Slave AU || dxttebayo & sandy-pillows 

sandy-pillows:

Gaara sighed and rubbed his temples. He didn’t like to go out at daytime. The streets looked familiar, but still different illuminated by the sun and filled with humans. Humans that weren’t worth much and that were only filthy, stunk and didn’t know how to behave towards him. It was such a tedious thing to do, but it wasn’t his decision if he left the house today or not.

It was his 16th birthday and his father decided it was a good time to get him an own slave, one that was completely his own. Maybe the old man also noticed how Gaara sneaked out from time to time when the sun set and came back home not until it rose again. Stupid man, he didn’t search the warmth of another human.

Without much interest the teenager glanced over the crowds. Maybe his father also only wanted him to socialize and interact more with humans. One that nobody cared about because they weren’t there yet for more than a few days when they … suddenly disappeared. Though the old man didn’t know to what extend Gaara went, he had apparently a feeling about his violent tendencies.

None of the slaves he saw so far caught his interest, but a side glance at his slowly impatient growing father told him he should decide on something to not make him even more cautious of his youngest son. Quickly Gaara looked over the crowd again and pointed eventually at a young blond male with a few scars in his face. He didn’t look ill or too bad and strong enough to help a few things in the household at least.

「 ℕ」— Chains, shackles, the sting of a whip when one didn’t move fast enough. Thus was the blond’s life for the past few days, and for who knows how longer. He was fed little, his feet ached from standing, and he so desperately wanted to sleep. But no such weakness was shown. He stood tall, pretending as if the collar around his neck weighed nothing and that the chain binding his legs did not heed his movement. All an act, the best way to get chosen. As long as he appeared strong, they’ll fall for it. 

             However there was always the scars that set him back. Those whiskers that proved his insubordination, how a master had lashed out and branded him unusable. If it weren’t for them, many would have gladly taken him, if not for his strength then for his looks. How many times had he been used, abused, all for the pleasure of another. His head was about to hang, the utter strain on his body slowly becoming evident and no matter how strong his willpower, he was destined to fall. All knew what that meant. A fallen slave was like a fallen horse. Once they were of no use, they were removed entirely. 

               But suddenly he was removed from the bindings, a hand reaching out to grab the collar of his worn clothing and drag him towards the one who requested him. Without any knowledge of who this man was, Naruto was forced to his knees before him, head pushed down into a bow until his forehead touched the ground. “This one huh?” The seller muttered, a hand reaching out to demand payment whilst Naruto was forced to wait in such a demeaning position.