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The young man slumps forward, harshly falling to his knees as he was shoved. He sends a menacing glare towards his assailant, a man he doesn’t know by name but calls Scarface because of the ugly scar on his face, only to earn himself a sharp smack across his face. “Lose the look, otherwise your new masters won’t take in a shitty brat like you.” The urge to curse out every dirty insult he knows overcomes him, but his words are muffled behind the dirty disgusting rag tied around his mouth. Effectively, shutting him up.
“Oi! Don’t go hurting him otherwise they’ll be pissed.” Another one of the goons shouts out, “They are one of the higher ups and gave us precise instructions that their cargo is not to be injured.” Cargo. Kageyama fucking hated that word. He was a person. Someone with emotion and feelings, not just a pet to entertain others. “Anyway, they’re almost here.”
Without any warning he was pulled up to his feet by the back of his hair, unable to do anything with his hands tied behind his back. Scarface leans into his ear and whispers a final warning, “Behave yourself or its back to Madam Yubaba’s you go.” The threat of going back to that wicked woman was enough to send a shiver down his spine. His mind flashes back to when he was with her, to the days filled with hunger and the cracking of a whip and the thought alone has him standing up as straight as he can. Anything and anyone would be better than her.
It was when they were waiting, that he finally got a glimpse of the room they were in. He wasn’t sure where exactly they were, the blindfold he had on earlier made sure of that, but it seemed to him like an expensive room in some hotel. There was a large bed in the middle, with a matching vanity table and closet. There were two doors and he thought he could take his chance and hop away but he could either end up in the bathroom or outside the door where there most likely would be a guard. That’s how these exchanges went. And if he got caught again, well, he wouldn’t be able to move for weeks.
There were no knocks or forewarnings before the door open and in walked two men, whom he assumed were to be his new masters judging from their clothing, followed by another two who were most likely their bodyguards. One of them, had light brown hair and dashing brown eyes, he wore a casual and friendly smile which was obviously fake. The other one had spiky jet-black hair and piercing green eyes, and his expression was more cautious and sterner. Either way, they both carried with them this aura of power and Kageyama would be lying if he said he wasn’t intimidated.
They both stared at him, taking in his entire appearance. He was dressed in some worn out shorts and an old grey shirt that he was pretty sure was white once. His feet were kept bare. The man with green eyes was the first to walk up to him, taking a closer look. All of his previous injuries had either faded away or scarred, either way he was still healthy enough to be sold. His eyes softened a little as he stared into Kageyama’s blue orbs before they hardened once they saw the red mark on the side of his cheek. “I thought we said he was to be unharmed.” Kageyama flinches at his sharp tone and shuts his eyes. He didn’t want to see the angry look. He hated angry looks. It always meant bad things were to come. “Which one of you hurt him?”
No one dared to speak. Kageyama should feel satisfied to feel Scarface shake nervously besides him but right now he was scared as well. Yet, he also wondered why it was such a big deal. People hurt their pets all the time, it was normal. Why was, whoever these people were, so concerned about that? Maybe they were the ones that wanted their pets for their looks, to show off to all of their friends at gatherings. Injured ones wouldn’t do the trick.
“Mister Iwaizumi, we would never go against your and Mister Oikawa’s wishes.” Scarface begins to lie, “This boy is rather clumsy, and managed to trip on his own two feet as he tried to escape and fell, injuring himself. It wasn’t anyone of us.”
Iwaizumi’s eyes flashed to Kageyama’s which opened in shock. He hadn’t tried to run away. “Is this true?” Iwaizumi asks him.
Kageyama didn’t know what to say. If he agreed then his life would be hell, his new masters would probably have him all chained up like some of his previous ones. However, if he disagreed and when they sent him back after they had their fun, he would be once put under Scarface’s supervision and that man could hold a grudge. So he didn’t say anything. He just dropped his head, a submissive method he learnt to do to make himself look smaller and keep him out of trouble.
A new pair of shoes enter his new field of vision and he tries not to flinch too hard when he feels hands come up behind his head to untie the rag. He isn’t given much time to appreciate it before Oikawa’s hand came up to grip his by the chin, not too harshly and tilt his head up to face him, “He asked you a question.”
How someone could go from smiling and cheerful to extremely scary was beyond him. He felt his heart begin to hammer in his chest as he shook his head denying Scarface or anyone hitting him. His throat hurt from how dry it was and the corners of his lips were red from how long and tightly the rag was tied.
Iwaizumi and Oikawa shared a look before Oikawa lets go of his chin and instead brings his hand up to gently brush his fingers across Kageyama’s hair. “He needs a proper bath.” He makes Kageyama look at him again, “What is your name?” he asks, his tone so soft and kind, Kageyama was sure no one in his entire life ever spoke to him in such a way.
“His name is anything you want.” Scarface says, cutting him off before he had a chance to speak. Iwaizumi sends him a glare, “He wasn’t talking to you. Kindly, keep quiet and stay in your place.” He says before turning to face Kageyama once a more, a softer look on his features and he encourages him to speak.
“Kageyama Tobio, sirs.” Kageyama mumbles, voice hoarse from not speaking for hours. Everything about them was different. Usually, none of the masters asked for their names, simply giving them a name of their liking, like an old ex or someone they're pining for but never before did he ever use his own name. Ever. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Nodding satisfied, the next few minutes consisted of Oikawa and Iwaizumi asking several questions, confirming whatever details they had about payments and his history, Kageyama usually zoned out at this point. He tried to enjoy his last few moments of freedom before it was taken away and he became nothing more than someone’s property. “Please untie him and then leave.”
He immediately begins massaging his wrists, wincing at the light bruising left behind from the ropes before watching Scarface and his people leave. With them gone, the real panic began to settle in. With them, Kageyama always knew what to expect, he knew what to say and do. However, Oikawa and Iwaizumi were different. They were new. He had to be careful. One wrong move could end with a bruised rib, a broken bone or worse.
“Well, with them gone, guess we can properly introduce ourselves. I’m Oikawa Tooru,” the brunette says with a smile, “and this handsome man is Iwaizumi Hajime. From now on, we are your new masters.” Kageyama simply nods his head.
Iwaizumi turns to one of their guards, gesturing to the one with pink hair to bring him a bag, Kageyama hadn’t noticed. Reaching inside, he pulls out a bottle of water and hands it to Kageyama, who after getting over his initial shock, grabs it and begins to down all of it after mumbling a grateful thank you. Iwaizumi seemed to frown at his thirst as though he didn’t expect him to be this dehydrated.
“Poor thing.” Oikawa sighs, “Don’t worry Tobio-chan, when we get back to the house, we’ll make sure you are well fed and taken care of but for now it will be best to get some of the rules down.” He tells him once he was done drinking. In this moment, Kageyama would nod along and do anything. To be given cold water after days of nothing but stale bread was a blessing. “Rule one, you will address us as Iwaizumi-sama and Oikawa-sama. Rule two, if we ever ask you a question, you will answer without any hesitation. Rule three, you are to do as you are told by us. Failure to follow these rules will result in a punishment. Understood?”
Kageyama bows his head, “Yes, Oikawa-sama.” Oikawa tells him that there are more rules which they will tell him as they go along. Iwaizumi however gave Oikawa a look before looking at Kageyama.
“Actually, there is one more important rule, which you’ve already broken but we will let it slide just this once.” He pushes himself further until he was right in front of Kageyama, bring his hand up to tilt his face to side, revealing once more the red handprint left behind by Scarface before making deep eye contact with him, “Never and I repeat, never, lie to us ever again. That is the biggest and most important rule of all.” His voice was deep and stern and Kageyama was left shaking in fear.
“Y-yes, Iwaizumi-sama.” He stammers out before Oikawa thankfully pulls Iwaizumi back.
“Let’s not scare him from now, shall we, Iwa-chan?” He says before pulling his hand towards the door, making Kageyama wonder if he was to follow them or not. “Makki-chan, Mattsun-chan, have him dressed and brought to the car, we will be waiting.” And with that the two left.
Guess this was it for him. This was his purpose now. To serve Iwaizumi-sama and Oikawa-sama until they became useless to them or until he died. What a tragic and unfair life he was born into.