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Koya woke to darkness, complete blackness but the sound of moving people around him was what truely roused him from his slumber. Panic set in as the thought he'd been blinded, thought it shouldn't be surprising considering how abusive his master was. The child took in a shaky breath, closing his eyes as it didn't matter that they were even open. He tried to remain calm and soothe his shaky nerves. Suddenly, he heard the sound of something opening, and when he opened his eyes, he was blinded by light. At least he wasn't blind.

He winced when a hand took hold a wad of his hair, pulling him vertically from the box--he assumed--he was in. His features twisted in pain as he was held up by his hair but relaxed his features when he was let down enough to at least kneel, taking the pressure off his scalp. His eyes opened again, glazed over and not really seeing anything. Hell, he could barely hear the man's sales pitch right behind him. "Come one, come all, ladies and gentlemen!" He called, beckoning to the crowd. "Be the first in the world to own such a rare specimine! A white skinned, demon fox! Horns, tail, and all~!" He called, catching the attention of a few passers by.

A few of the women that stopped gasped when they laid eyes on his body, the unmistakable signs of abuse evident. He explained that Koya was unruly and needed to be trained to be safe with whomever bought him. They bought it, but what they didn't know was that Koya had always been docile, afraid of the man that had taken ownership of him from the very beginning. Koya averted his gaze from those that approached, doing his best to look at the ground while his head was pulled back by the hand tangled in his hair. He hoped, prayed, that his new owner would be nothing like this one.

Reed had been near by, why? Well, there were matters he had to attend to, more so that his shipment would be sent on time. Running one of the top companies of the country was hard work at times, but no matter on that now.

Hearing the pitch, he couldn't help but be curious, he enjoyed collecting things, rarer the better, of course, never something living before. He wondered why he even thought of it, but here he was, drawn closer.

He frowned, deeply, and he stepped forward.. "You do know, even for training purposes, abuse brings down the value?" he stated flatly. He might not of actually bought someone living, but he knew all about it. He watched him, and spoke levely, "What are you asking?" he asked smoothly, easily standing a head taller than any in the crowd, many probably recognized him.. It wasn't often the other of one of the top Slave houses was out and about.

The man looked up upon hearing a voice stand out among the crowd. He blinked in surprise to see the owner of the Slave ring and inwardly gulped. He hadn't expected to see him here. "Surely I know that, however, it was self defense, you see. He was quite wild before I broke him." He lied, the information causing a few of the women to exchange worried glances before moving on.

Koya knew no difference as the conversation went on. He just wanted it to end, to feel no more pain and suffering. Crimson eyes lifted to look at the man who approached, the haze in his vision clouding out most of his features, but Koya was sure he was handsome--obviously tall. With a strained exhale, his gaze dropped to the ground once more.

The man smiled when Reed asked for a price. "Well, I was asking twenty, but for you, good sir, how does ten sound? Since you've allowed me to be in business for so long, a friendly discount on the price." He said with a sly grin.

Reed frowned, or rather, more so, as he stepped closer. close enough a hand slowly moved out, fingers gently going under the demons chin, and gently lifting, calculating gaze looking to his face. He glanced up to the man, clamly, "If you've broke him, why are some of these injuries fresh?" he asked bluntly, hand moved, hand gripping the wrist holding the boys hair, Fingers expertly finding the pressure points to make him release, and he twisted the wrist back, his other arm moving as he stepped closer to hold the boy up, not wanting him to fall..

Reed calmly looked up to the man, "With the condition he's in, thanks to you, He wouldn't even be worth 1, but I will offer you 3, as a freindly gesture" he stated, clamly looking up at him. well as calm as he could. Well, okay, he was glaring at the man. He really did not like how he treated this poor child.

Koya did his best to not flinch away when the hand reached out for him and tipped up his chin. Unfocused eyes settled on the man, finding he could better distinguish his featues--though he knew not who the man was. "He.. get a little riley once in a while..?" Then the hand moved and his hair was released, a faint gargle of pain sounding from behind him. He slumped forward, his support gone, however, he was caught by the man bullying the seller unbeknownst to Koya, however.

The man winced as his arm was twisted, his features doing the same. He was in no position to further bargain with Reed and gave into his demands. "Three sounds wonderful.. your gesture.. greatly appreciated." He got out between winces of pain. In all honesty, he was a weak man.

Reed blinked, but eventually released the hand, "pleasure then" he stated, paying the man. He moved, his one hand still free, "Paperwork" was all he stated, eyes watching the man levely.

-ff sake-

Reed moved, once he had the documents, and tucked them into his shirt pocket, on the inside, then he moved gently lifting the boy, sort of bridal style, and he gently pulled him close, holding him protectively. His gaze turned sharply to the man once more, "If I do catch you selling near my business again, I will have you removed from the area" he stated gently, sounding like a kind warning, but in fact a threat. He doubted the man had a permit to sell slaves pet quality or not..

The man let out a sigh of relief when his arm was released, rubbing his wrist with a nod. He said nothing more as he handed over the paperwork. Startling at the threat, he nodded simply and gathered his things as quickly as he could.

Koya's eyes opened some as he was lifted off the ground and held against someone's chest. He tried to blink away the fogginess but his vision only got a little more clear. When he looked up, he was surprised to see the tall, black-haired man holding him. Did he belong to this man now? He let his head rest on the man's chest, too malnourished to have the strength to hold his head up, his hand moving to grip the others shirt weakly.

Reed watched the young one as he went to the carriage, after inside, he gave a short, "Home" and was silent for the ride there.

Once there, he stepped out, it was like a small castle, not quite as large as the ones belonging to the lords of the regions, but it was still a fairly large place.. He went inside, carrying Koya, he spoke to a maid, she nodded, and using her measurer she took the boys measurements for him then went to get some clothes for him.

It was after that, that Reed moved to the baths, and it was there he slowly undressed the boy. Carefully and gently he cleaned him, staying right beside the bath, never going far. He cleaned him completly, and quickly, yes that meant even the poor lads private parts. But it needed done, since he didn't know how well he was bathed by that other man.

Once he was clean, he used a towle to wrap him into, meeting the maid when he turned, and he got the boy dressed in the new clothes. Once that was done, he headed for his room. He wouldn't put the boy in a guest room, they were empty compared to his own.

And saying that, and seeing his room, you could only imagine, as his room only had a; bed, nightstand by the bed, dresser, desk and chair. Then there was his walk-in closet. There was only one painting on the one wall, and it was of Reeds father and mother, with a younger teenaged Reed. But no matter, it was the only thing he bothered to have in his room.

Once he gently laid Koya down he gave a gentle smile, "Rest now" he whispered softly, since he wasn't sure how awake the boy was. "I'll be right here when you wake up" he assured gently, before he pulled the chair over from his desk, and sat beside the bed, staying put, he crossed one thin leg over the other, and he took his book from the beds nightstand.

Reed opened the book to where he left off, and started to read, waiting for Koya to get his rest.

Koya remained conscious the whole ride home and through meeting with the maid and having his measurements taken. However, what really woke him up was the bath, the water warmer than his skin giving him a shock--usually his baths were icy cold that chilled him to the bone. He swatted at the water some, tensing when his was washed much more thoroughly than ever before.

Still a little stunned, he found himself wrapped in a towel, dried, and clothed. He winced a little as a couple bruises were brushed in the clothing process but didn't utter a sound. He didn't know if he was allowed to, after all. Once again, he was picked up and wisked away, this time to a bedroom where his thoughts turned south. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to displace himself, but was surprised to find himself neatly tucked under the covers, the dark-haired man beside him. Sleep? But, he wasn't tired now after having been drenched like a rat. But, he had to try otherwise the man might get angry. Only seconds after closing his eyes, Koya was off to sleep, not realizing how tired he really was.

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He woke up some time later, finding that he hadn't moved at all in his sleep. Must have been a deep one. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he noticed that the haze the world normally held was gone. Crimson eyes looked around the room. Was he alone? When he moved his head, his eyes landed on the man in the chair, sitting rather still as he read his book. Koya tried to stay silent, trying not to disturb him in his reading. However, his stomach had different ideas. He started when the organ gave a grumble, twisting inside of him and making the boy wince a little bit. Already it had probably been two days since he'd last eaten.

Reed lifted his gaze at the 'growl' he looked to the lad, and gave a gentle smile as he shut his book, setting it back down on the side table. He moved a hand slowly, moving the lad's hair from his face, "Lets get you something to eat little one" he stated gently, before he moved, standing. He gently pulled the covers back so he could pick him up, soon heading down the hall.

Reed glanced to him, "My name is Reed.. What's yours?" he asked gently, partly to pass the time on the walk to the kitchen, partly because he wanted to know the boys name. In case the papers had just a name that boy didn't wish to go by.

Although, he asked, he had kept walking, not taking to long to get to the kitchen, and once there, he gave a nod to the chef, who went and gathered some things quickly, things not needing cooked, while the actual meal was cooking. He gently sat at the table, keeping the lad on his lap. Watching him.. "You're not hurting to much are you?" he asked softly. He knew that man had abused him, so he was doing his best to be gentle with him.

Koya looked to the raven-haired man as he stood and pulled the covers away, giving a nod and preparing to scoot off the bed. Though, before he could start, he was scooped up into the others arms and carried off again. He looked up to him when he was asked a name, having to think a moment. "Koya.. my name is Koya." He said softly, glad he was able to remember his name. Not that he was forgetful, but he hadn't been called by it in so long it was almost foreign to him.

He tried to watch the halls as they passed, but instead, they just made him dizzy so he looked away, focusing on his lap as it remained stationary. He'd learn later when he wasn't being carried. He blinked a few times when he was sat in Reed's lap, turning a little to look up at him when he spoke. He shook his head some, answering softly, "No, I'm fine." Really, he just didn't want to cause any trouble.

Reed gave a faint nod, "If anyone ever hurts you again, tell me" he stated softly.. He moved, deciding to grab one of the sweeter things from the tray that had been set on the table for them, he handed young Koya a cookie, "Eat this" he stated softly, yes yes, he probably should of picked one of the healthier things first, but he was more concerned with getting Koya feeling comfortable at the moment, rather than his dietary health >>;

Koya gave a brisk nod. "Okay." He said softly, giving a faint smile. He watched Reed's arm extent to a tray on the table, watching as he picked up the round disk and handed it to him. Koya looked at it for a few moments, not really sure if it was edible having never had a cookie before in his life. But, he trusted Reed as he seemed nice so far. He nibbled on it at first, just to get an initial taste before taking a larger bite, showing no haste in eating it. With half the cookie still in his hand, he looked back to the tray, hesitantly pointing to the small pile of carrots, the bright orange having caught his eye. "What are those ones?" He asked softly, looking up at Reed.

Reed couldn't help but smile softly, and moved the tray closer to the edge, so little Koya could reach as well, and he offered one, "This is called a carrot" he stated gently. not stating they were 'baby carrots' since that was not a dicussion he wanted to get into at the moment... Once Koya took the one he offered, he lifted another and bit into it, eating about half of it at once.. Hmm.. He popped the rest into his mouth, and got the small cup, the dip, "Some people like carrots dipped in this, if you want to try it."

Koya smiled and took the one offered to him. In size comparison, the baby carrot was almost like a regular carrot to the hand of an adult, and when he bit into it, the crunch startled him. It took a few seconds for him to realize it hadn't been his teeth breaking before he started to chew. He jiggled happily like most children do, looking to the cup offered him. He shook his head, the white dressing not looking appealing at all. "No thank you.." He said softly, returning to the carrot in his hand. At least the boy had some manners.