Thread: æĄăźç§ (Sakura no Aki - Cherry blossom's fall) @aberrant-hematolagnia
A name, yeah, he guessed it was about time that he did give the other a name since he would be staying there for however long he wanted. "Hachimenroppi, but you can simply call my Roppi. What of you little flower?" His words were soft and spoken with much thought, he hadnât wanted to tease the other or anything of the such so he simply left it at that. The man that owned that place had said his name, but Roppi thought it would be more custom if they exchanged names.
Sakuraya.
Why did they look so much alike? He wouldnât lie that the other reminded him of himself, but it was almost as if they lived the complete opposite life. He enslaved people while this man was the slave. It was almost as if he were looking into a parallel to what would have happened to himself if the tables were turned, but he wished his own life upon no one. The monster he could become when he was angry or doing his job wasnât something that could easily be overcome.
The monster inside of him, it called to him at night, it watches him at day. Forever reminding him that he couldnât escape his past and that it would always haunt him. Perhaps this was repentance.Â
Sins. They had to be paid in full.
The misanthrope wasnât a religious man so the thought of sins wasnât something he considered to be a deadly action with horrible consequences, but they were a type of karma that would always come back around to get him. This man was almost a shadow in his eyes of the past and he wouldnât let it go. If this was the way to recover the past and atone for his sins he would take it.Â
He would lead the other to the couch before letting him reply so that they could be comfortable to at least have a conversation. Closing the door behind himself silently, taking a seat next to the other still without letting that hand fall from his grip. That hand was holding his sanity at the moment.
He walked inside as the other lead the way, covering his mouth with his kimono. "R-Roppi-samaâŠ" He repeated the otherâs name learning it and keeping it in mind. That was the name of his savior. The man who gave him the right to live again. Sakuraya would always be grateful to that man.
As he took a seat at the couch, Sakuraya put his hands resting ong his lap delicately and smiled with his eyes half closed and head slightly lowered. "My name is Orihara SakurayaâŠ"
His voice was always delicate and silky as if it was spoken by an angel. Sakuraya had a overly feminine voice and features. The way he talked, walked and behaved made him look even more like a girl. That was exactly one of the reasons the clients got so attracted to him. Since he was young, the geisha was used with the looks and comments. People would always see him as some sort of doll or object of desire. Not that he really liked it, but it was the life he was used to.
He was sold when very young by his father to a geisha house and trained to be a traditional gueisha like the others. Despise him being a man, his beauty called too much attention and since they werenât supposed to do sexual intercourse, no one out of the house ever suspected of his real gender. No one despise Daisuki.
Daisuki was the man who Sakuraya gave his heart years ago and who fooled him into running away from the gueisha house with him. In the end, Daisuki just was looking after his beauty to sell him as a slave to brothel. Sakuraya ended up as one of the main attractions of the place since he was the only âgirlâ with a real training and because, at that time, he was still a virgin. His eyes looked down for a moment in true sadness remembering those days, but quickly he managed to get rid of those thoughts and smiled again.
"I will do whatever you want me to do. I owe you my life⊠You freed me from there." Sakuraya looked around the place and then back to Roppi. "Would you like me to make something to eat? Perhaps some tea?"
"No no, you are the guest as of tonight so I'll make the food and drinks. You may start doing that when you are fully comfortable here and have your own room. I will work on clearing up the other room and getting you things to put in it this week. So until then you are my guest and you sleep in my room, I'll sleep here on the couch." His statement was smooth and he spoke while holding eye contact with the raven across from him, wanting to make sure he understood that he wasn't going to be a slave there.
It had been a long day and the misanthrope could feel the effects of his rigorous workout from earlier starting to ease it's way over his neck, back, and shoulders. The ache was uncomfortable, but he was certainly used to it. Though now he wondered if the other knew anything about massaging people, "Do you know how to massage sore muscles, Sakuraya-chan? I don't mean to be the burden now, but it's pretty bothersome to me at the moment. I could always have you make a bath if that would be a more suitable decision."
As much as he wanted to get up and make something for the both of them to eat, he also wanted to do something about his muscles aching. The raven had forgotten to get muscle relaxers for it while he was out and could only curse at himself because of it. The place had been a thorough distraction from his purpose for going to town in the first place, ended up hopping into the whore house to get out of the cold. His eyes closing as he thought about the events that took place once more, no one would ever suspect him of being the murderer, there were very few people that even knew he existed.
