Hey so first fanfic for Karneval and I realize that someone else did something like this but I took a different spin with it so I think it should be ok. If not please tell me and tell me how to make this ok. Thanks! :) Also if you want this to continue review..because I need to know if people want to read this.

Chapter 1

The building shook when Yogi stuck his sword in the ground and thorns erupted from the place in the ground he had just stuck his sword in. Hirato pushed up his glasses and narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

"Yogi! There are still people in the building." He said calmly after yelling his name to get his attention, all while killing a Varuga in the process. Yogi turned back to face Hirato, "Sorry, I forgot."

Hirato sighed at the teenager that was smiling sheepishly at him. But soon focused on the task at hand, killing Varugas, which Hirato excelled in. He killed the last two in the entrance of the building, while Yogi was still fighting one. He left Yogi knowing that he could deal with it, and walked up the stairs to go to the next level to find the Kafka member that lived here.

When he reached the top, he noticed that there were several slaves glancing around scared. Their chains were clacking as they moved, and some of their eyes were lifeless, broken. Bastards… Hirato would make sure that they would suffer.

Hirato coughed to get their attention, "If you want to escape this life, go down the stairs and stop by the man with yellow hair." Five of them went down the stairs and the rest looked at him clueless. Hirato realized that some of them might just understand commands, and nothing else. He tried again with gestures this time, he stopped with his hands pointing at his hair. They responded better to that and went down the stairs; some were dragged down because they still didn't understand but their friend or family did.

With that out of the way, he walked down the corridor that the slaves had been blocking and looked at the marble walls that were white with blackish streaks. The ceilings had detailed chandeliers that were gold with black tips to match the walls and floor. He reached a grand door with elaborate golden handles. Hirato couldn't help but admire their sense of fashion and color coordination.

He lifted his hand to open the door…only to push his square, black glasses up his nose making the light flash on the lenses. He lowered his arm and opened the doors to find an almost empty room. There was a slave that had his legs chained, it looked like a little kid that had white hair with purple ends. It was hard to tell, Hirato was at the front of the room while the slave was on the other end and the room could have been a ballroom. Plus there was so much grime on the boy.

He started to cross the room when the person they had been searching for appeared and flew towards Hirato. Hirato easily countered with his baton and pushed the Kafka member away.

"So you are as good as they say, Captain of the second ship."

"I'm better than what they say, please forgive me for not introducing myself, Uro." Hirato said straightening and narrowing his eyes.

Uro rushed at him again with more determination and rigor than the first time and still Hirato was able to counter and then dodge as Uro struck again. As he dodged he pushed glasses up his nose for the third time. After he did that Hirato launched himself at Uro and followed by a kick and a punch. The Kafka member managed to either dodge or block all but the punch that hit him square in the face. Uro backed away wiping the blood coming from his nose and then laughed.

"Are you even trying!" His face takes on an insane look and his eyes shine with a mad light.

Hirato says nothing just narrowing his eyes before speeding forward, his hair moving all over the place with the wind and the end of his coat is rustling too. He sends a rush of power that takes on the color of blue and makes the building shake but Uro cancels it out with his own rush of power. However, he is panting heavily and has blood smeared on his face.

They both rush at each other and becoming a blur of legs and arms. Occasionally, one would get thrown back but they would come back with a vengeance and return back to the blur. This went on for five minutes before Uro got slammed into the marble wall and slid down it; he did not get back up.

Hirato was breathing heavy, had blood smeared on his face, and his suit was ragged and cut in some places. Yogi still had not come up but he was probably still helping the former slaves into the second ship. He approached the little kid who had seen the whole fight yet he did not seem scared instead he seemed hopeful. Weird…

"Can you talk or understand what I'm saying?" Hirato asks not wanting to sound like an idiot.

"Y-yes," the boy says while nodding his head hesitantly.

"Good, go down the stairs and find a boy with yellow hair."

"O-ok…what about you?"

"I'm going to search this house for other people." He said gently, "Separate your legs."

The boy did so and Hirato took out his baton and broke the chains on his legs.

"T-th-thank you."

"What's your name?"

"Nai." The little child said as he walked toward the stairs outside the room Hirato was in. Suddenly he comes back in the room panting and his skinny legs shaking.

"U-umm..There's a warm person in here…he's trapped."

Warm person..? "Thank you."

The boy left and Hirato was for the first time alone in the room. There was another pair of doors on the other side so Hirato started walking towards them while wondering what a 'warm person' was. His dress shoes made a firm click against the marble floors as he walked towards them. When he paused silence loomed over his shoulders and so he quickly opened the doors and started walking again.

He came across a door and opened it only to find it empty; it seemed to be the sleeping quarters for the slaves. This happened twice more before he found the kitchen full of slaves working. All of them were about the age of Nai, maybe a bit older though, the oldest seemed to be in her thirties and had an air of being a mom. She seemed to be the outlier in this group considering ages.

They stopped and looked at him before glancing at her, she immediately put up her arms while they crowded behind her. Some were peeking to see what would happen while others closed their eyes firmly.

"I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help you." Hirato said honestly.

The woman hesitated but then responded firmly, "Show me proof."

"Then follow me." They shuffled forward as he moved back towards the room where he had defeated Uro. Once they got to the sight, they all gasped and looked at him with shock. The woman took a few steps forward and talked.

"I believe you, however where are we supposed to live like this never happened. I used to be your average mother taking care of two daughters when I was captured and sold into slavery. My daughters were separated from me and for all I know could be dead. How am I supposed to go on like they never lived!?" She ended sobbing but still standing firm. Definitely a mom… Hirato thought, always putting children first.

The others started nodding and one of the older boys spoke, "Same, I had a little sister who always smiled and laughed but then we were sold by our parents. Can you help her too if she's still alive?" His voice hesitant at first but growing in strength. "Can you?"

Hirato put his hand up to prevent anyone else to talk, "I am afraid not, however, you can help them by joining us, Circus. We are an organization that fights people like 'him'," he gestures to Uro,
"and they deal with the slave trade. They also experiment on human beings, which is against the law."

"I will go…I can't speak for anyone else though." The lady said, "My name is Kya."

"Nice to meet you Kya," Hirato says as he takes his hat off and bows, "My name is Hirato, captain of the second ship."

"I will go as well but first shouldn't we help him." The boy who had a little sister said, glancing at Kya, who nodded.

"Yes we should Cas." She said.

"Who is him?" Hirato asked wondering if it was perhaps the 'warm person' Nai had been talking about.

"He is someone who is unique." Kya said in response, then turning to the people behind her. "You guys go where he tells you to go and make your decision later, if that's alright with you Hirato."

"Yes, go down the hallway and the stairs until you meet a yellow haired guy named Yogi."

The former slaves left the room until it was only Cas, Kya, and Hirato. Kya started walking toward the door that went to the stairwell and Hirato followed with Cas.

"Also he might be a little more cautious than us because he's been a slave his whole life, I'm pretty sure. I don't know for certain but I know he was here before the old cook who was here before me. And she had been here ten years which might not sound like a lot but it is most people die after four years." Kya said quietly.

Hirato nodded making sure to remember that particular piece of information. They were now in the corridor when she turned to wall and pushed on a marble stone that slide back. Secret room…hmmm..wonder why?

There was another hallway that they walked past, Hirato noticed that the marble was more grayish than white which made him wonder if it was because of Varuga. They reached a door that was wooden but it looked solid enough. It looked pretty plain to him but it did have a chain holding the door in place making sure whoever was in there could not escape.

Cas went up to the door and knocked two times than counted to five softly before knocking two times again. He then took out a key and put it in the lock that held the chains together.

Click.

He opened the door and Hirato found himself facing a sixteen/fifth teen year old that had spikey black hair with olive, blueish eyes.

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