On your arm, there was a tattoo of a number. No matter how hard you scrubbed at it in the bath, or however many times you scratched into your skin, it'd never come off. It was your reminder that you had a price.

And you were dirt cheap when it came to human trafficking.

A lot of humans rented you out. You weren't just for sex, you were for field work, for housetending, and anything your temporary master wanted you to do.

You were a reserve model, which means you had a large price when you were bought but renting you out was about 30000 ¥ an hour. Possibly the cheapest model out there.

Whenever you were handed clothes, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten before releasing. You could barely understand what was happening. You just remember being shaken awake, tired and unable to comprehend what was happening. You clutched the clothes to your chest, breathless. The room was spinning as your owners pushed you down the cold hall and into the pouring rain outside.

The lamps were the only light you had, as you were kicked out. You landed on your knees, and cringed at the muddy impact. The rain slickened your hair and face.

Suddenly, you were helped up and brought close to what you knew as your knew owner.

"Let's go...." he said tenderly. The paper umbrella echoed the pattering of the rain, and the only thing you could see was the redness of his hair.

He brought you to a food stand, surprisingly still open on that dark rainy night. You barely could keep your eyes open while he ordered something for you.

"My name's Kamui," he said softly. "You work for me."

"Yessir," you said. It came easily to you, as you had said it a million times before.

~~~

He ripped through those men so easily. Piles of their bodies on the ground. You ran up to Kamui, shaking with adrenaline. His eyes were wide, crazy with furious sadism.

You dabbed his forehead softly and his shoulder sagged. He fell against the tree, his body leaking sweat.

"Come here 67X," he said, not yet speaking the private name he gave you.

You walked up to him and let him hold you, his hands resting in the crook of your torso. His thumb rubbed against your waist and against the back of your ear, he spoke your name. That name he gave you.

"__________," he breathed, nuzzling your neck.

"Promise you'll never leave me," he whispered.

"Yes sir...." you said it like you had said it a million times before.

~~~

He kept staring at you, while you sowed the slashes in his cloak closed. You would look at him, and he'd be staring somewhere else. You don't know why he was staring at you like that.

It was like he was angry.

"___________," he finally said.

"Yes sir?"

"Do you hate me?"

"No sir, I don't think I could ever hate you," you said.

"Why not?"

"Because I wasn't allowed to hate anyone until I met you. I wasn't allowed to feel until you gave me that right, Kamui."

He pulled himself up and grabbed your hand, "I want to marry you. I'll become the Yato head, and marry you. You'll dress in silk, and bathe in gold."

"Kamui, you don't.... want me...." you held yoru shoulder, where 67X had been tattoed into your skin at birth. "I lived my entire life as a slave. I'm lower than dirt."

He slapped you, making your cheek burn a bright red. "Don't say that to me again, ___________."

You nodded, "Yessir...."

~~~

Kamui became impatient. Soon, you two were married. You had little say, but you didn't hate the situation. At least you were being treated well.

He gave you a lot of things. More than you would ever need, more than you could give away. He claimed he loved all of you.

Except for one thing.

"Kamui! Stop! STOP!" You screamed, pulling your arm away from his grip. Hot, desperate tears ran down your face.

In one hand he forced your wrist down, and in the other, he held a butcher knife. His knee rested against your ribcage, ready to break it if you continued to struggle.

"You're not a slave anymore _________," he said quietly over your struggles. He raised the knife in the air, "You won't need this anymore."

The first hack was right above the crook of your arm. It was thin, but cut straight through the cartlige, separating the joint.

You teared up, "Kamui! Please!"

He raised his blade in the air again and chopped the rest of the remaining body fibers in half.

He kissed the red bloody flesh and then your lips.

"I love you.... ________...."

"Yessir...."