Rating: R
Disclaimer: Own nothing!
Warning: BL, AU, OOC, crappy English
Note: Ini excerpt dari fanfic Bound yg dulu itu. Sebenernya ada niatan ini mau dijadiin proyek NaNoWriMo gue tapi gue sama sekali gak kepikiran gimana caranya bikin cerita frustrating kaya gini jadi 50ribu kata. Yang ada gue makin stress XD dan karena ini excerpt, maafkan kalo agak gejeh ya. Nanti setelah NaNo mungkin, MUNGKIN, akan gue rapiin dan selesaiin. Tapi kayanya gue akan ngurusin kawinan bakappuru di sana yang jadinya tertunda karena NaNoWriMo *siap2 ditabrak dan disruduk*Daishuuryou is still not being gentle with him. Sometimes he's even rougher and forces himself to Takeru without warning. Once every other day, he will stay in the room and not letting Takeru sleep or even has a shut eye. Those are the days that he enters the room with annoyed look and rage. After the third time, Takeru suspects something is happening out there and Daishuuryou is not approved of whatever it is.
Takeru always end up losing his conciousness and finds the bruise on his body accumulating. Every time he embraces the pain. At least, it's a familiar feeling.
The last time, Daishuuryou is fucking him like he's possessed. He's not holding back and lashing out all of his anger to Takeru. Almost strangling and choking him. Takeru struggles and try to escape but Daishuuryou is too strong and the chain binds him tighter. Somewhere in the middle, Takeru passes out and waking up only to find that even an unconscious companion is not a problem for him. Takeru smells blood. His blood. This time, the pain is excruciating and Takeru screams.
He doesn't know what's stopping Daishuuryou in the end. He just stop, leaving Takeru on the messy bed; exhausted, torn, bruised, bleeding and broken.
Two slaves tend to his bruises. The torn skin where the silver chain has hurt him from yanking and too much struggling, the bluish spots on his upper arm, near the neck, chest, stomach, thigh and every where else. They soak healing herb to his bath water to sooth the pain and make him drink potions. Daishuuryou is not happy with the smell of the herb, potions and ointment and leave Takeru alone for days.
Takeru is somewhat lost in the big room. He just lie on the bed, not moving. He lets his body takes as much rest as it can get and taking time to heal. He forces himself to eat and not let himself dehydrate. But even moving from the bed to the daybed is too much for his body. So once he reaches one place, he prefers not to move again for a very long time.
He sleeps. A lot. Dozing here and now. Flashes of dreams and maybe memories. Sometimes he replays in his mind, the daily life back in Shiba mansion. Waking up before sunrise, sword practise and calligraphy, breakfast, more practice and then Chiaki will whine for them to go out or visiting Genta's cart, then they will be back at the mansion for evening practice, dinner, bath and then discussing things with Jii over tea and some sweets. Sometimes he will stay up late, reading or maybe meditating. Takeru is careful to maintain that he is always alert and in good shape. He is, after all, the 19th head of the Shiba clan. Some other times, he stays up very late or ends up not sleeping at all. Some times he even skip the entire day. Those are the times when Tsukasa comes to the mansion. Sometimes with his friends. Most of the times, alone.
He feels happy, even though only a little bit. At least, he can close his eyes and not seeing bad strange dreams and the corner of his mouth is slightly curved upward into a smile. A small, almost invincible smile. Sometimes, the fond memory hurts, more than the physical pain, even more than the sadness. And that always makes him weep pitifully.
The emptiness grows bigger whenever he wipes his tears away.
And Daishuuryou's not even there to distract him from the emptiness.
It's tragic but it's sadly true. The pain Daishuuryou causes him always manage to make him empty his mind and focuses on the pain instead of any other feelings and thoughts he might be having. At least, that way, he has no time to think or feel anything but the pain.
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Takeru feels a hand touching his arm and caressing gently. He opens his eyes and sees Daishuuryou there, standing beside the daybed with a frown on his forehead. Takeru coughs a little.
"You're warm." Daishuuryou states and Takeru is not answering. He's been in high fever for two days but he refuses to be lead to the bed by the slaves who take care of him. He wants to be near to the window so he can see the sky and doze and daydream. He shifts away from Daishuuryou's touch, even though weakly. He eyes the sky again and doesn't bother when he feels the space near his feet sinks a little.
"Have you eaten?" Daishuuryou asks again.
Takeru nods this time.
"Do they give you medicine?"
Another nod. The next second, he feels a pair of strong arms under his knees and his arms and his body is lifted from the daybed. Takeru yelps.
"No." he protests.
"You should be on the bed."
His hand touched Daishuuryou's chest and he grasps the black fabric of Daishuuryou's clothes under his palm. He shakes his head. "No. I want to stay here."
"I can't manage to let you be any sicker."
Takeru blinks at his master. Daishuuryou wears an annoyed look. But Takeru won't fool himself by thinking that Daishuuryou is worried over him. Takeru averts his eyes side ways and whispers. "Please."
Daishuuryou is silent and then he put Takeru back on the daybed. Takeru sighs and rests his arm over his forehead. His fever is getting better, actually. He blinks again as Daishuuryou covers him with warm blanket and takes place beside him. He pulls Takeru closer and wraps his arms around Takeru.
The samurai is baffled. He blinks several time but bites his lips so he won't make any comment on the loving gesture. Daishuuryou may not be thinking anything for his actions. Takeru is his and Daishuuryou doesn't look like the type of guy who will like it to lose his possession. So Takeru stays silent. He can't do anything, either. He shifts, lifting up his eyes to look at the sky.
It's not blue today. A bit grey, instead. The clouds are hanging heavily and ready to pour out rain. Takeru wonders how high this room is because he's sure he can almost see some thunder inside the cloud.
The hold around him tightens a bit. Takeru shifts so he won't get crush and that only means to move closer against Daishuuryou's chest. A couple of time and unconsciously, he find his breathing is matching Daishuuryou's rhythm. He falls asleep again.
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