Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Avarìa ❯ Unbroken Slave? ( Chapter 3 )

Avarï˜a

Disclaimer: The only thing we own is a Seifer bobble head doll, don't sue!

(Thoughts)

"Spoken words"

By: Rosiel and Kira

Authors' Notes: Damn, this thing took forever to work on and get out. I've been lazy ever since Kira and I got back from our vacation. Anyways, we got some really awesome reviews and thank you so much for them. It was a lot of fun for us to come home and read those! Send more and we'll work harder than before to get this finished. We've even decided to turn this into the first story of a universe we're going to refer to as the World of Crime, so look for another story when this one is done!!!

Chapter 3: Unbroken Slave?

Seifer stormed down the ornate hall, content to rip Irvine a new one.

(What was that idiot thinking? How could he be so stupid?)

He sighed, knowing he needed to calm down. Irvine couldn't have known the slave was unbroken.

(Hell he was to damn scared to even utter a word.) He thought to himself, shaking his head.

He wondered if Irvine or his beloved sister in law was the one who had bought the slave at the market, knowing his preference for dark haired men. Although, he hadn't had many relationships, he had never been interested in many people. He had to much to do, and the family always came first.

(I'm going to kill Irvine if he sent that bitch of a sister Quistis to get the boy.) He thought, wringing his hands together in a nervous gesture that he hadn't been able to give up since their father had died. It was a habit he tried so hard to break, but sometimes in situations where he was angry or depressed, he sometimes did it anyways.

His dark thoughts were interrupted when Matron stepped out in the hallway. She smiled, a sight that could light up a room as she stepped towards him, laying a well-manicured hand on his broad tricep.

"Seifer, are you all right darling?"

He gritted his teeth as he looked at the dark haired woman. He couldn't lie to Matron, she would know the moment he did and she would eventually pull it out of him. Her smile faltered as she studied his tense jaw line. It was the only way to tell that he was honestly angry, aside from looking into his eyes.

"No Matron, I'm not."

She remained silent for a moment, before giving a small nod and motioning towards the room she had just stepped out of.

"I had a steak made for you. I knew you would be hungry when you got back. Would you like to join me for dinner?" She asked softly.

He forced a smile for her sake. "Yeah sure Matron."

They walked into the room, settling down on the padded mahogany chairs. The light from the crystal chandler had been dimmed to a low lighting, meant to relax the people in the room. The wine colored carpet was thick and soft underneath their feet as Edea stepped up to the right side of the chair that rested at the head of the cherry colored table. Seifer reached out and pulled the chair out for her. She smiled softly, her golden eyes lighting up. She adored Seifer, he had always been her favorite, and she knew he always would be. Seifer sat down at the head of the table and watched as servants ran around, serving them their dinner.

He sighed as he took a bite of the steak. Just how he liked it. A little bit on the rare side, but not enough to bleed. He closed his eyes for a moment and then continued to eat. Both he and Edea ate in relative silence.

She was waiting for him to speak to her first about what had made him so angry. She didn't pressure him in anyway. She took a sip of white wine from her crystal glass before setting aside.

He sighed, yes, it was time to tell Matron everything. He sighed settling himself back in the chair. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before turning to look at her.

"Matron, what do you know about that gift that the kiddies gave me?"

"We thought you would like someone around you could perhaps relate to, a companion or something. Seifer, we didn't mean to interfere, I just felt that you were spending too much time alone, and I was being a meddling mother. I'm sorry."

She finished, bowing her head. Her long dark hair had been left loose, and now it came forward, covering her beautiful face. He reached out, laying his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him for a moment then turned her gaze back down.

"You weren't being a meddling mother Matron. It's nice to know that someone cares about me that much. But the problem lays with the slave, not the people who bought him for me. He's unbroken Matron, and he was so terrified of me that he refused to even speak to me. Now, I don't know if it will wear off in a few days or what, but if it doesn't then he's got to go. I can't have to worry about someone else's safety and sanity if I'm worrying about him."

She nodded in understanding. Seifer sighed, looking up into her soft face. Edea gave him a small smile in response, a silent promise going between the two, that if push came to shove, she would support his decision no matter what.

"If you want to tell Irvine to sell him, then be my guest Seifer."

He shook his head. "No Matron, I can't do that. Irvine gave him to me as a gift and he meant good even if he doesn't cooperate."

"Maybe you just need to get to know him. Perhaps, if he understands your mastery, then he won't be so reluctant."

"Matron, I told you, he was so scared he wouldn't even talk to me."

"Would you be scared if you were in his position? I know I would be terrified. Perhaps you just need to tell him what you expect of him, and then everything will be all right."

"Perhaps you're right Matron." Seifer said softly, shaking his head.

"I know I'm right." She said smiling softly.

The two talked for another hour before Edea slipped to her feet, planning to retire to bed. She kissed Seifer on the forehead and left the dining room. He sighed softly, sitting back and closing his eyes. Perhaps it was time he returned to his room and try to work things out with his new possession.

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Squall closed his eyes trying to go to sleep, despite his uncomfortable position. The hard flesh between his legs throbbed, making him curse the man that had done this to him.

(Why did I let myself become aroused at his touch?) He wondered as he pulled on the silk ties, trying to get feeling back to his numb arms.

He looked up as the door slipped open and in walked the said man. He slowly closed the door, before coming towards the bed. Squall stared at him, hating him all the time. He jerked on the ties, to show that as soon as he was released he was going to try to get away. The large blond sat on the bed beside him. He reached out to push a few locks of unruly brown hair back from Squall's sweat soaked forehead. He jerked back from the touch, his stormy eyes promising death to his tormenter. The large blond sighed softly as he drew his hand back gently.

"I don't think we've been introduced. My name is Seifer Almasy."

Squall's eyes widened. He remembered hearing about the famous Almasy family. They were supposedly a family so powerful that even the police couldn't control their illegal activities. They could buy off the right people and be done with it. They were supposedly mixed up in quite a few high profile criminal activities.

"You going to tell me your name or am I just going to have to call you boy for the rest of your life here?" Seifer asked smirking in the low lighting.

Squall turned his head away refusing to tell the blond anything. He wanted out of this hell and back with his family. Silent tears came to his eyes at the thought of Ellone, Laguna and most importantly his mother Raine. He was sure she had worried herself sick wondering where he was and what could've happened to him. He shook his head, refusing to let his captor see him in a weak moment.

Seifer sighed as he pulled himself to his feet, slowly untying the smaller brunette. Squall drew his knees up to his chest and slid his tingling arms around them, curling up in a fetal position. Seifer sighed once more.

(God, it's worse than I thought. He's terrified of me.)

"I didn't mean to scare you earlier. I'm just not a patient person when I get home from a hit. You'll just have to learn to get out of my way whenever it happens."

"And what if I don't want to learn?" Squall spoke so softly, that Seifer almost didn't hear the words.

Seifer shook his head. "Then I'll have to get rid of you. Or kill you. I won't deal with a disobedient slave. I'll understand at first if you make a mistake, but you have to show me that you're honestly trying, not just trying to provoke me. It's your choice. I won't beat you for a small mistake like most owners will and I can promise you, if you think you're in a bad situation now, just wait and see what happens if I have to sell you."

Squall looked down, not saying anything. He wanted to fight the larger blond. He just wanted to go home, not be some glorified sex slave to a member of a powerful crime family. He sighed softly, turning to face his owner. Seifer cocked his head, his blue green eyes studying him for a moment.

"I just want to go home." Squall said softly, his blue gray eyes clouding with sorrow.

"I can't promise that. But once I learn to trust you, then perhaps you can have some form of contact with your family." He said softly.

Seifer slid to his feet, shaking his head as he walked into the huge walk in closet to retrieve something for the smaller brunette to wear. He couldn't explain why the smaller brunette seemed to bring out a protective streak in him that he never even knew he had. He didn't feel the urge to be cocky and arrogant around him as he did everyone else. He had wanted to hold the little brunette and assure him that everything would be all right. He looked up at the ceiling.

(God what is wrong with me? I want to protect someone whose name I don't even know. I don't even feel this way about Matron or the rest of the family. What is it about him that I need so much?) He wondered as he pulled out a pair of dark blue sweat pants. He walked out of the closet stepping over to the bed where the smaller brunette was huddled.

"Here put these on. They're going to be too big for you, but it will have to do for now. At least until I can get you something decent to wear."

Squall looked up at him. He didn't see that malice that had been there earlier. Instead the gaze was soft and gentle.

"Thank you."

Seifer gave a small nod. He began to strip until he was down to nothing but his boxers. Squall slid to his feet, slipping into the large pants, they were baggy and to long for him, but they would do for the night. He turned back to the bed only to find the large blond was all ready in it, his eyes closed. Squall looked at him for a moment, biting his lip. The blond seemed to sense his dilemma.

Without opening his eyes he spoke. "You'll sleep with me."

He slid back into the bed. Scooting towards the edge away from Seifer. The blond reached over pulling him back against his broad chest. Squall tensed, before forcing himself to relax. Seifer was about to drift off when the brunette spoke.

"Squall, my name is Squall."

"Thank you." Seifer replied softly.

Author's Notes: Rosiel: I know, I promised lemon. I'm so sorry!!! I promise I will make it up to all our reviewers.

Kira:* bops Rosiel on the head*, You are such an idiot.

Rosiel: Owwww! That really freaking hurt!!

Kira: *glares* You deserve it! BAKA!

Rosiel: Hey, I am not!!!

Kira: I'll punish Rosiel for not writing lemon for all our reviewers and make sure Rosiel throws some in the next chapter or the one after, but there will be lemon soon, since Rosiel is such an idiot.

Rosiel: *Pouts*, I was gonna write in this chapter, but I couldn't make it work. *Sniffle, Sniffle*, You're really mean! *runs off*

Kira: Please review! We really need it and, *looks at Rosiel*, Rosiel will cry if you don't.

Rosiel: I'm all ready crying cause of you jackass!

Kira: *rolls eyes*

Rosiel: Just please review and we'll try not to torture you anymore with plot and just some good old fashion lemon!