Love That Never Should Be... [Ahiru x Russian_Vodka]

[Ahiru]

yet you can't deny what your heart feels.

A chilly winter wind nipped at the old man's hands as he reached out, brushing the snow off the door handle in front of him. Unlocking it, he stepped into the building, closing the door behind him with a shiver. "Damn cold... keeps all the customers away." His voice was frail as he muttered to himself and reached over, flipping on the lights. He smiled slightly to himself as his eyes looked at the cages around him. The man didn't own your ordinary store, but in fact was in the slave trade business.

Shrugging his jacket off and onto a coat rack near by, he then began his rounds. This store had been his pride and joy for upwards of forty years now; and in turn, he took very good care of his merchandise. As he walked, he carefully, but quickly looked over each and every pet he had there; making sure they were clean and healthy. It wasn't until he got his final cage that he lingered, just staring with a grin. "You, little one, will not stay here for long.."

Within this particular cage, there was a neko girl; her big brown eyes staring up at him. She; however, said nothing in return to his words, but just stared. After a few moments, she resumed her original state; curling up into a neat ball, her ears flattening back against her head as she closed her eyes. She hated being here.. absolutely hated it. But maybe, just maybe.. this was her chance to find love. "Hah... Who am I kidding?" She thought to herself. "One will never find love being a slave..." And with that, she let out a soft sigh, curling up a bit tighter.

 

[Russian Vodka]

RE: Love That Never Should Be [Ahiru x Russian_Vodka]

Martin shock a bit from having been out in the cold just to get the morning mail. Why did they have to be there so early? Bloody 6 am just to drop off some letters. He wasn't used to the cold and knowing that he was getting his first slave soon, he was looking forward to living in the large house. I could feel so lonely when he had no wife or companion to keep him company and with his inheritage, he had no reason to work. His parents had been billionares, murdered by a bunch of thugs in the streets. He still hated them for leaving him like that but he knew that he would have to make the best of it.

Looking through the mail, the 19 year-old sighed, his short, spiky black hair waving a bit with the move as he quickly discarded all the bills into one stack and all the relevant stuff into another stack. He was a tall guy, standing at 5"9' with some broadness in his shoulders though not much. He was a bit fit, not very muscular but taking care of the house all by himself had worked some muscle into his body and he knew all that he needed to know. He was a plain white male, though slightly paler as he never really got out when the sun was around.

He looked up at the family clock, hearing it dang for 7 as he closed his eyes for a few moments. He was scheduled to look at the store in half an hour and he had to walk through the anckle high snow. He finished with the mail, not opening a single letter as he decided to deal with it later. Instead he went to the front door, seeing the jacket and the long trenchcoat hanging there as well as his winter boots and his sneackers. He smiled at the memory of how his mother had bought him the coat for christmas as he put it on, loving how it fitted perfectly against his frame before stepping into the boots.

He left the house a few moments later, walking through the snow with the red leather collar in his pocket, it's inlining was of fur to let it feel better around the neck of his future slave as well as a leash, knowing the last thing would only be needed if she was disobedient.

He arrived at the shop 5 minutes before time. "Morning George." He said as he entered, having knocked most of the snow off outside before entering. "Which one have you picked for me?" He asked, his face appearing gentle and handsome as he knew that he would be walking home with someone no matter what.

 

[Ahiru]

"Why, of course I do my dear boy." The shoppe keeper smiled with wrinkled grin. He had helped his father and grandfather countless time with their thneed for personal slaves. "I have the perfect one." He walked down past all of his cages and stopped before the neko girl. "Girl. Wake up." His tone was sharp as he reached to his hip, pulling off a ring of keys.

Ears perking up a bit, the girl sat up, yawning a bit and stretching. She was nude from head to toe, and as she stretched, she revealed the intricate tattoo that was along her upper chest and down her sides. It was something all the girls in her village got once they became of age. Or at least, it was in the old days; her family just loved tradition. Crawling out, she then stood up straight, gazing from the old man to the young boy. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Her voice was smooth and quiet. She gave a polite bow to him before standing up again, her hand resting neatly at her side.

"She just arrived a couple of night ago; she goes be Keenai." The old man started. "She's very obedient, but hasn't had a true master yet, if you know what I mean." He muttered. "But I figured she'd be perfect for you, young master." Keenai still stood there, her tail swishing back and forth. She just watched both of the men. Would he take her home?

 

[Russian Vodka]

Martin smiled back to the shop keeper, following him through the shop as he looked into some of the cages. He didn't care much about them because he had good faith that the shop keeper knew which one he would like. Hearing him mention that it was at least a girl was nice for him to hear as he watched the key ring go off the man's hip. He smirked, considering how it would look if every pet suddenly disappeared. Though he quickly dismissed the thought.

He watched the girl as she came out, stark naked. He took in her figure, noticing that she was almost a head shorter than him and the tattoo on her body made her look even more beautiful. He wished though that he had brought along some clothes so she wouldn't be walking naked through the snow, he wasn't going to let her have frostbite just because he got a bit careless. "Nice to meet you too." He replied to her words, nodding in response to her bow as he was sure to keep his status as master with as few gestures towards her as possible. He wasn't going to look weak in front of an old friend of his parents'.

Hearing her name, he decided to taste it himself. "Keenai...." His voice trailed off as he didn't seem bothered much by it and it did have a nice ring to it when you looked at her. "As long as she's obedient, I should be able to turn her into a nice slave." He said, talking about her like she was a dog or a cat. He then looked over at her, wondering why she would be naked as his eyes then crawled over her body, down to the area between her legs and noticed there was no hair. He blushed faintly, as he looked back. "I've arranged the transfer with the bank, and I'll call them when I get home with her, you'll have your payment." He said then, his tone a bit more carefree now. "Ohh, and do you have some old worn out clothes you don't need? I don't want my new pet to be hurt by the winter." He said, pulling the collar out of his pocket, stepping up to the neko girl and putting it around her neck. "If you run, you won't get far." He whispered to her, knowing she would feel the collar like something furry against her neck but it could be tightened if she was disobedient.

 

[Ahiru]

"Why, of course I have clothing for her." The old man smiled, nodding as he turned and disappeared into the back room. After a few moments, he returned with a sweater and a skirt for her. "Here, put this on." He handed her the clothes and turned to Martin. "Enjoy her, young master." With a weary smile, he turned and wandered off into the back room.

It took a moment for Keenai to take the clothes. She was preoccupied, her long slender fingers dancing along the smooth leather of her new collar. For a brief moment, a soft smile spread across her lips. "Hmm? Oh, thank you." She blushed, an embarrassed expression quickly coming over her face. She quickly got dressed, tugging the sweater over her head and pulling it down over her stomach. Once done, she just stood there quietly, looking up at the man. "Thank you for buying me, Sir."

 

[Russian Vodka]

Martin nodded in return to the old man, not seeming bothered with him leaving. He was glad that she would be wearing some clothes as he didn't want her to go around stark naked in town in the middle of the winter. He noticed the smile after having given her the collar as he watched her dress in front of him. She was beautiful, but he wanted her to feel a bit comfortable around him before he would ask her anything deeper than usual slave stuff.

He gestured for her to follow him as he turned towards the door. "Lets go home." He told her, having looked down at her with a gentle smile before he left the shop, expecting her to follow him out into the snow, carving a path for her with his boots in the snow as they got out on the street, heading back towards his house. He was already planning everything out in his head as he knew exactly where she'd sleep, eat and what her chores were to do every single day. Of course he was hoping she wouldn't be too disobedient when he approached her with his own personal needs eventually.