My word is my bond 3/?
Title: My word is my bond
Pairing: Aiba Masaki/ Matsumoto Jun; Ninomiya Kazunari/ Sakurai Sho
Rating: up to NC-17, but PG-13 most of the time
Warning: It’s dystopia mixed with steampunk and futuristic elements combined with elements from the 18th century, I guess... So it’s a little bit darker at some points, but nothing too dark, I promise.
Summary: The world in 2300 has changed. The society is divided in humans and slaves. Slaves are born and sold to fulfil their masters’ needs and desires. There are only a few masters who see their slaves as humans - like the Sakurai brothers. But it’s hard to hide this, when the rest of the world wants to see the slaves as ‘things to use’ and not as humans.
Note: I tried my best with the steampunk genre, but I think it became a mixture between some genres, nevertheless I hope you’ll like my new multi chapter <3 Sakumiya and JunBa will both have a lot of spotlight, and Ohno will be part of the story too ^__^
Nino walked upstairs behind the brothers. He could already hear a woman's voice talking with another. “Yes, ma’am, we will do this immediately.”
“I already told you to be done by now, Rose, so don't fool me. Go back to work, or we have to think about a different punishment,” the woman said.
She turned when Masaki and the others entered the room. “Masaki, Sho, nice that you are already back.” She stopped when she saw Nino standing behind Sho. He felt observed. The woman's glance was dark and unfriendly. Her eyes were piercing and she didn't seem overall happy about a slave in her house. Nino got afraid. “Is that the one?” She came closer and touched Nino's face harshly. “He has strong eyes and a cute face, but I hope he is obedient, Masaki.”
“About that,” Nino heard Masaki saying. He tried to concentrate on a point at the wall to prevent himself from shivering. “It's Sho's slave, I got myself another one.”
The woman crossed her arms. “Two?” She turned to Nino. She sighed. “What's your name?”
“Ninomiya, madam,” Nino said. He knelt down and bowed deeply. His heart beat rose and he was afraid of what would happen to him from now on.
She pulled one eyebrow up. “At least he is well educated. And the second one?”
“I tested him, and he is asleep now,” Masaki said. Nino could see Masaki's cheeks flushing a little.
“Fine. But remember that they need to stay outside if you don't need their service.” The woman walked up to the living room. “Your father and I are on an important meeting tonight. Please remember that it's possible that you get observed. I don't need to say anything further?”
“No, mom,” Sho said. “We'll take care of not getting seen.”
“Do you plan to keep the slaves outside?” She asked. Nino could see her looking around nervously. “We need a good story for you keeping them inside,” she whispered when she seemed to be sure that they were alone. Her eyes turned from dark and threatened into tender and warm, but it only lasted a few seconds, before she got back again. “And tomorrow I want to see the second slave, do you understand me? And throw them out at night, they don't need to stay inside, they are not worth to live inside, after all.” She stood up to walk to two men in the entrance.
Sho and Masaki followed her and Nino tried to stay in the background. Now he wasn't sure anymore if this was a good place, but it wasn't a bad one either - no, he had no idea what to think about this new home. “Dad, Yamamoto-san.” Sho and Masaki bowed.
“Ah, boys. You were out today? I already told Yamamoto-san that you finally got yourself a slave.” The father smiled.
“Is this the one?” Yamamoto-san stepped closer to Nino. He felt totally lost. This guy was tall and his body language and the dark eyes told Nino that he wasn't good, not even a single bit.
“Yes,” Masaki said. He stepped to Nino, but Yamamoto-san pushed him a little bit to the side.
“Your name?” Yamamoto-san asked roughly.
“Ninomiya, master,” Nino said with a bow. He could feel his heartbeat rising. When he looked up he closed his eyes tightly when he saw the hand coming down on him, hitting his cheek.
“Nice, he didn't even react when you manhandle him like he deserves it. You got a good one, boy.” Yamamoto-san patted Masaki's shoulder.
Nino could feel some tears in his eyes rising. He looked at Sho and Masaki, who stared at him rather shocked. “Thank .... you ... master,” he said to Yamamoto-san, like he had learned it - be always obedient to the upper ones.
“It's Sho's slave, Yamamoto-san,” Masaki said, „I have my own, but he's asleep after I tried him, and we should get back down now, because I don't want him to wake up alone in my bedroom, who knows which ideas he has when he's alone.”
Yamamoto-san laughed. “Yes, maybe this crap steals something from you. You better get back to him.”
Nino saw Masaki and Sho exchanging a look with their parents before they started walking. Sho pushed on Nino's arm roughly. “Come, it's time that I have some fun with you.”
Nino felt the fear in him rising. No, please don't, he just thought.
~~~
Masaki felt his hands trembling when they came back to his kitchen. “Sit down there.” He pointed at the couch and looked at Nino till he was sitting there. He got up to the fridge and pulled one package with ice cubes out of it.
He stepped to Nino, but Sho took the cubes from him. “He's my slave after all,” Sho said with a smile and sat next to Nino. He pulled some hair strand away and placed the cubes on Nino's cheek. The slave winced and pressed out a painful sigh.
“I am really sorry.” Masaki bowed.
Nino stared at him. “What for, Ma .... Masaki.”
Masaki sighed. That was the reason why he hated this world so much. There had been so much injustice in this world and sometimes he wondered when this had started. “That's not right, this whole system is just fucking shit.”
He blushed when he saw all of them looking at him and Satoshi finally laughed out loud. “I never hear you talking like this, that's great.”
Masaki wanted to retort something when he heard a moan from his sleeping room. “Have you found something, Satoshi?”
Satoshi nodded at him. “Yes. This fruit is highly poisoned, but not because the fruit itself is poisonous, but because of the ground they grow onto. In some parts of the country the ground is mixed with a kind of silver crystalized stone, which makes everything in and around it poisonous.”
“Is there a chance to heal it,” Nino asked. "Sorry, I didn't want to talk without being asked.” Nino bowed apologetically.
“It's okay,” Masaki said with a smile.
“Yes, there is a chance, and I already saw that Masaki has everything I need in his winter garden.” Satoshi smiled. “I already collected some flowers from there and I just need some special powder, but I have it in my car. I will tell Ryo to come here to get me some.” Satoshi pulled out his walkphone and typed something in it.
“He shall be here in a few moments. I will cook this special tea, you have to give it to Jun every hour till tomorrow morning. He should feel better by tomorrow, but he shall stay in bed for two more days, but the worst should be over tomorrow,” Satoshi explained.
Masaki sighed in relieve. Those were for sure good news. He turned when he heard someone coming down the stairs. The door was closed, but he was sure that wasn't Ryo, so he raised his hands to warn the others. He could see Sho throwing the cubes behind the couch and he pushed Nino down on the ground. “Mom?” Masaki said when the door got opened.
Their mother came into the room and smiled at them. She looked upstairs if someone had followed her and she closed the door behind her. “Listen,” she whispered when she stood in the middle of the kitchen. “Be really careful, okay? You know about our position and that there are a lot of important people walking in and out of our house, and that there are enough people who want to do something bad to us, and a little scandal would be perfect for them.” She turned again.
She walked up to Nino, who got smaller when she stood right in front of him, maybe he feared to get slapped again, but she knelt in front of him, placing her hand on Nino's chin and turned it to the side where he had gotten the harsh slap. “It doesn't look that bad. Do you have ice?” She asked.
Sho grinned at her and climbed behind the couch to get the package. “Clever,” she laughed. “Keep it cooled and everything should be alright in a few hours.” She stood up and walked to the sleeping room. “Oh my, oh my,” she said. “So this is the truth behind the second slave.” She came back to Masaki, who just nodded at her.
“I want to help him, and we already have a antitoxic drink, but Satoshi need to mix it,” Masaki explained.
There was a knock on the door and Masaki opened it. “Master, I bring the things you asked for,” a young man said.
Satoshi came closer. “Thank you Ryo. Come in and sit on the ground where you belong,” Satoshi said. He raised his head and Masaki nodded. There was someone listening from above.
Masaki closed the door and walked back to the kitchen. “There is someone listening,” he whispered.
Masaki's mother smiled at him. She stepped closer and brushed Masaki's cheek, before she smiled at her second son. “I really raised two great boys,” she said proudly. “You give them what they deserve when someone asks me up there. And if someone asks why they sleep inside, we tell them that they have their duties to fulfil inside.” Masaki had his caring and gentle character from his mother, but he still had to learn to be hard and careless when they were with others.
“Thank you mom,” Masaki said with a smile.
She shook her head. “Nothing to thank me, but please be really careful.” She opened the door and turned round for a last time. “So you are aware now what you have to do with the slaves. And if they don't do as you please, show them who the master here is.” She winked at Masaki.
“Yes mom, thanks for your lesson,” Masaki said.
“Of course, I have to tell you how to work with them, you never had an own slave after all.” She waved at them and closed the door behind her.
Masaki waited some moments before he stepped to Ryo, taking the items out of his hands. “Let's start this.”
He placed everything on the cooking island and looked at Satoshi.
Satoshi looked at his slave. “Thank you Ryo, please sit down, and wait till I am done here.”
Ryo nodded. He took place next to Nino and smiled at him.
Sho stood up to join them in the kitchen. “What can I do?”
Masaki looked at Sho with eyes wide open. “You know, maybe it's better if you stay away from kitchen.” Sho was a mess when it came to cooking, maybe because they had always had maids at home, but Masaki would call himself at least not helpless in kitchen.
“You can collect some sugarloaf,” Satoshi suggested.
“But I thought that flower is extinct,” Ryo asked in surprise.
“No, I managed it to make it bloom again. Just in my little winter garden, but at least we could get one ancient flower back in our time, where hardly any nature occurs,” Masaki said sadly, but also a little proud because of his success in making it bloom again. It was a sad picture when he looked outside. Of course in their garden around the house they had various rare flowers, trees and grasses bloom, but just because they had enough money to import it from far away. Masaki didn't look at the nature outside their territory, because it was too sad for him. There were mostly stones, sand and maybe some cactus around. It looked like the pictures of deserts he had seen in his grandfather's house, who had often told him stories about his grandfather.
No matter how happy Masaki had been, or how much he loved his life, he always had this sad feeling that this world was nothing than a big mess. He shook his head and concentrated on Satoshi's instructions.
A/N: So we have another step forward. What do you think about the family? The mother seems rather Masaki-like, but there are rules they have to follow. I promise that next chapter will finally bring a solution for Jun's sickness.
Pairing: Aiba Masaki/ Matsumoto Jun; Ninomiya Kazunari/ Sakurai Sho
Rating: up to NC-17, but PG-13 most of the time
Warning: It’s dystopia mixed with steampunk and futuristic elements combined with elements from the 18th century, I guess... So it’s a little bit darker at some points, but nothing too dark, I promise.
Summary: The world in 2300 has changed. The society is divided in humans and slaves. Slaves are born and sold to fulfil their masters’ needs and desires. There are only a few masters who see their slaves as humans - like the Sakurai brothers. But it’s hard to hide this, when the rest of the world wants to see the slaves as ‘things to use’ and not as humans.
Note: I tried my best with the steampunk genre, but I think it became a mixture between some genres, nevertheless I hope you’ll like my new multi chapter <3 Sakumiya and JunBa will both have a lot of spotlight, and Ohno will be part of the story too ^__^
Nino walked upstairs behind the brothers. He could already hear a woman's voice talking with another. “Yes, ma’am, we will do this immediately.”
“I already told you to be done by now, Rose, so don't fool me. Go back to work, or we have to think about a different punishment,” the woman said.
She turned when Masaki and the others entered the room. “Masaki, Sho, nice that you are already back.” She stopped when she saw Nino standing behind Sho. He felt observed. The woman's glance was dark and unfriendly. Her eyes were piercing and she didn't seem overall happy about a slave in her house. Nino got afraid. “Is that the one?” She came closer and touched Nino's face harshly. “He has strong eyes and a cute face, but I hope he is obedient, Masaki.”
“About that,” Nino heard Masaki saying. He tried to concentrate on a point at the wall to prevent himself from shivering. “It's Sho's slave, I got myself another one.”
The woman crossed her arms. “Two?” She turned to Nino. She sighed. “What's your name?”
“Ninomiya, madam,” Nino said. He knelt down and bowed deeply. His heart beat rose and he was afraid of what would happen to him from now on.
She pulled one eyebrow up. “At least he is well educated. And the second one?”
“I tested him, and he is asleep now,” Masaki said. Nino could see Masaki's cheeks flushing a little.
“Fine. But remember that they need to stay outside if you don't need their service.” The woman walked up to the living room. “Your father and I are on an important meeting tonight. Please remember that it's possible that you get observed. I don't need to say anything further?”
“No, mom,” Sho said. “We'll take care of not getting seen.”
“Do you plan to keep the slaves outside?” She asked. Nino could see her looking around nervously. “We need a good story for you keeping them inside,” she whispered when she seemed to be sure that they were alone. Her eyes turned from dark and threatened into tender and warm, but it only lasted a few seconds, before she got back again. “And tomorrow I want to see the second slave, do you understand me? And throw them out at night, they don't need to stay inside, they are not worth to live inside, after all.” She stood up to walk to two men in the entrance.
Sho and Masaki followed her and Nino tried to stay in the background. Now he wasn't sure anymore if this was a good place, but it wasn't a bad one either - no, he had no idea what to think about this new home. “Dad, Yamamoto-san.” Sho and Masaki bowed.
“Ah, boys. You were out today? I already told Yamamoto-san that you finally got yourself a slave.” The father smiled.
“Is this the one?” Yamamoto-san stepped closer to Nino. He felt totally lost. This guy was tall and his body language and the dark eyes told Nino that he wasn't good, not even a single bit.
“Yes,” Masaki said. He stepped to Nino, but Yamamoto-san pushed him a little bit to the side.
“Your name?” Yamamoto-san asked roughly.
“Ninomiya, master,” Nino said with a bow. He could feel his heartbeat rising. When he looked up he closed his eyes tightly when he saw the hand coming down on him, hitting his cheek.
“Nice, he didn't even react when you manhandle him like he deserves it. You got a good one, boy.” Yamamoto-san patted Masaki's shoulder.
Nino could feel some tears in his eyes rising. He looked at Sho and Masaki, who stared at him rather shocked. “Thank .... you ... master,” he said to Yamamoto-san, like he had learned it - be always obedient to the upper ones.
“It's Sho's slave, Yamamoto-san,” Masaki said, „I have my own, but he's asleep after I tried him, and we should get back down now, because I don't want him to wake up alone in my bedroom, who knows which ideas he has when he's alone.”
Yamamoto-san laughed. “Yes, maybe this crap steals something from you. You better get back to him.”
Nino saw Masaki and Sho exchanging a look with their parents before they started walking. Sho pushed on Nino's arm roughly. “Come, it's time that I have some fun with you.”
Nino felt the fear in him rising. No, please don't, he just thought.
~~~
Masaki felt his hands trembling when they came back to his kitchen. “Sit down there.” He pointed at the couch and looked at Nino till he was sitting there. He got up to the fridge and pulled one package with ice cubes out of it.
He stepped to Nino, but Sho took the cubes from him. “He's my slave after all,” Sho said with a smile and sat next to Nino. He pulled some hair strand away and placed the cubes on Nino's cheek. The slave winced and pressed out a painful sigh.
“I am really sorry.” Masaki bowed.
Nino stared at him. “What for, Ma .... Masaki.”
Masaki sighed. That was the reason why he hated this world so much. There had been so much injustice in this world and sometimes he wondered when this had started. “That's not right, this whole system is just fucking shit.”
He blushed when he saw all of them looking at him and Satoshi finally laughed out loud. “I never hear you talking like this, that's great.”
Masaki wanted to retort something when he heard a moan from his sleeping room. “Have you found something, Satoshi?”
Satoshi nodded at him. “Yes. This fruit is highly poisoned, but not because the fruit itself is poisonous, but because of the ground they grow onto. In some parts of the country the ground is mixed with a kind of silver crystalized stone, which makes everything in and around it poisonous.”
“Is there a chance to heal it,” Nino asked. "Sorry, I didn't want to talk without being asked.” Nino bowed apologetically.
“It's okay,” Masaki said with a smile.
“Yes, there is a chance, and I already saw that Masaki has everything I need in his winter garden.” Satoshi smiled. “I already collected some flowers from there and I just need some special powder, but I have it in my car. I will tell Ryo to come here to get me some.” Satoshi pulled out his walkphone and typed something in it.
“He shall be here in a few moments. I will cook this special tea, you have to give it to Jun every hour till tomorrow morning. He should feel better by tomorrow, but he shall stay in bed for two more days, but the worst should be over tomorrow,” Satoshi explained.
Masaki sighed in relieve. Those were for sure good news. He turned when he heard someone coming down the stairs. The door was closed, but he was sure that wasn't Ryo, so he raised his hands to warn the others. He could see Sho throwing the cubes behind the couch and he pushed Nino down on the ground. “Mom?” Masaki said when the door got opened.
Their mother came into the room and smiled at them. She looked upstairs if someone had followed her and she closed the door behind her. “Listen,” she whispered when she stood in the middle of the kitchen. “Be really careful, okay? You know about our position and that there are a lot of important people walking in and out of our house, and that there are enough people who want to do something bad to us, and a little scandal would be perfect for them.” She turned again.
She walked up to Nino, who got smaller when she stood right in front of him, maybe he feared to get slapped again, but she knelt in front of him, placing her hand on Nino's chin and turned it to the side where he had gotten the harsh slap. “It doesn't look that bad. Do you have ice?” She asked.
Sho grinned at her and climbed behind the couch to get the package. “Clever,” she laughed. “Keep it cooled and everything should be alright in a few hours.” She stood up and walked to the sleeping room. “Oh my, oh my,” she said. “So this is the truth behind the second slave.” She came back to Masaki, who just nodded at her.
“I want to help him, and we already have a antitoxic drink, but Satoshi need to mix it,” Masaki explained.
There was a knock on the door and Masaki opened it. “Master, I bring the things you asked for,” a young man said.
Satoshi came closer. “Thank you Ryo. Come in and sit on the ground where you belong,” Satoshi said. He raised his head and Masaki nodded. There was someone listening from above.
Masaki closed the door and walked back to the kitchen. “There is someone listening,” he whispered.
Masaki's mother smiled at him. She stepped closer and brushed Masaki's cheek, before she smiled at her second son. “I really raised two great boys,” she said proudly. “You give them what they deserve when someone asks me up there. And if someone asks why they sleep inside, we tell them that they have their duties to fulfil inside.” Masaki had his caring and gentle character from his mother, but he still had to learn to be hard and careless when they were with others.
“Thank you mom,” Masaki said with a smile.
She shook her head. “Nothing to thank me, but please be really careful.” She opened the door and turned round for a last time. “So you are aware now what you have to do with the slaves. And if they don't do as you please, show them who the master here is.” She winked at Masaki.
“Yes mom, thanks for your lesson,” Masaki said.
“Of course, I have to tell you how to work with them, you never had an own slave after all.” She waved at them and closed the door behind her.
Masaki waited some moments before he stepped to Ryo, taking the items out of his hands. “Let's start this.”
He placed everything on the cooking island and looked at Satoshi.
Satoshi looked at his slave. “Thank you Ryo, please sit down, and wait till I am done here.”
Ryo nodded. He took place next to Nino and smiled at him.
Sho stood up to join them in the kitchen. “What can I do?”
Masaki looked at Sho with eyes wide open. “You know, maybe it's better if you stay away from kitchen.” Sho was a mess when it came to cooking, maybe because they had always had maids at home, but Masaki would call himself at least not helpless in kitchen.
“You can collect some sugarloaf,” Satoshi suggested.
“But I thought that flower is extinct,” Ryo asked in surprise.
“No, I managed it to make it bloom again. Just in my little winter garden, but at least we could get one ancient flower back in our time, where hardly any nature occurs,” Masaki said sadly, but also a little proud because of his success in making it bloom again. It was a sad picture when he looked outside. Of course in their garden around the house they had various rare flowers, trees and grasses bloom, but just because they had enough money to import it from far away. Masaki didn't look at the nature outside their territory, because it was too sad for him. There were mostly stones, sand and maybe some cactus around. It looked like the pictures of deserts he had seen in his grandfather's house, who had often told him stories about his grandfather.
No matter how happy Masaki had been, or how much he loved his life, he always had this sad feeling that this world was nothing than a big mess. He shook his head and concentrated on Satoshi's instructions.
A/N: So we have another step forward. What do you think about the family? The mother seems rather Masaki-like, but there are rules they have to follow. I promise that next chapter will finally bring a solution for Jun's sickness.