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HIS WRISTS BRUISED UP FROM THE CRUSTY,
chains tightly wrapped around it and was being harshly pulled by the old man, taking him out of the storage room for pets. He kept his small head low as soon as he came in front of the ravenette, not wanting to look at him or even to see his face.
" Do you have a leash with you, young master?" the old man asks, still pulling the chain to keep the tangerine in place.
" I don't want him leashed. Take it off." the man demanded coldly, signaling the old man to take the chain off of the tangerine's wrists.
Even though he was confused, the old man did what he said and unlocked the small padlock that was keeping the chais together. It all fell down on the cement floor and was rolled up by the old hag, " how about accessories, young master?"
" I have tons at home. I'll pay you after you give me his folder." the man says, keeping his eyes on the tangerine in front of him. The redhead was unaware of the blueish eyes being bore into his skull as he kept his head hang low anxiously to avoid the eyes of the man who's gonna buy him.
" Here it is, young master." after shuffling through the small shelves behind the old wooden counter, the old man finally gave a plain white folder to the ravenette. The man took it and was curious why the folder is thinner than the other folders neatly piled in the shelf, " No one had ever tried to buy number 15 because of its appearance, but I must say, you picked my favorite, young master." the old man blabbers, referring the 'number 15' as the redhead who was caged in the bars with the number 15 carved on it.
" His blood is my rarest type here, that's why I'm kind of hesitating when you chose him. BUT since it's young master, I'll be glad to give him to you." the ravenette scanned the piece of paper cleanly stamped on the folder, but his eyes were locked on the small yet in bold font printed below the redhead's name.
NAME: Hinata Shouyou BLOOD T.: AB +/AB positive
" Please sign here after, young master." the old man says while placing the clipboard with tons of papers stuck on it where all the buyers will sign on the column beside the pet's name.
the man wrote his name and signed above it. the old hag took the clip board and gawked at the name that was written by the raven, " Young master, y-you're from the Kageyama clan?"
" I am." the redhead slightly moved his head up and looked at the two confusedly, clueless about what the two were talking about. Kageyama clan? who's that?
