Disclaimer: Alas, no one belongs to me!
A/N: AU POT story.
Thank you to all my reviewers. It has been a long hiatus...am extremely grateful for the support that has been given. This story was inspired because I am a Fuji-Tezuka fangirl, and other because I love RK and totally enjoyed Peacemaker. ) Bakumatsu era rocks!
This chapter can be disturbing...be warned. As usual, English translations are provided for Jap phrases.
Chapter IV: Otanjoubi (Birthday)
Shirakawa Village, 1852
The room was dark, filled with shadows cast by the weak flickering flame of the small oil lamp. Dense, sweet fumes curled sinuously, twining around the figure reclining indolently on the futon; permeating his yukata, enveloping his hair, seeping into his skin, and soaking into his bones. Anzu inhaled. Deeply, pleasurably, as the fulsome haze filled his lungs before diffusing into his blood stream. He felt relaxed, his body suffused with warmth. But there was an edge: his pulse that quickened ever so slightly, the sharp taste of anticipation on his tongue and a persistent throbbing ache down there. He licked his lips slowly, the wet tip moistening parched lips. He knew precisely what could take the ache away.
"Shirakawa-san, I have brought your food and sake. May I come in?"
Oh yesss...His voice was a sibilant his in his head. "Soujirou? Come in." Come right in.
For a moment, he could see nothing. Only shadows and outlines - his vision blurred by the thick fog of fumes. There was a sweet, sickly quality to the fulsome miasma that coiled lazily around him like a hundred undulating serpents. Soujirou's stomach turned and he fought down the reflexive urge to gag. Calm down. He told himself silently as he hurriedly laid the dishes on the low table. Just finish your task and you can go back to your birthday celebration. Back to Aya nee-san.
"Ummm...oishi soudesu ne..." A voice whispered huskily in his ear.
Startled, Soujirou jerked his head up. His heart started to pound. Anzu was kneeling close to him. So close that Soujirou could feel the disturbing warmth of his damp breath on his ear and the nape of his neck. So close that he could feel the suffocating heat emanating from the man's body. So close that he could see the gleam of something...something dark and hungry in the man's eyes.
"Ummm..." Anzu inhaled deeply, languidly, as he leaned even closer. "Ii kaori da ne..."
Fingers digging into the heavy base of the wooden tray and suppressing his every instinct to sprint for the door, Soujirou bowed and murmured politely. "Shirakawa-san, the table is set. I will take my leave. Please enjoy."
The tray fell to the ground with a loud thud as a painful, vise-like grip clamped suddenly on his wrist. Heart pounding loudly, Soujirou stared into Anzu's grotesquely smiling face.
"Mada, mada." Anzu drawled, his mouth widening into a obscene grin.
Suddenly his intent was too clear.
He tried to run but the grip around his wrist was too tight. "Hanase!" Soujirou struggled, twisting and turning his body and flinging his arms, desperately attempting to free his imprisoned wrist. "Hanase!"
"Mada, mada." Anzu taunted. "Not until I am done with you." With that, Anzu bit the nape of Soujirou's neck.
"Iya da!" Soujirou shouted as he clawed and scratched and kicked at Anzu. Unknowingly, his struggles only served to inflame Anzu's arousal. Laughing with excitement, Anzu cruelly twisted the Soujirou's hand, trying to force the boy to scream.
Resolutely, Soujirou clenched his jaws and glared furiously at his captor.
"Oh, defiant aren't you? Let's see how long you are going to continue fighting." With his left hand, Anzu yanked Soujirou against him while his other hand grasped the boy's hair and brutally jerked his head back. Soujirou gasped, his face white with pain. Hungrily,
Anzu crushed his lips against Soujirou's and thrust his tongue into the latter's open mouth. Seconds later, he recoiled and flung Soujirou forcefully against the hard edge of the table. Soujirou doubled and collapsed in agony as the burning pain radiated from the small of his back. Wiping the trickle of blood from his mouth, he spat angrily, "Teme! How dare you bite me!"
Dazed, Soujirou crawled towards the shoji door.
He tossed his head back in a soundless cry as a pair of feet cruelly grinded his fingers on the ground. Anzu laughed as he increased the pressure of his feet, "You can't get away, I have you trapped."
"Iie! Hanase!" Soujirou struggled as Anzu dragged him roughly onto the futon. "Hanase! Yamete!"
"Teme, urusai!" Anzu roared. He backhanded Soujirou viciously across the face. "I will break you." He yanked open the front of Soujirou's yukata to expose his pale, creamy torso.
"Ha ha ha ha. Kirei na!" Anzu exclaimed breathlessly as straddled and trapped the prostrate boy with the weight of his body. Rapaciously, he licked and sucked and fondled the expanse of velvety flesh. "Amai!"
"Iie! Yamete! Yamete!" There was horror in Soujirou's voice as the hideous sounds of Anzu's groans filled his ears. Willing strength into his weakened body, Soujirou screamed to himself: Fight, Soujirou! Fight! You are not going to let him do this to you.
He slammed his knee into Anzu's midriff.
"Ommphff." Anzu fell backward in pain; temporarily freeing Soujirou.
Now! Now! Now! Run! Run! Run! Barely did Soujirou's body had time to heed his commands when Anzu uttered an enraged shout. Eyes wild with fury and mouth wet with spit, he grabbed Soujirou's mop of hair and slammed his head repeatedly on the ground.
"I will break you. I will break you." He chanted.
Slowly the light in the Soujirou's eyes faded as he veered into unconsciousness. Anzu tore his own clothes off. Arousal and anticipation sang in his veins as he moved to spread open the boy's legs. Even after the repeated beatings, Soujirou's spirit had not yielded yet. He was going to enjoy hurting the Soujirou - thrusting and pummeling into the boy until he writhed and shrieked in agony, until he bled, until he was bruised and torn. Anzu would use the boy again and again until his mind, spirit and body were broken and destroyed.
Taking a cup of tea, he upended the contents onto Soujirou's face. The light in the wide blue eyes flickered back; awareness and shock darkened Soujirou's blue eyes. Anzu smiled as he positioned himself between Soujirou's creamy, inviting thighs, "Anta wa ore no omocha da. Ore no mono da!" With that, he thrust forward.
Vision blurred, Soujirou screamed.
There was a shattering sound; Anzu fell like a crushingly heavy stone on him.
"Soujirou! Kami-sama! What did the bastard do to you? Soujirou! Soujirou! Buji desuka?" The deadweight was rolled off. Soujirou opened his eyes to see a familiar and beloved face, streaked with tears.
"Aya-nee!"
Warm, comforting arms enveloped his battered body, and a shaking hand cradled his bruised and bloodied face, "Gomenasai!" Ayame wept bitterly, "I should have known. I should have rushed here earlier. It's all my fault that this happened! All my fault! " Voice tensed with fear, Ayame gripped Soujirou, "Did he..."
Soujirou shook his head vehemently, trying to reassure the girl."He...he was just about to rape me. But you appeared...You saved me! What happened to..." Soujirou's eyes widened in comprehension as he saw the blood pooling at the base of the unconscious man's head and the shards of broken porcelain lying around.
"Aya-nee, is he..."
"Soujirou," Ayame said softly, "do you think you can walk?"
At the boy's nod, she continued, "We have to leave here right now. We have to escape."
Oishi soudesu ne : Looks delicious
Ii kaori da ne : Smells good
Mada : Not yet
Hanase: Let go!
Iya da : Expression of distaste, hate
Teme : Bastard
Iie : No
Yamete: Stop
Urusai : Noisy
Kirei : Beautiful
Amai : Sweet
Anta: wa ore no omocha da You are my toy
Ore no mono da : You are my thing
Kami-sama : God
Buji desuka : Are you safe/unscathed?