Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ Going Once... ( Chapter 19 )

Love On A Leash

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers: Seriously speaking… Y'all must know I don't own these guys by now?

Paring: Ran/Ken, Yoji/Omi

Warnings: AU, Yaoi. OCC, Angst, Slavery.

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

Yeah I know this took a bloody long time too. /sighs in frustration/ And it didn't exactly help that my computer decided to go all pissy on me… /bah/ Oh well here it is at last… um and at least I think this chapter is pretty damn boring. /groans/

Chapter 19. Going Once…

The plan was being kicked into motion and the dangerous part, for Ken, was just about to start. He sat in the back seat of Yoji's car, desperately fighting against his fears. This was his idea, his brilliant attempt to save the only one who mattered to him, only… Only now it was about to become reality and was no longer just a sketch in his head and that was so much scarier.

"Are you okay Ken-kun?" Ken snapped his head up at the hushed question and swallowed with difficulty. He was so far from being okay that there wasn't even words for it. What he wanted and needed was Aya. Aya would've made it better! Ken huffed at himself. If the silent redhead had been there they would have had no reason to go to the place that frightened Ken out of his mind. The slave market. If his plan backfired there nothing and nobody would be able to save him.

"I'm just gonna say, for the record, that I don't like this," Yoji growled as he jerked the jeep between lanes. "How do we even know that…"

"Yotan! Stop it," Omi interrupted his lover and gave him a warning look. "You got the word out, ne?" The tall blonde nodded and lit a cigarette.

"But what if…" Another glare from Omi shut him up, much to Ken's relief.

"He'll be there," the brunette mumbled, his voice betraying his fear. "I got away, he's not gonna let a chance at fixing that pass him by." No one said anything more until Yoji parked in front of a huge warehouse.

"Does everybody know what to do?" Both slaves nodded. Omi reluctantly traded his normal collar for a heavier one and secured a leash to it. Ken was wearing his normal one and fiddled with the short chain hanging from it. "Omi you have to remember to keep your head down, look scared, submissive and stay two steps behind me." The small blonde nodded. "That goes for you too Ken."

I won't have to pretend, Ken thought with a sigh. Years of training, beating and rapes had made sure of that and besides; he was scared shitless. There was also the fact that the slave auctions weren't a place he had ever wanted to see, again. It had been years since he had been there but the memory was still fresh, still caused him a nightmare or two every now and then. They got out of the car and Yoji grumbled as he grabbed the leash and the chain in his hand.

"Yotan, relax," Omi said softly and shifted the uncomfortable collar he was wearing. He wasn't use to the stiff leather or the heavy weight of it.

"Let's go back home and have a drink, that would relax me," the lanky blonde growled, put his shades on and started walking. Ken and Omi trailed behind him, heads lowered to the ground, backs slightly hunched.

//

Omi carefully glanced around while he walked behind his lover. The place gave him the creeps and he could feel Ken trembling beside him. A burly man had told Yoji to take his slave down to the sales floor so that was where they were heading. The noise from the auction itself was horrible and Omi didn't even want to think about the men and women who were being sold like cattle.

"NEXT!" a hard voice suddenly barked and the little blonde almost jumped out of his skin. Yoji stepped forward and handed a sour looking man a piece of paper. "Slave number 188, check!"

"188, check," another voice confirmed and then Ken was being lead away by a stranger.

"Keep him safe," Omi begged with a sigh.

"Let's get out of here," Yoji snarled and shuddered. "This place makes me wanna throw up!" They left and slowly made their way towards the floor where the auction was taking place. When Yoji found a seat he sat down and Omi just barely managed to stop himself from taking a seat of his own and instead kneeled beside his lover, on the dirty floor.

"How long before it's Ken's turn?" he asked quietly and kept his eyes on his knees.

"They split the slaves up in two categories, work slaves and bed slaves. Most slaves fall into the first one while Ken told me to put him in the second one. Most people are here for that. With Ken's looks and history my guess is that he'll be up among the first ones. They like to sell the best ones first, before the buyers get tired and spend too much money."

//

Ken's whole body shook with fright. He wanted to go back home, he wanted to tell Yoji and Omi that he had changed his mind, but they were both gone. Moaning in fear the slave huddled against the wall, praying that they would just forget he was even there. Two men were walking down the line of slaves, picking out the 'good ones'. Ken watched them as they chose a young boy and then a pretty woman before they stopped in front of him.

"188, age?" the first of the men asked the second one and grabbed the brunette's chin to get a better look at him.

"20. Has some scars on his back, perfect health otherwise." Ken's shirt was ripped off and his face pressed against the wall as they checked his back.

"He'll do, get him ready."

"Hai Sir! 188 to the floor!" Second's later the rest of his clothes were taken away and replaced by a loincloth. His numbered was painted on his left hip, just above the mark that branded him a slave and then they marched him away along with about 10 other slaves.

Each slave was lead to a pole, their chain locked to a ring and then they waited. A steady stream of people walked by, stared, commented, poked, prodded and caressed. Ken shivered in the cold air and tried to keep the tears from falling. He had been a slave long enough to know that a crying slave appealed to the cruellest owners. Nothing would thrill them more than to find innocence and weakness that they could torture and destroy, he had learnt that the hard way and it was a lesson he'd never forget.

A low sob caused him to carefully look up. The young boy he had spotted earlier was crying and he would soon draw attention to himself from the buyers. Ken bit his lip and quietly moved closer. This boy couldn't be more than 8 and the brunette doubted that he really was a bed-slave. Since he had been there before he knew how this auctions worked and it was a common thing that owners put their slaves into the wrong category just to get more money.

He was willing to bet that the boy was being sold by his parents and it made him sick to his stomach. Did his mother and father have any idea of what their son was going to go through, what they were setting him up for? They probably didn't even care, Ken's father sure hadn't, all he had cared about was the money.

"127 to the floor!" someone barked and then the boy was dragged away, his deep green eyes widened in fear. Ken was ashamed of it but he was glad he wasn't that kid; again, now he at least knew what was waiting for him.

This was the first bed slave for the day so the crowd roared loudly and the bidding went high. Ken leaned against the pole behind him and tried to breathe slowly. His hands were trembling and so were his knees and his heart felt like it was about to smash through his ribcage.

"188 to the floor!"

//

Yoji stared at the slave they were dragging onto the floor. Hell it wasn't a slave it was a child, a little boy. The auctioneer shouted out some facts like age, height, weight and then the bidding started.

"What kind of asshole sends a kid here?" the tall blonde hissed and grabbed the leash until his knuckles turned white.

"Bid on him." Shocked Yoji turned his head to the right and stared at Omi. He had never seen his lover's eyes so cold and angry before.

"Nani?"

"Bid on him! Now!" Confused Yoji raised his hand as the next bid was called out.

"Exactly what am I doing?" he asked Omi as he followed the bidding.

"Saving a soul," the small blonde spat out and his thin frame shook with anger and disgust. Yoji topped another bid and squeezed his lover's shoulder briefly. Before he knew it the auctioneer brought his club down and he owned his first slave.

"Well fuck me," Yoji mumbled and blinked. "At least there'll be one person who won't learn what being a slave is really about," he added with a small smile.

"Next is 188. 20 years old…"

"That's Ken." Omi nodded and shifted his weight. If they thought the boy had cost a lot of money it was nothing compared to the bids offered for Ken. The auctioneer was about to bring his club down several times but there was always another counter bid just in the nick of time. It seemed like it took forever and Yoji couldn't tear his eyes away from the brunette's frightened face.

"Going once!" The auctioneer's eyes flew around the crowd.

"Going twice!" Except for a low murmur no one said a word and no more hands were raised.

"Sold!" Both Yoji and Omi turned to get a look at the buyer and simultaneously gasped. The man the auctioneer was pointing at wasn't Kase.

"Oh God," Omi whimpered and rose to his feet, drawing stares from the people around them.

"What the fuck do we do now?" The small slave didn't have an answer for that anymore than Yoji himself did.

//

Ken waited nervously for whomever it was who had bought him. He hadn't been able to see who it was from his place on the floor and to be honest he had been, and was, too scared to look up. The boy he had stood beside earlier was picked up and Ken could have sworn it was Yoji who escorted the scared child away but that couldn't be possible, could it?

He didn't have time to think about it though. The chain secured to his collar was handed over to someone new and Ken carefully squinted to see who it was. A bald man glared at him with disgust.

"We meet again Kenken. And just when I thought I had cleaned you up for the last time! Well, move it along slave! Kouichiro-sama is waiting for you." Ken shuddered. So Kase had sent one of his men instead. Same difference. He only hoped that Yoji had enough connections to get that information because he was certain that the tall blonde hadn't recognized the man.

A swift pull almost caused Ken to fall and he hurried to catch up. Now it was up to him and God only knew if he'd succeed or what Kase had in store for him. Please let Aya be safe, the brunette thought as he was pushed into a car, and let me see him just one more time.

~TBC~

Okay so Ken is back with Kase… Now what?

And about the little boy. I just didn't have the heart to let him go to some bastard so yeah Yoji and Omi have become 'parents' of some sort. /frowns a little/ Don't look at me like that *hangs head* I'm working without a muse here! Leave me alone! /pouts/ Ja/Atsureki