Purple Doll (Prologue)
Title: Ningyou Murasaki
Chapters: Prologue, 0/5
Author: mypaperdoll1611
Genre: Historical (Old Japan), Drama, Romance, Smut
Warnings: sex scenes
Ratings: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Ch1-ReitaxUruha//Ch2-KaixUruha//Ch3RukixUruhaxByou//Ch4AoixUruha//Ch5??xUruha
Band: the GazettE, ScReW
Summary: Came from a devoured clan, Uruha promised revenge to the nobles who killed the people he loved. The only survivor ran and returned to Kyoto as an entertainer. He seduces the sons of the possible nobles who planned the whole massacre seven years ago and tries to discover the truth of that crimson colored nightmare.
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[Prologue: The Birth of the Purple Doll]
Five Clans: Takashima, Suzuki, Yutaka, Matsumoto, and Shiryoma. These clans dominated Kyoto. The song of the birds resonated with the dazzling celebration being held. The heirs clapped their hands with the sound of drum. The Kabuki Theater was filled with important guests. The costumes reflected with his purple eyes. One boy, named, Kouyou from the Takashima Clan lavishly poured his gaze to the petals falling from the Sakura Tree that danced with the performers on stage. He’s interested, attracted. He wanted to dance with them, to sing with them, to wear the same clothes as them. He stood up from his seat, leaned on the railings in front of him, as his eyes glittered when the female performer gently stroke the old-string instrument on her lap. The open stage kissed with the moon lit sky. The innocence of the young boy never saved him from such harm. He ran closer to the stage leaving the five other heirs on the row of their seat. There were six for the two were siblings. He ran carelessly unto the crowd, his usual clumsiness didn’t disappear. He accidentally hit a cup of tea.
“How dare you?” a man almost three times taller than him shouted.
“I’m sorry!” Kouyou bowed repeatedly.
The man grabbed his body, almost breaking his arm, he wouldn’t let go of Kouyou easily, “You have to pay for this!” he examined the features from the younger’s face down to his body. “I…”
“Takashima Kouyou, old man, the one you’re talking with your rubbish mouth is Takashima Kouyou,” a smart looking kid slowly walked towards them. At a young age, he’s already carrying a sword. “And I am…”
Kouyou was impressed on how the kid pronounced his name as if this was enough to control the world. He’s one of the five kids he left at the upper row. He’s one of the heirs. Those two names were enough to make the huge man peed on his pants. He gently put Kouyou down, fixed his grooming, apologized and ran away. He’s scared enough to left the show unfinished.
“Are you scared?” the kid that was almost the same age approached him like an adult. “You should have learned your lesson,” he brushed Kouyou’s hair.
“No,” Kouyou smiled. “For I know you’ll come and save me, Samurai-kun!”
“Silly kid! You’re still calling me with that name. What are you so excited of?”
“Hmmm?” Kouyou almost forgot his muse. He ran once again to the crowd as he dragged the other kid towards the stage. “Her!” Kouyou pointed the beautiful girl that just came out of stage. “I wanted to be like her!”
“She’s a prostitute Kouyou,” the kid shook his head.
“Eh?” for the seventh time watching the said woman performs, it’s a big surprise for him. “Prostitute?”
“A prostitute, a person who willingly sells their body, she’s one of those kinds,” the kid tapped Kouyou’s back. “I’m not hindering your dream but I’m advising you to stop your dream about performing. None from your clan will approve. The five clans were destined to compete with each other for the throne, to become an emperor not a performer.”
“I understand but… Samurai-kun, you said prostitutes are people who willingly sell their body but look at her. Even without tears, beyond that heavy make-up, don’t you think she’s crying?”
The kid looked at the dancing heroine. He understood that Kouyou was right. Among of them, Kouyou’s the one who could read deeper within the other’s hearts. It’s his strength and the kid thinks that it’s the greatest. Kouyou was the most free-spirited among them. No one could imprison him into tradition. He knew what he wanted. He wasn’t interested to the throne unlike what his clan pushed him to be. He won’t even touch a sword or a bow. He’s the gentlest and the weakest but the greatest threat.
“You’re so feminine and fragile,” the kid flicked Kouyou’s forehead.
“That hurts!” he pouted. “I’ll definitely be the one who dies first when clan’s war started. I hope it’s Samurai-kun who’ll kill me,” Kouyou smiled but his eye talked about pain. He’s the one who disapproved the most about the whole setting.
The kid silenced Kouyou with a kiss, “No one would let you die. You’re excluded from the fight. Want to know why?”
“What do you mean I’m excluded?” he touched his lips.
“Even adults are forcing us to fight for the throne, we have our own reason for fighting. This friendship was established, power wasn’t the one that we’ll break us. We’re fighting because…” his voice suddenly became lower and lower. “We all wanted you…” a loud bang from the drum blended with his voice hindering Kouyou to fully comprehend what he’s talking about.
“Eh? Could you repeat it again?”
“It’s a secret…”
“That’s mean! Why? You’re all keeping secrets from me!”
After the drama they watched, the heirs walked their separate ways. The kid decided to accompany Kouyou to his home. He’s a trouble seducer. The moon shiningly followed their steps. People who saw them thought they’re a young couple. Kouyou was wearing a beautiful yukata suited for a woman with a large obi wrapping his waist. His long hair was neatly tied with beautiful flowers. It’s his usual attire that gives birth to unusual desires. On the other hand, the kid’s haori signified his dignity, like a prominent child from a prominent family. His clan’s logo was painted on his back. He carried his family’s name. Both of them existed with the scene of night. The two were perfect for each other, perfect like a couple. They passed through a dark forest. It’s the only path. Takashima’s residence was far and hidden. Their way was cloudy. They couldn’t even see their path clearly. The kid held Kouyou’s hand. To his arms was the safest refuge for Kouyou. He suddenly tripped, the bond was broken. Kouyou waited for him to come but the kid didn’t return. He kept crying. He curled down and buried his face unto his knees.
The fog slowly diminished. He could finally see his way home. Dark cloud surprised him. His home was under assault. The houses kept burning. He could see men slashing his friends, his people. He bravely entered the chaos and went to the main mansion, to the place where his family resides. He kept opening doors by doors only to find his mother lying on the ground covered with her own blood. His sisters’ corpses layered beside the window. A cut arm lied in front of him. A thunder strike then rain fell washing the burning ruins outside. He couldn’t avert his eyes to the illuminated scene in front of him, the one behind all this. It would be forever imprinted on his memory, a kid holding his father’s head. Blood dripped to the cut figure, the sword covered with crimson. Kouyou could only feel madness. The blade was now directed unto him. The kid threw the head then walked closer and closer to him. Kouyou’s feet keep stepping backward. He hit the fusuma door. It collapse and they both fell together. The kid’s sword played unto his neck. His eyes were brutal.
“Samurai-kun…” even tears won’t come out because of fear.
The swing of the sword cut the accessory on his hair, letting go of his long beautiful hair that completely ran to his back, “I love how your messy hair hugs your gorgeous face.” He kneeled down and cupped Kouyou’s face. “Your purple eyes that I love…” the kid started kissing him, gently, the blood of Kouyou’s father spread unto their selves. Kouyou averted his face.
The kid forcefully directed his face towards him. He gave Kouyou the deepest kiss he could offer. After savoring his taste, he pushed Kouyou, his body slid unto the tatami. He stood up, sheathed his sword and removed his haori. He left it to cover Kouyou’s hair then his head. “My sword kept slashing. I couldn’t stop. The screams of your sisters, your mother, and your raging father, they’re like ringing bells unto my ears. I love it the most,” he licked the blood that covered his arms.
“You…” Kouyou grabbed his father’s sword lying on the floor, few inches from him. He attacked the kid he respected the most. He viciously swung his sword, he knew he’s not good with it. The kid danced, he effortlessly avoided Kouyou’s attacks. He seized Kouyou’s sword with his one hand. He slightly bleeds. He threw the sword and grabbed Kouyou’s waist. His pouted lips were the most erotic vision of the night. Their distance was negligible. Kouyou’s breath tickled the kid, “I’ll grant your wish. I’ll make you my prostitute.”
“Lowlife! Don’t touch me!” Kouyou’s fists were stranded at the small distance of their chests. “Why do you have to do this? Why does our clan need to fight each other? Why do you have to kill the people I love?” Kouyou’s head tilted down, his tears dropped from his purple eyes. His body was still stranded unto the kid’s grasped.
“Kouyou…” Kouyou could feel the disappearing pressure between their bodies. He was surprised by the kid’s sudden movement. As his sword went out and returned in the sheath, his kimono dropped at the floor leaving him naked. “Kouyou…”
“What are you doing?” Kouyou tried to cover himself but the kid didn’t permit him. He pinned Kouyou down the floor. “You said we’re all friends!”
“Kouyou… I never thought of you as my friend…”
Kouyou’s pain was unfathomable. The distress he had was burning every piece of him. The kid left him as an ash. His wide purple eyes never faded as the kid ruptured every piece of him. His body was violated. He couldn’t move a muscle. He’s numb of the blood that ran unto his legs. The kid tasted him. He kept eating every dignity he has left. He was stripped of pride. His heart was devoured as the kid kept calling his name. He closed his eyes and escaped from reality. He didn’t want to be awake, to be aware of every cut the kid would give unto his naked soul.
After his nightmare, the sun shone unto him, finally. His eyes once opened. He wished it didn’t for the pain of last night would be forever engraved unto his memory. It wasn’t a dream. The dead bodies won’t disappear. Death was more merciful. His family was gone. His friends were gone. His home was gone. Nothing left. He wore his nagajuban and walked at the painful sunlight. The ashes left traces from that evening. His bare feet touched the soil, his place of birth. A familiar woman ran unto him. He kneeled down at Kouyou’s level. She’s crying. She’s Kouyou’s muse.
“Poor kid,” she wouldn’t stop crying. “Come with me, won’t you?”
Kouyou was holding a knife that time, he planned to kill himself. He showed it to the beautiful woman in front of him. She shook of fear, “Nothing was left. Death would be my appropriate destination.”
“You…stupid!” the woman stole his knife and threw it. “Revenge! Live for revenge! Kill them! Kill those people who did this. If you’re going to die, drag them with your grave!”
Kouyou’s tears appeared once again, “How? How could I… How could I have revenge to the people who killed my family?”
“Let’s leave Kyoto. I’ll help you. I’ll train you. You’ll be the greatest geisha that no one could step upon. Devour them! Destroy them with your beauty.”
Kouyou nodded, “Why? Why do you involve yourself unto me?”
“You are… the key of my own vengeance. You remind me of my deceased sister. She was also killed by them. Her name was…”
Kouyou just noticed that her eyes were the same as his.
It’s purple.
“Uruha.”
A/N: Comment to continue.
Chapters: Prologue, 0/5
Author: mypaperdoll1611
Genre: Historical (Old Japan), Drama, Romance, Smut
Warnings: sex scenes
Ratings: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Ch1-ReitaxUruha//Ch2-KaixUruha//Ch3RukixUruhaxByou//Ch4AoixUruha//Ch5??xUruha
Band: the GazettE, ScReW
Summary: Came from a devoured clan, Uruha promised revenge to the nobles who killed the people he loved. The only survivor ran and returned to Kyoto as an entertainer. He seduces the sons of the possible nobles who planned the whole massacre seven years ago and tries to discover the truth of that crimson colored nightmare.
Comments: Sorry for spamming your friends' entries for almost... three day straight?!
[Prologue: The Birth of the Purple Doll]
Five Clans: Takashima, Suzuki, Yutaka, Matsumoto, and Shiryoma. These clans dominated Kyoto. The song of the birds resonated with the dazzling celebration being held. The heirs clapped their hands with the sound of drum. The Kabuki Theater was filled with important guests. The costumes reflected with his purple eyes. One boy, named, Kouyou from the Takashima Clan lavishly poured his gaze to the petals falling from the Sakura Tree that danced with the performers on stage. He’s interested, attracted. He wanted to dance with them, to sing with them, to wear the same clothes as them. He stood up from his seat, leaned on the railings in front of him, as his eyes glittered when the female performer gently stroke the old-string instrument on her lap. The open stage kissed with the moon lit sky. The innocence of the young boy never saved him from such harm. He ran closer to the stage leaving the five other heirs on the row of their seat. There were six for the two were siblings. He ran carelessly unto the crowd, his usual clumsiness didn’t disappear. He accidentally hit a cup of tea.
“How dare you?” a man almost three times taller than him shouted.
“I’m sorry!” Kouyou bowed repeatedly.
The man grabbed his body, almost breaking his arm, he wouldn’t let go of Kouyou easily, “You have to pay for this!” he examined the features from the younger’s face down to his body. “I…”
“Takashima Kouyou, old man, the one you’re talking with your rubbish mouth is Takashima Kouyou,” a smart looking kid slowly walked towards them. At a young age, he’s already carrying a sword. “And I am…”
Kouyou was impressed on how the kid pronounced his name as if this was enough to control the world. He’s one of the five kids he left at the upper row. He’s one of the heirs. Those two names were enough to make the huge man peed on his pants. He gently put Kouyou down, fixed his grooming, apologized and ran away. He’s scared enough to left the show unfinished.
“Are you scared?” the kid that was almost the same age approached him like an adult. “You should have learned your lesson,” he brushed Kouyou’s hair.
“No,” Kouyou smiled. “For I know you’ll come and save me, Samurai-kun!”
“Silly kid! You’re still calling me with that name. What are you so excited of?”
“Hmmm?” Kouyou almost forgot his muse. He ran once again to the crowd as he dragged the other kid towards the stage. “Her!” Kouyou pointed the beautiful girl that just came out of stage. “I wanted to be like her!”
“She’s a prostitute Kouyou,” the kid shook his head.
“Eh?” for the seventh time watching the said woman performs, it’s a big surprise for him. “Prostitute?”
“A prostitute, a person who willingly sells their body, she’s one of those kinds,” the kid tapped Kouyou’s back. “I’m not hindering your dream but I’m advising you to stop your dream about performing. None from your clan will approve. The five clans were destined to compete with each other for the throne, to become an emperor not a performer.”
“I understand but… Samurai-kun, you said prostitutes are people who willingly sell their body but look at her. Even without tears, beyond that heavy make-up, don’t you think she’s crying?”
The kid looked at the dancing heroine. He understood that Kouyou was right. Among of them, Kouyou’s the one who could read deeper within the other’s hearts. It’s his strength and the kid thinks that it’s the greatest. Kouyou was the most free-spirited among them. No one could imprison him into tradition. He knew what he wanted. He wasn’t interested to the throne unlike what his clan pushed him to be. He won’t even touch a sword or a bow. He’s the gentlest and the weakest but the greatest threat.
“You’re so feminine and fragile,” the kid flicked Kouyou’s forehead.
“That hurts!” he pouted. “I’ll definitely be the one who dies first when clan’s war started. I hope it’s Samurai-kun who’ll kill me,” Kouyou smiled but his eye talked about pain. He’s the one who disapproved the most about the whole setting.
The kid silenced Kouyou with a kiss, “No one would let you die. You’re excluded from the fight. Want to know why?”
“What do you mean I’m excluded?” he touched his lips.
“Even adults are forcing us to fight for the throne, we have our own reason for fighting. This friendship was established, power wasn’t the one that we’ll break us. We’re fighting because…” his voice suddenly became lower and lower. “We all wanted you…” a loud bang from the drum blended with his voice hindering Kouyou to fully comprehend what he’s talking about.
“Eh? Could you repeat it again?”
“It’s a secret…”
“That’s mean! Why? You’re all keeping secrets from me!”
After the drama they watched, the heirs walked their separate ways. The kid decided to accompany Kouyou to his home. He’s a trouble seducer. The moon shiningly followed their steps. People who saw them thought they’re a young couple. Kouyou was wearing a beautiful yukata suited for a woman with a large obi wrapping his waist. His long hair was neatly tied with beautiful flowers. It’s his usual attire that gives birth to unusual desires. On the other hand, the kid’s haori signified his dignity, like a prominent child from a prominent family. His clan’s logo was painted on his back. He carried his family’s name. Both of them existed with the scene of night. The two were perfect for each other, perfect like a couple. They passed through a dark forest. It’s the only path. Takashima’s residence was far and hidden. Their way was cloudy. They couldn’t even see their path clearly. The kid held Kouyou’s hand. To his arms was the safest refuge for Kouyou. He suddenly tripped, the bond was broken. Kouyou waited for him to come but the kid didn’t return. He kept crying. He curled down and buried his face unto his knees.
The fog slowly diminished. He could finally see his way home. Dark cloud surprised him. His home was under assault. The houses kept burning. He could see men slashing his friends, his people. He bravely entered the chaos and went to the main mansion, to the place where his family resides. He kept opening doors by doors only to find his mother lying on the ground covered with her own blood. His sisters’ corpses layered beside the window. A cut arm lied in front of him. A thunder strike then rain fell washing the burning ruins outside. He couldn’t avert his eyes to the illuminated scene in front of him, the one behind all this. It would be forever imprinted on his memory, a kid holding his father’s head. Blood dripped to the cut figure, the sword covered with crimson. Kouyou could only feel madness. The blade was now directed unto him. The kid threw the head then walked closer and closer to him. Kouyou’s feet keep stepping backward. He hit the fusuma door. It collapse and they both fell together. The kid’s sword played unto his neck. His eyes were brutal.
“Samurai-kun…” even tears won’t come out because of fear.
The swing of the sword cut the accessory on his hair, letting go of his long beautiful hair that completely ran to his back, “I love how your messy hair hugs your gorgeous face.” He kneeled down and cupped Kouyou’s face. “Your purple eyes that I love…” the kid started kissing him, gently, the blood of Kouyou’s father spread unto their selves. Kouyou averted his face.
The kid forcefully directed his face towards him. He gave Kouyou the deepest kiss he could offer. After savoring his taste, he pushed Kouyou, his body slid unto the tatami. He stood up, sheathed his sword and removed his haori. He left it to cover Kouyou’s hair then his head. “My sword kept slashing. I couldn’t stop. The screams of your sisters, your mother, and your raging father, they’re like ringing bells unto my ears. I love it the most,” he licked the blood that covered his arms.
“You…” Kouyou grabbed his father’s sword lying on the floor, few inches from him. He attacked the kid he respected the most. He viciously swung his sword, he knew he’s not good with it. The kid danced, he effortlessly avoided Kouyou’s attacks. He seized Kouyou’s sword with his one hand. He slightly bleeds. He threw the sword and grabbed Kouyou’s waist. His pouted lips were the most erotic vision of the night. Their distance was negligible. Kouyou’s breath tickled the kid, “I’ll grant your wish. I’ll make you my prostitute.”
“Lowlife! Don’t touch me!” Kouyou’s fists were stranded at the small distance of their chests. “Why do you have to do this? Why does our clan need to fight each other? Why do you have to kill the people I love?” Kouyou’s head tilted down, his tears dropped from his purple eyes. His body was still stranded unto the kid’s grasped.
“Kouyou…” Kouyou could feel the disappearing pressure between their bodies. He was surprised by the kid’s sudden movement. As his sword went out and returned in the sheath, his kimono dropped at the floor leaving him naked. “Kouyou…”
“What are you doing?” Kouyou tried to cover himself but the kid didn’t permit him. He pinned Kouyou down the floor. “You said we’re all friends!”
“Kouyou… I never thought of you as my friend…”
Kouyou’s pain was unfathomable. The distress he had was burning every piece of him. The kid left him as an ash. His wide purple eyes never faded as the kid ruptured every piece of him. His body was violated. He couldn’t move a muscle. He’s numb of the blood that ran unto his legs. The kid tasted him. He kept eating every dignity he has left. He was stripped of pride. His heart was devoured as the kid kept calling his name. He closed his eyes and escaped from reality. He didn’t want to be awake, to be aware of every cut the kid would give unto his naked soul.
After his nightmare, the sun shone unto him, finally. His eyes once opened. He wished it didn’t for the pain of last night would be forever engraved unto his memory. It wasn’t a dream. The dead bodies won’t disappear. Death was more merciful. His family was gone. His friends were gone. His home was gone. Nothing left. He wore his nagajuban and walked at the painful sunlight. The ashes left traces from that evening. His bare feet touched the soil, his place of birth. A familiar woman ran unto him. He kneeled down at Kouyou’s level. She’s crying. She’s Kouyou’s muse.
“Poor kid,” she wouldn’t stop crying. “Come with me, won’t you?”
Kouyou was holding a knife that time, he planned to kill himself. He showed it to the beautiful woman in front of him. She shook of fear, “Nothing was left. Death would be my appropriate destination.”
“You…stupid!” the woman stole his knife and threw it. “Revenge! Live for revenge! Kill them! Kill those people who did this. If you’re going to die, drag them with your grave!”
Kouyou’s tears appeared once again, “How? How could I… How could I have revenge to the people who killed my family?”
“Let’s leave Kyoto. I’ll help you. I’ll train you. You’ll be the greatest geisha that no one could step upon. Devour them! Destroy them with your beauty.”
Kouyou nodded, “Why? Why do you involve yourself unto me?”
“You are… the key of my own vengeance. You remind me of my deceased sister. She was also killed by them. Her name was…”
Kouyou just noticed that her eyes were the same as his.
It’s purple.
“Uruha.”
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