The Tattoo chapter twenty-seven
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krystalkatzficz7 year old Nino blinked as he was pulled into the bright sunlight barely able to stand on his own two feet. Every exposed inch of his body was covered with welts and bruises but he couldn’t feel the pain anymore, his time with the shadow had numbed him so completely that even the infected gash on his stomach felt painless. The only discomfort he felt was from his throat and mouth that felt dry, as if he had been force fed sand and dirt and given the equality of the food that he was given once every week, just enough that he didn’t die, it was possible that sand and dirt was all that was inside it. Forced to stand in a line beside a several other boys and girls about his age he focused on a collection of rocks that were just ahead of him or more importantly on the snake that was slowly making its way up the face of the largest rock. It was a beautiful creature, with its slow wriggling movement, while being deadly. He remembered that snake as one of the many that his mother owned and milked before giving him and his sister a doses of the poison telling them that it would make them strong. He had had little time for milking snakes or spiders to dose himself since he had been taken but recently he had continued to do the practice, whenever he managed to capture one of the beasts, telling himself that he needed to be as strong as he could be to take his revenge on the monster that had killed his family.
A shadow fell over him and he looked up with a glare on his face at the man that had brought him from the shadow and the teenager who were staring down at him. Nino was surprised at how young and attractive the young nobleman was but he wasn’t surprised by the way his nose wrinkled in an ugly expression of distaste at the smell that was coming up from his body. Nino didn’t even make a noise of protest as his arms were grabbed and he was turned around by his ‘owner’. The man smelt worse than he did and his hands were almost violent as he poked and prodded him while talking about him like he was a horse.
“He is scrawny…But serviceable and you must admit that the tattoo is an excellent addition as it is a good identifying mark…”
"I will take him..." the teenager said shortly and Nino felt the same surprise as his owner sounded when he started to spluttered a little;
"My lord Sakurai? Are you sure? There are plenty more that I could show you...”
"Him...I want him...” The lord said sounding like a child that was used to getting his own way and if he would throw a tantrum if he was refused now “I like the tattoo that's on his back..."
"Very well my lord…” His owner said stroking his neck slowly and Nino refused to let himself react in any way knowing that any reaction would cause trouble “He has not long come into my possession so I am not sure how well he is broken in…”
“I can see to that" Sakurai said turning Nino around and tilting his face up and smiling down at him. It wasn’t a truly happy smile, in fact it was enough to send a shiver down his spine but he fought it and kept his expression blank "You will be mine…you will be a good boy, will you not little one?"
Nino was tempted to glare or even spit at him but he decided against it. He wanted out of the cave that he was being kept in and the young lord didn't seem to be too bad. He hung his head submissively before nodding and whispering;
"Yes, my lord...”
“Good boy…” The lord ran his fingers through his hair and then pulled his hand way frowning with distaste at his hand. “He needs to be cleaned…”
“Yes my lord, there is the matter of payment…” His owner said and when they turned away he allowed himself to fall down in a heap looking at the snake which had almost vanished over the rock now its tail twitching around. When the black tail had completely vanished he dropped back onto the floor staring at the sun his head swirling and spinning leaving him with no energy to even attempt to move. Even when he a shadow fell over him again and he felt the cruel sting of water splashing over him. His body was scrubbed raw, with no care or attention given to the wounds on his body, and then he was picked up and carried down the side of the mountain to the waiting Sakurai who was standing next to a light grey powerful looking horse. A small grunt of pain forced its way out of his mouth as he was thrown up and over the beast like a sack. Sakurai jumped up behind him and then they were moving.
The bouncing of the horse and the fact that he could only see the dull earth moving below him sent him into a fevered sleep which he didn’t wake from until he felt a hand slapping at his face and heard somebody shouting at him. When he pulled his eyes open he found himself in a warm room and could smelt the scent of a fire. Sakurai was standing over him his hand raised as if he was about to give another slap to his face and quickly Nino pushed himself into a seated position.
“What is your name?” Sakurai asked very slowly his hand failing down and hitting him on the leg. “Your name…”
“Ninomiya Kazunari…Sir…” Nino answered horrified at how weak his voice was and how much it pained him to talk.
“Ninomiya? Then you are the missing son…I thought as much when I first saw you…I will hear the story of what happened to you…But first your wound needs to be treated…” Sakurai said poking at the wound on his stomach and Nino felt his head swirl a little and nausea rose up inside of him and sickness filled his mouth before he could stop it. He turned away from his new owner and retched, his whole body heaving as he emptied what little contents that he had from his stomach. The action caused him to actually feel pain and his hand swiped down clutching at his side. “Sorry…I will fetch the healer…” Nino didn’t look up when the lord left through the door just wiped his mouth with the back of his hand his nose wrinkling at the smell of his own vomit causing him to heave again but nothing came out.
The lord returned as he had started to shake violently and he guessed the older man with the bald head at his side was the healer. He resembled the monk that had visited his parents once and he gave him an almost friendly smile as he knelt down beside him.
“He is bad shape my lord Sakurai…I will need to drive out the inflection…” The healer said motioning to the wound on his stomach “But I am afraid he may not live…”
“I have just spent a healthy sum on this boy he had better live…” Sakurai spat his voice colder and harsher than Nino had ever heard a person speak before and he could hear the threat even though it was left unspoken and he could understand the fear that was in the healer’s voice when he spoke again.
“Of course, I will do what I can…You must hold him down…” the man whispered and Nino felt his lord coming up behind him and holding him down with an arm pressed against his shoulders. The healer grabbed his stomach around the wound and squeezed tightly causing Nino to scream and howl with pain thrashing around on the bed as much as he could with the teenaged lord holding him down. He could feel his skin burst and the infection oozing out of him and his stomach heaving again forcing out bile. The healer continued to squeezing stopping every now and then to wipe away the impure fluid until the pain became so bad that Nino fainted into the arms of his lord and hoped that he would never open his eyes again.
TBC
A/N: The next chapter continues the flash back and then the story will progress…I hope that this is okay ^_^
A shadow fell over him and he looked up with a glare on his face at the man that had brought him from the shadow and the teenager who were staring down at him. Nino was surprised at how young and attractive the young nobleman was but he wasn’t surprised by the way his nose wrinkled in an ugly expression of distaste at the smell that was coming up from his body. Nino didn’t even make a noise of protest as his arms were grabbed and he was turned around by his ‘owner’. The man smelt worse than he did and his hands were almost violent as he poked and prodded him while talking about him like he was a horse.
“He is scrawny…But serviceable and you must admit that the tattoo is an excellent addition as it is a good identifying mark…”
"I will take him..." the teenager said shortly and Nino felt the same surprise as his owner sounded when he started to spluttered a little;
"My lord Sakurai? Are you sure? There are plenty more that I could show you...”
"Him...I want him...” The lord said sounding like a child that was used to getting his own way and if he would throw a tantrum if he was refused now “I like the tattoo that's on his back..."
"Very well my lord…” His owner said stroking his neck slowly and Nino refused to let himself react in any way knowing that any reaction would cause trouble “He has not long come into my possession so I am not sure how well he is broken in…”
“I can see to that" Sakurai said turning Nino around and tilting his face up and smiling down at him. It wasn’t a truly happy smile, in fact it was enough to send a shiver down his spine but he fought it and kept his expression blank "You will be mine…you will be a good boy, will you not little one?"
Nino was tempted to glare or even spit at him but he decided against it. He wanted out of the cave that he was being kept in and the young lord didn't seem to be too bad. He hung his head submissively before nodding and whispering;
"Yes, my lord...”
“Good boy…” The lord ran his fingers through his hair and then pulled his hand way frowning with distaste at his hand. “He needs to be cleaned…”
“Yes my lord, there is the matter of payment…” His owner said and when they turned away he allowed himself to fall down in a heap looking at the snake which had almost vanished over the rock now its tail twitching around. When the black tail had completely vanished he dropped back onto the floor staring at the sun his head swirling and spinning leaving him with no energy to even attempt to move. Even when he a shadow fell over him again and he felt the cruel sting of water splashing over him. His body was scrubbed raw, with no care or attention given to the wounds on his body, and then he was picked up and carried down the side of the mountain to the waiting Sakurai who was standing next to a light grey powerful looking horse. A small grunt of pain forced its way out of his mouth as he was thrown up and over the beast like a sack. Sakurai jumped up behind him and then they were moving.
The bouncing of the horse and the fact that he could only see the dull earth moving below him sent him into a fevered sleep which he didn’t wake from until he felt a hand slapping at his face and heard somebody shouting at him. When he pulled his eyes open he found himself in a warm room and could smelt the scent of a fire. Sakurai was standing over him his hand raised as if he was about to give another slap to his face and quickly Nino pushed himself into a seated position.
“What is your name?” Sakurai asked very slowly his hand failing down and hitting him on the leg. “Your name…”
“Ninomiya Kazunari…Sir…” Nino answered horrified at how weak his voice was and how much it pained him to talk.
“Ninomiya? Then you are the missing son…I thought as much when I first saw you…I will hear the story of what happened to you…But first your wound needs to be treated…” Sakurai said poking at the wound on his stomach and Nino felt his head swirl a little and nausea rose up inside of him and sickness filled his mouth before he could stop it. He turned away from his new owner and retched, his whole body heaving as he emptied what little contents that he had from his stomach. The action caused him to actually feel pain and his hand swiped down clutching at his side. “Sorry…I will fetch the healer…” Nino didn’t look up when the lord left through the door just wiped his mouth with the back of his hand his nose wrinkling at the smell of his own vomit causing him to heave again but nothing came out.
The lord returned as he had started to shake violently and he guessed the older man with the bald head at his side was the healer. He resembled the monk that had visited his parents once and he gave him an almost friendly smile as he knelt down beside him.
“He is bad shape my lord Sakurai…I will need to drive out the inflection…” The healer said motioning to the wound on his stomach “But I am afraid he may not live…”
“I have just spent a healthy sum on this boy he had better live…” Sakurai spat his voice colder and harsher than Nino had ever heard a person speak before and he could hear the threat even though it was left unspoken and he could understand the fear that was in the healer’s voice when he spoke again.
“Of course, I will do what I can…You must hold him down…” the man whispered and Nino felt his lord coming up behind him and holding him down with an arm pressed against his shoulders. The healer grabbed his stomach around the wound and squeezed tightly causing Nino to scream and howl with pain thrashing around on the bed as much as he could with the teenaged lord holding him down. He could feel his skin burst and the infection oozing out of him and his stomach heaving again forcing out bile. The healer continued to squeezing stopping every now and then to wipe away the impure fluid until the pain became so bad that Nino fainted into the arms of his lord and hoped that he would never open his eyes again.
TBC
A/N: The next chapter continues the flash back and then the story will progress…I hope that this is okay ^_^
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Date: 2014-03-26 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-27 11:01 am (UTC)Thanks for reading ^_^
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Date: 2014-03-26 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-27 11:03 am (UTC)>.< he has had a hard life ne >.<
Thanks for reading ^_^
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-27 11:06 am (UTC)Thanks for reading ^_^
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Date: 2014-03-26 05:37 pm (UTC)I can't love Sho'chan but he has a dark story too I think.. Arg but he don't know how
react with other people without the need to show his strength.. Finally he looks to open himself to Masa"
Thank you Dear !
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Date: 2014-03-27 11:23 am (UTC)he has his own demons that he has had to face, Masaki is good for him ne, a gentle spirit with all the love and understanding that Sakurai needs to heal his soul :D
:DDD
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Date: 2014-03-26 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-27 11:08 am (UTC)hehe he guessed but I don't think he was as obsessed with him as Ohno seemed to be in the palace (That sounds creepier than it was meant to >.<)
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