Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ai No Corrida (Empire of the Senses) ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Ai No Corrida (Empire of the Senses)

Author: purkle dragon goddess

Rating: NC-17

Original Characters: You are kidding right? Okay a few secondary people who have to be there but no one important.

Type: yaoi

Status: Multi-part

Spoilers: Yeah right, don't think so.

Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh, the movie this is more or less based on, the computer I'm using to write this, or just about anything else really

Summary: A young slave is seduced by his new master, but what happens when the slave turns the tables on the master?

This is based on a 1976 Japanese film by the same name; okay so I actually took a few liberties with the story...but the movie was based on a true happening from the 1930's. A young servant girl was found walking the streets of Tokyo in the nude, dazed and confused.

The man walked down the row looking over the pathetic beings brought before him. Nothing today caught his eye, some days were like that, but one day he knew he'd find just the one he was looking for. The ones here today all radiated the proper fear, the need to disappear into the wall under his gaze, the also needed a bath, disinfectant; most were too for gone with disease and neglect to be of any use to him.

Something caught his eye, a flash of golden blond hair among the dirty, tainted souls. Nothing else was visible now; he had to see the body that went with the hair. "Just maybe this wasn't a complete waste of my time."

He pointed at the slave asking the seller to bring it out for a better view. The body was impressive, even in these retched settings, a dark tint remained highlighting the light hair even more. 'Couldn't have been caught too long ago,' as the shape was still well formed, muscles still showing through the usual rags given to the barely cover the slaves until purchased.

The slaves head was down as proper, never allowed to look up unless given permission. He walked over to the slave, brushing the hair away from its face. "Look at me," he commanded. A pair of violet eyes came up to meet his. He felt himself being pulled into them; he broke off the contact slapping the slave.

"Strip. If I am to buy you I want to see what I'm getting."

Eyes cast down again, watched as two hands came to strip the rags away. The simple wrap came off, falling to the floor, leaving the slave to stand under the intense gaze of the buyer.

The rags had hidden the finest asset of all, the absolute perfect body, sculpted by the hand of God. Smooth and tanned all over, not a single flaw marred it. The slight body, muscles etched as in stone from chest to leg. Moreover, between those legs, an even more wondrous sight. Somehow, this one had not suffered the same fate as most, had somehow had been lucky enough to miss the barbarous operation that was standard for slaves.

He had to have this one, it really didn't matter how much it was going to cost him. Even before seeing the nude form, he knew he was buying it. After haggling with the trader for the slave and insisting on taking it with him, instead of having it sent to him, they went home. The slave, covered once again, walked next to his cart. It kept weighting on his mind. It intrigued him, how this one came to be here, it made his body respond in the most wonderful ways knowing that soon he would be able to do whatever he want to with it.

They arrived at the mansion owned by the man. He led the new slave in, turning it over to one of the others with orders for a bath and clothing. As one of the slaves took the new one to the bathes, another came to his master, "Do you want him prepared for you?"

An idea had come to him earlier, this one was special and would be won instead of taken. Maybe God had answered his prayers with this time. He turned, cutting his eyes at the slave who had spoken. A hand came up, knocking the slave down, "Do not attempt to anticipate me. I'll tell you what I want and when." The slave crawled to his knees begging his master for forgiveness.

"I will forgive you...after you come to my room." The tone left no room for doubt what the poor boy was in for in the minds of the others who overheard. As the master turned walking up the stairs, two others dragged the slave behind him, making sure he arrived.

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The slave who led the new one to the baths was quiet on the way. The violet-eyed boy attempted a glance over the one with him. Tall and thin, the dark haired boy was obviously afraid of his own shadow in this place. He tried to speak to the boy, frightened himself of the silence. "What's your name?"

The boy stopped momentarily, "It's not safe here, wait until we're at the bath."

A thousand questions ran through his mind. Ever since his village had been attack, he had been in captivity. He missed his family, and friends; didn't even know where he was now.

When they arrived at the bath, the blue-eyed boy spoke with him, "My name is Seto, but names don't matter here, whatever he calls you is your name. If you follow orders you're safe...if not, well you don't want to know." He could see the fear in the young boy's face as he undressed preparing to enter the water.

A gasp escaped Seto's mouth, "No wonder he bought you. What's your name?"

"Marik. Why do you say that?" The boy was confused, but ever since his capture that seemed to be his normal state of mind.

"How did the butchers miss you? I have never seen a male slave left intact." Seto was trying hard not to stare at the boy, knowing how uncomfortable it must be. However, the child was still fully formed.

Marik's face paled realizing what Seto was talking about. He thought back to his captivity by the slavers...there had only been one other male left alive, his best friend. Not long after their capture, the slavers took Ryou away. That night there was a horrible scream heard through out the camp, he never saw his friend again. He had fallen to the butchers it seemed and had not survived. Marik had overheard the slavers mention how they had lost a lot of money that night and they weren't risking him also. He had never known what they meant until then.

He told the blue-eyed boy this, shaking with the memory even thought he was sitting in the warm water of the bathes. "Thank your god you missed that experience, "he was told, "it's not pleasant and death is a welcomed friend."

After he had bathed and dressed in clean clothing, Seto walked Marik back to the main house, leaving him in the room one of the other slaves had prepared for him.