[FIC] - Tainted Tears : Drop # 7
Cross-posted on my LJ. ^^/
I just finished revising drop #7, so here it is. ^_^
As I explained in the previous post, this one got done faster than usually because I wrote a long one and had to cut it in three. ^^; *lol* So this one is the second of the three. :)
I'll probably post the third one this week-end, as soon as I'm done revising. ^_^
Leon finally arrives at the "house", and meets Kanon.
Warning : NC17 (For utter angst and mature content).
This chapter is less bad, but the warning still applies for the whole fic. ^^;/
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FIC : Tainted Tears - Chapter 7
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : There is BIG innuendo for Saga x Kanon and Kanon x Saga, though. ("Obvious" would be a better word than "innuendo". ^^;)
Rating : NC17 (For utter angst and mature content. Don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea).
Warnings : Timeline went to space, so it could be considered AU, but I’m otherwise sticking with the canon story whenever it’s possible. The original timeline for their ages couldn’t have worked with this story. ^^;;; Even with the AU timeline, Saga and Kanon are very young when they get rescued by the Gemini saint and he becomes their master.
Saga and Kanon are in their early adolescence at the beginning of this fic. That means they're pretty close to the age of Seiya and Shun in the series. Just wanted to mention that so you can picture some of the scenes without getting too shocked, since ages are not mentioned and people could think they're even younger. This fic has a very heavy subject, but the point here is more the things they go through to get over the trauma caused by their past, rather than anything kinky itself. There are scenes with sexual content, but they're only there when deemed necessary for the story.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya.
Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.
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Drop #7 - Gemini.
The shy colors of dawn had long been replaced by the bright greek sun as the morning flew by. The dreadful red light wasn’t anymore flooding the twins’ room, replaced instead by the little sunlight that could enter the room through the wide lacy curtains that covered all windows in an attempt of the managers to give the room a sophisticated look that would maybe make their customers believe it was worth paying a bit more.
Kanon didn’t even take the time to get cleaned or changed after his exhausting night of work, and he had spent most of the morning crying while cradling Saga in his arms, before taking his brother back to their room and beginning to clean the blood that had ran from the older twin’s larger wounds.
It was a good thing that he was almost done, for his eyes were so reddened by the tears and the lack of sleep that he could barely see what he was doing, through the veil of tears. But thankfully, he knew his brother’s body better than anyone else, and so his instincts guided the wet cloth in his hand more than his eyes, carefully wiping each wound, each bruise, each furrowed lash mark.
Occasionally, the rubbing of the wet fabric over a more sensitive spot tore a weak little whimper from the unconscious body, but Saga still wouldn’t wake up.
Yet, those little sounds reassured Kanon, for they meant Saga was still alive. Sometimes, Kanon wasn’t sure.
At least, the morning was almost gone, and soon “Gorilla” would take Saga to the doctor.
Not that it was a very reassuring thought, considering that Kanon’s wasn’t even sure if the old man who took care of the prostitutes for many brothels of the zone was actually a real doctor or not.
Sometimes, people died of botched abortions done at the old man’s filthy clandestine backyard clinic.
But for something as simple as sewing wounds shut, he should manage, right?
Even if the wound was in a very… delicate spot?
Kanon bit his lip. He wasn’t so sure that his brother’s wounds were that simple to treat, but other than staying by Saga’s side, the younger twin couldn’t do much more than wait and try to muster some hope.
The younger twin let out a cry of surprise when the door suddenly flew open and the old harpie strode into the room, surveying the situation with a quick look, and shortly followed by one of the older prostitutes who usually worked as an aid for her.
After a glance at Kanon, the old woman exclaimed : “Good, you’re still wearing something nice!”
’Something nice’ for her was something that the customers would be likely to find sexy.
In this case, a short lingerie set, much like a night gown, complete with what would have been a pair of longer panties for a girl, but on Kanon’s youthful body, it really looked like a pair of shorts, only made of lace, which gave him a look both innocent and teasing on same time. Like a porcelain doll dressed in indecent attire, that maddened most of his clients with lust.
The woman didn’t even bother to explain, quickly grabbing Kanon’s wrist and dragging him along after her.
“Wha…what’s happening? Where are we going?!”-he panicked, being forced to drop the washrag and leave his brother alone with the other woman.
“There’s a new customer at the entry desk, and he says he wants to see your brother. I doubt he’ll see the difference between you two, and he looks rich, so you better give him a very good impression! We can maybe get a good amount of money out of him.”- She answered as she pulled the boy along.
Just before they emerged from the rooms’ corridor and into the entrance hall where the customer was waiting, Kanon attempted to ask another question, but the woman ignored him and turning around, pinned his lean body against the nearby wall and pinched his nipples harshly between the tips of her withered fingers, earning a muffled yelp from the boy.
“This way they’ll look good for the customer, now go in!”
Nothing surprised the boy anymore, and that wasn’t the first time she used this brutal technique on him to make his nipples appear erect.
The entry hall of the “house” was almost empty at that time of the day.
Along the wall, there was a lengthy counter, behind which one of the managers was usually always sitting, taking care of the monetary matters before allowing any customer to go into someone’s room in the adjacent corridor.
A few cushioned chairs and other pieces of furniture were disposed randomly against the walls, and by night some of the cheaper girls would relay each other there as a display for the customers who didn’t want to have to wait in line for a particular room.
At the other end of the long room, there was a small bar. People waiting in line would often have a drink or play cards there, and it was an easy way of making some extra money while the clients waited.
Some people came during the day to drink or to see one of the inhabitants of the place, but it was rather rare. Almost all the movement was by night.
The old harpie slid herself behind the counter, her face twisted by her idea of a mellow smile, and she addressed a man in an elegant suit with her most welcoming voice.
“Here is the boy you wanted to see, milord. The one you met while he was doing an errand outside yesterday. You made a very good choice, he’s one of our most prized flowers. ” - And in doubt of how to call the man, she picked a fancy sounding ’milord’ because of his elegant clothes. This way, even if the title wasn’t accurate, she was sure to please the client.
Needless to say, in the old harpie’s vocabulary, ’prized’ meant expensive.
Kanon swallowed his urge to make a cynical remark about her sugary voice or the hideous grimaces that covered the old woman’s face in an attempt to produce an inviting smile.
The man in the suit leaned over to get a better look at the boy, and Kanon took a quick moment to analyze him, in order to speculate how to act with this one.
The man’s age was hard to guess, but it seemed fair to say he was probably in his mid-thirties.
Somehow, there was a strangely fascinating contrast between the expensive looking brand suit and the man’s face. He transpired power and strength, but for some reason, he seemed out of place in a business suit.
Before the man had the time to say anything, Kanon decided to take the first step, in hopes it would give him the advantage.
Considering the man’s appearance, the boy decided to play the “faked innocence” card, one of his best. Bowing in a respectful salute, he fluttered his eyelashes as if he was embarrassed and licked his lips in a manner that could suggest shyness before speaking or something completely different, then murmured in a secretive voice : “I hope you’ll be gentle with me milord…I am very experienced in some things, but in others I’m still discovering the pleasures of the body…” - He finished his sentence with a slight sway of hips that was doubtlessly inviting.
But the gesture, which was meant to be enticing, only resulted in making the man’s eyes widen in shock.
Kanon bit his lip hard, realizing that he chose the wrong approach.
The man in the suit turned away, and declared firmly: “This isn’t the boy I met yesterday. Where is the other twin?”
Kanon froze at those words, and a shiver of fear ran through his body when he caught the hateful glance the old woman shot him before trying to amend the situation.
“There’s no other, milord. This is the boy you talked too.” - The mellow voice sounded as fake as ever, and Kanon stared at the ground, head low, trying to think of a way to arrange the situation before things got bad for him.
“I want to see them both. I know you have twins here, and I’m willing to pay all that is necessary to see the both of them.”- The man’s voice was calm but firm, and be it because of his insistence or because of the mention of money, the harpie’s attitude changed completely.
“Ohh, milord, I’m so sorry! What I meant was that the other twin was resting, while this one was working. But I’ll fetch him for you immediately!”
Kanon’s eyes widened in horror at her words, but when he looked up as the woman scooted past him, her glare told him that it was better to remain silent, if he didn’t want more problems for his brother and him.
And when the boy looked briefly to the other side, the man in the suit greeted him with a gentle and sad smile which unsettled Kanon more than any lewd stare of his usual customers normally did. The boy shifted uneasily, unsure of the conduct to adopt around this customer.
It wasn’t long before the old harpie returned with the other woman, and between them, Saga walked with difficulty. Kanon did his best to refrain from letting the horror show on his face.
So that’s what the other woman was left in their room to do, in case Kanon failed in convincing the client that he was Saga…
She had applied make up all over the boy’s body, in an attempt to cover partially his worst bruises to make them appear less bad. It was still clear that he had suffered a terrible beating very recently, but the wounds were not as obvious.
They had arranged Saga’s hair so that it fell over his swollen eye, and had dressed him in an attractive middle length lacy robe, a strategic choice to cover the bigger wounds and marks that blemished the higher portion of the boy’s thighs.
But for Kanon, it was obvious that Saga had trouble standing, even though the two women were holding him strongly by each of his arms.
The younger twin got puzzled when he glanced up for a moment and saw an expression of horror in all points similar to his own, but painted on the customer face. The old harpie must have taken it for a look of amazement at the boy’s wounded beauty, for she lead Saga to one of the cushioned chairs and plopped him down on it, before turning to introduce them with a satisfied air.
“This one is Saga, he’s the older twin, and he’s much more skilled than his brother Kanon. You’ll like him, milord.” - She sounded jovial, but when the man left the front of the counter and approached Saga, she shot another glare at Kanon, who couldn’t help but shudder under her glance.
Clearly, she didn’t forgive him for not guessing right the best way to seduce the man. But her hatred didn’t prevent him from rushing to stand by Saga’s chair.
If the man really wanted his brother despite the wounds, then he wasn’t going to let Saga go alone. At least, if the man asked for the both of them, then Kanon could save time and maybe reduce his brother’s pain by trying to satisfy the man as much as possible before he bedded the older twin.
Saga finally tilted his head to look up out of his good eye, and gulped loudly, choking back because of the surprise. Kanon didn’t miss his brother’s reaction, but he misunderstood it, and fear seized him. Who was this man, and why did Saga seem so shocked?!
“A…ahh…you…you are…” - Saga couldn’t find the words, in his utter surprise. What was the gold saint from yesterday doing here, in a place like that?!
He couldn’t possibly…want to lay with either of them…could he?
But the man didn’t answer, turning instead to the two women with an expression filled with rage : “What did you do to that child?!”
“No…nothing at all sir! He got into a fight with another of our rentboys yesterday shortly after he came back from his errand, that’s all!”- the old harpie’s answer was swift, but she managed to conceal her anger at his question, so as to avoid unpleasing the probably rich customer.
“Those are not the marks that a fight between two boys would leave!!”- The man stepped closer, making the old woman back off a few steps, worry beginning to show on her features. Suddenly, the side door opened and “Gorilla” came out of the corridor leading to the owner’s rooms.
“What is happening here?” - His tone was meant to be borderline menacing, but it had no effect on the gold saint, other than making him decide it was time to state his real intentions.
Ignoring the man, Leon turned back to the twins, and squatted down in front of the chair to put himself at Saga’s height, then gently touched the boy’s hair, in a mix of a caress and a way to get the child out of his daze. But dazed or not, Saga had kept his gaze locked on the gold saint from the very moment he had recognized him, and gawked at him in disbelieving surprise.
Seeing that he had the boy’s attention, Leon let out his cosmo lightly, wrapping them both in it, and spoke through the mental link, startling Saga when his voice resonated inside the boy’s head.
“Child…if I take the two of you out of here, do you want to leave this place? You won’t have to forsake your twin like you feared. I am offering to save the both of you.”
The offer was so unexpected that at first it didn’t quite register in Saga’s brain. He could only whisper in awe : “How…can you talk in my mind?!! I thought only Kanon…”
Leon smiled and explained, still talking through his cosmo : “It is because I am speaking through the cosmo. You have already felt it, and I’m sure your brother did too, but you don’t know yet how to use it, and that’s why you are surprised. I can teach you to wield it, if you so wish. But I have to know, do you want me to take the both of you out of here? I am asking you, but I sense that your brother’s answer will be the same as yours anyway, for I can see how close you two are.”
In the meanwhile, unable to hear the saint’s words, Kanon stared in horror. He couldn’t feel his brother, it was completely different from the moments when the strange energy flowed between the twins, making them hear each other’s voices inside their minds.
Yet he could see the man’s golden aura, and knew what was going on.
The man was sharing that bond with Saga, the way it normally happened only between the two of them.
Would that man try to take Saga away from him?
The utter bitterness of such thought was already overwhelming per se, and yet what followed was much worse.
It was absolute terror that took over Kanon when he realized the expression of pure awe that Saga was harboring on his face.
Kanon knew well how weak he was, and how hard it would be for the two of them to prevent people from separating them if someone ever decided to do so. But he also knew that both Saga and him would still do all that they could to prevent something like that from happening, and that they wouldn’t be able to live without each other.
Or at least, so he had always thought.
But if Saga wanted that, then he didn’t know what he could do. A wave of panic rose inside Kanon, making his hands shake and his eyes fill with tears, while he hesitated between staring at his brother in horror or at the man with hatred.
Finally accepting the offer, Saga looked down shyly and blushed before closing his eyes submissively and forming the words in his head so that the gold saint could read them : “If you really save us, then I shall be yours to do as you please.”
Leon smiled reassuringly to the two boys, and stood up. The answer wasn’t worded the way he would expect, but he knew better than trying to explain everything at once to the poor children. It would take time to heal the wounds that this place caused them, both physically and morally.
He turned back to the large man and to the two women who were still standing by the counter, waiting with a vast array of expressions going from annoyance to worry on their faces.
”I did not come here to rent those boys. I came to purchase them. And I am convinced that the contents of this purse will be enough.” - He declared, a cutting edge in his voice, while he dropped a heavy leather pouch on the counter.
Mayhem ensued.
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[To Be Continued]
[Next Chapter : Drop #7 - Breach the line.]
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Sagakure, May 24th, 2005
If you liked, please comment? ^_^/
And I'd love to know what you liked in the chapter, if you do! ^_^/ *bounces*
I just finished revising drop #7, so here it is. ^_^
As I explained in the previous post, this one got done faster than usually because I wrote a long one and had to cut it in three. ^^; *lol* So this one is the second of the three. :)
I'll probably post the third one this week-end, as soon as I'm done revising. ^_^
Leon finally arrives at the "house", and meets Kanon.
Warning : NC17 (For utter angst and mature content).
This chapter is less bad, but the warning still applies for the whole fic. ^^;/
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FIC : Tainted Tears - Chapter 7
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : There is BIG innuendo for Saga x Kanon and Kanon x Saga, though. ("Obvious" would be a better word than "innuendo". ^^;)
Rating : NC17 (For utter angst and mature content. Don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea).
Warnings : Timeline went to space, so it could be considered AU, but I’m otherwise sticking with the canon story whenever it’s possible. The original timeline for their ages couldn’t have worked with this story. ^^;;; Even with the AU timeline, Saga and Kanon are very young when they get rescued by the Gemini saint and he becomes their master.
Saga and Kanon are in their early adolescence at the beginning of this fic. That means they're pretty close to the age of Seiya and Shun in the series. Just wanted to mention that so you can picture some of the scenes without getting too shocked, since ages are not mentioned and people could think they're even younger. This fic has a very heavy subject, but the point here is more the things they go through to get over the trauma caused by their past, rather than anything kinky itself. There are scenes with sexual content, but they're only there when deemed necessary for the story.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya.
Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.
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Drop #7 - Gemini.
The shy colors of dawn had long been replaced by the bright greek sun as the morning flew by. The dreadful red light wasn’t anymore flooding the twins’ room, replaced instead by the little sunlight that could enter the room through the wide lacy curtains that covered all windows in an attempt of the managers to give the room a sophisticated look that would maybe make their customers believe it was worth paying a bit more.
Kanon didn’t even take the time to get cleaned or changed after his exhausting night of work, and he had spent most of the morning crying while cradling Saga in his arms, before taking his brother back to their room and beginning to clean the blood that had ran from the older twin’s larger wounds.
It was a good thing that he was almost done, for his eyes were so reddened by the tears and the lack of sleep that he could barely see what he was doing, through the veil of tears. But thankfully, he knew his brother’s body better than anyone else, and so his instincts guided the wet cloth in his hand more than his eyes, carefully wiping each wound, each bruise, each furrowed lash mark.
Occasionally, the rubbing of the wet fabric over a more sensitive spot tore a weak little whimper from the unconscious body, but Saga still wouldn’t wake up.
Yet, those little sounds reassured Kanon, for they meant Saga was still alive. Sometimes, Kanon wasn’t sure.
At least, the morning was almost gone, and soon “Gorilla” would take Saga to the doctor.
Not that it was a very reassuring thought, considering that Kanon’s wasn’t even sure if the old man who took care of the prostitutes for many brothels of the zone was actually a real doctor or not.
Sometimes, people died of botched abortions done at the old man’s filthy clandestine backyard clinic.
But for something as simple as sewing wounds shut, he should manage, right?
Even if the wound was in a very… delicate spot?
Kanon bit his lip. He wasn’t so sure that his brother’s wounds were that simple to treat, but other than staying by Saga’s side, the younger twin couldn’t do much more than wait and try to muster some hope.
The younger twin let out a cry of surprise when the door suddenly flew open and the old harpie strode into the room, surveying the situation with a quick look, and shortly followed by one of the older prostitutes who usually worked as an aid for her.
After a glance at Kanon, the old woman exclaimed : “Good, you’re still wearing something nice!”
’Something nice’ for her was something that the customers would be likely to find sexy.
In this case, a short lingerie set, much like a night gown, complete with what would have been a pair of longer panties for a girl, but on Kanon’s youthful body, it really looked like a pair of shorts, only made of lace, which gave him a look both innocent and teasing on same time. Like a porcelain doll dressed in indecent attire, that maddened most of his clients with lust.
The woman didn’t even bother to explain, quickly grabbing Kanon’s wrist and dragging him along after her.
“Wha…what’s happening? Where are we going?!”-he panicked, being forced to drop the washrag and leave his brother alone with the other woman.
“There’s a new customer at the entry desk, and he says he wants to see your brother. I doubt he’ll see the difference between you two, and he looks rich, so you better give him a very good impression! We can maybe get a good amount of money out of him.”- She answered as she pulled the boy along.
Just before they emerged from the rooms’ corridor and into the entrance hall where the customer was waiting, Kanon attempted to ask another question, but the woman ignored him and turning around, pinned his lean body against the nearby wall and pinched his nipples harshly between the tips of her withered fingers, earning a muffled yelp from the boy.
“This way they’ll look good for the customer, now go in!”
Nothing surprised the boy anymore, and that wasn’t the first time she used this brutal technique on him to make his nipples appear erect.
The entry hall of the “house” was almost empty at that time of the day.
Along the wall, there was a lengthy counter, behind which one of the managers was usually always sitting, taking care of the monetary matters before allowing any customer to go into someone’s room in the adjacent corridor.
A few cushioned chairs and other pieces of furniture were disposed randomly against the walls, and by night some of the cheaper girls would relay each other there as a display for the customers who didn’t want to have to wait in line for a particular room.
At the other end of the long room, there was a small bar. People waiting in line would often have a drink or play cards there, and it was an easy way of making some extra money while the clients waited.
Some people came during the day to drink or to see one of the inhabitants of the place, but it was rather rare. Almost all the movement was by night.
The old harpie slid herself behind the counter, her face twisted by her idea of a mellow smile, and she addressed a man in an elegant suit with her most welcoming voice.
“Here is the boy you wanted to see, milord. The one you met while he was doing an errand outside yesterday. You made a very good choice, he’s one of our most prized flowers. ” - And in doubt of how to call the man, she picked a fancy sounding ’milord’ because of his elegant clothes. This way, even if the title wasn’t accurate, she was sure to please the client.
Needless to say, in the old harpie’s vocabulary, ’prized’ meant expensive.
Kanon swallowed his urge to make a cynical remark about her sugary voice or the hideous grimaces that covered the old woman’s face in an attempt to produce an inviting smile.
The man in the suit leaned over to get a better look at the boy, and Kanon took a quick moment to analyze him, in order to speculate how to act with this one.
The man’s age was hard to guess, but it seemed fair to say he was probably in his mid-thirties.
Somehow, there was a strangely fascinating contrast between the expensive looking brand suit and the man’s face. He transpired power and strength, but for some reason, he seemed out of place in a business suit.
Before the man had the time to say anything, Kanon decided to take the first step, in hopes it would give him the advantage.
Considering the man’s appearance, the boy decided to play the “faked innocence” card, one of his best. Bowing in a respectful salute, he fluttered his eyelashes as if he was embarrassed and licked his lips in a manner that could suggest shyness before speaking or something completely different, then murmured in a secretive voice : “I hope you’ll be gentle with me milord…I am very experienced in some things, but in others I’m still discovering the pleasures of the body…” - He finished his sentence with a slight sway of hips that was doubtlessly inviting.
But the gesture, which was meant to be enticing, only resulted in making the man’s eyes widen in shock.
Kanon bit his lip hard, realizing that he chose the wrong approach.
The man in the suit turned away, and declared firmly: “This isn’t the boy I met yesterday. Where is the other twin?”
Kanon froze at those words, and a shiver of fear ran through his body when he caught the hateful glance the old woman shot him before trying to amend the situation.
“There’s no other, milord. This is the boy you talked too.” - The mellow voice sounded as fake as ever, and Kanon stared at the ground, head low, trying to think of a way to arrange the situation before things got bad for him.
“I want to see them both. I know you have twins here, and I’m willing to pay all that is necessary to see the both of them.”- The man’s voice was calm but firm, and be it because of his insistence or because of the mention of money, the harpie’s attitude changed completely.
“Ohh, milord, I’m so sorry! What I meant was that the other twin was resting, while this one was working. But I’ll fetch him for you immediately!”
Kanon’s eyes widened in horror at her words, but when he looked up as the woman scooted past him, her glare told him that it was better to remain silent, if he didn’t want more problems for his brother and him.
And when the boy looked briefly to the other side, the man in the suit greeted him with a gentle and sad smile which unsettled Kanon more than any lewd stare of his usual customers normally did. The boy shifted uneasily, unsure of the conduct to adopt around this customer.
It wasn’t long before the old harpie returned with the other woman, and between them, Saga walked with difficulty. Kanon did his best to refrain from letting the horror show on his face.
So that’s what the other woman was left in their room to do, in case Kanon failed in convincing the client that he was Saga…
She had applied make up all over the boy’s body, in an attempt to cover partially his worst bruises to make them appear less bad. It was still clear that he had suffered a terrible beating very recently, but the wounds were not as obvious.
They had arranged Saga’s hair so that it fell over his swollen eye, and had dressed him in an attractive middle length lacy robe, a strategic choice to cover the bigger wounds and marks that blemished the higher portion of the boy’s thighs.
But for Kanon, it was obvious that Saga had trouble standing, even though the two women were holding him strongly by each of his arms.
The younger twin got puzzled when he glanced up for a moment and saw an expression of horror in all points similar to his own, but painted on the customer face. The old harpie must have taken it for a look of amazement at the boy’s wounded beauty, for she lead Saga to one of the cushioned chairs and plopped him down on it, before turning to introduce them with a satisfied air.
“This one is Saga, he’s the older twin, and he’s much more skilled than his brother Kanon. You’ll like him, milord.” - She sounded jovial, but when the man left the front of the counter and approached Saga, she shot another glare at Kanon, who couldn’t help but shudder under her glance.
Clearly, she didn’t forgive him for not guessing right the best way to seduce the man. But her hatred didn’t prevent him from rushing to stand by Saga’s chair.
If the man really wanted his brother despite the wounds, then he wasn’t going to let Saga go alone. At least, if the man asked for the both of them, then Kanon could save time and maybe reduce his brother’s pain by trying to satisfy the man as much as possible before he bedded the older twin.
Saga finally tilted his head to look up out of his good eye, and gulped loudly, choking back because of the surprise. Kanon didn’t miss his brother’s reaction, but he misunderstood it, and fear seized him. Who was this man, and why did Saga seem so shocked?!
“A…ahh…you…you are…” - Saga couldn’t find the words, in his utter surprise. What was the gold saint from yesterday doing here, in a place like that?!
He couldn’t possibly…want to lay with either of them…could he?
But the man didn’t answer, turning instead to the two women with an expression filled with rage : “What did you do to that child?!”
“No…nothing at all sir! He got into a fight with another of our rentboys yesterday shortly after he came back from his errand, that’s all!”- the old harpie’s answer was swift, but she managed to conceal her anger at his question, so as to avoid unpleasing the probably rich customer.
“Those are not the marks that a fight between two boys would leave!!”- The man stepped closer, making the old woman back off a few steps, worry beginning to show on her features. Suddenly, the side door opened and “Gorilla” came out of the corridor leading to the owner’s rooms.
“What is happening here?” - His tone was meant to be borderline menacing, but it had no effect on the gold saint, other than making him decide it was time to state his real intentions.
Ignoring the man, Leon turned back to the twins, and squatted down in front of the chair to put himself at Saga’s height, then gently touched the boy’s hair, in a mix of a caress and a way to get the child out of his daze. But dazed or not, Saga had kept his gaze locked on the gold saint from the very moment he had recognized him, and gawked at him in disbelieving surprise.
Seeing that he had the boy’s attention, Leon let out his cosmo lightly, wrapping them both in it, and spoke through the mental link, startling Saga when his voice resonated inside the boy’s head.
“Child…if I take the two of you out of here, do you want to leave this place? You won’t have to forsake your twin like you feared. I am offering to save the both of you.”
The offer was so unexpected that at first it didn’t quite register in Saga’s brain. He could only whisper in awe : “How…can you talk in my mind?!! I thought only Kanon…”
Leon smiled and explained, still talking through his cosmo : “It is because I am speaking through the cosmo. You have already felt it, and I’m sure your brother did too, but you don’t know yet how to use it, and that’s why you are surprised. I can teach you to wield it, if you so wish. But I have to know, do you want me to take the both of you out of here? I am asking you, but I sense that your brother’s answer will be the same as yours anyway, for I can see how close you two are.”
In the meanwhile, unable to hear the saint’s words, Kanon stared in horror. He couldn’t feel his brother, it was completely different from the moments when the strange energy flowed between the twins, making them hear each other’s voices inside their minds.
Yet he could see the man’s golden aura, and knew what was going on.
The man was sharing that bond with Saga, the way it normally happened only between the two of them.
Would that man try to take Saga away from him?
The utter bitterness of such thought was already overwhelming per se, and yet what followed was much worse.
It was absolute terror that took over Kanon when he realized the expression of pure awe that Saga was harboring on his face.
Kanon knew well how weak he was, and how hard it would be for the two of them to prevent people from separating them if someone ever decided to do so. But he also knew that both Saga and him would still do all that they could to prevent something like that from happening, and that they wouldn’t be able to live without each other.
Or at least, so he had always thought.
But if Saga wanted that, then he didn’t know what he could do. A wave of panic rose inside Kanon, making his hands shake and his eyes fill with tears, while he hesitated between staring at his brother in horror or at the man with hatred.
Finally accepting the offer, Saga looked down shyly and blushed before closing his eyes submissively and forming the words in his head so that the gold saint could read them : “If you really save us, then I shall be yours to do as you please.”
Leon smiled reassuringly to the two boys, and stood up. The answer wasn’t worded the way he would expect, but he knew better than trying to explain everything at once to the poor children. It would take time to heal the wounds that this place caused them, both physically and morally.
He turned back to the large man and to the two women who were still standing by the counter, waiting with a vast array of expressions going from annoyance to worry on their faces.
”I did not come here to rent those boys. I came to purchase them. And I am convinced that the contents of this purse will be enough.” - He declared, a cutting edge in his voice, while he dropped a heavy leather pouch on the counter.
Mayhem ensued.
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[To Be Continued]
[Next Chapter : Drop #7 - Breach the line.]
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Sagakure, May 24th, 2005
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