Series: His Sakura (Chapter 7)
Title: His Sakura
Pairing: Sakumoto (other pairings may be appearing later)
Setting: Early Edo period. Historically incorrect and purely fiction.
Rating: PG (in this chapter)
Summary: When Jun ended up in a castle.
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A/N: I'm sorry I've been neglecting the story since I'm concentrating on my other story -_- It's tough doing two stories at the same time, what with the difficulties and complexities of the stories (they might not looks as complex as they are but with the moderate level of my English and the horribleness of my own writing (1 full paragraph can take up hours for me to write) mix with my hectic RL, I find it so hard sometimes). But don't worry, I won't dump this story. It's one of my babies. As I said before I already wrote the ending so I just need to fill the in between which is mostly unwritten yet (haha, I know I'm so horrible). I really appreciate all your patient and I'm actually surprise that some of you are able to find this story even without me posting anywhere else (might probably because of the tag?) and find the this one worth of your time to read (I find the topic might drive people away). I thank you so much for reading and leaving comments XD
Okay I'm sorry too much rambling on my part! orz
Let's move on to the short update >>>
There was slight drizzle falling onto Jun’s hair and face as he stood under his tree again. For the umpteenth time he sighed, just staring longingly at the thin branches that was full with young greenly leaves, his hands were in front of his chest holding to the leaf that already turned brownish in colour, the leaf that he believed was heaven-sent.
“I miss your flowers you know…”
Jun stared at the tree, like expecting his tree to reply to him, but of course it just stood there, unmoving, the only movement was the silent ruffles of the leaves when the rain dropped onto them, and when the slight wind went past the tree intermittently.
Jun sighed again, dropping his shoulders. He did indeed missed the spring that had just passed a month ago. He wished that his tree would forever blooming with flowers because just by looking at them healed him after a long and stressful day, and especially after the horror that had just happened to him that had definitely broke him irreparably if he was without his friend and his tree.
Jun never missed the moment his tree sprouted its first flower every year ever since the tree was mature enough to bear them. It had been a few years since the first moment he saw how the first bud peeking out from among the bare branches, until finally no branches left uncovered by the soft pink and white flowers. He still remembered his pure happiness looking at them, it was like welcoming a victory, a payment for his hard work.
He wanted to bottle that happiness and take it out during the time he most needed it. He wanted to remember more of the reason he wanted to live, because now was the time he clearly needed it.
But right now the memory of the happiness seemed vague and so far away. He tried to remember but the darkness inside him displaces any part that could hold any warmth inside his heart, leaving only cold and bitterness.
He dropped his head. He wanted to remove that painful memory. Clearly, he couldn’t. How could he forget? He couldn’t even if he tried. The only thing he could do was to make peace with his heart and prayed that it won’t happen again. As of now, the silence from the young master’s side was unnerving but not unwelcome. He hoped he was forgotten, he hoped that the retainers’ words that he accidentally heard won’t ever come true.
He wiped his face from the accumulation of water. The drizzle had already turned into heavier pour. There was a rumble of thunder from afar. Jun wasn’t perturbed. Instead of taking shelter under a roof, he stepped forward, turned to his back and sat under the bark. The tree might not fully shelter him from the rain but Jun believed that it might be better that way. He was hoping that he dripping of water from the leaves could cleanse him from the unseen dirt he felt clinging onto his skin.
Jun ended up catching a fever afterwards. It was thankfully mild so he managed to hide it from Satoshi who recently was always fussing and protective of him. He had been guilty of troubling his friend lately. This time for once he would be the one who will take care of himself alone.
*
Jun never thought that there would come a day when he would receive any better news than this. His body sagged happily onto the floor when Satoshi relayed to him that the young Master had travelled with his father to the capital. They won’t come back for at least another year, thanks to the rule of the shogun.
There won’t be any young master around the castle anymore, there won’t be any fear of another raping after this, or at least for the next twelve months. He won’t become a sex slave as they said he should, he thought in relief.
Instantly, he requested to be transferred to another section of the castle. He wanted to work away from the prying eyes and the most important thing was, away from the young Sakurai sight, especially when he came back again to the castle one day. His wish came partially true. Instead of working at the paddy fields like he wanted to, he was sent to the laundry section. He didn’t need to see any of the retainers that might still be harbouring bad intentions towards him so it was fine with him.
The passing of the time in one way had helped him healed a little, not better than before because the scar would still remain, but he made do with it. Besides, that ordeal made his relationship with Satoshi strengthened to the point that he regarded the older man as his own brother. The secludedness of his current job had also helped him as he was surrounded by nice servants, all the middle-age ladies were pampering him like their own son.
For almost nine months, he had as much tranquillity as he could get in his current situation, partially successful at pushing the painful memory of the night to the back of his mind, never to be seen again.
However, the peacefulness didn’t last as long as Jun was hoping. It was broken when the young Sakurai had to come back to the castle prematurely when the daimyo had fallen to a sickness that brought fatality to the older Sakurai.
Jun shivered when the young Sakurai was announced as his father’s replacement.
The monster had become the Master.
He was hoping against hope that the time the young Master left had erased the existence of him out of his mind.
Jun lamented the loss of his tranquillity under the blooming Saku-chan. Why does Sakurai always manage to spoil his day, especially during this time when he’s looking forward to celebrate the full bloom?
Damn that Sakurai to hell, he cursed.
*
“It’s a hot day Jun-kun. Here’s a drink for you,” said Satoshi as he approached the bare-chested Jun who was fanning himself with his clothes under the hot weather of early summer day. He was sweeping the front yard, the job that he voluntarily offered to do, replacing the old gardener who was unwell today. Even until now Jun was still grateful to him who had helped him took care of Saku-chan, therefore he had no qualm of helping him out once in a while even if he had probably exposed himself being in such open place, and also since nobody seemed to forbid him to. His current supervisor was also so lenient towards him ever since he came to the current section which was definitely fortunate in his part in Jun’s opinion.
“Satoshi-kun, there’s no need for you to bring me drink, I can get it myself…”
“Nah, it’s okay. You look like you need one anyway,” said Satoshi who was smiling at him like a best friend should.
“Thank you, Satoshi-kun…” said Jun gratefully. He couldn’t help from smiling back at his only friend, the only one who could make his lips curved up to a smile nowadays.
They sat at the yard, under a tree as they chatted happily, enjoying the sun and the soft blow of the wind.
However, a sudden funny feeling creeped onto Jun.
He felt someone was watching him from behind so he carefully turned his face towards his back but he shrugged when he saw no one after a few head turns. He thought it might probably just his imagination and he instantly forgot about it the moment Satoshi told him something funny that made him laughed openly.
*
Jun continued living without any major events happening. It was already three months since the young master became the new daimyo and he never once asking for him. Jun thought in happiness that the universe was undoubtedly on his side as they never bumped into each other not even once and the daimyo most probably had already forgotten and discarded him from his memory.
What a wishful thinking to be had, for Sakurai never appeared to have forgotten about him. It was mid-afternoon when Jun was sweeping the front yard from the falling leaves, again volunteering himself, when Sakurai passed him by, being carried by a few people on his palanquin. Jun didn’t realise it at first but he was alerted when the palanquin stopped and he made a mistake of catching the eye of the passenger as the person poked his face in between the opening of the thin curtain. The intense stare baring his soul to the man and unexpectedly Jun’s body trembled, his body was sweating profusely in a sudden panic attack. All the traumatising memories came rushing to him in an instance. He was rattled by his rapist. Jun had to lean hard on his broom so he didn’t fall.
Fortunately Sakurai chose the right time to continue his journey otherwise Jun would have dropped to the ground in front of him. He took a deep breath, he tried to regulate his breathing as normal as he probably could achieve as his eyes watched the palanquin being carried away, getting smaller and smaller as the distance enveloped it.
He had thought he was stronger this time, he thought that when the time came to face Sakurai again, he would be able to hold himself, not falling apart like he was now, but he was clearly wrong. The memory and the feeling of wretchedness that accompanied it had never appeared to leave him as long as the new daimyo lived.
Pairing: Sakumoto (other pairings may be appearing later)
Setting: Early Edo period. Historically incorrect and purely fiction.
Rating: PG (in this chapter)
Summary: When Jun ended up in a castle.
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A/N: I'm sorry I've been neglecting the story since I'm concentrating on my other story -_- It's tough doing two stories at the same time, what with the difficulties and complexities of the stories (they might not looks as complex as they are but with the moderate level of my English and the horribleness of my own writing (1 full paragraph can take up hours for me to write) mix with my hectic RL, I find it so hard sometimes). But don't worry, I won't dump this story. It's one of my babies. As I said before I already wrote the ending so I just need to fill the in between which is mostly unwritten yet (haha, I know I'm so horrible). I really appreciate all your patient and I'm actually surprise that some of you are able to find this story even without me posting anywhere else (might probably because of the tag?) and find the this one worth of your time to read (I find the topic might drive people away). I thank you so much for reading and leaving comments XD
Okay I'm sorry too much rambling on my part! orz
Let's move on to the short update >>>
There was slight drizzle falling onto Jun’s hair and face as he stood under his tree again. For the umpteenth time he sighed, just staring longingly at the thin branches that was full with young greenly leaves, his hands were in front of his chest holding to the leaf that already turned brownish in colour, the leaf that he believed was heaven-sent.
“I miss your flowers you know…”
Jun stared at the tree, like expecting his tree to reply to him, but of course it just stood there, unmoving, the only movement was the silent ruffles of the leaves when the rain dropped onto them, and when the slight wind went past the tree intermittently.
Jun sighed again, dropping his shoulders. He did indeed missed the spring that had just passed a month ago. He wished that his tree would forever blooming with flowers because just by looking at them healed him after a long and stressful day, and especially after the horror that had just happened to him that had definitely broke him irreparably if he was without his friend and his tree.
Jun never missed the moment his tree sprouted its first flower every year ever since the tree was mature enough to bear them. It had been a few years since the first moment he saw how the first bud peeking out from among the bare branches, until finally no branches left uncovered by the soft pink and white flowers. He still remembered his pure happiness looking at them, it was like welcoming a victory, a payment for his hard work.
He wanted to bottle that happiness and take it out during the time he most needed it. He wanted to remember more of the reason he wanted to live, because now was the time he clearly needed it.
But right now the memory of the happiness seemed vague and so far away. He tried to remember but the darkness inside him displaces any part that could hold any warmth inside his heart, leaving only cold and bitterness.
He dropped his head. He wanted to remove that painful memory. Clearly, he couldn’t. How could he forget? He couldn’t even if he tried. The only thing he could do was to make peace with his heart and prayed that it won’t happen again. As of now, the silence from the young master’s side was unnerving but not unwelcome. He hoped he was forgotten, he hoped that the retainers’ words that he accidentally heard won’t ever come true.
He wiped his face from the accumulation of water. The drizzle had already turned into heavier pour. There was a rumble of thunder from afar. Jun wasn’t perturbed. Instead of taking shelter under a roof, he stepped forward, turned to his back and sat under the bark. The tree might not fully shelter him from the rain but Jun believed that it might be better that way. He was hoping that he dripping of water from the leaves could cleanse him from the unseen dirt he felt clinging onto his skin.
Jun ended up catching a fever afterwards. It was thankfully mild so he managed to hide it from Satoshi who recently was always fussing and protective of him. He had been guilty of troubling his friend lately. This time for once he would be the one who will take care of himself alone.
*
Jun never thought that there would come a day when he would receive any better news than this. His body sagged happily onto the floor when Satoshi relayed to him that the young Master had travelled with his father to the capital. They won’t come back for at least another year, thanks to the rule of the shogun.
There won’t be any young master around the castle anymore, there won’t be any fear of another raping after this, or at least for the next twelve months. He won’t become a sex slave as they said he should, he thought in relief.
Instantly, he requested to be transferred to another section of the castle. He wanted to work away from the prying eyes and the most important thing was, away from the young Sakurai sight, especially when he came back again to the castle one day. His wish came partially true. Instead of working at the paddy fields like he wanted to, he was sent to the laundry section. He didn’t need to see any of the retainers that might still be harbouring bad intentions towards him so it was fine with him.
The passing of the time in one way had helped him healed a little, not better than before because the scar would still remain, but he made do with it. Besides, that ordeal made his relationship with Satoshi strengthened to the point that he regarded the older man as his own brother. The secludedness of his current job had also helped him as he was surrounded by nice servants, all the middle-age ladies were pampering him like their own son.
For almost nine months, he had as much tranquillity as he could get in his current situation, partially successful at pushing the painful memory of the night to the back of his mind, never to be seen again.
However, the peacefulness didn’t last as long as Jun was hoping. It was broken when the young Sakurai had to come back to the castle prematurely when the daimyo had fallen to a sickness that brought fatality to the older Sakurai.
Jun shivered when the young Sakurai was announced as his father’s replacement.
The monster had become the Master.
He was hoping against hope that the time the young Master left had erased the existence of him out of his mind.
Jun lamented the loss of his tranquillity under the blooming Saku-chan. Why does Sakurai always manage to spoil his day, especially during this time when he’s looking forward to celebrate the full bloom?
Damn that Sakurai to hell, he cursed.
*
“It’s a hot day Jun-kun. Here’s a drink for you,” said Satoshi as he approached the bare-chested Jun who was fanning himself with his clothes under the hot weather of early summer day. He was sweeping the front yard, the job that he voluntarily offered to do, replacing the old gardener who was unwell today. Even until now Jun was still grateful to him who had helped him took care of Saku-chan, therefore he had no qualm of helping him out once in a while even if he had probably exposed himself being in such open place, and also since nobody seemed to forbid him to. His current supervisor was also so lenient towards him ever since he came to the current section which was definitely fortunate in his part in Jun’s opinion.
“Satoshi-kun, there’s no need for you to bring me drink, I can get it myself…”
“Nah, it’s okay. You look like you need one anyway,” said Satoshi who was smiling at him like a best friend should.
“Thank you, Satoshi-kun…” said Jun gratefully. He couldn’t help from smiling back at his only friend, the only one who could make his lips curved up to a smile nowadays.
They sat at the yard, under a tree as they chatted happily, enjoying the sun and the soft blow of the wind.
However, a sudden funny feeling creeped onto Jun.
He felt someone was watching him from behind so he carefully turned his face towards his back but he shrugged when he saw no one after a few head turns. He thought it might probably just his imagination and he instantly forgot about it the moment Satoshi told him something funny that made him laughed openly.
*
Jun continued living without any major events happening. It was already three months since the young master became the new daimyo and he never once asking for him. Jun thought in happiness that the universe was undoubtedly on his side as they never bumped into each other not even once and the daimyo most probably had already forgotten and discarded him from his memory.
What a wishful thinking to be had, for Sakurai never appeared to have forgotten about him. It was mid-afternoon when Jun was sweeping the front yard from the falling leaves, again volunteering himself, when Sakurai passed him by, being carried by a few people on his palanquin. Jun didn’t realise it at first but he was alerted when the palanquin stopped and he made a mistake of catching the eye of the passenger as the person poked his face in between the opening of the thin curtain. The intense stare baring his soul to the man and unexpectedly Jun’s body trembled, his body was sweating profusely in a sudden panic attack. All the traumatising memories came rushing to him in an instance. He was rattled by his rapist. Jun had to lean hard on his broom so he didn’t fall.
Fortunately Sakurai chose the right time to continue his journey otherwise Jun would have dropped to the ground in front of him. He took a deep breath, he tried to regulate his breathing as normal as he probably could achieve as his eyes watched the palanquin being carried away, getting smaller and smaller as the distance enveloped it.
He had thought he was stronger this time, he thought that when the time came to face Sakurai again, he would be able to hold himself, not falling apart like he was now, but he was clearly wrong. The memory and the feeling of wretchedness that accompanied it had never appeared to leave him as long as the new daimyo lived.