Yay for tons of possible plot hooksgietheJuly 23 2010, 17:51:29 UTC
That same boy was now a tall, solidly build young man, who now registered surprise when Ichigo glanced at him, "Ichigo, look out-" Ichigo slammed into another person who had been walking hurriedly to the building. The person gave an indignant huff, and Ichigo stepped back on instinct. "My apologies," said a raven-haired girl, much smaller than Ichigo, but her large, violet eyes were cold despite her words. Ichigo frowned, "That's ok." "Let's go," said a tall, red-haired man man to the girl. "I'm sorry, young master," he briskly steered the girl away and into a rather festively decorated building. "Huh. They were both slaves, weren't they?" Ichigo wondered. "My. You just ran into members of the Kuchiki household," explained Mizuiro. "They've been in the middle of an entire slew of scandals lately, despite being the wealthiest family around." "Really? What kind?" "That girl you ran into was named Rukia." Mizuiro nodded sagely, "she's a concubine bought by the heir, Byakuya, last year at this very house." "She looks a bit young to be a concubine, but that's not much cause for scandal, isn't it?" "No. But I hear she looks identical to the heir's deceased wife," Mizuiro said matter-of-factly, "and another recent concubine they had bought turned out to be pregnant before she was even sold." Ichigo winced, "Ouch. That doesn't look good for that girl." "Yes, but even though it's been all over the city, they've yet to demand reparations. They're not even reselling or anything like that." "Huh, how can you be so sure - wait, how the hell did you know about that last part?" "Oh, here and there." Mizuiro smiled, "the cooks in the Kuchiki household have great skill in the kitchen, and loose tongues in the bedroom." "I don't want to hear any more. Where do we start, anyway?" "Well, we might as well follow the Kuchiki house - the trade of the Illusory Moon always has the best-trained slaves for the type we're looking for." "I still say we can spend this gold somewhere else." "Ichigo," Mizuiro scolded, "at this point, it can be only a matter of formality if you wish. You've rejected all of the proposed brides for the past years, and every year you've only spent money on more laborers. Adding with the fact that you bought-" he glanced up as Sado, "a male the only time you set foot here, people have been speculating that the household will only be continued by your sisters." "What?! How the hell do people keep track of what I buy?! And why do they think-" Ichigo spluttered and his eyes went wide. "People have eyes and ears, young master. Now, I don't care who you bed, but if you want your reputation repaired," Mizuiro indicated the building in front of them, "you might want to make this purchase as soon as possible. Make if flashy too, that's why we're going for expensive." He turned and walked ahead of them. "Fine!" Ichigo growled. He dared to look at his bodyguard's reaction to this rumor, only to find that Sado was looking away, hand clamped over his mouth and shoulders quaking from silent laughter. "Are you laughing at me? Aaargh." He threw up his hands. Ichigo marched off after Mizuiro, grumbling about their house being too nice to their servants.
You saw right through me, mangietheJuly 25 2010, 09:00:47 UTC
Why yes, yes it is. u__u I needed a fancy name for the Red Light District! (I'd say, the Kushiel series has a damn nice setting for all that BDSM) That said, everything besides the props are probably wildly inaccurate.
Will update in a bit. I am, as they say, writing by the seat of my pants. My ideas taster would probably mock me because of all the stuff I'm trying to throw in.
Ichigo slammed into another person who had been walking hurriedly to the building. The person gave an indignant huff, and Ichigo stepped back on instinct.
"My apologies," said a raven-haired girl, much smaller than Ichigo, but her large, violet eyes were cold despite her words. Ichigo frowned, "That's ok."
"Let's go," said a tall, red-haired man man to the girl. "I'm sorry, young master," he briskly steered the girl away and into a rather festively decorated building.
"Huh. They were both slaves, weren't they?" Ichigo wondered.
"My. You just ran into members of the Kuchiki household," explained Mizuiro. "They've been in the middle of an entire slew of scandals lately, despite being the wealthiest family around."
"Really? What kind?"
"That girl you ran into was named Rukia." Mizuiro nodded sagely, "she's a concubine bought by the heir, Byakuya, last year at this very house."
"She looks a bit young to be a concubine, but that's not much cause for scandal, isn't it?"
"No. But I hear she looks identical to the heir's deceased wife," Mizuiro said matter-of-factly, "and another recent concubine they had bought turned out to be pregnant before she was even sold."
Ichigo winced, "Ouch. That doesn't look good for that girl."
"Yes, but even though it's been all over the city, they've yet to demand reparations. They're not even reselling or anything like that."
"Huh, how can you be so sure - wait, how the hell did you know about that last part?"
"Oh, here and there." Mizuiro smiled, "the cooks in the Kuchiki household have great skill in the kitchen, and loose tongues in the bedroom."
"I don't want to hear any more. Where do we start, anyway?"
"Well, we might as well follow the Kuchiki house - the trade of the Illusory Moon always has the best-trained slaves for the type we're looking for."
"I still say we can spend this gold somewhere else."
"Ichigo," Mizuiro scolded, "at this point, it can be only a matter of formality if you wish. You've rejected all of the proposed brides for the past years, and every year you've only spent money on more laborers. Adding with the fact that you bought-" he glanced up as Sado, "a male the only time you set foot here, people have been speculating that the household will only be continued by your sisters."
"What?! How the hell do people keep track of what I buy?! And why do they think-" Ichigo spluttered and his eyes went wide.
"People have eyes and ears, young master. Now, I don't care who you bed, but if you want your reputation repaired," Mizuiro indicated the building in front of them, "you might want to make this purchase as soon as possible. Make if flashy too, that's why we're going for expensive." He turned and walked ahead of them.
"Fine!" Ichigo growled. He dared to look at his bodyguard's reaction to this rumor, only to find that Sado was looking away, hand clamped over his mouth and shoulders quaking from silent laughter. "Are you laughing at me? Aaargh." He threw up his hands.
Ichigo marched off after Mizuiro, grumbling about their house being too nice to their servants.
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And is that a reference to Kushiel's Dart I see?
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Will update in a bit. I am, as they say, writing by the seat of my pants. My ideas taster would probably mock me because of all the stuff I'm trying to throw in.
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I really like everything so far, though! :3
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