[Fic] Kokoro no bodyguard - Chapter 7
Title: Kokoro no Bodyguard
Author: theblackheat
Pairing(s): Akanishi/Kamenashi
Rating: later NC-17
Genre: Historical, Fantasy, Romantic, Drama, AU
Beta by: Ka-chan, and big thanks for giving me this beautiful idea that can't let me sleep :P XD
Disclaimer: I don't own the guys only the plot.
Summary: “Kamenashi Kazuya, You will abandon everything from now on, your ancestors, your possession, your rights and your life to serve your new daimyou(1) Akanishi Jin, from Akanishi clan until your last heartbeat?” Kame raised his gaze up from the floor in all submission to the tall and majestic young man in front of him in the deep purple sokutai(2) made of the finest silk. His dark long hair was held up and hid under a black kanmuri(3) like the aristocrats wear it and making his cheekbones more visible. It caused the young man hold his breath for a short time when those deep brown eyes fall on him and pinned him to the ground. The samurai gulped hardly and breathed out the words before he bent down and kissed his lord’s sword.
“On my oath”
Warning: Despit this is a historical fanfic, most of the names/places are only figment of my imagination! Character's death! (but I don't tell whose ;P)
Author Note: (1) lord (2) is complex attire only worn by courtiers, aristocrats and the emperor at the court in Japan. Part of a sokutai are the shaku, a flat ritual baton or sceptre (3) and a hat called kanmuri
Prologue // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6
Long time passed, ne. ｜−・;） Did you miss it? ;)
Finally here is a new part!
Update:
- Chapter 7 -
“We are so happy to have you here by us my lord.” the owner of the geisha house greeted Akanishi in a gentle tone and with a deep bow. The woman was in the end of her forties, which was hard to believe. She looked like thirty and something, or in the end of her thirties at the most. Her beautiful face had no wrinkles and her figure was still in the best shape. As she rose her curling eyelashes at Akanishi the young man felt he could blush in any minute. “We miss the daimyou’s company so much. He used to visit us whenever he had time while staying in the castle. How is our lord nowadays?”
“He is busy as always, but in a good shape.” Jin answered with a bright smile. He knew that his father was a valued customer of the house ever since he can remember back. Or at least since the first son of the landlord was paying attention to beautiful women.
The first time Jin came here with his father and some visitors of the daimyou was around his fifteenth birthday. Their conversation about politics made the young boy bored quickly and he didn’t know what to do, while sitting in an uncomfortable position and sipping alcohol, which had no taste at all. Somehow he managed to slip out of the room with an excuse and took a walk around. As he passed by some rooms he ended up somewhere in the private area. First he thought he should turn back before he got totally lost, but some noise stopped him from doing so.
The young Akanishi looked around but couldn’t see anyone around. He pricked up his ears and sneaked further on the passage until the strange noise became louder and he could recognize high whimpers and deep groans. Something fell down to the floor and made a clinking noise which was followed by a faint scream, probably made by a woman. Jin got alert and stepped inside the next room closer to those noises. He put his hand onto his katana and tightened his hold around the weapon, while his heart was beating crazily in his chest.
The whimpers didn’t die down and he was able to tell that those were coming from the next room. The slide door was open only for the wide of a span. Jin’s eyes caught two forms moving on the floor. He thought it was some kind of wrestling as the smaller form seemed to get rid of the other who was covering from behind. The young boy didn’t wait longer and tore the door open with his katana in his grip ready to fight with a gatecrasher.
With pounding heart and sharp sword pulled out into the air Jin stood in the doorway rooted on the spot. There was no gatecrasher, neither fighting behind the paper door. Only an almost naked woman was kneeling on the floor, her face on a silky pillow into the other direction and covered with an also naked man from behind, who took a strong hold on the woman’s hip while pounding into the soft body. The woman whimpered at the rhythm and tried to meet the movements of the man, who moaned as he sank deeper into the woman. They were too busy to notice the boy in the doorway and probably too close to the edge to stop. Akanishi's face turned red and stumbled backward before running out of the room in a mortal hurry.
That was when he met a woman, that kind of woman, at the first time. He didn’t dare to tell his father what had happened, but he didn't have to. It must have been painted onto his face as his father asked him where he had been so long and the daimyou got only some babbling about ‘got lost’. A few weeks later Jin was back to the geisha house with his father and … well, became a man.
“Can I lead you to our best room? We have some cozy private room further from the nosy crowd.” the woman turned Jin’s thought back at him and smiled at the young lord with a look full of meaning.
“Yes, please. I am in a need of some fine sake and pleasant company.” A charming smile hovered on Akanishi’s lips that pleased the woman, who turned around and lead him through the gangway.
Jin followed the owner slowly while his eyes scanned his surroundings. The place looked exactly as he remembered. Nothing changed. Maybe the geishas were also the same. He wondered if his first woman was still working there. What it would be like to meet her? Does she remember at him, the scared young boy who was so shy back then? Probably not. It was ages ago.
They passed by some rooms which were filled with noisy guests. Some of them were drinking and singing and time to time loud laughter filtered through the paper walls. He must have chosen a busy day Jin thought and paced after the beautiful woman. His room was further from the noises in the backside. They turned right from the busy gangway and the woman opened a slide door, which lead them into the room. It had a beautiful view at a small inner garden.
There was a tiny pond with a small brook surrounded with bushes, stones and a tree that ruled the area. It gave a calming atmosphere whenever Jin looked at it. Maybe that was the place his father liked to stay in sometimes. It was understandable. It had the same effect on the young heir.
The owner of the house signed Jin to sit down and make himself comfortable, before she took the place on the opposite side, in front of Akanishi.
“When I last saw my lord, it was ages ago I think.”
“Yes, it was.”
“My lord was still a young boy back then.”
Jin nodded and wanted to change the subject before it would have led him into an awkward conversation. His rescuer was a geisha who stepped inside the room carefully with a bottle of sake on her tray. The woman was young and eye-catching. Jin didn’t recognize it, but he was staring at the girl, while that served him a cup of fresh alcohol. That was the point when the owner of the geisha house excused herself and left the room with a smirk on her lips. It seemed she was still good in reading the Akanishi’s mind and guessing their taste. Jin was the son of the daimyou, so it was not that hard after all. Like father, like son.
***
Inside one of the noisy rooms Kazuya had hard time to do his task. He served the drink to the men while trying to catch up with their conversation. It seemed he was acting good and nobody felt suspicious about his identity. There were five men and three geishas besides him. He has never seen those people, but it seemed they had some connections to the daimyou’s household. They knew about a lot of information which only an insider could give them. It seemed someone in the household kept an eye on the heir since he got back. It was a little bit shocking and he had to agree with Takeda, they were ready up for something.
“I don’t want to spend more time waiting and doing nothing.” one of the men complained grumpily.
“Then grab a girl and enjoy your time Takamoto-san.” the other man who was hugging a giggling geisha answered playfully. He was more into the woman company then flowing into the conversation they had. With his attitude, talking to the somber man without turning to face him, he put only more oil onto the fire and pissed Takamoto off even more.
“Don’t call me…”
“The time is flying in the arms of a beautiful woman, isn’t it.” the geisha giggled more as the man whose hands were around her waist and said the sweet words into her ear loud enough to the other man to hear them.
“Yeah, yours will definitely fly away without you notice Uchimori-san.” Takamoto poked back and decided staying still and taking no notice of the horny man in front of him.
“We are here to share the information, not for throwing nettled comments at each other.” the man, who seemed to be the oldest among the five, cut into the argument before that could get bigger. Maybe he was the head in the group Kazuya thought and observed him from the other corner while fumbling with the bottles. “It seems our bird won’t come back when we have suspected. He will stay some more. That’s bad because we have to wait. But we must wait. The only chance we will have to attack him is when he has the less people around him.”
“Yes, we have to plan it carefully.” the grumpy man agreed.
“If we can’t succeed, that means our end as well. I don’t want to fail. Our client wants us to achieve result. We mustn’t miss the opportunity and catch the bird as soon as possible.”
“I agree with Akiyoshi-san.” The calmest spoke suddenly. That man looked dangerous for Kazuya and had a weird aura around him. He didn’t talk much and didn’t care about woman company. He was just sitting there in silence and eyeing the others with an unreadable expression on his face. That look sent shiver along the young samurai’s spine whenever he had to get closer to its owner to fill his empty cup.
The fifth man was the youngest as much as Kazuya could tell. He behaved really decent towards the others, but in the same time he enjoyed the gifts of the night, free drinks and women. Kazuya was sure they were talking about the daimyou, though they didn’t mention the name at all. What added to his serious alarm was that it seemed they had more connections to the castle and that someone was pulling the strings. That was something that the two of them couldn’t handle alone. Two guards were not enough and even if they could arrest these men, he was sure that the person who was kept in the dark could vanish. In the worst case that man would find another helper and would plan another attack if he is that determined.
The young samurai was sure as soon as he can get out of that room he has to alarm the guards. Maybe he should alarm Takeda quickly and keep the men there, while his guard mate can take a group of samurais there and they could arrest these people. He wanted to stop them and catch their connections in the same time. Could it be possible? Kazuya didn’t want anything better than save the daimyou’s family. Not only his sense of duty made him feel like that, but a weak voice deep inside him. He didn’t want anything to happen to that family, with the daimyou and of course with the son of the daimyou as well.
“At least Tsunetoshi-san is sincere about this mission, am I right?” the older man nodded into the direction where his silent friend was sitting forcing out a quick nod from the addressed man.
“But I would say, next time we should meet at ‘another’… place.” Tsunetoshi said on a deep and meaningful voice, while rolling his eyes signing that they have too many ears around them. He made it clear that he didn’t trust anyone. When Kazuya emptied a faint sigh silently acknowledging that he won’t get more information this night, those pinning eyes were back on him making him goosebumps. “Seems my cup is empty again and no one is here to fill it.”
Kazuya gulped the lump in his throat down and kneeled to the man with a few bows and a weak ‘deeply sorry my lord’ apologizing. He had to concentrate to control his own movements, while his hands were almost shaking. Being that close to the weird man had a bad effect on him and made him hard to act like a geisha. He rather would have pulled his katana and dip into the man, but he had more self-control than that. He was convincing himself that he can keep up longer and won’t freak out from a pair of piercing eyes. Those deep dark and cold orbs, which the young man felt could see under his disguise, getting to his bone.
“You are new here, aren’t you?” Tsunetoshi asked while Kazuya poured the sake into the cup.
“She is… my lord.” Keiko broke into the conversation nervously turning the attention away from Kazuya. “I’m so sorry. She is still absent-minded and forgets everything. Don’t be angry at her my lord.” the girl tried again, but the man turned back to Kazuya and snaked an arm around his waist whispering into the young guard’s ear.
“… and what is that she doesn’t forget?”
Kazuya’s heart was beating in his throat, but he could stay still despite the circumstances. He drifted into a dangerous situation in a matter of seconds. The only thing what could rescue him that he could keep up his calmness and act like nothing happened. But by now he was sure the time came when he should just slip off quickly.
Keiko approached them meanwhile and wanted to gain the man’s attention to get Kazuya out of the unwanted hug.
“It seems there are women who want to get into your graces, Tsunetoshi-san. Poor Takamoto-san there is no woman left for you. That’s why you are so grumpy all the time. ” Uchimori was laughing making the other laugh with him except his target of jokes and the other with the cold look. Anyway it helped the young samurai to pull out of the hug and carefully filled all the cups until the bottle was empty. That made a good excuse to leave the room without being suspicious. He took the other bottles on the plate and bowed to the men before he left the room.
As soon as he was out to the gangway he tried to hurry back to Takeda, but his instincts said he should check if there was no one sneaking after him. Kazuya walked with tiny steps balancing the plate with the bottles until he reached the corner where the passage forked he turned right instead of walking further on the gangway. He put the plate down and stood back against the wall. It was dark outside but the lampions made the place brighter with their colorful lights. A young geisha disappeared on the other corner when he peeked out checking the place. He could see no one around. Maybe he had just overreacted. Just to be safe he decided he will wait for a few more minutes hiding and checking if there was really no one who dare to follow him. That would be the worst if someone would find him and Takeda in the room and attack them. Those men had advantage of number anyway.
When he was ready to leave and took the plate after he checked his outfit two strong arms grabbed him from behind out of nowhere and pulled him into a room. He had no time to react because of the shock and because he was pressed against the wall with a man’s body and his mouth was covered with two hungry lips. His mind was busy digesting what the hell was happening to him in the moment.
***
The girl was beautiful Jin had to admit. He wouldn’t have had better choice if he had made himself. Long, dark locks tide up like an artwork. The deep dark eyes and porcelain skin with cherry lips. The geisha was a little shy but not that much that it would be disturbing. They had a pleasant conversation while the girl kept refilling his cup. The look which they shared time to time and the woman’s movements made a cozy atmosphere and also lighted the fire in Akanishi. He was sure the chemistry worked pretty well between them.
Actually he didn’t want anything more. The girl was perfect and he was turned on. When the geisha kneeled next to him filling his cup again he could smell the aroma of her perfume. The heir closed his eyes and inhaled the scent while getting closer to the girl until his breath started to tickle the white neck.
“You have a nice perfume.”
The geisha's cheeks turned into a rose color blush but she stayed still on her spot giving the sign for Jin to continue. The son of the daimyou brushed his lips to the soft skin along that pulse which led him to the tiny ear.
“I’m wondering if it has as good taste as it smells.”
As the heir bit into the inviting earlobe the woman let out a faint moan and her hands got shaky while serving the sake. The lips sent shiver down on her spine and she didn’t notice that she closed her eyes for a moment. Akanishi’s hands sneaked around her form and pulled her closer when suddenly a clicking noise broke the atmosphere which came from the heir’s cup that turned over and his drink was spilled to the tatami.
“Oh, sorry… oh, my… my lord so sorry.” she babbled incoherently. The liquid didn’t reach their clothes but the woman was frightened. It shouldn’t have happened if she has been more careful.
“It’s alright.” Jin chuckled but the girl fled out of his embrace.
“No, I ruined your clothes. I will clean it.” the woman explained and was busy with inking the wet spot. “I’m going to take another glass for you immediately. Please wait a little.” with that she hurried away and closed the door behind her.
Akanishi was left alone in the room suddenly and he sighed at his misfortune. Finally he was close to kiss the girl who just ran away before it could happen. Did he make the geisha scared? Or misunderstood her signs? He was a little bit confused. No he did not. The girl almost leaned back into his embrace. He was sure. If that little cup wouldn’t have turned over spilling the sake everywhere the young geisha wouldn’t have been that scared. He was sure that the girl will be back soon and will do everything just to please the son of the daimyou. Yes, he should just wait a little longer.
A smirk grew onto his face as his thoughts were back on the beautiful woman. He could surprise her and as soon as the geisha is back he will steal his kiss. That would be some kind of appeasement the heir thought and laid onto his back amused.
A slim shadow moved in front of Jin’s paper door what caught his attention. It was a geisha that was sure and maybe it was his. The heir’s smile grew wider and he approached the sliding door silently. The form stood there fixing her kimono, then crouched down and took a plate into her hand. Jin got sure that must be his geisha who was maybe busy to appear perfectly to amaze him. He put his hands onto the sliding door and pushed them open silently.
The view was mesmerizing. The alluring neck with the creamy skin was just in front of Akanishi as he stood there. The purple kimono with yellowish patterns… yes it was his girl. He didn’t wait longer and put his arms around the slim figure in front of him that was busy with balancing the bottles. Jin kissed the inviting neck and pulled the geisha into the room.
“I’ve been waiting for you…”
The porcelain bottles landed on the floor with a thud and the wooden plate followed them. Somehow everything slipped out of Kazuya’s hand and he went with the flow. The words reached his mind but he only recognized who was talking to him when Akanishi’s lips attacked him. Suddenly he stiffened and got numb unable to respond. His nasty dreams awoke inside his head adding more to his shocked state.
Those plump lips were so hot and sweet and right now they were mumbling on his hungrily. It was real; everything was so real right now. Jin’s wide body, which surrounded him with dominance and softly in the same time. It was totally different than wrestling in the dojo. Kazuya’s heart was ready to jump out of the cage of his ribs and he started to run out of air as well. The young samurai’s hands slipped to the broad chest and wanted to push the heir further. He felt that he is ready to get drowned in any minute if he won’t fight against the unwanted hug.
When Akanishi's mouth had mercy on his and parted for a fleeting second he wanted to resist, he wanted to yell, he wanted to do something to stop the heir but he had only enough time for a breath and a faint moan that was suppressed with another attack by the son of the daimyou. Jin’s tongue slipped into the young samurai’s mouth and made him moan in surprise. Kazuya was only able to take a tight hold on the heir’s shoulder. Somehow it was the only certain point right now and he needed a strong hold on it.
“Oh, seems you really forget everything new girl, for example that you wanted to take more sake for us.” a familiar cold voice sounded behind Jin and made them step further apart breaking the kiss.
Kazuya’s eyes grew wider as he faced the man. That weird man with the piercing look followed him. It made his blood freeze in his veins. Now he got himself into worse situation than before and in top of that with the son of the daimyou. What should he do now?
Chapter 8 >>>
YES, I'm a terrible cliffhanger don't hate me!!! (シ_ _)シ
Author: theblackheat
Pairing(s): Akanishi/Kamenashi
Rating: later NC-17
Genre: Historical, Fantasy, Romantic, Drama, AU
Beta by: Ka-chan, and big thanks for giving me this beautiful idea that can't let me sleep :P XD
Disclaimer: I don't own the guys only the plot.
Summary: “Kamenashi Kazuya, You will abandon everything from now on, your ancestors, your possession, your rights and your life to serve your new daimyou(1) Akanishi Jin, from Akanishi clan until your last heartbeat?” Kame raised his gaze up from the floor in all submission to the tall and majestic young man in front of him in the deep purple sokutai(2) made of the finest silk. His dark long hair was held up and hid under a black kanmuri(3) like the aristocrats wear it and making his cheekbones more visible. It caused the young man hold his breath for a short time when those deep brown eyes fall on him and pinned him to the ground. The samurai gulped hardly and breathed out the words before he bent down and kissed his lord’s sword.
“On my oath”
Warning: Despit this is a historical fanfic, most of the names/places are only figment of my imagination! Character's death! (but I don't tell whose ;P)
Author Note: (1) lord (2) is complex attire only worn by courtiers, aristocrats and the emperor at the court in Japan. Part of a sokutai are the shaku, a flat ritual baton or sceptre (3) and a hat called kanmuri
Prologue // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6
Long time passed, ne. ｜−・;） Did you miss it? ;)
Finally here is a new part!
Update:
- Chapter 7 -
“We are so happy to have you here by us my lord.” the owner of the geisha house greeted Akanishi in a gentle tone and with a deep bow. The woman was in the end of her forties, which was hard to believe. She looked like thirty and something, or in the end of her thirties at the most. Her beautiful face had no wrinkles and her figure was still in the best shape. As she rose her curling eyelashes at Akanishi the young man felt he could blush in any minute. “We miss the daimyou’s company so much. He used to visit us whenever he had time while staying in the castle. How is our lord nowadays?”
“He is busy as always, but in a good shape.” Jin answered with a bright smile. He knew that his father was a valued customer of the house ever since he can remember back. Or at least since the first son of the landlord was paying attention to beautiful women.
The first time Jin came here with his father and some visitors of the daimyou was around his fifteenth birthday. Their conversation about politics made the young boy bored quickly and he didn’t know what to do, while sitting in an uncomfortable position and sipping alcohol, which had no taste at all. Somehow he managed to slip out of the room with an excuse and took a walk around. As he passed by some rooms he ended up somewhere in the private area. First he thought he should turn back before he got totally lost, but some noise stopped him from doing so.
The young Akanishi looked around but couldn’t see anyone around. He pricked up his ears and sneaked further on the passage until the strange noise became louder and he could recognize high whimpers and deep groans. Something fell down to the floor and made a clinking noise which was followed by a faint scream, probably made by a woman. Jin got alert and stepped inside the next room closer to those noises. He put his hand onto his katana and tightened his hold around the weapon, while his heart was beating crazily in his chest.
The whimpers didn’t die down and he was able to tell that those were coming from the next room. The slide door was open only for the wide of a span. Jin’s eyes caught two forms moving on the floor. He thought it was some kind of wrestling as the smaller form seemed to get rid of the other who was covering from behind. The young boy didn’t wait longer and tore the door open with his katana in his grip ready to fight with a gatecrasher.
With pounding heart and sharp sword pulled out into the air Jin stood in the doorway rooted on the spot. There was no gatecrasher, neither fighting behind the paper door. Only an almost naked woman was kneeling on the floor, her face on a silky pillow into the other direction and covered with an also naked man from behind, who took a strong hold on the woman’s hip while pounding into the soft body. The woman whimpered at the rhythm and tried to meet the movements of the man, who moaned as he sank deeper into the woman. They were too busy to notice the boy in the doorway and probably too close to the edge to stop. Akanishi's face turned red and stumbled backward before running out of the room in a mortal hurry.
That was when he met a woman, that kind of woman, at the first time. He didn’t dare to tell his father what had happened, but he didn't have to. It must have been painted onto his face as his father asked him where he had been so long and the daimyou got only some babbling about ‘got lost’. A few weeks later Jin was back to the geisha house with his father and … well, became a man.
“Can I lead you to our best room? We have some cozy private room further from the nosy crowd.” the woman turned Jin’s thought back at him and smiled at the young lord with a look full of meaning.
“Yes, please. I am in a need of some fine sake and pleasant company.” A charming smile hovered on Akanishi’s lips that pleased the woman, who turned around and lead him through the gangway.
Jin followed the owner slowly while his eyes scanned his surroundings. The place looked exactly as he remembered. Nothing changed. Maybe the geishas were also the same. He wondered if his first woman was still working there. What it would be like to meet her? Does she remember at him, the scared young boy who was so shy back then? Probably not. It was ages ago.
They passed by some rooms which were filled with noisy guests. Some of them were drinking and singing and time to time loud laughter filtered through the paper walls. He must have chosen a busy day Jin thought and paced after the beautiful woman. His room was further from the noises in the backside. They turned right from the busy gangway and the woman opened a slide door, which lead them into the room. It had a beautiful view at a small inner garden.
There was a tiny pond with a small brook surrounded with bushes, stones and a tree that ruled the area. It gave a calming atmosphere whenever Jin looked at it. Maybe that was the place his father liked to stay in sometimes. It was understandable. It had the same effect on the young heir.
The owner of the house signed Jin to sit down and make himself comfortable, before she took the place on the opposite side, in front of Akanishi.
“When I last saw my lord, it was ages ago I think.”
“Yes, it was.”
“My lord was still a young boy back then.”
Jin nodded and wanted to change the subject before it would have led him into an awkward conversation. His rescuer was a geisha who stepped inside the room carefully with a bottle of sake on her tray. The woman was young and eye-catching. Jin didn’t recognize it, but he was staring at the girl, while that served him a cup of fresh alcohol. That was the point when the owner of the geisha house excused herself and left the room with a smirk on her lips. It seemed she was still good in reading the Akanishi’s mind and guessing their taste. Jin was the son of the daimyou, so it was not that hard after all. Like father, like son.
***
Inside one of the noisy rooms Kazuya had hard time to do his task. He served the drink to the men while trying to catch up with their conversation. It seemed he was acting good and nobody felt suspicious about his identity. There were five men and three geishas besides him. He has never seen those people, but it seemed they had some connections to the daimyou’s household. They knew about a lot of information which only an insider could give them. It seemed someone in the household kept an eye on the heir since he got back. It was a little bit shocking and he had to agree with Takeda, they were ready up for something.
“I don’t want to spend more time waiting and doing nothing.” one of the men complained grumpily.
“Then grab a girl and enjoy your time Takamoto-san.” the other man who was hugging a giggling geisha answered playfully. He was more into the woman company then flowing into the conversation they had. With his attitude, talking to the somber man without turning to face him, he put only more oil onto the fire and pissed Takamoto off even more.
“Don’t call me…”
“The time is flying in the arms of a beautiful woman, isn’t it.” the geisha giggled more as the man whose hands were around her waist and said the sweet words into her ear loud enough to the other man to hear them.
“Yeah, yours will definitely fly away without you notice Uchimori-san.” Takamoto poked back and decided staying still and taking no notice of the horny man in front of him.
“We are here to share the information, not for throwing nettled comments at each other.” the man, who seemed to be the oldest among the five, cut into the argument before that could get bigger. Maybe he was the head in the group Kazuya thought and observed him from the other corner while fumbling with the bottles. “It seems our bird won’t come back when we have suspected. He will stay some more. That’s bad because we have to wait. But we must wait. The only chance we will have to attack him is when he has the less people around him.”
“Yes, we have to plan it carefully.” the grumpy man agreed.
“If we can’t succeed, that means our end as well. I don’t want to fail. Our client wants us to achieve result. We mustn’t miss the opportunity and catch the bird as soon as possible.”
“I agree with Akiyoshi-san.” The calmest spoke suddenly. That man looked dangerous for Kazuya and had a weird aura around him. He didn’t talk much and didn’t care about woman company. He was just sitting there in silence and eyeing the others with an unreadable expression on his face. That look sent shiver along the young samurai’s spine whenever he had to get closer to its owner to fill his empty cup.
The fifth man was the youngest as much as Kazuya could tell. He behaved really decent towards the others, but in the same time he enjoyed the gifts of the night, free drinks and women. Kazuya was sure they were talking about the daimyou, though they didn’t mention the name at all. What added to his serious alarm was that it seemed they had more connections to the castle and that someone was pulling the strings. That was something that the two of them couldn’t handle alone. Two guards were not enough and even if they could arrest these men, he was sure that the person who was kept in the dark could vanish. In the worst case that man would find another helper and would plan another attack if he is that determined.
The young samurai was sure as soon as he can get out of that room he has to alarm the guards. Maybe he should alarm Takeda quickly and keep the men there, while his guard mate can take a group of samurais there and they could arrest these people. He wanted to stop them and catch their connections in the same time. Could it be possible? Kazuya didn’t want anything better than save the daimyou’s family. Not only his sense of duty made him feel like that, but a weak voice deep inside him. He didn’t want anything to happen to that family, with the daimyou and of course with the son of the daimyou as well.
“At least Tsunetoshi-san is sincere about this mission, am I right?” the older man nodded into the direction where his silent friend was sitting forcing out a quick nod from the addressed man.
“But I would say, next time we should meet at ‘another’… place.” Tsunetoshi said on a deep and meaningful voice, while rolling his eyes signing that they have too many ears around them. He made it clear that he didn’t trust anyone. When Kazuya emptied a faint sigh silently acknowledging that he won’t get more information this night, those pinning eyes were back on him making him goosebumps. “Seems my cup is empty again and no one is here to fill it.”
Kazuya gulped the lump in his throat down and kneeled to the man with a few bows and a weak ‘deeply sorry my lord’ apologizing. He had to concentrate to control his own movements, while his hands were almost shaking. Being that close to the weird man had a bad effect on him and made him hard to act like a geisha. He rather would have pulled his katana and dip into the man, but he had more self-control than that. He was convincing himself that he can keep up longer and won’t freak out from a pair of piercing eyes. Those deep dark and cold orbs, which the young man felt could see under his disguise, getting to his bone.
“You are new here, aren’t you?” Tsunetoshi asked while Kazuya poured the sake into the cup.
“She is… my lord.” Keiko broke into the conversation nervously turning the attention away from Kazuya. “I’m so sorry. She is still absent-minded and forgets everything. Don’t be angry at her my lord.” the girl tried again, but the man turned back to Kazuya and snaked an arm around his waist whispering into the young guard’s ear.
“… and what is that she doesn’t forget?”
Kazuya’s heart was beating in his throat, but he could stay still despite the circumstances. He drifted into a dangerous situation in a matter of seconds. The only thing what could rescue him that he could keep up his calmness and act like nothing happened. But by now he was sure the time came when he should just slip off quickly.
Keiko approached them meanwhile and wanted to gain the man’s attention to get Kazuya out of the unwanted hug.
“It seems there are women who want to get into your graces, Tsunetoshi-san. Poor Takamoto-san there is no woman left for you. That’s why you are so grumpy all the time. ” Uchimori was laughing making the other laugh with him except his target of jokes and the other with the cold look. Anyway it helped the young samurai to pull out of the hug and carefully filled all the cups until the bottle was empty. That made a good excuse to leave the room without being suspicious. He took the other bottles on the plate and bowed to the men before he left the room.
As soon as he was out to the gangway he tried to hurry back to Takeda, but his instincts said he should check if there was no one sneaking after him. Kazuya walked with tiny steps balancing the plate with the bottles until he reached the corner where the passage forked he turned right instead of walking further on the gangway. He put the plate down and stood back against the wall. It was dark outside but the lampions made the place brighter with their colorful lights. A young geisha disappeared on the other corner when he peeked out checking the place. He could see no one around. Maybe he had just overreacted. Just to be safe he decided he will wait for a few more minutes hiding and checking if there was really no one who dare to follow him. That would be the worst if someone would find him and Takeda in the room and attack them. Those men had advantage of number anyway.
When he was ready to leave and took the plate after he checked his outfit two strong arms grabbed him from behind out of nowhere and pulled him into a room. He had no time to react because of the shock and because he was pressed against the wall with a man’s body and his mouth was covered with two hungry lips. His mind was busy digesting what the hell was happening to him in the moment.
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The girl was beautiful Jin had to admit. He wouldn’t have had better choice if he had made himself. Long, dark locks tide up like an artwork. The deep dark eyes and porcelain skin with cherry lips. The geisha was a little shy but not that much that it would be disturbing. They had a pleasant conversation while the girl kept refilling his cup. The look which they shared time to time and the woman’s movements made a cozy atmosphere and also lighted the fire in Akanishi. He was sure the chemistry worked pretty well between them.
Actually he didn’t want anything more. The girl was perfect and he was turned on. When the geisha kneeled next to him filling his cup again he could smell the aroma of her perfume. The heir closed his eyes and inhaled the scent while getting closer to the girl until his breath started to tickle the white neck.
“You have a nice perfume.”
The geisha's cheeks turned into a rose color blush but she stayed still on her spot giving the sign for Jin to continue. The son of the daimyou brushed his lips to the soft skin along that pulse which led him to the tiny ear.
“I’m wondering if it has as good taste as it smells.”
As the heir bit into the inviting earlobe the woman let out a faint moan and her hands got shaky while serving the sake. The lips sent shiver down on her spine and she didn’t notice that she closed her eyes for a moment. Akanishi’s hands sneaked around her form and pulled her closer when suddenly a clicking noise broke the atmosphere which came from the heir’s cup that turned over and his drink was spilled to the tatami.
“Oh, sorry… oh, my… my lord so sorry.” she babbled incoherently. The liquid didn’t reach their clothes but the woman was frightened. It shouldn’t have happened if she has been more careful.
“It’s alright.” Jin chuckled but the girl fled out of his embrace.
“No, I ruined your clothes. I will clean it.” the woman explained and was busy with inking the wet spot. “I’m going to take another glass for you immediately. Please wait a little.” with that she hurried away and closed the door behind her.
Akanishi was left alone in the room suddenly and he sighed at his misfortune. Finally he was close to kiss the girl who just ran away before it could happen. Did he make the geisha scared? Or misunderstood her signs? He was a little bit confused. No he did not. The girl almost leaned back into his embrace. He was sure. If that little cup wouldn’t have turned over spilling the sake everywhere the young geisha wouldn’t have been that scared. He was sure that the girl will be back soon and will do everything just to please the son of the daimyou. Yes, he should just wait a little longer.
A smirk grew onto his face as his thoughts were back on the beautiful woman. He could surprise her and as soon as the geisha is back he will steal his kiss. That would be some kind of appeasement the heir thought and laid onto his back amused.
A slim shadow moved in front of Jin’s paper door what caught his attention. It was a geisha that was sure and maybe it was his. The heir’s smile grew wider and he approached the sliding door silently. The form stood there fixing her kimono, then crouched down and took a plate into her hand. Jin got sure that must be his geisha who was maybe busy to appear perfectly to amaze him. He put his hands onto the sliding door and pushed them open silently.
The view was mesmerizing. The alluring neck with the creamy skin was just in front of Akanishi as he stood there. The purple kimono with yellowish patterns… yes it was his girl. He didn’t wait longer and put his arms around the slim figure in front of him that was busy with balancing the bottles. Jin kissed the inviting neck and pulled the geisha into the room.
“I’ve been waiting for you…”
The porcelain bottles landed on the floor with a thud and the wooden plate followed them. Somehow everything slipped out of Kazuya’s hand and he went with the flow. The words reached his mind but he only recognized who was talking to him when Akanishi’s lips attacked him. Suddenly he stiffened and got numb unable to respond. His nasty dreams awoke inside his head adding more to his shocked state.
Those plump lips were so hot and sweet and right now they were mumbling on his hungrily. It was real; everything was so real right now. Jin’s wide body, which surrounded him with dominance and softly in the same time. It was totally different than wrestling in the dojo. Kazuya’s heart was ready to jump out of the cage of his ribs and he started to run out of air as well. The young samurai’s hands slipped to the broad chest and wanted to push the heir further. He felt that he is ready to get drowned in any minute if he won’t fight against the unwanted hug.
When Akanishi's mouth had mercy on his and parted for a fleeting second he wanted to resist, he wanted to yell, he wanted to do something to stop the heir but he had only enough time for a breath and a faint moan that was suppressed with another attack by the son of the daimyou. Jin’s tongue slipped into the young samurai’s mouth and made him moan in surprise. Kazuya was only able to take a tight hold on the heir’s shoulder. Somehow it was the only certain point right now and he needed a strong hold on it.
“Oh, seems you really forget everything new girl, for example that you wanted to take more sake for us.” a familiar cold voice sounded behind Jin and made them step further apart breaking the kiss.
Kazuya’s eyes grew wider as he faced the man. That weird man with the piercing look followed him. It made his blood freeze in his veins. Now he got himself into worse situation than before and in top of that with the son of the daimyou. What should he do now?
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