Slave (07-GHOST, Frau/Teito.K, #4)
Title: Slave
Author/Artist: Rated Black ( wolvezgurl)
Pairing: Frau and Teito Klein
Fandom: 07-GHOST
Theme: #4 - Our Distance and That Person
Warning: Look, this is yaoi (in another words, it’s boy love - Boy on boy.) so readers, kindly read at your own risk.
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Teito Klein never thought that one day, he would actually be ‘free’ from the military. Nor did he ever think there would be a chance for him to wander around a city, together with freedom. It was practically, impossible. As trained, and brought up, as a slave to kill, other than bringing himself to combat, there was obviously nothing else he can do or accomplish. Or so, that was how he was taught.
Everyone would not stop bothering him. He found it almost impossible to breathe and he could not stop his feet from running away, slowly hiding his scent, even footsteps. He wanted so much to vanish without leaving any traces of himself from his current location. The people around were starting to make him feel uncomfortable, out of place.
“Don’t just hide your presence and footsteps and run around, damn brat.”
F-Frau-
Nothing was wrong with him, surely. Teito Klein was just not used to having himself in crowds, that’s all. He was caged, leaving him a nowhere to start with. Years ago, he awoke with no memories of his past. The military had given him shelter and food. The route his master had prepared for him kept him loyal to whatever he was claimed as. Memories, no one would ever think a prince should have, were forced into his life. And because those memories were made real, he always treated himself nothing more than a tool for combat.
“What’s that?” Teito asked curiously while witnessing the perverted Bishop hand over some plates to the shopkeeper in exchange for sweets.
Frau looked the ex-slave in disbelief, “What kind of sheltered kid were you?” Shoving the lollipop into Teito’s mouth, the blonde continued bored-ly, “Anyway, it’s fine if you don’t use money. It’s overrated. Here.”
A combat slave, does not need those. As long as fights were won, and blood was shed in a single slice, they would be loved. The especially high-ranked, in another word the strongest, slaves get whatever they wanted or needed. Life there was just that graded and stereotypical. And then, money was nothing.
“Sir, the one with you cannot enter.” Those eyes. Stubborn emerald orbs glared on as the person before him continued, tonelessly, “An un-bought, chained slave will bother the other customers.”
Slaves.
Frau’s eyes were set stern, “Such zealous place.”
Teito’s eyes were however, a different story altogether, fierce and determined when he destroyed the chains around Capella’s wrists with a single pull. His voice boomed with an attitude, “The chains are removed. Can he enter now?”
“... Master...” Capella was glad, tears of joy trailed down his innocent face.
Teito felt something within his heard tighten when Capella called him a master. And even though he understood why the young slave resorted to it, he couldn’t help himself from snapping with seriousness. He did not want the Capella to live on a life like his.
“Capella! We aren’t masters! And you aren’t a slave anymore!” Teito’s voice softened as he continued on, “We don’t oppress other people. People are born to fulfil their dreams, and be happy...”
“We aren’t selling you anywhere. You can decide what you want to do on your own from now.” Frau spoke, in a voice so gentle it made Teito’s heart leap, “You’re free.”
Free.
Yes, they were free. Both Capella and Teito were free from their lives they were supposed to live before. And Frau had been the only one, for them. To them, he saved them from the darkness which had plagued their lives for so long. That person, no Death God, made sure every single word he said or blurted, saves them from drowning. The distance between was just that, unreachable.
“Boss! Take a look at this brat!” One of the Slave Traders lifted Teito’s chin up and inspected enthusiastically, “Top-graded green eyes, and his pretty face is a complete bonus!”
His eyes silted. To him, there would only be one master whom he would truly appreciate and bow to. If they think he was a normal slave material, that would be their deadliest mistake, ever.
“T-This guy is a combat-use slave!” He felt a hand on his lower back, examining his tattoo which marked his forever-etched status.
“It’s rude to stare.” Teito added, coldly.
It did not take them much time to clean up the whole street of Slave Traders. Frau was not in a good mood either, that night. Teito wonder why was that.
“... That guy. Ayanami. He would definitely come for you.” Frau’s aura turned almost murderous at the thought of that man, “By that time, I would kill him.” He’s voice was low, as if swearing off on his scythe would make anything better.
Teito had always thought of himself as a cursed child, someone incapable of loving others around him. Yet so, Capella made him realised, there was hope after all. And Frau-
His mind always messes up at the thought of that certain, perverted Bishop. So much so even by staring at the napping face of the latter, something strange would arise at the tip of his hair ends. It was different from his previous master. The feelings he had for this current, were beyond words of expressions. Words were not able to bring out how much heartfelt lies he made while debating with his inner self.
“Frau...” His voice was quiet. His lean body crawled towards the sleeping form of the blonde God and cuddled himself into the cold, stiff body of his master. He could feel Frau’s still breathings against his ears and it still tickled the same way it did, the first time he got so close to Frau. If there was such thing as forever, he never wanted to leave this person’s side ever.
“Kid?” Frau yawned, “What is it?”
“Will you kiss me?” Teito mumbled, his face rested tiredly on Frau’s bare chest.
Rolling his eyes tiredly, Frau answered drolly, “No, damn brat. Save that for the one you love the most.”
Frau was fast asleep almost immediately after the little conversation they had. The brown-haired teen lifted his lips to the latter’s cold, stony lips and planted a short lingering kiss. I love you the most, pervert.
And they all say - Masters who offer love, breed slaves who respects. And the opposite, revenge.
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Story setting: I have used manga chapter 27 here. Something about how Frau wanted to kill Ayanami for the thought of snatching Teito away from him, makes my cheeks flush warmly. It was so obvious there was more to it, with the determination he had. And, for once, this theme was hard. I’ve considered Mikage, Hakuren, even Ayanami to be that person. I discarded all the other ideas because I thought Capella was so similar to Teito he was given credit for, and Frau had been really gentle towards both of them.
I appreciate reviews/comments, and without them I would not be able to improve. So, I would like to thank all my reviewers from the last chapter. And if you’re still with me, I hope this chapter was satisfying too. Thanks a lot for staying with it till the end.
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