Prince's Gift: Chapter 3
Seiji rolled over his worn muscles protesting, and he groaned. He hadn't realized he fell asleep, but since it is brighter and he smelled breakfast he concluded it is morning. He vainly threw a pillow at the cursed window wondering why Shin didn't close the drapes. Not in a servant way but insisting Seiji get sleep or he will force him to sleep. Shin did that somehow, the man can start kneading the knots out of him and Seiji would promptly drift to sleep. Shin just said it was relaxing. His thoughts came back to Ryo and he wondered what happen to him. He looked perfectly content staring into the fire last name, like he could stay that way for hours. He most likely never returned to his room, Seiji not commanding him to.
So he cracked an eye open and looked around. His gaze falling on the sprawled out form of Ryo, blanket over him and pillow tossed carelessly close to the fireplace. Ryo is just the picture of grace in the morning. His lips slightly parted… ugh really… What is he doing staring at Ryo like that? He disliked seeing the raven-haired boy so skinny before. In a castle you never see such malnutrition. Servants even have their own kitchen.
Now at least he appeared to be healthier. Seiji pushed the mound of pillows off his head, deciding to eat. Stepping over the sleeping form he went over to the table. Smirking, he thought Ryo definitely wouldn't be happy once he woke up finding Seiji out of bed. He didn't feel at all guilty letting him sleep there, even though it is unheard of having a slave sleep on the floor of a prince. People made royals look like gods. Like being in the presence of one was a gift unworthy of receiving.
"Told you he's cute."
Seiji stabbed the fork in his eggs accustomed to Shin's sudden comments. Comments about Ryo being 'cute' didn't interest him. He is beginning to think Shin had abandoned Shu and is now hitting on Ryo even in his sleep.
'Or so he would think'
"When did you come in here?"
"Just now," Shin seated himself in front of Seiji surveying the disheveled blonde. He took a bite of sausage hungry from not eating breakfast. He also helped himself to bread, eggs, and bacon. Ryo's food is waiting for when he woke up steaming under the silver oval lid.
"Naaza is in the castle." Seiji flinched. He isn't in the mood to absorb that man's tremors. (What he could the sick mix of emotion.)
"He wants to apologize 'For giving you the damned creature and would take it back if it is your wish.' Shin didn't mention what Naaza would do with Ryo if he happen to be returned to him. Of course in Naaza's opinion it will we Ryo's fault for displeasing Seiji. If Naaza found him like this Shin would believe he would kill Ryo. Only if Seiji returned the boy to him.
"What time is it?" Seiji asked hoping it isn't as bright as it looked outside. That it isn't morning but in the afternoon. Late is a very bad thing in sword lessons. He yawned loudly, shedding his bed clothes and replacing them with his worn and old clothes. But being early is good, the sensei approved of that and if his father found out he is being careless with his teachings things would get worse. Ryo blindly grabbed the fire hazard pillow and tucked it under his head and scooted closer to the fire flinging out a hand as if he wanted to also capture it and hold it close. His mouth opened in a silent yawn and he once again stretched out on the floor. Seiji quickly averted his gaze at the spring of emotions that dared show their faces. He marvels Shin the same way but it is never in an over friendship way.
"First hour."
Seiji banged his head against the wall.
"You're going to wake Ryo."
"Watch him?" he asked heading out the door. Seiji wanted Ryo to hang around Shin for a while. With Naaza here, the constant coaxing of him leaving his slave actions behind would be in jeopardy. Naaza is allowed to hit Ryo. Only with the rules of the lands that allowed slavery but Ryo would let him even though Date didn't allow it. He just couldn't beat him to death only the master got the pleasure of doing so.
After knowing he is no longer on Seiji's good side, which he never was, he would take that out on the first lowly human he can find. Ryo is a prefect example. Shin would keep him safe and also busy in the kitchens. Although Ryo isn't allowed around the cooking area (for once he nearly caught the kitchen on fire) he would sit on the stool watching Shin cook listening to Shin's rambling about food. Seiji guessed he pictured Shin as his next master in line and therefore treated him as one. He also got Ryo to draw a picture of the painting in the kitchen. Seiji couldn't figure out whether he is upset at such an easy task or copying someone's previous art.
He learned it is both because Ryo captured every detail in color that one would think it was the same drawing, just smaller. Now Seiji had it hanged up in front of his door for everyone to see and admire. After the sudden social event Ryo only drew if Seiji asked him to.
Shin smiled. "Sure."
Ryo was propped on a stool looking curiously around. This not being the same kitchen he has been in but a larger one built to handle more quantities of people and cooking. Meaning there is some kind of party going to be present in the castle. Shin is just one of the many dozens of cooks scrambling around the kitchen and requesting more ingredients. Ryo is Shin's helper.
The cooks fawned over him whenever he went off to get something. He just didn't understand why they think him so cute. At least that painting isn't here. The stupid thing he drew for his master had made all servants gawk at him and request drawings. Ryo had slept the day away, the fire for blame, and Seiji already gone to sword lessons. He should've been panicked over the thought, he is, but not as much as he should have been. It being the fire's fault, the fire was doing something to him. He wouldn't give in and would just not have a fire tonight.
Shin kept his thoughts from going back to repeated sorry and inner blaming by chatting about his day. A guy named Shu who, from Ryo's point of view, spent most of the conversation on. It didn't include his day but Shin still wanted to talk about him.
Shu is a guard in training, not the Gold Guard that was only given to the most skilled guards. Shin hadn't seen him for over three weeks because of his training and he is starting to worry about him. Shu could be in the need for a bedmate to cuddle up against. The expression on Ryo's face made Shin make it clear it was none of 'that' stuff. Shu is strong, handsome, adorable, further details Ryo didn't want to think about, funny, carefree, and loyal. He never let anyone around him sad. The description went on till Ryo could form a picture of Shu in his mind.
He swung his legs back and forth avoiding the women passing him by. He isn't at all used to so much attention in the twelve years of his slave life. By now he thought he had 'slave' permanently imprinted in his mind and body. Obviously the fire had different viewpoints, unwillingly drawing him to it till Ryo was captured within it. Once done Ryo had drifted off to sleep. So now he is unwillingly slowly banishing the imprinting of slave away.
"Something wrong Ryo?" Shin asked sadly.
Ryo shook his head meekly and lowered it. Shin reached out a hand and raised it smiling. "Hungry?"
Ryo squirmed in his seat. He is still full from breakfast but now even his stomach is succumbing to the fire's wishes and taking up the routine of normal people wanting food three times a day. He shook his head again.
"Just tell me when you are." And he went back to cooking.
Eventually his rebellious stomach would give in to wonderful aromas of chicken, vegetables, potatoes, and desserts. Would protest and be heard by Shin. But the cook is busy he didn't want to bother Shin. He shouldn't bother Shin, he is suppose to make himself unknown be the shadow to his master. Serve. Serve. Serve. Every time he went to fetch something for Shin he would say thank you, once he was kissed on the cheek. His entire face turned red. The brunette acted completely innocent. He already found out Shin is gay but something like that acted upon him confused the crap out of him. Something done to him with what is close to love…
He was four, the age when kids wanted to explore, cause trouble, and further the growth of gray hairs on their parents. Pushing the limits of their patience and constant flow of "Why's" "What's" and "Who's" He wanted to know, know why the sun came up, why it turned dark, who was the man in the blue clothes, why he wore blue clothes and not tunics. His mom wore tunics, his dad wore tunics, everyone wore tunics, why not the gray haired man? His knowledge of manners was just beginning to form into something else except "Why are those two people kissing?" It had not yet reached the point where it was rude to point at people while they are kissing. Or ask them why they are kissing.
His mom or dad never hit him or smacked him like some other parents he saw when they went back to the bigger towns to buy things. Other stuff done while they were there he doesn't know and constantly asked about. All what he got was that answer all kids hate. "We'll tell you when you're older." He wanted to know now. He was big enough. He was four years old. They never yelled but softly and gently scolded so he would understand what he did wrong. Accidents happen and they understood it wasn't his fault. He even tried using the sap from nearby trees to piece the pink and silver vase back together. Though the creative and constructive movements of a four-year-old didn't allow him to properly fix it. But when his mother saw what he did she scooped him up in her arms and said it was beautiful. That the dripping sap had in fact made it better then it was before.
They were going to one of the big villages with the group. The thought of meeting new people, seeing different things, and just the entire point of going somewhere else thrilled him. His mommy left food in the stove to cook while they were gone. Ryo was getting mashed potatoes and turkey gravy. So now he was thrilled to go and get home. No other kids were going, it disappointed him but he had his mommy and daddy.
Also when they got back home they were going to the hilltop to watch the stars, as it was a perfect night to see the sparkling objects in the sky. His mommy once told him every star represented a spirit watching over their loved one. Since the ages never end they watch forever with new spirits beside them. His mommy told him her mother was up there. Ryo couldn't find which one it was. The process took a little longer than it should. For Ryo was ready to bounce out of his tunic having a very small amount of patience.
His mom had him on a small leash, one big hand wrapped around his small fragile hand. People were always nice to them and greeted them at the gates to the towns. He pointed at nearly everything in sight, as any child would, strangers came up to him offering small chewy candies. Some chocolate or strawberry. He had decided he liked some strangers, especially the ones who gave him candy. When crowds got too thick his father would pick him up in his arms while his mom went to look around. He felt tall, that he could do anything, now that he was as big as daddy. He could see things his short little form could not. Meet people in the eye instead of their legs. He popped a thumb in his mouth.
"Look!" he announced pointing to a little tree held snugly in a black deep bowl. "Why is it not in the ground?" Trees should be in the ground, not stuck in a black lonely bowl where they can't be with other trees.
"The man is going to sell it." His father replied gently.
"Sell?"
"You know when mommy gives money for your candy?"
"Hai…" he replied wonderingly.
"People are going to give money for the tree."
"It wrong to sell nature. Like selling people. People are nature. People can't be sell." At that time he knew nothing about slavery. Just couldn't see it possible to sell nature. Nature doesn't belong to anyone.
The issue didn't last long for now he spotted a white tiger. Often seen where he lives. So common he took it as normal and looked for something else to question about. "Look!"
His father followed the finger suddenly in his face to two performers juggling fire. It was not followed by a question and he looked back at his son. Ryo was totally mesmerized by the dancing flames in the performer's hands and the barrel of fire between them reaching past their heads. His thumb hung forgotten in midair his mouth open to accept it and his wide eyes watched them as they passed till it was out of sight. After that he only asked a few questions and was soon napping on his shoulder, the tiny arms wrapped around his neck. The soft breathing tickled his ear and he smiled proudly.
Ryo was carefully passed on to the wife while the husband went to get his own things. Since if he tried to buy anything he would be bombarded with 'why's' and 'what's' and tiny fingers pointing at everything. Kissing the sleeping boy on the forehead he took off down the busy market.
The husband, Toran, knew it was in his village and in his ways, that punishment and violence for something done wrong was not believed in. He loved his son more than anything in the world and would never hit or yell at Ryo. Except the call for dinner when Ryo was in the fields most likely trying to catch rabbits to bring home. He looked back giving a loving smile to his wife and sleeping son cuddled up warmly in her arms.
He thought perhaps he needed new clothes, the boy was growing amazingly fast and Chira's sewing couldn't keep up with the increasing size. He often looked to his mother for guidance but was just shuffled out of the house saying he was doing a perfectly well job of raising Ryo. What if Ryo was giving signs of something and he didn't notice it? Something could be wrong with him?
"Fretting over the boy?"
Toran didn't see Ryo's grandmother beside him but smiled anyway.
"He's powerful."
Yes, they knew about Ryo's peculiar future. Something unbelievingly close and connected to fire. Most of the people in his village were gifted with something. His mother was able to feel specific people who would make a difference in the future. Toran was close with nature, could feel things about it, and thought he had passed it on to Ryo. The way Ryo feels about everything was a significant clue. Chira's talents lay in healing that she often now practiced on Ryo since he learned how to walk and get himself in trouble and sick. She could calm his crying and send him off into a peaceful sleep.
"He is happy Toran, bright happy kid whose only concern is what and how."
Toran exhaled. "Hai, full of questions."
"Want to know what I did with you?" she asked smiling.
"Locked me somewhere?"
She scowled playfully. "No silly I sent you to the sensei, let them fill your head with knowledge and you would come back exhausted ready to sleep."
His mother wasn't as young as she looked. She was beautiful in her own wise way. Around fifty now, since Toran was only twenty-six. People in his village aged slow. Her smooth gray hair was brushed but not put up and waved down her back. She had smiling wrinkles, but stood strong and healthy. He admired her, because just like he treated Ryo, his mother showed him all the love in the world. His father must also be here but he could wait to talk to him later.
"Nothing no parent didn't want their children to learn, they answered your questions according to your age."
"But then Chira came along and stole all your wits…"
"Mother we are not going into this again?"
"Why? Your wife thinks it's humorous."
"She thinks anything you tell her about me is humorous. Which is usually personal stuff." He laughed. Prodding through a stack of fruits he picked the best ones. Collecting a few peaches for Ryo he paid for those too. Ryo already had plenty of candy he was going to spend the rest of the night running around the house. That or they would send him in the fields to run around and burn off all that energy. Those were life savers for parents.
"Keeping secrets from her?"
"I have to go Ryo is asleep and should be back home. The first group is leaving anyway."
He kissed her good-bye and left waving.
Ryo woke up to the steady rocking caused by his daddy's walking. His face scrunched up as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. He blearily looked around. It was close to night the sun disappearing once again. His head popped up as he searched for his mom. There she was beside daddy softly singing in a language Ryo was only beginning to understand.
"Want down?" his daddy asked.
Ryo nodded happily suddenly feeling refreshed ready to walk between his parents. They carried all their stuff in bags that hung off their shoulder. Ryo had offered to carry one but found just a couple of fruits were too heavy after a while. His parents were so much stronger than him. Taller and older and smarter. He wanted to be just like them one day.
Instead he found an interesting plant he never saw before. "What's that?"
"A syril plant." His daddy replied grabbing on to his head to ensure he didn't run off to touch it.
"What's it do?"
"Used to help ouchies."
"Ouchies." The young Ryo echoed. "Ouchies hurt."
"What's that?" he pointed to an orange bulb.
"Bad plant."
"How come?"
"Makes ouchies."
Ryo was utterly perplexed how one flower can help ouchies and the other make them.
"What's that?"
"Decas flower."
"What's it do?"
Toran thought of putting Ryo back in his arms and making him nap longer.
"Nothing. It makes a mommy happy." At that Ryo picked a few as they passed under his little feet and when mommy finally noticed he handed them to her with a big smile. Anything to make his mommy happy made him happy.
He never noticed the men hiding behind the trees as he was scooped up in his mommy's arms and kissed. Neither did any of the group they walked back home with. The men moved silently and with his face caught in his mommy's arm he didn't see them pass by.
"Chira…" his daddy's voice turned a tone he never heard before. His mom released him and he wondered briefly if he did something wrong. Maybe he picked the wrong flower and it was the flower that made ouchies. He never wanted to hurt his mommy, she never hurt him. His dad grabbed him pushed him at his mommy as something black passed by. His daddy screamed and his mommy dropped the flowers. Ryo was going to pick them up for her not wanting them to be left behind without water but his mommy had a tight grip on him. Her arms wrapped around him as she dropped towards the ground. All the while Ryo didn't understand what was happening
"You got an ouchie daddy."
"Toran…" her voice was full of fear and sadness.
"Go Chira!"
His mommy was crying but he didn't understand why. Then he heard more screaming, cries, and men dressed in black.
"I can't leave you!"
Ryo started to cry. Both his mommy and daddy were hurt. He could get the plant that made ouchies better, to help his daddy.
It was too late. He saw a silver thin object he never saw before. It reminded him of the thing mommy uses cut potatoes to make him mashed potatoes. His favorite food and when he was good she would make them for him. Or when he's sick and felt icky. His mommy can make yummy food, except broccoli, he hated broccoli. For that she never fixed it for him. Daddy couldn't cook. Every time he cooked he burned something and mommy always scolded him and sent him to sit with Ryo. Telling him, "Ryo behaves better than you do." Ryo didn't know whether to be happy with the compliment or feel bad cause daddy was scolded at.
Mommy jerked on top of him tears running down her face and she was thrown off him.
She didn't move, daddy lay beside him…
"Run Ryo. Remember we love you."
"Please don't make daddy have ounchies!" he cried but his daddy pushed him away. Not yelling but telling him to run.
Ryo didn't understand the process of death, but saw the grown ups lying on the ground unmoving saw one man come towards him. Daddy was pushing him telling him to run but he didn't know what to do.
"Is mommy okay?" he asked.
The question that his father never answered he huddled around Ryo to protect him from whatever was coming, went limp, and toppled off him.
"Survivor eh?" he was hauled roughly off the ground up in the air his entire body wracking with sobs.
"Slave then, you'll wish you were dead."
Ryo didn't know what a slave was, wasn't used to the rough treatment. His mommy and daddy weren't moving. It was a weird time for them to nap. Weird place to take a nap.
"Can you help them?" he asked his voice breaking with tears.
The man laughed tossing him on the ground and to emphasize his point kicked his mommy's limp body. He wanted to tell them to not do that, that would hurt her but his tears and confusion didn't allow it.
"Help them boy? We killed them! Murdered them! You'll never see them again. They're gone forever. No more mommy, no more daddy, no hugs and kisses. You're alone!"
"But…"
"Shut up you little faggot."
Ryo didn't see his mommy and daddy. He learned crying made him get ouchies, very bad ouchies. Not like the ones he gets when he trips and hits his arm. Or gets cut. Bad ouchies that hurt so bad it made it hard to breathe. He was huddled against a tree shaking hard. He was very sleepy and hungry. When he asked for food before someone hit him and he didn't remember what happen till he woke up.
He was feeling icky again like before. That's when the men made him drink something. He thought maybe if he could stay awake he wouldn't have to drink it. It made him choke and it tasted nasty. It was hard to stay awake and he wished so much to be in his mommy's arms listening to her telling a story while he watched the fire in the fireplace. Daddy would wrap his arms around his mommy and he would drift off to sleep full of content. Mommy and daddy weren't here, the people kept moving farther and farther away and he was worried they were looking for him.
"He looks sick. Slavers don't want no sick slave it will take off over half our coins."
Ryo looked up but was caught in a fit of coughing which did bring tears to his eyes. His tummy and sides hurt a lot when he tried to move. A cold hand placed against his head made him shrink away.
"Hold still." It grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face up.
"What the hell are you doing letting him get a fever! You know how long those take to cure? Where will the coins be then?"
"Maybe if you wouldn't beat the shit out of him and actually fed him it wouldn't happen!"
They continued to argue as Ryo forced breath into him shaking twice as harder now. His fragile little body was not built for such abuse. It would later after getting older would grow strong. With building homes and sheds, building the seasonal bonfire to represent the time of ever-changing nature. Repairs to his home, carpentry, and wrestling. He slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Ryo didn't know why this man took him home. Ryo's home was in the village with his mommy and daddy. This place was cold and strange. He got ouchies here. Was thrown in a corner and left there. Ryo stayed in this spot afraid to move. His stomach was grumbling again not having breakfast and lunch, now wanting dinner at least. The man seemed to completely ignore, unaware of Ryo shivering from the cold. Ryo never ignored people, it was rude and always too curious about them to look away. Unless something more fascinating caught his eye. He missed his mommy and daddy a lot. He thought maybe they were never going to find him. That the man in black was telling the truth. He tried not cry, really tried, but never seeing them again forced a tear out. Maybe not all strangers were good.
"What are you crying about?" the man yelled at him walking forward to him red faced.
Ryo never spoke.
"Speak when I tell you something! You little shit!"
Was that rude? Was he ignoring the man? "My mommy and daddy." Ryo answered truthfully. His daddy told him it was wrong to lie.
"I own you now."
"No, nature can't be sell."
"Really? You were sold."
His parents once told Ryo that people are mean and angry because they have no friends. They're lonely with no one to talk to and need someone to be nice to them. He thought maybe that was why this man was so mean and angry. It was cold here, that could make anyone grumpy. He needed somewhere warm with family. Ryo could be his friend, make him happy and show him he wasn't alone. Maybe then the man won't be so angry and mean all the time. So Ryo being Ryo raised his good uninjured hand in a friendly manner. His other arm hurt.
"I'll be your friend." He said with the best smile he can form while having ouchies everywhere.
The man's face contorted into rage he grabbed the closest thing to him, that being a thick wood stick used to prop the table up, and smashed it over Ryo's small hand.
He cried out in pain jerking the arm back to him and curled into himself. New pain flooded through his body making him burst with tears and heavy uncontrollable sobs.
"You're a dirty little slave! You faggot! Will never have friends because you're the lowest rate of human alive!"
Thought Ryo didn't understand the words, which is usually spoken to him in the smallest words and carefully, he knew the man didn't like him. That he had done something to wrong to anger him. "Gomen."
"I didn't speak to you! Do not speak back!"
Ryo examined his new ouchie when the man went away. His hand had the red stuff around his fingers and hand. It stung really bad and brought more tears to his eyes. His mommy would always make ouchies go away. Make it all better. He wanted them back so bad…
Ryo woke up at that yelling.
"Get me my goblet! I should lock you up in the shed! Get it now!"
Goblet? What's a goblet? He really didn't wish to make the man mad again. He already hurt and didn't want anymore ouchies.
"What's a goblet?" the couple of days he's spent here he learned he couldn't speak unless allowed and had to do stuff for the man.
"On the table you idiot little slave!"
The table was far away and Ryo couldn't make it. His ankle still throbbed and his leg hurt so much when he moved it he saw bright little lights. The thought of being hit again made him try to get up. To encourage his act the man threw a large rock at him yelling more words Ryo couldn't understand.
When his injured leg gave out under him he collapsed to the floor like a broken doll. The pain now running through him was unbearable and he cried silently to not annoy the mean man.
"Get it!"
"I can't." he whispered softly, laying on his side with his cheek against the hard cold floor.
After that Ryo wished he had never said that.
"There's going to be this big partly for the peacemaking of Isene and Danvas." Shin explained. "Even though it's not peacemaking in Taiem it's being held here because we're between the two."
Ryo nodded.
"So Ryo." Shin decided to change the subject. "What's you're favorite color?"
He was startled to have someone interested in his likes and it took some time to process. The first thing that came to mind is the colors of fire. Annoyed he banished it away. It came back. Ryo knew it would be of no use to fight, the fire got increasingly annoying. "The color of fire."
"Really?" Shin said thoughtfully. "I like the colors of the sea. So calm and peaceful."
Nothing like the destructive power of fire. You can never really control it. You can put it in a fireplace but it's never really contained. Just fooling you till it unleashes its wrath.
"What about your favorite dessert?" he then realized Ryo had probably never had any dessert unless it was thrown on the floor.
"I don't remember. I think maybe my mom used to fix something I liked."
Shin soaked in his shame. That is maybe the biggest sentence he got out of Ryo and it had to be about his mother who died and what she fixed for him. "I can make you a cake."
Ryo shook his head. "No, I don't have to have one." He replied meekly.
"Exactly why I should make you one." He doused the fire under the stove and grabbed two rags. Raising the pot off the stove he placed it on the table for kitchen helpers to pour into finely made porcelain bowls.
"Want to help me carry them to the dining hall?" He didn't want Ryo to be left alone in the kitchen. Naaza shouldn't be anywhere near the hall because no one is allowed around it till it is ready. He also didn't want to meet him on the way. It isn't a long way due to the construction on where rooms should be placed according to which room was where. "Not because I told you to but a question. You can always stay with Natsuti."
"I'll help"
a/n that took long to get out didn't it? hmm well... im sorry. very sorry. and i hope your happy with this chapter. continue reviewing! it makes me happy.
i would like to thank my beta reader. Arigazi. make sure you read it ARIGAZI. yes her name is ARIGAZI. you should read her stories. under the name ARIGAZI
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