Chrono De Valliere's Story

Within the muddled, dirty, stench ridden crowded city streets that was comprised of the Slave City of Melancholy, another exceeding rare thing passed by Misaki first and then Chrono second. It was an automobile. A very rust clad and old automobile, one most likely long since used by a dozen drivers and chauffeurs that catered to elites before finally being discarded. For someone to resemble the parts and repair to become mobile meant distinction. The car pulled right up to the sight of the slaver operation and the letters painted crudely along it made the other slavers go silent. Four people emerged out of the car, all wearing nice comfortable clothes for this district, one man had a horrible gash across his face, one woman with rather homely features about herself and a tattoo covering her right face, one rather huge man with scars… and Tanaka Hiraku.

“Watch the Car Kiyoshi…” The rather aged man spoke up to the driver with the ugly growth on his face. He bowed respectfully to his Big Brother, as was the title for their gang leader as he went back into the driver seat subtly testing the saw off shotgun underneath the driver wheel.

The other three walked over, the veteran smuggler and slaver took a rather rancid piece of chewing tobacco from a cheap tin box and began to chew. He walked right up to the bearded man. “I am in the middle of business!” He gripped for a moment before the larger man next to him gave the slaver an eye evil prompting him to shrink. The other two slavers that had been a part of his small crew were keen for their knives, but as the woman undid he jacket she showed she was holstering a side-arm… with the discarded parts of men she liked to cut out of people tied next to her hostler. The two other shrunk like frighten bunnies.

“We were in business first Fujiyama… when you decided to sell product without giving me my operational cut. Failing to conclude past business before continuing with present business is bad business.” Buyers were important to this part of the city yes, but Tanaka could not afford people stealing from him, he had a reputation to uphold. He took one look at the wealthy boy, not even a bodyguard to accompany him, most unwise.

“Please mind our interruption, we will allow you to conclude your business.” He spoke before he spoke again. “Hodo please take Fujiyama for a drink of tea.” The other man eyes went wide, he knew what that meant as he desperately tried to make a break for it grappled by the massive man as he dragged him towards the car. He looked to the other two slavers. “You’ll get some courier packages the next couple of days, I do hope you appreciate that.” Of their former boss piece by piece “Please continue your business with this nice gentlemen here. I am will be awaiting my share by tonight.” No one stole from him: period.

Life was savagery here in the slums, and those who ruled were the biggest of monsters. He casted only one look at the other boy on the side. No words, no thoughts. The slave should have considered himself very fortunate it was just that.

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There was a tranquil silence that stirred inside his precious Elysium, Kaito did not even dare to break it. It was like a wordless pact he had made with the private conservation that spanned out for endless acres in all directions. No cards, no noise, no people besides the occasional slave gardener or grounds keeper that passed through on a compact soundless motor car for some more maintenance. Above everything else, the number of grounds keepers on staff were an alarming number, to preserve, monitor wild life and tend to natural works in this place took a few dozen full time men. Kaito wanted them to be slaves because freemen could leave this place and for rather estranging reasons he wanted the staff to live on the very thing they took care of. They would treat it much better if they were forced to live in it.

The private man just waited for the men to pass. They said nothing, just tipped their hard hats at the sight of their master. Kaito was not a very cruel master but a very possessive and eccentric one. He had noticed the slaves often acted much differently around him, nervous. He said nothing, soon they were gone and he was alone once more. No noise, no people, simply… peace. Silently he turned his attention back to his proverbial palace built to house him and the staff of Elysium. It was an unspeakably massive building fit for the extravagance of an emperor.

He crossed both his arms behind his back as he stood there starring out to the palace he had made to live away from the city, away from the noise, the crowds, the people, the diseases, the horribleness. He needed to get back inside, there was a central console inside his home that had accessed to the city’s power grid and the various proxies that he networked to run his affairs from the comfort of his palace. The city most enigmatic eccentric was not in public sight, but his actions still held a great deal of weight that echoed through out every corner of the city.

Kida paused while he saw someone talking to him, 'A wealthy person...? Here already...?' He wasn't interested in being bought just yet, in fact, he wanted to leave the city of slavery instead of being bought to work as he always did. Kida blinked at this man for a while, and didn't answer until one of the random slave onlookers yelled out for him to answer the rich man, which annoyed him enough, so he simply replied, "I stole headphones. They are rare here." He held them up, but far enough from all of the slaves who were looking at him with jealousy, "Unlike your city, we're not living in lavishness where these could easily be afforded." He frowned a bit, not taking a liking to any of the wealthy, no matter who they were. He wasn't going to trust someone anymore after what happened to the little girl who used to visit him and who died of an illness. She wasn't saved, even with the wealthy's wonderful medical abilities, and because of that, his hatred of the rich grew even stronger, despite who they really may have been.

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Misaki noticed that a lot of people were now in the city of poverty. She looked around and saw that there were many wealthy lurking around, either just to look, or to buy. She saw a beautiful woman, two men in fancy clothing, and a young man talking to a chased slave, 'Of course... no one would be here to save them...' Misaki felt a small touch of pain in her chest as she felt a tug onto her cloak by a little girl who was much skinnier than she thought they would be. After taking a glance around, she knelt down, and gave this little girl a piece of bread as she ran off with joy, 'They've gotten much more skinnier...' Misaki slowly stood up, pulling her dirty cloak over her head as she then saw someone in the distance, also seeming to be helping a little child, 'Huh...?' She looked closer, not believing what she saw as this wealthy black haired young man was also tending for the poor, "That's... impossible though..."

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Yuki decided to head for the city of slavery first. Although his family was very important to him, and their health was also very important, he wanted to also help those who's life were in much more danger than his family's. He saw many poor people, sitting on the side of the road, hiding, and even robbing each other to help them self, "It's even come down to this much greed?" He asked out loud, a few people spitting at him for his words. He didn't mind though, because that's who he used to be also. Yuki found an old woman sitting on the side, coughing very hard as he kneeled down, reached into his bag, and pulled out what appeared to be a shot, "Don't mind me Ma'am." He smiled slightly and put the needle into her arm and ejected the medicine, hoping that it would lead to her living to see the next day. Yuki, too, was once a slave, so the least he could do as a run away, was to repay the people he left behind.