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Miwaku no Zakuro	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey, X Japan, or KISAKI, and do not profit from this work.

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Kyo was in heaven. Someone, somewhere, had finally decided that he had suffered enough and was granting him reprieve in the form of this venture into paradise. It was glorious; the sun was shining, bright and beautiful in a flawless sapphire sky, the air warm with only the occasional light breeze to rustle the reddened leaves on the trees around him, and birds tittered overhead without a care in the world. The gardens – lush and lively – seemed to stretch on forever. A swallowtail butterfly landed on a fall-blooming flowered bush nearby and Kyo found himself gravitating towards it with wonder, the heavy black brocade of the day’s hakama sliding smoothly against his legs as his bare feet sank into thick grass.
“Kyo.”
The voice – cool and smooth, yet jarring, like a trickle of ice down his spine – halted the blonde dead in his tracks, bringing him back down to earth with a start. Kyo looked back at his master anxiously. Had he strayed too far? He was hardly more than a couple meters away from the picnic table Kaoru was sitting at, but still… He moved back quickly to the older man’s side. Given this little taste of bliss, still raw inside from his night in the maddening dark, he was abjectly terrified to do anything that might make Kaoru change his mind and put him back inside. As his keeper’s arm slid around his waist, he looked back sadly, watching the butterfly flutter off on the next breeze.
“Ne, Kao, you should let him run around a bit,” Toshiya advised, gesturing at the blonde. “He’s a dancer; he needs exercise if you want him to stay all fit and pretty.”
Kyo perked a bit with ill-disguised gratitude. Toshiya was speaking about him as if here weren’t even present – or worse, as if he were a dog that had been kenneled too long – but he couldn’t care at the moment. The blue-haired man was arguing his case, arguing for his freedom, brief and limited though it was bound to be. He turned pleading eyes on Kaoru, biting his lip hopefully.
“Hmm… he has been cooped up for a while… I suppose you’re right. Alright then.” Kaoru put his hands on Kyo’s shoulders and turned him to face out, pointing to a sprawling tree maybe fifty meters away. “You see that tree?”
Kyo nodded eagerly. “The old willow?”
“Yes. You can go out as far as that tree, in any direction from this table, until we’re done setting up lunch.” The older man leaned in closer, eyes narrowed slightly in warning. “I expect you to come back when I call you, and may the gods help you if I catch you outside your boundary. Understood?”
Kyo paled a bit and nodded again, more slowly this time.
“Good.” Kaoru sat back, smiling again and releasing his pet. “Go on then, have fun.”
The blonde’s steps out started out hesitant, but became longer and bolder with each one taken as his fear was swallowed by his need for freedom and open air. He looked around and noted landmarks that were an equal distance from the picnic table as the tree; an iron lamp wrapped in ivy, a stone statue, a tall rose bush with peach-colored flowers. He was limited, penned in with an invisible fence in the form of a threat of undefined punishment, but still, Kaoru had granted him a surprisingly wide space to explore. A stream wound its way through the area, a wooden bridge arching over it, just inside of his boundary, and he ran over to that first.
“Oh man, those puppy-dog eyes are too much! He’s so fucking precious, Kao,” Toshiya sighed enviously. “I wish you’d have let me keep him… He’d be so pretty all made up, wearing fancy clothes under the stage lights.”
“He’s not a puppy, Toshiya,” Shinya admonished gently. “You saw what he did to Kaoru’s face. Trying to dress him up would be like trying to put lipstick on a wolverine.”
“No shit. Inoue is out of commission for two weeks – at least – while his wrist heals from where the kid bit him. You sure it’s a good idea to let him loose out here?” Die wondered, looking over Shinya's shoulder as the younger man unpacked the baskets holding their lunch. The auburn-haired man noticed him and scowled, elbowing him in the ribs, and he grunted with a pout before moving to help. “What if he runs?”
“I doubt he’d risk it. To be honest, if I’d known putting him in isolation would make him so agreeable, I’d have done it much earlier in the week,” Kaoru mused, watching his pet explore. “He’s been all sugar since I let him out yesterday.”
“You think you’re going to keep him for a while, then?” Toshiya asked. “You were so mad before, I was sure you were going to ditch him.”
“Mm… I did consider it, for a bit; selling him off or throwing him in a brothel… It’s been a long time since anyone pissed me off quite that badly. But he learns quickly enough, and he’s actually kind of interesting to talk to when he’s behaving himself. Once he settles down, I think he should be quite fun to have around.”
“Really? What’s he like? You should turn the collar off, I want to talk to him,” the blue-haired man demanded excitedly.
Die made a face. “Spoken like someone who’s never heard the banshee scream.”
Kaoru snorted, amused. “It is a pretty terrible sound.” His eyes flicked over to Shinya, a hint of concern evident in dark chocolate irises. “…Shinya…?”
Long-fingered hands hesitated in their motions. “Yes, Kaoru?”
“I know this must be uncomfortable for you.”
Die and Toshiya quieted, looking worriedly to their youngest friend.
Shinya only shook his head, resuming his task. “…I won't lie, it is a little. But you’re entitled to take and train a companion for yourself, and I know that you’re not… the way He was. I’ll be happier when he looks less… frail, but I’m fine. Really.”
Kaoru hummed thoughtfully, looking back out at his pet. He blinked with surprise, grinning a bit. “What the hell is he doing?”
The other three turned to follow his gaze. Out across the gardens, Kyo was perched on the balls of his feet, balanced on the waist-high railing of the small bridge. He had always been somewhat prone to climbing on things – low walls, fountain ledges, benches, bike racks – when he walked around town, and found them to be the best resting places. Kisaki had always teased that it was because he wanted to feel taller. He didn’t want to admit that that might be true, but he could never think of any other excuse for the strange habit. Whatever the reason, he was at ease on the narrow beam, hands tucked behind his head as he stared down at the stream rushing beneath him.
So much tension had bled out of him, and though fear still niggled at the back of his mind, he was more or less at peace out here in the sunlight, watching koi dance through the flowing waters below. To be dressed again, after a week of degrading nudity, was as much a blessing as food, light, and freedom had been. Wind tugged at his hakama and he shifted his gaze down to the heavy brocade silk, eyes tracing over the scarlet lines of Kaoru’s spider-and-cross emblem where it was embroidered in front of his left ankle.
‘Everything…’
‘Everything is so much better, when he’s happy…’
‘But he promised me that much, though, didn’t he?’
‘That my life would depend on his mood…’
‘But how can I make him happy… when I don’t know him at all?’
He frowned to himself, trying to assemble what he’d learned so far. Kaoru didn’t mind if he spoke – evident by his acceptance of Kyo’s whispering to get around the collar’s control – but he didn’t like Kyo to be noisy. Kaoru also put more stock in actions than in words, but he obviously liked it when Kyo called him ‘Master.’ Kyo wasn’t allowed to damage any of Kaoru’s property, and his own body was on that list, but Kaoru could damage him at will. Kyo got what he wanted only so long as he gave Kaoru what he wanted, but Kaoru could take what he wanted without giving anything in return.
‘All I know…’
‘All I know is what not to do, to keep him from getting angry.’
‘And even then, I’m never sure…’
Kyo lowered himself into a crouch and scratched his cheek under the mostly-healed cut from Kaoru pistol-whipping him earlier in the week. He glanced back towards the picnic table, watching as his master’s mouth split into a lazy grin as Toshiya said something, gesturing vehemently, and Die answered it with what could only be a joke. Shinya touched Kaoru’s shoulder and spoke; more calm than the other two, but spurring another round of laughter. They all seemed very comfortable together, and Kaoru seemed at ease in the presence of the other three.
‘Maybe… maybe his friends can help me?’
They all seemed very comfortable with Kaoru’s habit of taking people as pets, so it made sense that they might be able to offer him some sort of advice. Kyo made a mental note to ask them the next time he got a chance. It was a small thing, but actively making Kaoru happy was the closest he could come to taking his fate back into his own hands. He was slightly encouraged by the knowledge that his master had kept other companions in the past, and that those people were still alive somewhere. Maybe one day he would be set free as well, if only he could keep his mind and his body intact that long.
‘Unless… I guess there’s always the chance I’m just a sex toy.’
‘Maybe I have to just stay in the cell until he wants to use me?’
‘Gods, I hope not…’
A low, throaty growl from behind him startled Kyo out of his thoughts, and he tensed as he turned slowly. His eyes widened as the blood drained from his face. There on the bridge behind him – legs braced in a bold, aggressive stance, heavy lips pulled back in a drooling, toothy snarl – was the biggest dog Kyo’d ever seen in his life. The thing had to weigh as much as he did, all glossy black fur stretched over a muscular frame, with intelligent eyes and cropped ears set into a massive head. The creature’s mouth alone took up a full half of its skull, and Kyo was absolutely frozen as he stared into that maw.
“Hold!” a voice called. The command quieted the dog a bit, but Kyo couldn’t bring himself to so much as breathe as a man in black cargo pants, boots, and a fitted sleeveless shirt jogged over to them, one hand resting on the pistol holstered at his side. “Step down off of the rail, kid, hands where I can see them!”
Kyo’s mind shut down in terror. Dogs – giant goddamn monster dogs – and guns were things that had only ever existed in movies and video games to him. He knew that other people in other countries kept them commonly, but no one in his life had ever possessed either, and to see both at once, threatening him, was more than he could handle.
The man seemed upset by his refusal to move, pulling out his gun and flicking the safety off. “I said put your hands where I can see them!”
The dog barked and Kyo bit back a panicked whimper, raising his hands slowly. The man stepped forward, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him down off of the railing. He landed with a graceless stagger, jerking away immediately to press his back against the rail, trying to get as far away from the dog as possible as it stepped toward him, it’s growl only getting louder now that Kyo was next to its handler.
“I’m sorry! Whatever I did, I’m sorry, please don’t let it bite me!” he whispered frantically, shoulders hunched defensively up under his ears, the man’s crushing grip on his wrist the only thing keeping him standing. He wasn’t even sure what he was sorry for, just wanting whatever was happening to end before he was shot, mauled, or both.
“What’s your business out here, boy?” the man demanded. “These are private gardens; who let you in here?”
“M-Master Kaoru! H-he brought me out here for lunch, and-… I just-…”
“‘Master…’?” The man’s eyes widened slightly, his eyes flicking down to register the shine of silver and red at Kyo’s throat. “Oh… oh gods...” He released the blonde’s wrist as if burned, dropping into a startlingly low bow. “P-Please forgive me, sir! I didn’t know-… I didn’t realize-… please sir, forgive my disrespect!”
Kyo only stared, utterly confused. The man had gone, in the space of a heartbeat, from threatening him to… subjugation? Just from looking at his collar? Even the dog, seeing its master bowing, settled down entirely, sitting with a tongue-lolling pant. It made no sense at all, and Kyo could only gape at the man. He heard a sharp whistle across the gardens and his head snapped around, seeing Kaoru beckoning to him. Looking back at the still-bent man, he backed away slowly, hands clutched nervously at his chest, before turning and running back to his captor.
‘What the fuck was that?!’
‘He looked like he thought I was going to kill him!’
‘Why would anyone here… be afraid of me?’
It was a question he would not be getting answers to any time soon; something for him to wonder at on his own time when his keeper wasn't around, demanding his attention. As soon as he returned, Kaoru pointed to the cushion on the ground next to his own seat on the bench, and Kyo lowered himself onto it obligingly as lunch began.
Though he was far more lucid and not nearly so desperate for this meal, he never did stop to wonder why Kaoru insisted on feeding him by hand. He simply accepted it as a minor degradation in comparison to everything else, never realizing that every bite was acclimating his destabilized mind and body to Kaoru’s touch. His obedience in these moments was based not on threats, but on the promise of reward; the positive reinforcement slowly changing him on a subconscious level, reaching a place that fear never could just as punishments had reached a place in him that kindness never could, both working to reshape him to his master's will.
“Mph… bathroom,” Kaoru grunted once most of the food was gone and everyone had settled into grazing as they conversed, standing with a languid stretch. He put one hand on Kyo’s head, smoothing it over his hair once in passing, “Stay here.”
Kyo put his hands on the table, rising a little on his knees to peer over the edge, watching his keeper walk back down the path towards the mansion.
Toshiya brightened on seeing dark gold eyes coming up over the opposite edge of the table, leaning forward to look down at the smaller man. “Hey, you! I almost forgot you were down there.”
Kyo blinked at him, sitting back a bit.
“Oh yeah.” Die leaned over as well. “You’re so quiet.”
Shinya rolled his eyes a little at his friends, and spared a small smile for Kyo. “Did you need something?”
Kyo thought about that. He shifted uncomfortably, looking unsure as he remembered his thoughts from earlier. “I’m okay… I just…”
Toshiya smiled encouragingly at him. “Yeah? What’s up?”
Kyo hunched his shoulders a little. “You said I’m supposed to keep him happy?”
“Who, Kao? Yeah, that’s your job now. You’re his companion.”
“But… what does that mean?”
The other three exchanged quizzical looks. Die had nothing to offer; he probably knew Kaoru best, but served him in an entirely different way, always had and always would. Shinya was most experienced in the matter, but least comfortable with talking about it, no matter how much he wanted to help Kyo learn to accept his new life. Toshiya was the only one more or less in his comfort zone, since pleasing hard-to-please people and teaching others to do the same was essentially his job.
The blue-haired man’s lips spread in a warm smile. “You’re too sweet for words, you know that? Think of it... as a most profound, one-sided love. His happiness is your happiness; his pain is your pain. Whatever he wants, whatever he needs, if it is within your power to provide it, you will do so without hesitation, and in return, he’ll give you anything you could ever want.”
“It’s like a specialized form of courtesan,” Shinya offered carefully. “You’re more than just a bed-warmer. Kaoru has a very stressful job; your job is to help him bleed off that stress in whatever manner benefits him most, anything from sex to tea service to simple conversation. Later on, you’ll also accompany him to functions where other business contacts will be assembled, as a status symbol.”
Kyo frowned a little, looking down thoughtfully. On the one hand, that gave him a bit of hope; he hadn’t been reduced entirely to a sex toy, at least. But at the same time, Kaoru was damned difficult to read sometimes, how could he be expected to know what the man needed? And conversation? The closest thing they’d had to a conversation was Kyo calling Kaoru a devil, and though that had ended better than it could have, it still left him wondering-
“How can I do all that when I don’t know anything about him?”
There was a long moment of silence as the other three considered the question.
Die was the first to speak up. “Kaoru… is from Hyougo. He’s… twenty-eight, and he loves video games. Mostly RPGs and first-person shooters.”
Kyo blinked, head cocked.
“He likes Gundam series,” Shinya added. “And sports, especially soccer.”
Toshiya scratched his chin thoughtfully. “His birthday’s February 17^th.”
Die and Toshiya laughed a little, getting into it.
“He can drink forever.”
“He’s stubborn as hell. He’d cut of his own nose just to spite his face!”
“He hates shellfish.”
“He loves hamburgers – American-style!”
“He has a degree in biochemistry.”
“His favorite color is purple!”
“I thought it was black?”
“…Purple and black!”
“He’s really picky about how things look-"
"But he forgets to pick up after himself most of the time."
"He can be a bit of a perfectionist, so he holds himself and everyone around him to high standards,” Shinya said with a fond smile. “But he’s really good at reading people’s potential and pushing them toward it. Even if they don’t realize it at first…”
Toshiya and Die both looked at the younger man then, the same fond smiles crossing their own faces as their gazes turned inward. Kyo was somewhat stunned in that moment, sensing the pure devotion and… gratitude? that they all held for his master. He couldn’t imagine what the man possibly could have done to endear himself so much to them, but it must have been profound. Somehow it only served to deify the man more in his mind, because if the hardened glints in their eyes were any indication, Kaoru’s three friends were anything but weak-willed.
Toshiya recovered first, running his fingers through the short, black sections of his hair. “Eh… he’s really into music, local and American. Rock mostly.”
Die grinned a bit, propping his chin on one hand. “And zombies. Fucker loves zombies.”
"Haha, yeah he does!"
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