Authors note: This is very important! Please read to get a better understanding of the story as a whole. Not everything will be here but enough to just get the jiff of everything :3 I hope this catches people's attention! It sounds lame at first but it gets better!
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Summary: His breath was warm and danced delicately against the soft hairs of the crimson king's belly as he placed ginger kisses randomly here and there. His sharp blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked up at his companion who's teethe grin pushed up slightly reddening cheeks, "do you trust me Rin?" /ArabianAU*warning for future chapters* FLUFFIES
xX Prologue Xx
The crisp desert night invaded the small camp of barbaric individuals who had settled down for camp near isolated patches of identical mounds of sand. The mounds gave little coverage but the hostile tribe was use to far worse things. They came from far lands from the north, up in the mountains of Asia. Their goal: to sack every kingdom they come by and yes, this was just one tribe. Just one tribe of hundreds but each come with heavily built savages.
They really didn't mind the name, it's what they were. They loved pain and torture and thrived for wealth and power. They didn't come to a dry desert to just have a good time with the locals, no, they came for the king.
The king was a beautiful youth, full of potential and power. He had what most desired, and that was water. People say he bathed in water of gold and walked with a stride of confidence. His dreams drived his potential, they say, and that's the reason why he had became so powerful.
But killing a king wasn't easy, nothing is easy in fact. Although for the savages they were too confident with their courage. They already invaded and won countless kingdoms and their empire had grown strong. But this king was stronger. He was a smart king who kept close alliances with other kingdoms of the sand and always kept fair. People adored him and respected him which increased the loyalty among his people.
These barbarians where fully aware of the strength of the king and for years sought ways to distinguish his power. Only problem was that they were not that smart, unorganized or even too battle hungry maybe.
In the early years, way before the young king had taken power, the barbarians had an alliance with the Arabian Kingdom. Although this was after the brother of the older king killed his brother to take the thrown. The man allowed them in his city simply out of fear and the outsiders pleasures themselves with the riches of the city.
Well, until the deceased kings 13 year old son was finally found after suddenly disappearing after the death of his father. Rules changed and there was violence that erupted in the city. The barbarians where pushed back by neighboring kingdoms and nobles after the corrupted society was restored. It was quiet since then.
Four years later, the barbarians wanted a war.
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Haru tasted the earthy grains of sand that clotted up his teeth as he was slapped across the ground. Heavy iron chains bit into his wrists and ankles as his body twisted in an angle that his hands and feet could not fallow. The force of the bigger man's hand to his cheek made his jaw stiff and he rolled his jaw bone painfully. The night air was sharp on his exposed bruised skin that seemed to open up healing cuts and scrapes. It was a familiar pain, pain of punishment and disobedience. But it was a pain he could never truly get use too. Yes he could force himself to roll too his side and spit a mixture of blood and sandstone to the ground but the stinging and pulsing pain would never be comforted. It was the same pain from when he was a kid, but not the kind when a knee is scrapped. The kind when he was first forced into the life of a slave.
The barbaric man toward over Haru with a disgusted look in the eye. He wore a heavy set of lion's fur and tattered cloth. His sword and chain rattled at his side as he pulled up the beaten Haru up by the hair and pushed him against a wooden table. Haru left eye was a little swollen and his face contorted in pain but he wouldn't cry, he would never cry again.
"What happened? I thought we had a deal Nanasa. Do you really think I like to see my best thief run off and play cat and mouse," the man growled pulling Haru up close and against him. He wanted to watch the discomfort and fear in Haru's eyes but instead the teens eyes where dark. They were shaded by dirty black hair with strength and unchanging emotions.
Haru wasn't no ordinary peasant boy. He grew up independent and alone. It made him hard and unchangeable to the world especially with all the experiences he had endured. He had to get used to the life he lived in or face the consequences. Over time he got good, almost too good where he couldn't find any happiness. He would fall into the hands of a master but then escape from it. He would discover riches no other man had even seen before but he had no pockets to savor the moment. Most of the time he was just a traveler in search of what he valued most, water.
He knew of water and how to get it. But going to the city was almost impossible when you're an outsider. The city used to be his home but he was pulled out of it and never returned since. Now he was stuck in the greedy hands of the barbarians who had too much control over the young traveler. He's been with them for almost a year and unfortunately he had been treated unfairly. He'd agree to do their dirty work in any way to stay alive really but it never made him free.
Now the leader of the barbarians was at his neck, literally. Haru's gasp was cut short as the man's insanely large fingers wrapped around his throat and his wind pipe lost its abundance of air. He gagged and clawed at the dark hands as much as he could even with iron chains weighing down his wrists.
"I've been fair too you and now I'm just sick of it. I have better things to do tha-" the man spit out but was interrupted when Haru tried to utter a word. The man's frown deepened and thoughts of how to kill the disobedient slave. Obviously torture didn't get the picture across to Haru, well in his mind, and he needed to think of something worse.
Haru tried to say, "I-..ack..stop..I can- hel-" but it was useless and his vision started to blotch up. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die. He didn't want to die.
"What?" The leader dropped the dark haired peasant and his weight pressed against the table. His bleeding feet had little to no balance but he looked up with his dark eyes again. They were as cold as ice and he was breathless.
"I'll kill the king for you."
He was rewarded with greedy grins.