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Truth is a Whisper; kusai_mikoto~
Topic Started: Jan 29 2010, 04:54 AM (2,685 Views)
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Life hadn't treated him that well, but in the Caldwell Estate, that was the norm rather than the exception. It was, perhaps, that the man who had grown up among such decrepit elders had managed to infect the place with such an aura that only the damned, helpless, pathetic, down-on-their luck individuals would come and work for him. It was almost a legend in the business. Of course, it never seemed to travel to ears that needed to hear it the most.

For instance, the master of the estate, Reginald Caldwell III, had inexplicably managed to go through five children ranging from ages twelve to fourteen, all boys, without so much as a peep from the police or a report from any of the staff. Not only was it the illegal and heinous act of rape with the disturbing taint of pedophilia, all of the boys were acquired through the process of the illegal sex trade. Slaves, more or less.

This was pretty much how he managed to get servants as well. He either made sure they were too stupid or apathetic to care about what happened to the wide-eyed victims behind closed doors or else they absolutely had to obey his orders for fear of the master not paying off substantial debts or selling them out to violent and dangerous persons.

Charles was one of the latter. He had lived as straight a life as one could, though he made the sad but fairly common mistake of falling in love with a girl he shouldn't have been involved with. She used him in the worst sense of the word and, in the end, her debt collectors and dealers came after Charles for the debts he had gotten into on her behalf. The poor man had barely touched a bottle of alcohol and he was suddenly in the hole for pounds of cocaine and heroine in less than two years. He'd had to run, though he made a valiant attempt to save her that wasn't appreciated since he was completely broke. He'd dropped out of college to work for her, but before his tragic downfall, the financial world was just beginning to notice him for his statistical and mathematical brilliance. Reginald certainly remembered and he fished Charles out of his hidey-hole and offered him a job with a lifetime price-tag attached. The man was in charge of his accounts, stocks, under-the-table deals, and he had to take care of the entire household since he had such a keenly organized mind.

In many ways, Charles was the best person who lived in the Caldwell estate, or at least to Simon that was so. He seemed to exude quiet strength and order with his tall, lean frame, black complexion, and shortly cropped hair and clean-shaven faced that he always kept up even in the worst of situations.

As for Simon, he was unlucky from birth. His mother was quite young when she got pregnant with him, but she'd lived in a middle class home with fairly conservative parents who just couldn't understand how their little 'angel' had turned into such a whore at fifteen. They thought that ostracizing her would be the best solution if she didn't want to give up her baby and thus kicked her inexperienced rear out into the street.

The problem was that she fit in a little too well. After she had Simon she regularly left him with whoever was in the hole of an apartment she had managed to get with some money from one of her boyfriends. She went through them at the rate of at least one a month as the men were just as fond of a quick fix as she was. She wasn't quite as into drugs as, say, Charles' old flame was, but she did like to have her fun. For her, it was mostly boys. She was addicted to sex, a fact that the young Simon couldn't help but notice when she'd bring men home. Sounds of delight, anger, rage, flesh hitting flesh, seemed to echo on loop through the apartment to the point where the young child would crawl into the neighbor's apartment just to get away from it when his mother so obviously didn't want to have anything to do with him. He learned quickly for a child who was so young.

To round off her skewed traits, Simone Caraway was a bit of a romantic as well as a nymphomaniac. She finally met the wrong guy who wanted to hit it big by moving halfway across the country and starting their own porn studio. Quite romantic. So she'd needed fast cash and had thus gone to a man who could help her, Simon in tow. He worked for none other than Mr. Reginald Caldwell III and saw the potential in a beautiful little blonde child whose mother was all too willing to sell him so that she could pursue her dreams.

So Simon was sold and brought in front of his 'Master'. Fortunately for him, the young master wasn't quite into three year olds and so made him the responsibility of none other than his new head of the house, Charles. While he was his greatest asset, Charles was also quite rebellious for a man whose very life depended on the 'civilized' monster who kept him. He took Simon in without question, as he'd always wanted to settle down with his girl and start a family (at least this was family-like) and started to educate him while the poor child had to work in a mansion so big that the child thought it was a whole new world compared to the three room apartment he had seen all his life before. He easily got lost, but no one expected too much from him, being as little as he was.

So he grew till seven, when Charles knew that he was starting to approach the 'danger zone' when Reginald might notice what exactly he had under his very nose. He'd had four years to understand his tastes and habits and prepared accordingly. It was a simple ploy that the servants who were worth anything morally played along with and the others just didn't care either way. Contrary to logic, Charles actually started bringing Simon in view of Reginald. At first, the man took no notice and then one day, months before Simon's eighth birthday (they celebrated it the day he came into the house since Simon didn't know his own) he called Charles over and asked about the 'angel' watering his plants.

Charles had only given his master a curious look and a cautious smile before he launched into the tale of one of Reginald's former drivers who had seen a mother at her wits end willing to sell her child. He'd mistakenly thought that Si would be to his tastes so he had bought the child up. Charles knew that Reginald, for all his luxuries, would never remember such an isolated incident as when the driver introduced the young child to him, and his estimates were spot-on. This particular point, that Simon belonged to him, piqued the man's interest even more. He inquired about Simon's age and then said it was "a pity that he wasn't a touch older". Charles laughed when he said that and when the master had given him a glare that would render weaker men incontinent, the butler straight-out lied and told his master that 'Simone' was a girl.

It was such a brilliant gamble because Reginald, while he had varied tastes in pretty boys, abhorred girls in every shape, form, size, and age. He'd recoiled at the thought and from then on hadn't given Simon more than a glance and shiver. Since Simon was a servant he always wore ill-fitting hand-me-downs that Charles managed to get for him so it wasn't as though he needed to dress him any differently. The child's pretty face was enough to make people mistake him for a girl in his daily life so it was an easily believed fabrication. His only concern was when Simon hit puberty, but he'd have to deal with that when it came. After all, he knew his own position was safe since he had Reginald in a financial chokehold, being the overseer of his accounts. The man wouldn't do anything too drastic to him when he learned the truth. Charles just wanted to preserve the lie until Simon was fifteen, the magical age when Reginald didn't care about his victims any longer. Fourteen was pushing it, but depending on the boy he could tolerate them but fifteen? Disaster.

So it was in this way that Charles preserved some of his charge's innocence. Simon wasn't a happy child by any relative sense of the term, but he was content and grateful that Charles took such good care of him. His problem wasn't Reginald so much as all of the other servants. It was veritable den of criminals who always picked on him since he was clearly the puniest and most defenseless. While Charles had to work all day in the upper offices of the mansion, he was the one who had to go between the different houses and see all of the congregations of workers and servants. He'd never tell Charles how much they bothered him.

Physically, Simon was mostly what you'd expect of a child who'd never had a decent meal. He was thin, always a bit overtired from physical work, and his clothes were worn and sagging off of his slender form. His dirty-blonde hair was cut just above his shoulders, Charles always asked one of the skilled maids who used to be a beautician to keep it long enough for him to comfortably work but not too short so he could keep up the androgynous facade. The boy's face was quite exquisite, as he had his mother's angelic features but not her eyes. His were something that must have come from his father, whoever he was. They were deep violet and usually clouded with pain, anxiety, and fear when he was among the workers in the Caldwell estate. Around Charles, though, they lightened a bit and the tension in his youthful face drained to resemble that of a normal child's when he got his lessons at night.

*****

Charles scoffed in disgust, causing Simon to pull on his hand and look at him with wary violet eyes. The tall man gave him a slight smile and pushed ahead, certain to never release his hand. They were in a crowd of spectators who were all half-thrown in shadow. Many of the men had their heads down as if they wanted to melt into the ground altogether to avoid detection. Charles, in his impeccable suit and leather coat, seemed an absurd sight, especially since he was pulling along what appeared to be a homeless child. The clothes were too worn to indicate anything else to the eyes of the men who followed Simon's progress.

"Charlie..." Simon started.

"Now's not really the time, Si," Charles said patiently.

"But...what exactly is this place? Is this were Mr. Caldwell gets his...er...?"

"Friends? Yes. Well, not always this place, but places like this."

"What a sick fuck."

Simon would have enjoyed Charles' chuckle had he not had to dodge to the right in order to avoid a wandering hand that had every intention of feeling his skinny rear.

Girls and boys were scattered into different groups on the floor, elevated and caged away from the general public as to prevent the merchandise from being stolen away without the proper payment. He saw children as young as six or so to about his own age, thirteen. The big difference? Well, he wasn't in a cage or in line to go onstage and he had clothes on. Ill-fitting clothes that always caused him to trip and make them filthier, but they were still covering his body. The children on state barely had anything on, though their hair and bodies were done up to the point where they must have had to sit hours under some artist's hand just to look so ridiculous.

"Hey. If it isn't Curtis, Caldwell's pain-in-the-ass lapdog," Said a man who was casually leaning against the stage and petting the head of a girl who was literally chained to the strap he held loosely in his hand.

"Just the man I needed to see," Charles started. His tone seemed even, but Simon could hear the venom. He'd seen Charles throw up after coming to places like this. This was Simon's first time and he could guess why the man had been so profoundly affected. He could see bodies moving together at the edge of his vision past the open doors to the 'back rooms' and he had refused to look to preserve his own sanity.

"What brings you here? Hoping to trade? I thought that Reginald liked fucking pretty boys." He gestured toward Simon with his free hand, jerking the girl forward by the collar. She didn't make a sound.

"He's my charge. We were out on a more...pleasant errand for Mr. Caldwell when he suddenly called me and said that there was an item he saw on your secured site that he absolutely had to have while we were still in route. Why he couldn't reserve it online and have me pick it up in the morning is beyond me..."

The man shifted with a lazy smile. The girl finally got some slack and she edged away from him as quietly as she could. Simon stared at the floor, feeling his eyes stinging slightly. Charles' grip had been uncomfortably tight on his hand since they'd left the car but now it was a comfort rather than just pain.

"You're talking about Mizu. The item of the night for collectors such as Mr Caldwell. Only someone of his standing's got the green for it. It's strictly in-store as I want my money up front and right away."

"Fair enough," Charles said, and he held out the briefcase he had held just as tightly to his body while they had their little walk to the stage out to the man.

"The driver said that the amount is $3000 above the asked price as a tip to you for the email."

The broker's grin only widened and he grabbed the case out of Charles hand and proceeded to count the money right in front of him. He forgot about his captive and dropped her leash. The girl tugged it her way and wrapped it around her hand. She sat down as close to the shadows of the stage as she dared and tried to give Simon a small smile when he raised his eyes to look at her again. He tried, but one wasn't forthcoming.

"It's all here. Give your master my regards, Curtis," the brother finally bellowed, thrusting his hand forward to shake with Charles. The black man kept his only free hand in his pocket and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

"Well? I haven't got all day. It's past Simon's bedtime and some of us have to work in the morning."

The sheer normalcy of that statement caused the man to laugh but he went past the stage and into the private, exclusive auction room to roughly grab the figure on stage, gesturing to the auctioneer that this one was already paid for. The men present in the room let out various noises and utterances of disappointment but it was all white noise to the broker's ears since he'd made the sell. His reputation was on the line.

"Here he is. Have a nice day," he said, forgetting all formality as he grabbed the case and slapped the girl's hand to get her leash back in his own hand.

Charles had called Caldwell in his absence and he was still on the phone, so Simon knew it was his duty to meet and greet. He kept his violet eyes to the floor, about shoe- level at first but then boldly raised them to the other child and held out his hand.

"You're with Mr. Caldwell like that man said, right? Then you're gonna be coming with us..."

((Ooookaaay. That was long. Seems kinda epic considering my first post in the original topic was like so:

Simon entered the strange building, a frown on his face and a red piece of paper clutched in his hand. He walked immediately up the the attendant on the inside and was met with a sickly smile. They all knew what the customers wanted, Simon wanted to throw up at the thought of being put in that category. He was here for his master's wishes, not his own. Simon thrust the piece of paper at the man and spoke in his strangely melodious voice.
"I am here to pick him up in place of my master, he saw the picture and couldn't pass the oppourtunity up."


So basically the exact same thing happened, I just put a lot of backstory into it XD. If you'll notice, I aged Simon down significantly because after recalling I killed him it seems really silly to try and go through that again unless I just really want the drama. This way they'll grow up together whenever we do a QUANTUM LEAP through time. I'm changing his base personality from what it was, trying to make him a bit more consistent but he's kind of a dual character since he has a part of him that grew up as right as he could and the other that has all this resentment.

I also have a plethora (plethora) of useless art of Simon but for now I'll just give you him at 13:

Baby Simon.

I hope this is alright. I'm trying to do a spectacular job to get our ire up for this! But I've noticed all new posts I've made lately are all this long. I just keep writing more and more and more XD))
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And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't;
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
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He was a thin, pale creature with startling red-purple eyes that shone in the dim lights of the auction house. His hair was ankle length the color of obsidian with sakura blossom pink streaks throughout that looked as if they were starting to turn a deeper red toward the ends. He stood at about 4'5, though the shoes he was wearing made him a few inches taller.

His ears were slightly pointed, telling of the non-human blood that coursed through his veins. If he was too open his pale mouth you would notice his canine teeth were slightly sharper then a normal humans. His nails were cut short, but were sharp, much like claws that also spoke of his heritage.

This was Mizuno Kage, a shadowed water spirit that had been specifically bred for an owner who when he hadn't come out as expected had given him over too the slave trade. He was 13 years old, his hair falling into those red-purple eyes as he sat in a room, having his hair done up in hair sticks.

His father had been a japanese river spirit, a kappa named Iberu, who had been forced to breed with a succubus/shadow spirit named Esle. He'd been born of that forced breeding, but while his "breeder" had wanted him too come out with the sexual drive of his mother he'd taken much more after his father, though he wasn't a man eater by any means.

His name came from the fact that he was the child of a shadow spirit hybrid and a river spirit. Mizuno Kage, it literally meant Water's Shadow. Though he was only 13 his abilities had already started to develop and he had proven to be difficult to handle at times.

Now as he sat, being made-up for the auction he sighed, hair held up now as the artist went to work on painting his nails a dark red in color, to match his already red painted lips. He was dressed in a wa-loli esque costume, a hip length kimono top in deep red with a black bell like skirt that fell to mid-thigh that had red lace on it. He had on black rocking horse shoes that added height to his small figure and thigh high red fishnets that accented his thin small legs.

He was the prize of the night and as the artist finished with him he looked at himself in the mirror a haunted look in his red eyes as he stood carefully to his feet, a red silk and leather collar around his neck, embroidered with a wave pattern with some lace on the edges and a single ruby stone hanging from the tag that had his name on it. His leash was made out of a soft leather with ruby red embroidery upon it as well. If nothing else he was always dressed up fancy for those that wanted him.

Mizu sighs as he's led to the stage, standing there, looking out over the people as he sighs, pouting a bit as he sits down on a stool, blinking as a few minutes laters he's led to the back. Mizu tilts his head, looking at Simon through those red eyes.

" Hmm, I suppose," murmurs Mizu, taking Simon in as he tilts his head, eyes half lidded. " Mr. Caldwell,..so that's my new owners name I take it?" Mizu sighs, raising a hand to remove those hair sticks, allowing his hair to fall down as he looks at Simon once more through those piercing, haunted eyes. " And who are you?"
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Simon had never seen anyone like Mizu before, and he'd been introduced, casually, to Caldwell's other victims before when Charles had kindly asked him to keep them company whenever he was supposed to be in charge of them. Those boys were usually either too strung out to talk or else tried to plead with Simon for help escaping but they always seemed like little kids playing dress up against their will. Mizu had that general sense but it was more than just his theatrical appearance. It was unnatural but in a manner Simon couldn't comprehend with words, so it was down to the 'just a feeling' category again.

Simon let his hand fall back at his sides and he looked painfully back toward the floor. Maybe he wasn't ready for this, but he didn't have much of a choice. Unfortunately, he'd heard part of Charles' conversation with Reginald earlier and the other man was clearly getting his revenge on his servant for the man having the nerve to bring a 'girl' into his sight so often. Charles had been as oppositional to it as he could but the clues all pointed to the fact that Simon was supposed to take a more active role in dealing directly with his sex slaves.

The young man got the courage to lift his head again and he tried a small smile. It worked this time but it felt hollow, but he was just trying to put on a good face for the other child's sake.

"I'm Simon. I uh...work at Mr. Caldwell's estate. Always have as long as I can remember. This is Charlie...Charles Curtis. He has to take care of the house and stuff..."

He'd asked about their master and Simon's overtaxed brain struggled for any information. "You were asking about Mr. Caldwell. I'm afraid I don't know much. His family's rich and they er...own a business or something I think. I don't really get to hear about it but then I'm a kid so no one would bother to talk to me about things like that. Oh but Charlie takes care of his accounts for him. He's a total egghead."

"Thank you so much for the compliment, Si," Charles said after he'd ended the call. He put his cell in his coat pocket and got down on his knee to get on Mizu's level. His face was rather impassive but he'd had to steel himself against emotional attachment to kids like this long ago.

"You're Mizu Kage? You have the look in your eyes that says I won't need to explain to you the sort of role that you're going to play in the estate. But there is one thing I'd ask of you. Don't hesitate to ask for me or Simon if he gives you the option of a personal servant but please...this sounds odd to say right off the bat like this, but please pretend that Simon is a girl in Mr. Caldwell's presence."

Simon shook his head and grabbed Mizu's hand. "It's alright, Charlie. You shouldn't ask him to do that." The last boy had threatened to tell him when Charles had asked, out of spite for the man wanting to save another child over himself. Of course, Charles didn't know the kid from any other and he was looking out for Simon but the gesture hadn't been appreciated. In the end, the only reason Mr. Caldwell hadn't known was due to the fact that he'd tried to run the next day and was sold off before he'd had the chance to speak to the master again.

"Anyway, can we leave, Charlie?"
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And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't;
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
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Mizu tilts his head, eyes half lidded as he sighs, a strange expression on his face. " Ah, well he'd have to be a rich one wouldn't he," murmurs Mizu softly as he tilts his head. " I don't know much, but I know non-humans don't go for cheap on the market..."

Mizu tilts his head, listening to Charles as a smile plays at his red painted lips. " Not a problem, I can do that," murmusr Mizu, grinning as he looks toward Simon, his hair falling into his eyes as he raises an eyebrow. " How do you do Ms. Si? It's quite pleasent outside from the small amount I saw and it believe the moon should be rather full. You wouldn't like to go on a pleasent walk under that moonlight would you?" Mizu grins, tilts his head as a he giggles. " Don't worry, if he's a girl for now then he's a girl for now...if you tell me to pretend he's a monkey I'll do that as well..."

Mizu sighs, a strange far off expression on his pale face as he looks at Charles, those red-purple eyes just taking in the other for a moment. " You're in my bubble," murmurs Mizu after a moment as a smirk plays at his lips. " Don't get too close...I might just bite..." Mizu grins wide showing those sharp canine teeth as he sighs.
" Well, we might as well get out of here...the atmosphere's making my blood sing...I'm rather hungry and I doubt either of you wanna become yum-yums." Mizu smirks, looking toward Simon as he tilts his head, eyes half lidded. " If you're a girl perhaps a dress would be in order...you're reaching that age and all..." Mizu stretches, his leash hanging over his shoulder as he grins.

" So, I might get a servent of my own?" murmurs Mizu, giggling as he tilts his head, acting rather cocky as his tongue trails out to lick his red painted lips. " I guess I wouldn't mind having a "girl" be my servent, just as long as they don't try to do my make-up. I can do that myself..."
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((Oh Mizu. He's a bit wise beyond his years, isn't he XD? ))

Simon really wanted to ask about the 'nonhumans' part of Mizu's earlier utterance but Charles had interjected into the conversation before he'd had the chance. He knew Mizu looked a bit odd but he was implying that he wasn't human...actually he was more or less just saying it. It clicked in Simon's mind even though he'd never heard of such things. Maybe it had something to do with these shady places.

Charles got to his feet when Mizu mentioned that he was in his 'bubble' and he gave the young man an apologetic nod.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. But I sincerely thank you for your understanding with Simon. I've been raising him since he was a young child and...I don't want to see what happened to the other children happen to Simon. I know it's selfish."

Simon didn't say anything to that, but he did take Mizu's words into account and he dropped the other boy's hand. He had taken it without thinking since Charles had had to let him go when he'd answered the phone.
"Er...sorry Mr. Mizu. I was in your bubble too."

He'd been nearly beaten by the lady who used to be in charge of the 'boys' when he was nine for using the kid's first name and that particular incident made itself present in his head every time, hence the 'mr'. Apparently they needed to be shown the utmost respect by the servants but it still felt weird to call someone his own age 'mr'. He released Mizu's hand and stepped away but more questions came to mind when the other young man spoke again.

"You're hungry? If you'd like I can get you something when we're back at the estate. Mr Caldwell's...boys aren't allowed in the area of the estate with the kitchen."

"We can worry about that once we're out of here," Charles said. He turned and saw that the nefarious crowed had grown since they came in and a number of them had their eyes on Mizu. He glanced at Mizu but didn't want to be so crass as to take his leash.

"If you wouldn't mind, Mizu, would you grab onto Si's arm if that suits you best? I wouldn't want someone to grab you on the way to the door."

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And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't;
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
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( He always has been, he's also become a bit of a smart-ass...)

" It isn't a problem," murmurs Mizu, shrugging as he tilts his head, eyes half lidded as he smiles slightly. " Unlike some your presence isn't unwelcoming, I don't mind if either of you are in my bubble...too a point." Mizu tilts his head at Charles words as a strange expression overtakes his face. " That isn't selfish at all. It's a natural emotion to want to protect those you love...human or not." Mizu yawns, those sharp teeth showing as he giggles at Simon's words.

" The name is Mizu or Mizuno or if you must Mizu-kun, but I am not and never will be a mister anything," murmurs Mizu as he smiles toward Simon. " Hmm, and you can be in my bubble. If it was bothering me you would have known..." Mizu smiles slightly, those red-purple eyes seeming to nearly glow in the low lights of the auction house.

Mizu looks once more toward the crowd, a low hiss escaping his lips as his slightly pointed ears twitch, watching them much like a predator for a silent moment. " I suppose you could say I'm hungry," murmurs Mizu softly in response to Simon's question. " I'm the child of a succubus/shadow spirit and a kappa...not exactly beings known to be pleasent toward humans. For a matter a fact kappa's think human's taste plenty good, but I'm not too taken with that concept...humans don't look very nummy."

Mizu listens to Charles words, nodding as he moves to grab onto Simon's arm as he grins. " Well then, lets get out of here. If I stay much longer my bloods really gonna start singing," murmurs Mizu softly.
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Simon guessed that he was more comfortable with him because he was a kid and clearly not in any sort of powerful position. That made them more like equals and it was indeed ridiculous for Simon to add the Mister to his name. He nodded, feeling a little uncertain about it in the moment. Well, he could always avoid calling to Mizu in front of the others and if it came to it.

"Alright, Mizu. I'll try to stick to that," Simon said. He was unfamiliar with Japanese honorifics and would feel a little stupid to ask what -kun meant. He could tell that Charles was already fond of Mizu for the simple fact that he understood and accepted why he wanted him to keep up their charade. It was important to Simon too. He couldn't see a future in the estate, but he also didn't want to be used and tossed aside like the others. He didn't wish that fate on anyone.

He started a bit when Mizu gripped his arm as he hadn't expected him to follow the instruction so quickly. Charles took his hand again and they made a sort of three-person train through the sea of corrupt humanity all the way to the door. Charles led them out of the exclusive auction site, past a few dark alleyways where additional shadowed figures whimpered in the dark, to the car where the driver had long since fallen asleep.

The man rapped on the glass sharply, making the driver swear and suddenly sit up at attention. He unlocked the doors and Charles opened the back before he climbed into the passenger seat. Simon guessed that he wanted them time to get acquainted and having a full grown adult around might make that a little more awkward. Simon was glad, mostly because he was glad for the opportunity to speak with Mizu a little longer. He was so fascinating and more open than the other 'slaves'.

He sat with his back to the glass that separated the front of the car to the small, limo-like area that made up the rest of it. It should have tipped them off that Calwell had sent the limo to pick them up. He wouldn't have his little dolls wander around in anything but the best and that went right down to transportation.

He pulled up his shirt so that his narrow shoulder was covered again, pushed his blonde hair behind an ear, and looked to Mizu again.

"So...we're off I guess. At least I can think in here. That place was so stifling and...evil," he said, making the last word as soft as possible.
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And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't;
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
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Mizu smiles, eyes half lidded as he sighs softly a strange expression on his face for a moment as he thinks to himself. He'd never really been around others his own age before, they were always older then him so he wasn't the best at interacting with those his own age. He could deal with speaking with adults, unlike some slaves having a least a rough education of sorts, being able to read and write and he could play simple music on the piano.

" And what would you prefer I call you?" murmurs Mizu in response to Simon's words as he smiles. " Charles calls you Si...but is that too familiar? I've never really been around anyone my own age...so I'm sorry if I'm rude or awkward or say something that just doesn't come across well." Mizu blushes, as they are led out of the auction house, holding his hair sticks in his hand as he keeps a tight grip on Simon's arm until they are out of the auction house. " Hmm...much better..." Mizu smiles, looking up at the moon as those red-purple eyes seem to glow as he breathes out, seeming to relax more. " So much better..."

Mizu blinks as he see's the limo, giggling at the fact that Charles has to awaken the driver, climbing inside of it once it's open as he sits down, his knee's pressed tight together as he smiles as Simon.
" Well if you're playing at being a pretty lady...I could teach you how to be more convincing if you want," murmurs Mizu, tilting his head as he licks his lips slightly. " I've always wanted a lady in waiting don't you know?" Mizu giggles, moving to tuck his hair back up in the sticks as he stretches. " Evil...that place? Not really...I've seen worse...that place is tame in comparison to some places." Mizu gets a far off look after that statement pulling at a loose strand of hair down by his cheek as he looks at Simon for a silent moment.
" White or Blue?" It was a random question, pulled out of thin air by the shadowed water spirit, but he actually was curious as too what Simon would say. If he was going to help the other too become an even more convincing girl he'd have to get planning.
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Simon was surprised at the other boy's sudden suggestion that he could help him be more ladylike. That would certainly help the charade, but Charles had seemed to think it good enough that he kept his hair at a fairly short length (though if he really wanted to go over the top he'd make Simon grow it out and do ridiculous things with it, something that the maid had lamented because she said Simon's hair, while it could do with lightening, was silky and fun the play with) He was curious though, to see what Mizu could teach him. He did so want to avoid detection.

"Call me? You can call me what you're most comfortable with" He said once they were safely in the vehicle. He managed an actual smile and then looked toward the ceiling as he rattled off the names he'd been called over the years.

"Charlie calls me Si, Aubrey makes it Si-si, the maids and cook call me Simon, a few of the boys go with Caraway, and a lot of the guy adults will say anything. Some of the more popular ones are skinny, fag-face, jailbait, bastard, kid, freak, slave kid, and bitch just to name a few...though I'd prefer to be called something nicer. But you can do what you'd like with that." He said, laughing slightly at the fact the so easily remembered even the more scathing names.

He had decided to take what advice he could from Mizu, especially since it seemed a great way to get to know him better. Maybe he'd get a friend after all.

"I don't know about the 'pretty lady' part but I would like help with it...I think it would just be better if I was as convincing as possible in case Mr. Caldwell decided to take a good look at me again. He tends to get forgetful and I'm always afraid since he's been calling Charlie up with me more often that he's getting suspicious." He shivered and wrapped his arms around his body as the man's eyes, the slimy way he'd looked at him as though an organ for sight could leave trails of filth as they'd climbed his body.

"Color? I guess I'd say white. Charlie says it's so simple of me, but it's always been my favorite color. It's the combination of all the other colors after all. "
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And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't;
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
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" Then I'll say you Simon," murmurs Mizu, eyes half lidded as he smiles. " Perhaps if I get too know you better I'll start calling you Si after a while." Mizu sighs, flattening out a few wrinkles in his skirt as he smiles. " As for those nasty names...I've heard my fair share but I'd rather not repeat them, they are not pretty words." Mizu tilts his head, brushing that strand of hair out of his eyes.

" Oh I'd be more then happy to help," murmurs Mizu as a slight smirk plays at his lips. " It'd be fun too see how girly I can get you too look with some better fitting clothes and a bit of make-up." Mizu grins, tilting his head as he giggles. " Though I suppose if we want to go all out we'll have to get Charles to go buy a bra or two..." Mizu just smirks, tilting his head in thought. " So I guess if you like white we'll have too see how a cute little white dress looks on you. I'm more taken with darker colors myself like dark reds and blacks, and dark blue." Mizu stretches a bit, knee's still together as he tilts his head in thought for a silent moment.

" Don't you worry I'll make sure the master isn't none the brighter too the fact you're actually not a girl," murmurs Mizu as he winks at Simon, giggling as he smiles. " You'll be my cute little lady in waiting if I get a choice in the matter." Mizu smirks, already having plans of playing dress-up with Simon as he giggles, those purple-red eyes seeming to nearly glow. " It'll be nice having someone my own age around. Old people are ok, but they get boring after a while!"
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Simon pulled his legs up to his chest and glanced out the window. He was getting a little self-conscious around Mizu now that things were a little more relaxed. Despite his position in life, Mizu talked as if they were just two kids (strange kids for boys as far as he could guess) just sitting around and talking. Though he longed for the experience it was a bit, new, and Simon tended to get shy around people he actually liked if he didn't know them too well.

"You like vivid colors then. They suit you and your hair's so nice. I've never been able to do much with mine, not that I've had the time to really try much," he said, wrapping a soft dirty blonde strand around his finger and watching as it momentarily curled then fell back toward his ears.

"I doubt Charlie would want to go that far, but I think anything toward our eventual goal would keep him satisfied. Better to have me have an odd adolescence then get...well to be frank, fucked and then fucked up." He used the phrase that one of the crasser ladies who was daring enough to work in Caldwell's personal wing had said when he'd asked as a somewhat naive younger child about what happened to the boys when they went into the rooms for the evening.

"I've always wanted to talk to someone my age too...the other boys though they were either mean or too scared to ever want to talk to me. But I have a really good feeling about you Mizu," Simon said, managing a smile again. He couldn't explain it, but he did get 'feelings' from time to time, like a strange source of light deep in his chest and he could tell after speaking with someone sometimes if they were going to be very nice or...not so nice. It went completely black whenever he was around Mr. Caldwell, a fact he hadn't told to Charlie because the man already knew full well what he was like.
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So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
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" Hmm...vivid I would say more depressing colors if anything," murmurs Mizu softly as he twists a strand of dark and pink hair around a thin finger. " Black is the color of nothingness, of the night, of death...red is the color of blood, of life and death at the same time and blue is water...water is life...white is purity...white is blankness which is different from nothingness...white is the beginning...black is the end..."

Mizu tilts his head, that haunted look in his eyes as he looks out of the limo's window. He was silent for a few minutes, a strange expression on his face as he listens to Simon.

" Fucked and then fucked up...a very literal statement..." whispers Mizu, his voice sounding distant and haunted as he sighs softly.
" Very much a literal and true statement..." Mizu sighs, tilting his head a bit, looking at Simon through half-lidded eyes for a silent moment as a strange expression overtakes his face, the shadowed water spirit holding his hand out before him for a moment as he just stares at Simon for a moment.

" Good feelings about me?" murmurs Mizu, a slight smile playing as his lips as he eyes Simon for a silent moment. " What do you see when you see me?" It was a simple enough question, though Mizu wanted to know the others answer. " I see gold-white around you...very strong bright gold-white..."
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Simon nodded but then decided to speak his mind in response to Mizu's answers. That's what friends did, right?

"That's one way of looking at it, I think. But they also represent all sorts of things. Black can also mean an end and you can't have beginnings without something ending. Both can be good and bad. I've always thought of red as vital and passionate and blue...calming. Water can drown you but at the same time we're all partially made of water and we need it to live."

He wondered why he felt the need to defend the view he'd intended when he had brought up the colors that Mizu had in his personal attributes and outfit. He refrained from commenting further on matters concerning Mr. Caldwell and his slaves. He wasn't avoiding it completely, it was just he couldn't figure out anything hopeful to say to Mizu on that particular front knowing full well what he had been bought for. He could only hope the other would be alright. It made him feel wretched to think he was asking Mizu to help him escape the fate he was essentially damning him to not completely due to his own avoidance but he couldn't help but feel guilty about it.

He was interested when Mizu said that he saw something around him. His vivid purple eyes turned to focus on the other young man and he sat up a bit, unfolding himself to lean a bit closer to the other boy.

"You...see something? Do you always see things with other people? I couldn't say I 'see' anything around you per se, more like something tangible internally reacts when I see you. It's like...almost like a warm vibration I feel in the middle of my chest that makes me calmer and almost, elated. I feel a little light-headed actually but in a good way,"' he said. "Does that...make sense?"
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And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
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" Everyone has different views and opinions I've found when it comes to colors," murmurs Mizu, smiling as he tilts his head in thought. " Red is a passionate color...it's my personal favorite...a blue has always calmed me...I used to always have a blue room so I wouldn't go bonkers on my keepers..." Mizu sighs, tilting his head as he grins. " I was a real rascal as a little thing...when my blood traits first starting stirring lots of people got bitten." Mizu giggles, smirking as those fangs flash as his eyes seem to glow as he looks at Simon.

" Yes, I see an aura of sorts around you. I can see them around most people, some stronger then others and yours is rather bright," murmurs Mizu, tilting his head as he smiles slightly. " Luckily it's not the type of aura that makes my blood sing...it's darker aura's that make my kappa half want to come out and eat...though it's usually overridden by the shadow spirit from my mother..." Mizu tilts his head, listening to Simon's words for a silent moment.

" That makes sense," murmurs Mizu, smiling as he tilts his head to the side, a far off look in his eyes as he sighs softly. " How long until we get there? This is starting to get REALLY boring...and cars make me a bit sick..."
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Simon had to agree that there would be as many interpretations of colors as there were people to make them. It was interesting though how he and Mizu seemed to have vastly different ones when put right together. He brushed his hair aside again as he hated fiddling with his clothes and was still a bit too nervous to not have something to do with his hands.

"So do you feel unaffected when you see me? That's certainly better than...er 'making your blood sing'. You're an odd guy, Mizu, but I think that we'll definitely get along."

He laughed when Mizu voiced his boredom. "Sorry for being a bore. The Caldwell estate is fairly removed from the rest of the city from what I can tell. It makes it more difficult for reporters and even cops to hang around undercover because there's nothing around for miles and miles. So they try to come in as delivery people, boyfriends and girlfriends to staff, and repairmen. It barely ever works. Charlie's a bit too smart for them. So is Master Caldwell when it comes down to it."

He fell into silence for a few minutes and pressed his hands against the windows as familiar gates finally came into sight. He pointed toward the hulking manor in the distance and turned his gaze toward Misu again.

"That's it. Caldwell Manor. The facade of it anyway. There's a forward manner where he conducts all his business and sleeps whenever there are guests in the house. The section in the back is very simplistic in appearance, much less pomp to the building itself but it's where he really lives. it goes pretty far underground too...you'll be limited to the back estate but it's like a small palace unto itself. He keeps all the wings in perfect working order. Marble floor, sculptures and paintings lovingly stolen from the Louvre, the works. I've worked there since I was a kid but I get the chance to go to the facade when necessary. "

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So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
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