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The Shadow Fox	By : Erzulie Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*note - This is not my best chapter ever. The tenses change a lot. I had a lot of complaints about the style it was written in. And I didn't edit it to the best of my ability. Sorry it sucks......*

Part Three
- Auctioning the Fox -

The streets were crowded as usual for that time of the day. Die walked by himself among the booths set up to form the makeshift market of the area, browsing over what each street vendor had on display. The usual fare of fruit, bread, red meat, poultry, fish, jewels, clothing and ‘rare’ items – each to a separate booth, or if the vendor was truly adventurous, there would be a mix of two or three things. All around him, he could hear and see customers haggling prices with the vendors – trying to make the deals worth their while . . . and easy enough on their purse. As he turned the corner, he came across a familiar figure in a long, flowing, blue and black gown. He smiled at the familiar face, receiving a nod in return as the tall, graceful figure waved a fan slowly and easily before a beautifully painted face.

“Toshiya.” Die stated, still smiling as he moved up to the tall figure, whom was still waving the cooling fan slowly. The day was hot, most people looked like they were melting – Die included . . . but not Toshiya. He looked cool and comfortable, the smirking lips finding everyone else’s discomfort clearly amusing.

“Die.” Toshiya purred in his soft voice, snapping his fan closed, as he seemed to glide across the Cobblestone Street to close the distance between himself and the redhead. Three small young women followed Toshiya as he moved. One held the train of his dress so it would not brush the dirty road, another carried a large feathered fan, and the last carried a half-full basket of fruits and breads.

“Shopping, I see?” The red head nodded towards the basket in the last slave girl’s hands. Toshiya shrugged lightly, the getting of supplies always like a chore to him. . . though his slaves did most of the work even then. Right down to picking out the best selections of what was needed. All Toshiya need do was open his purse to purchase said selections.

“I just came from Mana-sama’s compound, and decided to bring the girls with me for afterwards, since I was going to be out.” Toshiya finally commented, smirking lightly at the expression on Die’s face at the mention of his master’s most public secret nemesis. He turns slightly to pluck an apple from the girl’s basket. “After all, the third day of the week always yields the best produce. Everyone is so much more serious about what they sell for some odd reason.”

“What business did you have at Mana’s compound?” Came the question Toshiya was hoping for. The beauty smiled and took a little bite of the apple, his eyes locked on the redhead before him. He knew the answer was half-obvious already. Toshiya was allowed into every compound due to the services he could render. He was the area’s chief stylist, as well as the ‘Mistress’ of the highest priced brothel in the nation. Due to these things, he was an expert in the selling and purchasing of sex slaves – he was also the one who got the slave ready to meet his or her purchaser. He had been called to Mana’s to put a price on a young man that the mentioned Lord had recently acquired, as well as to help dress him for the auction later that day. Which would mostly be taking place . . . right that moment. “Toshiya?”

“Just looking at that boy he has. Very pretty thing, if a bit wild and hostile.” The beauty stated after swallowing what he’d chewed of the apple. “Mana-sama wanted me to price him, of course . . . that’s all.” The expression on Die’s face made Toshiya’s eyebrow twitch up lightly with curiosity. So, the little whisper he’d heard was true – it must have been Kaoru who had interest in Mana’s newest acquisition. But then, who didn’t? He’d been seen in Mana’s gardens twice with Leiko – the resemblance between the woman and the youth rather uncanny, so it was no surprise to anyone to find out that they were related. Of course, only Toshiya and a few others knew who the boy was or why he was there – and of course, with the proper price, Toshiya had relayed this information to Die. At first he’d began to wonder if it were the redhead who had interest in the pretty blonde youth – but he’d been foolish to think that. Die was a servant. There was no way he could afford flesh like that. Besides, Toshiya knew who had Die’s sexual interest. Everyone did. He preened lightly without noticing what he was doing. Yes, everyone knew about that. As a whore, Die’s status didn’t matter to Toshiya. “He’s planning to sell the youth at an auction this afternoon. I’m sure Kaoru-sama got the invitation?”

“ . . .” Die was clearly searching his memory for the sight of an invitation being delivered to his Lord. Yes, and it had been thrown away – like everything else which came from Mana’s compound to call Kaoru to his presence. Die knew his master would kick himself mentally for this one. “When is the auction? What time exactly?” Die had this urgent look in his eyes suddenly, and his hands were on Toshiya’s shoulders, pulling him close. To anyone passing on the street, it looked like an aggressive move into a lover’s embrace. So risqué for that time of day!

“Right. Now.” Toshiya purred - the little smirk on his lips growing more and more by the second. He couldn’t help himself. When it came to other people’s quarrels, he was such an instigator and a spectator – his amusement in the situation was not out of spite for his lover. If he and Die could truly be called lovers?

Toshiya doubted it. After all, his profession was what it was. And though Die was a darling . . . he also had many other customers. He believed Die understood this. But, as he’s being pushed away, the hurt look in the redhead’s eyes told him perhaps he should think better for a moment.

“I’m glad my travails amuse you.” Die hissed, before turning away. Toshiya looked stunned for a moment, then he began to follow the departing redhead with quick steps, his slaves scrambling to catch up with him.

“Your travails?” Toshiya yelled. That brought the redhead swinging around on him, making the beauty skid to a halt. His slaves all but fell over themselves behind him, and he turned on them all, swatting at them in anger before he faced Die once more amidst the girls’ cries of pain. “This is not your problem, love. Kaoru is the one obsessed with him, is he not? Or do you share in this madness for small, blonde and wild?” The teasing smile was covering hurt of Toshiya’s own, though he dare not admit to even himself.

“I hate that his obsession is this boy!” Die growled, moving up to push Toshiya back a little bit. He turned then and continued on his walk, leaving his ‘lover’ on the street – not caring that people were watching his departure. He had to get to Kaoru and tell him about the auction before it was too late. He damned himself for his loyalty. He really did.

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Kyo took a deep breath as he felt the eyes of several lords move over the plains of his nude body slowly. He had to restrain himself from growling as a brave one walked over to send a warm, strong hand over his toned abdomen. The keeper holding his collar tightened his grip some as the man’s hand slid lower, Kyo’s body tensing – the blonde youth ready to break free and strike the lord touching him. Of course, his keeper would sense this. The man had known him for most of his life. Yu~Ki would go with him wherever he went now, his servant. But now, Kyo had to play the subservient slave to the orange haired man’s strong hold.

“He’s enchanting. And his musculature is just breathtaking.” The man touching Kyo’s stomach said in a low, full voice. He takes his hand away from the youth’s belly and turns his face to Mana, who is sitting not too far away. Leiko is at his arm, pouring him a bit of wine into a goblet he’s holding. She does not let her eyes come to rest on her little brother. “I will pay double the price asked for. As long as you assure me he is indeed a virgin.”

“Yoshiki, you dog, I haven’t even had a good look at the boy yet!” Came a jovial laugh from another Lord at the ‘auction’. The tall, handsome man sent his eyes to the speaker, looking over his rival slowly.

“Gackt, you won’t be getting him.” Yoshiki stated, calmly but seriously.

“You can’t say that. This is an auction.” Another low, soft voice stated from the table. Yoshiki turned his eyes to another man who was swathed in black. His hair was bright vermilion, shaved on the sides to reveal his scalp – the thick strands of his remaining hair in long braids beginning at the middle of his head (like a Mohawk), flipped over the side of his face to hide one painted black eye. “Besides, Kaoru-san has not arrived yet.”

“Kaoru-san will not be joining us, I assure you, Kozi-san. This is, after all, an auction in Mana-san’s compound, is it not?” Gackt laughed once more, nodding his head and raising his glass in their host’s direction. “No offense, of course, Mana-san!”

“None taken.” Came the light reply from the cold man.

“It is his loss then.” Kozi’s darkly painted, mismatched eyes then train on the youth and he licks his own lips slowly, favoring the nude boy’s form. “Now, Yoshiki-san . . . Gackt-san is correct. None of the rest of us have been permitted a good look at the youth. Stand aside . . . “ The white specter raises slowly and moves across the room to the boy in a rustle of silk and lace, his corset helping to keep his posture perfect. He reaches out once Yoshiki has, smirking, stepped back, and he takes the blonde youth’s chin into his hand, raising his face up so that he could see him better. “He is very lovely. Toshiya painted him, I assume?” He was of course remarking on the eye-kohl Kyo wore - as well as the lipstick and the white makeup, which hid most of the youth’s face’s true skintone. A line of bare skin was left to tease the onlookers. Kozi looks over at Mana slowly, caressing the chin he held gently. His mind was running wildly with ideas he could perform with this boy squirming heatedly beneath him.

“Who else?” Mana’s voice slides out into the air. He takes a sip of his whine. “Though Yu~Ki, my dear boy there’s keeper, is very skilled at makeup as well. He’s from Leiko-chan’s household. It seems that he has known his charge all of the youth’s life.”

“Then his keeper shall benefit his charge, and whoever takes the youth from this compound.” Kozi bows his head lightly to Yu~Ki, who just looks on blankly, not knowing how to respond from an honor from a Lord. Mana was not one to give them out. Kozi then turns his mismatched gaze down at the youth’s face once more, studying the painted black lips. He reaches with his free hand to trace them ever so lightly, careful not to smear the beautiful paint on the youth’s visage. “He’s been pierced, I see.”

“It’s traditional.” Leiko stated lightly. “When he came of age, he was pierced in several places on his face. They are marks of honor among our people.” She goes silent then, Mana’s hand waving a small gesture in the air to silence her from speaking further. Kozi’s eyes had moved to her as she spoke. He merely nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the youth again.

“Did he scream when he was pierced, Leiko-chan?” His fingers brush lightly down Kyo’s chin to his neck, trailing slowly down the pale throat as he regarded the youth held against his holder’s leg like a dog on show. His eyes once more cast over towards the boy’s older sister, watching as she shakes her head slowly. He feels the youth squirm lightly, and his attention goes back to the blonde boy whom he was touching. He smiles lightly down at the youth, studying the pretty face and the blazing eyes with interest. “Then, that increases his value in my eyes.”

“What is your bid, Kozi-san?” Mana asks lightly, his eyebrow hitching lightly as he watches the vermilion haired lord pet and caress the hostage.

“I will triple the price asked for. As well as pay the price for his weaponry. If I get him . . . I want everything he should come with.” Kozi nods after he speaks, once. His mismatched eyes are still trained on the blonde, who is looking up at him defiantly beneath his submissive posturing. A slow, small smile spreads Kozi’s painted black lips. He was sure he was the only one in the room who saw what he did in the youth. Surely, he had to be. If Mana had, he would have said something about it by now.

“But that’s so dangerous!” Gackt exclaimed, standing from his place and coming near to Kozi and the youth. “He’s a trained killer, Kozi-san… A shadow fox to shame most of our area’s combined strength! He could kill you.”

“Is that worry, Gackt-san?” Kozi’s little smirk turns to the one who had just spoken, and he studies the handsome man slowly, his yellow and red eyes glittering with slight humor. “Truly, I am flattered…” He all but purrs, then he allows his fingers to feather over Kyo’s collar bone. “But, this boy will not kill me. In fact, if he tries, I will break him.”

“That’s what you’re after.” Yoshiki states darkly. His gaze then goes to Mana. “Didn’t you say the youth was to suffer humiliation, not death?”

“He won’t die at my hands. That would take all the fun from it . . . “ Kozi states, then cupping Kyo’s chin firmly, making the youth tilt his face up to him fully. He can see the fury in those piercing eyes, and it serves to amuse and arouse him. “Wouldn’t it, kitten?”

“Regardless of the intent, Kozi-san, he is not to have his weapons. They were forbidden to him, were they not, Mana-san?” There was Gackt again, clearly not liking the idea of such an attractive young man going over to Kozi’s darker enjoyments.

“In my compound, they are forbidden to him.” Mana smirks lightly, nodding once towards the vermilion haired man. He was enjoying Kozi’s intentions for the boy. Surely, being broken under such a seasoned sadist would bring humiliation into the boy’s proud heart. “I see no reason why they should not be handed over to Kozi-san if he is to purchase young Kyo there. After all, it would be a shame to throw away such fine weapons – or to let such talent as he carries be forgotten.”

“As long as it does not come back to you, that is.” Yoshiki smirks lightly, bowing his head towards Mana in all polite humor.

“I’m sure Kozi-san can keep such a violent creature under control.” Mana states, pleasantly enough for his usual tone and demeanor. “And if he manages to tame him, all the better still.” The cold master of the compound can feel the youth’s sister’s humiliation for her brother. He reaches out and touches her arm lightly, reminding her that she was lucky the boy wasn’t dead. “Knowing as we do the talents of those broken under Kozi-san, Kyo being a performing pet would be most enchanting. I would welcome him into my compound once more if he were so tamed. And he would be welcome to pleasure me if this happens.” The pale, cold eyes could see the boy’s face blanche as the meaning of the polite words crossed his mind, and Mana feels a cold smile cross over his lips.

“I would not allow him to be one who performs, Mana-san. I would be too selfish with such a pretty thing at my disposal. Besides, in breaking him, I wish not to rob him of his spirit. He will be tamed to me, and me alone. . . to hell with everyone else. ” Kozi’s words rip the smug smile right from Mana’s lips, and the master of the compound looks at him harshly for a moment.

“Are there any other offers?” Mana’s voice is considerably lower and much more peevish suddenly. His eyes flicker over the others almost hopefully, no longer wanting Kozi to have the youth for some odd reason. Yoshiki simply shrugs, denying further interest. After all, he had his newly required male bride to please him. Gackt shakes his head while claiming that the offer for the weapons would not stand if he took the youth, and as those weapons were costly – it was obvious whose offer was better. Mana has to keep himself from letting out a small growl of annoyance, and he waves his hand towards Kozi. “He is yours then, Kozi-san, at the mentioned tripled price and the price of his armory. He will also come with household items, a miniscule wardrobe, as well as Yu~Ki, who is his keeper, and several other servants to make him ‘comfortable’ in your harem quarters.”

“You do me great honor in accepting my offer for this beautiful prize, Mana-san. I will send the arranged price to you as soon as I have all the necessary materials gathered. In regards to this price being met, I will expect him to be delivered immediately after the payment has come into your treasury – as is tradition.” Kozi takes his hand from the boy, and then he bows lightly towards where Mana is seated, barely moving his head against the starched black lace ruff-collar he wears. Half honoring, half-mocking, his bow. Mana glares at him further, but can say nothing now that the deal was finished. The others make their bows, and everyone begins to depart. As they shuffle and move about, speaking to each other in low voices and giving their good days and other such parting remarks, another familiar figure walks into the grandly decorated room. He looks quite out of breath, and very flustered. Kozi is the first to see him, and he smiles almost cruelly at the newcomer. Mana notices the new arrival second, and his voice cuts off the opening remarks of the man with the vermilion braids.

“Ah . . . Kaoru-san. It’s a strange honor to have you grace us with your presence in my home.” Mana is standing then, making his way towards his last guest with all the cold grace of his stature. Kaoru makes a quick bow, the hope that he wasn’t too late very clear in his eyes. How intriguing, Mana thinks to himself. “However, you will come to find that we have already finished the business to which you were so fashionably late. Kozi-san has championed the boy, and has acquired him as his newest harem member.” The cold man gestures towards the winner lightly, and Kozi bows slightly towards Kaoru, the smirk is clear on his painted black lips. The hawkish faced man regards the room with a soft glare, and then he glances at the slave boy for a moment, studying him with apparent longing, which he tries to hide. Meanwhile, Kyo is being led away on his hands and knees - in a crawl - by his keeper. This allowing the room to see the ripple of his muscles as he moves, showing off his body one final time in a traditional tease of what one has won and the others have lost.

“It is a pity you did not come earlier, Kaoru-san.” Kozi states lightly, walking up to the one to whom he was speaking slowly. “We probably would have had a good amount of haggling to do, had you been on time for once.” The vermilion haired man then looks at Kyo’s departing rear-end, licks his lips, then turns his face towards Kaoru once more. “Yes, you like what you see as much as I do.” Smug smile on painted black lips.

“I’m not one for harem boys.” Kaoru states, a soft growl on his thin lips as he studies the one before him, ignoring Kyo’s departure then.

“No, you’re not one for the plural at all.” Kozi purrs, trying not to laugh at his own riddled words. “However, come to my home this full moon. I am holding my annual banquet then. Who knows? Perhaps then you will have a better moment to gawk at the wild creature, which has your attention so well. He is no harem boy, I assure you.” And with that, Kozi departs, leaving Kaoru in slight humiliation among the others and cursing himself for not paying attention to the invitation he’d received from Mana earlier.

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To be Continued...
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