I opened my eyes slowly and blinked a few times. Everything hurt, from my head to my toes and the brightness that hit me didn't help. I got up a little and was able to make out the outline of a window, a closet, a sofa, a fireplace and a chair. The ache in my body had not yet subsided and I felt like I would throw up so I layed back down, trying to remember what has happened.
I was traveling, yes... I was traveling by ship to Eore, because my father wanted me to meet my soon to be fiance, Kabuto or something like that. I remember being against it, but as a king my father had ways to make me comply to his wishes. Then there was the storm. Wild and untameable. The ship got uncontrolable and soon crushed against some cliffs. I fell in the water something hit me and everything went black.
Then what was I doing here, not that I was complaining, I was still alive after all. As I contemplated what the hell happened, the door opened and someone came in. I looked up to see and thank my savior, only to get the shock of a lifetime. Have I hit my head to hard? Was I halucinaring? Before me was staying the most beatiful creature I have ever layed my eyes on. Dark piercing eyes, framed by long lashes, full pale pink lips, high aristocratic cheekbones and messy longish raven hair, that gleamed blue in the sunlight. But not only was his face chiseled, as if crafted to perfection by God himself,also he had a body to die for- curvacious and slender, but toned at all the right places and this skin, oh God, it looked like snow white silk, smoothe, flawless and gleaming in the light.
As I stayed there mesmerised by the boy's sheer beauty, he quickly came to my side and not giving me any time to get used to his closeness, he put his hand to my forehead, checking the temperature. Then looked me in tne eye and started speaking and as the melodic angelic voice washed through me, my brain totally stopped. His lips and voice were hipnotizing. After a few seconds of staring dumbly at him, I figured out it would be better to concentrate, before I gave him any more reasons to think a was a complete retard. And that I did, only to comprehend that I didn't understand a single word. He was speaking some strange melodic language and I was staying there looking like an idiot. After a few awkward minutes of him and talking and me just laying, he seemed to get it, that I didn't understand a word he was saying, so he just gave me some food, that I have not seen him wearing. It consisted of a bowl of soup,fresh bread that looked homemade and a cup of tea. He left everything by my side, checked my temperature again, said something, that I can only presume was "Get better" and left the room, leaving me empty and aching on the inside.
The food was delicious, the soup was creamy and warm and the bread- soft and fluffy. After a few minutes I felt full and sleepy, so I relaxed on the soft bed and everything went dark, as I dreamed of silky raven strokes and snow white velvet skin.
The morning came way too fast. The sun was shining brightly and I could see the sea through the window. It was a beautiful view, no doubt. No sooner had I opened my eyes, than the ethereal beauty from yesterday came into the room, looking as stunning as before in his long silk dark green yukata. He glided gracefully to my side and started groping around my bandaged body. That was the moment I understood that I was wrapped almost from head to toe by bandage and beside that I was starkly naked. I have never felt ashamed of my body so when the beauty started unwrapping me and more and more skin got exposed to his eyes, I only felt excitement from his gentle touch. His hands had to be the softest article I have ever gotten the privilegeof touching and as he was working, I felt myself hardening, which wasn't a good, taking into consideration that I may scare the poor boy and lower my chances of getting with him to zero. So when he went to change my bandages on the lower half of my body I took both his hands in my own.
"That would be enough. I can do it on my own from here, thanks for your help." He looked at me confused at first, I knew he didn't understand my language, but after a little bit he seemed to get it that I needed some privacy so he nodded and left the room. After that I managed to change my bandages and to get my raging hormones under control. I took the time to inspect my body. All of it was littered with scratches, but there weren't any serious injuries, I would be as good as new in a few days. After awhile the raven came again and brought delicious looking steaming stew with meat pieces, bread and a cup of water. He left the food by my side, but this time didn't leave. I noticed he had also brought a smaller portion for himself, he sat on the bed next to me and started eating, looking at me expectantly as I stared dumbfounded at him. I coudn' t help it, the way his full pink lips wrapped around the tender pieces of meat, made me think of a way more inapropriate meat being sucked onto by them. But I managed to force my thoughts in another direction and digged into the delicious food. After we both finished our meals, he took the dishes away and to my surprise came back to sit next to me. I guess I had to get used to his closeness, if I didn't want to deal with an awkward problem in my neither regions.
He took a paper, ink and feather and wrote something on it. Then pointed to himself and slowly pronounced "Sasuke". Sasuke, I guess that was his name, beautiful and unique just like him. He showed me then the paper, it symbols were elegant, but I couldn't understand any of them, nonetheless it must have been his name written on it. I immidiately got the uncontrollable earge to learn his language, to get to know everything about him- his hobbies, his dreams, his likes and dislikes. I've known this boy only for a day and he had already got under my skin.
He looked me straight at the eye questioningly. The little one wanted to know my name.
"Itachi"
I said it as slowly and clearly as I could.
"Itachii" he repeated in his angelic voice and I suddenly felt warm on the inside. He got up and made it to the wardrobe, took something out and placed it on the bed. I noticed it was a pair of grey pants and a dark red blouse. Both were of fine material and looked big enough to fit my tall broad figure. I felt a pang of jealousy. These clothes were in no way his own, his frame was way to delicate and slender. Was there another man living here? And if there was, why have I not seen him yet. If Sasuke was mine and a stranger came in our house, I would have immidiately made sure. the man kept his hands to himself.
I was just coming up with a way to ask him if there was someone else in the house, when he motioned for me to get up and pointed to the clothes, he had left me. I obediently started getting up. He rushed to my side to keep me steady. Through was, I didn't need any help. I have always been pretty strong and as I've said before, the injuries weren't anything serious and if it was anyone else clinging to my side I would have told him so, but not to Sasuke. His skin felt even softer than before, which I thought would have been impossible and his scent, oh his scent was so intoxicaringly sweet, that I had a hard time keeping myself from buriing my nose in his I was hard again. Stupid hormones.
He sat me on the bed and kneeled to help me put on my pants. Oh the ideas I got while he was performing the simple task. When I got dressed, we moved out of the room. It seemed he wanted to take me around the house and I was impressed at what I saw. Next to the bedroom I was sleeping in was the living room. It was big and homy with large windows,which you could see the sea through, and an open kitchen at one side. A carpet covered the floor, in the centre of the room was a huge sofa looking at a big fireplace, infront of it there was a table. Against the walls there were cupboards and fancy looking objects, pictures and vases with flowers. As a man, grown up in a palace, I was used to expensive stuff and I could see that whoever built and decorated the house surely didn't spare anything. One side of the house was looking at the sea and the other at a beautiful garden with flowers, greenery and vegetables. Sasuke didn't take me to his bedroom, instead we headed straight to the bathroom quarters. It was a big room made of stone with a large tube crafted in the stone and there was hot water flowing through it, it was no doubt buildet on a hot spring.
Sasuke waited for me to look around and then lead me to a small stone building not far drom the house. The toilet, simple, but extraordinarilt clean. He left me to do my business. Then we went back to the bathroom and he looked expectantly at me. I smiled slightly and started undressing uder his scrutinizing gaze, flexing and posing a little bit as I unwrapped the bandages around my body. Then slipped into the warm water, relaxing as it suited my tensed muscles. Sasuke was blushing profusely and that made me happy. I was getting a reaction out of him. I motioned for him playfully to come join me and he got even redder and left the bathroom in a hurry, coming ahain after only a few minutes to leave towels, bandages and clothes by my side and leaving again.
When I got completely ready, he escorted me to my room and brought me food. As we ate in silence, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I took his hand to have his attention and sighned with the sighnes of the old language. "Will you teach me to speak your language?" I hoped he understood, because almost no one used the sighnes anymore. I was obliged to learn them, because I was a prince and even as that I knew only a few. He looled puzzled for a moment, I could guess that the language wasn't new to him, but he knew as much as I, which was not much. After a little more contemplation on his part, he finally nodded.
I was ecstatic. I could not wait to see how anything from now on would progress, but I was positive about one thing - I would not leave this place until I have taken the beauty as my own.
