hanafurirou book 1, chapter 3, seventh scene
Yay, more Hanafurirou! It's been a while since the last installment, which wasn't exactly a nice place to stop. Life's been weird (and very distracted) for me. ^_^; So yeah, here's more... and we're still not at a happy stopping point. But the story will continue, and I'm trying to focus more on translation (and scanlation, for that matter) than I did during this past semester. So yeah, enjoy!
Fuki was unconscious for quite a while. When he came to, he could hear the voices of the night watch in the distance.
His disheveled body was sprawled on top of the futon.
Slowly, things started to come back to him. He had been having his debut, and Yamafuji had done what he wanted with his body. ...He had used some strange drug.
When he remembered that, goose bumps sprang up all over his body. It seemed the drug had worn off already, but his body felt oddly lethargic. It felt all sticky and gross between his legs and up his ass. And his nether regions felt feverish, like there was still something left down there.
"...So you're awake now?"
When he reflexively looked in the direction of the voice, Yamafuji tilted his sake cup toward him.
"Would you like some?"
Even though Yamafuji was offering him a drink, Fuki wasn't in the mood to drink at all. He shook his head and backed up. Yamafuji smiled.
"...But this is just the beginning of our night." Then he set down his cup and approached Fuki.
"......"
Fuki shook his head again without thinking. Still sitting, he scooted backward across the futon. He couldn't stand the thought of Yamafuji touching him, and that was all that he could think about.
But Yamafuji reached out toward him.
"No...!" Fuki yelled.
His hand touched a pillow, which he grabbed and threw at Yamafuji. Then he scrambled to his feet, toppling a clothes rack and turning over a table in the process.
Then he took advantage of Yamafuji's momentary indisposition and ran out of the room.
"Hey!! Someone help...!!" Fuji could hear Yamafuji yelling from behind him.
He knew that he would be in big trouble if he ran away. But he just couldn't stand to let Yamafuji touch him anymore, so he didn't really care what they did to him. He didn't think he would be able to get away, but he would rather fall in a ditch and die than go back.
"...Oh, but..." If only he could talk to Ouichirou one last time before the end. Or even just see him. But no matter where he went, that would never happen, and he knew that.
On unsteady legs, he dashed through the hallway full of gasps and moans and headed down the stairs.
Before he knew it, there were people chasing him. His body was still weak from the effects of that drug, and it didn't take long for them to catch up with him.
One man caught the edge of his sleeve, and the sleeve ripped. Fuki left the man behind with the sleeve in his hand and headed through the back door into the garden.
He slipped between the trees in the garden and hid. His body felt heavy, like lead. Panting, he fell to his knees. Then, as he clung to a tree trunk and looked over at the building, a gasp escaped his mouth.
He saw Ouichirou standing on the second floor veranda.
"Ah..."
But he just couldn't bring himself to be happy about it.
Ouichirou was standing outside of Kichou's room. He may have known about Fuki's debut; he may not have. But still, he was seeing Kichou while Yamafuji had his way with Fuki.
"Ouichirou, you idiot."
Kichou came out from the room behind him and pulled on his sleeve. Ouichirou went back inside, and the window closed behind him. Fuki felt like he had been abandoned.
"Stupid Ouichirou... You traitor...!!" Fuki crumpled and pounded on the ground several times. Tears welled up and just wouldn't stop coming, causing his vision to grow hazy.
And right after that...
"Found him...!" one of his followers called, bringing him back to reality with a jolt.
He tried to run again, but he just couldn't get his legs to move. One of the men following him caught him arm and climbed on top of him to hold him down as he fell to the ground.
"......"
The man twisted his arm up behind his back, and pain shot through his arm.
Slowly, the tips of a pair of shoes encroached on Fuki's field of vision. When he lifted his head ever so slightly, he saw that the owner was standing there. He could see the barely restrained anger simmering just behind his cool expression. The moonlight lit his face up all too well.
"Were you thinking of running away? How ungrateful of you."
"......"
The thought hadn't really crossed his mind. He knew that he would never make it past the great gate. He just couldn't bear it any longer. He would have rather died, and he had been planning on jumping in ditch surrounding Yoshiwara and killing himself.
But now that he had been caught, he couldn't even do that.
"Take him," the owner ordered, his voice cold.
Fuki was unconscious for quite a while. When he came to, he could hear the voices of the night watch in the distance.
His disheveled body was sprawled on top of the futon.
Slowly, things started to come back to him. He had been having his debut, and Yamafuji had done what he wanted with his body. ...He had used some strange drug.
When he remembered that, goose bumps sprang up all over his body. It seemed the drug had worn off already, but his body felt oddly lethargic. It felt all sticky and gross between his legs and up his ass. And his nether regions felt feverish, like there was still something left down there.
"...So you're awake now?"
When he reflexively looked in the direction of the voice, Yamafuji tilted his sake cup toward him.
"Would you like some?"
Even though Yamafuji was offering him a drink, Fuki wasn't in the mood to drink at all. He shook his head and backed up. Yamafuji smiled.
"...But this is just the beginning of our night." Then he set down his cup and approached Fuki.
"......"
Fuki shook his head again without thinking. Still sitting, he scooted backward across the futon. He couldn't stand the thought of Yamafuji touching him, and that was all that he could think about.
But Yamafuji reached out toward him.
"No...!" Fuki yelled.
His hand touched a pillow, which he grabbed and threw at Yamafuji. Then he scrambled to his feet, toppling a clothes rack and turning over a table in the process.
Then he took advantage of Yamafuji's momentary indisposition and ran out of the room.
"Hey!! Someone help...!!" Fuji could hear Yamafuji yelling from behind him.
He knew that he would be in big trouble if he ran away. But he just couldn't stand to let Yamafuji touch him anymore, so he didn't really care what they did to him. He didn't think he would be able to get away, but he would rather fall in a ditch and die than go back.
"...Oh, but..." If only he could talk to Ouichirou one last time before the end. Or even just see him. But no matter where he went, that would never happen, and he knew that.
On unsteady legs, he dashed through the hallway full of gasps and moans and headed down the stairs.
Before he knew it, there were people chasing him. His body was still weak from the effects of that drug, and it didn't take long for them to catch up with him.
One man caught the edge of his sleeve, and the sleeve ripped. Fuki left the man behind with the sleeve in his hand and headed through the back door into the garden.
He slipped between the trees in the garden and hid. His body felt heavy, like lead. Panting, he fell to his knees. Then, as he clung to a tree trunk and looked over at the building, a gasp escaped his mouth.
He saw Ouichirou standing on the second floor veranda.
"Ah..."
But he just couldn't bring himself to be happy about it.
Ouichirou was standing outside of Kichou's room. He may have known about Fuki's debut; he may not have. But still, he was seeing Kichou while Yamafuji had his way with Fuki.
"Ouichirou, you idiot."
Kichou came out from the room behind him and pulled on his sleeve. Ouichirou went back inside, and the window closed behind him. Fuki felt like he had been abandoned.
"Stupid Ouichirou... You traitor...!!" Fuki crumpled and pounded on the ground several times. Tears welled up and just wouldn't stop coming, causing his vision to grow hazy.
And right after that...
"Found him...!" one of his followers called, bringing him back to reality with a jolt.
He tried to run again, but he just couldn't get his legs to move. One of the men following him caught him arm and climbed on top of him to hold him down as he fell to the ground.
"......"
The man twisted his arm up behind his back, and pain shot through his arm.
Slowly, the tips of a pair of shoes encroached on Fuki's field of vision. When he lifted his head ever so slightly, he saw that the owner was standing there. He could see the barely restrained anger simmering just behind his cool expression. The moonlight lit his face up all too well.
"Were you thinking of running away? How ungrateful of you."
"......"
The thought hadn't really crossed his mind. He knew that he would never make it past the great gate. He just couldn't bear it any longer. He would have rather died, and he had been planning on jumping in ditch surrounding Yoshiwara and killing himself.
But now that he had been caught, he couldn't even do that.
"Take him," the owner ordered, his voice cold.