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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.

Chapter List
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Hours crawled by as night passed reluctantly into morning. The light set into the ceiling overhead shifted the intensity of its glow on a set schedule, beginning to brighten around six in the morning just as it had the day before. Had Kyo been able to sleep at all, the white light probably would have woken him by six-thirty when it reached its peak. As it was, his only reaction was that his eyes – glazed over and ringed in tired shadows – narrowed themselves slightly to adjust to the change.
He was just so tired; even if he let every muscle in his body go limp, they felt completely strained. It was worse after every coughing fit that took hold of him, until even the shaking that had been plaguing him stopped for lack of energy to maintain it. His head ached fiercely and his stomach twisted in on itself and he couldn’t remember ever feeling so cold in his life. Worst of all, there was nothing in this room to distract him from any of his pains or distressing thoughts. Everything was still, white, and silent. At seven in the morning, when he heard the sounds of running water from the wall his cell shared with Kaoru’s bathroom, he crawled over to that wall and pressed himself against it desperately. The music – so faint, almost inaudible – came with it again, and he held his breath in an attempt to catch every last beat he possibly could, clinging to the soft sound like a lifeline. An hour later, when it shut off again, he thought he might cry for its loss.
He spent his day as he’d spent his night; periodically getting up to drink water from the sink (his only buffer against gnawing hunger pains) or use the toilet, then curling back up in his preferred corner (the back left, furthest away from the exit door), occasionally dissolving into fits of uncontrollably violent coughing. He disliked how standing and walking around brought his nudity crashing to the forefront of his attention, and his starvation had progressed to a numb sort of weariness that turned his legs half to jelly, so he put off those trips to the bathroom for as long as he could stand. Most of his time was spent watching the only thing in the room that moved or changed; the minutes passing on the clock. In the pervasive silence of his cell, his dizzy mind supplied the sound of seconds ticking by, imagining a sound that the device did not truly produce.
‘Kachi-kachi, kachi-kachi…’
‘How could Kisaki do this to me?’
‘We could have figured this out together, if only he’d asked…’
‘Kachi-kachi, kachi-kachi…’
‘Is anyone even looking for me?’
‘Does anyone even care that I’m gone?’
‘Kachi-kachi, kachi-ka-’
‘I have to get out of here!’
Just after nine in the morning, the silent, barren monotony of the cell drove him past the brink of madness and he launched himself at the exit door with a burst of renewed energy. He shrieked and howled at the top of his lungs as he clawed at the wooden panel – begging and cursing and pleading and damning – until the increasingly-painful shocks issued by his collar eventually knocked the breath from his lungs. He collapsed against the pitiless door then, hyperventilating and fisting his fingers brutally in his hair as claustrophobic hysteria washed over him. He remained there, in a gasping, miserable heap, for a very long time.
‘Kachi-kachi, kachi-kachi…’
‘I want to go home…’
‘I don’t want to die!’
‘Kachi-kachi…’
‘He didn’t kill me…’
‘…Thank you…’
By noon, he’d found his way back to his corner and curled up into it, making himself as small and hidden as possible. Though his fit had been painful and ultimately fruitless, it did serve to drain him enough that he was finally able to sink into an exhausted slumber. He dreamed, but his subconscious was kind to him for once – allowing him sanctuary in half-formed images of baby dragons frolicking in a sunlit field, chasing butterflies – so that he slept soundly through them. And four hours later, when the door to his cell clicked open and soft footsteps across the hardwood floor approached him, he slept through that as well.
Kaoru looked down on his sleeping pet then, a faint smile crossing his features. He’d come into the room fully prepared to have to punish the younger man again; the guards stationed outside his quarters had informed him of the screaming tantrum the blonde had thrown this morning, just as they’d informed him of the ruckus the previous afternoon. They hadn’t mentioned the sound of anything breaking this time, so he’d chosen to finish his day’s work before returning, but he was prepared for a fuss, for his pet to be angry and defiant again, for the blonde to even attack him, perhaps.
But when he walked in and found Kyo sleeping peacefully – his small frame tucked into the corner and his face so soft in respite – Kaoru found he just couldn’t stay mad. Nothing had been damaged, and the blonde had long since quieted down… Perhaps the collar had issued punishment enough, and he could consider the lesson learned and move on with his troublesome new pet’s training.
It was the gentle slide of a warm palm over the side of his face that finally caused Kyo to stir reluctantly towards consciousness. He mewled faintly and burrowed his face into his arms against the ticklish touch, causing a grin to spread across Kaoru’s sharp features. Gods but his pet was sweet when he was relaxed. It was almost a shame to have to wake him, knowing he would just tense up again. He threaded his fingers through the younger man’s hair, enjoying how the fine blond strands looked against his tattoos.
“It’s time to wake up now, little one,” Kaoru called.
The voice – clear and firm and distinctly not familiar in any good way – brought Kyo crashing back to awareness. Kaoru felt the head under his hand twitch, and rubbed a few strands of soft hair between his fingers as a sudden tension washed over the small body on the floor. He watched as fatigue-bruised eyes slowly, warily rose to peer out over the shield of bare arms crossed over bare knees to examine their surroundings. A fluid procession of emotions crossed the younger man’s face; confusion first as he looked at the hardwood floor, then dawning recognition as he registered the clock on the blank white wall, then dejected fear as Kyo’s gaze came up finally to meet Kaoru’s.
‘It wasn’t a terrible dream…?’
‘But… how could this hell possibly be real…?’
“Good evening, my pet. I’m sorry to have to wake you, but we have some things to do before I go downstairs for my dinner.”
Kyo swallowed nervously and Kaoru felt him shift a little, probably trying to press closer into the corner, though there was no room left for him. Kaoru didn’t mind – at this stage of training, it was necessary for the blonde to fear him – but he also didn’t feel the need to exacerbate his pet’s worries further. He was capable of forcing the blonde to give him whatever he wanted, of course, but that wasn’t what he had in mind when he’d taken a pet. He wanted Kyo to learn to obey him willingly, and that could only be done with a precise balance of punishment and positive reinforcement. The older man stood and backed up to the center of the room, giving his pet room to breathe and, hopefully, relax a little bit. He held out one hand, beckoning.
“Come.”
Biting his lip, Kyo tried force his dizzy, half-lucid mind to make sense of the command.
‘I don’t want to…’
‘But… if I refuse him… he’ll be angry again…’
‘Don’t make him angry again.’
It took quite a bit of effort – he was shaking again, and sleeping in such a cramped position on the hard floor left him wretchedly stiff all over – but Kyo managed to pull himself to his feet, bracing against the wall for support. Keeping his head bowed, choking on his own pervasive fear and nagging shame, he forced himself to cross the short distance to stand in front of his captor. Kaoru’s hand came up and Kyo flinched a bit as thin fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, cradling his head. Those digits rubbed against his scalp for a moment – almost soothingly – before the hand slid down to press at his back. He stumbled a bit, nearly falling over before his foggy mind could take the hint and spur his legs back into movement.
“Good boy…”
Kyo’s attention – apprehensive and half-focused as it was – was piqued as he found himself being guided out of his cell, and out of Kaoru’s bedroom. He tried his best to look around, to search for possible escape routes, eyes latching onto every window and door desperately. But Kaoru’s suite was huge, and every new room they passed only served to dizzy him further as he fought to absorb and store the barrage of new information.
A living room: a massive entertainment center, a plush leather sectional couch, a heavy wooden coffee table, and no windows. An office: a high-backed chair behind a steel-and-glass desk, a state-of-the-art computer system resting quietly. Again, no windows. A study: four luxurious arm chairs centered around a low table, standing lamps peering lovingly over their backs. There was one small window in there, tucked between the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that spanned the walls. Down a short hallway he saw what may have been a kitchen area, but his attention was caught by the sliding glass door that lead onto what looked like a balcony, a sturdy iron banister wrapped securely around the outside edge. They weren’t on the ground floor, then? Windows suddenly seemed less promising.
They came to a stop in a tea room featuring soft cushions on a tatami floor around a low, heavy table. Potted plants flourished in the red sunlight coming in from the wide window on the far wall and a small fountain bubbled quietly, falling droplets scattering the scarlet sunset playfully. In another time, another place, Kyo could have loved this room for its quiet, unassuming beauty. As it was, all he could do was stare at the array of dishes arranged on the table; covered, guaranteeing nothing, but oh-so suggestive. His mouth watered, stomach constricting noisily at the mere implication of food, and he felt his knees go weak.
Kaoru guided him to one of the cushions and pressed at his shoulders. “Kneel.”
Kyo obeyed immediately, dropping to the pillow with a soft huff, completely enraptured by the table. His hands flexed anxiously in his lap, itching to lay into the meal that had to be under those covers but too unsure of the situation to risk it. Kaoru smirked a bit to himself, sliding one of the other cushions next to his pet’s and settling onto it. From a smaller side table nearby, he picked up a length of lightweight, polished chain, securing one end around one of the table’s thick legs. Kyo’s attention never wavered from the dishes when Kaoru attached the other end of the chain to the blonde’s collar, securing him to the heavy furniture.
“Now then,” he murmured, “Are you hungry?”
Kyo bit his lip and nodded earnestly.
“Well good, because everything on this table is for you.” Kaoru felt his pet shiver with anticipation, and placed one hand on the younger man’s back to keep his attention. “But, you have to earn it first.”
Kyo’s gaze snapped to Kaoru’s face, confusion and more than a little wariness straining his features. Then the hand on his back slid down, brushing over the curve of his ass, and his eyes went wide with understanding. He went completely rigid, breath catching in his throat, and his uninjured left hand shot out instinctively to grab Kaoru’s wrist, halting the man’s explorations. Panicked rage pulled his face into a snarl as a fierce growl bubbled out of his throat. As much trouble as he was having thinking clearly about anything other than food, as much as the thought of angering Kaoru again frightened him, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he did not want to be touched that way by this man. Kaoru’s other hand came over to rest lightly the younger’s man’s grasping fingers, hawkish eyes staring his pet down.
“I don’t require your permission or consent to get what I want. You know that.” Kaoru spoke firmly, but gently. “But I will always give you the chance to obey. You only get what you want, so long as you give me what I want.”
The older man watched and waited for his pet to make the choice; he would only punish or reward his pet for decisions Kyo himself made. The blonde’s wild glare faded as his head dipped to stare at their hands, eyes wide and somewhat unseeing as every last bit of focus he had went into trying to sort out the situation he’d found himself in. He wanted so badly to defy his captor, his pride demanding he shove the man’s invasive hands away from himself, and be damned with the consequences, he was no one’s fuck toy! But… he hadn’t eaten anything but cum since Saturday, and it was Tuesday evening now; he didn’t think he could survive much longer without eating something. He wanted to live, and he knew that whether or not he did was fully dependent on Kaoru’s goodwill.
‘So, if… if I spread for him… I get food in return…?’
‘But if I refuse him… I get nothing…’
‘And what if… what if he fucks me anyways…?!’
‘I… I wouldn’t be able to stop him!’
It was a harrowing prospect. He had no way of knowing whether or not Kaoru would be gentle with him no matter what he chose. The older man would almost certainly use some kind of lubricant – if only because a dry fuck would be painful for both of them – but nothing Kyo knew of the man assumed that he would stretch him at all, or even give him a chance to adjust before just pounding into him. He’d bottomed for a handful of male partners, and he knew for damn sure that he needed at least some preparation to be taken without pain. Kyo struggled with the choice that had been presented to him; days without food, cigarettes, or sleep wearing horribly on both his once-fiery will and his ability to make decisions.
“Well? Will you give me what I want?”
-“The quality and duration of your life at any given moment is completely dependent on my mood.”-
Frustrated tears stung at the back of his eyes when he realized he didn’t really have a choice.
‘Don’t make him angry again…’
‘I’m so hungry…’
‘Maybe… maybe if I don’t fight him… it won’t be so bad?’
Swallowing the lump of anger and disgust huddling at the base of his throat, Kyo forced himself to release his grip on Kaoru’s wrist, nodding his head slowly in reluctant acquiescence.
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