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Into the Sun
Chapter 6: Day 7 and 8: Truth For Eternity
"... I understand." -- Confucius

"You are free," Tsunehito said softly to the back of the young Lord, who sat at the balcony door and looked out over the brothel's beautiful front garden.
Nothing was said for a while. Tsunehito shifted uneasily - wondering if the young man had perhaps fallen asleep on his knees. But after a moment, a pale hand lowered a half empty tea cup onto the ornate tray next Lord Ruiza. It had been set there by a quiet maid, who had fled the room silently.
It made the constable wonder.

What story does his face tell... I wonder?
But he knew from the quality of silence that he was not welcome to ask. The two constables had waded into a world fit only for those who had the money to pass the dark gates. Although Tsunehito knew that the truth was now revealed - that the scheming Lord Hoshi was safely shut away... things would never be the same.

The destruction of lies, of hate... these things will never be fixed, the young constable thought miserably, recalling the silent face of the buraku and the bitter face of the samurai.
"Yes..." A soft voice broke into his thoughts. "I was told as much by your... partner..."
Tsunehito jerked at Lord Ruiza's cool comment.
"You are released to go about as you will," Tsunehito replied simply. "This is merely a formal declaration of your... innocence."
Both knew that was rather debatable. But neither said anything more.
"I can return home?"

"It is best that you return home as fast as may be. To clear up the legalities of the matter..." Tsunehito hesitated. "The wedding and the... er..."

"I understand..." Lord Ruiza raised the tea cup and finished his drink. "After all..." He added bitterly, as an afterthought. "There is nothing that holds me here... You and I... are... young... why is it... that I am cursed... and everything I touch is brought to death?"

"It isn't your fault," Tsunehito protested feeling inadequate. "My Lord, if I may speak boldly. Take to the road and do not look back. As you said... there is nothing here..."

"It should be easy for me..." A fist clenched fabric tightly. "My conscience I am sure can take the weight of two more men." He paused and then sighed. "Last night... I dreamed... that he came. That he came back to me - after this was all over. I felt his face - and he was there for real... Is that so wrong?"
Tsunehito could not answer.
It had already been decided. Hide-zou and Asagi were condemned to death.

It is as it should be... He sighed as he rose. And yet... not...
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"I thought... when we arrived... that the brothel was just another place..." The samurai sighed gustily. "Who would have thought that this whole trip would be the death of me?"

"Who would have thought indeed," Asagi murmured, fingering the torn edges of his kimono. "You feel regret?"
Hide-zou gave a dry chuckle which ended with a slight gasp as his broken ribs hitched.
"Who wouldn't?" His eyes darkened at the memory of a little girl waving goodbye to him - as he disappeared down the small country lane that had run past his small thatched cottage.
He had called home a shit hole... and remembering the brothel's ornate paintings, the scents, the quiet laughter, the cultured singing, the lavish food and the exquisite wine... Hide-zou supposed then, in comparison, that his small cottage was nothing of consequence... and yet...
"Every man regrets something when he dies, right?" Hide-zou smiled bitterly. "I would that I had a chance to say goodbye..."

"Goodbye? To whom?" Asagi turned his head slowly, his dark eyes filled with curiosity.

"Nobody in particular," the samurai back-tracked hastily.

"Hmmm..."

"A little girl... who looked so much like her mother... when I held her in my arms, I wondered how it was possible the little monkey would ever grow up... But she will... and I won't be able to see that, even from afar."
Asagi said nothing, even when Hide-zou's arm curved around to cradle his head in the crook of his shoulder.
"Do you have anyone..." Hide-zou broke off, realizing he was a dolt. "Sorry."

"It is no matter," Asagi shrugged. "I too have regrets. But as you said, such is life..."
Hide-zou's hair smoothed over Asagi's long black hair.
"If he could, he would save you, I think."

"He's a fool," replied the courtesan shortly.

"All who love are fools."
Asagi nodded. When Hide-zou kissed his lips, the courtesan didn't respond at first.
"So what does that make you?" asked the buraku.

"A fool," replied the samurai simply.
Asagi responded at the second kiss, pulling away to settle himself against Hide-zou more comfortably. Saying nothing, they kissed longer and longer - the minutes uncounted in the jail cell.

It was as if we are standing outside of time, Asagi thought. But surely, that is true only for those whose time has run out...
As the sun set, Hide-zou's trembling hands, still dirty, bruised and cut from his torture, gently glided down the courtesan's equally bruised flanks, and then down between Asagi's thighs. Catching his breath, Asagi tensed - Hide-zou paused, remembering the cruel handiwork of the other criminals in the common cells.
"It will be fine."

"We don't have to do this."
Asagi leaned upward, his hand caught Hide-zou around the neck and drew the samurai down for a kiss.
"We do."
Hide-zou's long brown-black hair tumbled down, let free from his simple hair clasp. Asagi's pale fingers buried themselves in the samurai's mane, as the two men passionately kissed. Hide-zou's hands were busy further down, rousing the courtesan's passion by tenderly running his fingers along Asagi's length. Scraping his nails gently... and then lowering to carefully prepare the courtesan.
"Use the scented oil they left us," Asagi whispered.
Blinking stupidly, Hide-zou nodded and finding the flask which held the oil for the small lamp they had been given, he dumped a liberal amount of fluid onto his palm and slicked his fingers before reinserting them into the courtesan, who now lay quivering silently. After using the remaining oil on his own erection, the samurai carefully lowered himself into his fellow cellmate.
"Asagi..." he managed to breath out roughly as the man's warm, slick entrance slowly gave way to the samurai.
For a moment, they paused. Asagi writhed and moaned as Hide-zou kissed, licked and bit the man's nipples gently. When he was sure that Asagi was as ready as he was, the samurai pulled out and then carefully back in - Asagi, more than a lover for hire, increased the friction by pulling Hide-zou deeper. His long legs wrapped around the samurai's waist. Quicker and quicker, the rhythm increased - Hide-zou's breathing became ragged and his speaking incoherent. But his hand which had found Asagi's semi-erection, remembered to pump enthusiastically, bringing the courtesan to completion just after he released his seed.
They lay there, in silence, enjoying the quiet silence - filled only by their hard breathing. Hide-zou shifted slightly, pulling gently out of the courtesan. Carefully pulling the courtesan's kimono around Asagi's shoulders, he tore off some cloth from the bottom of his shirt and cleaned himself off. Asagi quickly tended to himself and before long, they were curled up against each other.
"Asagi -"

"Please... don't..."

"I just wanted to say thank you," Hide-zou interrupted softly, giving Asagi's hand a squeeze.
Asagi didn't say anything for a long while and the samurai assumed the courtesan had fallen asleep, when a soft voice whispered.
"You are welcome... it was... a pleasure..."
Hide-zou understood, what he could only have guessed before... the reason for the love in Ruiza's eyes.
Buraku or no, Asagi was a jewel beyond all price.
-
"We should be down there," Tsunehito stirred restlessly on his bed. "We can't afford to be careless..."

"I know," Hiroki sighed, looking up at their shared quarters next to the law station. "Lord Hoshi in the common room cell... what WERE you thinking?"

"We could hardly put him in the same room as Asa- the buraku and the samurai..." Tsunehito replied tartly, rolling over to face his friend.

"You like them."

"Well -"

"Admit it."

"I - it's - I just think it's... unjust," protested Tsunehito, glad that it was dark enough to hide his blush. He glanced across the small room at his partner's profile.

"Lord Ruiza agrees with you."

"I got that feeling," sighed Tsunehito. "Which is why we should be down THERE. Just in case..."

"No. It's why we shouldn't be down there."

"You -"

"Use your head, Tsunehito. Use it and then shut your eyes and go to sleep," yawned Hiroki. "If all goes well, it won't be an issue come morning."

"But -"

"Go to sleep."
Tsunehito sighed and turned - staring at the boring wall his bed was shoved up against. It was grey, unlovely and pock marked. It wasn't made out of wood and paintings. And the room wasn't open and lovely like the brothel's.
He dreamed that night and Tsunehito discovered that he was the executioner. As the blade passed down, seperating Asagi's neck and head, the courtesan turned into the most beautiful blue butterflies. The samurai laughed and laughed...
When he woke, the laughter echoed unpleasantly in his head.
-
"They're gone!!!!"

"WHAT?" Tsunehito sprang up at the panicked yell of one of the junior officers.

"In the night... someone... had sent wine to the guards... it was... it had a sleeping draught... and... the buraku and the samurai have disappeared."
Tsunehito swung around, looking to Hiroki for help. But the senior constable merely stretched his arms and smiled.
"What's for breakfast, Tsu-chan?"

"Hiroki!!!" The young constable shook his friend. "They're GONE!!!"

"And..." Hiroki sighed, slowly raising himself up. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Put out a warning! Get the men out to search the area! Question the men! And Lord Ruiza..."
The young constable looked at Hiroki, as did the junior officer.
Hiroki yawned and then shrugged.
"You heard him. Be my guest."
With that, the junior officer disappeared, allowing Tsunehito to hastily dress. Hiroki watched the young man and shook his head.
"Tsunehito..."

"What?" Tsunehito twisted around as he tried to retie his belt again in a more artistic manner. "Why are you still sitting there? This is our fault! We're going to be in deep trouble... If we had only stayed down there -"

"They're gone," Hiroki said softly. "If I know it aright, they'll have had help. Horses. Who knows. Those two..." He rose and dressed quickly, following his constable out the back of the station.
The two constables stood there and watched as Lord Ruiza passed with a slight nod to them. Behind him, a much happier calvacade followed. Asagi and Hide-zou were nowhere in sight. But the Lord seemed to be more relaxed...
Tsunehito's eyes narrowed, and then he started to chuckle.
"Those two..." Hiroki continued after a moment's thought. "Are where they ought to be. Let's have no complaining now, shall we?"

"Sure..." Tsunehito shook his head. "This shouldn't be a good moment to laugh... But now..." He mused thoughtfully. "I feel good. You are right."

"Idiot," Hiroki laughed, his hand reached out and mussed Tsunehito's hair.

"Hey! No touching of the hair!!! No touching of the hair! I worked on that!"
-
They weren't together as he hoped. But Ruiza knew that Asagi would come to him. By another road.
EPILOGUE
It was fall. Golden and red, the trees let fall their burdens - fruit and leaves alike fell onto the rich ground now also empty. The rice fields, once filled with song, were slowly falling silent, as the workers trickled away to cluster in the villages. Some of the mountains, it was said, were already white with the new winter. But few ventured on the roads to test the uncertain weather.
But this change was welcome. Gone were the sticky hot summer months - and now the rains fell and the cold swept in. Inns and brothels were packed with the few adventurous souls who traveled the roads - and the villagers joined them to carouse.
In the famous brothel, The Five Roses, a musician regaled the tale of the evil lord murdered by a fair beauty and saved by two scoundrels. And how the they all disappeared in the dark night... Two silent constables sat and smiled at the two year old memory.
However, far away, in another province, a short, blonde-haired Lord set aside his firstborn son, now cooing in the arms of a preoccupied mother. The woman disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Hanaka was a sweet woman... but even though he laid with her for a year and a day... he could not forget...
The dark hair, the husky, yet light voice and the pale skin that almost glowed in the night.
He stood there on the porch of his large house which overlooked a large garden. The low wall running outside of it allowed a view of the gentle slopes beyond it. The valley was his - the village below his house and the rice fields on either side of it...
Lord Ruiza stared as two dark figures moving up the road found their way across the fields to the back gate of his garden. Stepping down, as if mesmerized, the blonde-haired Lord whispered to himself...
"Asagi..."
As the two figures drew closer, Ruiza touched his fingers to his cheek in surprise. So long he had waited... Mistaking so many strangers approaching his door, as the one his heart desired... But this was no dream...
"Asagi..."
A pale hand rested on the small dark gate, and the home-spun bamboo hat lifted revealing a flawless complexion and a serene face. Behind stood a tanned, well-muscled man with a wide grin. Ruiza found himself moving before he was aware of it - running down to the little gate.
He stopped and then reached up, his fingers caressing his eternal beloved.
"Asagi..."
They had come home. Just as he dreamed.
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