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All these posts within twenty-four hours I will hurt!

I finally managed to combine my passion for new BJD with those for writing and I wrote this short little story that explains, in a fictional course, as these creatures resin have arrived in my life.

Title: Crossings
Fandom: Original
Characters: Aida Monte Frondoso, Okita Soji (mine are), appointed other
Party: self-contained stories
Rating: G
Word Count: 1566 (Word dixit)
Summary: ... all in one sitting right in the city was the insistent chatter: what had did the young daughter of the Duke of Monte Frondoso?
Notes: The characters are mine, so far no other. Or, to scriverre this story I was inspired by the background that I imagined for my doll collection. I also mentioned other doll collectors, which I hope will not have it, my gesture is meant as a sign of esteem for them. Rigrazio, then, for inspiring me michiru_kaiou7 , my beloved and beta spingitrice into the abyss of the BJD world, nanael and _kaze_chan_ and many others I wanted to mention, maybe next time!


The evening newspaper headline on the page of local news "is missing a star" and all living in one well of the city was the insistent chatter: what had become of the young daughter of the Duke of Monte Frondoso? Where was Aida, whose sweet voice had touched men and women from all walks of life from the stage of the prestigious opera houses in the World?
The story went something like this.
Aida Monte Frondoso, second daughter of the Duke, who owns acres and acres of olive production and of the family castle, and much more that would be tedious and inappropriate to list here, had left little more than a child to learn to sing because her voice was sweet and sharp of the extraordinary from an early age. The Duke's father, who was man of the world and culture, rather than seeing that his daughter segregated in some monastery in the country, without calling as it was, had agreed to send her abroad to study, although the job of singer it suited him to a girl of good family. He shrugged his shoulders to the objections of his wife - to have a husband, I can not marry - laconic reply, as the family property would be inherited by his eldest son and to divide or dispose of their property was out. We said then that Aida
girl left the ancestral castle and traveled the length and breadth of Europe, first as a student and then as a singer in his early and brilliant career. He was loudly applauded by the Vienna and London, Paris and Berlin. And certainly, for the sake of the true need to say, was not only his voice to palpitate the hearts of aristocrats, musicians and artists of the Old Continent: the beauty of Aida was second only to his talent.
After much hype and so much traveling, it was time for the young duchess to return home by the father so understanding, to cry, poor thing, on the bedside of his dying mother.
Like any devoted daughter, Aida wore mourning for six months without attending the beautiful world or perform, but the day finally came back and was chosen as the venue for the recital, of course, the little theater of the castle of Monte Frondoso, a event open only to a few lucky fans and notables of the city. It was the day before the show, after completing the tests, that the Duchess was seen moving away along the path down to the river for their usual afternoon walk, walk, from which Aida Monte Frondoso was never returned.
most credible voice among the ladies sipping tea at five, was that the girl, already accustomed to the dissolute life, because you know that underneath that makes the singer is not a saint, had run off with the Duke Aleksandr Mikahilov, his great admirers, but already the father of two adorable little girls, why the Duke of Monte Frondoso had never frowned upon the friendship between the two. So the beautiful Aida had fled the country and his prince charming? The Duke Mikahilov had returned to Russia and there was no way to track him down to have it confirmed. Yet if women snaked gossip in pink hues, among the notables of city, gathered at the club drinking scotch and smoking cigars in Tuscany, a version made its way to crime: a madman, a murderess, perhaps a deranged fan, "go figure, it is a moment" ... a boost and the young lady falls water and the current brings her beautiful body so far ...
vociava the city and the poor Duke, alone in his castle, weeping over the disappearance too premature to wonder what his daughter.

But what had really happened? Aida
walked along the path of holm oak and elm trees that skirted the bend of the river, repassed in mind that the songs would sing the next day, as he fiddled with the wide-brimmed hat. He threw a look behind to assess the distance from the castle still had a half an hour before having to return home. He continued along the same road singing half-heartedly, a sparrow flew past and the distracted for a few moments, and when he returned to set the path, the scene before him was quite different: no longer the tall shady trees, the dirt The roar of the water. Aida found himself at a crossroads in the middle of a campaign never seen before, he could be near his house, wheat, sunflowers in the fields, could belong to the estate of Monte Frondoso, but could not remember ever having been there and, above all, he had no idea how it had arrived!
- Oh God! - Exclaimed shocked.
A thick in the pit of the stomach paralyzed, was not the type to get scared for so little, but just could not understand what could have happened. He turned around looking for a sign, a sign, something that would help, but there was nothing but an impossible intersection traversed by a number of streets, paths, lanes, avenues, each type of road seemed to go from there.
- What place is this? - Wondered el'arrabbiato between dismay.
- is the intersection of all places and all times - answered a tawny-haired little girl who appeared out of nowhere, sitting on the floor playing with rocks.
- And you? - Aida asked worried.
- Waiting for my father, you know, he is the god of death - the girl said softly, kidnapped by his friends always rocks.
- How? - Dismayed the Duchess asked, but did not have time to investigate further that a woman from clothing and a bright peach-colored hair almost swept away.
- Get out of the way, do not you see I'm in a hurry? They called me for a job ... - and the stranger took a road that traveled with complacency on his boots with heel twelve.
- Oh, poor me - Aida groaned, already prey to despair, but soon there were no more traces of the girl or woman.
- Life is not other than suffering - joined her voice to a young man. He was a boy of about twenty, twenty-five years from the look sad and sorrowful, but what was worse, the boy did not have a body, it was just a floating head. Aida stared and let out a scream - I know - the boy moaned - I'm just a head, for now, my body must be somewhere, just not here yet.
- I understand - Aida nodded terrified.
- Do not pay any, the next time we meet maybe I'll have my body, but is not yet time. How it works, here: when it's time you find yourself at the crossroads of all places and all times and you can go anywhere want. You see, if you took the narrow and uphill, arrived in Japan, Heian era, but if I followed that path to the right would end in Tokyo shortly before the end of the world. This is my destiny, the roads are many, but in the end we find the people we love always, it's all about the right moment.
- So if you go East from there, going in the opposite direction I should go back to the West, in Italy, at my house? - Aida asked puzzled about the idea of a floating head, though beautiful and kind, not convinced, even in his heart he was wondering if she had become mad, but the head was the only person to turn.
- I do not know, Miss, I can only walk the streets for me, to know her, that is not set out - the affable head smiled - Oh, all gods, is not that there Seishiro-san? - Said of a sudden the guy - I gotta go, I have to get there. Farewell, farewell my dear, so we will meet soon.
Aida was alone again, more and more frightened and forlorn, staring at all those streets, wondering - What is right for me?
- Follow me, "said a sudden a little boy, twelve or thirteen years, not more, elegantly dressed like some oriental prints that Aida had seen in the studio of his painter friend.
- Who are you?
- I Okita Soji, to serve the Shogun. My teacher and I have lost touch, but I knew that here I would find someone for me. Sure, you're not my teacher, nor a fellow kendo, but even if you're female, I'll try to love you the same.
The boy was so tender that a frown to a smile and ran Aida reached out to caress his head.
- You baby - she said lovingly.
- not true! - Resented the boy and ran ahead along a dirt road.
- Where do you go? Do not leave me alone - I called Aida, regretted what he had said a moment ago.
- I'm going forward, you will reach me. The road you find yourself.
- No, I do not know where to go, little Soji not run away!
- Dai, Aida, she is waiting for us, even if it still does not know - Soji replied hint of a smile.
Aida plucked up his courage, he picked up his hat, that among the many emotions he had fallen out of hand, and they set forth along the same path that the boy had indicated the Japanese. Wherever she went, she hoped so much to feel good.

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Crossing Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 7

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (now Tokyo). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays).
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 17:00 pm silence is a salvation
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remember, if it were looking for inspiration!



Year 1867, March
Edo, now the Palace Chiyoda
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Another day turned out to Chiyoda-jo and the inhabitants of the palace were preparing for a new long night of love, deception and plots. The murder of Asahi was still one of the most debated issues in the halls of the court, but other scandals already stood out to contend for the comments of the courtiers of Edo. Perhaps a poet would have one day dedicated to those deaths a haiku, or the two lovers would have become the subject for a drama of Kabuki (Kabuki theater was born in Kyoto in the early seventeenth century, as a combination of singing, dancing and acting. Initially recited only women, then for moral reasons the stage was reserved for men only, as in the Elizabethan theater in England almost during those years. Were shown news items, usually tragic, often with very little time between the event and representation, so that the event quickly became public knowledge. It was a form of theater that had a great following among the emerging class of merchants and craftsmen), however the record would soon become the story and then oblivion. Despite this, or perhaps precisely because of this, Ito Sojiro could not find the serenity of the past. Everything happened so fast, Asahi was dead, Aso was dead and the second page, which had participated in the affair, had fled, the only one left to hear the facts as they had done that night was him and the weight of that truth of the oppressed. He would have preferred to give his hand to the dog's death, but it was not possible without knowing the reason for outrage. Many things should have been done differently, but now there could fix it. He had been in bed with a fake cold, three days, then, could not bear to be treated as a sick man without being one, had resumed everyday life: training, studies, meetings with other samurai, but he had always 'impression that people knew everything and expecting a good time to expose to public ridicule, something totally impossible, but feel like walking on broken glass, and this does not help his mood. Then there were the nightmares and sleep deprivation influenced not just on its performance in the exercises, his face, always so cheerful, they fly in the ointment, assuming an unpleasant gray color and many are worried about his health. The more people asked him what was wrong, he felt more Sojiro with their backs to the wall and had motions of anger: he had run out of excuses to be invented.

So, that afternoon in late March, his fifteen years stored for a week without them even celebrated, Sojiro found himself faced with the problem again.
"I did not nothing wrong, Sato-sensei" he said angrily to his teacher, who had informed on his condition.
"Sojiro-kun, the fairy tales tell her your mother, I know what happened to you and I know that is not easy to go on ... "
" You know, master? "Sojiro interrupted him coldly," Let me doubt that statement: you know nothing "is
Masanori let out a sigh that made Sojiro quivering with indignation.
"Have you ever been to Hakone?" (Tourist destination near Tokyo, in Kanagawa Prefecture, famous for its hot springs and views of Mount Fuji)
"As a child,"
"We will go there for some time. The abbot of the temple at Lake Ashi is my countryman, we will host in the guesthouse of the monastery. There are some beautiful hot springs, mountains all around, snow-covered Mount Fuji: there must be still a lot of snow at this time. You'll see that there find peace "
" You can leave Edo so, without good reason, "he asked amazed Sojiro, uncertain whether to rejoice or not the idea of having to start again.
"We are in a period of relative peace and I have urgent assignments at the Palace. I can take weeks for my studies of Buddhism. "
"Since we are at your service, I never saw him open a book of theology and go to the temple only when absolutely necessary," said the boy was skeptical.
"Oh, there's always the first time!" Laughed Masanori "We will find peace and quiet up there. Silence is the thing you most need now, no one asks how you are, no lie, to hide dark circles or bad dreams. Up there, in that paradise, you know reconciled with the past and accept what has happened, and then you start again, more mature and more aware of when you arrived in Edo. "
"No need, it's all right, Master!"
"Denial is the first phase of pain" was about to retort but Sojiro Masanori stopped him with a wave of his hand, then drew her to him and gave him a resounding kiss on front.
Their relationship took a strange turn: father and son seemed to be more than lovers, despite Masanori Sojiro had promised to deal with, and these had sworn eternal fidelity, according to the ritual. Sojiro let you fondle and kiss with relative ease, his mother had spoiled him much, because the boy was accustomed to the effusions, and the night sharing the bed with Masanori, but his sleep was disturbed by nightmares and certainly did not dare push the Sato their intimacy beyond some caress each other. He knew that if he tried, Sojiro would not oppose, but would prefer the intimacy, so alive in him a sense of oppression suffered; Masanori instead wanted their first time was a positive experience for both of them: he looked and he bore . A bear for too long però si rischia d'impazzire, così Sato mirava a divagarsi un po' alle terme, dove sapeva esserci sempre qualche casa da tè, con donne o uomini compiacenti. Sarebbe certo potuto andare a sfogarsi a Yoshiwara (il quartiere del piacere di Edo), ma sarebbe stato indecoroso farsi trovare in compagnia di un kagema (uomo che vendeva il proprio corpo ad altri uomini) o di una prostituta quando la sua relazione con Sojiro era da poco sulla bocca di tutti: sarebbe passato per un uomo infedele e meschino, e qualche malalingua, più maligna di altre, avrebbe provveduto ad informare il suo wakashu del misfatto, intenta a scatenare un altro dramma della gelosia. Proprio per evitare l'invadenza della gente, Masanori aveva deciso di fare qual viaggio. Sojiro was no fool, he would forgive a fling there, out of sight and the chatter of people, but not in Chiyoda, where they had a reputation to maintain.

Notes:
Kabuki: Kabuki the early seventeenth century was born in Kyoto, as a combination of singing, dancing and acting. Initially recited only women, then for moral reasons the stage was reserved for men only, as in the Elizabethan theater in England almost the same time. Were shown news items, usually tragic, often with very little time between the event and representation, so that the event quickly became public knowledge. It was a form of theater that had a great following among the emerging class of merchants and craftsmen.
Hakone: tourist destination near Tokyo, in Kanagawa Prefecture, famous for its hot springs and views of Mount Fuji.
Yoshiwara: the pleasure district of Edo.
Kagema: man who sold her body to other men.

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Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 6

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687 or during the era Tokugawa, to Edo (Tokyo currently is). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays). Strong scenes of violence!
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 8:00 am A lie to survive
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, you Please have in mind in case you are looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, March
Edo Palace Chiyoda
Now the Dragon

Masanori stared at the boy's face swollen knees at his feet: he was one of the pages service Asahi-san, Taro Aso called and had more or less than eighteen years. Despite the beating, he had not said a word and the sentence of death not intimidated: he had been surprised in the rooms of Sojiro, Sato exactly as expected, in the middle of the night. Maybe he was sent to finish the job the night before or perhaps to kidnap the boy, there was no way to make him speak, nor did he even mentioned the name of his master. Basically Masanori expected a loyalty so boundless, he would not have helped his master to perpetrate his crime: he had to be so blindly in love with Asahi-san to be considered his duty to force the object of his libido man to have intimate relationships with them. Commendable, but repulsive.
"By this we do not get anything here," he finally said to one of his men and left the basement of the palace, where the boy had been confined. Asahi now was alert, knew that his servant had been discovered, and probably was preparing countermove, Masanori therefore did not have much time. He could not sue the samurai if the servant was not his name, but he could not leave unpunished such cowardice. He then went back in Asahi private rooms, where he knew that he was intent on breakfast. Asahi is a little surprised to see him in his presence, but he did sit with all the honors that were due and invited him to share a meal with him. Masanori
declined without beating about the bush and came to the heart of the matter.
"Taro Aso is my prisoner, he confessed your crime, but also without giving credit to the words of a page, I am sure that Mori-sama, your daymno, will recognize the badge of the guy and he will not sull'abito , that the good name of the family is treated as a fact of violent carnal
"Taro-kun would never say anything to harm" ruled with arrogance Asahi. He had tried to hide behind a finger or to buy his silence, which meant that it was safe to get away, he thought Masanori quickly assess the situation.
"I do not care more than you to tell Mori-sama what you do at night, but know, my dear friend, that you took something that was promised to me. I'll do anything to avenge the "
" The boy is not yours any more than was mine. I know for a fact that does not sleep with him, I did spy "
"I waited for a propitious date for both. However, you can not get by force what you can not have been flirting with the "
" Just between us, Masanori-san, the guy is not worth the candle, you might beat against me for a little boy too powerless ? "scoffed the man.
Sato was impressed by the revelation that goat Asahi had mistaken for impotence that the boy had enjoyed during the act, which made him even more stupid in his eyes. "If you report me to my daymno" continued the samurai "is' well, but the only that will lose will be your student's reputation. You know I do, I leave, I went fury, Taro-kun, and you can kill if it makes you feel better, I do not care. " Masanori
's hands trembled, he would have liked to draw his sword and take the head clean off, but to commit a murder in broad daylight in the private rooms of a member of the Mori clan was not a brilliant idea, and he knew damn. Someone else would have challenged the weapon that would kill that animal.
"Mettimelo writing"
"What are you, a merchant?" Asahi laughed rudely.
"Do not I will never speak again of this story, write down who was raping Ito Aso-kun-kun and affix your seal and that of the clan. The hand over to the authorities and justice takes its course "
Asahi shrugged and nodded," You will have the letter of the day "
" No, now, "Masanori rebuked him, leading for the first time on my hand 'handle of his katana. Asahi, not hiding his annoyance, he needed to bring the writing staff and the fictional confession. Sato took his leave with due reference, but did not go the head of internal police, returned to the basement where his men were awaiting orders.
"I spoke with your boss for your issue and he gave me a notarized statement from his seal. I guess you can read "
threw the roll between the legs of the boy crouched on the floor and he opened the letter with trembling hands and, as his eyes ran down the sheet, his face contorted in a grimace of pain: his master, his beloved master, for which you would be thrown into the fire, had betrayed him and left him to die like a dog.
"I surrendered to police for permission to Shogun, I guess you know what they do to rapists ... "
Aso raised his eyes full of tears and anger towards Masanori" That kid did not deserve the affection of his master, he even dared to reject it! "
" Sojiro-kun he understood immediately what you see just now: your boss is a coward. He does not deserve a man like you, who has made Fidelity the way forward, pay for a crime he has committed. If this were a just world, Asahi-san, the wicked should die and you Taro Aso, a reflection of loyalty and devotion to young people should be singled out for the unflinching pursuit of Virtue. But this is not a just world, no? "
Aso said nothing, but shook with anger to the letter in hand. Masanori center knew he had done and continued in its "I trust your honesty, Aso-kun, I know you personally deliver them to the authorities and cleared your master of my allegations, so it will take you to there in irons. You're free to go "and, with an eloquent gesture of the arm, pointed to the door open behind him. The men protested, but did not give him Masanori importance. Aso stood up and gave back the roll in the hands of Sato, then, with renewed dignity, left the prison.
few hours later would spread the story all over the Edo Chiyoda to a page that had stabbed to death his lover, a very influential samurai, and then took his own life. No one knew the exact reason for the gesture, but there are rumors that it was a crime of passion, as often happened between lovers betrayed.

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Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 5

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (Tokyo currently is). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays). Strong scenes of violence!
Written by: my table on 24h prompt cold inside 13:00
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remember In case you are looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, the day following the feast of the Snake

Edo Palace Chiyoda

Now Goat

Sojiro did not show up for morning exercises, or for breakfast with the teacher, but as the night before there had been party, nor his fellow soldiers or excessively worried Sato for that absence. It was just after noon that a waitress came to tidy the room, found him still with the formal dress wear, the untrimmed hair, curled up into an egg that was shaking like a leaf. Frightened, she went to inform them Matsumoto and his master. When

Masanori Sojiro entered the room, he realized that something serious had happened the night before and that the absence of the boy era dovuta al troppo sakè. Si sedé accanto al suo allievo, ordinò che accendessero il braciere e portassero del tè bollente, poi, con la voce più placida che trovò, chiese cosa non andasse. Il ragazzo si tirò a sedere e s'inchinò profondamente davanti al maestro: “Ho disonorato me stesso, la mia famiglia e voi, Sato-sensei. Per questo è mio dovere togliermi la vita e lavare nel sangue l'onta subita”.

Frasi da romanzi per dame annoiate, pensò Masanori. Ai giovani piaceva riempirsi la bocca di termini come “onore”, “lavare l'onta” e il sepuku suscitava un fascino romantico nei ragazzi, troppo immaturi per capire il significato della morte.

"Please put aside your guilt, because, as I am your master, if you were wrong, then I'm wrong with you."

"Shame prevents me from mucking up your ears with ugly stories"

"Sojiro-kun, before I lose my patience and make you talk to the sound of spanking, because you're acting like a little boy, tell me what the hell happened last night "was not one to Masanori novels with ladies and children abandoned ephebic, he was a man of action and it would not allow his student to put on such a small theater for some disagreement among adolescents. His view was that nothing could be that any offense caused or arrecategli the circle of peers with whom he had spent the feast of the Snake, the young men liked so much to make a tragedy for a trifle, had so few real concerns for their age to make a bonfire for each spark they saw.

Sojiro finally looked at him in the face and the mask of equanimity which he had worn until then, he defeated in a moment. Her hazel eyes filled with tears and tried to hold back to explain what had happened, but this was a sequel to "Master, forgive me" who knew little and Masanori nothing.

"Sojiro-kun, please, I did not understand anything of what you are trying to tell me. Asahi-san, two pages, the letter, the swords ... What are you trying to tell me? "

The boy stood up and handed the note Asahi Sato-san had written the night before" I was so foolish, I realized it was a trap, and when I told Asahi -san that I did not sleep with him, two of his servants attacked me and Asahi-san ... "But did not finish the sentence because the memory of violence made him tremble violently.

Masanori turned over the note between his fingers a few times, thinking about the previous night, to Asahi drunk, who spoke with a Sojiro wakashu of Togukawa-sama, then remembered the episode the boy had told him a month earlier, the two Asahi pages of talking how their master had been infatuated with Sojiro and how they had declared that he was not interested. He found the whole thing distasteful and unworthy of a samurai.

"You have the right to retaliate for the wrongs they have suffered, Sojiro-kun. I do not see why it should be the one to do seppuku. The shogun recognize your family the right to revenge and you kill the dog freely, I will testify in your favor "

" I'd open my belly to tell my father that I get overwhelmed as a maid at the mercy of his master " Masanori silent, undecided about which was the wisest thing to do now, but the train of thought was interrupted by the voice broken by the crying of boy "Him. He said that I should not have remorse for having forced him to do what he did, he forgave me ... So he said "

" Typical of the executioner to blame the crime on his victim. Not your fault, Sojiro-kun, could you do that? Get yourself killed those three infamous? "

" It would have been better, "sobbed the boy.

"No, it would have been better, and you know it, because a true hero you have gritted my teeth and endured the torture. This makes me very proud of you, my boy! "

" Proud, Sato-sensei, "he asked incredulously Sojiro.

Masanori just smiled, while the held out the steaming cup of tea brought by a maid.

"Do you trust your teacher?"

"Yes, Sato-sensei, of course yes"

"In that case, let me to think of revenge and do not need your father or other people to know what happened really. We will say that you caught a cold and stay in bed a few days, just until you feel fit again. Asahi-san is certainly possessed by a demon that makes him unable to act according to good standards of the warrior code, so tonight will be another error, only this time you will find me waiting "

" I can not let my teacher dirty his hands with the blood of a man so vile "

" Oh, I did not do anything, do everything by myself, but this will take time: revenge is a dish best tasted cold. "

Sojiro unconvinced nodded and squeezed her arms around his chest rubbing vigorously on your skin since his return to his room he had done nothing to shake and even the sun that illuminated the room was able to warm it up a bit '. It was as if her blood was frozen and nothing could melt, nor spoke, nor the burning pot or tea. A bitter cold had seized him, a cold that came from within. He had learned that a death by exsanguination brings with tremors and a growing feeling cold, had to be true even for the wounds of the heart, because nothing could warm it up.

"You feel cold?" Said Masanori saw him tremble, but he knew it was fear, fear for the bad experience.

"It's nothing, sensei," jeered the boy is with stoic attitude that years of training ironclad had inculcated in the head.

"Can I?" Said Masanori opening their arms and moving toward him. It was unusual that a man sought physical contact with a person who did not belong to his family or with which we do not entertain romantic relationships, sometimes even between mother and child effusions were extremely rare, so Masanori remained unruffled front of horrified expression of his young pupil and, as usual, did what he thought best: hugged him, letting him rest his head on his chest and stroked him as his mother had done with him in a distant time of his childhood. The wide sleeves of her kimono almost completely enveloped the slender body of Sojiro, yes and no weighed a hundred pounds, and the tape that held the tail broke dropped her dark hair on the cloth of black silk, giving the boy a still more confused. It seemed one of his daughters when they ran from him after having been scolded by the nurse, and wondered how anyone could entertain thoughts of evil to a creature so innocent.

Sojiro was paralyzed in the embrace, totally unexpected, the teacher, his arms wrapped around him with mighty force, but without hurting him and the rhythmic movement of his chest, cradling him unconsciously closed his eyes for a moment and the cold was gone, as well as fear.

"was to be my first time for you" he whispered to the fabric of the kimono and buried his head in his chest that reassuring. Masanori pretended not to hear, but knew then that he would accept the presence of that little boy in his bed at the appropriate time.

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Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 4

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (l ' Tokyo currently is). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays). Strong scenes of violence!
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 03:00 There was nothing to feel remorse
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remember, if it were looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, in March, the feast of the Snake

Edo Palace Chiyoda

Now the Tiger

Chiyoda Palace stood out in the black sky with its massive structure and its sloping roofs, but that night, under those roofs blacks, between the walls of the city, lost in a maze of doors and screens, was consumed during a disgrace that would have given the dramatic events of this story.

Throughout the day there was a bustle of guests for the feast of the Snake: Shogun and his family had organized a successful banquet of running water, where the nobles and the ladies were challenged to recite poetry whenever they were joined by a nice cup of sake on floating boats in the shape of dragons along the path of streams in the spring garden. It was an ancient tradition to ward off the spirits and purify, but eventually became an excuse to drink and recite rhymes licentious. For Sojiro was the first time took part in a banquet so sumptuous, was the wakashu of Togukawa-sama to invite to the ceremony. The boy was sitting along the artificial river, along with other comrades in arms, and had listened to the verses of great poets of the court, ladies and many Dayma realized for the occasion. He was touched to him, two or three times, having to raise a glass and recite a haiku. He dusted off the old Chinese poems and had some success for his erudition, but his voice made faint with emotion, was not reached the ears of all present and, flushed with embarrassment, he had to repeat the poem almost yelling. Anyway it was fun listening to the gossip of the court of the mouths of naughty boys his age, almost everyone already involved in relationships more or less serious. Sojiro last fifteen years he reached the middle of the month and then was planning to declare to his teacher, who had observed with his sly smile from the opposite bank for most of the time.

The evening had continued to close in the halls of the palace: the laughter, food, wine, lights, sounds and colors of a great party without end. When he realized he had drunk more than he can bear, Sojiro left the banquet rooms and went upstairs to go to bed. Only dreamed of taking off the dress and ceremonial plunge into a long sleep. Shortly before reaching the flat, Sato-sensei, two pages stopped him along the corridor. One held a lantern, the other handed him a letter, penned a few lines with beautiful writing for an invitation to meet Asahi-san in his room. An unusual gesture for a man so practical label, but it would have been rude to refuse and so, reluctantly, followed the two boys.

Asahi-san was still wearing her beautiful wedding dress, dark hakama and a sleeveless jacket with a dark green carved with motifs of the lotus flower. Sojiro sat down where he was expected and indicated that his guest decided to speak did not take long to realize that the man was drunk and thought he could take leave so quickly without the other way had to be offended.

"I am pleased that you decided to visit me, Ito-kun"

"Your request was so polished that I could not decline the invitation. Did you have something urgent to tell he could not wait for the dawn of tomorrow, Asahi-san? "

" Oh, what turns cold, my boy. Want to drink? "

" Thank you, big brother, but I think I drank just for today "

The man poured the sake into the glass itself and the boy stared with empty eyes.

"Asahi-san, is there anything I can do for you?"

seemed that his guest had forgotten how his presence for a moment, because it ravvenne and stared at him as if he expected to see him there.

"Your poems were wonderful: to quote the great Li Po with such certainty, really commendable. And your voice, that of a canary ... so young ... so childish. How old are you really, Ito-kun? They tell me that she seems much less "

" I will make fifteen short and, if nothing else, I would go back into my room and let it rest as you deserve, Asahi-san, "said that he got up and started to leave room, but he was harpooned by the flap of the hakama man, who watched from the bottom up like a dog abandoned by its master.

"Do not go, do not leave me here alone in pining another night without your warmth to keep me awake"

"Asahi-san, I thought my silence was a denial more than decent for your person, but since I am forced to say bad things with your inappropriate behavior, then you know that I have no transport sentimental to you and see you drunk begging for my company not only increases in me the belief that you're not the man to whom I wish to commend my youth. Ricomponetevi, mostly for yourself and for me that I did not leave you in the heart of what a state of gloomy sorrow "

The man put his hand to his face and laughed; Sojiro was disgusted by so much brutality and opened the shoji to exit, but the two pages who had accompanied him jumping up to his appearance and his hands to swords.

"What does that mean," asked the shocked boy.

"It means that our owner is not usually accept a 'no' for an answer and a brat like you just arrived from the countryside, should just be honored that the attention that our Lord asks him," said the bigger of the two, Sojiro pushing in the room: they fell back and the second was on him in a flash, depriving him of the swords. It was night, no one would come hearing screams or sounds of battle, to oppose groped Sojiro could only come out dead, so do not even try to rebel when Asahi-san came up, full of wine, and dissolved the obi.

staggered into the darkness of the hall silent, Ito Sojiro tried to reach his room. He had pain in his arms and back, there where the dogs hit him to immobilize had hurt between the buttocks, there was had been breached, and had pain in my heart, its spirit of a warrior wounded and humiliated, but however hard he tried try to imagine a different ending, did not understand how he could avoid what has just occorsogli. He might despise the message of Asahi-san, but would mean only postpone the inevitable, if not even more wicked man. He could fight, but it was three against one, and certainly, had prepared for such an occurrence. He did the only wise thing that was flashed while the events precipitate had tried to contain the damage and had not issued a single groan. It could not be said to have brought home the honor, but at least the skin.

What were the most stinging words of Asahi-san, when, with a satisfied grin had left him free to move "You should not feel remorse for having forced you to violence, Ito-kun, I forgive you."

Throwing cold on a futon, Sojiro wondered how he would face presented to the teacher the next day.

Notes:
Li Po: Also known as Li Bai, was a Chinese poet of the eighth century. AD, the most famous of the time Tang and Chinese literature in general.

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Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 3

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687 or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (Tokyo currently is). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays).
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 07:00 Overcome
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remember, if it were looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, February

Edo Palace Chiyoda

Now Dragon

It was a cold winter and the humid climate of Edo made even more difficult attempts to warm up a bit 'when was forced to get up before dawn and get in the square in the east to the martial exercises. Sojiro had grown in the district of Kamakura, south, and was not used to seeing roofs covered with snow. His room was heated by a small brazier, placed near the table or while studying at the futon before bedtime, but the humidity could pass through walls, doors and clothes to freeze the bones. Samurai knew how to endure the hardships of winter and not having to get scared when the sky was still black, but the new arrangement was to weaken the spirit, life at court was hard, ruthless and violent, behind those screens and decorated clothes are fine silk ordivano pitfalls and political games that fatigue could understand. Sato-sensei always followed, as had been said, watch and learn, but he understood more of that microcosm, the more he regretted not having been sent to war in Korea. Extricate ladies nobles, courtiers, and spies nenja required a firmness of nerves he had not.

That morning, like others, ran through the corridors leading to the private rooms of his master, keeping his eyes open and ears alert: despite Masanori Sato was a respected man in court, you could never rule out an attempt on his life and he, as a squire, also had to play the heavy task to act as human shields for his older brother.

Masanori walked with his brisk but stylish, wearing an expensive blue silk kimono decorated with lozenges darker, kept alive by a black and gold obi, from which hung the swords: katana and wakizashi, the symbol of the aristocracy warrior. He always had an air of sly, even seemed distracted, but Sojiro had learned quickly that it was just a tactic to distract opponents: Masanori actually had a mind as sharp as a knife blade.

entered the small room, the bronze brazier was iridescent due to the burning coals in it, the morning light was hard to illuminate every corner of that environment, shielded from the cake of rice paper on the windows but the breakfast was smoking already in the bowls neatly placed on trays.

"I have a hunger" said Sojiro, happy to be able to warm up a little in front of the brazier.

"What you would ask?" Said Masanori sitting down at kotatsu.

Sojiro waited for the servants were laid off before speaking.

"Master, last night I witnessed a scene that gave me great concern. After you had withdrawn in the rooms of your wife, Matsumoto-san asked me to accompany him to attend a performance of dancers from Kyoto. While I was busy enjoying the sweet music of flutes, without meaning to, I listened to the conversation of two pages, which unwisely confided secrets of their master. As was mentioned my name, I was listening. "

"You know who was the ruler of these two?"

"Asahi-san, the Mori clan"

"What have you heard?"

"The other one was confident that Asahi-san had repeatedly mentioned the name of a young man recently in Chiyoda thought this was by far the most fascinating of Yanagisawa Yoshiyasu, when he was in the flower of her prime. When the second page he wanted to know the identity of this rare beauty, do not think anyone in the world could never exceed the attractiveness of Yanagisawa-sama, the other did my name. At that point I turned to them and they scared silent "

" They said Asahi-san who had made such a confidence? "

" No "

" You are not happy with the comparison, Sojiro-kun "

" Teacher, do not think I can appreciate such claims, moreover, are not even true "

Masanori laughed, hiding her mouth with the sleeve of her kimono" When I arrived at Edo, Yanagisawa-sama was no longer the Shogun's favorite time, but I got to see it up close several times and her beauty was truly legendary. Therefore, as I feel Asahi-san, a man of quality and good taste, I would toss in such bold comparisons. What is certain is that Asahi-san is not the only one to decant your virtues, Sojiro-kun! You do not n'accorgi you, in your infinite ingenuity, but half the men of Chiyoda devours you with his eyes and just because it Togukawa-sama is very busy with his current wakashu that you have not been invited to a feast in the palace of Yanagisawa-sama! "

" Master, but I ... "

" Come, come, Sojiro -kun will soon have fifteen years, is now beginning to think about your political career! "

Sojiro scowled and said no more miso soup that was cold.

"Sojiro-kun," said Masanori meal at the end of realizing that the boy had not looked up from his bowl, but the food was still there "Oda-sensei told you about the Way of the young, right? "

" Yes, Sato-sensei. So what is the wakashudo and the benefits that this practice leads to education of a boy of my age "

" Virtue, honesty and beauty are the three cornerstones of our existence. The attendance in the bed of a young woman breaks down the spirit of the warrior, a samurai put up family still young will never get the positions of greatest prestige, the most dangerous, where he can showcase his courage and contempt of life. This is why the company encourages grown men to give the youngest male to the delight of color. "

" Buddha preached to avoid the Monte Imos priests who had found its way to their feelings in that way, because their hearts were neither stone nor wood

Masanori nodded satisfied.

"I fear, master, who was not a coincidence that I have seen that conversation last night, when you were not present. Asahi-san I think that you are throwing signals to make me understand that my involvement would not fall on deaf ears? The practice would like for me to take the first step ... "

" Asahi-san is a shrewd man, certainly you will feel compelled to convenience, "Masanori was funny tricks of his friend, but still most funny face was worried Sojiro-kun.

"Asahi-san I do not like much, actually ... "

" You are not obliged to do anything, Sojiro-kun! Basically you can choose from half the male population of a nenja Chiyoda to find that it appeals to you "

" Very funny, Sato-sensei, you are making fun of me! "

Masanori waved his index finger to his nose in front of giggling in Sojiro softly, "Are you who you take yourself too seriously, man,"

"Sato-sensei, can I ask you one last thing?"

"If I was the wakashu Oda-sensei?" Sojiro opened his eyes stunned empathy of the teacher, "The answer is yes, of course, and, as you know, Oda-sensei is a gentle man of great wisdom: stay at his side was an unparalleled experience. Then I made my transition into adulthood and our relationship has been lost "

" I guess the old master's strange to think in certain terms, I know him as a sprightly old man, but a lover ... We did not really see. She was attractive? "

" Not so canon, but it was a very cultured man: his mind was his greatest virtue in my eyes "

" Have you got a wakashu in turn, but ... "

" I prefer not to tie myself to no one in particular, There are so many young actors and dancers willing to give me a night in their thalamus, in the case of physical necessities, and then I'm trying to have an heir "

" You will see that your wife will not make you wait a long time, "smiled Masanori grateful for that greeting: Sojiro was still too young and unknown mechanisms of the court to know how to lie with a smile. It was a precious and rare gift, but Sato hoped he could keep the disarming purity for as long as possible.

If the teacher had appreciated his wisdom, was out in learning to love the innocence. Now he had only to wait for the next move, if that conversation was proof that Sojiro subjected him to consider his intentions, in short, the boy would be declared if it was simply a request for help, Masanori, was pleased to have been able to find the right key to impart this important life lesson.

Notes:
Nenjia: term that indicated in the adult male homosexual relationship between a man and a young man in medieval Japan.
kotatsu: low table, covered and heated, often used in Japanese homes, sometimes as the sole source of heating.
Chiyoda: the castle of the Shogun in Edo, the old Tokyo.
Yanagisawa Yoshiyasu: was the shogun wakashu Togukawa Tsunayoshi for twelve years or so, starting in 1660, then became the fief of Kawagoe daymno and Kofu. He had an estate where they lived many beautiful young people who presented to the shogun when he came to visit him.
male Colors: "nanshoku" literally means "color men"; the ideogram for "color" in both Chinese and Japanese antique also meant "sexual pleasure", so nanshoku was one of the term for homosexual relations from the very 'Heian era.
Monte Imos: literary metaphor to describe the love for a woman.

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Three leaves in wind / Chapter 2

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (Tokyo currently is ). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays).
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 16:00 Participating in your life
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my history, please remember, if it were looking for inspiration!




Year 1687, February

Edo Palace Chiyoda

Now the Monkey


A servant bowed behind the shoji, and announced the arrival of the expected guest. Masanori dismissed his secretary, he did take away the table for writing and, after meticulously clean your hands with ink, let the newcomer was introduced to her rooms. The doors to the side and saw a teenager, still wearing the clothes from the trip, he fell out with due reference.

"Sato-sensei, my name is Sojiro Ito, I am the second son of Ito Sozaburo. It 's a great honor for me to get to your service "

" How's the old master? "Said Masanori, while two servants were preparing the necessary for tea.

"It 's sick in bed before the beginning of the cold season and the doctors do not believe that the cherry trees will bloom again"

Sato was saddened at the news but refused to say more: she had fond memories of the period' pupil at Oda-sensei, when he was still in full vigor of maturity. "The years pass quickly," he merely said with a sigh.

The sun was setting over the rooftops of the houses in Edo and rice paper lamps were lit.

"How old are you, Sojiro-kun?"

"Fifteen in a couple of months," smiled the boy, already imagining the objection that the man was relieved. Sojiro looked much younger than boys of his age was not tall and had a physical dry hair, very black and shiny, yet were bound like a young child and her face showed features: rosy cheeks and soft, smooth skin , a small mouth and a somewhat 'naive to see the world with those hazel eyes stretched.

"I said thirteen!" Joked Masanori.

"I know not to be high, but what I do not have puissance person, the compensation in agility and speed "

" Our common teacher wrote me a long letter enthusiastic about you. The rest of me is shown with time "

" Yes, sensei! "

" There are a few simple rules to follow here at the Palace: the label is actually very complex and I myself I find it hard to follow to the letter, but until you do the transition to adulthood, your duties will be limited to observe and absorb. Later, Matsumoto-san, my secretary, t'illustrerà you need to know. For now know that I usually wake up an hour of the Rabbit, to a quick breakfast, then spend the morning in the training with the sword, a second breakfast and then I review the troops under my command, then come here to review the reports and other documents, as long as there is enough light to continue. In the evening I retire in the rooms of my wife, unless it is to attend some party or reception. To you I ask to be my shadow silent

"There will be no disturbance of, sensei"

Masanori smiled, he was sure that Oda-san had not sent a troublemaker or unable, therefore, did not envisage having regret the choice made, in most, but that Oda-san had failed in his letters, the boy was absolutely adorable with that a little 'pups that have displaced outside their territory. He thought it would be a fun winter: there was a part of the education of a samurai who Soon to be put into practice during the winter season, when he was very at home, often under the covers, but does not dwell on those thoughts lascivious: Sojiro was no time to teach the "way of the young."

Notes:
The time of the rabbit: five o'clock in the morning.
The way of the young: A Japanese Buddhist scholar, speaking to a Christian audience in the seventeenth century, said that according to the interpretations of Japanese Buddha, heterosexuality should be avoided by the priests, homosexuality and instead should be allowed. Mount Imos symbolizes heterosexuality instead Wakashudo, means the way of youth, or rather the way the young man, and homosexuality.

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Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 1

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (Tokyo currently is). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays).
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 09:00 The news of the day
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remind you, in case you are looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, January

Edo Palace Chiyoda

Now Snake

They had just concluded the festivities for the New Year, when a letter arrived by Elder master Oda Masanori Sato , samurai serving the shogun Togukawa Tsunayoshi, in Edo Castle. The old samurai was bedridden with a disease that afflicted him hard, not being able to remain faithful to her commitment to educate the values of justice and righteousness, a brave and promising young man, Sojiro Ito, Ito Sozaburo son, who had known Sato years ago on the battlefield, praying his favorite pupil of wanting to honor his promise to the boy's father in his place.

Masanori looked wet with tears for the sad fate of his beloved master to the snow-capped peak of Fujihama: the mountain was topped by the usual hair and pearly dense fog, the sky was full of snow, but the Tokaido, the road that connected the imperial capital with the political capital, was feasible. It was the hour of the serpent and the morning light shone on the white cloak of the mountain.

was about to answer sharply that yes, he accepted the assignment willingly, even if his lack of experience as a teacher could not in any way approaching the immense wisdom of his great mentor.

Masanori Sato was a man in his thirties, strong as an oak, considered very attractive by most women and men was a skilled swordsman, a great strategist, a man shrewd and smart, polite to the ladies, devoted to his master never cruel for the sake of doing harm to others, but ruthless as needed; could also make court life and was much appreciated for his impromptu haiku, which occasionally enliven the evenings at the Palace. His father had obtained for him an advantageous marriage with a niece of Tsunayoshi, who had given him, for now, only the daughters. Apart from that of his wife, Masanori not often visits other beds, however, from time to time, entered into a relationship with a dancer more attractive than others, but always with restraint and circumspection. It was what was said a man arrived with that life was not stingy, and he had helped his fate knowing grasp good opportunities to showcase his virtues. Yet it is precisely the tallest trees that attract lightning in stormy nights.

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Hi! After much meditation and
nullafare, I decided that the platform LiveJournal is the best solution to complete the projects I have undertaken in recent years and that have remained in limbo for nearly twelve months. Most of the stories published on haruchan.altervista.org / index.htm Ciaccio have already been completed and a folder on the PC that I lent to my boyfriend, and then I do not have at hand. So this weekend, when I got the boyfriend, I got a copy of everything and I decided to continue to publish at least three leaves in the wind because I received two requests for this and for a small and obscure fanwrtiter like me is like having a crowd of fans! Forgive
then the flood of posts that will follow, but to make things right on my livejournal even publish the chapters already published elsewhere, to create an archive ordered.
Thank you all for your attention! Haruka