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Anything You Say

by Shiny Blue Gardevoir

Shiny Blue Gardevoir She's timid, but she'll speak up, even if only to tell her, 'Yes, my beryl...' (Steven Universe fanfiction)
The first thing that she registers is pitch blackness. Blackness, and muffled voices, and the sound of...An injector, perhaps, or even a drill, but it doesn't seem to be coming from inside the place she's in.

She fumbles around in the darkness, finding that the wall in front of her has a little give, and with a push, she manages to burst out of it. She steps outside, and in front of her are two small, green gems, with identical physical forms. Two peridots, and in front of them is a taller, yellow-skinned gem, who's eyeing her with an almost childlike glee.

"She's finally here...My very own Peach Pearl!"

The gem immediately realises that the yellow gem must be talking about her. So that was what she was. A pearl. A servant for a higher ranking gem.

"Is she to your liking, my beryl?" the peridots ask the yellow gem, and she nods, scanning Peach's features with hungry eyes. As requested, she had come with a loose up-do, with her gem at the top of her head, so it vaguely resembled an accessory. Her outfit consisted of a loose peach tunic, with a tulle romantic era tutu, and ballet slippers. She was perfect.

"She's perfect," the yellow gems tells the peridots, "Thank you!"

The peridots bow, and say, "Thank you for ordering a pearl from us, Heliodor," as they leave, presumably to attend to other matters in the kindergarten.

Peach eyes Heliodor with a quizzical gaze. Her gem is huge, and it sparkles brilliantly on her chest, sitting just above where an off shoulder golden ballgown starts. She appears to be carrying a tablet, one equipped with a direct pipeline to Yellow Diamond.

"Heliodor," Peach says, but that is met with disgust from the yellow gem.

"You will call me, 'my beryl'," Heliodor orders, "You are a pearl, Peach, and I am your mistress. I'm a beryl, a regent to the diamonds, and I deserve more respect than that. Clear?"

Peach nods, and without even thinking, she responds, "Yes, my beryl."

"Good," Heliodor says coldly, "Now, for your first assignment, you will accompany me aboard my ship, and we will go and check the progress of the colonies in the neighbouring galaxy. You will deliver my report to Yellow Diamond once we are finished."

Once again, Peach instinctively says, "Yes, my beryl."

"Once that is done, we will hand down orders to the shattering robonoid pilots on the colonies. They are to shatter any gem found to be in some way defective."

"Yes, my beryl," she repeats. Somehow, there isn't even a hint of fear inside her, at the task of shattering defective gems. Obeying Heliodor's orders was what she was made for, after all. And as long as she obeyed those orders, she wouldn't be shattered. Not that she had it in her to disobey.

Peach remains silent as Heliodor leads her to her ship. 'Yes, my beryl'. That was all that she had to say, from now on. Yes, my beryl. Right away, my beryl.

"I'll do anything you say, my beryl."
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