Daiki felt the movement of a vehicle and he stirred a bit in his unconsciousness, before he slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't help but let a small groan escape his lips. "Just take me now dammit!—My poor back feels like someone stuck a million needles in it," Daiki thought as he shut his eyes closed, hissing in pain. He decided not to move, for now. He felt the pain because he was laying square on his back. He felt the same binds, that were pinning his arms behind his sore back, and someone had laid his face on it's side in a comfortable position. "Where the hell did they take me now?' Daiki thought in confusion, before he was startled by someone's chuckle.

"Ah, so the lost prince has finally woken," Came a silky voice that sounded close, before Daiki felt someone else's fingertips comb through his hair once. Daiki flinched at the feeling and looked up at the person wide-eyed, just then realizing that he had been laying his head down on someone else's lap!

"Heh, that slaveholder was right, soft porcelain skin," The person said, sounding pleased with himself as he cupped Daiki's cheek, feeling the soft skin there. Daiki's eyes narrowed at the other male and he growled as he jerked his head away from the other male's grasp.

"Unhand me," He growled between clenched teeth and his eyes widened at the sound of his own raspy voice. In his shocked state the other male took the chance to shove Daiki off of his lap, sending him flying towards the floor. He hit the carriage floor with a thud and a groan. His empty stomach ached as he found himself laying on it. The other male stood up and smiled down at Daiki.

'Dåmmit I can't move!' Daiki thought as he clenched his teeth and tried to escape. Whilst the other male raised his leg up slowly, so that it hovered over Daiki's back. Daiki's eyes widened as he looked up at the other male. "D-don't—!"

The other male slammed his foot down suddenly, causing Daiki to throw his head back and let out a loud yelp of pain. "Eh? 'Don't' what? Tell me, I'm all ears," The other male chuckled sadistically as he kept his foot on Daiki's back, applying pressure when Daiki only answered with groans of pain. "Y'know you remind me of a dog, a dog that needs to be trained of course. I have a way of training dogs, you wanna know how I do it?" The other male asked as Daiki could only shake his head.

"I beat the dog into submission and if the dog is an exceptionally disobedient one, I castrate it!" The other male said as he ground his foot on Daiki's back making him wince and tear up. The other man noticed this with great pleasure and he smirked at him, before he started to laugh at Daiki. After the other male was done laughing at him, he sighed and sat back down in the carriages' seat. He crossed his legs and ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at Daiki's frozen and dismayed state. "Unfortunately, I am not this dog's rightful master," He mumbled more to himself than to Daiki.

'That's right!' Daiki thought as he looked up at the other male. 'Kohaku bought me, but why would he do that? Maybe they just have the same names? Couldn't be,' Daiki thought before he attempted to speak to the other male.

"W-Who are you?" He managed to whisper out weakly, before he tried to roll over and sit up. He grunted lightly as he did so, before slowly sitting up with a wince whilst the other male watched him in slight amusement.

"I am as you would say a subordinate of Master Kohaku, but you can call me Ichiro," He said as he kneeled down next to Daiki who couldn't help but flinch.

"I-I see, and what does Kohaku want with me? Surely it wouldn't be to do house work or... such horrors that I've already been exposed to in the forbidden lands," Daiki said as he watched Ichiro undo his binds, knowing very well that Daiki's chances of escape were low. After a moment of thinking Irchiro's face turned sour and without warning the other male yanked Daiki's hair so hard that he cried out in pain and was forced to look into Ichiro's darkened face.

"Do I look like I'm Master Kohaku?" He asked Daiki, his voice sweet and innocent with a twinge of sour sarcasm. Daiki could only clench his teeth and shake his head slowly. "Well then how do you expect me to answer a question like that, when I'm clearly not Master Kohaku!" He hissed to Daiki, who tried to to yank back his own hair out of Ichoro's grip. Causing Daiki's face to contort in pain whilst his eyes welled with tears involuntarily. "I am only Master Kohaku's number two! So I have no authority to answer that question, idiot," Ichiro said shaking his head from side to side like it was all so simple. Daiki nodded as he yanked his hair out of Ichiro's grip and winced as he rubbed his head.

"Y'know you're pretty weak for a prince," he said bluntly as he got comfortable in his seat and leaned into his hand. Daiki froze and he looked up at Ichiro slowly.

His hurt quickly turned to anger and he quickly glared up at Ichiro. "How can you say that? You don't have any idea of what I've been through!"

"Oh? Is that so? Prince Daiki. I've seen partly of what you've been through and I'm telling you you could've had it way worse. I mean what did you expect? You're a hated prince here, you're lucky I recognized you before anyone else did," Ichiro stated as he stared at Daiki, a bored expression remaining on his face and Daiki bit his lip from saying anything and looked to the floor. "You're pathetic, so pathetic that you forget simple manners. Like to cover yourself up," Ichiro said as he rolled his eyes and looked away from Daiki.

Daiki flinched at hearing this and he quickly covered his exposed crotch as his cheeks slowly flared up from embarrassment. "W-Well then why don't you do something about my nudity other than mouth me off. Oh that's right. You're not my master, you're only second best," Daiki boldly shot back at Ichiro as he glared up at him. Ichiro stood up and growled under his breath, "You ungrateful piece of shit." Before he grabbed Daiki by his hair and forced him to stand up. Daiki held onto his hair, that Ichiro had so viciously grasped, as he winced and opened an eye to glare back at the other male. "I'm gonna!" Ichiro yelled, his eyes filled with rage, as he raised his arm to strike Daiki, who braced himself and shut his eyes closed. But the strike never came as Ichiro quickly calmed himself down and let go of Daiki's hair.

Daiki crumpled to his knees as he held his head, his whole scalp in a symphony of pain. "Tch, useless dog. I prefer cats, at least they're grateful," he muttered as he took his coat off and tossed it over Daiki. Who looked down as he wrapped the coat around himself tightly. "Th-Thanks,"he managed to mutter and in his mind he thought, 'for nothing.'

"You're quite welcome, dog," Ichiro tutted as he glanced out the window. After a couple minutes of silence they both felt the carriage come to a stop and Ichiro muttered a small finally as he stood up. He picked up a wooden box and pointed inside it. "Get in the crate,"he commanded firmly. Daiki looked up at him like he was insane as he sweatdropped.

"Like hell I'm getting inside that small crate, you said it yourself, you're not my master"he growled as he crossed his arms over his chest. Ichiro shot Daiki a dark glare at him and he brought out his whip. "Oh? Still feel like being disobedient? Well then I'll make sure to beat it out of you,"he said with a smirk and Daiki flinched before he quickly got into the box. He avoided laying on his back by balling himself up so that he was in the fetal position in order to fit the tiny crate. Daiki's attention snapped to Ichiro's smirking face and he looked at him in confusion. "Why am I in this box?" He hesitantly asked as he watched Ichiro grab the lid of the box.

Ichiro ignored Daiki's question as if he weren't even in the same carriage as him. "Good boy, now give me that back,"he said as he yanked his jacket away from Daiki. Whom widened his eyes and watched Ichiro seal the crate shut. "One peep out of you and I toss this crate off of a cliff, got it?" Ichiro told Daiki firmly as he lifted up the surprisingly light crate. Daiki sweat dropped and nodded his head as he stayed quiet. 'I don't see the point in this,' he thought as his appendages started to ache and he swore in pain.

Ichiro narrowed his eyes at the crate and he shook it to remind Daiki that he was to remain silent. Daiki winced and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from swearing again.

After awhile of wincing and aching Daiki felt the box drop to the floor and he winced when he hit his side against the floor. He groaned as he rubbed his side and he heard the clack of Ichiro's boots on the marble floor as he walked out of the room. "Have fun, dog," he chuckled and Daiki opened his mouth to protest, but Ichiro had already slammed the door shut.

'Eh? He's just leaving me here?!' He thought in dismay and he tried to get into a more comfortable position. Daiki groaned when he hit his head against the box in defeat. Feeling distraught that he actually got into the box willingly. 'I should've put up more of a fight,' he thought as he growled and banged on the box with his fist. 'Maybe if I wait long enough someone will come!' He thought hopefully as he smiled slightly. 'So hungry,' he thought, the aching in his stomach a sour reminder to him and he groaned in pain.

After an hour or so it started to get unbearably hot in the box, since Ichiro didn't bother putting air-holes in and Daiki got a bit dizzy due to the lack of oxygen. 'Dåmmit! I'm stupid I did that last time and nobody came! I'm going to die trapped in a box how pathetic,' Daiki thought as he sweatdropped.  'N-No! I—I got to get out of here,' he thought before he started to hyperventilate, whilst kicking his legs in attempt to escape the tiny hell hole he was stuck in. "S-Someone! Help!" he managed to squeak out in distress as he banged on the top of the box. 'The walls are closing in on me! I-I can't breathe!' He thought as his eyes drooped to half lids and he continued to hyperventilate. "Th-That båstard," he mumbled as he stopped struggling altogether, no energy left in him. The walls of the crate started to distort and grow fuzzy when Daiki looked at them through the slits of his eyelids. 'He only sealed me in this box to kill me,' he thought as he sweat, which made everything feel sticky and hot as he closed his eyes and passed out.

A few minutes pass by and someone walked into the room. Kohaku stared at the box with a raised eyebrow and he glanced back to where he came from. He brought his sword out and he jabbed right through the top nearly nicking Daiki. He sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "C'mon I don't have time for this," he muttered as he took the nails out on the four sides of the crate. He opened the box and stared down at Daiki. "A sex slave?" He muttered before he rolled his eyes when he noticed it was Daiki. "Ichiro! When I said I wanted to relax I didn't mean go out and buy a frickin sex slave!" He yelled back out of the room.

-To be continued-