Kaede was walking along the well-lit area of the rebel's camp where Hisashi's cottage was located beside his. He had gone from the horse caretaker to assure that the rebel's horses for battle were in good condition in case of a surprised attack.
As he passed Hisashi's cottage, he heard moaning sounds of two men inside. Kaede didn't get curious or stunned for he had been used of his friends' addiction to young boys with silky flesh.
Hisashi was obviously doing it with the boy from the tavern inn.
There was nothing wrong about it, Kaede believed it. Hisashi was not married to anyone and the boys he was touching were also interested in him, though in a discreet manner.
Hisashi Mitsui is like a god in the rebel's camp. Like Kaede, he was born there and he never felt the hardships of being a slave in Kanagawa. Hisashi possessed a flawless fair skin to die for, hard muscles to fight with wild boars and a strong chest where anyone would wish to lie on.
In short, Hisashi was the kind of man that young men and women would swoon over to.
Suddenly, Kaede was disturbed by the noise of a comming horde of rebel people. They stopped right in front of him and gave their respect with a humble bow.
"Master Kaede, we captured a noble from the City of Shoyo." One rebel said politely.
Kaede looked at the young lady dressed in expensive silk cloth and adorned with golden jewels. She had long and thick eyelashes and blue eyes that Hisashi would surely loved.
"Bring her to the prisoner's cottage and inform Hisashi about her immediately." Kaede uttered in a monotone. He knew Hisashi would love to run his fingers around the lady's body and he would treat her like an object especially because she's a royalty.
Every noble or royalty with a young flesh and handsome features that was captured by the rebels is bound to be penetrated by Hisashi.
Kaede returned to his cottage and exhaustedly changed to his sleeping clothes. As he cuddled on his bed and laid on his pillow, he stared at the crescent moon above. As he slid his hand on the bedsheet, he felt Hanamichi's skin under his palm.
"I love you, Hanamichi. Even if the world shatters into pieces, I will love you." He thought to himself with a terrible heartache.
Meanwhile, in the Grand Palace, inside the room of the next couple to rule the entire Kanagawa, there was pain and victory.
Akira and Hanamichi were both naked in the bed. Akira thrust hard inside his husband, not minding the pain it brought to the other. Hanamichi felt the grinding of Akira's thing inside his asshole and it was hurting him.
"Ah..." It was a groan of suffering by Hanamichi. His fingers dug on Akira's back and he wanted to crush Akira's bones for making his life miserable.
But everything that went inside his mind was Kaede's face and his memory. He's not dead... but... where is he? Is he hiding from him? Why don't he take him away from that hell?
Kaede... Hanamichi closed his eyes tight and a tear rolled down to his face.
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