((I'm going to make Miramo's personality a little different this go round. I think it'll be funner. ;3)) 

The slave auctions was never a good place to go. All the time, it was packed to the brim with middle-aged men who decided young, and certainly underage, slaves were the best way to satisfy their needs. Sure, there were some honest bidders--honest as far as the slave trade went--who didn't partake in such actions, but they were heavily out-weighted by the perverts. It made Miramo sick, and it didn't help that he was rather young for a trader himself, plus he was a neko. For some reason he'd never understand, some humans got a kick out of his ears and tail. It was annoying!

Still, he was here because it was his job. He bought problem slaves, fixed them, then sold them off for most often twice the amount he'd paid. It was a good deal, not really and easy one, but a good one. He was loyal to his job and had done it well since his parents had pas.sed away. It was for this reason that he found it odd when one of the slaves being auctioned caught his eye and he paused.

The slave wasn't one that he'd usually even look twice at. He seemed rather and the numerous scars on his body suggested he'd already been mostly broken. Not at all the type Miramo would consider buying, so it puzzled him that he hadn't left there. Instead, he simply stayed where he was and watched the stage, his tail twitching when he looked over the crowd. Just like he'd expect; the crowd was filled with obvious perverts, who seemed eager to get their nasty hands on the poor human. 

Miramo growled, for some reason taking offence to setting. He waited patiently, watching the men bid up the price, watching carefully for when they'd eventually slow down. Each man had his limit and, from the looks of most of them, the limit wouldn't be too high. After only a minute or so, the auction seemed be coming to a close, which was exactly what the neko wanted.

"6,000!" He called out, taking a step forward with a smug grin on his face when some of the men turned around to look at him. He'd bid almost twice as much as the man before him. The neko's smirk widened, his ex
pression obvious. 'Go big or go home.'

((Did I get kinda carried away? xD I can't tell anymore o3o)) 

Miramo snorted and flicked his tail in a slightly annoyed manner. He wasn't too fond of being called by his race, but it was something he had to get used to in places like this. He made his way up to the stage, ignoring the looks that some of the men who had been bidding on the slave gave him. 

Up on the stage, he fished out a check from his pocket--he found carrying checks was a lot safer than real money--and scribbled the amount and his signature on it, leaving the "to" spot blank. Some people who sold slaves didn't like being as.sociated with the trade and preferred to make up some sort of other unrelated industry that couldn't be linked to it. They could fill out the rest however the wish.

The chain was handed to him and he looked down at the male briefly. What exactly was he doing, buying a slave like this? Surely he couldn't benefit from him in any way. He was simply going to be something to look after. Miramo sighed. "Come on." he said simply, tugging slightly on the chains as he led the violet-haired male off the stage.

((Pfft, I fail more xD))

Miramo sighed again, glancing back at the slave he'd just bought. He'd only spent an hour at the trade and he'd already done something weird. It was probably just best if he went home and looked for a slave he could possible profit from another day.

He lead the slave out to the parking lot and quickly found his car, a simple black one. He unlocked it and opened the door to the p*censored*enger side. He reached out to take the male's arm to help him inside. Slaves often weren't fed very well so he didn't want him to be lightheaded and accidentally trip and hit his head or something. 

[[ Slips in with ninja stealth and cake in hand. Dips hand into cake and pulls out a giant ball of chocolatey goodness, aiming right for Loki's face. With a battle cry, leaps into the air and hums the chocolate cake meatball straight at Loki, while screaming "For Narnia!" ]]

((This was Inna's idea. Hahaha. We plotted behind your backs in my rp. You wouldaaa known about this if you joined, Loki! Meh :P ))

Miramo noticed how the slave pulled at the collar and frowned slightly. "That will come off when we get home," he told him, "so please bear with it for just a little longer." He closed the door without waiting for an answer, figuring he wouldn't get one anyways, and moved over to his side of the car and got in. He took a moment to buckle the slave's seat belt, being careful not to touch him, before buckling his own and starting up the car and slowly driving out of the parking lot. He kept a close watch on the slave out of the corner of his eye, just to make sure he was ok.

((Did you get my email? Stupid internet died while I sent it >_>)) 

((Damn! *kicks HughsNet* feel my wrath D< 
Hey it worked o3o I rewrote it, but it doesn't seem as great as the first time. :<))

Miramo kept his eyes on the road, but occasionally glanced back at the slave. He really did feel bad for this one. He'd met a lot of slaves who'd been through similar deals, but this was the first time the neko had been unable to feel indifferent to a slave.

"No." he answered, his voice calm. "I'm not like other slave masters. I wont do anything like that to you and I won't touch you in any way unless it's necessary or you ask me to." He glanced back at the slave, wondering if he believed him.

Miramo bit his lip nervously. It was depressing to listen to the boy's voice crack like that. He had to think about the question for a moment. He still wasn't entirely sure why he'd paid so much either. It was his usual price to bid like that on the slaves he was determined not to lose, but what had drawn him to the lavender-haired male was still a mystery. 

"I guess I just don't like slave masters using slaves that way." he answered with a shrug. "Plus, from the looks of you, you wouldn't survive another master like that anyways." The next question made him cringe as a mental image formed in his mind. No doubt the boy's previous masters had demanded he call them master. The thought made him stick to his stomach. "Just Miramo is fine," he said, his voice slightly higher than before; his ex
pression was also a little more nervous.