Title: Three leaves in the wind
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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).
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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'illustrerĂ 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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