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The ominous Yamada castle overlooked the humble harbour at the bottom of the hill. Its long shadow leered over the common population like an outstretched hand. There was one grand duke in this castle and he was considered a tyrant by few people who truly knew of him. Taro Yamada had been born into a loving and caring family, but they had all sadly died when he turned eleven. Leaving him as Grand duke of the castle. Father, Mother and sister all fell victim to arsenic poisoning; Taro alone survived it by the skin of his teeth.
He had no choice but to rule alone.
It wasn't long before the citizens and other nobility under him tried to pry his power from him. They had the audacity to want independence or want his title, using his tender age against him. It was more than just a title, this was his divine right bestowed at birth so he defended it furiously. He didn't care about who he had to hurt or maim, he didn't care about which families he had to destroy, he didn't care about who's blood he had to spill to keep his birthright under his care. By the time he was sixteen, he had personally seen to the extinction of two other noble houses and several other families which he considered 'New money'.
The Yakitoro Family of Noda were considered very close relations of his on his mother's side, but they tried to take him in and pry the title away in the process. Funnily enough, the night before he was supposed to be adopted by his Yakitoro relations; Their extravagant western style manor had burnt to a crisp with everyone still inside. Not one member of the family or their servants survived. It was simply put down to bad luck at the time, but the people of Kyoto and Buraza knew better. The haunting image of the fiery manor house under the full moon was an image that no one would forget anytime soon.
Nor would they forget the stench of burnt flesh on the wind.
The Mayai family of Nagahama, on the other hand, were more distant relations of the Yamadas who tied to claim the title based on Taro's young age like many others. Looking back, he suspected that they were the ones behind the death of his family. He did not take kindly at all to this but Taro was very patient. He watched on as the Mayai ruined their image by trying to claim the title over and over again. Then, they were finally given a firm telling off by the Emperor himself, in front of several other noble familes.
Humiliation was the start of the end.
Especially for a noble family in Taro's eyes.
The family had isolated themselves so much that no one chose to help them when Taro began extorting them over alleged evidence that they may have tampered the medicine that his parents and sister had taken to stop the poison. Everyone they went to had either turned them away or had been bought out by Taro. He bankrupted them; when they had no more use other than cruel entertainment, he had their throats slit and their bodies dumped into the sea for the fish.
Whatever Taro wanted, he got or he would find a way to get with bloodshed involved. The grand duke was now nineteen years old and an absolute terror if someone found themselves on the wrong side of him. Butlers shivered when he approached and maids scurried away in fear of angering him with their presence alone.
Yamada Castle was as big as Himeji Castle if not larger, its wooden exterior painted a sleek black colour. It stood tall and imposing, a constant reminder to the people of the town below about who was really in charge. It was not the nouveau riche Saikou family like the tourists would think, they were under his command and they were disposable if the need came.
The castle itself was split into several different buildings with the garden in the centre: The servants and maid's quarters were the smallest, The guest rooms were larger and the Family Quarter was the largest by a mile. Even within that, there was the Grand Duke's wing which was exclusive to the head of the family only that those he invited inside.
The Grand Duke's wing was right at the very top of the castle, his bedroom was decked out in the finest walnut wood cravings in the country with red silks and fabrics to give it a cosy feel. The dark balcony looked right out to the sea and he could see the little people below him going about their petty daily lives. The bedroom also doubled as a library, seeing as Taro enjoyed reading so much.
Family heirlooms were stored here too as it was the hardest place to get into in the whole castle.
He had the odd spot of trouble with people intruding into the castle grounds in the past, wanting to take some of his family heirlooms or jewels to make a fortune out of them. He was quick to deal with these insects, telling his Kyoto guards to drag them down to the 'lower basement'; any local knew that the 'lower basement' was, in reality, a dungeon still very much in use.
Anyone who was not a guard or staff that went in never saw the light of day again.
When Taro got bored of his day to day life, he would tell the servants to spread rumours around the town of some opulent new antique, painting or treasure just so people would try their luck.
The truth was he relished the symphony of screams, pleas and agony that came with capturing an intruder. Interestingly, he found that it was always men who tried to get into the castle. Not that he had any issue with that, he figured out that he was attracted to men a few years ago but none had quite taken his fancy yet.
Sometimes, if he felt particularly cruel, he would let the unfortunate soul in question think that they were going to get away with it after all. He would watch their faces light up as they ran towards the exit, only for the doors to slam shut at the last second. To watch the hopes and dreams shatter before their very eyes held the same sensation as biting into a rare rib eye steak for him, it would bring his mouth to water and taste like an orgasm.
Things were always this way, They always had been. But then it suddenly changed forever…
It had been on one dull cloudy morning that Taro Yamada was looking out from the balcony. He was enjoying his favourite Da-Hong Pao tea when a young man who was sat by the main harbour drew his eye.
His picky eyes scanned this unknown person. Taro found that he liked the idea of a quiet partner, one he knew that he could bend them however he wanted and they would let him. Trouble was, it was difficult to find someone so quiet without them being a pushover. He wanted them to be submissive for him but hold their own fire inside. Someone who could match him instead of a broodmare. He continued to let time fly by until that someone stood out from the boring crowd.
The dark haired boy in a lavender jumper. He seemed tall but was more than likely a similar height to Taro The jumper hugged the boy's figure, showing a lean build. He seemed mature, sensible and, most importantly, pliable. Taro licked his lips, the scent of his tea making his mouth water.
"Who is the boy down there? The one in the purple jumper?" He had questioned his head servant, who often came to him with news of the town. The head butler, known to everyone as Takahashi, was always reliable when it came to information that he needed. The older man looked down to the streets before answering in a clear voice.
"Your grace, I believe that is Ayato Aishi"
"Ayato Aishi..." Taro liked a name that could roll off his tongue with little effort. "What kind of young man is he?"
"To be honest your grace, not much is known about him. Apart from the fact that he grew up in Buraza Orphanage. If I recall rightly, his father died before he was born and his mother died in the birthing bed. He has a close knit group of friends which he grew up with, they are pretty eager to make a quick yen but Ayato is much more careful with how he approaches things. He is the quiet one so to speak but he is also level-headed and tries to stop his friends from getting into trouble"
Taro tilted his head, watching the boy go about his life. He was cheered over by a group of three other young men, he smiled as a plan began to take formation in his head. This Aishi boy was handsome enough that he would make a pretty little addition to his home. Taro bit his lip as an image of this boy entering the Castle gates painted itself in his mind.
"I want pictures of him. I also want a full rundown of his proper temperament. Find everything and anything you can on him. I wonder if there would be any kind of darkness to someone who looks so… maiden-like. So pure." The head butler left Taro to his own thoughts and desires.
Ayato Aishi had been orphaned as soon as he was born.
His father had passed away from what he believed to be bowel cancer while his mother was pregnant with him, his mother needed an emergency caesarian that she did not recover from. He had been brought up in the main orphanage with his friends Enpitsu, Fureddo and Seiyo. The four of them were very close as they had bonded as children, they often scrapped with other children to protect themselves or for extra food. Enpitsu aspired to get noticed in the art world with his self portraits, Fureddo enjoyed pranking people and Seiyo often joined in the with pranks before cooking everyone a nice meal.
Ayato, on the other hand, was quite the odd one out the group. He embodied characteristics which were considered strange for him, strange for a young man; He was quiet yet fiercely loyal to his friends, humble, honest to a fault, kind and charitable. It had been noted in the sleepy town that had he born a woman, he would have been the prefect traditional idea of the ideal Japanese woman.
With that being said, it was also concluded among those same locals that Ayato had developed these traits as a result of the orphanage not properly taking care of him rather than anything else. He was relieved with this, the knowledge of where his orientation lay would be cannon fodder for gossip. Gossip in a small town burnt faster and brighter than a wild fire.
Ayato was often seen in a dark purple jumper, matching his eyes, with a white collar, dark blue slim jeans and black trainers. Today, he was wearing the lavender jumper that he bought the previous week but the rest of his outfit remained the same. He would often try to rearrange his low fade parting to neat it up if he thought that it was messy. He wore a silver bracelet with some stars on it. He was walking towards an apartment above the main shops where his friends had gathered, probably to talk about some ambitious plan that could easily blow up in their faces. Ayato rolled his eyes, unaware that the head butler of Yamada Castle had been watching him from the shadows of the alley.
He entered the apartment, take out boxes were scattered on the table but the apartment was cleaner than it had been when he left earlier "Come in Ayato! Fureddo wanted to have a chat with us about something" The apartment was dark, it didn't exactly feel like a home but it was better than the orphanage could ever provide. Seiyo called him over to where he and Enpitsu were eating, Fureddo had come up with another prank but they weren't going to tell Ayato that.
"Alright, I've heard some news down the grape vine that the lord of the nearby castle has just bought one of the largest diamonds in the world! What do you say that we try to snatch it and sell it. We'd be set for life!"
Everyone seemed to go along with it, apart from Ayato who looked at the group with a dumbfounded expression. "Hold on a minute. If you are talking about breaking into Yamada Castle then that would be impossible! Even if we did get in, how the hell would we get out? I'm pretty sure there is a reason why those who have tried before us have never been seen again"
"Don't be a wuss" Enpitsu complained "Imagine! I'd be able to sell my paintings, Seiyo would have the cooking show, Feruddo would get his photography career off the ground and you could do that travelling around Europe that you always wanted!"
"Is it really worth our lives though?" Ayato pointed out. "We can surely make our own way to our dreams"
"We only have one chance at this, if we succeed then we will be set for the rest of our lives. Just think about it. No more scraping after other people to earn a living" Seiyo piped up. Before Ayato could talk back, Fureddo slammed a map of the castle down onto the table. As they discussed their plan, Ayato couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his back.
Surely they weren't serious?
"Your grace, I have some information that you may be interested in" The head butler of the castle's servants bowed deeply to him as Taro sat by his balcony. Taro waved him in, he was looking at several images of Ayato that a private photographer had taken. A photograph of Ayato, wearing only his jeans had gotten Taro feeling very steamy. It had been a week since he had noticed the timid young man, it had been a week since his sleep had been dreamless.
Different visions of the young man in the purple jumper invaded his dreams, some had him tied to the bed in scarlet ribbon. Others had him chained up in one of the hidden rooms in the Grand Duke's quarters, ready for Taro to take however he liked.
He tapped his finger impatiently "Tell me Takahashi"
"Ayato, as I believed, is indeed an orphan. He grew up in Buraza Orphanage with little to nothing. He has a quiet personality but he is also the voice of reason between his friends. The previously mentioned group of friends have devised a plan to… pull a prank on Mr Aishi. It involves a pretend plot to steal the diamond that I spread the rumours about as your grace suggested..."
Taro smiled maliciously as he pulled out another photograph, it was Ayato with his three 'friends' hanging out by the harbour. The three other men were of a… problematic nature, problematic because they would never let Ayato live out the life he wanted with Taro. They never wanted to mature or grow up, his precious Ayato had matured in their place. They were common insects while Ayato was like a moth, subtle but just as graceful as a butterfly.
"Carry on..."
"The plan is for them to send out Mr Aishi to 'scout the area for guards', then I believe the young man called 'Seiyo' is supposed to dress up as a guard and pretend to harass him. When Ayato runs, that's probably when they will reveal the joke your grace..."
Taro considered this information. "And when do they plan to pull this?"
"Tonight during the Nine o'clock rotation of the guards, your grace"
He grin maliciously.
The rotation of the guards always took place at nine o'clock so the guards watching through the night would be fresh until the dawn for the six o'clock rotation. 'Clever plan…' he though as he took out a golden purse from his drawers and placed it into the servant's hand before whispering in his ear…
'...But unfortunately, not well thought out enough'
It was pitch black, only the full moon above sailed through the cloud like a ghost ship in the eternal sea. The stars glittered in the sky like blinking lights.
The only light source they had were the stars themselves and the torches the group bought with them. Crickets chirped as the four of them trekked up the hill as quietly as they could. Ayato couldn't believe that he had actually been talked into doing this, he was genuinely considering turning around and walking back home. The only thing keeping his nerves in place was the familiar salty scent of the sea.
They came upon the castle, which stood over them in the blanket of darkness. A slight fog from the mountains hadn't helped either. Fureddo brought out the map before going through their ridiculous plan on last time…
"Ayato will head on out and scout for guards. There shouldn't be any now as they will be doing the rotation, but just in case. When the coast is clear, we'll slip through the gates when it opens for the rotation."
Enpitsu pushed Ayato ever so slightly while Seiyo slipped away into the background to put on the pretend uniform that had been created while their target was out. Ayato approached the wall of the castle, looking left and right. He shivered as his palms became sweaty, why hadn't he talked them out of doing this?
He was about to call over his mates when a commanding voice rung through the air "You! What are you doing here?"
Ayato knew immediately that he had been spotted by a guard, their red and gold uniform was blatantly obvious even in the dark. He fled towards the woods and they pursued him.
"Come back! Come back I say!" they yelled as they chased him, hot on his heels.
Fureddo and Enpitsu were busy laughing their heads off in the bushes when something in the air made their blood run cold as ice.
"Guys, this uniform you made isn't fitting..."
Everything stopped. Time itself seemed to still for a few seconds as they processed what had happened. The air cut through them life a knife, Enpistu then started to go very pale and Fureddo staggered before falling to his knees. "W-wait… That wasn't you?" Enpitsu stuttered.
"Of course not! I can't do anything if the bloody uniform doesn't even fit me. Why? What happened? Where's Ayato?"
'Fuck!'Fureddo mentally cursed'Those were the real guards!'
The words fell from Fureddo's mouth as his eyes widened with the horrifying realisation
"W-We just killed Ayato…"
Ayato tore through wherever he had ran but it was no use, he had dodged them by cutting a corner.
He tripped and fell onto the ground before hiding behind a large log. He threw his hands over his mouth, terrified that even the gentle steam coming out would reveal his location. He trembled all over.
He heard footsteps nearby, they seemed to inch closer every few seconds.
His heart beat filled his mind, droning out the noise. It felt as if he could feel the hot blood rushing through his veins. Visions of him being shot or stabbed ran through his mind.
'Fuck. I'm dead!' He cursed himself out 'I'm dead because I didn't talk them out of it! Why did I do this? Why did I agree to this stupid plan?!'
The steps got closer again, he heard a twig snap in the distance. They weren't far away now.
'It's now or I'm dead, I have to go!'
He launched himself up from the ground and ran, only to get rugby tackled by one of the guards hunting him down. He fought hard, giving the guard a bloody nose and a black eye for his effort to restrain Ayato. Then, a second came up behind him and smothered his noise and mouth with a cloth.
Ayato stuggled with all his might, but what could he do against three different guards holding him down as his body got weaker and weaker. One of them held down his neck, making breathing difficult. Finally, the world around him became very dizzy as if he had drunk too much alcohol. Black dots began to fill his vision until there was nothing, his body gave out into the cold nothingness.
The next thing he knew would the small of damp, Ayato realised that he was in a chilly dark room with a flame torch as his only source of light.
The stone walls had no windows, he had been on a tour of a similar castle where they had cells for holding prisoners before taking them further into the dungeons; possibly to be tortured. The thought sent a shiver down his back, was that to be his fate?
He didn't have time to think about it as the door burst open and he was dragged from the cell. He fought hard, even with whatever drug they had sedated him with still in his system. To his surprise, they were taking him into the main building of the castle. Then, an even worse thought dawned on him. One that made him turn a deathly white.
'They're taking me directly to the Grand Duke. I really am fucked' He made his legs as steady as they could before the doors opened and the golden light blinded him.
The throne hall was opulent beyond belief. A grand diamond chandelier towered above them while the room itself was covered in red and black regal wallpaper with gold furniture. The throne itself was tall with a pair of katanas crossed at the top of it, the arms had dragon heads made from gold and jewels. The stories of the Grand Duke had made him think of the man as being middle aged, yet the young man before him must have been the same age as him.
Ayato was forced to his knees at the steps of the throne but not before he threw his head into another guards nose. The cracking sound echoed through the hall as the guard stumbled, blood dripping onto the marble floor.
Taro Yamada, Grand Duke of Kyoto and Buraza, tapped his finger on the arm piece of his throne as he smiled down the young Aishi before him. He saw the fight in the boy before him, loved it and looked froward to breaking him down bit by bit. Taro was dressed in black jeans with a red and gold top that normally would have looked slightly tacky on anyone else but made him look even more unnerving.
He stood up from the throne, walking down the blood red steps. The lump in Ayato's throat grew as each step sounded, like the death toll of a bell getting closer. He felt the shadow of the Grand Duke over him before he could see it.
Placing his hand under Ayato's chin; Taro made their eyes meet. Ayato trembled in sheer terror as a pair of soulless black eyes stared into his very being. He swore that whatever humanity was once there was long dead. Taro smirked menacingly "When I heard that someone was caught outside of my castle walls making a ruckus, I didn't expect a cute little thing like yourself…"
He chuckled softly as he ran his fingers up the side of Ayato's face. The younger boy winced as he tried to move his face away from the stranger's touch. Of course Taro knew what was coming, but he was busy revelling in the fact that his plan had worked. Ayato would be all his.
Ayato knew the look in the Grand Duke's eyes. It was a look that he had seen thrown at him by many a girl or woman in his town. Those moonless black eyes shorn with unbridled lust as they glanced up and down his body, Ayato felt as if he were being undressed under the other man's gaze…
The Grand Duke then got on one knee and leaned in by Ayato's ear. "You were naughty to run away from my guards, you know. I hope that you will learn to behave for me from now on. Won't you dear?" Taro's fearsome voice sent shivers up Ayato's back.
"Y-yes, your grace" He softly stuttered back, feeling the hairs raise on his neck in raw fear.
He continued caressing Ayato's cheek until his noticed something slightly reddish on his neck.
He tutted.
"Did someone hold you down there?" He touched it slightly, the twitching in Ayato's eyes told of sharp pain. The grand duke frowned, now that was frightening "Bring me the guards who found our lovely guest" Taro commanded, the guards holding Ayato moved aside so that they were standing beside their Grand Duke's throne. Ayato again struggled and writhed in the guard's grasp but the sedative was still clinging to his body.
He did not realise that Taro was watching him struggle, gripping his throne in anticipation. He wanted Ayato now, but that had to wait until the boy trusted him.
He walked back over to his 'visitor', running his finger through Ayato's hair. "You're quite the fighter I see." Ayato stopped the struggling, instead shivering under the Grand Duke's gaze. "Oh, I can't help myself. What a fine little creature you are." He gleefully exclaimed.
Then, three guards entered the room. Taro beckoned them forward, all the while still playing with Ayato's hair.
"So you were the ones to capture this lovely little moth of mine?" The three guards nodded in affirmation. "Good, good. Now, who was the one that held him down by the neck?"
The two guards to the left moved backwards, leaving the single one to the right standing forward. He was sporting the black eye from earlier. "No! I didn't, your grace! It was the other guards!"
The other guards shot back "Don't blame us! You held him there!"
Taro pursed his lip in a discontent manner, he hated the bickering and silenced it "Do you know that he will bruise there now? You have to careful when handling a little moth as precious as he." Ayato quivered as Taro's hand made its way down to his neck once more but missing where it was sore. He looked back at his new guest, tilting his head, before leaning in and whispering sinisterly.
"I do apologise for their behaviour my dear, I guess they will have to be punished..."
The lone guard, knowing what was about to happen, attempted to back away, only to be grabbed by the two guards that had been behind him. The group began to fight. Taro, fed up of this, pressed a button on the wall and the floor under all three guards opened. The three fell, cracks could be heard before some hissing and screaming as their bodies were torn apart by the Komado dragons in their pit
Taro laughed as the sound of human skin and flesh being torn to pieces rippled through the throne room, Ayato grit his teeth in fear as he mentally begged for the nightmarish sounds to stop. His eyes threatened to spill tears. When the screaming had finally faded into dying moans, Taro turned back to the young man that was now ensnared in his web. "Do you know why I did that?" He questioned Ayato, looking deeply into those intoxicating indigo eyes.
"B-because they tried to lie to you, y-your grace..." The younger man spoke, horror clearly weaved into his voice. Taro grinned "They did. When I asked them a question, they tried to set up the other guard to take their fall. I hate it when people don't answer me properly or respectfully. It's childish and boring."
Taro looked at the guards that held up Ayato. "You can let him go, he's harmless" They did just that, and Ayato stumbled on his still weakened legs. Taro caught him and threw him over his shoulder before walking into his personal quarters. Ayato tried to struggle again but there was no energy left in his body. Not even to tremble.
What was his fate to be now?
He could do nothing but stare at the floor and the walls as they passed him by. It felt like an eternaty had passed before they entered an area which was clearly Taro's bedroom.
Straight after Taro's own bedroom was a room that he had specially designed for his new favourite guest.
It was connected to Taro's bedroom by a door that locked from the outside, it opened to a smallish room with a gothic theme to it. There were no windows, the large black bed with its ornate four posters and purple curtains took up most of the room. There were some shelves and little gothic details. He placed the weakened Ayato down on the bed before lying down and stroking his hair "Rest now, my sweet little moth..."
The last words Ayato would recall before dozing off were "...You will be my little moth in a jar from now on. I possess you, my treasure. Please make an effort to behave for me, I'll find a way to reward you. Don't you worry my love" Ayato's dreams would be haunted by Taro's sinister laughter paired with those soulless black eyes.