(Male! Reader's P.O.V )
I stood in a line. A line of men and women just like me, men and women who were worked to the bone and for what? Well we're all slaves, born and bred to work for masters that may or may not treat us right.
For us life is all about luck.
"No, too hairy" A man, of high class, walked down the line of us. Looking at the prices hung around our necks and looking at our stature before he made a decision. He was four people away from me and without this man even in front of me I could feel his demanding aura, one that no one can go against. "Hmm" The man now stood in front of me. His build muscular and sculpted from the hands of the gods themselves. His white hair sending shivers down my spine and his eyes demanding and looked as if they wished to consume me. I shifted my gaze away from him, my knees feeling weak from his presence alone, he roughly grabbed my chin bringing our faces close together "Look at me" His voice demanded, I let out a worried sigh and dared to look him directly in the eyes. He smiled then forced me to the ground, this is how they claimed their slaves "The Master will like this one" I was then taken by my new master's body guards and they paid for me.
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My new master, sent three men who only purchased two of us. I looked at the other one he purchased, he seemed weak and worthless as if there was nothing this boy could do... but I'm practically the sams. He wore his short black hair not parted in any special direction and he had his left eye covered by an eye patch.
"What's your name?" I asked him quietly
"My Previous master called me Ken... he was good to me, but then he died" The kid spoke softly
"I'm sorry to hear that Ken," I softly said "My previous master called me (First Name)".
"Quiet back there" One of the men yelled as he hit the thin piece of glass separating us from them.
The drive was long and I fell asleep a few times, due to being awake for two days straight waiting for a new master. We arrived at a giant mansion, there was even a plot of land that had several homes for Slaves, of all build, and color. As we headed towards the main house, which was so big we could spot it back at the slaves quarters, the man who purchased us stepped out.
He came back and allowed us to be free of chains and then he ordered us to walk behind him. We followed him into the house, we saw the inside of the house for about a second or two until we were shoved into a room with a separator and a man humming a ridiculous tune.
"Shuu" The white haired man called to the humming one "Make these two presentable for the master"
"Fantastico~" A flamboyant voice called as a man, with thin yet muscular stature twirled out into sight "I will make them gorgeous~" The white haired man left us in the hands of the over-excentric purple haired man who kept saying words in different languages that neither of us understood.
Our rags, which we were given for the auction, were stripped away. The man, called Shuu, then threw us into a glistening bathroom and bathed us; so much dirt fell off our bodies as he washed us it was as if the two of us had changed skin tones completely.
With our clean bodies he then cut and styled our hair, he even dyed Ken's hair from the gorgeous black that it was to a glistening white. My hair now shorter than before but still the beautiful (hair color) that I was born with felt lighter and more comfortable at this manageable length. "Beau (Beautiful/Handsome in French)" Shuu exclaimed as he then dressed us in seemingly royal attire and then called back for the white haired guy to come back and inspect us before we see our new master. "So, Yomo, what do you think?" Shuu asked the white haired guy as he circled around us. The man stopped in front of us as nodded his head up and down, as if in approval.
