"My Father." He said softly. He was obviously used to being hit for
too many words, and tended to be quiet, rather than be hit. Kunzite tried
to understand this, but came up with a blank. He could not remember a
family, being a creature created from blood and stone. But obviously a
'father' was some sort of terrible person. The way the boy spoke of this
person, they must be very terrible.
"Tell me more." He asked. He placed a hand under the boy's chin and lifted it, looking into the depths of his amazingly green eyes. "I promise no one will hurt you. I'm your master, and that means your protector as well." He said. Watching the boy's eyes, a brightness slid into them all at once and slowly the boy gave him a slight, but altogether a relieved smile. Kunzite leaned forward slightly and kissed him on the mouth lightly. When he pulled back, the boy was confused, but not afraid.
"Okay." He finally whispered, and seemed to think on how to express all of this. "I was a very difficult child. Really I must have been." The boy started. Kunzite was in deep thought as he listened, trying to figure out all of this, along with trying to place dark kingdom morals onto what the boy already knew. "Well, when I was disobedient, even in thought, he would punish me. It must have been hard on him. Me being such a trial on him. I was the last of six children." The boy whispered, in his soft, unassuming voice. Kunzite realized suddenly that the boy's words: father had meant a parent. That a parent, someone who was the creator of an innocent child could be so cruel was a blow to Kunzite. He could see a Master giving beatings for discipline, and was aware that such could abuse that privilege, his own Master had been rather partial to using Kunzite for sexual pleasure, but for a parent to do so was just terrible.
"Poor thing . . . " he murmured, stroking the boy's soft cheek. The boy again rubbed his face against his master's hand. Kunzite found himself actually seeing the child as a top general . . . even if he was only a fearful child at this point. "Here now, sit down and take off your shirt." He said gently. The boy complied quietly and Kunzite sat of the bed behind him. He waited until the boy's shirt was completely off and slid off his gloves, then started to rub the knotted muscles out of the boy's back. His skin was crossed with scars, and Kunzite gently rubbed these with the tips of his fingers, letting his hands roam the young flesh and softly humming the song his own master had taught him during these quietly connecting moments.
The boy was tense for a bit, then relaxed and leaned back against Kunzite. Kunzite was surprised, but moved his hands up to the boy's shoulders and rubbed. He tried to think of the boy as his student, but when the thought of power crossed his mind, he found himself getting aroused again. He smiled down at the boy.
"Zoisite." He said, then a little louder. "You'll be called Zoisite. Don't you think that name suits you?" he said in the boy's ear. The boy nodded, but Kunzite could tell that he was confused. Let him be. He would understand soon enough, and until then Kunzite would be as kind as he could be.
"Master?" Zoisite asked.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you Master." He whispered softly. Kunzite gently kissed the boy's shoulder, then kept rubbing the young skin until his student fell asleep and slumped into his chest. He lay the boy down beside him and fell asleep.
"Tell me more." He asked. He placed a hand under the boy's chin and lifted it, looking into the depths of his amazingly green eyes. "I promise no one will hurt you. I'm your master, and that means your protector as well." He said. Watching the boy's eyes, a brightness slid into them all at once and slowly the boy gave him a slight, but altogether a relieved smile. Kunzite leaned forward slightly and kissed him on the mouth lightly. When he pulled back, the boy was confused, but not afraid.
"Okay." He finally whispered, and seemed to think on how to express all of this. "I was a very difficult child. Really I must have been." The boy started. Kunzite was in deep thought as he listened, trying to figure out all of this, along with trying to place dark kingdom morals onto what the boy already knew. "Well, when I was disobedient, even in thought, he would punish me. It must have been hard on him. Me being such a trial on him. I was the last of six children." The boy whispered, in his soft, unassuming voice. Kunzite realized suddenly that the boy's words: father had meant a parent. That a parent, someone who was the creator of an innocent child could be so cruel was a blow to Kunzite. He could see a Master giving beatings for discipline, and was aware that such could abuse that privilege, his own Master had been rather partial to using Kunzite for sexual pleasure, but for a parent to do so was just terrible.
"Poor thing . . . " he murmured, stroking the boy's soft cheek. The boy again rubbed his face against his master's hand. Kunzite found himself actually seeing the child as a top general . . . even if he was only a fearful child at this point. "Here now, sit down and take off your shirt." He said gently. The boy complied quietly and Kunzite sat of the bed behind him. He waited until the boy's shirt was completely off and slid off his gloves, then started to rub the knotted muscles out of the boy's back. His skin was crossed with scars, and Kunzite gently rubbed these with the tips of his fingers, letting his hands roam the young flesh and softly humming the song his own master had taught him during these quietly connecting moments.
The boy was tense for a bit, then relaxed and leaned back against Kunzite. Kunzite was surprised, but moved his hands up to the boy's shoulders and rubbed. He tried to think of the boy as his student, but when the thought of power crossed his mind, he found himself getting aroused again. He smiled down at the boy.
"Zoisite." He said, then a little louder. "You'll be called Zoisite. Don't you think that name suits you?" he said in the boy's ear. The boy nodded, but Kunzite could tell that he was confused. Let him be. He would understand soon enough, and until then Kunzite would be as kind as he could be.
"Master?" Zoisite asked.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you Master." He whispered softly. Kunzite gently kissed the boy's shoulder, then kept rubbing the young skin until his student fell asleep and slumped into his chest. He lay the boy down beside him and fell asleep.
