To Break the Silence (BLOOD)

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[atrb=style, background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6] Fate worked in mysterious ways. This was the thought that plagued Damien’s mind as he stood in the enormous castle that belonged to his new master. His master. Ha! She was just a child, several years younger than he was. The thought of addressing her as “Master” still got under his skin, just as it had when he’d first laid eyes on her at the auction. He’d had some time after the auction to think over his situation. Damien had come to the conclusion that things could have been far worse, thus he had nothing whatsoever to complain about. He wasn’t really sure what to do with himself. His collar had been taken off, and now he was utterly lost. It killed him on the inside to know that he had been a slave for so long that it was all he knew. Freedom was a foreign concept to him. Uncertain. Of all the things Damien could have been feeling at that particular moment, he did not think that uncertainty would be a frontrunner. Anger or disbelief would have made so much more sense to him. But no, he felt uncertain. He did not know what his master wanted with him, or why she had even purchased him to begin with. He did not know where he was or why such a little girl lived alone in such an enormous house. For a moment, Damien almost pitied her. He himself had a fear that he would be forgotten, and he wondered if the girl ever feared the same thing – afraid she would be swallowed completely by the castle she resided in and forgotten, left to its empty rooms and cold corridors. Damien feared it. He didn’t really want to spend time with her, but if he had some company every now and again, he thought that perhaps the castle would be much less intimidating. The male allowed his emerald eyes to travel around the empty castle, and he wondered where the girl’s parents were. Shouldn’t they know that their daughter had been at a slave auction, purchasing another human being? Still, it occurred to him that it likely wouldn’t faze them a bit. They owned a castle. There had to be other help around. His feline tail twitched behind him, and he let it fall and curl around his leg. What would he be used for? It was a question he kept coming back to, and he couldn’t really figure out an answer. Damien simply stood there, waiting for someone – anyone at all – to tell him what he was supposed to do. He hated being in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces. Er…an unfamiliar face. He felt he should say something, but again he was drawing a blank. He was not even sure his voice could still work. He hadn’t muttered a single word in months. If he ever spoke again, it would be odd to hear his own voice. He had nearly forgotten what it sounded like. He sighed lightly, waiting for an order, a demand, anything to point him in the right direction.

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[Blood S. Fox]

She had only just woken up when she decided it was time to properly meet her slave, she actually hated calling him that. He slid on a button up shirt and jeans, tying the tie as she had learned. She walked down the large stair case as she thought to herself "What the hell do I even do with him?" She sighed after a few moments and began her hunt for the man. Eventually she managed to find him when she was good and well lost in her thoughts. She sighed as she looked around feeling awkward.

Had she even introduced herself yet? No she hadnt. She smiled at him and rubbed the back of her head as she sighed once more. "Well, er...hello There Mr. Damien.....Im..Blood " She said softly. the awkwardness and the sheer terror in her voice evident. She was more or less scared fo the fact that one, she had a strange male in her home, and she couldnt very well do much if things went sour. And for the second, he was MALE. She was scared, not phobic, but scared of most men, she felt it was strange.

And for the third, he was attractive, very very much so. Was that a reason she bought him? Possibly, but it was a selfish one. She actually felt a small bit sick at herself for even thinking it. She smiled at him once more and messed with her tie trying to give her hands somehting to do. "..So..Um...Would you like to..Get to know each other better? Get set up in your room. Or..Are you hungry?" She asked actually seeming genuinly to wonder what he would like to know what he wanted.

She actually ran it through her mind. She would just give him the room two doors down from her's it was easier, if she needed him for anything he would be close and it would be easy for him to get around. She sighed as she trained her eyes on him and actually scanned him over, trying to really thing and get a good feel of what he looked like actually she was thinking mostly about how she would do this. She wasnt actually the social type and it honestly worried her that she would bore him to no end.

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[atrb=style, background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6] The Russian Kemono found that his unwanted silence and solitude were to be ephemeral. Thank goodness. He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps, the noise echoing down the corridor of to his right. He turned around, emerald gaze searching for the cause of the sound. When his master emerged from the hall, he felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. What if he had wandered off when he wasn’t supposed to, or to a place that he was not allowed to be? He brushed it off and let his attention wander back to the girl, taking in her appearance. Her pink locks fell around the collar of a button-up shirt, a tie neatly adorning her neck. His eyes wandered down to her jeans and back up. He had seen stranger attire for a young girl, he supposed. It didn’t look bad on her, though. Not at all. Damien’s black feline auds came forward, a natural reflex, as his master began to speak. Her words were shaky and clipped, as though she was the nervous one! What on earth did she have to be afraid of? He was the one whose life and body had been bought for a cheap 50,000 yen. Still, her shyness made him feel less nervous. At least it didn’t seem as though she would be violent toward him. He dipped his head in acknowledgement of her introduction, a polite and silent hello of his own. He felt a little guilty for not saying anything in return, but he did not really think there was any need. She already knew his name, after all. Although, he was tempted to tell her that there was no need to add a “mister” before his name. He was not the one to be respected anyway. She was higher up in society’s hierarchy than he was. More words flowed from the girl’s mouth, and Damien found that her voice was a soothing sound in contrast to the deafening silence he had become accustomed to. He dared to let himself think that perhaps his time with her would not be as terrible as he had originally thought. Her hands fiddled with the tie around her neck, and she smiled at him. Damien just could not help himself. He felt a little half smile spread across his face. Her smile had put him at ease. It had made him suspicious at the auction, but face-to-face, it was a bright, attractive expression that he hoped he would get to see more often. He nodded his head to the first two suggestions, but denied the third. He had become accustomed to eating very little and very infrequently. If he ate when he was not actually hungry, he feared he would be sick. Deep green eyes watched as the girl took her time to run her gaze over him as well. He wondered if she would be disappointed in him. He couldn’t really figure out why her opinion of him mattered so much. It didn’t really bother him, just made him anxious. He would have plenty of time to dwell on that later, though. The Kemono pushed his focus back toward the girl – Blood, as she had called herself. He wondered if he should call her that when – no longer if – he spoke or if it would be more appropriate to add “master” in there somewhere. They could cross that bridge when they got to it, though. For the time being, he just wanted to know more about her and figure out what she expected of him. For some reason, he just didn’t want to disappoint her.

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[Blood S. Fox]

She smiled and motioned over to a couch that was neatly placed, black fabric and actually quite nice looking as she walked, taking a seat and smiled. "..Well...We can get to know each other more first Then, I suppose. Basically what I need you to know is ..Im Blood Scythe Fox, im...young, I live here alone, you wont be a maid, I hire humans for such tasks.. Mostly, I bought you to have a friend.. As it can be lonley.. You'r welcome to anything you like and if you would like money for things, simply ask."

She said softly, she figured he didnt wish to know anything about her, seeing as most Kemono disliked humans. She smiled at him as one of her maids, a white haired girl with bright green eyes sat down a try of tea, two cups, a pot, cream, sugar and even cinnamon. She nodded to the woman, a solom expression taking as the girl bowed and left. The odd thing, she wasnt wearing a maid's outfit. She was wearing normal clothing. Blood disliked to force people to change clothing for a task.

She however did think of something. She looked at him as she poured herself, and him a glass of tea, she was more or less for manners, she wished to please others."..However, if you wish, you are free to walk out those doors.. And you will not have to do anything." She said softly with a small smile, placing a large amount of sugar in her tea, she picked up the cup and sipped at it softly, silently. She pondered for a few moments on her next move as she then decided to do what would be typical.

"Well... Your room will be two doors from mine, none of the help are allowed on the top floor...You and I will mostly be the only ones there. Now, Damien is it? Tell me about yourself..Im actually very curious.." She said softly, she deeply wanted to hear his voice, such an attractive frame would most likely come with an attractive voice. She sipped her tea once more, this had probably been the most talking she had done in months. She looked around and took in the area. She wasnt sure much of what to do.

She picked up her feet, putting them close to her body as she sat. She actually liked to be curled up in one place, made it easier. "..We can also, go shopping to buy you a few clothes, objects you would like if it suits what you wish.." She said softly with a slight laugh. She was almost playing the role of his slave, it was quite odd from the outside, but to her is was normal really, she liked to please others so why not try and please this man. Still the question remained, would he stay?

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[atrb=style, background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6] Why? It was the first thought that came to Damien’s mind as the girl spoke to him. He did not want to know why she was talking to him or why she had even bothered spending money on someone so resigned as himself. He wanted to know why she had to live there alone. Damien could never be left alone in such a big house. He would be all right for a few hours, maybe even a day. However, extended periods of time were simply out of the question. When she mentioned money, he raised a brow. What could he possibly need money for? He didn’t really plan to leave at any point anyhow – unless she asked him to. He was not really sure how to respond when she told him he could help himself to anything. He was accustomed to a tight leash – literally – and no mercy. Her kindness was so alien, such a foreign concept. As she spoke, he found himself wanting to know more, simply because he could. What were her favorite foods? Favorite color? Did she have any hobbies? Did she prefer winter or summer? Trivial things to most people, but Damien wasn’t most people. Those things mattered to him. Damien watched as another female brought in a tray of tea. It was obvious that she was a servant, though she did not wear the traditional attire for such a role. It made Damien feel even more at ease, for it seemed that no one in the castle was being made to do anything that didn’t suit them. Blood – it was odd to call her that, even in his head – poured them each a cup of tea. And then – the damnedest thing happened. She actually offered him freedom. Did he actually want to leave? He had hated the auctions and every master he’d ever had. Blood was already different though. She actually gave a damn, and she wasn’t trying to exploit his fears. She had been kind to him, had offered him so very much. His emerald gaze followed her movements as she added sugar to her tea, and Damien considered his own cup. She had poured it for him. It would be terribly rude not to drink it. He extended his arm and mimicked her gesture, adding cinnamon as well. He brought the cup tentatively to his mouth and sipped quietly, pondering over all the possibilities she had just opened up for him. With his mind still wrapped around whether or not to leave, he almost missed her next words. His room would be so close to hers. For some reason, it made him happy to know that no one else would be allowed on her floor but him. When she asked him to speak, the Russian’s throat tightened in response. He hadn’t spoken a single word in months. She wanted to know about him? What could he possibly tell her? He watched her gaze scan the room, and the fact that she seemed as uncertain as he was made him feel even better. She had been very polite and kind to him, and now that she asked one simple thing of him, Damien felt obliged to acquiesce. First thing was first, though. He had to put her mind at ease. She must have wondered if he would actually be staying. He had made up his mind, only needing to ponder over the subject for a heartbeat. He cleared his throat, and willed his voice to come out. “If you’ll have me,” he began, his voice a little raspy at first, “I would very much love to stay.” Had his voice always had that timid undertone? He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t remember what it used to sound like. It had been so long since he’d spoken at all. What would he say about himself? Talking at all had been hard enough, but now he had to talk about himself? It was a daunting task for the Kemono. “There’s really nothing special about me,” Damien said with a shy laugh. “I was given the name Damien Konoroz at birth, but I’m usually just called Mute.” He looked anywhere but at her. He could not help that he never really had anything to say – to anyone. He brought his cup to his mouth again, drinking from it slowly, timidly. Would she be fed up with him and throw him out? He would not blame her if she did. Who wanted a slave – or a friend – who was almost a mute? “Clothes would be nice,” he said on the off chance she decided to keep him. “T-Thank you,” he stammered, “for your kindness.” If she did decide he wasn’t worth her time, at the very least she would know that he was grateful for the time she’d given him.

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[Blood S. Fox]

She stared into her cup of tea, her mind far away in thought. She saw something in him, something she loved yet hated, was it innocence? No it was how timid he seemed. She enjoyed that, it was more of a challenge and it put her mind at ease, he probably wouldn't hurt her. She actually let her mind drift back to her family. All the horrors of her past and she simply felt a shiver run up her spine. She set her tea cup down, not really wanting to look in it anymore, she hated seeing a reflection.

She hoped that he hadn't noticed that yet, in the house she had no mirrors in the entire home, it wasn't because she was afraid, it was more or less because she was disgusted in herself. She still couldnt shake the feeling that she was a truley vile being, She lightly placed her hand over her face for a few moments, trying to just recover, as she had a small flash of a memory. It chilled her to the Bone, A dark haired man, a black jacket, his eyes so dark, heartless and murderous. She dropped her hand to her lap.

She remembered being at his side, sword in hand, her face, her palms, even the Blade was covered in crimson. And she was smiling, happy about it. He even had the gull to per her. She shook her head, the memory fading. She looked up at Damien, listening intently as she heard his voice. It was, beautiful. She actually let a smile spread across her face as she felt her fingers twitch. She adored his accent, Russian? That would be her favorite accent on a male, it made a shudder run down her spine once more strangely.

She nodded softly, as if she was actually deep in thought, if anything thinking was what she was trying to escape. She sighed softly a relief when he said he would stay. She let a wide grin spread across her face as she nodded. her pink hair slightly moving infront of her face. She actually felt more at ease now, She really did want him to stay, however she wanted it by his own choice. She was quite happy that he chose to remain here. She nodded softly and actually muttered as softly as she could, sounding rather meek actually.

"..Thank You...." She said as she looked at him and nodded softly. "..Yes, well...I do have a few male's clothing...and some of it may fit you if you dont feel up to it today...And er, if I may Say, your name is.... actually quite lovely Mr. Konoroz" She said once more addressing him higher then herself. She felt a small flush of color on her cheeks, she didnt know why, it just, made her so very happy he wouldnt leave like the others in her life so very often did.

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[atrb=style, background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6] A flash of worry permeated his stoic façade as Blood lifted a hand to her face, an expression of anguish and a little disgust contorting her features. What could have brought on such a reaction? Had he done something wrong, said something he shouldn’t have? He was immediately flooded with guilt and the urge to apologize. He forced himself to calm down instead. There was no need to overreact. If he had done something wrong or said something offensive, she would surely tell him, correct him. Would she not? Blood’s hand came to rest in her lap again, and it seemed as though the moment had passed. Damien could not help but worry and wonder. His emerald eyes swirled with worry and confusion, but he did what he could to suppress it. His feline ears drooped a little, still. What had her so out of sorts? As quickly as it had come on, the expression left Blood’s face, a smile gracing her lovely features. It drew out a smile of his own, and Damien found that he couldn’t stop it even if he had wanted to. He wondered what was going through her mind, and he wanted to ask. He did not feel as though it was his place. Neither was what he did next, and he found himself thinking that asking her what she was thinking would have been far more appropriate. As a bit of her hair fell in front of her face, Damien’s brow furrowed a little in mock frustration. It was as though he were outside of his own body, watching himself do something so incredibly stupid. Slowly, he lifted his hand, his arm reaching out. He brushed her hair aside so he could see all of her face, and then let his hand go back to his cup of tea. Have I completely lost it? As she spoke, he struggled to pay attention, wondering if she would yell at him. When he remembered how to speak, he responded. “You’re welcome,” he said quietly. “Y-you don’t have to…” He trailed off, a little unsure of how to phrase what he wanted to say. So he started again. “You can just call me Damien.” He smiled again, watching as her face took on more color. It was a flattering expression on her. He was not sure what had come over him over the last day or so, but it was a bit frightening – and rather exhilarating. He had the strangest feeling that he would actually enjoy his time with Blood.

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