Series: Opposite Ends||Title: Poorest Treasure
Characters: Shingo, Yuugo
Chapters: 10-10||Chapter Words: 500||Total Words: 5,000
Genre: Fantasy||Rated: G
Challenges: Diversity Writing: Arc-V Aus: Section G1: drabble novel; Valentine's Day To White Day Advent 2015, day 11, write about a birthday, marriage, or birth; Include the Word Boot Camp, #30, sofa
Notes: This was written for SilvorMoon's birthday. I've finished it all so will be posting once a week.
Summary: As a prince, Shingo's had the finest education around. But that doesn't mean that he still can't learn a few things.

Yuugo lay on a bed so plush that he didn't think he'd fall asleep all night. He wasn't comfortable here. But he couldn't get up out of here either. Shingo told him to lay down and so he laid down.

At least he didn't tell me to go to sleep. If he had, the collar would have put him to sleep as fast as possible. He knew that the prince probably meant that regardless, but there was the loophole and there was Yuugo slipping through it.

He didn't like this bed and he didn't like the room, either. It was too big – at least twice the size of any room he'd ever had. He'd seen Prince Shingo's room and that had to be even bigger than this one was. The bed wasn't the only big thing here. There was a closet where a dozen or so outfits like the one he still had on hung neatly. The closet had more empty space than filled there.

A large desk took up another portion of the room, with books and papers and pens on it. Yuugo didn't understand most of what was on there. He'd stared at the books, wondering what it would be like to be able to read.

Not that he thought he'd be able to do that. Shingo hadn't said a thing about wanting him to read. He just opened doors and knocked on doors and carried things here and there and that sort of thing. He'd done it before, for those other people who'd owned him over the years.

Not a whole lot makes me different from the servants. Nothing I can think of anyway.

Well. Sort of. Servants could save up their money or even get a retirement benefit of some sort and go to live independent lives where no one else would tell them what to do. That wasn't something that he could ever do, unless and until someone set him free, taking the collar off of his neck.

Yuugo closed his eyes. The bed hadn't gotten any more comfortable but he couldn't think of anything else that he could do. He was a lot more tired than he'd thought that he would be. Sleeping did sound pretty good.

But the bed was too soft, too warm and the air was too thick and scented with aromas that he didn't recognize and didn't like, and his stomach remained full of food that he'd barely liked eating and only had because he'd been too hungry to turn it down.

Slave markets didn't feed their wares all that well and definitely not all that often. At least some of the thinness that Shingo noticed reflected that.

If he keeps feeding me like that, I'm going to get fat in no time.

Yuugo wasn't happy about anything. He hadn't been since the day Rin was taken.

Once again he promised that he'd find her. Until then, he would have to deal with Prince Shingo.

What a selfish, spoiled brat.

The End

Notes: So that's it for now. I have plans for how Shingo loses a lot of his selfish spoiledness and to develop the parts about Rin, Yuzu, Selena, Ruri, and the whole Shards of Ray thing. Plus, what are Yuuya, Yuuto, and Yuuri up to?