Suikiyuus' Chapter // The Bijou of His Heart

Well first, i want to thank Sione again for commenting :3 and also just wanted to tell you that i was skimming the content of this new chapter and completely apologize. There's a lot of one liners and a bit boring and not much plot near the middle but i promise it'll get better as it go on ^^


Chapter Four: A Curtain For His Unhappiness

He paused for a few moments, considering what to do. A wrong move could result in the little treasure getting the wrong idea, but then again ...
He moved over to the bed, gently shaking the youths shoulder to wake him up

Mistaking the unknown person as an enemy who was putting his hands on him to harm him, Ritsuki gave a small terrified cry as he sobbed and whimpered and tried his very best to curl up into a small ball. With this, his nightmares turned to the worst as he trembled and more tears poured out.

Incas raised eyebrow grew, and as such he shook the shoulder harder and sent a message deep into the youths subconscious
Wake up …

Whimpering louder, he tried to push away as he closed his mind from the unseen person. He was terrified and frightened beyond measure as he continued to see murder and blood in his mind.

Ugh ... Inca leaned closer and said directly into the youths ear, "Wake up, little treasure ..."

Though screams echoed his nightmares, his master’s voice seemed to cut through all of them even though it was much softer than the cries and the yells. His eyes fluttered open softly as more tears snaked down his cheeks. Silver eyes still glazed with fear was evident as Ritsuki tried to focus on his master’s face. Seeing the other, he pressed against the other hard and clung to him as if his life depended on it. Maybe it did. Needing comfort, he buried his face into his master’s chest as he cried softly, his shoulders trembling and shaking as he cried.

His Master exhaled through his nose in relief, pulling the delicate treasure up into his lap and wrapping his arms around him to give him the comfort that he needed and rather deserved. Rather unlike him, he rubbed the youths back, making shushing noises of comfort, intending to sooth him rather than actually quieten him

Hiccupping softly, the silver eyed one just rested his damp cheek on his master’s chest as he sniffled and whimpered every so often but stopped his crying as he was greatly comforted by his master’s pats and calming shushes and presence. His long blue hair spilled over the man’s lap and almost touched the carpet as it was slightly bedridden from the boy’s turns and tosses. Though they were still very soft and silky to the touch as was his skin. It was like holding a puff of cloud. Ritsuki’s skin was cold as he began to shiver from the lack of warmth save for his master’s…

The Lord looked down at the shivering little slave the moment he stopped crying, wiping away his tears with a gentle touch that didn't seem to match those animalistic claws
"You should return to sleep..." He suggested gently

Nuzzling those fingers with his cheek, he shook his head, shaking slightly again. “N-no.. p-please m-master… d-don’t leave me a-alone…” Squeezing his eyes, he clung to the master again, fully intent on not letting go. And with his body pressing hard and close against the other, his slender form could be felt through the clothes as was the shivers that wrecked the poor boy’s fragile body.

The males eyes glowed slightly, looking down at the frail youth and his delicate form, so scared with nightmares that the other couldn't even begin to understand. He considered all of this for a few moments, before he spoke again
"Do you wish to sleep in my chambers with me?"

The nightmare plague was so strong and frightening that the boy didn’t even blush at those words as he nodded his head without thinking. Looking up with his big silver eyes, he whispered “Y-yes… p-please…” from his pouty lips. Wrapping his arms around the other’s waist, he buried his face again into the warmth as he clung to the other and wouldn’t let go even if his life depended on it. Slowly, his shakes of fear subsided though he still shivered slightly from the cold.

A smirk quirked on his face, only for a few mere moments however as he then picked up the light youth with ease and carried him back to his Lords chambers
Inside was not really any different from the rest of the rooms allotted to the slaves. Although the bed, a massive thing in solid oak, was larger, grander, covered with the very finest material and one was left in little doubt that it would be comfortable beyond any comparison, especially with the pillows stuffed with the feathers of Royal geese

The double doors were closed behind them, locked against the outside world as the horned man carried his treasure to his bed, slipping under the velvet and silk heavy with expense and guaranteed to be warm

The boy barely even glanced at the room as he stayed close to his master. And when they both slipped under the warm covers, Ritsuki snuggled and gave a soft worn smile before snuggling into his master’s form too, relieved for this comfort. His soft naked skin pressed against the other’s body as he closed his silver eyes and let his blue hair spread over the pillow live rose veins over a wall. Pushing himself up a little, he pressed his lips against his master’s cheek, whispering “T-thank you…” in the softest voice.

"You are welcome" His Masters voice deep and effortless, his muscled frame clear to feel under the Slaves touch. He had said that he was a General and it was clear that he had trained in the harsh military life

Still, he watched the slave go to sleep first, before he himself was allowed to drift off ...

But Ritsuki strayed from sleep as he didn’t want to relive that entire nightmare again. So he just continued to snuggle inside the covers as he pressed close. “M-master… c-can you t-tell me about yourself?” he inquired softly. "Y-you don't.. h-have to of course..."

"Mmmm?" Opening an eye, "... What do you want to know?"

“A-anything is f-fine…” he whispered in a soft voice, keeping his body warm as he was pressed against his master’s front of his body.

He considered this, "... I'm a General, I won this place and my Lord title through killing the previous Lord ..."

Ritsuki just nodded as he continued to listen, his creamy skin was firmly under the warm covers as he listened quietly.

"I have a Master" He smirked, "I'm second to him, and his Master is a God ..."

Listening quietly, the boy didn’t say anything as he just listened.

"My ambition is to become a God ..."

Ritsuki smiled softly in delight. “Really? Mmm… My g- …t-there was a God in the kingdom I lived… He was very nice and helped everyone.” Memories ran through his mind as he remembered. “He would help the people and calm the sea when it was angry…” But the memories faded as reality took place. “B-but… he died…” Ritsuki whispered the last sentence so softly that it almost couldn’t be heard as he buried his head in his master’s warm chest.

He tightened his hold, rubbing his back, "I will kill the God that is in place here and take his place"

“Mmm…” moaning softly when his master rubbed his back in comfort, he listened to him quietly before asking “I-is he a bad God?”

So innocent…

He quirked a smile, "Good or bad doesn't matter to me. He's in my way and he is out of date with the rest of the world ..."

“O-oh…” he murmured softly, thinking. “…D-do you not like him?” he asked softly.

"I don't like anyone very much"

“….” looked down, he asked softly, “D-do you not… l-like me too?” he asked, his eyes filled with silent tears.

"Oh, no" A smirk grew on his face, "I like you very much ..."

“R-really?” he asked, though he did brighten a little as he sniffled and looked up with his eyes, his face upturned as he waited for an answer with a soft shy blush.

"Really" Smirking down at him, "I like you very much ..."

Blushing, he smiled happily before whispering, “I-I like master very much too… y-you saved me…” Ritsuki murmured simply before reaching up and wrapped his arms around his master neck and pulled him down slightly to kiss him on the cheek though given his position, his chaste kiss landed on the corner of the man’s mouth as he blushed when he started to pull away.

He chuckled in the back of his throat, the sound rather like a deep purr, "And I am very glad I saved you" Pressing a kiss to his slaves cheek, "I don't wish to think what some other owner would have done with you ..."

Suppressing a shudder at that thought, he blushed when his own cheek was kissed. “M-master…” he whispered softly, looked up shyly.

"It does not matter" Shrugging, "I own you now, and you will stay here with me"

Blushing a little brighter, he nodded a little as he pressed closer and whispered, “Y-yes… I-I belong to you now…” Closing his eyes, he breathed softly and slowly as he began to fall asleep a little at a time, being so exhausted. The only thing that kept him away now was the fear of those nightmares. Opening his eyes a little, he looked up shyly before slowly touching the other’s pale blonde strands of hair with the tip of his fingers. Then he skimmed his master’s cheek before trailing down to the other’s lips and chest, blushing softly.

His smirk was still there, his eyes glowing slightly the more the youth touched him, "You should sleep my little treasure ... You have had a long day and you will have a long day tomorrow ..."

Pulling his hand in with a small gasp, he nodded softly before resting his head closer to the other’s chest. “I-I’m sorry… Master… I-I’ll try… b-but…” looking down, he continued, “I-I’m scared… to fall asleep… p-please forgive me…” Another new tear trailed down his cheek as he hoped that his master wouldn’t get mad at him for being so disturbing and not sleeping. Closing his eyes hard, he whimpered slightly as he whispered, “I-I’m sorry…”

He tilted his head to the side slightly, before moving a hand to gently wipe away the tear, "It's okay ... I promise you, you will have a peaceful sleep tonight"

“Mm…” He blushed slightly before taking his Master’s hand that wiped his tear away and nuzzled into his palm before pressing a kiss into the palm shyly. Then he licked the fingers lightly and could taste the salt from his tears before closing his eyes again and tried to fall asleep.

"So sweet ..." Smirking, watching the youth taste his hands with a cross between slight arousal and general amusement, touched by how shy and beautiful the youth was

The warm of the room, aided by the gently crackling log fire, was soothing, as was the silken sheets and of course his Lords arms around him

His eyes fluttered open when he felt the Master pulled him closer with his arm and left it there, making him blush softly again. But he closed his eyes again, hiding his breathtaking silver eyes from view as he breathed softly and enjoyed the warmth from his Master’s body and the blankets and the fire. In minutes, he fell asleep with a small little pout as he moaned softly, whether from just sleep or nightmares it was unknown but he pressed closer to the man that claimed him as his own from this day on.

The morning sun pierced through the thick velvet curtains of the rooms that all the slaves were staying in, and soon when the first slaves started to wake up the smell of cooking breakfast started to waft throughout the mansion
Sure enough Desera came around adn told everyone that breakfast was ready and asked if everyone was okay. Same as the dinner the night before, this was all one could eat and there was plenty to go around for the fifty diners

The Lord managed to wake up himself, the room still cast in gloom as he looked down at Ritsuki

During the night and his sleep, Ritsuki had somehow managed to fit between his master’s thighs, pressing his arousal hard against his master’s as he snoozed on. His soft pajama pants rode very low on his hips and one could almost see his little crack as his revealed skin was pale and creamy white. Both of his hands were tucked under his chin as his bare upper body was very soft to the touch, like silk and clouds and more beautiful than the whitest or the most graceful swan…

He noticed the youths arousal, and seemed greatly amused by it, as well as pleased. If the boy was comfortable with this ...
Still, he slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom, his warmth still left on his side of the bed

The boy seemed to pout in his sleep as his Master’s hard warm body was gone. But he curled up and continued to sleep on as he snuggled inside the blankets and sheets; a smile on his lips as he dreams were not invaded by nightmares.

The Lord took his time in bathing and clensing, his dress the same light day armour as the previous day but he hastened to do it in more time than usual since he didn't want to disturb his precious slave ...

The metal sounds from the armor when the tall man placed it on made the young slave stir a little but not awaken as he shifted in the bed slightly before resume sleeping. His long blue hair spread out on the bed very artistically as he continued to sleep. The blanket over his form somewhat but his little stirring made the thick warm sheet fall slightly as it revealed his flawless back. It seems most of his bruises already disappeared and he looked much healthier from the food from yesterday and the much needed rest.

The Master trailed his fingernails over the bruises gently, his head tilted to the side slightly in deep concern. He exhaled, he had other things to attend to right now ...
Specifically, the other slaves. He would leave his precious to rest for now and take breakfast with him once he woke up. But right now, he had to see the other slaves and ask them something ...

Deseras ears perked once she sensed her Master coming and looked round to the door of the breakfast room, on cue the doors opened and the Lord entered, smirking at the slaves eating

Everyone in the room paused as they saw the Master coming. They all just stared and paused as they didn’t know if they were suppose to bow or something but they had enough respect to stop their eating and just waited.

He smirked, a slow smirk that took its time to grow and it was thoroughly creepy
"Good morning" He said in a low drawl, "I trust you are eating well?"

They all nodded and looked at the Master like deer in front of headlights.

He smirked and said nothing for a good few minutes

"How many of you can read and write?"

It seems as though they all looked at each before a little less than half of them raised their hand. Some looked proud while others looked a little timid.

He nodded slowly, "How many of you can read and write religious texts?"

There was a small silence before a little more than half of /those/ half kept their hands up.

A pleased grin suddenly took his expression

"Excellent! And who can do it best?"

They all just looked at one another, wondering if it would gain anything for them to claim themselves. Yea… it probably would. And with that, the ones who could read and religious text hurried to raise their hand and glared at one another.


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“Mmm….” Creamy skin began to move as the innocent boy in the master’s room began to awaken as the sunlight caught his hair and made the blue ripple as he moved. His hand moved up to rub his sprinkle of dream dust away as he stretched his restored limbs and yawn quietly. “Aahh~ …mmm…” Silver eyes blinked as he tried to blink the haze of the aftermath of a very very good night of sleep. Looking around, he saw that the master left the bed. Seeing the slight imprints of the master’s body on the sheets and he could see his rest next to it as he drew back the warm covers and sat up. Seeing those light prints made him blush lightly before raising up and slowly shuffle towards the open door that had the bathroom. Shivering lightly as his feet touched the cold tiles, he barely glanced mirror as he pulled down his soft pajama pants. Naked, he turned on the shower faucets and quiver slightly when light sprinkles of cold water got on his warm skin but adapted to it very quickly as he’s lived in the water since he was born out of his mother’s womb. Slowly, his long silky hair began to dampen as it clung to his beautiful form.

The Lord smirked, "And who can do it for long periods of time?"

Determined to outdo one another, most of them still had their hands up while some of the more truthful ones let their hand drop. Most of them continued eating as there wasn’t /that/ many slave were hungry.

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The water was cool and brought a peace that drove not only the aftershocks of last night’s nightmares but also the sleepiness from his body. Smiling softly, he enjoyed the water before taking the bar of soap and began to wash himself and moments later, his body was filled with scented soap that made him giggle in delight.

"Very well" Smirking, "Those of you that don't know how to read and write will be taught by those that do. You" He pointed at a slave that seemed rather intelligent, "You will write things down for me. And don't all get jealous"

His smirk deepen with that

"You don't know what I'm going to ask him to write ..."

He them smiled again, "Now, I have another question. Do any of you worship any Gods?"

Water continued to drip down his slick body as his blue hair stick to his pearly skin. Wrapping a towel around his slender body, his fingers touched the cool tiles as he got out of the shower and walked towards back onto the bed room. His small plump bottom rested on the plush bed as he closed his eyes and began to towel dry his long hair. Though it’ll take a while, he enjoyed the task as he breathed softly and steadily while he smiled softly.

A few slaves raised their hands in answer to the question, but not at many as one might have suspected. It seemed some had lost their faith as soon as they were taken to be slaves while others clung onto it like a lifeline

"Well ..." His smirk grew, his eyes aglow, "I am your only God now. I will become one, and you are all here to be trained. You are all here to become my priests and spread the word about me throughout the world as soon as I kill my Master. For you see, to become a God, you have to be worshiped as such ..."

"I am your God little slaves, and you will worship no-one but me ..."

Tucking his silky sem-dry hair back, he wondered what he should do. He didn’t know where or how to get clothes to wear as his pajama bottom got wet and did not think he could go into the Master’s closet. So he just waited but looked out the window, enjoying the view of the flowers.

Desera had been sent along while the Master told the Slaves of his Master plan, and she knocked on the door

"Hello?"

Turning around when he heard a knock, he hurried to open it, flushing lightly as he was practically naked save for the towel around his still damp body.

The Neko woman smiled at him, "Good morning! Breakfast will be served soon, I brought new clothes for you to wear"

He couldn’t help a soft smile in return as the woman’s zeal and cheerfulness rubbed off onto him. He murmured a small, ‘Good morning’ before nodding and wondering what his breakfast would be before he reached out to take his new clothes to wear.

"Master is talking to the rest of the slaves at the minute but he'll be back for breakfast too" The clothing seemed to be very simple and warm

Nodding, the beautiful creature pulled the simple clothing over his pale skin as his tummy rumbled softly. Blushing as his long blue eyelashes turn down and skim his soft pink cheeks. But he sat on the soft bed and waited patiently for his master. He didn't want to go down and join the others. With his long silky hair covering the side of his breathtaking face to shield the tear that slipped out. It didn't matter how he acted, or what he did, he would never be accepted. The only way would be to shed his stunning skin and put on a scarred one and pull out every strand of his shining hair.
Pulling his knees and hugged them to his chest and put his cheek to his knees, his hair baring as a curtain for his unhappiness.

The Master soon came back, pleased that he had found a scribe that would take down what would become his scriptures and bible. Smirking, he made his way back to his precious little slave

Burying his pretty face into his lap, he closed his eyes and wondered briefly about his past life; when everything was perfect. When his parents were alive and graced him with their loving smile and when people enjoyed his company and did what ever they did to be near his grace. His heart thumping in pain, he squeezed his eyes a little harder as more tears spilled out before he stopped those train of happy and sad memories.
The question arose again and even though he knew there wasn't any answer for his ever arising question but he couldn't help but ask softly, "W-why... did this h-happen to me...?" Releasing a quivering wet sigh, he gulped softly before his small figure began to shake as he softly cried.

The double doors opened, with something of a flourish from a man that was used to making a triumphant entrance into places, and he smirked down at his slave. But seeing the state of the younger, he instantly lost his expression, quite a move considering that a smirk was usually permanently plastered to his face

Cautiously he moved over to his little porcelain doll, tilting his head to the side

Whimpering softly as he curled up on the bed, he tucked his knees to his chest as he shivered slightly from his silent sobs. Small little tears spilled onto the sheets, making small trails on his skin. So wrapped up in his small little world of sadness, the beautiful creature didn't hear the master come into the grand room.
"Mmm..." whimpering again, he pressed his face into the soft beddings and let the silky material soak up the tears. But instead of dissappearing, when the tears touched the cloth, they turned into small beads of metallic black pearls. But even they rolled slowly across the sheets, Ritsuki didn't take notice as his shoulders quivered as more soft cries wrecked his body.

His master raised an eyebrow at this strange event, moving t the bed and pressing a hand against the sobbing creatures cheek

The touch of warm skin on his own made his eyes open and widen as he gasped and quickly sat up.

"A-ah...!" So startled by his master's unknown appearance that when the poor boy sat up abruptly, his entire body slid off the silky bed and landed roughly onto the ground. His thin fingers grasped the sheets which in turn pulled the smooth cloth down with him too. Tiny shower of pearls rained down the carpet as the boy stared in horror at what he's done. Horrified, the boy began to stutter and fix the mess he made but it just made everything worst as his shaking fingers fumbled with the sheet and couldn't even hold it properly as it fell softly onto the floor again.

Weeping openly now, the boy apologized and begged his master to forgive him as more dark pearls joined the ones that were already on the floor. Completely shaken and filled with horror at his own actions that he hunched over on the ground and hugged himself hard, his nails digging hard into his skin that made thin line of blood trickle down as he continued to sob and plead for forgiveness.

It was quite obvious that the aftermath of his dark thoughts made the terror-filled but still breathtaking creature slightly frantic as he now thrashed his head, shaking it as he begged louder with more tears streaming down his pink face.
________________________________________________________to be continued…