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Jun 28, 2022 12:12 AM
Hotaru has a debt. Kestrel has money. A match made at the poker table.
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How did I get here, she thinks to herself as she stands outside the student council's door, gathering up the courage to knock. She's been waiting for half an hour to be called in. No one seems forthcoming, and though she's walking into her sentencing, the end of her free life (as much as a pet can be called "free"), it's just another piece of trivial business to the council. They've probably forgotten about her. She should probably knock. It would be really bad if she messed up her first impression with whomever might have bought her debt from the council. Instead, she stands outside, trembling like a coward with bad tells who's been drawing bad hands all night and knows that it's time to ante up. Which she is.

Fuck it, she thinks, and knocks timidly.

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He turns in his chair.

"Come in."

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She pushes the door, finding that it glides open on oiled hinges (because of course it was unlocked the whole time), and curtsies respectfully. The tag around her neck jingles gracelessly, but neither of them laugh.

"Sir. May I ask why I was called here today?" she asks, already knowing the answer, bracing herself. She's been sold.

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"I have something for you."

He slides a manila folder across the table.

"If you want it."

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Like she has a choice. She examines the folder.

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It has her name written on the little tab.

"Go ahead and open it."

He stands, just tall enough to look down at her a little, and pats her on the head.

"I think you'll like it."

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She really wishes he wouldn't do that. She's a housepet, not a child. She smiles winningly at him and opens the folder.

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A booklet lies inside.

AKEMI HOTARU LIFE SCHEDULE

Upon opening it, there's a page dense with text.

THIS BOOKLET is to outline the LIFE SCHEDULE that AKEMI HOTARU will follow, under the guidance and supervision of KESTREL TAYLOR. 

REQUIRED EVENTS AND ACTIONS INCLUDE:

* Cohabitation with KESTREL TAYLOR

* Service for and under the command of KESTREL TAYLOR

* No unaccompanied travel, events, or visits

* No further debt accrued not under the supervision of KESTREL TAYLOR

* Transfer of medical rights to KESTREL TAYLOR in emergency circumstances 

* A 50% tax on any money earned, as well as a complete and total seize of all money and assets past 10,000 DOLLARS, to go to KESTREL TAYLOR.

It goes on for at least 20 pages, though all past the first one are largely dealing with technicalities.

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Her ears are ringing and the room feels very small indeed. "Is this a joke?" Please let it be a joke.

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"Of course not, pet. I really do want you forever."

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"I'm of course at your disposal if you so choose, but..."

"You could pick anyone you liked. I'm not special."

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"You're special to me, darling."

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Deep breaths. This is only a temporary setback. "Thank you, sir."

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"Do you... like it?"

He snaps his mouth shut after saying it, shakes his head, and smiles.

"What am I saying. Of course you like it. Don't you?"

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She nods, blinking back tears. "It's an honor."

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He gets up and crosses to the other side of the desk.

"Don't cry, darling. The terms of the contract come into effect in two weeks. You can last that long."

His thumb brushes over her cheek.

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She shivers. "May I go now?"

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"Yes, dearest."

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She does not cry as she returns to her room. If anyone were to come inside, though, they'd find her pillow wet and her eyes bloodshot.

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He, for his part, smiles as she closes the door behind her. The student council isn't exactly meant to favor housepets, but Akemi Hotaru isn't a very good one, and really, he's doing everyone a service by simply taking care of her himself. He's doing his job well and soon he'll have his most treasured girl as his forever. Things are looking up.

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The next morning, she wakes up early. She dresses herself and puts on makeup, and when she's convinced herself that there's not a hair out of place, not a blemish visible in her complexion, she picks up her case (packed the night before, of course), and walks outside to the waiting car. Because of course there's a waiting car.

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He's sitting in the back, her sliding in next to him. It's an odd choice for a member of the student council, to put themselves in the same car as a lowly housepet, much less sit next to them, but he smiles as she gets in.

"Good morning, darling."

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"Mr Taylor, sir."

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"Are you excited?"

As she gets in, he lets his hand rest on the small of her back, possessively.

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She tries to make an appropriately excited smile with middling success.

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He's going to ignore this hint.

"I mean, it's gonna be the rest of your life! With me! A dream, really."

His hand has not moved.

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