The Mute Princess [3/??] ReitaxRuki
Title: The Mute Princess
Author: bloodwolfgirl
Pairing: Reita x Ruki
Chapter: 3/??
Genre: Romance, Historical, Angst
Warnings: Unbeta’d, cussing, cross-dressing, mentions of rape
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After witnessing his mother being brutally murdered and raped Takanori became mute and developed a fear towards men. He suddenly finds himself out of his comfort zone and as the official artist of prince. A prince who’s determined to make Takanori happy again.
Comments: Sorry it took so long for this chapter, had it written for weeks, but I was lazy on revising and just now revised it.
Chapter List here.
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Takanori sat up rubbed his eyes, instantly regretting doing that since he got black kohl all over his hands. Standing up he walked over to his vanity table and sat down on the plush pillow. He noticed the water had been changed, then he stopped. How had he gotten into his room? He was with Akira…then he must have fell asleep…did Akira take him to his room? Takanori mentally beat himself up for letting his guard down.
“Takanori, are you awake?”
He jumped as Mai’s voice and shook his wrist. She opened the door and smiled.
“I have come to take you to the bath, I am sure you feel a bit dirty after yesterday’s trip.”
He nodded and took out his hair clip setting it down on the table and quickly cleaned the kohl from his eyes. Standing up he went to his bags and pulled out a new outfit, then he noticed something. He still had Akira’s haori from last night. Taking it off her folded it up and left it on the vanity table. Standing up glanced his dog who was still asleep, baby’s needed their sleep too, he mused. Walking out his room he closed the door behind him.
“I’ll take care of your dog once I get you to the bath, okay?”
He nodded.
“Also I left a sign on the door so people will stay out while you’re bathing, is that okay?”
He nodded again, that was okay because he wouldn’t want someone seeing him and his vital regions. When they arrived to the bath area he opened the door and bowed to thank her, she then told him to leave his dirty clothes in the basket so she could wash them later. She than closed the door leaving him alone. Grabbing one of the longer towels he set it on the self and he began strip down, placing his dirty clothes in the basket. He wrapped the towel around his chest, yes that was what women did, but he was very self conscious, he walked out to the hot spring. It was secluded and had a tall wooden fence around it. Holding his towel tighter he stepped in the hot water and sat down letting out a sigh of content. Looking around he saw a wooden bucket full of soaps and shampoos, looking into the bucket he pulled out a soap bar he grabbed a rag and wrapped it around the soap and began cleaning himself. He then shampooed and rinsed his hair.
Standing up he stretched and then he heard a gasp. He looked over and saw Akira in nothing but a small towel, Takanori dropped back down into the water and grabbed the nearest object, the soap and hit Akira in the chest with it, then he dumped out the bucket and threw it at Akira’s head and hit his target.
“Ow! Ow! Okay, okay! I’ll leave till you’re done, sorry!”
Takanori huffed and waited a few minutes before getting out. Setting the wet towel on the line he grabbed a dry towel and dried off and then put his clothes on. He would brush his hair in his room. Walking out he noticed Akira standing there awkwardly and the older man gave him a lopsided smile. Takanori pointed to the sign on the door.
“Do Not Enter…Oh…sorry…”
Takanori smacked him and marched off and Akira hissed in pain, yeah he kind of deserved that.
“I deserved that one, sorry Taka…”
Takanori shot him a glare.
“Sorry Takanori!”
When Takanori reached his room he leaned against his door and slide down. He just smacked the Crown Prince. He smacked Akira. He smack the next Emperor of Japan. He just smacked a man. Takanori just stood up for himself against a man. What the hell. He felt a sudden break down about to happen. That was until a wet nose poked his hand. He picked up the small dog and stroked his soft black fur. Standing up and shaky legs he walked to his vanity and brushed out his hair and placed his flower pin in his hair. The knock on the door made him jump, but the voice he heard just about gave him a heart attack.
“Look, Takanori, I’m sorry…I didn’t notice the sign. Please don’t be too angry with me…”
Takanori shook his wrist allowing the bells to ring and stood up. He grabbed Akira’s haori and opened the door seeing Akira there, his hair still wet and unstyled from the bath. As he pushed the haori towards Akira, Akira pushed it right back.
“Keep it for now, its chilly. Uhm…walk with me to breakfast?”
For some reason, Takanori couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at Akira. The smile the Prince had sent him was just…breath taking. Takanori bit his inner cheek, where did that thought come from? He nodded and turned around and picked up his dog before closing the door.
“Wait…something’s different about you…”
Takanori raised an eyebrow and looked at Akira.
“You don’t have make up on! Ah, you’re really cute without it…you look much younger.”
Takanori looked down at the ground, his face felt really hot. He was flattered, really, he was cute? He didn’t believe it. Akira probably told everyone they looked good to make them feel good.
“Taka..err, I can call you that, can’t I?”
Takanori nodded again.
“Taka, really, I mean it, your cute without it, beautiful even, but your expression right now is down right adorable.”
Takanori punched him in the arm. That bastard, he just called Takanori adorable.
“Ow, alright, okay. Uhm…you look good then…”
Akira opened the door to the dining area and Takanori’s eyes widened. Sitting at the table was not the Empress, but a beautiful women in a red and white kimono, purple and black eye shadow and the silkiest honey blonde hair he had ever seen. Well, he thought that was a women…
“Kouyou?”
“Hello, Akira!”
Takanori slide behind Akira and peeked at the stranger. That definitely was not a woman’s voice. That was definitely a very beautiful man. Takanori suddenly felt very inferior.
“Oh, who’s the shy little lady behind you?”
“Lady? Huh…oh, no, this is Takanori Matsumoto. Remember, that painter I told you about a few days ago?”
Takanori stayed very close to Akira as they the dining room and sat next to him at the table.
“Eh, really? I was certainly expecting some fat old man…he’s very cute. Shy, but cute, you said he doesn’t talk, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, he can’t, he’s a mute.”
“That’s a shame.”
Takanori looked down, feeling a little out of place. He was slightly envious of the fact Kouyou spoke so freely with Akira. Scooting a little close he accidentally bumped into Akira and he bit his lip.
“What’s wrong, Taka? Don’t be scared of Kouyou, he doesn’t bite…much. He did bite me that one time though…”
“I was showing my love! I bit you on the neck! Its called a love bite~.”
“Biting me on the neck while I have government officials over to speak with about important matters is not showing love, idiot. I swear rumors where going around for months that I was having an affair with some ‘sweet honey blonde who was very bold’.”
“You wish you were having an affair with this sweet honey blonde who is very bold.”
“Totally.”
Takanori saw something shiny slip out from Kouyou’s kimono and saw a beautiful necklace. It was on a silver chain and it was jade carved into a chrysanthemum.
“Oh, you like my necklace?”
Takanori nodded.
“I got it from someone special…someone who I love very much…”
Takanori smiled a little and looked at Akira, but Akira had a look of sadness in his eyes.
“Ah, anyways Kouyou, how have you been?”
Kouyou smiled again and became talking about something., Takanori suddenly felt like a third wheel in this room. He just listened as the two bantered back and forth about things. He suddenly wasn’t feeling very hungry. The door opened and Mai appeared with a smile.
“Akira, your mother wishes to speak with you, is that okay?”
“Yes, its fine. I will be back you two. Don’t get into a fight or whatever. Kouyou, please be nice, okay? He’s new here and he’s just trying to find his place around here.”
“I will, I won’t be mean, okay?”
“Alright…”
Takanori grabbed Akira’s sleeve and Akira looked at him with wide eyes.
“I’ll be back Taka, don’t worry, later we can go for a walk in the gardens. See you two in a bit.”
The room filled with an awkward silence after Akira left, Takanori began playing with the hem of his sleeve. He just wanted to disappear or have Akira return instead of this dreadful silence. He brought his hand up and fiddled with his necklace.
“You seem nervous? I wonder why…is it because I’m a man…? You’re probably thinking of all the horrible things I could do to you, aren’t you? I could easily take advantage of you…you’re so small and delicate.”
Takanori shivered, he really didn’t like this man, at all.
“But I won’t, that’s because I know what its like to be taken advantage of. Hmm, you got it so easy princess. Look at you, living in the lap of luxury. Don’t get use to it, Akira will drop you like hot coal. If I was you, I wouldn’t get attached, Akira has a habit of getting bored of his play things. I bet you weren’t really summoned here for you art, Akira probably got bored with his last play thing and needed a new one.
“Then low and behold look, they found a pretty little face walking around. That pretty little face is you of course, they probably figured since you were quiet he wouldn’t get bored so easily and would try to figure out how to make you speak again. You poor little thing you, I almost feel sorry for you. Almost. Not quite though.”
Takanori chewed his lip and continued to play with his necklace. Kouyou was lying, Akira wasn’t like that…was he? Then again, Kouyou seemed to know Akira longer than Takanori did. Would if he was telling the truth. Maybe it would be better if he didn’t get to close to Akira…
“I’m back. Ah, there’s so much tension in here, what happened? Taka, was Kouyou mean to you? Kouyou, what did I tell you?”
“I wasn’t mean to him, we had a nice chat didn’t we, Taka-chan?”
Takanori nodded and then stood up bowing to excuse himself, leaving the room he closed the door behind him and the sound of bells jingling slowly faded.
“I hope you weren’t mean to him. He’s gone through a lot. Anyways, why are you here?”
“Ah, well, in three days I have dance…it’s a traditional fan dance followed by sword dance…do you want to come?”
“Oh? Really? Sure I’ll come, your dances are beautiful.”
“Oh, thank you Akira, really this makes me happy.”
“Now…one more thing…Kouyou…when will you let me help you out of that place, I’ve told you I could help.”
Kouyou shook his head, hair falling into his eyes.
“Aki, not this again…please…”
“Kouyou…we’ve know each other since birth basically, we grew up together…”
“I know, I know, but I don’t deserve it, I am nothing but a worthless, dirty, disgusting whore.”
“Its not like you wanted to be, Kou, you were kidnapped and sold into that. Let me finish paying off that debt and you can just work here to pay it back…instead of that disgusting place…”
“I appreciate you want to help, I do, I couldn’t do that though, that would tarnish your family name. What would everyone think if they knew you bought some prostitute? I’m sorry, but I need to go…work calls…”
“Kouyou…”
“Its not Kouyou right now,” Kouyou spat. “Its Uruha.”
Akira sighed and set his head on the table, everything with Kouyou was always so difficult now. Standing up he decided to go find Taka and take a walk in the gardens. That would more than likely calm him down, plus Taka seemed a little stressed while leaving. Getting up he left the room and closed the door behind him and made his way for Taka’s room. Getting there he knocked on the door, he got nothing but silence, he tried again and once again got nothing. Sliding open the door he saw Taka fast asleep on his futon, he was a little confused since it was still early in the morning and Taka was right back asleep. Closing the door he left and went to his mother’s chamber’s.
Takanori sat up when he heard the door close. It shouldn’t be too hard to ignore Akira, remain quiet and hopefully unnoticed. Only seeing Akira when queen required it. Yet, why was a little voice in the back of his head telling him he was being a fool?
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A/N: Forever sucking at writing…I had this written for weeks…forever lazy on uploading…plus I moved into a new house and things were stressful.
Author: bloodwolfgirl
Pairing: Reita x Ruki
Chapter: 3/??
Genre: Romance, Historical, Angst
Warnings: Unbeta’d, cussing, cross-dressing, mentions of rape
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After witnessing his mother being brutally murdered and raped Takanori became mute and developed a fear towards men. He suddenly finds himself out of his comfort zone and as the official artist of prince. A prince who’s determined to make Takanori happy again.
Comments: Sorry it took so long for this chapter, had it written for weeks, but I was lazy on revising and just now revised it.
Chapter List here.
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Takanori sat up rubbed his eyes, instantly regretting doing that since he got black kohl all over his hands. Standing up he walked over to his vanity table and sat down on the plush pillow. He noticed the water had been changed, then he stopped. How had he gotten into his room? He was with Akira…then he must have fell asleep…did Akira take him to his room? Takanori mentally beat himself up for letting his guard down.
“Takanori, are you awake?”
He jumped as Mai’s voice and shook his wrist. She opened the door and smiled.
“I have come to take you to the bath, I am sure you feel a bit dirty after yesterday’s trip.”
He nodded and took out his hair clip setting it down on the table and quickly cleaned the kohl from his eyes. Standing up he went to his bags and pulled out a new outfit, then he noticed something. He still had Akira’s haori from last night. Taking it off her folded it up and left it on the vanity table. Standing up glanced his dog who was still asleep, baby’s needed their sleep too, he mused. Walking out his room he closed the door behind him.
“I’ll take care of your dog once I get you to the bath, okay?”
He nodded.
“Also I left a sign on the door so people will stay out while you’re bathing, is that okay?”
He nodded again, that was okay because he wouldn’t want someone seeing him and his vital regions. When they arrived to the bath area he opened the door and bowed to thank her, she then told him to leave his dirty clothes in the basket so she could wash them later. She than closed the door leaving him alone. Grabbing one of the longer towels he set it on the self and he began strip down, placing his dirty clothes in the basket. He wrapped the towel around his chest, yes that was what women did, but he was very self conscious, he walked out to the hot spring. It was secluded and had a tall wooden fence around it. Holding his towel tighter he stepped in the hot water and sat down letting out a sigh of content. Looking around he saw a wooden bucket full of soaps and shampoos, looking into the bucket he pulled out a soap bar he grabbed a rag and wrapped it around the soap and began cleaning himself. He then shampooed and rinsed his hair.
Standing up he stretched and then he heard a gasp. He looked over and saw Akira in nothing but a small towel, Takanori dropped back down into the water and grabbed the nearest object, the soap and hit Akira in the chest with it, then he dumped out the bucket and threw it at Akira’s head and hit his target.
“Ow! Ow! Okay, okay! I’ll leave till you’re done, sorry!”
Takanori huffed and waited a few minutes before getting out. Setting the wet towel on the line he grabbed a dry towel and dried off and then put his clothes on. He would brush his hair in his room. Walking out he noticed Akira standing there awkwardly and the older man gave him a lopsided smile. Takanori pointed to the sign on the door.
“Do Not Enter…Oh…sorry…”
Takanori smacked him and marched off and Akira hissed in pain, yeah he kind of deserved that.
“I deserved that one, sorry Taka…”
Takanori shot him a glare.
“Sorry Takanori!”
When Takanori reached his room he leaned against his door and slide down. He just smacked the Crown Prince. He smacked Akira. He smack the next Emperor of Japan. He just smacked a man. Takanori just stood up for himself against a man. What the hell. He felt a sudden break down about to happen. That was until a wet nose poked his hand. He picked up the small dog and stroked his soft black fur. Standing up and shaky legs he walked to his vanity and brushed out his hair and placed his flower pin in his hair. The knock on the door made him jump, but the voice he heard just about gave him a heart attack.
“Look, Takanori, I’m sorry…I didn’t notice the sign. Please don’t be too angry with me…”
Takanori shook his wrist allowing the bells to ring and stood up. He grabbed Akira’s haori and opened the door seeing Akira there, his hair still wet and unstyled from the bath. As he pushed the haori towards Akira, Akira pushed it right back.
“Keep it for now, its chilly. Uhm…walk with me to breakfast?”
For some reason, Takanori couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at Akira. The smile the Prince had sent him was just…breath taking. Takanori bit his inner cheek, where did that thought come from? He nodded and turned around and picked up his dog before closing the door.
“Wait…something’s different about you…”
Takanori raised an eyebrow and looked at Akira.
“You don’t have make up on! Ah, you’re really cute without it…you look much younger.”
Takanori looked down at the ground, his face felt really hot. He was flattered, really, he was cute? He didn’t believe it. Akira probably told everyone they looked good to make them feel good.
“Taka..err, I can call you that, can’t I?”
Takanori nodded again.
“Taka, really, I mean it, your cute without it, beautiful even, but your expression right now is down right adorable.”
Takanori punched him in the arm. That bastard, he just called Takanori adorable.
“Ow, alright, okay. Uhm…you look good then…”
Akira opened the door to the dining area and Takanori’s eyes widened. Sitting at the table was not the Empress, but a beautiful women in a red and white kimono, purple and black eye shadow and the silkiest honey blonde hair he had ever seen. Well, he thought that was a women…
“Kouyou?”
“Hello, Akira!”
Takanori slide behind Akira and peeked at the stranger. That definitely was not a woman’s voice. That was definitely a very beautiful man. Takanori suddenly felt very inferior.
“Oh, who’s the shy little lady behind you?”
“Lady? Huh…oh, no, this is Takanori Matsumoto. Remember, that painter I told you about a few days ago?”
Takanori stayed very close to Akira as they the dining room and sat next to him at the table.
“Eh, really? I was certainly expecting some fat old man…he’s very cute. Shy, but cute, you said he doesn’t talk, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, he can’t, he’s a mute.”
“That’s a shame.”
Takanori looked down, feeling a little out of place. He was slightly envious of the fact Kouyou spoke so freely with Akira. Scooting a little close he accidentally bumped into Akira and he bit his lip.
“What’s wrong, Taka? Don’t be scared of Kouyou, he doesn’t bite…much. He did bite me that one time though…”
“I was showing my love! I bit you on the neck! Its called a love bite~.”
“Biting me on the neck while I have government officials over to speak with about important matters is not showing love, idiot. I swear rumors where going around for months that I was having an affair with some ‘sweet honey blonde who was very bold’.”
“You wish you were having an affair with this sweet honey blonde who is very bold.”
“Totally.”
Takanori saw something shiny slip out from Kouyou’s kimono and saw a beautiful necklace. It was on a silver chain and it was jade carved into a chrysanthemum.
“Oh, you like my necklace?”
Takanori nodded.
“I got it from someone special…someone who I love very much…”
Takanori smiled a little and looked at Akira, but Akira had a look of sadness in his eyes.
“Ah, anyways Kouyou, how have you been?”
Kouyou smiled again and became talking about something., Takanori suddenly felt like a third wheel in this room. He just listened as the two bantered back and forth about things. He suddenly wasn’t feeling very hungry. The door opened and Mai appeared with a smile.
“Akira, your mother wishes to speak with you, is that okay?”
“Yes, its fine. I will be back you two. Don’t get into a fight or whatever. Kouyou, please be nice, okay? He’s new here and he’s just trying to find his place around here.”
“I will, I won’t be mean, okay?”
“Alright…”
Takanori grabbed Akira’s sleeve and Akira looked at him with wide eyes.
“I’ll be back Taka, don’t worry, later we can go for a walk in the gardens. See you two in a bit.”
The room filled with an awkward silence after Akira left, Takanori began playing with the hem of his sleeve. He just wanted to disappear or have Akira return instead of this dreadful silence. He brought his hand up and fiddled with his necklace.
“You seem nervous? I wonder why…is it because I’m a man…? You’re probably thinking of all the horrible things I could do to you, aren’t you? I could easily take advantage of you…you’re so small and delicate.”
Takanori shivered, he really didn’t like this man, at all.
“But I won’t, that’s because I know what its like to be taken advantage of. Hmm, you got it so easy princess. Look at you, living in the lap of luxury. Don’t get use to it, Akira will drop you like hot coal. If I was you, I wouldn’t get attached, Akira has a habit of getting bored of his play things. I bet you weren’t really summoned here for you art, Akira probably got bored with his last play thing and needed a new one.
“Then low and behold look, they found a pretty little face walking around. That pretty little face is you of course, they probably figured since you were quiet he wouldn’t get bored so easily and would try to figure out how to make you speak again. You poor little thing you, I almost feel sorry for you. Almost. Not quite though.”
Takanori chewed his lip and continued to play with his necklace. Kouyou was lying, Akira wasn’t like that…was he? Then again, Kouyou seemed to know Akira longer than Takanori did. Would if he was telling the truth. Maybe it would be better if he didn’t get to close to Akira…
“I’m back. Ah, there’s so much tension in here, what happened? Taka, was Kouyou mean to you? Kouyou, what did I tell you?”
“I wasn’t mean to him, we had a nice chat didn’t we, Taka-chan?”
Takanori nodded and then stood up bowing to excuse himself, leaving the room he closed the door behind him and the sound of bells jingling slowly faded.
“I hope you weren’t mean to him. He’s gone through a lot. Anyways, why are you here?”
“Ah, well, in three days I have dance…it’s a traditional fan dance followed by sword dance…do you want to come?”
“Oh? Really? Sure I’ll come, your dances are beautiful.”
“Oh, thank you Akira, really this makes me happy.”
“Now…one more thing…Kouyou…when will you let me help you out of that place, I’ve told you I could help.”
Kouyou shook his head, hair falling into his eyes.
“Aki, not this again…please…”
“Kouyou…we’ve know each other since birth basically, we grew up together…”
“I know, I know, but I don’t deserve it, I am nothing but a worthless, dirty, disgusting whore.”
“Its not like you wanted to be, Kou, you were kidnapped and sold into that. Let me finish paying off that debt and you can just work here to pay it back…instead of that disgusting place…”
“I appreciate you want to help, I do, I couldn’t do that though, that would tarnish your family name. What would everyone think if they knew you bought some prostitute? I’m sorry, but I need to go…work calls…”
“Kouyou…”
“Its not Kouyou right now,” Kouyou spat. “Its Uruha.”
Akira sighed and set his head on the table, everything with Kouyou was always so difficult now. Standing up he decided to go find Taka and take a walk in the gardens. That would more than likely calm him down, plus Taka seemed a little stressed while leaving. Getting up he left the room and closed the door behind him and made his way for Taka’s room. Getting there he knocked on the door, he got nothing but silence, he tried again and once again got nothing. Sliding open the door he saw Taka fast asleep on his futon, he was a little confused since it was still early in the morning and Taka was right back asleep. Closing the door he left and went to his mother’s chamber’s.
Takanori sat up when he heard the door close. It shouldn’t be too hard to ignore Akira, remain quiet and hopefully unnoticed. Only seeing Akira when queen required it. Yet, why was a little voice in the back of his head telling him he was being a fool?
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A/N: Forever sucking at writing…I had this written for weeks…forever lazy on uploading…plus I moved into a new house and things were stressful.