[Aoi/Uruha] Metropolis- 3/??
The sun shone brightly as Uruha pulled into the market square. Aoi had told him the directions to get there, but it was still hard, since he had never driven outside of his parents’ property. “Well done. Your are a fine driver, Uruha.” Aoi whispered, helping the younger out of the chariot. The blonde looked around, startled at his surroundings. The amount of people…he had never seen so many in one place before. He grabbed Aoi’s hand, clinging to it for dear life.
Aoi smiled, thinking about how cute Uruha was. “Don’t worry so much, I’m here. Just stick with me and nothing will happen.” Aoi began weaving through the people, checking behind him every few seconds to make sure Uruha was fine.
They stopped at a fruit stand first, and Aoi motioned for Uruha to stand right next to him, to help him pick out food. “Anything you want, just put it in my basket. Uruha looked around, seeing so many colors and fruits that he’d never seen before. He was awed, and Aoi bought anything that he saw Uruha staring at. After all, if he was going to teach him, why not also teach him by letting him experience new foods?
Aoi led the way through the market, always getting the things that Uruha had never seen before and all the things that he wanted. They passed by where the slaves were, and Uruha stopped, mortified at their treatment. A small boy was being dragged through the dirt, his back full of whip marks. Before Aoi could stop him, the blonde man ran over to the little boy, getting in front of the merchant that was beginning to whip the defenseless boy. “No!” Aoi screamed, but he was too late. The whip came down on Uruha’s shoulder, but the blonde man stoically held the little boy, not caring that the merchant cursed him and continued to rain blows onto his back.
Aoi grabbed the merchant in rage, shoving his face into the ground. He kicked him hard, making the pathetic man scream in pain. Picking up the discarded whip, Aoi gave him the same treatment that the pathetic man gave both Uruha and the defenseless slave boy. “Aoi, stop! You’ll kill him!” Uruha grabbed the older man’s strong arm, stopping him from continuing to bea the merchant. Aoi looked down in shock, and realized that he had turned the man into a bloody mess. He dropped the whip, turning around and running. Uruha called out behind him, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
The long suppressed memories from when he was a child came flooding back, with intensity as if they just happened. There was a scared little boy, hated by everyone, everyone except his only friend. He was beaten every day, to please the spiteful gods that had cursed him and his family. Because of this boy, all of his family was dying off. He was a burden to all, useless. He would run away sometimes, but he was always found, and the beatings got even worse. Finally, after the death of his parents, there was no one to beat him. Everyone else was afraid that if they came too close to him, they would die, too. The little boy was alone in the world except for his one friend, and he eventually grew up…and found someone to love, someone to accept him despite his flaws.
The sound of feet drew Aoi out of his reverie and back into reality. “Uruha” He choked out, his throat clogged by tears he hadn’t noticed. The blonde man rushed to him, embracing him tightly.
“Aoi….my love…please tell me what’s wrong!” Uruha’s face is streamed with tears, although not for the beating that he willingly took. He had searched for Aoi, but he thought he wouldn’t be able to find him. He was really worried about his love, the way he beat the merchant and ran off…it wasn’t like him.
“The boy! What of the boy?” Aoi gasped, remembering the poor slave boy. Uruha squeezed his hand, his other hand caressing the elder’s cheek.
“Don’t worry about him, a woman whose son had recently died payed for his freedom. Now please tell me, why did you react like that back then?” Uruha’s soft, caring eyes questioned the dark haired man. He was truly concerned about Aoi.
“I…when I was a child, I was beaten. When I saw that child suffering and you taking the whipping, it made me enraged. I couldn’t handle seeing such a display of human cruelty, so I snapped. I’m deeply sorry that you had to see that side of me that would hurt someone like that.” Aoi tried to look away from the beautiful blonde, but Uruha made him look into his eyes.
“I was beaten as a child too, and that’s why I couldn’t let that boy be beaten. Oh Aoi…I love you. I truly do. Even if you don’t see it, you are a wonderful, beautiful man. Both inside and out. Someday, I’ll make you see it.” Uruha softly kissed the elder, wanting him to know all of his love. Finally, there was someone that understood him, someone that he understood, too.
Aoi pulled back from Uruha’s embrace, smiling lovingly. “I love you too, with a depth that I can’t even say. But your wounds, we have to treat them.” Uruha tried to say that he was okay, but Aoi wouldn’t have it. He made Uruha lower his tunic down to his waist, and show him his back. He gasped as he saw the three long, red marks stretching across the younger man’s back. He quickly dug into the emergency pouch he kept around his waist, pulling out a container of healing salve. “This will sting a little, but it will heal you.” He tried to put it on as light as he could, but Uruha still hissed in pain, obviously not meaning for him to hear. Aoi kissed the blonde’s shoulder, quickly rubbing the rest in, wanting Uruha’s pain to end as soon as possible.
All done with the salve, Aoi ripped a strip of cloth off of his tunic. Uruha gasped in surprise, now being able to see a great deal of the elder’s muscular thighs. Aoi just continued on, wrapping the wounds on the blonde’s back with the cloth. “Aoi, you didn’t have to do that for me” Uruha protested, but Aoi told them that he did have to do it. For Uruha, Aoi would do anything, even if he had to walk through the streets completely naked. He pulled Uruha’s tunic back into place, helping Uruha up.
“That’s all I can do for now, but we should return home and have Tora look at it. I’m sure he can at least give you something to take all the pain away.” Aoi said, picking Uruha up, making sure not to touch his wounds. “Since you’ve done so much today, I’ll carry you, dear~” Uruha’s face flushed bright red, but he didn’t complain. Being carried by Aoi definitely wasn’t a bad thing for him, in fact, he loved it. In Aoi’s arms, he knew he was safe and loved.
[End Ch.3]
A/N: I'm reallyyyyyyyyyyyyy tired, so I won't check this over. Sorry for any possible spelling/grammar screw-ups! I managed to do both this and my homework today *feels proud of herself* I hope you enjoyed it! And for all that celebrate it, happy early Easter! I'll be spending the holiday with my dad's family...please someone, just shoot me! I hate them :'(
Oh well! Comments are appreciated <3
Aoi smiled, thinking about how cute Uruha was. “Don’t worry so much, I’m here. Just stick with me and nothing will happen.” Aoi began weaving through the people, checking behind him every few seconds to make sure Uruha was fine.
They stopped at a fruit stand first, and Aoi motioned for Uruha to stand right next to him, to help him pick out food. “Anything you want, just put it in my basket. Uruha looked around, seeing so many colors and fruits that he’d never seen before. He was awed, and Aoi bought anything that he saw Uruha staring at. After all, if he was going to teach him, why not also teach him by letting him experience new foods?
Aoi led the way through the market, always getting the things that Uruha had never seen before and all the things that he wanted. They passed by where the slaves were, and Uruha stopped, mortified at their treatment. A small boy was being dragged through the dirt, his back full of whip marks. Before Aoi could stop him, the blonde man ran over to the little boy, getting in front of the merchant that was beginning to whip the defenseless boy. “No!” Aoi screamed, but he was too late. The whip came down on Uruha’s shoulder, but the blonde man stoically held the little boy, not caring that the merchant cursed him and continued to rain blows onto his back.
Aoi grabbed the merchant in rage, shoving his face into the ground. He kicked him hard, making the pathetic man scream in pain. Picking up the discarded whip, Aoi gave him the same treatment that the pathetic man gave both Uruha and the defenseless slave boy. “Aoi, stop! You’ll kill him!” Uruha grabbed the older man’s strong arm, stopping him from continuing to bea the merchant. Aoi looked down in shock, and realized that he had turned the man into a bloody mess. He dropped the whip, turning around and running. Uruha called out behind him, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
The long suppressed memories from when he was a child came flooding back, with intensity as if they just happened. There was a scared little boy, hated by everyone, everyone except his only friend. He was beaten every day, to please the spiteful gods that had cursed him and his family. Because of this boy, all of his family was dying off. He was a burden to all, useless. He would run away sometimes, but he was always found, and the beatings got even worse. Finally, after the death of his parents, there was no one to beat him. Everyone else was afraid that if they came too close to him, they would die, too. The little boy was alone in the world except for his one friend, and he eventually grew up…and found someone to love, someone to accept him despite his flaws.
The sound of feet drew Aoi out of his reverie and back into reality. “Uruha” He choked out, his throat clogged by tears he hadn’t noticed. The blonde man rushed to him, embracing him tightly.
“Aoi….my love…please tell me what’s wrong!” Uruha’s face is streamed with tears, although not for the beating that he willingly took. He had searched for Aoi, but he thought he wouldn’t be able to find him. He was really worried about his love, the way he beat the merchant and ran off…it wasn’t like him.
“The boy! What of the boy?” Aoi gasped, remembering the poor slave boy. Uruha squeezed his hand, his other hand caressing the elder’s cheek.
“Don’t worry about him, a woman whose son had recently died payed for his freedom. Now please tell me, why did you react like that back then?” Uruha’s soft, caring eyes questioned the dark haired man. He was truly concerned about Aoi.
“I…when I was a child, I was beaten. When I saw that child suffering and you taking the whipping, it made me enraged. I couldn’t handle seeing such a display of human cruelty, so I snapped. I’m deeply sorry that you had to see that side of me that would hurt someone like that.” Aoi tried to look away from the beautiful blonde, but Uruha made him look into his eyes.
“I was beaten as a child too, and that’s why I couldn’t let that boy be beaten. Oh Aoi…I love you. I truly do. Even if you don’t see it, you are a wonderful, beautiful man. Both inside and out. Someday, I’ll make you see it.” Uruha softly kissed the elder, wanting him to know all of his love. Finally, there was someone that understood him, someone that he understood, too.
Aoi pulled back from Uruha’s embrace, smiling lovingly. “I love you too, with a depth that I can’t even say. But your wounds, we have to treat them.” Uruha tried to say that he was okay, but Aoi wouldn’t have it. He made Uruha lower his tunic down to his waist, and show him his back. He gasped as he saw the three long, red marks stretching across the younger man’s back. He quickly dug into the emergency pouch he kept around his waist, pulling out a container of healing salve. “This will sting a little, but it will heal you.” He tried to put it on as light as he could, but Uruha still hissed in pain, obviously not meaning for him to hear. Aoi kissed the blonde’s shoulder, quickly rubbing the rest in, wanting Uruha’s pain to end as soon as possible.
All done with the salve, Aoi ripped a strip of cloth off of his tunic. Uruha gasped in surprise, now being able to see a great deal of the elder’s muscular thighs. Aoi just continued on, wrapping the wounds on the blonde’s back with the cloth. “Aoi, you didn’t have to do that for me” Uruha protested, but Aoi told them that he did have to do it. For Uruha, Aoi would do anything, even if he had to walk through the streets completely naked. He pulled Uruha’s tunic back into place, helping Uruha up.
“That’s all I can do for now, but we should return home and have Tora look at it. I’m sure he can at least give you something to take all the pain away.” Aoi said, picking Uruha up, making sure not to touch his wounds. “Since you’ve done so much today, I’ll carry you, dear~” Uruha’s face flushed bright red, but he didn’t complain. Being carried by Aoi definitely wasn’t a bad thing for him, in fact, he loved it. In Aoi’s arms, he knew he was safe and loved.
[End Ch.3]
A/N: I'm reallyyyyyyyyyyyyy tired, so I won't check this over. Sorry for any possible spelling/grammar screw-ups! I managed to do both this and my homework today *feels proud of herself* I hope you enjoyed it! And for all that celebrate it, happy early Easter! I'll be spending the holiday with my dad's family...please someone, just shoot me! I hate them :'(
Oh well! Comments are appreciated <3