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Gem of Hope
[ [ ooc: whew! Yesterday, i went to school and worked on my magazine cover for Digital Tech class. It's my midterm and i have to turn it in on Monday but yesterday i was in the Mac room for 5 hrs straight, just working on it and when i was finished i was shocked to see it was 9pm! And i left for school at 1pm! I was working so hard i completely forgot to eat (much to my friend's and mom's horror) so yeea... Maybe i'll post a link to my cover when i'm done finalizing :3
>kiix: yea... sorry about the one liners. It's just basically mean we (Lady Kakata and I) had a major writer's block and probably we were both up at 4am trying to post /something/ while not wanting the other to wait. Anyways, i hope you'll enjoy this chapter more since the posts are longer ^^
I want to thank Sione, romanticfae, and kiix for commenting, the 9 people who voted for this story, and the 857 views so far. Enjoy ] ]
Chapter Five: Gem of Hope
For what was probably the first time in the hardened and bent-on-becoming-a-God Genera's life, he was horrified. Quickly he reached down to the floor to pick up his fallen treasure, checking his wounds (as a man of war he saw physical wounds before emotional and mental ones) and trying to reassure the scared youth
Still completely absorbed in his own little world of pain, terror and tears, the boy flinched noticeably at his Master’s abrupt movement of coming towards him. Cringing on the floor, the tear streaked boy thought that the great man was going to raise his fist and hit him for his wayward behavior so he stiffened on the soft expensive carpet, waiting for those harsh hits and the pain that’ll be spreading throughout his body like the one he was feeling right now inside.
So the boy was completely caught by surprise and wheezed softly when smooth and warm arms encircled him and held him and even checked on his thin wounds. Then the soothing murmurs that reached his delicate ears fell from the general’s lips like the first fresh water to a dying man that was laid in the desert for days. Sniffling, Ritsuki laid his damp cheeks on the unmoving panes of his master as he closed his swollen eyes; silent tears continued to trail down his soft cheeks but not as much like after a flood and now only trickles of water running.
Small little high pitch needy noises could be heard from the slightly damaged boy like a small pup’s whining and tiny cries. Taking a fistful of the cloth he’s resting on, he sniffled again and tightened his tiny fists as he softly pressed his face against the man’s chest while the pearls that fell on the Master’s thigh became smaller and smaller and began to turn to a light grey before the tears and pearls were all gone. The only thing left was the exquisite slave and hiccupped softly but looked a little better.
“I-I’m s-s-sorry…” he whispered softly through his rough throat, hanging his head slightly for his horrible behavior.
"Shhhhh, it's okay ..." The General was disturbed. He was not used to comforting the shivering tiny creature that normally would be condemned to the sword of his all-slaughtering army, but there was something deep within his own soul (if he had one that is, probably very battered, tattered and stained if it existed at all) cried out for him to take this very soft frail creature in his arms and protect him against the horrors of the world which he himself usually went about creating or slaughtering the others that created them in the name of petty bloodshed
His hand came up, the other wrapped around the youth to keep him still on his lap and wiped away the Prince's tears which were thick in his beautiful face. Those barbaric looking thick black claws as delicate as a maidens touch, seemingly he could turn his brutality and callous lust on and off, something that rather surprised him but right now concern for his little slave over-rode anything
"What on Earth has made you so upset?" If it was a person or a thing he was sure to kill it in vengeance, he was growing to become fiercely protective of the delicate treasure, much to his bemusement and yet it seemed perfectly in his nature.
When he was a God, he was sure that probably most of his time would be divided between smiting his various enemies and giving the Prince anything his little heart desired, all the indulgence that Inca usually didn't spend on anything lavished on the pale thing shivering in his arms
The boy continued to sniffle as his light gasps began to subside. Sitting, still ‘cept for the still-rapid raise and fall of his chest, he listened quietly all the while soft hiccups and whimpers could still be heard from his supple pink lips. And his master’s deep warm voice was like warm water of protection covering him and it made him comfortable and he started to relax in the man’s arm when he pulled the creature to him gently. The boy didn’t flinch away again when a hand rose to wipe his tears away which made him open his breathtaking silver eyes that were filled with abating pain and fright.
At the question, he looked away slightly, resting his head on the master’s chest which made his long shiny strands lay artistically on the master’s lap and the bed sheets. Then in a very soft soft voice, he whispered out, “I-I h-had a n-nightmare… a-about… w-when… t-they…” Squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed his face into his master’s warm chest and choked back a sob that began to well up at the fading memory of his tragic. But even then, he did his best to answer his master’s question. “W-when… my home w-was invaded… a-and my Mama… and P-papa a-and everyone… p-passed away…” Another tear slipped out noiselessly and trailed down his silky cheek as he quivered slightly in Ica’s arms.
Inca narrowed his eyes when he heard the words. The little theories he had about his tiny little treasure were coming into place
"You were noble born, weren't you" He said quietly, still doing his best to soothe the upset slave, "Someone came and slaughtered your people. Who did this?"
The small still-quivering boy just shook his head and pressed his tear streaked face against the big man's chest, wanting and needing comfort as he choked back another drought. "I-i d-don't know..." was all the boy whispered before exhaling a deep sigh, letting a very thin slip of tear fall out as he leaned against his master heavily.
After swallowing some air and catching his breath, the boy finally calmed down enough to pull back slightly and timidly and whispered, "I-i'm fine now, master. I-i'm sorry for my... a-appalling behavior..." He cast his silver eyes down and looked away, disliking himself for his outrageous behavior and bawling his eyes out like a little kid.
"There is nothing to be ashamed about" He said firmly, stroking the pale ones cheek, "You have been through something extremely traumatic, you are more than permitted to show your grief and loss. More dangerous is the kind that bottles up all feeling only to have it eat their system from the inside out" He had battled many twisted individuals who fell into this category, and it couldn't be helped but pondered on if such a thing could have been averted if only they were allowed to show their loss and grief in a proper fashion instead of killing everyone and everything around them
"In any case, I will find out who did this to your people. And they will pay for it"
Listening to the sound of the deep voice, Ritsuki sighed softly again before his silver eyes widen slightly at the last sentence which made him look up with shock.
"N-no... i-it's a-alright...!" he said as he clenched onto his master's shirt again. "I-i don't want anymore... violence... blood and... pain..." Shaking his head, he closed his eyes. "I-i can't take it if t-they are dead and their children... wives... friends... a-all suffer... like me... a-and i'm the cause..." A pained expression could be seen as the boy felt the tear on his cheek slip down and landed on his master's lap as a soft gray pearl.
"They will not suffer, that is not how my army works" Unlike a lot of invading forces, torture had no place in his troops. Inca had actually actively slaughtered a Commander whom he had discovered torturing a captive to find the whereabouts of some jewels, the entire army a witness and making a mental note to never think about doing said torture to anyone again.
"I do not kill females and children, to do so is revolting, I have slaughtered lesser men for even daring to contemplate doing such a heinous act. They will not die in your name, they will be punished for doing something that is utterly inexcusable, to disregard the laws of War is to say that you are little more than an animal, and I don't like bad animals in my Realm"
Then again, Inca's first response to such things was to kill the other side, and it was probably his only response in a case like this. The idea of letting such a genocide slide was beyond him
Blinking, he whispered "N-no... i-i... don't mean that...Master." Sighing, he shifted his position to a more comfortable one before continuing his murmur. "W-when you... k-kill those men then the men's wives and children will cry over their losses. Every man has someone dear to him and to kill him..." Looking away he whispered, "...will make that person's family... sad. A-and i don't want that... not even for the ones.. w-who killed... m-my family..." he swallowed a small sob as he squeeze his eyes tightly. Ritsuki was just this kind of person and was loved for it. He didn't want anyone to suffer because or for him, no matter who the person was, even if that person was the most vile villain.
Inca looked at him. The little one was displaying a lot of qualities that Inca both didn't have and didn't understand
But if he wanted it to be so, then who was he to argue at the moment?
"Very well ... " He sighed, "But if at any time you want something to remember them by, or want action against those that did this crime, ask me" Stroking the youths cheek and looking him dead in the eye
"And I will do it without question nor hesitance"
Ritsuki shivered slightly from his master's chilling promise but did his very best to suppress it and just nodded silently. "T-thank you..." he murmured before pushing himself up softly and standing on the rich carpet. He went over to the bathroom to fetch a washbowl before going back to the bedroom. Bending down, he picked up every pearl and placed them into the bowl.
"You cry pearls?" Inca had noticed the tiny little things and was holding one between his thumb and forefinger claws
“N-no… w-well it depends… when I cry tears of joy I can make sapphires as big as your thumb. S-so I-it depends… m-master… My talent brings… troubles sometimes. You know some people are obsessed with riches and jewels… I heard from my caretaker that my grandmamma was very lovely. She had hair of snow white and rosy lips. A human fell in love with her and stole her away. But that love turned to greed when he found out she can make gems with crying so he forced her to cry to make him rich. In the end, she committed suicide when humans fought over her. It was too much for her to bear I guess…”
At the sad story, his silver orbs grew sad as his long blue hair fell over to cover part of his face, hiding his morose expression before looking up and continuing, “I can make pearls when I’m sad or terrified. They’re usually black though… In the slave market, I had to throw them away at night so that no one can see… if they knew I can make gems… I would have died like my grandmamma…”
He listened to the story, his gaze on the round orb between his fingers and he yet again wondered what on Earth he had picked out from the slave market. Another injustice? Did they ever stop against such a beautiful and rare creature?
"I see ..." Turning the pearl this way and that, "They are beautiful, but I wouldn't treasure them"
He continued to pick every softly gleaming pearl up and into the bowl, his head cast downwards before looking up at his master. “O-oh… I-I’m sorry… I should have known that you have no need of any jewels… P-please forgive my impudence.” Bowing his pretty head again all the while wondering why he was being such a bad slave. Ritsuki wanted to please his master so very much but had no idea how to do about it. It seems every move that he made and every word that he said brought only sadness and rudeness. Maybe he is just this terrible at being a slave…
"That's not what I meant" Flicking the pearl away expertly so it landed in the bowl with a perfect aim, "The pearls are made by tears that you cry out of sadness. Why should I keep something that reminds me of how you were sad and had cried?"
Looking up with his silvery eyes widen slightly from surprise as no one has ever said that to him before. Slightly flustered, he blushed softly before murmuring, “O-oh…” then standing up slowly and asked him “T-then what shall I do with… all of this?” he asked, offering the bowl of pearls. A little shy, the slave didn’t do much but stand there though he wanted to sit back on his master’s lap and be in the warm embrace. In his mind, he scold himself for wanting that so all the while thought in horror of his selfish wants. And plus, he was raised to not want anything but only for other’s happiness and here he was wanting to sit on a man’s lap… His cheeks’ color deepen but he ignored it as he awaited his master’s words.
He looked at the bowl and carefully thought about it, "Keep them, put them to the side. Later we can feed them to the fish in the pond, they tend to like eating things that should perhaps not be consumed"
As soon as this was done, he reached over and easily pulled the Prince close, sliding him onto his lap, "But for the moment, I want to make sure that you are okay"
He blinked his eyes dumbly. In all his life with hearing stories about tragedies that was dealt with his people and even from personal experiences, he has never heard of such a suggestion. And with these expensive pearls no less! He didn’t mind, of course, though others would be completely appalled. Thinking of that, he began to giggle as he was pulled into his master’s lap. The sound was so sweet as petals of them began to spill from his lips like a clear high bell. And the sound and feeling… no words could describe it as Ritsuki hasn’t giggled in so long… too long.
The high Lord broke out into a warm smile in total reflex to the beautiful sound, an actual smile that wasn't merely a smirk in a more pleasant disguise. His slightly long eye teeth still showed but the light on them was different
This little creature was so adorable ...
He continued to giggle softly as his silver eyes lit-up with sparkled joy while his cheeks turned to a soft pink that brought out his creamy skin. Looking up with a stunning soft smile, he said with a small giggle, “T-that’s the first time anyone has ever suggested such a thing…! Hehe! I’ve heard of making them into necklaces, earrings, and even giving them to the poor but never… to fish!” He giggled against before sighing happily and laying his head on his master’s unyielding chest. “Ah… I-I haven’t giggled in… so long…” Turning his head up, he said shyly with a smile, “T-thank you… master”
"Well, we could, but that would perhaps be bad luck" Inca was not normally one for old wives tales or religion but when one was working to be a God, one had to be careful about the karma that they are throwing about
"In any case, you wanted to see the garden, and it would do good to dissolve your tears in water and allow the fish to take them as their meal"
Ritsuki only nodded before wiping another small tear from his eyes but instead of turning into a dark pearl, it was the size of a penny and was clear. “Oh…!” Smiling shyly with a blush he presented it to Inca. “P-please… would you have this? I haven’t shed this gem for a while… It’s a moon stone… also called…” Blushing brighter he whispered, “ ‘Gem of Hope’.” The stone was pale and round like the moon in a clear dark sky. “I-it will bring you… peace and luck. When worn on the little finger set on untainted silver…” Ritsuki murmured, stroking the gem. “It will relieve pain and tension to the wearer, whether it be physical or mental pain. The ancient Hindus of Puranic Panthegon worship a stone just like this but much bigger because it is said that Chandra, the essence of the moon, came down to this world and gave the people the Moon Stone. Others wear it for its beneficial effects…” Gently placing the stone in his master’s palm, he looked up and smiled softly.
Curiously Inca took the stone in his hand, and listened to the little Prince tell him about it. Once he was finished, he mused for a second the summoned Desera
"Take this to the jeweller" He ordered the feline woman, "I want this set in a ring. Untainted silver. Size 7"
"Yes master" She scuttled away
Blushing softly as he sat on Inca’s lap quietly, he waited until the nice woman left before looking up and whispered, “I-I hope the next time you go out to… battle… I-it will bring you luck and lift your injuries and pain…” Reaching up, he placed a small shy kiss on his master’s cheek before flushing completely red and hide his tomato face in his master’s chest.
"It will" His masters voice was deep, deeper still when one heard it coming directly from his chest, "Because it is from you and it will instantly melt my pain ..."
His cheeks remained pinkish-red as he nodded and stood up, letting his bare little feet touch the luxurious carpet. The simple long shirt skimmed his pale thighs as he turned around, evidence of his blush still remained as he asked, “Shall we go to the gardens now? I can’t wait…!” Another smile pulled across his soft face as he tucked his long blue strands behind his ears as he waited. Though the long t-shirt was thin enough to shield his delicious form, it was not a very good defense for any wind but luckily, the sun was high and only provided warmth. His silver eyes remained lit-up with the thought of going outside, free, and looking at beautiful flowers that were devoid from him for a while. He just couldn’t wait.
________________________________________________________to be continued…
>kiix: yea... sorry about the one liners. It's just basically mean we (Lady Kakata and I) had a major writer's block and probably we were both up at 4am trying to post /something/ while not wanting the other to wait. Anyways, i hope you'll enjoy this chapter more since the posts are longer ^^
I want to thank Sione, romanticfae, and kiix for commenting, the 9 people who voted for this story, and the 857 views so far. Enjoy ] ]
Chapter Five: Gem of Hope
For what was probably the first time in the hardened and bent-on-becoming-a-God Genera's life, he was horrified. Quickly he reached down to the floor to pick up his fallen treasure, checking his wounds (as a man of war he saw physical wounds before emotional and mental ones) and trying to reassure the scared youth
Still completely absorbed in his own little world of pain, terror and tears, the boy flinched noticeably at his Master’s abrupt movement of coming towards him. Cringing on the floor, the tear streaked boy thought that the great man was going to raise his fist and hit him for his wayward behavior so he stiffened on the soft expensive carpet, waiting for those harsh hits and the pain that’ll be spreading throughout his body like the one he was feeling right now inside.
So the boy was completely caught by surprise and wheezed softly when smooth and warm arms encircled him and held him and even checked on his thin wounds. Then the soothing murmurs that reached his delicate ears fell from the general’s lips like the first fresh water to a dying man that was laid in the desert for days. Sniffling, Ritsuki laid his damp cheeks on the unmoving panes of his master as he closed his swollen eyes; silent tears continued to trail down his soft cheeks but not as much like after a flood and now only trickles of water running.
Small little high pitch needy noises could be heard from the slightly damaged boy like a small pup’s whining and tiny cries. Taking a fistful of the cloth he’s resting on, he sniffled again and tightened his tiny fists as he softly pressed his face against the man’s chest while the pearls that fell on the Master’s thigh became smaller and smaller and began to turn to a light grey before the tears and pearls were all gone. The only thing left was the exquisite slave and hiccupped softly but looked a little better.
“I-I’m s-s-sorry…” he whispered softly through his rough throat, hanging his head slightly for his horrible behavior.
"Shhhhh, it's okay ..." The General was disturbed. He was not used to comforting the shivering tiny creature that normally would be condemned to the sword of his all-slaughtering army, but there was something deep within his own soul (if he had one that is, probably very battered, tattered and stained if it existed at all) cried out for him to take this very soft frail creature in his arms and protect him against the horrors of the world which he himself usually went about creating or slaughtering the others that created them in the name of petty bloodshed
His hand came up, the other wrapped around the youth to keep him still on his lap and wiped away the Prince's tears which were thick in his beautiful face. Those barbaric looking thick black claws as delicate as a maidens touch, seemingly he could turn his brutality and callous lust on and off, something that rather surprised him but right now concern for his little slave over-rode anything
"What on Earth has made you so upset?" If it was a person or a thing he was sure to kill it in vengeance, he was growing to become fiercely protective of the delicate treasure, much to his bemusement and yet it seemed perfectly in his nature.
When he was a God, he was sure that probably most of his time would be divided between smiting his various enemies and giving the Prince anything his little heart desired, all the indulgence that Inca usually didn't spend on anything lavished on the pale thing shivering in his arms
The boy continued to sniffle as his light gasps began to subside. Sitting, still ‘cept for the still-rapid raise and fall of his chest, he listened quietly all the while soft hiccups and whimpers could still be heard from his supple pink lips. And his master’s deep warm voice was like warm water of protection covering him and it made him comfortable and he started to relax in the man’s arm when he pulled the creature to him gently. The boy didn’t flinch away again when a hand rose to wipe his tears away which made him open his breathtaking silver eyes that were filled with abating pain and fright.
At the question, he looked away slightly, resting his head on the master’s chest which made his long shiny strands lay artistically on the master’s lap and the bed sheets. Then in a very soft soft voice, he whispered out, “I-I h-had a n-nightmare… a-about… w-when… t-they…” Squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed his face into his master’s warm chest and choked back a sob that began to well up at the fading memory of his tragic. But even then, he did his best to answer his master’s question. “W-when… my home w-was invaded… a-and my Mama… and P-papa a-and everyone… p-passed away…” Another tear slipped out noiselessly and trailed down his silky cheek as he quivered slightly in Ica’s arms.
Inca narrowed his eyes when he heard the words. The little theories he had about his tiny little treasure were coming into place
"You were noble born, weren't you" He said quietly, still doing his best to soothe the upset slave, "Someone came and slaughtered your people. Who did this?"
The small still-quivering boy just shook his head and pressed his tear streaked face against the big man's chest, wanting and needing comfort as he choked back another drought. "I-i d-don't know..." was all the boy whispered before exhaling a deep sigh, letting a very thin slip of tear fall out as he leaned against his master heavily.
After swallowing some air and catching his breath, the boy finally calmed down enough to pull back slightly and timidly and whispered, "I-i'm fine now, master. I-i'm sorry for my... a-appalling behavior..." He cast his silver eyes down and looked away, disliking himself for his outrageous behavior and bawling his eyes out like a little kid.
"There is nothing to be ashamed about" He said firmly, stroking the pale ones cheek, "You have been through something extremely traumatic, you are more than permitted to show your grief and loss. More dangerous is the kind that bottles up all feeling only to have it eat their system from the inside out" He had battled many twisted individuals who fell into this category, and it couldn't be helped but pondered on if such a thing could have been averted if only they were allowed to show their loss and grief in a proper fashion instead of killing everyone and everything around them
"In any case, I will find out who did this to your people. And they will pay for it"
Listening to the sound of the deep voice, Ritsuki sighed softly again before his silver eyes widen slightly at the last sentence which made him look up with shock.
"N-no... i-it's a-alright...!" he said as he clenched onto his master's shirt again. "I-i don't want anymore... violence... blood and... pain..." Shaking his head, he closed his eyes. "I-i can't take it if t-they are dead and their children... wives... friends... a-all suffer... like me... a-and i'm the cause..." A pained expression could be seen as the boy felt the tear on his cheek slip down and landed on his master's lap as a soft gray pearl.
"They will not suffer, that is not how my army works" Unlike a lot of invading forces, torture had no place in his troops. Inca had actually actively slaughtered a Commander whom he had discovered torturing a captive to find the whereabouts of some jewels, the entire army a witness and making a mental note to never think about doing said torture to anyone again.
"I do not kill females and children, to do so is revolting, I have slaughtered lesser men for even daring to contemplate doing such a heinous act. They will not die in your name, they will be punished for doing something that is utterly inexcusable, to disregard the laws of War is to say that you are little more than an animal, and I don't like bad animals in my Realm"
Then again, Inca's first response to such things was to kill the other side, and it was probably his only response in a case like this. The idea of letting such a genocide slide was beyond him
Blinking, he whispered "N-no... i-i... don't mean that...Master." Sighing, he shifted his position to a more comfortable one before continuing his murmur. "W-when you... k-kill those men then the men's wives and children will cry over their losses. Every man has someone dear to him and to kill him..." Looking away he whispered, "...will make that person's family... sad. A-and i don't want that... not even for the ones.. w-who killed... m-my family..." he swallowed a small sob as he squeeze his eyes tightly. Ritsuki was just this kind of person and was loved for it. He didn't want anyone to suffer because or for him, no matter who the person was, even if that person was the most vile villain.
Inca looked at him. The little one was displaying a lot of qualities that Inca both didn't have and didn't understand
But if he wanted it to be so, then who was he to argue at the moment?
"Very well ... " He sighed, "But if at any time you want something to remember them by, or want action against those that did this crime, ask me" Stroking the youths cheek and looking him dead in the eye
"And I will do it without question nor hesitance"
Ritsuki shivered slightly from his master's chilling promise but did his very best to suppress it and just nodded silently. "T-thank you..." he murmured before pushing himself up softly and standing on the rich carpet. He went over to the bathroom to fetch a washbowl before going back to the bedroom. Bending down, he picked up every pearl and placed them into the bowl.
"You cry pearls?" Inca had noticed the tiny little things and was holding one between his thumb and forefinger claws
“N-no… w-well it depends… when I cry tears of joy I can make sapphires as big as your thumb. S-so I-it depends… m-master… My talent brings… troubles sometimes. You know some people are obsessed with riches and jewels… I heard from my caretaker that my grandmamma was very lovely. She had hair of snow white and rosy lips. A human fell in love with her and stole her away. But that love turned to greed when he found out she can make gems with crying so he forced her to cry to make him rich. In the end, she committed suicide when humans fought over her. It was too much for her to bear I guess…”
At the sad story, his silver orbs grew sad as his long blue hair fell over to cover part of his face, hiding his morose expression before looking up and continuing, “I can make pearls when I’m sad or terrified. They’re usually black though… In the slave market, I had to throw them away at night so that no one can see… if they knew I can make gems… I would have died like my grandmamma…”
He listened to the story, his gaze on the round orb between his fingers and he yet again wondered what on Earth he had picked out from the slave market. Another injustice? Did they ever stop against such a beautiful and rare creature?
"I see ..." Turning the pearl this way and that, "They are beautiful, but I wouldn't treasure them"
He continued to pick every softly gleaming pearl up and into the bowl, his head cast downwards before looking up at his master. “O-oh… I-I’m sorry… I should have known that you have no need of any jewels… P-please forgive my impudence.” Bowing his pretty head again all the while wondering why he was being such a bad slave. Ritsuki wanted to please his master so very much but had no idea how to do about it. It seems every move that he made and every word that he said brought only sadness and rudeness. Maybe he is just this terrible at being a slave…
"That's not what I meant" Flicking the pearl away expertly so it landed in the bowl with a perfect aim, "The pearls are made by tears that you cry out of sadness. Why should I keep something that reminds me of how you were sad and had cried?"
Looking up with his silvery eyes widen slightly from surprise as no one has ever said that to him before. Slightly flustered, he blushed softly before murmuring, “O-oh…” then standing up slowly and asked him “T-then what shall I do with… all of this?” he asked, offering the bowl of pearls. A little shy, the slave didn’t do much but stand there though he wanted to sit back on his master’s lap and be in the warm embrace. In his mind, he scold himself for wanting that so all the while thought in horror of his selfish wants. And plus, he was raised to not want anything but only for other’s happiness and here he was wanting to sit on a man’s lap… His cheeks’ color deepen but he ignored it as he awaited his master’s words.
He looked at the bowl and carefully thought about it, "Keep them, put them to the side. Later we can feed them to the fish in the pond, they tend to like eating things that should perhaps not be consumed"
As soon as this was done, he reached over and easily pulled the Prince close, sliding him onto his lap, "But for the moment, I want to make sure that you are okay"
He blinked his eyes dumbly. In all his life with hearing stories about tragedies that was dealt with his people and even from personal experiences, he has never heard of such a suggestion. And with these expensive pearls no less! He didn’t mind, of course, though others would be completely appalled. Thinking of that, he began to giggle as he was pulled into his master’s lap. The sound was so sweet as petals of them began to spill from his lips like a clear high bell. And the sound and feeling… no words could describe it as Ritsuki hasn’t giggled in so long… too long.
The high Lord broke out into a warm smile in total reflex to the beautiful sound, an actual smile that wasn't merely a smirk in a more pleasant disguise. His slightly long eye teeth still showed but the light on them was different
This little creature was so adorable ...
He continued to giggle softly as his silver eyes lit-up with sparkled joy while his cheeks turned to a soft pink that brought out his creamy skin. Looking up with a stunning soft smile, he said with a small giggle, “T-that’s the first time anyone has ever suggested such a thing…! Hehe! I’ve heard of making them into necklaces, earrings, and even giving them to the poor but never… to fish!” He giggled against before sighing happily and laying his head on his master’s unyielding chest. “Ah… I-I haven’t giggled in… so long…” Turning his head up, he said shyly with a smile, “T-thank you… master”
"Well, we could, but that would perhaps be bad luck" Inca was not normally one for old wives tales or religion but when one was working to be a God, one had to be careful about the karma that they are throwing about
"In any case, you wanted to see the garden, and it would do good to dissolve your tears in water and allow the fish to take them as their meal"
Ritsuki only nodded before wiping another small tear from his eyes but instead of turning into a dark pearl, it was the size of a penny and was clear. “Oh…!” Smiling shyly with a blush he presented it to Inca. “P-please… would you have this? I haven’t shed this gem for a while… It’s a moon stone… also called…” Blushing brighter he whispered, “ ‘Gem of Hope’.” The stone was pale and round like the moon in a clear dark sky. “I-it will bring you… peace and luck. When worn on the little finger set on untainted silver…” Ritsuki murmured, stroking the gem. “It will relieve pain and tension to the wearer, whether it be physical or mental pain. The ancient Hindus of Puranic Panthegon worship a stone just like this but much bigger because it is said that Chandra, the essence of the moon, came down to this world and gave the people the Moon Stone. Others wear it for its beneficial effects…” Gently placing the stone in his master’s palm, he looked up and smiled softly.
Curiously Inca took the stone in his hand, and listened to the little Prince tell him about it. Once he was finished, he mused for a second the summoned Desera
"Take this to the jeweller" He ordered the feline woman, "I want this set in a ring. Untainted silver. Size 7"
"Yes master" She scuttled away
Blushing softly as he sat on Inca’s lap quietly, he waited until the nice woman left before looking up and whispered, “I-I hope the next time you go out to… battle… I-it will bring you luck and lift your injuries and pain…” Reaching up, he placed a small shy kiss on his master’s cheek before flushing completely red and hide his tomato face in his master’s chest.
"It will" His masters voice was deep, deeper still when one heard it coming directly from his chest, "Because it is from you and it will instantly melt my pain ..."
His cheeks remained pinkish-red as he nodded and stood up, letting his bare little feet touch the luxurious carpet. The simple long shirt skimmed his pale thighs as he turned around, evidence of his blush still remained as he asked, “Shall we go to the gardens now? I can’t wait…!” Another smile pulled across his soft face as he tucked his long blue strands behind his ears as he waited. Though the long t-shirt was thin enough to shield his delicious form, it was not a very good defense for any wind but luckily, the sun was high and only provided warmth. His silver eyes remained lit-up with the thought of going outside, free, and looking at beautiful flowers that were devoid from him for a while. He just couldn’t wait.
________________________________________________________to be continued…