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 Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 7:43 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:11 pm
(sorry, love. I've been busy with exams, essays, and projects. My busy semester is ending now and I will definitely be able to post while im on my winter break smile I'll have something up by Monday at the latest)
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 2:35 pm
Kotaro was not sure whether to be relieved or wary when he was brought into the woman’s serene resting place. It was true this person had assisted him in his escape from that big lug of a man intent on selling him like a cheap whore. However, he felt hesitant in trusting anyone at this point. With timid fingers he accepted the tea, sipping it with uncertainty. How many times had he dealt with dangerous people wishing nothing more than to hurt him? He wanted nothing more than to live a peaceful life with his Master.
“I am Kota and the prince is my beloved Master,” he whispered in a hoarse tone. “Understand that I had no reason to trust you in the camp and I still don’t. If it is my story you want for a meal and a bath, I will give it to you. However, I think you will be sorely disappointed.” There was nothing overly exciting about how he came to be captured. it was all simply a series of foolish circumstances. he never should have allowed his friend access into the palace. He should have sent the man away at the first signs of discontent.
He sighed in exhaustion and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I thank you for this hospitality. The man who stole me away from my prince was an old friend who held a deep affection for me in his heart. His death brings me great sorrow but his actions wounded me deeper. I simply wish to be returned to Ichiro. There is no great scandal or story to tell. I grew up with the man who stole me away and he, thinking Ichiro had trained and brainwashed me when that was hardly the case, wanted to return me to our old home. I had allowed him in the palace in the first place out of foolish joy and happiness to see an old comrade.”
In all honesty, he felt like the only person he could truly trust anymore was Ichiro. They had been through so much together. Good and bad. This woman, though on his side at the moment it seemed, did not hold even an ounce of his confidense. She was after his reward and he knew his love would gladly pay her double if it meant Kotaro's safe return.
With a weary smile, he looked up at the woman. “I am sure you will be rewarded greatly when you return me but until then I would appreciate that bath and meal. It is true I was traveling aimlessly in hopes of finding even the faintest signs of civilization. I will cooperate as best I can until you give me a reason to flee”
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:09 pm
Giving a satisfied smile at the boy's affirmation, the woman said, "It's a relief, then. The prince will have you back in his arms within two days if there's no trouble, and the royal forces will have more morale than ever knowing that the shining beacon of peace which soothes their leader is safe once again." Continuing to sip her tea throughout the boy's recounting of his abduction, she said with indifference, "I've no honest interest in juicy gossip. It's just my job to know the details and to get you back in one piece."
Setting down her cup of tea and glancing at every doorway, she said, "I suppose I can tell you now." Carefully, she leaned over and whispered into Kota's ear with a cupped hand, "I am one of the palace's kunoichi, a female ninja. Although I own this particular establishment and keep up a public appearance on the side for good measure when infiltration is needed." Sitting back down comfortably, she continued in a normal tone, "My jobs normally take me outside, into the world, just as when we met. So it's convenient for me to have somewhere in this city to call my own. I also have a good network of relationships with other prominent merchants in large cities around this part of our fair nation."
Lowering her tone, the woman checked the doors again before explaining, "My last mission was to check the statuses of the local bandit troops. While we clearly do not have a tight check on each of them, their activities are well known. I posed as a prostitute in a local town they were moving towards and allowed myself to be captured so that they would bring me back to their camp. The entire reason I was encouraging you to keep calm was because I had planned on freeing their little herd regardless of how the mission went. But as you saw, trouble came knocking, and I had no time to speak with you. Honestly, at the time I wasn't even certain it was you...but now I am. And I completely understand your lack of faith in me. You had no reason to trust me when I could not even be honest with you about who I was. I'm used to it."
Thinking again about the man she had seen the bandits kill in their raiding of the passing cart, the woman said, "Yes, well...whether he was acting out of the goodness of his heart or on his own passionate whims, taking something from the prince was not a well considered plan. Especially something as valuable as you." Finishing her cup of tea, the woman looked Kota over once more, troubled by his sullied appearance. "Rewarded greatly indeed. I'll probably be promoted if I can get you there in one piece," she agreed, standing and taking their cups. "Please wait a moment, I'll get someone to begin a bath."
Leaving the room for a moment, she poked her head through the short curtain hanging from the top of the doorway and said, "It'll only be a minute. In the meantime, why not come with me and find something suitable for you to wear until you're home." Leading Kota out, through a hall, and into a smaller room, the woman opened a few chests and held kimono up to Kota, careful not to let the silk touch him. Placing three atop one chest, she nodded and led him back out. In another room, a hot basin of water, a few buckets, and a washcloth were waiting. "Please wash and then take a soak. The cleaner and better rested you are, the happier the prince will be when he sees you again. Should he be bothered too greatly by your appearance upon return, I fear he would blame the peasantry for not taking better care of you." With a short bow, the woman left Kota to bathe.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 12:52 pm
[X]Since the Guild Master has gone on possibly-permanent hiatus, this RP is now shutting down. I'll probably delete it later, just no one else delete it until I get a chance to save all the text. >.> So leave it to me.[X]
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 9:12 pm
Kotarou sighed and watched the woman go with a weary haze in his eyes. It seemed luck had shined down upon him. He would see his dear Ichiro soon. That was all that mattered. Of course, he was certain the woman would be rewarded dearly for her help. Closing his eyes, the silver-haired male began scrubbing himself ferociously with the cloth, cleaning the grime from his pale body until the skin stung pink. After making sure every inch of his weary form was thoroughly unsoiled, the boy slipped into the basin and let his muscles unwind.
The steam rose from the heated water, twisting in the air like little coils of white smoke. If he stayed in such a wonderful bath for too long, he would surely fall asleep. After several minutes of lazing about, Kotarou slid out of the tub and dried himself off before dressing in one of the duller pale blue kimonos. He would save the finer ones for when he got closer to Ichiro.
The following days passed like an eternity. Perhaps it was the knowing that made them so long. The thought of seeing his lover again made ever second drag on. However, eventually they reached their destination and Kotarou’s heart hammered in his chest. He was wearing a nice kimono, one with milky pink carp and gold trimming. He was well-fed and even better rested. Still, the absence from his lover made his stomach feel ill.
He wouldn’t be at his best until he saw his Master again. “I don’t know how to express my thanks completely,” he whispered to the woman as they approached the guards, giving her a weak smile. The men were quick to give them passage, one bolting towards the palace to tell the prince of his arrival. “I believe I’ll never leave my master’s side even for a second after this awful incident.”
“Your majesty, he has returned!” The guard shouted as he burst into the dining room where the royal family was eating. “Your slave… is back, my prince,” he stammered, bowing as he realized his own loud over-excited tone. “He and a woman have just entered through the front gates.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:54 pm
At first, Ichiro did not even understand what the guard was saying. No slaves had run away in the past few months. Compared to the state of the country, the royal household was in perfect order. After a few moments, however, it came to him. It had been so long since he had even thought of Kota as a slave that it almost didn't register. Standing up from his throne, the prince waited in a daze, not even knowing what was happening. The instant Kota stepped into the room, his face lit up, and he gracefully flew forward and took the younger man in his arms. "Kota...it's really you then. And...you're really back?" he asked, still in disbelief, yet praying with all his might that it was not a dream or a hoax.
Finally noticing the woman who had walked in with him, Ichiro instantly recognized her. "Hello...madam," he said carefully, sizing her up. "Then it was you...who brought him back?" The woman nodded courteously and gave the usual explanation of how the boy had simply found his way to her doorstep and she had done what was required of her. "Of course, you shall be handsomely rewarded for your service to the emperor. Saburo shall see to it that you are promoted and given both the appropriate raise and reward for returning Kota to me. You are dismissed."
After the woman had left, Ichiro walked back to Saburo, one arm constantly around Kota, and said, "I want the rest of the night alone with Kota, save for dinner of course. I shall expect not to be bothered except in an emergency, and I ask that you oversee all audiences and duties remaining today." Saburo, overjoyed at Kota's return, was more than happy to oblige, and say upon the throne in his brother's place as the two walked back into the inner hall of the palace.
When they finally arrived at Ichiro's room, the older man held Kota in his arms, not wanting to let go ever again. "Kota...this is the second time you have been snatched from me, and yet here you are. It seems as though fate would have us be together against all odds. Please, you must tell me of everything that happened. Spare no detail and think not of time or propriety; I must know how you have been." Taking a seat, Ichiro waited breathlessly for Kota to start, hoping that his lover had befallen no harm in their time apart.
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