Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ A Slave's Confusion ( Chapter 3 )

Love On A Leash

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers: This is getting real old. /sighs/ They aren't mine I'm just using them to satisfy my twisted imagination.

Paring: Implying Ran/Ken

Warnings: AU, Mild Shounen-ai. OCC, Angst, Slavery.

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

Chapter 3. A Slave's Confusion

With each day that went by Ken grew more and more confused. His new owner took care of him, fed him, dressed his wounds even fussed over him and he had allowed him to remain in the redhead's own bed. The brunette just didn't understand. He was a slave, not by choice of course but that was the lot in life he had been given, so his owner shouldn't treat him like that.

Carefully he squinted at his owner and frowned slightly. Of all the people who had owned him the past 8 years no one had been as beautiful as the silent redhead. He had demanded that Ken called him by his first name, Aya, which was even more confusing. Normally he'd either call his owner Master or nothing at all since most of them didn't want him to speak.

Aya had taken his collar away and said that he would get a new one since the buckle was cutting into the sensitive skin on Ken's neck. The brunette had wanted to object but he had learnt the hard way that talking back to his owner only lead to pain and suffering. It was against the law for a slave not to wear a collar and the tag attached to it.

The rules of keeping slaves were much the same as the ones concerning dogs. They had to wear a collar with its owner's name and the slave's ID-number on it. An owner had to pay a license and be registered as its owner. There were differences though, you weren't allowed to beat a dog, or mistreat it but there were no such laws when it came to slaves.

Ken pulled his eyes away from Aya and closed them. He was afraid of the redhead, not in the way he had feared his other owners but just the same afraid. Aya made him unsure. There didn't seem to be any rules, at least none that he could make out which meant that he had no way of knowing when he did something wrong. His new owner was dangerous simply because he acted all wrong. The brunette sighed to himself. He was cold and thirsty but he would have to wait until Aya noticed that and took pity on him. Shivering he tried to go back to sleep.

//

Ran muttered to himself as he put down the phone. His uncle was such a pigheaded old fart it made his blood boil. If his parents and sister just hadn't died. Exhausted the redhead turned around and set his amethyst gaze on his slave. He would never admit it to anyone but he actually liked taking care of Ken. It felt pretty good to have someone to care about again. Ran huffed at himself and the line of thinking he was following.

He walked a little closer and frowned when he saw how the brunette was trembling. Carefully he studied the slave's face and the frown deepened. Ken's lips were turning blue.

"You're freezing," he stated flatly and grabbed a blanket from a chair near the bed. "Why didn't you say something?" Brown eyes opened slightly but avoided meeting his. "Ken? Is there anything else you're not telling me?" The brunette swallowed and squirmed slightly. "Ken!" His voice made the slave flinch. It was like that every time. As soon as his voice grew a little hard, cold or angry Ken would act like he was about to receive a punch. The redhead rubbed his temples and tried again. "Ken, if there's something you need or want you have to let me know." The brunette opened his mouth and closed it a few times.

"Water?" he asked with pleading. Ran nodded, poured a glass and gently placed it in Ken's hands. He watched as the water was gulped down and then took the glass back.

"More?" The brunette shook his head. For a while he just looked at the slave. "Why didn't you call for me?" Ran suddenly asked. Ken glanced at him with confusion. "When that man was… hurting you… why didn't you call for me? I wouldn't have let him hurt you." He just had to ask because he couldn't understand why Ken hadn't asked for help.

"You… you…" the brunette stuttered with hesitation. "You gave him permission." Ran stared in disbelief. When the hell had he given that doctor permission to rape Ken? He pondered for a while until he remembered what he had said. 'I don't care what you do with him as long as you examine him!' The redhead growled at his own words. How could he have been so damn stupid?! Of course that twisted bastard had taken it as an invitation and the brunette thought he didn't care. Angry with himself Ran forced Ken to meet his eyes.

"Listen! If anyone ever so much as lays a hand on you again you tell me! I don't care if you have to scream my name from the top of your lungs! No one and I mean NO ONE is allowed to touch you unless I clearly state otherwise, is that understood?!" Brown eyes stared at him with fear but the slave nodded. The redhead calmed himself down, he was scaring Ken again.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you Ken. You've probably heard that many times before but I really mean it. I'm not sure what your former owners have been forcing you to do but it's not what you'll be doing for me." Ken was still staring at him but now his eyes shone with confusion.

//

The silent redhead didn't want him in his bed? He wasn't going to rape him, hit him or let others use him? Ken sighed to himself. Who was this strange man? A part of him was even slightly disappointed at the redhead's statement. Not about the part that he was safe from being raped and abused of course but the one that he wasn't going to be allowed to stay in his owner's bed. He was still scared of Aya but he wanted to sleep in those arms that so gently carried him to the bathroom and held him up while he showered.

Being a slave meant that he had no security, no rights and no one who took care of him, but Ken wanted and needed that so badly. It was something he couldn't ask for though. As soon as he was well enough Aya would put him back where he belonged, somewhere beneath a pet and slightly above a cockroach. No matter how kind that man could seem to be Ken was still a slave and as such he could never move up to be someone who was loved and cared for.

Life wasn't fair, if it had been then the brunette's father would never have sold him, stripped him of everything that made him worthy of being called a human. His first owner had taught him what was allowed and what wasn't, how he was suppose to act and obey every order given to him. Luckily enough for Ken he had been a very thin and gangly boy so no one had been interested in his body, but that luck last.

When he hit puberty his body had changed. Hard work built up his muscles, his face lost its childlike features and then he was doomed. By then he had been sold twice and his third owner had been the first one to take him, use him, abuse him, rape him. The brunette shuddered from the memories of the pain. He had screamed, cried, begged and pleaded but no one had listened to him.

After having received beatings every single time he expressed his pain Ken had learnt to keep as quiet as possible no matter how much he hurt and suffered. So he cried in silence while unknown or known men tore him apart from the inside out, hit him, cut him and burnt him. Usually the wounds were shallow since scars made him worth less money but he did have a few marks on his body to bare witness to how cruel life had treated him.

The only thing that said anything about him being the cheerful 11 year old who had been sold by his father was his brown hair and eyes. But those eyes didn't shine with playfulness and laughter anymore; that had been replaced with fear, sadness and submission.

//

It took almost a month for Ken to recover and then Aya allowed him to get up. He still didn't ask the slave to do anything and he continued to keep the brunette in bed most of the time. It was a Saturday when Ken was given his first order to do something that was work.

Obediently the slave sat by a large desk and arranged files in alphabetical order. The brunette was confused, this was not something he normally did but he wasn't about to complain. He finished quickly and then returned to the redhead's bedroom where he sunk down on his knees to await his next order. His stomach grumbled since he hadn't eaten all day but he remained kneeling without moving a muscle. Aya walked into the bedroom almost an hour later.

"You done?" Ken lowered his head.

"Yes, Aya-sama," he answered respectfully and flinched when his stomach again reminded him about his hunger. So far the redhead hadn't punished him but now he was surely going to get beaten.

"Why haven't you eaten?" Ken licked his lips and darted his eyes back and forth. "Listen, if you're hungry then eat." The brunette didn't know what to say, he wasn't supposed to eat unless given food. "Ken, do you use the bathroom when you need to?" He winced in fear because he had taken for granted that he was allowed to do that.

"Yes Master." He was so going to get it now.

"Aya! My name is Aya not Master! And I am thankful that you at least go to the toilet when you need to," his owner sighed. "Now, go to the kitchen and eat something."

Obediently Ken rose and backed out of the room heading for the small kitchen. Shaking he picked up an apple and started eating. When his owner joined him he immediately sunk down on his knees.

"Would you stop doing that!?" Aya snapped with irritation. Ken hugged the half eaten apple in his hand and cowered. "Ken, please stand up." He got up but kept his head lowered. The redhead walked up to him, standing so close that the slave could hear him breathe. "Look at me." Ken reluctantly raised his head. He wasn't supposed to look at his owner. "Ken, look at me." It was said softly and when he tried to lower his eyes again a warm hand cupped his chin.

//

Ran gently touched the brunette's chin. He was so warm and soft but he was trembling. Why was Ken so afraid of him? The redhead sighed but he couldn't convince himself to remove his hand. He wanted to touch Ken, feel that warm body. Annoyed about his lust he finally managed to convince himself to let his hand fall.

"I've put some clothes on the bed, put them on we have to go and do some shopping. My clothes don't fit you." Ken lowered his face again.

"Yes Aya-sama." The redhead winced. He hated being called that, it sounded like he was some sort of God or something.

"Well, go on then." The slave left the room quickly still hugging his apple.

Aya scowled at himself and sat down on a chair. He was attracted to the brunette and that was something he would have to fight against. The problem wasn't that Ken was a man, genders had never meant anything to the redhead, but Ken was a slave and judging from what Yoji had said he was used to being forced to do just about anything. Aya felt no shame for lusting after the brunette but he knew that if he allowed it to be seen what he wanted Ken would most likely submit to it.

He didn't want that, he didn't want to be satisfied because that was what the slightly shorter man was supposed to do. No, if anything was going to happen between them it would be because they both wanted it. The redhead cursed to himself. That would never happen because his slave was scared half to death of him.

//

Ken quickly put on the clothes his owner had put out for him while he chewed his lip. When Aya had touched him in the kitchen he had been looking straight in those amethyst eyes. There had been desire, hunger in them so why hadn't the redhead taken him? He just didn't understand. That was what he was there for, wasn't it? Sure, Aya had said that he wouldn't be doing those things but those promises never lasted very long.

He was a bed-slave and he had been one for 5 years so he was well aware of what he was suppose to do. Shut up and put up, was pretty much his job but his owner hadn't given an order for him to strip. What does he want from me? Ken asked himself. Why doesn't he just… take me like all the others? Confused and tired he sank down on his knees to wait for the redhead's orders.

~TBC~

Poor Ken all confused and scared. Aya better treat him nice /glares at the redhead/ Now tell me what you think about this, ne? Ja/Atsureki