coincidental. I do take ownership of the story and the OC.
Summary: AU where the south won in the civil war. Since Japan was heavily influenced by North America in WWII, they embraced slavery. Japan later took over South Korea, and enslaved them. In modern day, the act of slavery still goes on strong in Japan- 78% of people have been reported to own slaves. This is the story of a half-breed slave named Savannah 'Isis' Jeong under the command of the Gazette drummer, Kai, and her adventures with Ji-Kwon.
Beta reader job opening! Beta reader wanted! Extra extra!
[Rated R for this Chapter]
"5,000 yen, and no less!"
I almost flinched at the slave dealer's yell. If I hadn't already been shaking from cold. It was late Autumn, and it was already starting to snow. It didn't help that slaves had to be presented nude to potential buyers. Just get it fucking over already! I pleaded in my mind. It's not that I'm sad I was being bought- I had no family to care about in the slave dealer's shop anyway, they've already been sold off- but it was the fact of how poorly the bastard treated us. Once someone gets a hold of the officials! I swear I'll cut off the thing you hold most dear!
"Fine. But I'm going to go tell everybody how crappy your sales are! Huh! 5,000 yen for one that clearly is worth 3,500!"
Huh. I guess that's an insult? He usually sells most of his slaves at 6,000, with the occasional 8,000. But I guess that's nothing to really go off of... I was taken away from my thoughts when my collar was being tugged at. I looked down momentarily to see the kanjis etched on it before I obediently followed. I couldn't read much Japanese anyway, it's a miracle I can even understand what they're saying. Most of the other slaves said I could've been a linguist in another life. If I wasn't, you know, a slave...
"Ugh. I don't need any more stress than I already have with the album! Maybe... What's her name? Isu Isu? What an odd name..."
I didn't have much choice in the matter, thanks. And also, it's technically Savannah. It's what my mom named me anyway...
"Maybe Isu Isu-san can help me with my stress."
Oh fuck my life. I was guided to the left side of a silver-y, metal... Thing. I was forced between the opened door and into a chair. My new master carefully brought a belt-like strip over top of me and inserted the tip of it, which appeared to also be metal, into a mechanism, causing a 'click'. He then closed the door, and walked over to the other side. He sat next to me and did the same with his belt. I heard some buyers talk about this, I think. A.. Car? Was it?
I was surprised as the... Car, lurched forward. I grasped onto a part of the door out of instinct. Master appeared quite amused at this, but said nothing as it continued on with moving. What kind of sick joke was this? I just stayed there, terrified out of my mind, for a few minutes until it stopped again. I sighed in relief.
I glanced over to my left at Master. He had shoulder-length brown hair dyed blonde at the end. Or, was it blonde hair with most of it dyed over with brown? Or maybe it was his natural hair? I've never seen someone with multi-colored hair, but I don't exactly get to see many Japanese natural hair colors. Perhaps it's all dyed over? Pushing away those thoughts, I took to note in my mind that he wasn't completely ugly. He was above-average, at least. I silently thanked a god that I didn't end up with the surprisingly common ugly slave owner that took my father.
When he got out of the car, I could notice some of his physique. He certainly wasn't over-weight, nor skinny as fuck. A good in-between. I couldn't yet tell how muscular he was, as most of his skin was covered to protect himself from the coming winter. Master then slammed the door and walked over to my side. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't completely be against helping with that stress...
As he released me from the belt, Master helped me up and out of car. Regaining possession of the rope tied to my collar, he walked me to what appeared to be his house. What a tall house... More like a skyscraper that isn't as tall than a house. Master inserted a key he had retrieved from his pocket into a keyhole, which unlocked the gate. Gate? Why does he need a gate? Does he have a dog or cat? The yard's way too small for one, if so. I was tugged further along to the doorway, where he used another key. Come to think of it, why does he need to lock his gate? Is he that paranoid?
I was brought into the house, and was greeted with a long hallway with multiple doors on each side. What kind of fucking house is this? We turned right to find a metal box inserted into the wall. A single button was on the side. What little Japanese I knew helped me decipher that it said 'up'. How peculiar...
I didn't have long to think about it's possible uses as I was pulled toward it. Master clicked the button that said 'up' and waited. Soon, the side-ways doors opened themselves up to show an empty, silver box inside. I was moved into it. I looked around in wonder, as out of the corner of my eye Master clicked one of the many buttons. I almost fell as the metal box began to move. What's with metal things moving on their own?
After a couple beeps, the metal box stopped, and the doors opened on their own again. I was guided out, and took a right to another long hallway full of doors. Then I noticed there was kanjis etched next to each door. Perhaps to distinguish one from another? We stopped in front of a door, and Master unlocked it with a different key this time. What I was greeted with was surprising.
"Welcome home, Kai-sama."
The man in the room bowed respectfully to Master- Kai-sama was it? The -at least what appeared to be- slave kept himself bowed as he moved off to the side to let Kai-sama through. As the servant straightened himself, I felt myself blush. He had let one section of his hair to grow out on the side, and had the other areas close-cut. Forget Kai-sama, this guy was hot!
"Play nice with the new girl, Loeng. She's quite frightened already."
Master Kai said as he removed the leash from the collar.
"I have a group meeting I need to get to, so I'll let you break her in."
Loeng bowed again as Kai-sama left the room again, closing the door behind him with a slam. I almost shook as the fellow slave moved towards me, having straightened out again.
"Sex slave I presume?"
It took me a minute to process what he just said. And he said it in my own native language!
"I... Um. I don't... Know."
Joeng moved even closer, and I could feel my blush grow deeper.
"He's been talking about getting one this past month. It appears you are the... Unlucky candidate."
I simply nodded, deciding to avert my gaze to something far away. I gasped as he suddenly kissed my forehead.
"Well, this should be fun."
He said, laughing. Then I realized, I'm still fucking naked, aren't I?
Author's note- I regret nothing. Shoot me if you must. And, if you didn't see it above, I need a beta reader. Just to get someone else's opinion on it ;3
For an estimate in how yen translates to dollars, remove two zeros. It's not most accurate, but just something quick and easy.
And yes, I'm using the Gazette's Dogma look for this fic. And I'm using one of GD's older looks from 2012, too.