This is are rp no peaking

Hers a Bio thing

Name: Yukina Utada
Age:18
Gender: feemale
Aperance: http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k2...nt=anime23.jpg
Bio: she was born in the slavery.But escaped it and becaeme a thief.Her parents were both killed by a wierd illness.But one night when she went out for her normal staeling raid,she was captured and is once ageain a slave.Being forst to sing.
Personality.Rough around the edges but does care about her friends.

Aryan stood against a wall, one of his legs propped up against the wall, stretching. There were others in the room with him other dancer- and performing-slaves were around but Aryan had nothing really to do with them; as much as he hated being alone and felt the need for others to be around him, that need didn't extend to a need to really be friends with anyone. Since his last master sold him he had locked himself up in a sense, not letting anyone in for fear of getting hurt again. He had learnt his lesson.

Aryan shook his head irritably. He had to focus on on the task at hand, which was dancing for his new master, a master who didn't even speak his language since he had been sold to a place far from his homeland of Persia. And in a place much colder and Aryan hated the cold. But so long as he danced well it shouldn't matter.

A call went up for a rehearsal and Aryan took his position with the other dancers as they started practicing. Aryan was by far one of the best dancers there, dancing was his release, his very soul, without it he would have nothing to live for. Despite this he wasn't the central dancer, he had yet to prove himself in order to o get that coveted position. He didn't mind though, he prefered it in fact, he didn't want the jealousy and attention such a position would bring.

Yukina was being draged in by her new master into a room of a bunch of dancers practiceing.He shoved her along and explaind where she would be singing at.She looked at one boy who was danceing with all of his sole.She staoped and watched him.He was verry talented.He should a pation for danceing.It made her smile slightlt.

Her thoughts got inturuped by her new master grabing her by the arm and pulling her along.She yet out a tyelp as she got draged into a back room.This was just great.She was stuck here.Once ageain a slave.And there really wasnt anyone she could trust here at the moment.Not yet anywase,

Aryan barely noticed that the girl had been brought in, he was losing himself in the dance as often happened when he danced and when that did happen he paid no heed to his surroundings. He was distracted when she yelped though and concequently missed a step. The dance-master thumped his stick on the floor sharply, bringing him back to the dance he was supposed to be doing; normally he expected he would be struck with said stick but since they were about to perform that evening, he couldn't really bruise them or risk any kind of injury.

He quickly picked back up where he was but he was watching the other girl too, curious. He hadn't seen her around and wondered what her position here was. She wasn't dancing so likely she was just an ordinary household slave. When she was taken into the back room he turned his attention away and back to what he was doing.

All too soon they were summonned to perform. It was an ordinary affair to Aryan who essentially made his living of dancing. A small party, gathering of friends and nobles who chatted incoherantly to each other, some watching the dancing, some ignoring them. One man watch him a little too closely for Aryan's liking, he would do watching. Not that it helped since he didn't speak their language.

Closing his eyes he just threw himself into it, ignoring the somewhat predatory looks, and when it was finished went back into the back room where there were a few plates of finger food, most of it foreign to Aryan. He watched others to see how to eat the unfamiliar objects and gathered a plate to sit on his own and eat it.

Yukina was in the verry back of the room. and then began singing one of the song she was going to use for her preformance.

(Please Not I do not own this song ,moulin rouge does)


I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could
Your love do for me?
When will love be
Through with me?

Why live life from
Dream to dream
And dread the day
when dreaming ends?

As she had sung it,she piured all ofher soul into it.Her musics flouted threw the air like they were on a angels birds wings.She sighed when she was done.She dint like singing becasue people wanted to here her.But she loved to sing for her own will and to feel free.She felt hersef blush when her stomach growl.

Aryan closed his eyes and let the woman's voice flow over him. He couldn't understand the words, being a foreigner, but could hear the beauty of them. She seemed to love singing as much as he loved dancing. Her singing made him want to get up and start dancing to it but he resisted the urge in favour of eating.

Looking up when she came back in, he held out a plate of food to her, hearing the rumble of the stomach and smiling a little. His dark eye-liner make-up and olive complexion marked him as not coming from here, but whether or not this girl spoke his language he had no clue.

Yukina walked in and jumped when he held out the plate of food for her.During her tarvels as a thief she had been all over the world.She then smiled and just by his apearance she recognized hi natianlity and said,"thank you",in his lanuage and takeing some food she sat on the floor beside him and beagan to munch on it.


As she sat there her master came it."good job ..thief",he said glareing at her slightly."arnt yuo glad you arnt on the streets any more?",he asked in a smugish tone.Yukina didnt answer him and just sat there eating.

Aryan looked up in suprise and smiled when she thanked him in Persian. She didn't look Persian herself so he didn't think she would know how to speak it, but it was a relief to just hear it. When the man spoke to her in what he guessed was a mean tone though, he stared blankly at him.

After he left, he turned back to her. "You speak Persian," he stated, surprised. "Have you been there?"

He found it curious that she had been there. But still, if she had been in slavery her whole life like he had he guessed it was possible she had lived there for a time. He could tell it wasn't her natural language but that hardly mattered, there was someone here who understood him and that was surprisingly comforting.

Yukina smiled up at him."ive been there once or twice .... nice place",she said takeing another bite of the food."by the way you are an exelent dancer ... i havent seen someone put that much passion into something like that in a long time",she said softly as if she was remembering something about the past then sighed,resting her head back agenst the wall.

Befour she had come there she had been running around the town.About to pull off her biggest thife yet.But she was caought by her 'new master' and he had foursed her into doing tasks for him.For the past three weeks she had been doing nothing but work.She couldnt even remember the last time she slept.

The only reason she was with everone else now was that her master had overheard her singing and desided to use her for that as well.

"I wouldn't know, I haven't seen much of it," he said. He half wished he had, but it was impossible; had he been born to a rich family then maybe, but he hadn't. This was the closest he would get to seeing different places, inside different noble's manors. It was the only life he knew.

He smiled a little self-conciously at the compliment to his dancing; he was rarely, if ever complimented on it. Infact the only person to have done so was when he had been living with his previous master. Feeling a sadness well up at the memory, his head lowered, hair hanging over his face, hiding his deep blue eyes. "Thank you," he said, though it was clear he only said it because it was what he was supposed to say. Then he seemed to calm a little and said, "It's all I have, it's what I live for. Kind of like your singing?" he hazzared a guess. He knew that he was only really ever happy when he was dancing; he knew he couldn't lie without it and he would do anything to avoid having that taken away from him.

Yukina looked at him and a smile came acoross her face."your welcome and ... yah .... i love to sing .....i feel free like people can doo whatever they want to me... try to kill me,throw things at me but ..as long as i can sing freely .. i feel alright.Although be fourced to sing just to make my masters guest happy ... not so much",she saidsoftly looking at him."but you are a great dancer...you should be in the lead"

Aryan gave a single nod of understanding when she spoke of how her singing made her feel. It was exactly how he felt when dancing, as though he were transported to another place, away from here. "It makes no difference to me whether I am forced to dance or not," he said. "So long as they don't take it away from me. I suppose were it not for them teaching me to dance I would probably be dead," he said idly. Well, not this particular master, but nobles in general, them and their dance-masters.

"Why would I want that?" he said to her saying he should be a lead dancer. "That just brings attention, attention I would rather do without," he said bitterly.

Realizing he didn't know her name, he held out his hand and said, "I'm Aryan."

Yukina looked at him and smiled understanding the attenchon part.The shook his hand."im Yukina its nice to meet you Aryan",she then blinked seeing her master come over to her ageain."your up ageain",he said reaching down and grabingg her he yanked her up off the floor.She looked back at Aryan."be back in a sec",she called out as she shoveed her out to do her preformance.

Yukina's master was a tall man who was i his early twenties.His father had lots of money and gave some of it all to him before he died.In his griff he became cold and bitter.When he caought Yukian trying to steal from him he kept her for himself.Then one night he herd her singing and desided to put it to good use.

((I'm going to timeskip, let me know if you want me to edit))

Aryan watched as Yukina was taken out to sing. He hoped that the fact she was the centre attention, that nothing would come of it. It put him back in mind of that guy who had been eyeing him off while he had been dancing. It would do not to be alone tonight, he decided. Of course, if his master decided to allow it there was likely little he could do. He could try his old tricks of passing him on to someone else, but he was out of practice for that. Safer just to stay with others.

While Yukina was taken out to sing, the dancing slaves were rounded up and sent to their rooms. Again, Aryan was glad he wasn't a house-slave, not only because it allowed him to dance but because it meant he could actually go to bed before his master since the only association he had with them was when they performed and the dance-master understood that they needed proper sleep in order to perform properly.

*

Aryan woke the following morning at the crack of dawn as was his habit and slipped out of the communal bedroom and outside, nodding to the guards on duty there. They were used to his unusual hours now, though it had taken a lot of convincing to get them to let him out the first time.

Going outside to an inner courtyard he started running around the area, absorbing the calmness and tranquility of the area, admiring the deep red sky of sunrise. It was cold and he was still unused to the temperatures here so gooseflesh spread over his skin but as his heart rate increased they disappeared. He started stretching before moving into a dance as such, making it up as he went, simply dancing his feelings. It was one of the things he had to do every morning, it cleared his mind and readied him to face the rest of the day.

(its fine ^^)

Yukina wolk up to the sun.She groand getting up.She flinched as pain went threw a huge scar on her back,arms and legs.She sat there for a moment then slowly got to her feet and got cleaned up.She pulled out a long dress her master had given here.He said it was called a Kimino.It came from a place called Japan.

He had ordered her to ware it to hide her woonds.She sighed and then got dressed.She walked down the hall stareing at the floor.The guards had alraedy ben informed to let her go peacefully.She made her way to the cortyard and blinked seeing Aryan.Smileing she quitly sat down and watched him.

What The Kimono Looks Like: http://media.photobucket.com/image/k...mono-2.jpg?o=9