Geboku
A Gensoumaden Saiyuuki AU fic
seikazu aisenai
Kazuya Minekura and others own Saiyuuki. Any misuse of the characters of the said series was just for the perverse enjoyment of the one who came up with this "idea."
Gensoumaden Saiyuuki in itself has no definite timeline in real time, ne? This fic is more so since I have that right in an AU.:p
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Scrawl Two
Uncertainties
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Just great. First pity. Now he's questioning my competence to look after myself.
And the worst part is, somehow, he was right.
Look at what I ended up being. A slave for those who had enough cash on their filthy hands to buy me off from my latest guide of torment. It didn't matter whether they were human or youkai, they were all the same bunch who got a kick out of seeing me suffer. All because… 'Don't go there again!'
I waited for him to say more as I further stared at the abrasions around my wrists. To rub it all in on how I should be grateful to him. Just like they always do. Funny, though, how this one seemed to hit home in just a couple of strikes.
He stayed silent; soreness inflicted by my fist to his middle earlier, supposedly fading. And moved to the bedside table and dropped the keys and shackles on it. Then he returned to his earlier position and raised his right hand. I waited for that first blow. In fact, I craved it. So I could dash this darned mirage into pieces and see it for the pile of sand it really was. He just took hold of my arm and made me get up. 'Maybe this one's different…'
The blond one escorted me through the door on the left wall. It led us to an ample-sized bathroom, complete with separate shower and tub. This guy must've had it made to be able to rent something like this.
"Remove your clothing." 'So much for false hope.' "Unless you've forgotten how to do that and you're in need of my assistance?"
"Oh, so you got some kink with the bathtubs."
He refused to rise to the bait and watched me expectantly. I refrained from asking him to turn around while I rid myself of the garments.
He held out a hand. 'Here it comes…' I grasped it with eyes shut — and found myself seated roughly on a cool surface. I opened my eyes. I was accommodated on a marble-like stool in front of the large sink, mirror facing my back. The human was busy doing something with the tub, his back turned away from me.
I gazed at the door longingly. 'Maybe—' "Don't even think about it." 'I guess blondie here wants me squeaky clean before we do anything.' He exited through the object of my yearning and entered the same passage after a few minutes, dressed in a bathrobe. Weird-looking stuff were deposited beside the sink. 'Is that shampoo..?'
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Water was poured over my head and had me sputtering all over the place. "Hey!" He just continued without a word and put gooey stuff in my hair, lathering it all the way to the roots and ignoring the mess that ensued around the vicinity.
I blinked. Some of the fluid came into my eyes. "Shit!" My hands instinctively tried to wipe them away.
"Stop that, it'll only hurt more." He removed my hands and poured more water over my eyes. The sting went away.
Next, he rinsed out all the suds and repeated the process until he was sure that no trace of the substance was left. He then hoisted me to my feet and brought me to the shower. I blinked again. A couple of knobs were turned and a warm drizzle steadily spilled forth. I lifted my face to the divine spray, loving the way it cascaded down my skin with its soothing beat. Melted the aching muscles and washed the accumulated dirt away, erasing strain and stress.
A small smile seemed to have appeared on the face of my bathing attendant. "What's so funny?" The blond gave me a puzzled look and kept quiet. The relaxing mist must have made me see things.
He turned off the shower and went to the task of covering me all over with soap. He accomplished it with a clinical neatness but my body gave meaning to the contact his skin made with mine. Not to mention that denying what was going down below didn't help to eliminate the mortification I felt as he lifted his brows in awareness to the evidence. This was not supposed to happen. I do not experience desire with my owners, I feel derision with their every touch.
He, on the other hand, overlooked the incident and maintained his role, making me wonder if I should feel rejected instead of thankful.
The shower was turned on again. Afterward, he inserted himself between the wall and me, managing to avoid being totally drenched by the water. And made me able to observe his eyes clearly. They were an incredible purple. First time I actually saw one blessed with that shade. Astonishment bled into mine, earning me a warning glance as he scrubbed the soapy foams off.
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"Stay there." The water in the tub was just the right temperature, heat seeping into my veins.
I felt my cheeks color in spite of the steam as the robe slid off creamy shoulders and exposed the smooth back of my present owner. The faint thud of sodden cloth on the floor was heard. I closed my eyes — my breath, shallow, my blood, furious. One should not be privileged to witness such a delectable sight.
'I will not look. I will not look. I will not look.'
The sound of falling water teased me from behind my eyelids.
'I will not look.'
Bubbles forming wove temptation around my ears.
'I will not look.'
Sadly, willing oneself to not do something isn't as easy as not doing it. My lids fluttered open without permission. I twisted around in my spot and was subjected to the breathtaking view. Jets of life-sustaining liquid flowed down his golden head and wrapped around his pale skin with its trickling streams. The vapors completed the vision, driving me to total engrossment. Surprisingly, each motion of his filled me with a sense of comfort; vague, like a long-forgotten dream.
So intent was I in examining each detail that several moments passed before reality crashed back into orbit. His purple were already fixed at mine, distance emerged as mere inches with its weight. I broke away, blushing like a moron who didn't know what to do on his first date. 'What's happening to you, man? Getting skittish with such a delicate-looking human.' But I knew deception had a pretty face so I kept my own averted from him.
Light steps advanced forward. The water level rose as he took his place beside me. His nearness, despite the abundant rectangle of the tub, forced me to take almost a third of the fluid content with my speed in stepping out of what suddenly felt like contained space.
"Uh, I don't wanna, um, get all wrinkly." 'Damn those eyes…' "Plus, I don't wanna invade your space or anything." He nodded his agreement. I had I feeling he enjoyed my distress, somewhere in those violet depths.
"Don't worry, I can dry myself!" That, I admit, deserved the snort I heard from him. 'Who would've thought, Sha Gojyo, afraid of an ordinary towel.'
Clad in a similar robe, I marched out the bathroom. And followed the wafting aroma of cooked food to the table near right wall. My stomach grumbled its complaint.
"Go ahead and help yourself." 'Did he have cameras all over the place or what?'
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I had already wolfed down half of what he ordered when he came out. He barely touched his plate as I finished everything that was left, not wanting to waste any crumb. This time, I was sure that a smirk peeked from his impassive expression.
After the meal, we just changed to the pajamas spread out on the bed, which magically appeared along bath time. Or maybe dinner, since I was too preoccupied to notice anything else.
He stood by the window and brought his cigarette to life with a spark of a lighter. I wanted to ask for one, but I feared that that was pushing my luck too far.
I settled for lying on the bed. It was softer than the usual ones I was provided with. But sleep won't claim me, someone who had features bestowed by the celestial bodies already had my attention. Even as he situated himself beside me, only a muted 'goodnight' came out from his lips.
No S&M. No labor. The amethyst-eyed human conformed to none of the unwritten rules and expected conduct of one who had just acquired a slave.
'So why the hell did he get me anyway?'
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Woo-hoo! I finally got this part done.^_^ I'm already half-drowsy with sleep but I forced myself to finish it. Pardon the grammar, spelling, and stuff. Forgive the non-movement of the plot.
I was stuck with the last part and somehow, you guys who reviewed the first one made me fight with the cursed slump. Thanks you, guys! *glomp*
Kurtain
real-circus
Guardian of Jupiter
Tooboe luvs Tsume
Shiroki
koboreta
04/23/2003
