The New Heir (for Adohiro)

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Steven Ellis's line of work made it easy for him to get access to the black market. He had been hired by countless people involved within it, so was able to make connections through them. And so, when Steven began considering purchasing something for himself- or rather, someone- it didn't prove to be too difficult.

Steven was the leader of a group of assassins, and as such he had a lot of responsibility rested on his shoulders. It was a family business, founded by Peter Ellis, and passed down through 6 generations until Steven finally inherited it from his mother. They had grown over the many years from a small band of killers to a larger organization.

There was, however, an issue. Steven was now nearing 40 years old and still had no wife, let alone a child. Usually the Ellis family had children much earlier, his mother having him at just 22, but Steven had just never done so. Due to this, there was no one he had to pass on the business to when he retired. His advisors had been pushing him into settling down for a few years now, and he was getting sick of it.

And that's where the black market came in. Steven didn't have to have his own child, if he could just "adopt" one. He had talked with various of his customers until he was able to find a trustworthy one offering to sell him a child. Steven had agreed, and was currently on his way to the man's location in order to carry out the deal.

A small little cute child was going to be sold to a man. He had no idea what this man besides he had a big business. The owner of the black market noticed Steven and called out to him. “This is the child you can have. He has nothing wrong with his health or body. No abnormalities. He’s perfect.” The man said trying to sell the child like he was some undamaged propert. The white haired child looked up at the older looking man with wide pretty blue eyes.

“Say hello!” The owner firmly told the boy, smacking his naked bare bottom which he cried out. “Hello mister.” The child sniffled and he smiled at the new man. He seemed nice enough but he did look old. Older than some buyers that came to the black market. The black market sold lots of things, not just children.

“He’s an orphan. He was found wandering around the streets at two years old. He Hasn’t had a buyer either. So I hope you will like him.” The owner spoke while the child tried not to look bored. “He doesn’t have a name yet but we called him Moira.” The owner said.

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Steven scratched at his chin. "Moira, eh?" he mused, looking down at the small child. If what the man said was true, he was great for what Steven had planned. A bit scrawny, but that was to be expected given his childhood.

"Hmm... he will do, thank you." Steven fiahed through his pocket to get the money and hand it over to the other man. "Although, does he happen to have any clothes? I can't exactly take him home like this..."

The owner nodded giving the child a potato sack or it looked like one. The child put it on having trouble with but he soon was dressed in it. It looked like a dress on the child which he glanced up at his new ‘master.’ He happily twirled around in his new ‘clothes’ thinking this was the best clothes ever!

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Steven held back a chuckle, clearly amused by how much the child was pleased with the sack. It should suffice at least until they got back and he could get in some real clothes. "Alright then, Moira, we'll be taking our leave now."

Moira nodded waving at the owner and he inched closer to his new owner. “We go bye bye now?” He asked wondering why the man wanted him. However, he seemed like a nice man do he trusted him.

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Steven looked down at Moira and gave a nod. "We're going back to my house now," he said simply, beginning to walk out of the alley and expecting the boy to follow him.

The boy smiled and he followed after the older man. He looked around happily and he held the man’s hand. “Is your house big?” He wondered. “Is it?” The child asked again and wondering if he would get his own bed and room too. “What should I call you?” He asked. “A bastard?” He accidentally cursed not knowing he was risking a spanking or having his mouth washed out with soap.

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"It's not too large," the man answered, allowing the boy to take his hand as they walked. He was a bit surprised to hear Moira curse, and turned to him with a stern look. "Don't say that word, young man," he ordered simply, before considering his actual question. "Mr. Ellis is fine." He wasn't sure how he felt about being called father yet, so he decided to keep it formal for now.

The boy heard his stern voice and what he should call him. He decided to he would test the man’s patience. He often did that when he got a new owner so he could know if he crossed the line get. “Okay Mr. Ellis bastard.” The child said again with an innocent cute smile.