loyal customer
kageyama tobio in the japan edo period. a hopeless romantic of a failing courtesan as well as a germaphobe rich man.
Chapters: 1
warnings: a bit of a slow burn
Kageyama Tobio was seen to be untouchable in the eyes of whomever he crossed. His ears were open to practically no one aside from his parents. He walked the streets many times in shoes that were tailored to his exact size. Kageyama's clothes wrapping around his body in a way that had screamed nobility and wealth. His steps all calculated as he eyed down the stalls in the busy atmosphere. A small posse of men followed a little farther back, people of whom his parents trusted would bring him safe back every night.
Kageyama Tobio, a man who owned nearly half the city he resided in, the other half belonged to his parents.
You, however, were just slightly short of a popular courtesan who worked eagerly in the entertainment district. You weren't dazzling like the many others who worked hard on their appearance to catch a wandering man's eye. Your clothes were hand-me-downs, shoes tight against your feet.
It was hard working in the entertainment district when you were a courtesan who wanted to exist for more. To be more than an occasional one night with men who pay for the hour. To have more than a couple of measly hairpins that prove men have fallen for your attractions.
You were a snake who couldn't hunt properly because of the want to be utterly worshipped by a single man.
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It was a particularly hot day.
Sunday morning, early with just only the first wave of humidity striking the city. Tobio was laid out on his porch, hidden away behind the already bloomed sakura trees. He wore his robe partially open as he held what looked to be the tiniest book man has ever made.
He was reading in the summer heat, with April having just ended Tobio had been cooped up nearly far too long. He enjoyed having the heat now but no doubt would he be regretting it as the months progress.
Tobio didn't have to 'patrol' the streets of the city until later that night and going into an area where people beneath him stress him out. There is the occasional dirty beggar that will cling to his robes and try to rip the fabric off of him, only to be silenced by the men following him. Whenever that has happened he burns the clothing afterwards.
As a child, Tobio never liked to be touched and couldn't fathom the unsightly.
"Tobio," a voice called out to him. His fingers shut the book while his other hand went to tighten his robe around his body. There's only one person that would be up this early calling his name.
A woman.
A woman that is his mother. She came from behind the paper wall, dressed in elegant clothing that had to have been way too hot to be in. Nonetheless, it didn't appear so on her painted face.
"Your father and I have decided upon a serious matter," she spoke, her left hand clutching a little tighter to her robes. Tobio was fully sat up now with his legs crossed beneath him. How serious of a decision could it have been for his mother to be dressed in her best early on a Sunday morning.
"We have decided on an arranged marriage with the neighboring Yachi family," the words seized him slightly. The Yachi family, Tobio never paid them much attention in his mind but his mother and father seemed to have a well enough relationship with them. However, he at least wasn't dense enough to not know they have a daughter who is around his age he believed.
But an arranged marriage, it seemed to shake Tobio with something foul on the inside. He didn't like the thought of having to force open his heart for someone he can't even recall looks like.
At least they had the courtesy of telling him instead of having him walk in blind to a family dinner with a woman sitting next to his chair. Tobio wouldn't have been able to control the emotions on his face.
He should have expected it, he was nearing 24 and still had no interest indulging in lustful affairs.
He had seen his part of men trapping themselves within legs of courtesans. Tobio watched over the entertainment district as well as the merchant square, a crude joke his parents wanted to play on him. The two parts of the city that had required the most supervision and had the dirtiest alleyways.
Tobio raised to his feet and flexed his fingers, "when is the marriage to take place,"
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It was cold.
The heat from the blankets was rapidly escaping from underneath as the man who shared it, shifted to leave you again. You were nude, you shivered as the cold air devoured your skin with your client rustling with his clothes in the corner.
It was an early morning, that much you could tell. The cheap curtains you bought nearly two months ago did a poor job of filtering the light that came through. The two of you spent a night together skin upon skin with little to no energy to get up after he was done. You didn't mind that - in fact you rather enjoyed it.
"Is there going to be a next time Oikawa?" you asked. The rustling stopped and you thought he was considering what he should say.
"Yes, as long as your heart still lusts for what you can't have," he responded. You smiled a little bit even though you were offended of his comment. Oikawa had been coming to visit you more frequently than the others and amidst one night while you were drunk on comfort, you spilled your desires. He had listened without a word, merely providing an ear. This certainly wasn't what he paid for, but to push a nude woman off of you as she spoke her truths was short of bastardly.
Oikawa walked towards you, he was now fully dressed in clothes that you never got to see in the light. Whenever he came over, he always requested for the room to be darkened, hence why you bought the curtains.
He seemed to be well off, but he has yet to gift you anything except his time. However, he never seemed bothered for his tab to keep running as he stayed with you throughout the night. Most customers weren't even allowed to do that - yet the old bum and hag said nothing against it.
Who are you to argue with money anyway, a woman who practically lived paycheck to paycheck. It feels a lot better to sleep with someone anyway.
You rolled around in the covers, some of them coming off of your body as you did so, "I'll be sure to stay insatiable then so your visits are guaranteed."
Oikawa had laughed at you a little bit before placing the covers that had fallen off of you back on. One eye was open as you eagerly tried to watch the light reveal his full face and body as he left. However, all you received a glimpse of was short, curled, brown hair from the light in the hallway.
He was the only man who has visited that you know nothing more aside from his name. A mystery.
You turned back to look at the window, a huge sigh coming out from you. You couldn't wait for the thrill of night to come back and the search for what you desire to come again. Pulling the covers with you as you stood up, you walked over to the window.
You haven't read much as you are not very well educated. But you do have ears, and have listened to the fairy tales that have only blessed your ears a couple of times.
The woman of the home you are currently in, read a couple of these works to you so then you could base your reactions off of them. Getting a customer, a man to desire you more - to have them absolutely adore you. Crave for a touch that may never come, yearn to have a woman grant them ecstasy in a simple thank you.
Beg to have the flavor of your lips grace theirs even if just for a second.
Even just thinking about it has you tugging your blanket and your thighs rubbing against one another. How it would feel to be treated as a goddess, to be both the moon and sun a man worshipped. You've only seen it depicted in novels or paintings from the distant past. Currently, life was all about men and how women should be the ones worshipping them instead.
Absolutely sinful.
You moved from the window to head to your small wardrobe, letting the sheets fall from your hands. You wanted to change the way men see women, and to make back to how it was. With men kissing the shoe your feet resided, with a single look their way to have them absolutely enthralled.
You changed into some simple clothing with the intent of going into the shopping district to get some new perfume. The one you had currently was stale to your nostrils and you didn't like it anymore. A little bit of makeup to cover the marks of lust and you were out the door with a message to the hag of the house, saying you'd be back in a couple of hours.
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i wanted to try something different with my writing,
this is only part one
