Five hundred.
It took five hundred to get me.
Into the hands of a man who seemed much older than I.
I was separated from my fratello.
My younger brother.
He said that he had a better use than I.
I'm here.
In the arms of a man who seemed to be oblivious to the world.
A spainard that had taken me away from the dirty hands of others... for a simple ransom of five hundred.
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One Shots!
AcakThese are all multiple kinds of one shots I have decided to make, whether it be from a fandom or even an existential crisis.
