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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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It was something of a shock to find that the ‘courtesan house’ of Kaoru’s mansion was home to an actual full-fledged hot springs, and not just a naturally heated bath. It was a relatively small spring, but Kyo was still absolutely floored by the fact that it was smack in the middle of his master’s private property. It was a beautiful thing to see. The rock formations had been carved only enough to be comfortable to sit in the water, left natural and high around the edges for a more intimately secluded feeling. Overhead, the ceiling was all panes of thick glass against which the rain pattered softly, and through gaps in the surrounding stone, one could look out over the entire sprawl of the courtesans’ area.
Toshiya and Shinya were lounging in the steaming pool already, the former watching with not even the slightest bit of shame as Kyo and Die shed their towels to step into the water. Shinya was a bit more polite, but Kyo still felt the auburn-haired man’s scrutinizing gaze on him and was quick to pick a spot slightly separated from the others, sinking into the water up to his neck. He hadn’t noticed it when they left the showers, but Die had brought a bundled towel out with him, and set it now on the rocks at the edge of the pool. It was pretty obviously gun-shaped, and there was an identical one behind Toshiya, which was unnerving. Shinya also had a towel-wrapped bundle behind himself, but his was more rectangular, and Kyo wondered what might be inside of it.
Die groaned appreciatively as he settled next to Shinya. “Oh man, that feels good… I went way the hell overboard last night, that’s for sure. I don’t even remember getting home.”
“That’s because you were unconscious,” Shinya informed him, one side of his mouth quirking up a bit. “I had to carry you to your room.”
“Ugh, no wonder I woke up on the floor! You could have at least put me in bed, or taken off my pants; you have any idea how uncomfortable those things are to sleep in?”
“Haha, he probably didn’t want you to get your hopes up,” Toshiya teased.
Shinya rolled his eyes and looked back toward the entrance, frowning a bit. “Kaoru isn’t coming?”
“He told us to go ahead while he made a phone call. It sounded pretty serious.”
Kyo watched them all speculatively as they talked amongst themselves, more or less tuning out their conversation for the moment. He wasn’t usually one to stare at others in the onsen, but his gaze kept catching on little details of each man that he stored away diligently in his memory. Like their scars.
Some of Toshiya’s, he’d already seen; the permanently damaged skin on the insides of both of his elbows from countless needles. He also had a couple of thick, short lines on his side that looked suspiciously like stab wounds, and what had to have been a massive gash across his left leg just over the knee. Die was a different patchwork entirely; countless lines short and long, thick and thin streaked across his arms and torso, all just barely visible unless one was looking very closely. He’d obviously gone to great pains to take care of the wounds to minimize the scarring. Kyo also spotted a couple of odd pockmarks that he realized with a start were old bullet wounds. He thought at first that Shinya didn’t have any; his skin was flawless at first glance. It was only when the slender man turned around slightly that Kyo caught a glimpse of his back, and a horrendous mess of long, thick stripes crossing messily over one another.
“So Kyo!”
Kyo jumped a bit, looking over at Toshiya somewhat guiltily. Had he been caught staring? Had he actually been staring at that point, or had he been lost in his thoughts? He couldn’t remember… where had he been looking?!
“Kaoru tells us that you give phenomenal head.”
“Oh, um…” A blush flared on Kyo’s cheeks, startled and caught off guard. “Y-…yeah, I-”
On the tip of his tongue was the confession that he had, once upon a time, loved giving oral sex, finding the act to be the purest display of his devotion to his lovers. That he absolutely adored the quiver and squirm of a woman’s thighs, and the high-pitched, whimpering moans they’d make when he went down on them. That nothing set his blood on fire like the barely-restrained buck of a man’s hips as they fought not to give into the urge to just fuck his mouth with wild abandon, blind with the pleasure he provided. That he had, on more than one occasion, cum all over himself without so much as a glancing brush over his cock just because whoever he’d been pleasuring at the time had so thoroughly lost themselves in his ministrations.
It wasn’t necessarily that he was ashamed of how much he enjoyed the act; he’d certainly told people before, when the subject had come up. But that had always been in situations where he could relax, with people who he knew and was at least somewhat comfortable with. Here, where he couldn’t be sure of anyone’s intentions, or of his own place in their world…
‘Maybe they don’t need to know any of that.’
“I’ve… done it before…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
Toshiya huffed a bit. He’d spent all day Wednesday trying to get the blonde to talk to him, and had come so damn close several times, but Kyo seemed to catch himself every time, limiting himself to single sentences at best. Kaoru hadn’t been all that much help either, keeping his new pet all to himself like a jealously-guarded treasure and offering very few details about their interactions. It was driving the blue-haired man crazy with curiosity.
“Hmm… oh yeah, he also said you were spooked when he tried to feed you pomegranate seeds. Are you deathly allergic to them, or something?”
Kyo shifted a bit. “Um… no, I’m not…”
“Oh… You just don’t like them, then?”
“I… no, I like them fine…”
“But then why don’t you eat them?”
Shinya snorted a bit, amused, and Die shook his head with a grin. It really was difficult not to be friends with Toshiya; once he set his mind to getting to know someone, he would keep at it with a dogged persistence until the focus of his attention eventually gave in. Kyo hesitated, trying to figure out the easiest way to answer that question without lying or giving too much of himself away. It was easier to speak with them now, with everyone stripped naked and relaxing, but not enough that he felt safe to open himself up overmuch. The ill-disguised hope and interest on Toshiya's face made him feel like something of a cheat for trying to hold out on him, though, after how much the older man had shared with him on Wednesday.
'I guess it's not very fair...'
'He and Die told me their stories...'
'I owe them something in return, don't I?'
He sighed and cast about for the right words to portray his thoughts.
“Where I come from… ‘zakuro’ is slang for a horrible, bloody wound. Regardless of what I might do to myself,” he ran one hand absently over the letters scarring his own chest, “I can’t really allow myself to accept such pain from another person. Whatever might be inside me… it’s something I can't make myself share easily.” He shook his head, trying to find a more straight-forward answer for the simple question. The best he could come up with was superstition. “Besides, I’m no Persephone; I would make a terrible queen for this underworld.”
“‘Persephone’?” Toshiya leaned forward. “What does that mean?”
Shinya’s mouth quirked up on one side in a curious sort of smirk. “…You’re referring to the Greek myth?”
“Yeah.”
“Myth? I don’t know any Greek myths… will you tell it to me, little brother? Please?” Toshiya wondered, hopefully.
Kyo sighed, closing his eyes. If they kept calling him that so honestly, so fondly, he may never find it in himself to deny them anything.
“Persephone is the daughter of Demeter, goddess of the harvest and grains. Hades – who rules over the souls of the dead – falls in love with her, but knows that Demeter will never consent to his courtship, even though he’s wealthy and powerful, so many would consider him a worthy suitor. So one day, when Persephone is out picking flowers, he kidnaps her and makes her his queen.” Kyo opened his eyes again, and now there was a small fire there that had not been burning previously; a storyteller's passion for words. “Hades isn’t a cruel husband. He lavishes his new bride with all the finest silks and jewels and entertainments; everything she could ever want. But Persephone is the daughter of the green goddess… she misses the sun, the wind, the flowers that can never touch Hades’ dark world. She becomes depressed, and refuses to eat or drink.”
He lifted one hand, splaying his fingers wide. “For a year, she remains underground, and her mother mourns her loss. The world becomes barren, plants and crops withering to nothing in recognition of Demeter’s grief. Zeus realizes that if this continues, all of humanity will die, and no one will be left to worship them, so he commands Hades to let Persephone go.”
His gaze shifted suddenly and settled just to one side of Die’s shoulder. “…Before the messenger can come for her, Hades takes Persephone aside and asks her to eat just a small bit, just to sooth her hunger… she accepts only six pomegranate seeds from him. But the Fates had ruled long before that anyone who ate the food of the underworld would be bound to it; a force that overrules even Zeus’ word. So now, she spends part of the year in the sun with her mother, but for one month for every seed she ate, she has to go back into the dark with her husband.” He looked up at the skylight above them. “It’s fall now… so Persephone has just returned to Hades’ side, and her mother is mourning her again.”
Toshiya and Die gaped at him for a long, awkward moment, while Shinya fixed him with an appraising stare. He didn’t really mind; it wasn’t the first time he told a story that unsettled those around him, if only because people so frequently underestimated him.
‘I’m a drop-out, so I must be stupid.’
‘I’m quiet, so I must not have anything worth saying.’
‘I’m cute, so I must have nothing inside but sugar and fucking rainbows.’
Tiresome presumptions, but ones he was more than used to.
‘I’m no criminal, but… I suppose I’m far from pure, either.’
'I don’t particularly like beautiful things or an unrealistic view of the world.'
'If pushed, I’d have to say I like dirty and scary things.'
'Maybe this place is where I am meant to be...'
Toshiya spoke first, a wide grin spreading across his face. “That is so fucking cool! Kaoru, ‘Lord of the Underworld!’ Ha! As if he doesn’t have enough of an ego as it is without an extra god complex.”
Die laughed. “It’s a bit harsh of a harsh comparison though, I think? Kaoru’s not the devil, even if he’s got the face for it.”
Shinya had not missed the significance of Kyo’s choice of stories, or his careful wording. He held up one hand. “Hades wasn’t the devil; he was the god of the dead.”
“What’s the difference?”
Kyo bowed his head. “Hades isn’t good or evil. His underworld is not heaven or hell exclusively; it’s only what each person deserves. Though I suppose it does hold true for Master Kaoru… that if you speak the devil’s name and he doesn’t appear before you… you might want to turn around.”
There were three blank stares for a moment, then Shinya figured out what the blonde meant and turned his head over one shoulder quickly. “Kaoru! How long have you been there?”
Kaoru straightened from where he’d been leaning on a rock halfway between the pool and the entrance, stubbing out a cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
“A while. I didn’t want to interrupt your story.”
As Kaoru crossed the room and stepped into the water, and Toshiya and Die offered sheepish greetings/apologies, Kyo realized that after two weeks living with the man (including sleeping with him twice), this was the first time he’d ever seen his master naked. He carefully took in and cataloged a patchwork of scars; countless tiny cuts, a handful of bullet wounds, and a red patch on his chest the size of his palm that looked like a horrific burn. His master also had a solid coating of tattoos from the backs of his hands all the way up over his shoulders, partway onto his chest and back; skulls and crosses and cartoonish graveyards beautifully rendered almost entirely in grayscale with a few splashes of red here and there.
And there on his right hand, like a beacon, was the blue streak of twisting blue flames Die had given him, lovingly surrounded but never encroached upon by the professional art.
Kaoru settled into the water next to his pet. “You always say such peculiar things about me. And here I thought you were just being picky about your breakfast.”
Kyo halted his perusal of his master’s body and returned to more familiar territory, searching the older man’s face for an indication of his mood. Kaoru seemed amused, but still obviously wasn’t feeling well, perhaps even worse than before. Whatever his phone call had been about, it had soured his mood and worsened his headache. It set the blonde’s nerves on edge.
‘Other people keep upsetting Him when I’m not around!’
‘No wonder He needs me to keep Him happy…’
“Nothing good ever comes from pomegranates,” he said carefully.
Kaoru cocked his head. “I found you in a ‘zakuro.’”
Kyo bowed his head deferentially, and Kaoru grinned a bit. The ‘my point, exactly’ may not have been spoken, but it was understood.
‘But… don’t I make Him happy by… getting Him off?’
‘I can’t do that here! Not with everyone watching!’
‘No… that can’t be right. Shinya said He needs other things too…’
He hesitated a moment, unsure of himself, then bit his tongue and slid around behind his master, resettling himself on a slightly higher rock shelf just behind him and sliding his fingers under the older man’s hair carefully. He had nursed countless friends and lovers through hangovers before, so he knew just where and how hard to press his thumbs at the base of Kaoru’s skull, rubbing slowly to sooth away his headache. He felt Kaoru stiffen at first, then let out a long breath and lean back against him.
“Aw, man! I’m jealous.” Toshiya pouted. “Nobody ever rubs my neck when my head hurts.”
Die grinned. “Damn boss is so spoiled, isn’t he?”
Shinya shrugged, more relaxed than he had been all of the previous times Kyo had seen him. “Perks of the empire.”
Kaoru reached up a hand to smooth over Kyo’s arm fondly. “Such a good boy…”
Kyo could learn to love Saturdays.
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