Suikiyuus' Chapter // The Bijou of His Heart

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Chapter Three: So Very Very Sweet


Desera smiled, walking through with him to the second room where the Slaves were drying out. One by one she had brushed their hair and bandaged their wounds, dressing them in lightweight sleeping clothing as they were going to be put into their bedrooms after the meal.

As a group they were lead through to the dining room, a massive banqueting room that was formally used for entertaining the nobles of the land. Except now that this Lord owned the house he more butchered the local nobles than entertained them ...

Desera bustled through as soon as the fighting started, "ENOUGH!" Breaking up the fights, being a full-grown woman (albeit a young one) she had a slight edge over the rest of them, before telling them all off, "There is no need to fight, you will all get food and you will get as much of it as you can eat! Now sit down at the table please!" Meaning the huge long table surrounded on all sides by chairs

Desera spotted the youth being harassed, and brought her authority over to the bullying slaves. Quite sharply she dug her (nwo appearing) claws into the scruff of ones neck, pulling him back, "How DARE you raise a hand to someone else! And how DARE you touch him!" She yowled at him, her ears back to show her anger, "Get to the table before I call Master! And he will not be so easy on you! I will be telling him all about this and if you do not behave right now he will make you extremely sorry!" Hissing at the three until they went away before turning her attention to Ritsuki, "Oh dear ..." Pulling him up gently and checking him over, "Are you okay?"

He dimly heard someone yell out before he felt the repulsive hands off of him finally. Whimpering and curled up in a ball, he only opened his beautiful silver eyes when Desera started to pull him up gently. Small tears threaten to fall until he realize who had helped him. Nodding, as he pulled himself up, he began to walk to get the food that seemed to beckon him like a Siren’s song. He was oh so hungry as he haven’t eaten a lot for the last days but even though his practically starving body cried out to consume food, he lost his appetite. Ritsuki hoped that the lady wouldn’t tell the master… that he caused trouble. Thinking that, he already wanted to cry. He didn’t know what to do if they would to throw him away! Sitting down quietly, he began to force himself to chew and swallow.

Some slaves, seeing the boy alone in a table, had the courage to come over and sit next to him; smile and try to talk or just eat together. They could see that the slave was at first startled and surprise but smiled slightly and was friendly. But even as this slave didn’t point a knife to their throats, they felt threatened. The pale cream skin looked undeniably soft while the boy’s unique and astounding silver eyes captured them and made them slightly uneasy. It was so unusual that anyone would have silver for their eyes. But even then, his long gleaming blue hair and that innocent pure smile… None of them could contain their envy and the feeling of being so very inferior that one by one, they left the boy to his own table. And once again, he was alone.

Eyes downcast, and hanging his head in a sort of sad and fragile way, he continued to pick his food, doing his best not to cry though the strain of holding back all the tears of his pains and suffering made his eyes deathly sad and he looked as if a world of pain was placed on his slender back. As much guilt that the others felt, the feeling of inferiority overwhelmed any other feeling. Being slaves, they were use to such feelings but it hurt what little pride they have left to be compared so obviously to a creature that looked and talked like him. It was better just to leave him alone.

As promised, the food that was apparently endless started to make an appearence. Other staff members, obviously members of the kitchen in their immaculate white clothing, started to carry through the vast platters of hot fresh food; whole sides of beef and lamb, fish the size of seals and endless poulty from ordinary chickens to the ducks that sometimes roamed the grounds and were rounded up by the gamekeeper, as well as the dozens and dozens of rabbits gathered from the same purpose. Vast cauldrons of strew, and to wash it all down pure fresh water, slightly sweetened with the strawberries in the fields next to it. And that was just for the main meal, and Desera assured them that they could eat as much as they liked

She noticed Ritsuki merely pickign at his food and grew concerned. Walking over to him, she leaned in next to him and whispered if he was okay

Blinking, he forced a small smile as he nodded. He didn't want the other to worry about him; fearing that trouble will come up as it always does. Hoping to reassure the other, he ate more vigorously
She smiled, "If you want you can go and eat with Master ..."

Blinking, he opened his mouth to murmur 'yes' but the air around him turned a little tense and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand a little. The slaves around him, hearing Desera, overheard and some were glaring at him. Jealousy and favortism was always a bad thing. Trembling slightly, he didn't know what he should do. So he just shook his head and looked down and continued to eat. Hoping she would leave him alone. He didn't want the others to hate him as they already disliked him as it is.

Desera watched him for a few moments, before tugging on the slaves wrist to make him come with her

"M..?" He let the other tug him as he followed silently. He couldn't exactly try to tug away as she was the master's slave too and has authority over all of them. To refuse her would be like refusing the master. So he let her but feared of what was to come.

Her shoes sounded as she walked along the marble corridors, "The other slaves pick on you already, I see" She shook her head, "Master will not stand for that at all. Master likes you and is very curious about you"

"A-ah... n-no... i-it's fine. Some are very nice..." Ritsuki murmured as he defended the other slaves. "I-i just cause too much trouble all the time... i-it's not their fault..."

"Because you're pretty?" She looked at him, seeming to understand, "You're beautiful and rare, and some people don't like that"

Flushing softly at the compliment, he just whispered, "I-i just stand out too much... And sometimes it also hurt the people around me... I-if you don't mind..." he paused slightly before continuing, "please let me stay in one room. They'll... I-i'll be happier and it will be less complicated..." Trying to make things 'right' in his view even if it meant his own unhappiness and loneliness.

She looked appalled by the suggestion, "I wouldn't do that! You'll want to see the garden and ..." Pausing looking at his face, "... I can't lock you up, but you can tag along with me if you want to see everything, I'll make sure no-one bullies you"

Standing outside a huge ornamental set of double doors, she knocked and waited for her Masters assent

But even if he did that, he knew that the others wouldn't like and would have all the more reason to dislike him. They will think he was trying to gain her favor or use her to gain power over them or some other ridiculous thoughts. So he just shook his head even though at the word of 'garden' his heart gave a small leap. "I-it's fine... I don't mind being by myself. I'm use to it now..."

"Enter ..." Said a voice on the other side of the door, and Desera opened the doors to her Master sitting at his own meal. He raised an eyebrow to see them, "Desera?"

She bit her lower lip, "The meal is a bit boisterous, and he doesn't feel comfortable ..."

He knew that she was lying of course, but what was the point at doing so at dinner?
"Very well" He shrugged, "Fetch a seat for him" Calling through a cook to bring Ritsuki food. But instead of the food that the Slaves were served, it was pheasant and venison and fine wine to drink

He could barely suppressed the gasp that almost spilled when he saw who was on the other side of the door. It was the master! Silver eyes widening slightly before looking down in a servitude way, he wondered what they were doing here. Surely he couldn’t get in trouble this soon! And upon hearing the cat speak, he hoped that the Master wouldn’t get mad at him for taking him time just to tell him that he was a bit ’uncomfortable’.

He didn’t always acted so timorous, but the journey since the lost of his home made him develop this sense and even though he was free, it was hard to shrug his habit off when the slave drivers will get mad even if he looked at them.

So when the master didn’t get mad or even irritated, Ritsuki looked a little dazed before slowly going to the seat that was placed for him. A small smile slipped out when he felt a little more comfortable with the master. /His/ master, he corrected, trying to remember he was just an object now. Looking down at his food, he saw the familiar food and knew that he shouldn’t have been given them. He’s eaten them many times back home but now that he was just a slave, it wasn’t right. So in a small little voice he murmured, “I-I t-think the cook gave me the w-wrong food…” Looking at the cat and the master, a little nervous.

And what he didn’t know, was that the rich slightly dimmed light cast a shine over his silky long blue hair while a soft angelic glow around his breathtaking face. Though the clothes looked peculiar on him, the form inside could somewhat be distinguished as his cream white skin that could be seen. So fragile, so innocent, he was something that once gazed upon would be transfixed and it was even more so when the boy hardly knew what effects he had on people.

Maybe that’s why the previous ’master’ was so intent on having this little rare treasure and the men would risk their lives to deliver him to the man. Or it could be something else…

Desera blinked, but said nothing. He wasn't given the wrong food, according to her Master. If her Master said to serve him such things, then it was right that he was to have them ... She looked to her Master to confirm this

Inca said nothing for a good few long minutes, his eyes glowing slightly in a way that was clear that he was doing that unintentionally, just looking at Ritsuki when he was looking like that ...
Finally he spoke, but his voice was low and slow, a note in it saying that he'd rather just look at the slave rather than speak, "You have the right food, it's all for you. You are special and I say you may eat what I eat, therefore it's for you"

Blushing at his master’s words, he just bowed slightly while sitting, being careful that his long soft hair wouldn’t slid onto the food as he murmured a soft “Thank you…” Finally comfortable, he could feel his starving body eager to devour the food placed before him but with an obvious discipline, he ate unhurried. There were many kinds of forks and knifes and such and the boy knew just which one to use as he dipped his fingers into a bowl that was filled with water. Most slaves would just drink the water but Ritsuki knew that it wasn’t for drinking but for cleansing one’s fingers before eating as appropriate at the table. He also held the knife and fork with refinement as he cut the meat into a small piece then opening him mouth and began to chew, unhurried and in small proper bites. His back straight as a tree while his other hand reached for the glass of fine wine and took a small noiseless sip. Even the way he held the flute was sophisticated and it wasn’t a clumsy imitation that the townsfolk try to imitate but one that was taught and was very familiar with it as every gesture and every move was fluid and there was no hint of hesitation, evidence that he was use to this.

His Master seemed to have finished his own meal as he merely sat and watched the beautiful male eat his meal, apparently brooding but merely observing

"You are not meant to be a Slave, are you" He finally spoke

A little startled by the master’s words, he just looked down at his meal as he continued eating quietly. He didn’t know what to say and didn’t know if the master wanted him to answer or not so he just said nothing. One hand came up to tuck his long strands behind his ear, the movement was simple but entrancing. And when the small curtain of hair was tucked away, his flawless and moon-pale cheeks were revealed as was his delicate face.

There was another long pause, before he spoke, "You are special, you know noble manners ... Who are you?"

With the other slaves the plates and food were finally taken away to be replaced with dessert. And again, as such with the dinner, this was again as-much-as-you-can-eat, and there was certainly enough cake, fresh cream and jelly for everyone

Looking up at the master before quickly diverting his silver eyes again, he swallowed before answering softly, “J-just someone who’s lost a home and became a slave… I-I’m nobody now…”

His eyes glowed brighter, "Before that. Who were you BEFORE that"

Shivering slightly from that look he chewed slowly, his mind thinking before murmuring, after tapping his rosy lips with a napkin, “M-master… it doesn’t… really matter does it? I-I’m a slave now… nothing more… W-what I was before… is all in the past now.”

"Your Master is very interested in your past ..."

His long lashed lowered partway, he looked down slightly as he opened his mouth to accept another piece of meat.

“… I-I… lived… far from here… in the… bottom of the sea…” he murmured. “I… lived… in the palace there… that’s all…”

An eyebrow was raised, "You lived in a Palace ... You are a Prince?"

“… no….” Ritsuki never lied before and he didn’t now. His kingdom was lost and because there was no kingdom, there can’t be a prince. He /was/ a prince… but not now.

"I see ...." He left it at that, but certainly gave the feeling that he could see right through the youngster, leaving him to eat the rest of his meal while he himself sipped his wine

Shifting, as he was slightly uncomfortable, but he stopped before lifting his fork and continued to eat. In court, even if someone said something offending or something that would set him off, he should and cannot show that he was put off by it. His lessons of being an appropriate Prince was to put on an air that made people assume as if he wasn’t affected by it as weaknesses were always a bad sign. And even being a slave for a while, these reactions still came naturally to him.

"Desera" He spoke again, the Neko woman jumping slightly, "Go back to the other Slaves and make sure that they are okay"
"Yes Master" She nodded, returning to the other slaves and looking around, "Are you all done?"

There was another long pause, the former Prince given desert before he spoke again, "Would you like your bedroom near my own?"

Nodding, Ritsuki saw a servant came and took his plates away. Smiling at the servant, he whispered his thanks before gasping softly at the dessert presented to him. It looked more like art than food as a tall elegant glass was set in front of him. Loaded with rich white vanilla ice cream and topped with colorful and sweet fruits, the silver eyed boy sighed with happiness. Taking the long slender spoon, he began to eat it and had to pause and close his eyes as he savored the sweetness, his lips glistening and rosy as he chewed slowly. He looked very much like a little princess who wants a kiss though that was not at all his intent. And at the question, he opened his eyes and blushed. He wouldn’t mind and would enjoy being so close to the other but immediately knew that the other slaves would go far beyond just disliking him if he accepted such an offer. It was enough as it was to dine with the lord and be given such delicious food but to go farther… Shaking his head, he murmured “T-thank you b-but it’s alright. The others will… enjoy it more if I stayed… near them…”

"Do not worry about the others ..." Inca said slowly, watching the other rather intently, "They won't be here for long ..."

“!! W-what?” he asked, his eyes widening as his dessert was forgotten. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn’t plan on saving them only to throw them all away? “P-please…” his eyes stricken, “d-don’t throw us a-away… I-I’ll do w-whatever you ask…” he begged softly.

He blinked slowly, "Throw you away? I don't plan to throw anyone away. They will still be my slaves, but they will not be living with me all the time. I spend a lot of time at war, and I bought you all for a specific purpose. But you ... No, I will personally keep you"

Blushing at the last words, he looked away. He didn’t realize how cute he looked as he picked up his ice cream and continued licking and eating. The white ice cream pooling around his lips as he ate it happily, relieved also that the master wasn’t throwing them away.

Nothing would take this beauty from him ... "You will stay here when the others go. But what you could be ..."

Tilting his head slightly, he just looked at his master, not understanding but not questioning as he licked his dessert again. Smiling happily, he continued to eat before offering some to the master with a small blush. “W-would you like some, m-master?”

For the first time during the entire encounter the Lord smiled. Well, rather, smirked, "If you will feed it to me ..."

Blushing brightly, he looked down, a little embarrassed and shy before going near the Master. Raising his hand, he held the spoon out with some cream on as he blushed brighter, looking as delectable as the dessert.


His smirk grew the closer the other came towards him, his eyes shimmering and glowing slightly with great amusement and something rather different. He took the spoon in his mouth, looking Ritsuki directly in the eye as he did so

Gasping slightly and blushing brightly, he whimpered slightly as he pulled away. His hair flowed forth, going around him as it shield his red blushing face from view.

The smirk quirked but he raised a hand and tilted the youths face round so he could look at him

Another soft gasp escaped as he blushed and looked away when his chin was tilted up which made his long hair fall back, revealing his burning cheeks. He didn’t know why he had this reaction with the lord but it made him so shy and he kept blushing.

"You are so very sweet .." He said in something like a drawled purr, "So very very sweet ..."

“T-thank you…” Ritsuki responded though he wondered briefly if the master mixed him up with the ice cream as he wanted to pull away from embarrassment. Their faces were so close and it only made his cheeks burn more as his heart beat faster.

Without real apparent warning he closed the gap between then and pressed a kiss to the youths blush, chucking as he did so

“A-ah… “ Ritsuki breathed out when he felt his Master’s lips on his cheek. A soft moan escaped when he felt it and tried to pull away, he was never kissed before and it was so embarrassing to him as he flushed bright like a tomato. His warm cheeks was softer than silk or lamb’s wool as it laid under those very lips.

He allowed the embarrassed youth pull away, still smirking but deciding to be merciful this time and save him some more embarrassment and blushes
"Now, if you are finished I will show you to your room ..."

Nodding as he looked away, shy, he finished his dessert and stood up elegantly to follow his Master.

The Lord walked the short distance from the dining chamber in which he took his meals along the corridor going towards his bedroom. There was a door on the wall 90 degrees away from the massive double-doors that made up his own bedroom portal, this persumably a room for what was once a servant or a child to be beside the Lord but abandoned with the Lords gain of the house

The more they walked there, the more the decoration changed. At first it was just rich rare paintings, then it became war portraits of Master himself. Then ... the grisly trophies that the maid had spoken about. Skulls, dried up arms and legs, other gory little mementos

Whimpering slightly, Ritsuki pressed himself against the other unconsciously before it got to the gory parts. A small ’meep!’ escaped before he buried his face into his master’s body as he whimpered

The Lord smirked down at him, an arm put around the youth to comfort him as he lead him through to his own little bedroom

It was a nice as anythign one could imagine in a rich mansion, a four-posted bed was there for the little slave to sleep on, marble polished floors, rich fabrics, a bathroom neatly hidden by a carved oaken door ... It was all so beautiful

And the rest of the slaves were discovering that they too had recieved a bedroom each of the same quality, although none of them were placed near Inca in this huge place

Even though the slaves all over the mansion were completely shocked before recovering and most of them were shrieking and yelling excitedly and jumping on the beds and such, Ritsuki just smiled. It was very nice indeed as he touched the walls. But such a room was nothing in comparison to his own back at the palace but that was gone. Content just to be alive and wouldn’t have minded even if he lived in a small cramped room with nothing in it, he laid down on the bed. And without him even realizing how tired he was, he fell asleep.

Desera had a task and a half, going around all the bedrooms and making sure that the slaves shut up and were tucked up in their beds, after all today had been a big day and they needed their rest.
Once all the fifty were put to bed she walked to the room that Ritsuki was staying in, knocking on the door

"Are you okay?"

The feline’s concern, however, was fallen on asleep ears as Ritsuki continued to snooze on. After the day’s of fear, pain, abuse, starvation, and exhaustion, the boy was very very tired and needed much rest. Both physically and mentally. So he just continued to rest his sore limbs as the blanket covered his slender form while his long lashes remained touching his cheeks; closed.


Night continued to fall as many of the new residence of the mansion fell asleep and once again, the grand domain was silent. And although the castle-like home was peaceful, something else wasn’t. It wasn’t until the moon was already falling that the beauty on the four-posted bed began to stir though he remained asleep. Soft whimpers escaped as he tossed and turned, before tears slipped out from his closed lids. Though his room was completely quiet, save for his whimpers, his mind wasn’t as it was plagued by nightmares and revisions of the destruction of his beloved home. He could hear the horrified screams and the roars of the palace solders rushing out to defend their kingdom and their agonized cries as they were defeated. Red haze covered his vision as the ocean water was so tainted with blood that the water itself turned into its hue. He remembered the barred door being forced open and his mother’s strangled cry as she tried to save him…

Soft cries escaped and resounded in the empty room as the poor thing sobbed and tossed and turned, trying to defeat his nightmare’s enemies.

She had walked in when there was no answer and smiled down at the sleeping youth, pulling the blankets up some more and tucking him in to make sure that he was warm and comfortable before leaving to earn her own rest for the night, short as it was compared with everyone elses

Though the room was near silent, the youths mind certainly wasn't and that was what woke up the powerful Lord next door. Rubbing sleep from his eyes with the backs of his fingers (too sleepy to trust himself using his sharp nails) he wandered through the bedroom, out the door, and opened the door to Ritsuki's bedroom, raising an eyebrow at the youth

The pillow was damp with wet splotches of tears that looked like wild paint on a canvas as the slave whimpered and cried out softly in fear. Because he was tossing and turning, his body was no longer covered in the warm blanket as his skin was now cool to the touch. And without the blanket, his lithe form was revealed as his body was damp from his tears and small beads of sweat from his fears. Somehow, the pajama bottom lowered significantly so that they were in danger of coming off as his unmarked hips could be seen. The poor angel…
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