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[Original] Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 11

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 (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 12:00 pm The sun is not warm enough
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remember, if it were looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, April
Mount Fuji
Now the Horse

In spite of the previous days, when the sky was always clear and the temperatures were maintained in the seasonal average, now the sky promised rain , and Masanori Sojiro were climbing the path that led quickly to the shelter nearest you: they would not be surprised by bad weather along the road. Mountain weather is unstable, it changes so sudden, and who was not the place could decide to go with the sun, will also come to believe in a higher area and be surprised by the storm instead: it was their case. Fortunately there was an old abandoned temple that served as refuge for travelers, managed by the monks of the temple of Ashi: We had passed many times before in the past two weeks, as they climbed the mountain for training. Weeks had been profitable from the standpoint of studies and martial arts, but from what they had done many sexual progress since the first attempt in the thermal pools. It was like a ghost hovering between them: they knew that there was, but tried to ignore, to avoid the occasions to bring the front. The first drops fell you could already see the sloping roof of the small temple, a puff of smoke rose from the chimney.
"There are other pilgrims, apparently," said Masanori.
front of the hut some crowbars were flat on the floor and the servants are sheltered under the canopy dell'engawa. The keeper came forward when he recognized the two travelers, under the large thatched hair.
"Sato-san, the refuge is home to the company Kabuki Chikamatsu who came up here to admire the snow-capped Fuji before complete thawing, but rain forced them to seek shelter."
"How far is the next hut?" Said Masanori.
"Too much, why not go up there drenched and you will not find anyone to welcome you, open only in the summer. "
"We can return to the valley, master,"
"The rain will not last long: we ask the boss if we can divide the space comedy with their"
The keeper came back to report and shortly after a fat man, in his fifties, appeared at the door making a sign to enter.
"Samurai-sama, is never that you and your student need to remain under this hateful rain while the rest of us are here to protect and warm. Come and have a cup of tea, please, please "
The room, not spacious, was crowded with men: they were rehearsing a scene from a new drama.
"Forgive the intrusion, "said Masanori off his hat and sandals, but it was just a fancy way of saying that the intruders were their men of the floating world (1), not two samurai serving the Shogun. In fact, all bowed deeply to their input and was reserved for the closest point to the brazier.
"We were trying the climax of the new drama will be staged the following month. The master Chikamatsu (2) sent us the parts in their week, "said the actor-manager.
"What Is the drama?" Sojiro asked, more out of kindness for real interest kabuki dramas were always talking of abandoned women, unhappy men, demons or capricious.
"As a young page, who kills her lover after discovering that they betrayed him," answered the comedian.
"An original story" Sato whispered in the ear of his pupil.
"The man accuses his page to have committed a crime, in order to exonerate himself, but eventually the daymno understand that the page is innocent and that he accepted the death just to save the life of his man and lets him go" He continued the comedian still trying to interest the two guests to the opera "Sasaki-kun is a young and honest and Miyagi Taro-kun will be the wicked Asahi." To hear those names Sojiro spun around, "Oh, yes, that silly, you come from Chiyoda, you already know this story. The master Chikamatsu was inspired by an event occurring this winter Palace in Edo, he called 'Scarlet Snow'. "
"And what crime he is accused of the young Taro" asked Sojiro almost holding my breath.
"The theft of a precious sword!" Exclaimed the man to do theater.
"A sword?" Sojiro asked again.
"Yes, an ancient and precious sword that Tokugawa-sama had given to the father of the wicked Asahi. It is a beautiful story? We were just trying out the scene in which Taro confronts her lover: do you want to attend the trial? "
" No, "said Masanori dry. Ranmaru turned to him and was about to reply, but something kept him in the face of the guy who stared his grateful master. "We would not ruin the ending of the work!" He added, noticing the abruptness with which he spoke "Why do not we recite a piece of the drama 'King of oni'?"
"If you want the samurai-sama ..." Ranmaru is brought to the center of the room, his teammates huddled against the wall to place him: you could see he was the "first lady" of the company, he opened the fan who kept dell'obi with a shot in the folds of the wrist and began to move small steps from side to side along an imaginary line, a second player taken playing a small drum from the scene and a third blew a somber melody with the flute was the scene of the girl who left the realm of demons to find his parents, unaware that they were already dead for a long time, while she lived in the palace King Oni as his guest. It was a very dramatic scene, with very few shares acting, music and dance made the pathos of the girl who left his beloved, after discovering that he was a demon, to return to his world, but there was no one to waiting for her. Sasaki was beautiful, despite wearing a simple blue kimono: using only one fan was able to reconstruct the whole scene and the little smoky room became the refuge for a second story of the forest. Sojiro representation was so charmed that he forgot the drama related to the death of Asahi and Masanori the young actor was grateful to have been able to recreate the story to dispel the ghosts of their past.
When the scene ended, an eerie silence fell in the room and no one said anything for a moment, then clapped his hands and all DIRECTOR awoke from the dream.
"The sun, the sun," he said cheerfully. The company poured out to see the rays that looked out from behind the dark clouds of the great mountain top.
"All right, Sojiro-kun?"
"Yes, master, even if I was to have become a strange stolen sword "
" Just as well, my boy, "
" Yes, "smiled the boy," Allow me, master? I would go out too, "Masanori Sojiro nodded and stepped out. They had been only two at that point: Sato sitting on the tatami worn next to the brazier and Sasaki in the middle of the room, still open fan in her hands.
"interpretation exceptional"
"Why did you choose this play?"
"Because I'm the king of the Oni: I pretend I am good and kind, but they are a cruel man"
"You have killed many people with your sword , samurai-sama? "
" More than I like to remember "
" And those who killed the hardness of your heart? "
" Someone cried for a bit ', but a brave samurai more than me, a merchant or richer than me, to heal the wounds ".
"Really a cruel man! Among the wounded is also your little student? "
" left out, Sojiro-kun "
" When you come to see me again? "
" I can not afford your company "
" Even if you give out the in exchange of yours? "
" Why should you be so generous? "
" Why I love my weight on my heart like a stone " (3)
"Unfortunate man that is led by his heart"
exchange caught poetic references, a very usual in the court to conduct a courtship was interrupted by the return of Sojiro in the room.
"Master, the rain stopped, we can continue our workouts
" Arrival, Sojiro-kun. Sasaki-sensei, thanks to delight us with your art, we will keep alive in us the memory of this wonderful day "
" Stay a while '. You may return to rain later descend together on crowbars, it will be fun. Your clothes are still wet and the sun is not warm enough to dry them. "
"No sun will warm enough these our mortal bodies, we must accept the cold of the grave"
"I do not know the author of this poem" is scoffed Ranmaru.
"His name is Masanori Sato, a humble and rude samurai who certainly can not rival the elegance and culture with a popular actor."
"Farewell, Sasaki-sensei, it was a great honor to meet you in person" Sojiro said goodbye with a formal bow and Ranmaru came over to give him her fan.
"In memory of those happy moments in the hope that when you're a great samurai and famous you can still remember to this humble actor
" Do not I ... "He tried to protest Sojiro, but Ranmaru shook her fan in her hands.
"Hold it, I pray, I will restore it when, one day we meet again"
"So be it" and left the room admiring the beautiful black lacquered fan.
"Farewell, Sasaki-sensei"
"It's not goodbye, goodbye is not for those who will never see again, goodbye is the word for us!" Once again stood still staring at the samurai and the boy disappear over the horizon But this time the man turned towards him before being engulfed in the vegetation of the forest.


Notes:
1) ukiyo-e: was how to define the world of geishas, actors and other artists living in the districts of enjoyment
2) Chikamatsu Monzaemon was a Japanese actor and playwright at the turn of the seventeenth and eighteenth century
3) quotation from a poem by Hitomaro, Japanese poet who lived in the eighth century