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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.