The day had come and Kunzite half hoped that Beryl had forgotten to choose
him a student. But all of that was racing through his head too fast to
stick as he opened the door to his rooms and saw the scared boy with the
vivid jade eyes that stood just inside. He almost smiled, looking the boy
over. He was femmy and slender, with long copper blonde hair that glimmered
down around him and caught the dim light from the hall. Kunzite calmly
walked in, letting his eyes go over the boy, before making a ball of
luminescent magic to hover at his hand for a closer inspection. This
revealed that the boy was much younger than he had expected, just a little
past childhood, and very baby-faced. His skin gleamed with youth and care,
but when Kunzite touched it, he could feel scaring, covered by a thin
glamour, most likely by Beryl so that he would look more worth Kunzite's
time."Young aren't you?" he muttered. He waited for an answer, although
none came. He looked at the boy sharply, but he hadn't moved, although from
his breaths Kunzite could tell he was trembling. He wondered what had
happened to make such a young boy so docile. "I said something to you, boy.
Can you speak?" he asked. He gave the boy's hair a light tug to get him to
look at him. He almost was tempted to hit him, being a man of little
patience when his interest was held, but didn't. He suspected that the boy
had taken far too many blows already, and his violence should be preserved
until training. "Come on boy, surely you are not a mute, and if you are an
idiot, I should not waste precious time teaching you what you will forget
presently." Kunzite said. The boy finally looked at him, his eyes as if
waiting for the blow to come.
"I am. Sir." He said, his words were clipped by the fact that he seemed afraid of speech. Kunzite was impressed by his polite response. He smiled at the boy.
"If you'll do as I say, I won't hit you." He said. He knew that he was a bit of a terror to work with, and would probably break that vow at some time or another, but he hoped he didn't break it too soon, or else he'd never teach this scared little boy.
"Yes sir." The boy responded. Kunzite barely suppressed a scowl. He hated that way of speaking. 'Sir' was just so . . . Sailor-like.
"If you'll call me Master, things will be made easier." He said. To his surprise the boy nodded agreement . . . sans that scared meekness. His face lit up and Kunzite was astounded by just how beautiful he looked. He scowled at himself inwardly for his reaction. This boy was less than half his age and already he was arousing him.
"You are a lovely thing. I'll grant you that." He said. The boy seemed pleased by this complement and Kunzite decided that he would truly try to keep his vow. This one might actually become a fine warrior with enough coaxing.
"Thank you, Master." He said. The word slipped from his mouth easily, as if he had said it many times, although his age and attitude suggested otherwise. Kunzite nodded to him.
"Good." He said easily. Then looked at the boy's eyes more closely. They were a vibrant green and had flashes in them of a deeper green that radiated across, giving his eyes a look of water ripples. "Come on now. You are from this moment forward my student. You must learn all you can from me, because someday you will fight at my side." He said, covering all the bases that Beryl demanded students know, and feeling like Obi Wan from that stupid movie. More like Darth Vader, he corrected himself and had to allow himself some amusement at that prospect. He found it hard to think about himself with children. To his surprise the boy nodded with some inward understanding. Kunzite outwardly smiled. "Such a smart little rat aren't you?" he said, stroking the boy's cheek in approval. To his surprise, the boy rubbed his cheek against Kunzite's gloved hand. Kunzite recognized it as a skin hungry signal, but was amazed to see someone untouched enough to preform it.
"As my student . . . we are nearly one, and in necessity of us being together nearly all the time, we will share living quarters, as well as a bed. This is not for sexual contact, so don't look so afraid." He quickly added, watching fear dawn on the boy's features, it disappeared quickly and the boy nodded agreement.
"Yes Master." He said. Kunzite wondered how old he was, he seemed smart, but looked barely into double digits.
"How old are you?" He asked. The boy had to think for a moment.
"Eleven." He reported. Kunzite was stunned. Usually boys that age were full of energy and disrespect, but the boy was so docile. Again Kunzite had the thought of abuse. He petted the boy's cheek again, watching the way his eyes closed as his fingers neared them. He was pleased with this student, he was obedient, smart, and rather beautiful . . . although that was not something that really mattered as much as the others. Still, a beautiful boy was an advantage . . . in some ways. Kunzite shook those thoughts out of his head, angry at himself for even thinking such things. This was an already abused child and he should try to get rid of the abuse, not create even more trauma.
"Well, you need to start your training quickly, do you have any prior . . . " Kunzite stopped. Noticing the fear that had gone across the boy's face. "What is it?" he asked. The boy just took a step back, and tripped over the foot of Kunzite's bed, sprawling and raising his arms to shield his face. Kunzite quietly waited, letting the boy's immediate fear cease, The boy's hands shielded his face, making him seem somehow even younger to Kunzite and Kunzite gently lifted the boy to his feet, still trembling and now softly weeping, the tears soaked into the old black shirt he wore. "Shh . . . I didn't mean anything by it . . . such a delicate thing you are." He soothed, watching the4 boy's body slowly relax. "My gods, you are as thin as a bone . . . when have you last eaten?" he asked. The boy didn't answer, and Kunzite wondered what could have happened to turn a boy into this scared, trembling creature.
"What happened to you?" He asked, and the boy shivered, then sat down to tell his story.
"I am. Sir." He said, his words were clipped by the fact that he seemed afraid of speech. Kunzite was impressed by his polite response. He smiled at the boy.
"If you'll do as I say, I won't hit you." He said. He knew that he was a bit of a terror to work with, and would probably break that vow at some time or another, but he hoped he didn't break it too soon, or else he'd never teach this scared little boy.
"Yes sir." The boy responded. Kunzite barely suppressed a scowl. He hated that way of speaking. 'Sir' was just so . . . Sailor-like.
"If you'll call me Master, things will be made easier." He said. To his surprise the boy nodded agreement . . . sans that scared meekness. His face lit up and Kunzite was astounded by just how beautiful he looked. He scowled at himself inwardly for his reaction. This boy was less than half his age and already he was arousing him.
"You are a lovely thing. I'll grant you that." He said. The boy seemed pleased by this complement and Kunzite decided that he would truly try to keep his vow. This one might actually become a fine warrior with enough coaxing.
"Thank you, Master." He said. The word slipped from his mouth easily, as if he had said it many times, although his age and attitude suggested otherwise. Kunzite nodded to him.
"Good." He said easily. Then looked at the boy's eyes more closely. They were a vibrant green and had flashes in them of a deeper green that radiated across, giving his eyes a look of water ripples. "Come on now. You are from this moment forward my student. You must learn all you can from me, because someday you will fight at my side." He said, covering all the bases that Beryl demanded students know, and feeling like Obi Wan from that stupid movie. More like Darth Vader, he corrected himself and had to allow himself some amusement at that prospect. He found it hard to think about himself with children. To his surprise the boy nodded with some inward understanding. Kunzite outwardly smiled. "Such a smart little rat aren't you?" he said, stroking the boy's cheek in approval. To his surprise, the boy rubbed his cheek against Kunzite's gloved hand. Kunzite recognized it as a skin hungry signal, but was amazed to see someone untouched enough to preform it.
"As my student . . . we are nearly one, and in necessity of us being together nearly all the time, we will share living quarters, as well as a bed. This is not for sexual contact, so don't look so afraid." He quickly added, watching fear dawn on the boy's features, it disappeared quickly and the boy nodded agreement.
"Yes Master." He said. Kunzite wondered how old he was, he seemed smart, but looked barely into double digits.
"How old are you?" He asked. The boy had to think for a moment.
"Eleven." He reported. Kunzite was stunned. Usually boys that age were full of energy and disrespect, but the boy was so docile. Again Kunzite had the thought of abuse. He petted the boy's cheek again, watching the way his eyes closed as his fingers neared them. He was pleased with this student, he was obedient, smart, and rather beautiful . . . although that was not something that really mattered as much as the others. Still, a beautiful boy was an advantage . . . in some ways. Kunzite shook those thoughts out of his head, angry at himself for even thinking such things. This was an already abused child and he should try to get rid of the abuse, not create even more trauma.
"Well, you need to start your training quickly, do you have any prior . . . " Kunzite stopped. Noticing the fear that had gone across the boy's face. "What is it?" he asked. The boy just took a step back, and tripped over the foot of Kunzite's bed, sprawling and raising his arms to shield his face. Kunzite quietly waited, letting the boy's immediate fear cease, The boy's hands shielded his face, making him seem somehow even younger to Kunzite and Kunzite gently lifted the boy to his feet, still trembling and now softly weeping, the tears soaked into the old black shirt he wore. "Shh . . . I didn't mean anything by it . . . such a delicate thing you are." He soothed, watching the4 boy's body slowly relax. "My gods, you are as thin as a bone . . . when have you last eaten?" he asked. The boy didn't answer, and Kunzite wondered what could have happened to turn a boy into this scared, trembling creature.
"What happened to you?" He asked, and the boy shivered, then sat down to tell his story.
