[fanfic] Daishuuryou/Takeru - Bound part 3

Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade/Samurai Sentai Shinkenger

Cast: Daishuuryou, Shiba Takeru

Rating: R

Warning: BL, AU, OOC, crappy English

Disclaimer: I do not own anything and/or anyone

Note: I wish I can do something more to end this but I can not think of another ending for this (you know, I would so love to blame my plot bunnies and RL stuffs but it's purely my own incapability *SOBS*). Hence, this is short. 

A boy, just about his age, appearing in front of him and they fought together. A mocking smile. Witty words. A hug. A kiss.

*****

"Yo."

Takeru's steps are halted. He blinks at the lanky figure sitting on the veranda, waving cockily at him. Gathering his composure, Takeru proceeds. He sits beside the boy and put his wooden sword on the floor next to him.

"Uh oh, someone's not in a good mood." his guest comments cheekily.

Takeru pouts. "It won't hurt if you give some notice before coming here, you know."

"You said that I am always welcomed here."

"True." Takeru nods. "But there's a common thing called manner, Tsukasa."

The boy named Tsukasa grins cheekily at him. "I'm not popular for my manner. In fact, I think some people is having a problem with my manner."

"You think?" Takeru lifts his eyebrows in amusement. He puts on his geta and walks away to the yard, bringing his wooden sword with him. He starts his practice. 

"Talking about manner but look at you. Is it a good manner to abandon a guest and continue on with your daily exercise?" Tsukasa teases him.

A sharp swing of the wooden sword. "You're hardly a guest." Takeru states.

Tsukasa rises from his spot and walks up to his host. With arms folded in front of his chest, he watches Takeru practice. A quirky smile is plastered on his lips and Takeru gives him an annoyed look.

"What are you doing standing there? You can get hit." He grumbles.

Tsukasa smirks and moves behind the young lord. His long arms snake around Takeru's waist and firmly pulling him into a tight embrace. Takeru yelps but isn't really trying to move away. Tsukasa's face is already so close to his, anyway. His warm breath wafting over Takeru's ear and cheek, sending a gentle shiver down his spine. Takeru is sure that his cheeks are crimson at the moment. He looks down to his feet and closes his eyes. A soft gasp escapes his lips when Tsukasa presses a gentle kiss on his cheek then to his ear.

The kiss tickles and Takeru bites his lips so not to chuckle. He squirms a little and Tsukasa nibbles at his earlobe teasingly. Takeru turns his head to face Tsukasa and kisses his cheek chastely. 

"I have to practice." he whispers, a bit raggedly because his heart is practically racing by Tsukasa's touch and the hands that rest on his stomach feel so warm through the layer of his kendo-gi. 

"Hmm." Tsukasa mumbles. He releases Takeru after a while and walks away to sit on the veranda again. He sits there until Takeru finishes his practice and kisses him again after that.

*****

Daishuuryou comes to him every night. Sometimes before dinner, sometimes after that or way past midnight. But he always gone every time Takeru opens his eyes in the morning. He is always rough and doesn't hold himself on whatever account. The more Takeru struggles, the more ferocious Daishuuryou becomes. It's like he wants to make a point to Takeru that fighting is not going to do him any good. That it's worthless.

Every small part of him that still has a will to fight is beaten down one by one every single time Daishuuryou comes to him. 

Takeru can feel that he gets weaken every single day. Day by day, he only lays there on the bed or the daybed, looking blankly at the ceiling or to the sky or anything. He curls up, crying helplessly like a little child. He wonders why he's still alive, why he is still there letting himself be used. Is it his pride? He no longer have any purpose. He no longer have duties. He is no longer the 19th head of the Shiba clan. He is a slave.

And Daishuuryou is his master.

But he is not a slave. He is a samurai. A samurai only serve the master that they choose and swore their life and loyalty to and follow him every step of the way.

Daishuuryou is his master.

A master he doesn't choose by himself.

Daishuuryou is his master.

He embraces the inevitable fact. It's the truth. His only truth.

-END-