My Savior in Slavery pt8Kisame panted as he stood in the middle of a massacre. One that he'd performed himself. It was his job, his soul duty to carry out any and all of his master's orders, even the gruesome ones. Zetsu was kind when orders were followed and carried out to the best of his servants abilities. If orders were not carried out or someone disobeyed, servants soon found out a much darker side of Zetsu. Kisame shuddered at the thought of his first time disobeying Zetsu. He shook off the thought and strapped his large sword to his back. He needed to find a river to wash off the blood from his body.
No one knew his role in the household of their master. People thought he was simply the head servant, the one dishing out the jobs and that was that. The only servant that had an idea was Itachi, and Kisame was... Unusually okay with that. But Itachi was too curious for his own good. The situation should have been left alone. Itachi shouldn't have been trying to learn about the tattoo on his neck.
My Savior in Slavery 7The castle was in absolute chaos. Servants were running around trying to get tasks done such as cleaning, cooking, decorating, and mush more. Apparently, the Lord Falkrai was coming to visit and he'd be arriving within the next day or so, and the servants were in a panic.
Itachi seemed to be the only one to be calmly going about his tasks. His job was to organize and clean up the library. He'd cleaned up and organized rather quickly so he figured he could research some before supper. He was currently looking through a book about the prominent families in the country. Of course his was one. He couldn't bare to read those papers right now. He wanted to know about the family Kisame belonged to.
He stopped turning pages when he came across a name no one heard in years. Hoshigaki. Itachi sat on the floor and began to read.
/The Hoshigakis are a family that lived in the province of Kirigakure and were well known fishers and merchants. The family was also known for their ferocity in combat, n
My Savior in Slavery pt 6Hidan sat in his room feeling rather lonely. Kakuzu was in the basement most days doing whatever was required of him as a doctor. Hidan looked over at Kakuzu's bed in the corner of his room. It was neatly made without so much as a wrinkle in the covers. The albino huffed and moved to lay on his servant's bed. It wasn't fair. He owned Kakuzu, not his dad! His father had no right to force Kakuzu into working as a doctor. Of course... Kakuzu seemed alright with it. It seemed he did most of his doctoring as a surgeon.
It wasn't fair though! Kakuzu belonged to him! Kakuzu was there to keep him company and to talk to him! Hidan screamed into Kakuzu's pillow, angry tears rolling down his face. He wanted Kakuzu ot be his and his alone! No one else could have him! Hidan rolled over, accidentally falling off the bed... And knocking a knife off the nightstand. Hidan gasped as the large blade landed in his chest. His vision went blurry, his hearing became muffled... The most he could actually hear
My Savior in Slavery pt5Month four...
Itachi had been working for four months in this castle and he found himself surprised at how simple the work was, considering there wasn't a lot of servants. In fact, there was only about fifteen of them. There was Itachi, his new found friend Deidara, Deidara's friend Sasori, a girl named Konan, who for some reason stole paper, and eleven other nameless servants.
Itachi wanted to count Kisame as a servant, but the man never seemed to have to do much of anything. No one even knew what the man did outside telling them their jobs.
Itachi adjusted the silver tray in his hands and knocked on Zetu's office door with his foot. "My lord, I've brought you your lunch." The door opened and Itachi went to set the food on Zetsu's desk. "As I was saying," Zetsu said, closing the door and turning to the other person in the room. "I have no idea where your son is, Lord Mako." Itachi looked up and got nervous. The person Zetsu was talking to was a man who looked to be an older version of
My Savior in Slavery pt4The heat of the day was boiling. The son of lord Falkrai, an albino boy named Hidan, sat outside watching his father while his servant and bodyguard held an umbrella over his head. Being albino, being outside was hard for him, seeing as he got sun burned so easy. But, his father wanted him to learn how to manage business so, the poor albino was forced outside to watch his father talk to boring old men. He looked up at his servant, a man named Kakuzu. The only reason he'd wanted to purchase Kakuzu was because of how the older male looked. Hidan was thin and pale, unable to get scars for some reason and he was talkative. Kakuzu, however, was everything Hidan wasn't. Kakuzu was quiet, spoke only when he felt he had to, was muscular and had scars all over. His skin and hair were coffee colored compared to Hidan's skin and hair, which made him resemble some sort of of white cake with white icing.
Well, the analogy suited, he guessed. Coffee was bitter much like Kakuzu, while cake was sweet
My Savior in Slavery pt3Day one...
Itachi was woken up at about four in the morning along with everyone else. Thankfully, it wasn't Kisame that woke him. It was a man in an orange mask, dressed rather nicely, with dark brown hair that was incredibly messy. "Hello!" the man chirped in a cheerful voice. "It's wake up time, new one!" Itachi sat up and rubbed his eyes, curious as to who this man was. Before he could even ask, his question was answered for him. "I'm Obito Uchiha. But most call me Tobi." Uchiha?! ITachi stood up and stared at the man called Tobi. "Uchiha?" he questioned excitedly. Tobi nodded and tilted his head. "You're one too then?" Itachi nodded eagerly, hoping this could be his way out of here. Tobi sighed and looked at Itachi sadly, not that anyone could see that. "I'd help you, I know that's what you want, but let's just say I'm not exactly on living terms with our family." Living terms? What the hell did that mean?
Suddenly, Kisame walked into the room scaring very nearly everyone. Tobi see
My Savior in Slavery pt2Saying his new home was a mansion was selling this building short. It was more like a grand castle! Clearly this Zetsu figure was quite wealthy, not even Itachi's father had a home as grand as this. Either he was in the same province of Konohagakuru and this man was hiding his wealth, or he was no longer in his province at all. "Kisame... TAKE THE NEW MEAT INTO THE SERVANTS QUARTERS. Clean him up, please. Oh and do give him the rules. WE CAN'T AFFORD TO HAVE HIM FUCKING UP." Kisame nodded and told Itachi to stay put for just a moment. Before he could ask why, Itachi heard chains. He looked up and saw that the doors were at least 20 feet tall! How in the world could-? The he heard Kisame grunt with strain. He was pulling two thick chains on the door to pull it open.
Zetsu leaned over to Itachi, his white half smiling with a apologetic grin. "We used to have a mechanism that opened the door, but it broke." he explained. "and anytime we tried to repair it, it would hold the doors weight.
My Savior in SlaveryThis wasn't the first time he'd woken up in a strange place. It actually happened a lot. But this time was different. But let's back up a little...
Itachi Uchiha was the son of the wealthiest man in their province, making his father a target for robbery, kidnappings, and assassination attempts. Itachi was one of the most attractive people in his clan... So, the combination of beauty and his father's wealth usually lead to him getting kidnapped. Which could explain his current predicament. But again, this time was different.
Normally, he's be tied up, still in his clothes and his hair in place. He'd normally be in a room with several guards... But this time... His clothes were gone, leaving him naked, his hair was loose and slightly tangled and he was in a room with several other people, seeming to be in the same situation as him. Voices could be heard beyond the thin walls of the room, loud voices. The voices belonged to men and women, but mostly men. Itachi tried to move his hands but
Kisame x GaiCuts and bruises. Scrapes and gashes. Kisame laughed as Gai tried to kick him. It was fun, fighting someone who could match you in strength. Kisame's face softened slightly each time he considered this fact about Gai.
Kisame had always wanted to find someone who he could fight as an equal that he could be in a romantic relationship with. Sure, Itachi was an option, but Itachi wanted nothing more in life than to die. To die at the hands of his younger brother Sasuke. Besides, he and Kisame already had a good relationship going, why ruin that with romance? They were friends, best friends even. Why ruin that friendship by introducing feelings that likely neither had? Plus, Itachi was small in stature. Short compared to Kisame. Every time Kisame touched Itachi, he was afraid he'd break the smaller man, even though he knew he wouldn't.
And Itachi was also sick. Sick from the Mangekyo, sick from his stress and depression and guilt. He was sick from all the held back emotion.
Then there was G