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| | From:  -_Okita_- (Original Message) | Sent: 9/10/2008 12:15 AM |
The auction was loud today, filled with both the greasiest of slum lords visiting near the castle grounds, to the high class who’s who of the day, and everyone in between. The stone floors were slick to the inch with sweat and blood of those who had been brought through before. Both screams and laughter erupted in staccato intervals between each stall and stage holding its human cargo.
The fourth stall held a small holding cell, open for the public to see and a few chairs to serve as a temporary office. The well illuminated cage held a small and rather young captive. Upon first glance, the prisoner’s features would lead anyone believe what was held behind the bars of the cell was a young girl, of Asian descent. Standing no more than 5�? or so, its slender body leaned against the cold, iron bars, graceful hands sliding down each side. The captive had hair to which was not tied back, auburn in color and flowing down to its mid back and bangs that covered its almond shaped light brown eyes. A tattered kimono, half ripped on the right shoulder to the chest hung from the slave’s quivering form, stopping just at his knees. Two smooth legs knelt below that, wearing nothing on its feet. A small noise would begin to creep its way up and out of the captive’s soft lips, but before anything but a small whimper is uttered, all subjective tranquility (if you could call it that) is interrupted by a loud “CRACK�?from a crop, against the bars of the cage. This sent the poor thing flat on its back, causing the kimono to fly up just a bit, exposing more of its legs. The slave would regain composure and take on an expression mixed of anger and helplessness.
On the other side of the crop emerged a man who looked typical of the auction house: a slaver of sorts who appeared to also be from the East. He wore his long black hair in a tight top knot above his head with strands messily stringing down his face. A torn kimono adorned his well defined body which was covered with miss-matched armor of different colors and kinds, all typical of Japan. A beard fell from his chin and a thin, curved sword with a woven handle lay fastened through his cloth belt.
“Back boy…�?He would state in a cold and unforgiving tone of a business man, simultaneously revealing the poor slave’s gender to anyone happening to pass by. He would chuckle, staring menacingly into the cage. “Oh how the mighty have fallen.�? He would add, speaking in perfect English. “From royalty, to this, and to think I will most likely get more for your sword, than I will for you�? He would turn to the crowd and sit, awaiting a possible buyer. This boy wasn’t going to go cheaply, but then again, the slave he held was far from the ordinary.
Paper constructed from rice contained Japanese characters on them, but had its translation below. These scrolls were nailed at each end and all around the auction, as were many others, stating where to find the slaver and his cargo. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Clans from Lord Oda Nobunaga of Japan has recently acquired a surplus in spoils of war against various other clans. We were fortunate enough to receive one of these prizes today and have it for auction for a limited time while we are in town. We have for sale one captured vassal of the Anaiyu clan, a clan in charge of personally protecting the Emperor if Japan. He is very young and in immaculate health and physical condition. He has traditional training in hand to hand combat and in various bladed weapons which is customary in our country for our warrior class: Samurai. He is also of half blood, from the Hakken species. These are much like your western werewolves, with the ability to willfully transform. Kai cannot transform however, but has abilities uniquely from his lupine blood. He is a prize to behold�?And someone had written in added red ink “And very pretty as well! Please come look! Looks much younger than true age, be warned!“We are sure he would make a great pet to anyone interested, but his other skills make him a great personal guard, and even gladiator. The boy is unbroken and will need some training and patients. Samurai are a proud people and though this boy is still young enough to be broken into obedience, it will take work. He is untouched. �?The slave’s attributes are listed below in list form.
Name: Anaiyu Rintaro Kai (birth name)
Age: 18
Location: Japan
Height: 5�?
Weight: 130 lbs
Confirmed skills: Spear, Sword, Grappling, Striking. Beginner in protection tactics (father died before he could finish his training), traditional serving of tea and other drinks, cooking, and knowledge of various western languages. Many more uses! Just come and see how he looks!
The paper ends with a simple signature in Japanese.
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It was another day’s end at the auction house. Cleaners were cleaning and sellers were packing up their things for the night shifters. The halls were quieting down for the late evening sales and many just had much more important things to do than browse the auction house at eleven thirty in the evening.
Among the few that were sticking around were the same Asian guard and his young captive slaveboy to whom had not been sold. They had been here for four whole days, bargaining and haggling with people for the young slave to be sold. For some odd reason, they had no dice.
Most of which were sold in the auctionhouse were females. This attracted many locals to Kai’s cage as he looked like one, but upon realizing his gender, most turned away to search for something else. This was aggravating the merchant to no end as for as rare as his young captive was, he was not selling well.
Kai sat tiredly in his cage, his tattered kimono almost falling off of his small frame. He had been fed, but not all that well, and it was showing. His well defined muscles were sore all over from being paraded around and inspected for all those four long days. He had tried to escape yesterday, only to be caught and nearly beaten by the merchant and a small mob of customers. It was only that he would be worth less damaged that saved him.
“This sure is a bore.�? Sighed the rugged seller, who had now a very unkept beard. “Maybe you are defective in some way �?He chuckled.
Kai, with all of his shy expression and demeanor peered up to his tormentor from behind his long, dark brown bangs, and then back down. There was defiance in his eyes, such that was hidden by his quiet nature. He did not want to be here. He had no desire to be the property of another person. He had a lot to think about.
“Even if it were a mere physical use, Im sure someone would have a use for you…�? The seller spoke out loud. He muttered something in Japanese, mostly out of annoyance and added “Im sure some man or lady could even keep you as their little pet..�? He laughed to himself “or worse…�?
The guard would sit back down and read over one of the scrolls used to advertise his product. He would hope some money would come out of this troublesome boy. Kai would just lie there, resting his body for the night that was yet to come.
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