Puppet of the Assassins +

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Aki H.

~Chapter One~
The Beauty of Life

~1~

Hanamaru’s father, eager and animated, had awoken his son hastily. The daylight from the overly hefty windows in front of the bed blinded the young Astutian as he attempted to open his eyes, so he hid himself under the covers. His father sat on the bed alongside him and began petting the boy’s back. Hanamaru shuddered, waiting for his father’s excessively soft voice to drone out.
“Get out from beneath those blankets, my love,” Constious cooed into his beloved son’s ear, “I have picked up my order, and I think you’ll be fond of him. He’s Elfin, and an expensive one at that.”
‘Great, another deprived soul he’ll be making plenty of riches from,’ Hanamaru reflected bitterly to himself.
Hanamaru sat up, and the blankets fell lazily off his chest and lay limply in his lap.
“Ah, my precious son, meet your new friend, Felix.” Constious had next to him a young Elfin boy who had to have been crying for at least a week nonstop, for his emerald green eyes had abhorrent red circles around them, and his cheeks were marked with tear stained trails. Despite the Elf’s distraught expression, his body was in peek condition. Just how his father liked them. He wasn’t wearing any proper clothing, on account of a bedraggled loincloth and dirtied sandals were his only adornment. His father could fix this easily, same with his hair, since it was a beautiful gold, cut short except for the one long braid that went passed the his temple and laid lazily against his collarbone.
“Felix…” Hanamaru said slowly, feeling the word roll smoothly in his mouth.
“I know he looks like a disgusting mess right now, but my precious Felix will be fixed in no time, mostly because you and the Elf have a job to take care of for me.”
“Father—” So soon? Hanamaru shook his head. The last job he had was about two weeks before, and Constious promised he wouldn’t have to for at least another month.
“Yes, I know it’s a bit early, but the man promised me a great amount of money for you both. I will give you the information before you leave, right now I must take my new possession and have him washed up. I suggest you get yourself fixed up too, my son.” Constious stood up and wrapped his arm around the nervous Felix who looked longingly at Hanamaru. The feeling of disgust and revulsion towards Constious was something Hanamaru could relate to.

~2~

Hanamaru stood at the base of the open shower, standing drowsily under the sprinkles of the burning water. He didn’t care if it hurt him, as long as he was able to wash off his father’s touch and smell. He would do anything to get rid of those memories, anything. Unfortunately, to him, suicide was not an option. He promised himself long ago he would be capable of getting through this, alive. But now, small quick and passive thoughts of suicide entered his mind like a fly that wouldn’t go away, and it was terribly hard to ignore.
Hanamaru shook his head. He wouldn’t be thinking like this if he hadn’t been caught looking for his one and only salvation. He should have known better than to rummage loudly in the middle of the night, since his father was known to be quite the light sleeper. He reminisced holding his lover in his hands, staring at the playful looking substance—and then his father taking it away only to punish him by way of incestuous abuse. Hanamaru put a hand to his mouth, feeling about ready to get sick, and stayed that way until the feeling faded.
After the shower, he had gotten out to grab himself a towel when he had noticed the mirror beside him. He stared at his nude body, hating every bit of it. He looked almost exactly like his father, his body soft and curved as though he was a woman who had not yet bloomed breasts. His body was in a pristine semblance, no scratches, nothing to prove what his father had done to him, or what the others have done to him. It was a law; no one was to mar Hanamaru’s skin. No one. Why, if Hanamaru wasn’t the Duke’s son, perhaps things would be different. Maybe he wouldn’t have to be used like some sex-doll. Each client was so gentle with him, and some used their tongue more than their hands, and it nauseated the poor duchy almost to the point he was sure he would have gladly chundered in the man’s face.
Hanamaru saw a reflection of a very nervous house-maiden in the mirror. She stood at the doorway of the bathroom, holding a small silk baggie. He knew what was in it, and if she was caught by anyone giving Hanamaru this pouch of poison and love, she would be sent to the dungeons for torture.
“You’re late,” Hanamaru spat at her, putting a hand on the mirror where his face was being reflected. He looked down at the tiled floor, “Go into my room and put it under my pillow-NO! Under my mattress….”
“Y-yes Hanama—” she was in the middle of bowing when Hanamaru barked at her.
“Make haste, you harlot!” he shouted, wanting to throw something that her. He was much too tired to do so, though, which was more in the maiden’s favour than one would think, because all that was laying around were bars of soap and marble vases. She stood up quickly and hurried herself to Hanamaru’s bedroom. He suddenly felt very sorry for yelling at her, but he couldn’t help himself. His father was just so unpredictable, and he wouldn’t be able to get another fill of Alcedose for at least another two weeks.
Hanamaru looked back up at his reflection and punched the mirror, cutting the back of his fisted hand. His father would not like that considering they have a client tonight.

When he had gotten to his room, he lifted his mattress and saw his darling “Flinkle”. He held it in his hands as if it was a prized possession, and in truth, it was. He laid down on his bed, and sniffed the recommended dose that drug-dealers had told him to use. He put the baggie down onto the nightstand before the effects started to happen, and they did pretty quickly. He began to get a seizure as he started to hallucinate obscurities of shadows. His body shook with such ferociousness that the bed was shaking a little, and then his torso arched up as if he was in ecstasy, his hands grabbing at the sheets. Then his pupils shrank completely until only his green irises remained, and almost simultaneously a heavy nosebleed began. The blood trailed from his nostril down to the side of his face and stained the pillow his head laid on. Of course, Hanamaru was completely unaware of this. He only knew of darkness and silence. It was all he could ever wish for.

Chapter One End