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A Desperate Plea

Title: A Desperate Plea
Fandom: Yami No Matsuei
Characters: Touda’s mother and her master (Touda is mentioned)
Prompt: 001. Beginnings.
Word Count: 336.
Rating: PG-13 for hints of noncon.
Summary: Raising a slave takes a lot longer than buying one and can get more expensive as well.
Author's Notes: Yes, he is a particularly unpleasant shiki. He sees his slaves as property, not people. Most of Tsuzuki’s shiki own slaves as well, but would never treat them like this.

"Please Master," the young slave-woman clutched at the hem of his cloak.

He would have torn it out of her grip, but it might damage the fabric and she was pretty. It amused him to see her beg.

"He will be your faithful servant. I'll teach him to work hard. He'll grow up strong and willing to do hard labour. Not like me. I'm just a weak girl, but he is a boy."

"I have enough servants, little slut," he sneered at her. "And enough money to buy a grown man, if I had the need. Why should I waste my money on raising a new-born? It'll be years before he can earn his keep."

"But he will be more loyal than a stranger raised in a different house. Your household will be his childhood home," she pleaded. "I beg you, Master. Don't sell my son! I'll do anything."

"Really anything?"

Perhaps they could strike a deal. He could have her anytime he liked, of course, but it would be more pleasant, if he could without her pleading and crying. It almost made him feel as if she didn't find him attractive.

"Yes Master, whatever you ask of me. I will do it gladly, if only you'll keep my child."

He grinned. "Very well then, I'll consider it as long as you are true to your word and cause me no trouble. What do you call your whelp again?"

"Touda, my Lord." She bit her lip nervously. "In honour of his father's people."

"A little preposterous, is it not?" he laughed. "To use a sky serpent's name for a little worm like this."

"I felt that some connection to his father's people was called for. If you wish for a change of name, though, he is most certainly young enough to ..."

"No," he grinned. "No, Touda will be fine."

It would be a pleasure to rub it in the exiled prince's face that he owned his bastard. Sky serpents, if he remembered correctly, despised slaves.

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