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Have you ever heard the phrase 'once upon a time'? There is a high chance that you have. They are stories that usually end with 'happily ever after', you know, the prince saves the princess. At least that is what I have been told. But wouldn't be true that not all stories have those happy endings? Aren't there some that leave with sorrow?
There I go blabbing again. It's just that when you have lived through what I have, it'd be hard to trust words too. I haven't read anything that ends happily nor have I seen it.
Where I live things don't play out like they do in fairy tales. Most end up dieing before they are even thirty; my brother died when he was ten. My parents no longer exist on this hellish world, nor do any other relatives. My friends have been taken to the academy and it is only a matter of time before they take me.
I am running off on a topic again without even explaining myself. Let's start over shall we? The name of which they call me is Netsui, Asshu Netsui. That is my name because I am the holder of fire. I am fourteen years of age and am female.
I am living in a shack inside the Kymito village. There is no bed, no table, no furniture except for the crate I study at. Most people like me have similar housing. Nothing is more then a maybe the size of a living room. We live in dust and dirt so most of the time we are pretty filthy, but it's not by our choice.
We live through this hell because of those bastards that keep us prisoner. I've never actually seen one of them, but they killed my family. That's all I'll ever need to know.
But I can feel it. They'll be after me next. I have reached the age where I must join the academy. What will happen to me? How will they react when they find that I have been taught the forbidden techniques, to read and write?
All I know is that no longer will I be seen as Netsui of Kymito, but as what my blood displays.
A pet.
I could feel leather break through the skin on my back. The warmth of crimson liquid flowing down my spine. Oh, how comforting it is to know that I'm not numb yet.
Slash!
I constrict closer to the pole my hands are bound to. The pain begins to spread throughout my body.
Slash!
Pain. Yes, hurt me. I have to be punished. I've disobeyed you and now I must learn why my actions were tainted.
Slash!
Only a matter of time now. Yes, soon the stinging will become nothing more then the sting of a paper cut. The throbbing will die with my will to resist.
Slash!
My knees give and I fall down to them. Don't continue. I have lost and you know it. My live once again belongs only to serve you. I will never break what you have created.
I can fill the water flow out of the corners of my eyes. Tears. How pathetic. I'm starting to cry. Are you watching with that smile of yours? Of course you are. You know how only to hurt.
I pity you. 'Cause even as I lie in ruin here, you in much more pain then I am. Yes, I can feel you tremble in the other room. Are you crying? Are you breaking down? How ironic it is that I'm now you as you are now me.
"Oh, dear sweet Master Kurai," I feel my lips form those words. "No matter how many times you whip me you're only hurting yourself."
I roll onto my side and peer over at the light emitting from your room. The sight makes me laugh.
"When will you learn that you weren't meant for the title of a master?" I begin to lose conscious. "Just give in and find out what you're missing already. You don't want to die alone and unloved, do you?"
I fall into darkness.
"We have a very special product today!" The announcer begins.
Finally. Maybe they'll decide to not out bid each other. Then I can at least take off these metal restraints.
"The last of her kind, I bring a pet worth having!" The blue curtains rise slowly.
The light is blinding and I have to close my eyes. Almost immediately I hear the commotion of those impressed by my appearance. I guess I really am one of kind with my earth holding technique.
"We'll start the biding at 100 kraps! Do I hear 100?!"
"100!" was the response.
Damn. This was going to be long.
"200!"
Just shut up, you rich bastards!
"250 kraps!"
At least go with the pattern, baka!
"400!"
"400!? We have 400! Do I hear a 500 out there?!"
There was murmuring in the crowd of, I must say it, FAT men. I look over to the man who was biding 400 kraps. My eyes widened. Somebody please bid higher! I just ran away from him! I won't go back! He'll try to have sex again! Somebody!
"No? Okay, 400 going once!...Going twice!...And so-"
"700! I place 700 kraps on the pet."
I scanned the crowd to see a young boy raising his hand. He most have been one the aristocrats because he had blond hair.
"Who is that boy?"
"Why is there someone of his age here?"
"Who does he think he is biding such an amount?!" The man said furiously.
"Watch what you say. That boy is the heir to the Fujioka clan. That is Suku."
"700? You wish to bid 700 kraps on such a thing?" The announcer looked at me wildly before turning back to the blond. "We have finer pieces then this, young sir."
"Do you question my choice?" the boy asked menace in his voice and purple eyes.
"N-No, of course not, young sir. I'll have her ready in a minute!"
I felt as they pushed off the stage and as his released the cuffs around my wrists. I rubbed them happy to have them off.
"We're leaving," his voice breathing in my ear.
I don't who you are, but thank you. Truly, I thank you.
You have saved me.
Yeah! A new story that took me only four hours! (Yes I type slow) So here it is, GFS!! Enjoy or suffer from the fury of which I hold! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
Jacob: You're crazy.
Me: Silence in the background!!
