Master

Kakashi scratched his covered chin, sighing as he stared at the ad in the magazine.

"Be the first to own a slave; untouched, a wide variety available," he mumbled, reading it aloud. "Our stock includes neko's, panda's and kitsune’s. Limited numbers available," Kakashi paused. “Males and females trained to do anything and everything; only ten left. Two female bunnies (with maids uniforms), two male neko's (specially trained as sex slaves) and one panda."
The ad seemed to go on and on.

"Fairly untouched; they’re virgins, each with their own qualities. For the first time in 20 years, we have a male kitsune." There was so much wrong with that, even by his standards.

Kakashi turned his attention to his phone. If they only had a few, wouldn’t it be better for him to take them, rather than some dirty fat guy with no hair?

The former military man reached for the phone, telling himself that he was just helping and there was nothing perverted about it. Still, he knew what his boss and neighbors were going to think; it was going to be rough. So much for enjoying his early retirement and reading romance novels for the rest of his life.

~~
Kakashi sighed as he sat on the couch.

He had managed to get the only one they had left. It was sad that he couldn’t save them all, but their stock was already empty, aside from the kitsune he had just bought. He was a bit surprised the kitsune was still there, but he wouldn’t think too much on it, he was helping after all.

He realized that this wasn’t about sex or owning a slave. It was about doing the right thing; he didn’t agree with selling people as slaves just because they had ears and tails, however, there wasn’t much a thirty year old military retiree could do, so he bought the kitsune.

He wondered when he started caring. Years ago, while in the military, he had seen many things that scarred him for life; the things he had watched some of his own men do actually made him sick.

Still, this was the first time he’d actually bought a slave. Then again, this was the first time since he was thirteen that he’d been able to live his life freely. He should have tried this sooner, but he had assumed that all the protest groups would have gotten through to the government after all these years. All the voting, all the disgusting talk shows... how these things continued on weren’t really a surprise to him, though he wished they were.

He shook his head. This was why he’d hated the suggestion of retirement; he didn’t care for thinking about these things. He simply liked reading and working 24/7. He didn’t like having time to care.

Kakashi was sure that was a cruel thought, but life was far from fair; he knew so by experience.
Still, living with someone was something he’d never done. He’d slept outside, in tents and dugouts, on the battlefield with allies; but taking care of and living with another person? No. . .

A knock sounded at the door. After taking a deep breath, he stood and made his way to what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. . . What would his life be like from here on out? He had to wonder that briefly. He was going from caring for stray animals to a stray person. -- Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to think of the kitsune.--

He shook his head, clearing it of all thoughts as the door opened, Finding two males standing in his doorway. His eyes landed on the orange ears trailing down Kakashi stared deep into bright blue eyes. The three stayed silent and after a few moments, the deliveryman left quietly after a few moments of being ignored.


Kakashi wasn’t sure what to say, so he moved aside to allow the smaller male to walk past.
The kitsune entered slowly, but Kakashi couldn’t blame him; he had every right to be on edge. He knew he would be if he was trained to be obedient and then sold like an animal.

“There’s an empty room at the end of the hall that you can have. And, uh, I can’t really cook, so I hope you like instant meals,” Kakashi admitted, running his fingers through silver spikes. He only ever ate ran shines or what they caught, or mush. It couldn’t be helped cooking was at the bottom of his list of things he needed to learn. Well, it didn’t matter right now, he figured he should give the male a few days to adjust, and then maybe they could talk.

"Yes, Master."

The voice was low but Kakashi could hear the anger hidden in it. He’d always thought ‘Master’ was a sexy word, but it just seemed weird now. He watched the male make his way down the hall. This was going to be an awkward start to their lives, again, it couldn’t be helped.

“Uh, to the left,” he called, smiling under his mask as the kitsune disappeared in the room.
He scratched the back of his head as he moved to grab the phone. He figured he would order some take out and leave it in the fridge for the male. He wasn’t sure what to do, and he couldn’t think of anything to say to him; there was probably nothing he wanted to hear anyway.

He just had to approach the other male with caution to try to help him feel at ease here. Something that would take a lot of time he was sure of that much.

~~
Naruto opened the bedroom door and walked quietly down the hall. He tried to make little noise as possible, maybe his owner wouldn’t hear him, and he could buy himself a bit of time, while he figured out what to do.

He knew that there was nothing he could do. If he escaped, he would just be caught and shipped to some club. At least his Master wasn’t ugly. He knew that he shouldn’t have thoughts like that, but he had witnessed some of the owners that bought his friends. He was at least grateful that he wasn’t being leashed and fucked, however it made him suspicious. Not that he didn’t appreciate it; he preferred to be a house slave over a sex slave. He figured since he was given his own room, that he must have been bought as a house slave. It made him sigh in relief, -- At least he was hoping that’s all he would be. --

Naruto walked into the kitchen and decided that he would start with cooking dinner. -- It was the best way for him to start, and gauge what his duties would really be.-- Though either way this was definitely better than the training facility. He really hated those people. They called themselves trainers, but they were really just perverted sadists.

Naruto shook his head as he opened cabinet after cabinet. His eyebrow twitched as he moved to the fridge, but there was only milk...a lot of milk. That explained why every cabinet was full of cereal. Did he dare open the freezer?

Naruto’s face fell when he saw all of the microwavable dinners. What kind of Master did he have? If he wanted to live off that kind of crap, it could at least be something that tasted good, like ramen! He hadn’t had any in months because of the cruel bastards at the training facility.
“Well, I need to buy a new book, so we can get more food,” Kakashi spoke from the doorway. “If you like.”

Naruto wondered if he would be able to get some ramen. He nodded his head towards his Master. ‘Raman sweet Raman.’ He though, of course it should be the least of his worries.

~~
Naruto raised a brow when Kakashi handed over his wallet. He couldn’t see his masters face due to the mask covering the lower half of his face, so he couldn’t really tell what kind of expression he had, especially since a black bandanna covered his other eye. So his master was really giving him is wallet to use?

“Get whatever Naruto. I’ll be in the book section.” He gave up waiting for Naruto to say his name, he knew it from the papers, and so maybe using it more would help Naruto feel more at ease. Probably not, but every little bit had to help, right?

Naruto tried to say something, but the male was already walking away. He sighed as he watched his back disappear. What kind of Master did he have? He didn’t even tell his master his name or his ID number he already knew it though. Most people just called them whatever they wanted, he didn’t expect his name to ever leave this mans lips. But then again, this man seemed to be different then anyone he had ever met, and probably would ever meet. He wasn’t completely sure if it was a bad thing or not, Kakashi seemed a bit weird. And that was another thing, he wouldn’t have known his masters name if it hadn’t been for the deliveryman. . . His time here, with this weird man, what would it really be like?

Naruto lifted the wallet and turned towards the carts. He guessed that only time would tell and decided to be cautious for now.

~~
Naruto shifted as he looked at the cart; it was full. He wandered around a bit before deciding to find his Master. Surely, the male was ready to go now. He didn’t want to interrupt him if he was busy, not that he really cared if the other got angry. However, he needed to learn the boundaries with his Master before he decided what his position was, and what the outcome may be. Even if Kakashi seemed as if he was an okay man, he needed to know what his boundaries were.

Shikamaru whom had told him, ‘no matter what kind of Master you get, address your situation first, and then find a way to get the upper hand. Find what makes your Master happy; find his comfort zones and his likes and dislikes in order to keep yourself safe.’ If he kept his master happy, then he would be okay, -- at least physically.--

He wondered if Shikamaru and his other friends were safe with their Master’s. He supposed he didn’t have time to worry about them when he had many things to learn. Still, he hoped they were all okay. Even if he would never see them again, he still cared for them. After all the same breeders raised them, in a sense they were brothers and sisters.

He shook his head as he approached the reading area. -- It was far to depressing to think about everyone right now.--

“Master-, “His mouth snapped shut and his throat dried as he stared at what the male was reading. In the middle of the store, his Master was reading porn. . .

Seriously?

“Oh, you’re finished?” Kakashi spoke as he closed the book, obviously in a good mood.
Naruto nodded so; his Master was not ashamed of reading porn in public places. He wondered yet again what kind of Master he had. It looked like there was a sign of a perverted one.

Kakashi smiled under his mask as he moved to pick up several books, before walking to check out. He was happy with the new selections they had gotten. Now he had much more to read and enjoy.

Naruto hurried after him so he could return the man’s wallet. It seemed Kakashi had no problems with him carrying or using his wallet.

Naruto walked quietly behind the male, his brows knitted together as he spoke, “Master, may I ask what kind of schedule you have? I need to know when to prepare your meals, when to wake you up and things like that.” Maybe asking was the best way to find out, since this man seemed busy reading.

Kakashi slowed, looking at the younger male out of the corner of his eye.

“You can cook whenever you feel like it, Naruto,” he smiled. “I’m not picky. As long as I have my books, I really don’t need anything else.”

Naruto’s eyes slightly widened. “Well, do you work, Master? I would like to know my rules.”

“I am retired. I take care of strays, but they are currently at the vets. They will be back tomorrow, so just help with them and the house. Why would there be rules?” he was a simple man, and rules seemed like a waste of time. However, maybe now Naruto would loosen up a little bit. One day wasn’t enough for that he was sure, maybe soon he would understand Kakashi didn’t care what he did as long as it didn’t hurt his books in anyway.

Naruto stared blankly at the male’s back. Was this for real? It couldn’t be...

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