The Recluse and The Optimist (StainedCrimson & MaryWeather) 18+

[StainedCrimson]

Character Info

 

 

Name: Kaito Alighieri

Age: 28

Birthday: October 31st (Scorpio)

Height/Build: 6'2" lightly muscled/athletic

Occupation: Jewelry/fetishwear maker

Family: None/Estranged

Sexuality: From his level of sociability most assume asexual, but he is infact gay

Likes: Designing and making items for his shop, reading, traveling to get new ideas for creations

Dislikes: Crowds, politics

Backstory: Having parents that worked constantly, Kaito learned the importance of being self-reliant and independent quickly and early. Excelling in creating designs for various jewelry concepts and being told he should explore it more in college, he decided to do just that when requests for his work started to come in when his work was seen after an exhibit. Learning to make the various creations he soon managed to start and grow a flourishing business. His work brought him clients from all corners, a few he even came to consider friends despite their own shady jobs. Over time though he started to notice a lack of something. His motivation or muse seemed to have left. Or to be more precise, he became dissatisfied with just others enjoying his work. So one day one of his friends told him about an event coming up that he should go to to see about finding someone to spark his creative flow again.

[MaryWeather]

 

Name: Leo Vincenzo

Age: 18

Birthday: April 1 (Aries)

Height/Build: 5'5, skinny and lanky (in a rather unhealthy way)

Family: None

Sexuality: Whatever the person who buys him wants, though truly he is homosexual

Likes:

-Food of any sort (he's not picky)

-Playing cards (his one form of entertainment)

-Taking long baths (as his baths were always cut short when he could manage to get them)

-Nice weather (people always seem to be nicer when the weather is nice)

-Jewelry and nice clothes (he wants what he can't have)

Dislikes:

-His family (he prefers to not talk about them or even think about them)

-Storms

-Corrupt people

Backstory: Leo feels only resentment towards his family for selling him, their youngest, to a sex ring. However, once he was there he decided to bury that anger deep within him and focus only on getting out. Knowing that he will eventually and inevitably be sold, he's made "friends" with those in control by being kind, sweet, and of course cute in hopes that they could rig the auction and get him someone who would take care of him. Never once has he had sex; the ones in control wanted to preserve him for the auction to get a higher price for not only his pretty face, but his unused body. He considers himself lucky, knowing the others had undergone certain "training" before they were to be sold. His own training involved him watching, and he's not looking forward to the day he's bought. However, he holds onto the hope that he'll be able to escape or that someone with a good heart will purchase him. One thing that also stays consistent is the sterling silver slave bracelet given to him by a buyer who desired him, though was forced to wait until auction for a shot at him. The man was kind and Leo held onto the bracelet and kept it safe to remind himself that good people do exist.

[StainedCrimson]

"Tch. I'm guessing this is the place..." Looking up from the card to the nondescript door before sighing around the stick in his mouth that oddly looks like a stick of emerald in the shape of a cigarette before entering. Once through the check-in area and let into the main 'seating' his look of disgust grows. "Disgusting... They couldn't be bothered to get a private room or leave first?" All around he can see the various 'buyers' enjoying their 'purchases' in some manner. Most taking them against whatever surface is handy or having their cocks sucked. Others shared their prizes though that was few enough for which he was thankful enough.

 

Fighting back his disgust, he continues his journey through the tables looking for someone or something to give him a spark of creativity so he can leave. Unfortunately, all that he can see only repulses him. When he finds an empty seat, almost reluctantly he sits down as if questioning the cleanliness of the spot. Still, a promise was made to either stay at least an hour or after he bought something. Whichever came first. Sighing and resigning to the wait, Kaito leans back as the next 'item' is brought forth.

 

After forty minutes and still nothing catching his interest, glances at the watch on his wrist become increasingly frequent. About ready to just leave and be done with everything, the next person is brought out. At first the new body is ignored, but then the glint of the light off the boy's hair catches his eye. Slowly the new male is looked over and that familiar itch returns. Fingers twitching with the urge to draw, create and place he listens to what can be said about the boy before settling on the decision to buy him. Once the pricing starts he joins in determined to win no matter the cost.

[MaryWeather]

His nerves shook him to the core. The noises of the other slaves being taken before they could even be brought to their new home made him want to scream. He was next. He would be taken by one of these disgusting people and there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening. He could beg and cry all he wanted, but the purchaser would probably love that. His breathing came in heavy pants and before he even had a chance to think about running away someone grabbed his thin arm and pulled him to the door.

 

‘This is it...’ he thought to himself. If he thought he had no freedom before, he was a mistaken. It was now that his freedom would truly be stolen, along with what little pride he had and the sanctity of his unblemished body.

 

Once inside the new room he looked around and nearly rolled his eyes at some of the people who had the audacity to wear masks. This auction wasn’t nearly so dramatic. Still, one of these people would buy him and force him to be exactly what he was--a sex slave.

 

He bit his lip, nearly drawing blood, as he slowly walked in front of the buyers. Despite his new clothes, a nice red turtle neck, tight black pants, and shiny patent leather slip-on shoes, he felt completely naked in front of all the eyes staring at him. He instinctively fiddled with the slave bracelet on his right hand that he purposely wore out in the open in hopes of looking more appealing. He was regretting that decision.

 

Then finally… The hands started going up. Numbers were called. Prices were yelled out. What was he worth? He didn’t care to know. All he cared about was who would have the highest number. His eyes darted back and forth from buyer to buyer as their hands raised, signaling they were willing to pay more and more for him. Then his gaze met the man’s....

 

He was handsome, looking nonchalant as ever with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Somehow, Leo knew he would be the one. This would be the man to buy him. Time seemed to stretch on for eternity as more numbers were called out, then it suddenly stopped. No more yelling. No more hands raising. It was over.

 

Leo was bought.

[StainedCrimson]

Interesting... Though his expression didn't change as he continued to bid, and naturally win, his interest in the boy rose a notch. Despite clearly being scared stiff, the slave caught and held his gaze through most of the bidding. Perhaps he'd be more use than just as a living model and muse for his work. Once over, he turns and walks back to the room where he was guided, once it was clear he wasn't planning on staying for the rest of the auction, as to go over the final papers and give payment.

 

Sitting back in the chair provided, he read through the papers not looking up even when the door opened again bringing in his prize. "Everything seems to be in order." He concludes finally before signing and handing the papers back over. Standing up he hands over the payment before turning to leave with his... slave. Even the word sounded odd to him. Especially considering he now had to make sure another person in addition to himself stayed taken care of. This belated realization causes a faint frown to form before it's shaken away. "...Too late to think of that now." He mutters to himself.

 

"Come on then." Without waiting for a reply he leads the way out of the building eager to get away from the filth that seem to enjoy it. Not a word is spoken again as they head to the airport and board a plan. Settling back, he prepares for the long flight back home. It was kind of his friend to prepare this for them, though the bastard will probably never let him forget his was right about finding his muse at a slave auction of all places. Glancing sideways at his new companion, he finally speaks again as they take off. "Get some rest. The flight will be long and you'll have a lot to adjust to once we land."

 

The one constant about him, from the time he saw the smaller male to when he spoke, was the green stick in the corner of his mouth. With the light having finally touched it, it became clear it wasn't a cigarette or anything else of the sort. It was, in fact, a gem shaped like one and probably worth more than what had been spent on the other easily. However, the man seemed either to dismiss the value of the piece or didn't know the true value of it. Of course, most would also easily assume it was either glass or a good fake since most wouldn't go around using real gemstone as a faux cigarette.

[MaryWeather]

Leo was wary of this new man. He was quiet, stoic, and even when they left the godforsaken building it seemed he had absolutely nothing to say to him. At least he didn’t take him right then and there like some of the other buyers. For that, Leo was eternally grateful. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t coming. Once they reached his new home, Leo would probably be forced to do things he couldn’t even imagine. He shuddered at the thought, and began to wonder how he could escape. Ever since he came into this ring, his mind had only been on how to escape. He promised himself that one day he would be free, truly free.

 

But until then, he would put up with this man.

 

Leo stopped walking once he saw the plane, but as the man didn’t stop walking he eventually started moving once again. He had never been so close to a plane let alone been on one. The seats were comfortable, the most comfortable he had ever felt, and he thought he could smell food coming from somewhere on the aircraft. As he took in every aspect of the airplane that he could, the engines started to roar and the plane took off. He gasped and gripped tightly to the armrest, squeezing his eyes shut as his hearing slowly diminished. He whined, but it was cut short by the words of the other man.

 

“R-rest?” Leo said in barely a whisper. The man sounded sincere, but how could Leo sleep? For the first time in his life he was away from the sex ring, though in finally getting away he had walked into the lion’s den. Who knew what this man would do to him once they were safely behind closed doors? Plus, his first time on a plane left Leo a bit queasy and nervous.

 

“Umm…” He glanced at the other man, only then catching the green of the cigarette--or something else? He narrowed his eyes to get a better look, but he was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him. A gem? An emerald? Leo held his head in his hands, wondering if he was hallucinating from all of the excitement today. Still, he pressed forward with his question, knowing it would be difficult for him to fall asleep.

 

“What is your name?” he asked simply. Leo wasn’t sure if this man knew his name. Sure, his name was on the paperwork, but Leo would bet his bracelet that nearly none of the buyers looked at the names of the slaves.

[StainedCrimson]

Hearing the anxiety, which anyone even someone as socially inept as him could have heard, he turns to look more fully at the smaller male who seemed to almost be shaking. "It's a long flight. Almost 12 hours." His head tilts in thought while allowing his eyes to travel along the other's form. "First time on a plane?" While phrased as a question it comes out as more of a statement.

 

Taking the faux cigarette out to hold, Kaito toys with it absently while studying the surprisingly bold slave. "Kaito." He says simply after a few moments. His fingers continue to play with the stick as he thinks. "Your papers said you were healthy and ready for 'training'." Quotes surrounding the word as a faint frown appears before vanishing while continuing. "However, I don't trust those kind of people so when we get back I'll be looking you over myself. I got you for a specific purpose and getting you to the point to perform successfully is my main concern since it'll affect my work."

 

Leaning back slightly a sudden thought comes to him. "You're name is Leo correct? Tell me, are you anything like the sign you're named after or do you take more after your birth sign?"

 

While this may seem like a sudden jump to most, for Kaito it's merely the way he thinks. If little Leo is like either of them then he can design things more attuned to the signs which would be an interesting twist made all the more dynamic by fitting the personality of the wearer.

 

"So many and so little time..." He mutters to himself as various designs form, get discarded and tweaked within moments in his head. Impatiently he looks out the window as if demanding to know why they weren't already at their destination so he could be designing in his studio having seemingly all but forgotten about the other male. All the while his hand is still playing with the gleaming green stick.

[MaryWeather]

12 hours? 12 full length hours? Where were they even going? Leo wasn’t sure it was proper to ask, but he wanted to know. Still, when he opened his mouth nothing came out. Just the thought of being trapped in this machine for 12 hours made him feel even more nauseous.

 

“Umm… Y-yeah. It’s my first time.” And he already decided he didn’t like it. ‘Never again,’ he thought to himself. ‘Please don’t make me go on this stupid plane ever again.’

The response to his question, however, wasn’t exactly what Leo was hoping for. Kaito was a fine name, but surely it wouldn’t be proper to call his new master by his first name. In fact, it was downright rude. But when the taller one spoke again, his smooth voice wafting through the tight compartment of this clunky, frightening flying machine, it didn’t provide a last name. It told Leo the worst thing he could have heard. While Kaito was decent enough to not force him into sex at the auction house, he was simply waiting, biding his time until they got home where he could do whatever he wanted with him. Whatever this "specific purpose" was it couldn't have been anything good.

 

And Leo’s body…. The young man covered his stomach with his much too thin arms. He knew he wasn’t healthy; he was hardly fed enough to stay alive let alone fed enough to have a healthy body. Kaito wouldn’t be pleased, of this Leo was sure. The fear and anxiety grew in Leo’s heart, and it wasn’t just because of the plane. What if Leo couldn’t “perform successfully” for Kaito? And how would his success benefit his work? Leo closed his eyes, knowing that his body which had luckily been untouched all these years would finally be defiled. Somehow he had to find a way out.

 

And yet, based on the next thing Kaito said, Leo wasn’t sure this man was entirely bad. Was he talking about… Zodiac signs? Where did such a strange question come from? Leo raised an eyebrow before looking up at the other man. “I umm… I’m not sure what my sign really represents.” He spoke quietly, almost ashamed of his answer. He remembered back in the ring there was a girl who was interested in astrology, though it was difficult for her to get a hold of magazines or computers or anything that could help her understand it better. She would tell everyone a bit about their signs, but it wasn’t enough for Leo to truly know anything about them.

 

“I know I’m an Aries,” he muttered, lowering his head to hide from Kaito’s intense eyes. “But I don’t know how Aries are supposed to act. Or Leos for that matter.” Keeping his eyes on his petite feet, he ventured another question to this strange man. “Do you know what Aries and Leos are like? You probably know more than I do.”

 

But right after he dared to ask his question he heard a quiet whisper from Kaito. “So many and so little time….” Leo’s wide eyes only grew wider. Were there… Others? Like him? Did Kaito have more boys like him hiding away in his house? A shiver ran down his spine and he looked out the window, as if he could somehow jump from it and fall gracefully to the ground below, putting an end to his misery. His mind was a mess of questions and fears, and the one thing that comforted him was the silver on his wrist. He roughly fiddled with his slave bracelet, doing his best to keep his breathing under control as he willed his spirit to leave his body and fly into the sky surrounding him.

[StainedCrimson]

Hearing the question brings Kaito's attention to the other. Staring at him for a moment before finally giving a small nod. "I know a little of the zodiac but I'm more knowledgeable on the Eastern version." Eyes narrowing, he leans forward a bit to study the pale and shaking form next to him. "I might have to try both an Aries and a Leo design. Just to give both ideas physical form and see which goes better with your coloring and personality." Muttering his thoughts to himself he doesn't really notice the wide-eyed look grown even bigger.

 

Reaching out, he gently but firmly holds the other's chin to turn his head to both sides before letting go with a satisfied nod. "A few practice rounds to get an idea of fit and ability will be needed, and maybe a little more time in the sun. A touch too pale..." Continuing to mutter to himself while looking over what he can easily see of his new muse and model causes him to notice the fiddling.

 

Without thinking, he reaches out again to reveal both hands. The bracelet, of course, is what catches his immediate interest. "Simple craftsmanship but fairly well done. Frames the hand nicely, though it could use a little color or other material to bring a bit more life to it." Mumbling his commentary aloud, he turns Leo's hand in various directions to see the full design and layout of the piece.

 

Without looking up he addresses the younger male. "Where and from who did you get this?" Once satisfied with his examination he lets the hand go to focus on the other's face while waiting for a reply.

[MaryWeather]

Leo did his best to back away when Kaito leaned forward, but there wasn’t much room to escape his intense gaze. He was finally studying him up close, but once again the things the man said made no sense. What designs was he talking about? It wasn’t uncommon for these buyers to change their slaves to an aesthetic of their liking. Perhaps that’s what this man was mumbling about. But Leo couldn’t squash the feeling that maybe he had been wrong about Kaito. There was something nagging at him, telling him that there was more to him than what Leo was giving him credit for.

 

“What designs do you--oh!” Leo was cut short when his face was grabbed, and he immediately averted his eyes. He allowed Kaito to examine him and mumble strange things to himself, such as things in regard to “fit and ability.” The words only made Leo more nervous and he began to tremble in the man’s hand.

 

As the other examined him, Leo slowly turned his eyes back to the one in front of him, though he never once looked him in the eye. His attention was caught by the green stick hanging from the other’s mouth. Now that he had a closer look at it he knew it was definitely not a cigarette. The material looked like that of a gem, but why? Kaito only became stranger and stranger to him… He was about to open his mouth to ask what that thing was when his face was finally let go in favor for his hands.

 

“Y-you know your jewelry,” Leo joked as the man muttered on and on about his bracelet. Though his words were no comfort. Leo didn’t want him to change it and why would he even want to? Why did he care? Perhaps aside from buying sex slaves he had a hobby with jewelry. Even so Leo doubted he would ever trust the man enough to let him have his way with his bracelet.

 

Leo held his hand to his chest once it was free, as if that would protect his bracelet from the man in front of him. As Kaito’s gaze bore down on him, Leo couldn’t bring himself to look him in the eye. He instead kept his eyes on the green stick hanging lazily from the other’s mouth. “I got it in the ring. I mean… There was a man who would often come by and look at the progress of the slaves. He was incredibly nice. He gave me this bracelet; it’s the only present I've ever received. He was just… So kind. So I was hoping that he would…” Leo drifted off, lowering his gaze even farther down. As badly as he had hoped this man would be the one to find him, Leo couldn’t complain to his master about it. He was Kaito’s slave now and nothing would change that.

 

((ooc: sorry about the novels I write you! >.

[StainedCrimson]

Kaito nods at the joke not realizing it as such. "I should hope so considering that's one aspect of my business." Hearing the how of obtaining the bracelet, his gains turns a touch more curious. "That's interesting to hear. Not many care much for slaves or show them kindness." Settling back into his chair he removes the stick and waves his hand while holding it, treating it for all intents and purposes as if it were an actual cigarette, in a dismissive manner. "No need to worry about my taking it or changing it. That's not an interest of mine nor something I do unless specifically asked to."

 

Continuing on oblivious to the discomfort or disappointment the other was feeling about Kaito being his master, he addresses one key point about the bracelet though. "The only rule regarding it is that when I have you trying on my works it will be left off. Once you're done you'd be fine to put it back on." The hand still holding the emerald stick settles on the handrest between them, glinting in the captured light.

 

A frown faintly appears as another thought suddenly occurs to him. "I didn't see anything on your papers, but are you allergic to anything? Food or anything else that you know of?" It wouldn't do if once Leo was modeling and doing other stuff for him he had an allergic reaction and was put out of commission for a time. If that was the case he'd have to either go back to mannequins or hiring someone in to do it.

 

The thought of having to hire models again causes a deep frown as memories of the models trying to either make off with his creations, begging to have a piece for free, or trying to sleep with him. The disgusting leeches. At least that was one benefit of buying a person and having to keep them in his space. They wouldn't try to steal from him. Well, were less likely to anyway.

[MaryWeather]

“Business?” Sometimes Leo thought it wasn’t fair that these buyers knew everything about the slaves and the slaves knew nothing about the buyers. Putting the pieces together, Leo was able to figure out that Kaito had some type of jewelry business. “So you really do know your jewelry.” Leo chuckled, finding comfort in the fact that Kaito was interested in jewelry. Maybe Kaito was the one who made that strange emerald stick whose home was in his mouth.

 

It seemed Kaito was pretty aware that the sex trade industry was a rough one. "No one was nice. It was just him. But... You're pretty nice. I think." He couldn't have been all bad if he agreed not to take his bracelet, and the fact that he understood how people were so cruel in Leo's line of work.

 

As the conversation continued, Leo blinked at the one rule Kaito gave him. It was easy enough; Leo often took off his bracelet to hide it from those who might want to steal it. “So… I’ll be trying on your jewelry?” A warm smile found it’s way onto Leo’s face. For the first time in years he felt at ease. He was wary, yes, but the more he spoke with this man, the more it felt like abusing him was far from his mind. “That sounds like fun. I’d love to. I don’t mind taking off my bracelet for your jewelry.”

 

His eyes still on the emerald stick, he thought about the next question that was presented to him. Unfortunately… “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He was starting to wonder how useless Kaito thought he was. “I don’t think I have any allergies, but I don’t know for sure. We ate the same things all the time and we didn’t have any pets. Jewelry and metals, though… I don’t know if I have an allergy to them.”

 

He spoke as he kept his eyes on the stick, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. The last thing he wanted to do was get in trouble. Instead, he took the opportunity to ask his question. “Did you make that stick? It’s really pretty.”

[StainedCrimson]

"I know my jewelry." Kaito agrees though that's only the tip of the business he runs of course. Blinking at the comment it would be fun and the small man would love to wear his jewelry, first causes a look of blank confusion before a small pleased smile forms. "I'm pleased to hear that. Though my jewelry will only be one of various things you will be modeling for me."

 

His smile fades into another small frown at the response to allergies. "I see. That is irritating to hear but it will be a wait and see matter then that we'll deal with should it be necessary." Tapping his fingers holding the stick in a small show of his displeasure he murmurs to himself some more. "Metals should be fine for the part. I don't use cheap or highly mixed metals in my work, but the other materials and food... That will have to be watched."

 

The question posed by the other snaps him back to small slave beside him. "Hm?" Glancing down at the item in question he holds it up and twirls it absently. "I did. A simple but effective piece." Spinning it one final time he holds it out to the other. After all, it's not like Leo could run away with it. Besides that, there was probably little interest in keeping it with the smaller man anyway. He just saw something pretty and unusual and wanted a look. "I used to smoke, but decided to stop and this was an easy way to help end the habit."

[MaryWeather]

Feeling a bit more daring--or perhaps comfortable--with Kaito, Leo asked another question he normally would never pose to someone who was a buyer. “What other things will I be modeling?” Part of him wanted to ask if Kaito had even bought him for the typical purpose--sex. But Kaito didn’t even mention it. The very fact he was having a conversation with him made him different than the others.

 

Something else that made him different was the fact that he shared his things. Leo only stared at the stick before hesitantly accepting it. It was a gorgeous piece of work, clearly showing Kaito’s skills at jewelry making. “This is a good way to quit….” Leo could imagine it would be easy for a lot of people to quit if they carried around emerald in their mouths.

 

Leo wondered if the gem it was made of was real. It had to have been. Kaito even said he didn’t use cheap materials for his creations.

 

“It’s beautiful,” he said, handing Kaito’s stick back to him. “Thank you for letting me see it.” Realizing that it was unlikely Kaito would do anything to him on the plane Leo allowed sleep to fall over his exhausted body. “I suppose… We’ll be home soon. Won’t we, Mr. Kaito?” His eyes closed as he spoke and it only took a few moments before he was completely asleep.

[StainedCrimson]

"You'll model other creations I make that are more specialized." Figuring it would be best to not to overload his new companion with the specifics. Taking the piece back, it immediately goes back to its home in Kaito's mouth. "It helps and lasts longer. There's also an ancient belief that emerald helps with health and such."

 

He shrugs off the compliment and thanks. In all honesty there wasn't a big deal to thanking him for. Hearing the last question posed to him, Kaito's gaze slides over to glance at the exhausted boy. "Ah. We will. So get some sleep." Once satisfied the other was asleep and not likely to do anything needing his attention, he finally pulls out a sketchbook and begins to draw out the ideas that had flooded his mind earlier.

 

For the next few hours his intense focus is solely on getting the images down. Ignoring all else until finally with a solid snap he closes the book with a pleased sigh. "Now to just get home and work out the finer details and start making them." Putting the sketchbook in his bag that had been set on the floor, he finally looks over at the other to check him over.

 

Seeing that he's still sleeping, Kaito reaches over to brush some hair off of the nearly delicate looking face. "Well, he won't do for anything too bulky or intense but overall he should be near perfect." He mutters pulling back and removing the stick absently in the habitual motion that it is.

 

Looking at his watch he notices there's still a few hours left before they land. Feeling the hunger finally hit him he calls a stewardess to order himself and Leo some food. Waiting for it to arrive, he wonders if he should wake the other before the food comes.

[MaryWeather]

His dreams were pleasant, which was a rare thing. He dreamed of Kaito, and how the other would care for him and make beautiful pieces of jewelry for him to wear and show off. Unfortunately, the dream ended before it even began. Leo’s eyes fluttered open, and he yawned before glancing around, nearly forgetting where he was. His body was sore and he did his best to stretch, but the space in the plane was limited.

 

He rubbed his eyes, then finally after doing his best to adjust to a comfortable position and stretch his body he looked at the man next to him. “Have we arrived yet, Mr. Kaito?” He didn’t know how much longer he could take sitting in this plane.

 

Just when he thought he would lose his mind in this tight airbus for so long, he was sure he smelled something. Sometimes when he managed to wander the streets he would smell all sorts of foods that he knew he would never be able to taste. Perhaps now was his chance. Perhaps Kaito would treat him to foods he never once thought were attainable.

 

“A-are we…” Leo bit his lip before he could get the question out. There was a certain protocol when dealing with buyers, but so far Leo had broken some of those rules. Still, even he feared asking certain questions. Like questions related to food. As badly as he wanted to know if they were eating anything, he didn’t. He stayed put, playing again with his bracelet as he simply waited. Besides, even if they did receive food he was sure his food would be… Lackluster to say the least. It was how it always was.

[StainedCrimson]

Hearing Leo speak to him, Kaito's gaze slides from the window to the small form. "No. Not yet. You slept most of the way however so it'll be just another few hours." Reaching forward he lowers both of their trays and soon there's food set on them with some water. As with most plane food it's simple fare, but the sandwiches are fairly large and come with a fruit side and some chips.

 

"Eat. It's not much but should get you through until we get back home." Not waiting for a reply he begins to eat his own food, the green stick tucked away behind his ear for safe keeping. Eating steadily, the food soon disappears along with the liquid. Leaving the empty trash neatly piled on the main plate he then stands up.

 

Moving out into the aisle he pauses to look at Leo. "I'll be right back. I'm going to use the restroom. If you need to use it you can either follow me to see where it is and use it when I'm done, or wait until I'm back." That said he turns and strides down to take care of the needs that all seem to be hitting him at the same time.

 

After finishing, he leaves the room to head back to his seat. Pausing briefly outside of the restroom he looks to see where the small male is at before continuing on his way.

[MaryWeather]

It was amusing how Kaito felt that the few hours remaining on the plane was just that--a few hours. To Leo those few hours would stretch on for eternity. Perhaps it was just nerves that made him so aggravated at this plane or perhaps he truly did despise the things. The only way to find out would be to journey on a plane again, but really he hoped that would never happen.

 

He sighed heavily at his situation as he watched Kaito pull down their treys. His head tilted at the food that arrived, and he looked back and forth from Kaito to the delicious food in front of him, waiting for confirmation that he could enjoy it. When Kaito said nothing Leo dared to partake in the meal before him.

 

“Oh~” Leo couldn’t stop the gleeful gasp that came from him when he tasted the sandwich. His taste buds had never experienced something so wonderful. Everything was delicious. The fruit was moist and luscious, the chips were crisp and salty, the sandwich was filling and delectable. He ate a bit too quickly and nearly wanted to cry when he devoured all of his food. Even the water seemed to taste better than the water he got in the ring.

 

“Thank you,” he said to Kaito, even though he knew it wasn’t Kaito who cooked or even fed him, but it was him who allowed him to eat. That alone was a kind gesture to him.

 

He was about to thank him again when Kaito stood. He listened to the other man, nodding at his words. By now after all these hours he needed to use the restroom. 'Anyone would,' he thought. So he jumped up after Kaito, immediately losing his footing and grasping onto the chair next to him.

 

“Sorry,” he whispered to the person sitting in it as he made his way towards the restroom. He kept his eyes in front of him as he stumbled all over the aisle, accidentally grabbing chairs and arms and whatever he could to keep steady. With his mind completely focused on the task of simply standing he wound up getting tossed by a rather hard bump only to fall against Kaito, though he bounced back and fell on his bottom.

 

“Ow… Sorry….” he said again, looking up at Kaito. Who the hell could walk in this damn machine? The turbulence as the pilot called it was far too much for the boy to handle considering it was his first time experiencing it. “I umm…” Leo felt his cheeks burn red as he stood again, grasping onto the chairs next to him, not caring that the people in those chairs were staring at him. He wouldn’t let this plane defeat him… Or so he hoped it wouldn’t.

[StainedCrimson]

When Leo bumps into him and starts to fall back, his hand quickly goes out to grab and steady the smaller male. "It's fine. You need to distribute your weight more and be less tense." He instructs straightening the smaller male then leads him to the door of the restroom. "Go ahead."

 

With an internal sigh Kaito leans back against the nearby wall to wait. After all, he can't have his companion with his obvious first time flying jitters get hurt or have a mishap in the bathroom drawing attention to them. Then he'll get a nagging from the flight staff. That and as Leo's owner he's also responsible for taking care of him.

 

Out of the corner of his eye he can still see a few people shooting him odd looks in addition to glancing at the restroom door. "Tch." Biting down on his stick once it's back in his mouth he continues to ignore them while waiting.

 

When Leo finally comes back out, he motions for the other to walk ahead of him this time. "I'll watch you to make sure you don't fall on someone or onto the floor this time." After the younger finally starts to walk again, Kaito follows behind easily taking in the motions of the plane unlike his companion. To him it's almost soothing since he enjoys flying or being on boats.

[MaryWeather]

Leo gasped when Kaito caught him, at first surprised at his quick reflexes and then surprised at the fact he even bothered. Perhaps he actually meant him well. Perhaps he wouldn’t abuse him or hurt him or take advantage of him.

 

When Kaito set him upright again, Leo practically collapsed into the bathroom. It was hard enough to stand with all this turbulence, and now he had to figure out how to use the restroom. Thankfully, he managed. Before he left he splashed his face with water to calm himself down. He could do this. He could get through this terrible plane and then he could live with Kaito and model his jewelry for him… And hopefully not much more.

 

Leo walked unsteadily back to their seats, feeling a bit more at ease knowing that Kaito was behind him. He once again grasped the chairs of the other passengers tightly while he walked, and nearly threw himself into his seat once they made it.

 

“That was difficult,” Leo mumbled to himself. He glanced at Kaito, who was clearly unfazed by the tight plane, the turbulence, the crowded area. “You travel a lot then, don’t you? You seem to not be bothered by the plane.”

[StainedCrimson]

Easily and calmly sitting in his own seat, Kaito raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps the first few times it is, but after a time you get adjusted to it." Settling back in he nods to the second question. "Research for materials and ideas causes me to travel on a fairly regular basis. You'll be accompanying me for most or all of them. At least in the beginning."

 

As much as he would like to leave his newest housemate alone while he travels off for work, there's no trust there that the little male won't run off if left alone. Not that it would do him much good to try since he'll be in a place where the language isn't likely one he'll know. More than that, if he runs off someone will just catch him and either return him or try to sell him again.

 

"I should warn you" He suddenly decides to voice his thoughts as a warning and caution to the other "that should you try to run it won't end well for you. Not necessarily by my hand, but I doubt you'll know the language and as such you'll be a prime target to be captured by another ring to be sold off." Looking at the other to make sure his point is made, he continues. "As such, I wouldn't recommend going anywhere by yourself or with anyone I don't send with you personally."

 

That conveyed he looks at his watch again. "Excellent. We should be landing shortly and then we can go home and clean up. At the same time I can look you over and maybe have you try to model a few things for me. See how you do." Although he has a feeling that his slim slave is more than just slim by the feel he got when catching the smaller man earlier.

[MaryWeather]

So he would have to get used to being on a plane then? Leo nodded silently, already trying to settle within himself that this would become a regular thing. His unease with planes would have to disappear if he were to keep his sanity.

 

Though the unease he felt grew within him when Kaito became a bit more serious. It was this kind of warning he was expecting when he was first bought, but at the same time it wasn’t. Kaito sounded as if he cared for Leo and his safety. Perhaps he didn’t want to lock him up necessarily, but keep him away from people who would want to hurt him.

 

Leo shook his head, keeping himself from getting his hopes up that someone would actually truly care for him. Instead he heeded Kaito’s warning and tried to learn more about the place they were going. “I won’t know the language?” Leo turned his body towards Kaito and leaned closer, his curiosity overtaking any kind of ideas of politeness or protocol. “Where are we going then? I didn’t know we were leaving the country. I….” He drifted off. It wasn’t that he was attached to his country. He didn't get to experience much of it because of his time in the ring. But to think he was already so far away from the ring and would experience an entirely new culture… It was shocking.

 

“We’re almost there? Not much longer then?” He said eagerly, desperate to get off of this plane.

[StainedCrimson]

Nodding while turning to face forward again, he responds to somewhat. "It is very unlikely since I doubt you've ever left your country or that they would teach you other languages." Glancing at his watch again before looking back at Leo. "We're going to the far coast of China. Hence the long flight."

 

Leaning back the stick glints as it catches light while being moved aimlessly around in its owner's mouth. "I might have you dress in more traditional clothing for outings now that I think of it. Or at the very least in the home. They'd suit you though if you're not used to it they might be a touch constrictive... Maybe make some with a twist...?" He trails off as his mind wanders off with the new idea.

 

Depending on his form beneath the clothes a looser top so it's one-shoulder would be a good feature. Maybe asymmetrical in length? Or perhaps slits through them so flashes of his legs are seen... For once his thoughts slow down a bit as he examines the ideas a little more closely. A soft and low pleased sound comes from him as he nods. Yes. "That would be excellent." Not realizing he'd spoken aloud, he does note that the image gets him a little more interested in his slave as what he was originally being sold for. Sex.

 

As that thought dawns on him, the pilot's voice comes out of the speakers to inform them they were getting ready to land and to buckle their seat belts. "Alright. We're about there. Less than an hour to go until we're home." He makes sure Leo is fastened in then himself before the plane starts to descend.

[MaryWeather]

China? China? Leo opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. How could they have gone so far? Was Kaito Chinese or part Chinese? Did he speak Chinese? He had to if he lived there. Leo didn’t think he’d ever eaten Chinese food. He had never even seen Chinese food. He had some ideas of what the culture was like, but nothing solid.

 

China….

 

He wondered if this happened often. The leaders of the ring never said anything about where the slaves would be going. Were the other slaves taken all over the world? Did they travel with their new masters? He took a deep breath as he let this new piece of information sink in. He had so many questions for Kaito, but nothing would come out of his mouth.

 

Leo only half listened to the other man talk about what his new companion would wear, though Leo did hear him mutter under his breath. He glanced at him, wondering what he was possibly thinking. The way he said it… "That would be excellent."The slightly breathless tone. The huskiness in his voice. Leo had heard it plenty of times before. He had a good idea as to what his new master was thinking.

 

Leo huddled up in his chair, wrapping his arms around himself as the pilot announced their descent. The way down was just as difficult as the way up. Leo covered his ears as they felt like they were going to explode. He hated this. He just wanted out of this terrible plane and to feel his feet on the ground. He wanted to trust Kaito, but he was scared. Reality was hitting him and he was frightened. He whined quietly, but it didn’t take long for the plane to hit the ground. In just a few more moments he would be free from this prison only to walk into another one.

[StainedCrimson]

Seeing Leo huddle up, Kaito reaches over and taps him. "Feet down and sit straight. You risk being jolted around more otherwise." He corrects and makes sure that his instructions are followed. Once the plane lands and stills, he grabs his small bag after unbuckling himself. Standing up he takes hold of Leo's hand and starts walking to get them off the plane and into a taxi to get to his home.

 

As they go through the airport and out to where the taxis are waiting, he mentally goes through the different stock he has waiting that might suffice for his idea of day-to-day wear for his slave. Once in the taxi and the address given, Kaito settles back having settled on some materials and preliminary designs.

 

After about another forty minutes or so, they finally stop in-front of a two-story building. The lower portion clearly a store with large windows showcasing various items and jewelry in them and giving teasing views of the works inside. Paying the driver, Kaito then leads Leo around to the back where there's a staircase leading up to the second story. Unlocking it he enters expecting the other to be right behind him.

 

The inside reveals a sleek modern style with touches of traditional Chinese mixed in with wood and some patterns in addition to some artifacts decorating it. The floor plan is mostly open so the kitchen is seen from the door in addition to the living room area. Off to one side is a hallway that leads further back. "Come on. I only have one bedroom so you'll be sleeping there with me." Taking off he leads the way to the bedroom.

 

Opening the door reveals a large bed in an ironwrought frame on gleaming wooden floors with antique furniture, a large floor mirror and a double door that opens to a small balcony. "The bathroom is through this door." Setting his bag down on the side table, he goes and opens the door showing a large tiled room with a glass shower on one side and a large tub on the other.