1 My Rich Relative Died and left me.... A SLAVE?!

Somewhere in the suburbs of a major city. Inside a room, in an apartment, in one of the numerous buildings. White walls with barely anything on them drearily concealed the sparse items within its confines. On a frame less twin sized mattress, with only a single set of covers and no sheet. A young man was sleeping.

He was average, about five feet ten inches, or a fifth shy of two meters tall, not too heavy not too skinny. He had a decent build but wouldn't be classified as cut, or defined. He also was not fat of chubby. His hair was short and brown. His face was average. He didn't have any major blemishes but he didn't have any notable features either. His nose wasn't huge or small, it didn't have a weird shape. His lips weren't lush, but they were not thin either.

He had a little bit of brown facial hair growing in. Brown eyes opened and he slowly climbed up from the bed. He looked over at the letter he had received a few days prior.

"Hello Mr Trent Ferris,

My name is Theodore Randolf Mortimer the 14th Esquire, I represent the estate of your late uncle Mr Randal Wheeler Ferris. In his will you are mentioned and will be needed to attend the reading of the will. Non attendance will result in forfeiture of inherited goods to be redistributed to the other inheritors.

The date of this meeting shall be ...." and the Letter continued with a time and location for the reading. It was determined that the reading would take place somewhere in the downtown area. The Date of the reading was today, a little later in the afternoon.

Trent Got out of bed, took a shower, and got himself ready. He was fresh out of college, and only had a piece of paper that said he was a bachelor of business, and a hefty student loan payment to his name. In fact, this piece of paper was the only framed item on the walls in the entire studio apartment.

Trent had saved his entire way through college, working two jobs while studying, sometimes not even sleeping except for every other day. It was a miserable time in his life, but he did it, aside from some brief moments of fun. While others were partying and having fun most of the time. He was working his ass off. He did not have much of a family. His dad had disappeared sometime when he was eight, His mom was always gone dating, marrying, or divorcing some man. He did not have any siblings and was an only child.

He had graduated somewhere in the middle of his class. And was now working a couple of part time jobs till he could land himself a career. He had taken the day off from both, much to the chagrin of his bosses. Staff was very short these days for most common labor jobs, though the companies did not seem to want to do anything more to promote people to want to work for them. This put most companies in a state of perpetually being short staffed, yet not doing anything to fix the problem.

Both bosses had asked him if he could reschedule his plans, or do it another day. He had in fact had to resign from one of them to take the day off. This was going to hurt his finances for a while. Oh well he thought, He did not remember this relative, and had never met them before. He figured it must be from his dads side. That useless old man.

Trent was happy, finally his bastard old man might get him some sort of benefits! He donned his shoes and walked to the bus stop.

After a torturous bus ride, full of crying babies, drug addled creeps, and what he could only have assumed to be a completely crazy person who just stood perpendicular to the floor with his feet on the wall and his hands on the other wall, dressed in a completely white jump suit, with all his visible skin painted white. He had no shoes or socks on either.

Trent lept from the bus and ran down the street towards the address. The bus had delayed a few minutes and he was worried he would be late. He finally saw a brick wall with large numbers in gold letters next to an iron gate. This was the address.

Trent slowed down catching his breath, He checked the time and noticed he still had a couple of minutes to spare and took a sigh of relief. He opened the gate and walked inside looking around.

Behind the gate and wall, was a three story home, it had an old feel with worn paint, and aged timbers. The stairs were stone leading up to a roman style entry way. A rounded sun room could be seen on the corner. The whole property was not large, but was completely surrounded by an eight foot, or two and a half meter tall red brick wall. The home was painted what looked to be at one time a bright blue, but had faded to be more of a splotchy sky blue color. The accents looked like they used to be white, but were now a faded grey, with pieces peeling off exposing the wood beneath.

Trent walked up the stone stairs, and when his hand touched the wooden banister rail, it crumbled under his hands. His face paled a bit and he brushed the debris from his palm off on his pants leg. He walks up to the double front door, he hesitantly reached for the handle.

His hand slowly touched the handle, and when he felt it solid under his grip he let out a breath. He then slowly began to turn the handle and the door clicked. He gave it a tug but nothing happened. He looked at the lock but it was indeed open. He gave it another stiff yank and the door came free smacking him in the face from the force before he could stop it.

He stumbled backwards grabbing his face before almost falling down the stone stairs. He grabbed the pillar instead of the railing remembering at the last minute that it would not support him. When he finally regained his footing, He let out a deep breath. "That was a close one, I wonder if my uncle died on these stairs" he lamented.

Turning, he walked into the house leaving the door open behind him. "Hello?" he shouted out. Inside everything was covered in white cloths but not a layer of dust could be seen anywhere. The floor was a rich reddish brown, with a few decent rugs laid around. The stairs were also wood, and the walls had a quaint floral wall paper covering them. The base color was a light teal, with blue and yellow flowers covering the most of it. Three feet from the ground, or one meter up, a wooden baseboard began, traveling all the way to the floor. This wood was the same reddish brown hue as the floor.

A small voice responded to his call "Hello Sir..... you are here for the reading?"

Trent turned his head to the left to greet the sound of the voice. He stopped having to look a little down.

Before him was a short raven haired girl. Her hair was a little passed her shoulders in length and completely straight. Her skin was almost white like porcelain without a blemish to be seen. Her eyes were young, almost almond shaped with the corners pulled tight. Her irises were a sharp green, and deep. Her nose was dainty and so were he soft pink lips. She was wearing a small french maid outfit, complete with frilly white garlands and garnish. In her hand was a feather duster. She seemed to be a little over four feet tall, or one hundred and sixty centimeters. She also could not be very old, seeming to still be in her teens.

Trent stopped, staring at her for a bit. This caused the girl to blush and turn her head away slightly. "If you are here for the reading, please follow me" she says trying to correct his train of thought. She then turned and slowly started walking towards what appeared to be an office. She opened the door and stopped, motioning him to enter.

When Trent entered the room, he saw several book shelves covered in white sheets, a large wooden desk with intricate inlays covering its periphery, and a single man sitting at the desk wearing a three piece black business suit.

Trent looked around and there was no one else there aside from him and the man, and the maid who seemed to follow in behind him and close the door.

The man at the desk stood and smiled "You must be Trent, I am Theodore Randolph Mortimer the 14th Esquire, I hope you do not mind, but can I check your identification before we proceed?" and held out his hand.

Trent stopped, speaking out loud "he really said his whole name...." before taking the mans hand thinking he wanted a hand shake. Theodore quickly retracted his hand and pulled a cloth from his jacket wiping it quickly. He then covered it in antibacterial gel, smeared that around his hands, and then wiped them clean again. "Your ID sir....." he says once more, a sneer in his tone, as if he was a lord talking to a peasant.

Trent instantly had a bad impression of this man. He took out his wallet and pulled his ID free, He then coughed on his hand before handing it over to Theodore. Theordore's face turned grim when he saw this, and using the smallest tips of two fingers he could he took the iD. He looked at it, and then dropped it right onto the desk. The maid was stiffing a giggle.

"Now that I, Theodore Randolph Mortimer the 14th Esquire have verified your Identity we can begin" He then pulls a piece of paper out from the desk and begins to read.

"This is my last will and testament. In it I will outline the division of all my wealth and inheritance. As I have no children, I leave everything to my only brothers only son.

I am sorry kid my brother was a shit, I hope this makes up for it.

In my property is my manor, my bank account, and my loyal slave Akane. May she serve you as well as she served me." Theodore's pompous voice with this rough words sounded funny.

Theodore then slams the paper on the desk, and points to a pen. "Sign here to accept" he says.