D8 putting this up for my peeps not on y!Gallery
Title: The Raven's Child
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Ukoku/Kami-sama
Rating: NC-17 (eventually this one is pretty tame with nothing bad)
Warnings: Future shota and my bad writing. XD
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Kami-sama sat in his toy box, as he termed in, though for all intensive purposes it was a throne room. He was thinking back, to those years with his sensei Ukoku. Back before he spent the majority of his time alone.
He recalled looking up at man in all white, all around him he saw dirt, but this man was in bright shinning white. He grabbed ahold of it, amazed and asked him, "Will you buy me?" A cacophony of voices made jokes, dirty humor pervading the air around him. Several men scoffed about priests and young boys. Others said things along the line of how he was useless and no one would ever buy him. The man reached down a hand to the stunned child in that disgusting street. He stared at the hand for a moment, amazed. For one who had sold himself for a crumb of food, for one that had been abandoned for having such a disfigurement on his face, for one used as he had been used, this seemed an answer to every prayer he had ever thought to utter. He stared at the man's smile and black hair, so like a raven's feathers. If that young boy lost anything that day, it was not freedom but something as changeable as a name.
It started off simply enough, he just followed him around, he was given food, drink, the occasional pat on the head. He was more like an accessory, a mere trinket to the heretical sanzo. Later he was given attention and toys, treated like a prince and spoiled. He became used to this treatment, beginning to believe he deserved it as his master told him he did.
One day they went and visited another temple, there he met a beautiful young boy named Kouryou. Kami-sama was jubilant, it wasn't often he was let around other children. He ran up to this boy to play. To his shock this boy didn't want to play with him, he glared at him with his violet eyes from beneath his golden bangs.
If not looking too closely, the two could have been brothers. Both blessed with hair quite unlike those around them and very similar in stature. As the boy ran over as his master called him, he realized why he had been picked up that day. He was his master's version of this other child. He made a face at this Kouryuu, and vowed to become better than him. He would inherit his master's teachings just as this boy was going to get them from his own teacher.
As they left the temple, he turned to his master, grabbing his sensei's hand as they walked away. That night, he was given robes such as Kouryou had been wearing. Sensei began instructing him in the ways of a sanzo. Ukoku couldn't care less about any of the other priests around him. He would teach his own foundling, just like Koumyou was doing.
Becoming a priest wasn't easy for Kami, nor was it hard. Learning from Ukoku was easy as he knew everything and some of that knowledge was bound to rub off, but actually retaining using some of it proved difficult. The chants he found difficult to remember, only able to use the first few words. The devices he was adept at though. He quickly became fond of his dorje and drilbu. His master told him when used together they meant "an honorable purity..."with the truth that no force, no weapon can destroy". That it symbolized the victory of knowledge over ignorance and over the poisons that tarnish existence. The one that Ukoku gifted to Kami was a double dorje, an intersected vajra, he was told it could be interpreted as the "wheel of the good law". He often forgot his drilbu in his practices, making his sensei laugh lightly at him, and make the comment, "I see you've forgoten your feminine side again", to which he could only shrug, he didn't like carrying the big bell and he liked the thunderbolt etched into the dorje more.
At some point it was realized, his mind had been too damaged by the years of malnutrition. He was an eternal child, and Ukoku's lessons had never been in the ways of the world. He was Ukoku's doll just as much as the dolls his master gave him.
There were many times he would be left at his master's temple when his sensei would wonder off. Kami didn't always know where he went, but sometimes he could guess. Master would come home, smelling of opium and sake and he would remember that temple with the blonde sanzo and young boy. Inside he hoped his master was seeing if he was catching up to the other boys teachings. He so wanted to please his sensei.
His hair had grown long by this point, Ukoku didn't really bother with the actual taking care of his student any longer. He still gifted him with toys and treats, but he was for the most part left alone. The other monks thought he was too strange and mentally damaged and shied away from him. The more years that went by, the more monks left that temple and joined others nearby, Slowly seeping away like water.
One day, sweeping as he'd seen Kouryou doing, making every effort to stand out to his sensei. An act which had become harder every year his mind didn't mature his sensei returned. He had a distinctly unhappy expression on his face and when he saw Kami-sama the expression didn't lighten. Kami-sama walked over, slinging the small braid he'd tied his hair into off his shoulder.
"Is something wrong master?" the small 12 year old Kami-sama asked, looking up at him with those same eyes he'd had on that street corner those 2 years ago. Ukoku grabbed his braid, tugging the hair roughly and looked at him with the slightest bit of anger before releasing it. Kami grabbed his hair, almost petting it, checking it for damage.
"Did I do something wrong sensei?"
Tears welled up in his eyes at the thought of having disappointed Ukoku so much. He tried so hard to learn everything Ukoku taught him. Master dispensing rewards as much as he dispensed punishment. The tears slid down his face as he followed his master inside. There Ukoku turned to him, staring at him as the sun lit up his hair from behind. A strange crooked smile creased his face then and he motioned for Kami to come with him.
Ukoku told Kami to strip and so he did, shivering in the waning light. He couldn't care less if the other monks saw him naked, but it was a little chilly out so he wrapped his arms around him protectively. Ukoku came back then, placing a long set of white robes around him. Kami was shocked and his face reflected this. Ukoku chuckled at him, fitting him with the robes. "We'll need to take them in. You're short," he laughed as Kami held up the sleeves, clearly swamped in the adult-sized robes.
It was then that he bestowed the chakra on Kami, the same mark that had never appeared on his own brow appeared quite at ease on Kami's. Ukoku took on a bemused expression. "I wonder why I am the heretic, while you, one of the used, unlearned, and unwashed are apparently closer to the gods... ne chibi Kami-sama?" It was then that he used this inflection as a name and Kami beamed. He'd never had a true name like it seemed others did, but he never thought on it too much. Master had given him everything else so he'd never asked him for that. It had seemed so trivial. "Kami-sama..." he said out loud tasting it almost.
He twirled a bit in the robes, his master laughing at his antics as he reached for his sake, pouring himself a little to sip while Kami played in his new outfit. He watched him as the sun set and the moon rose. He watched as Kami flittered around, happy as the boy had ever been. Kami felt like he had completed the one goal he had ever truly set for himself. He'd gotten the rank of sanzo, he was like his sensei. He spun around then and looked at Ukoku with the biggest smile on his face, the moonlight reflecting off his golden hair and Ukoku called him to him, motioning to him. Kami willingly returned to his master's side, kneeling at his feet, giving him a smile of complete trust and adoration.
"Are you happy with your new title little god? You must show the world how to play your game now." Ukoku grinned down at Kami, lighting up a cigarette and motioning for Kami to follow him inside, a strange grin upon his face.
End of Chapter one--- I will have Chapter two contain the actual shota... *blush blush*
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Ukoku/Kami-sama
Rating: NC-17 (eventually this one is pretty tame with nothing bad)
Warnings: Future shota and my bad writing. XD
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Kami-sama sat in his toy box, as he termed in, though for all intensive purposes it was a throne room. He was thinking back, to those years with his sensei Ukoku. Back before he spent the majority of his time alone.
He recalled looking up at man in all white, all around him he saw dirt, but this man was in bright shinning white. He grabbed ahold of it, amazed and asked him, "Will you buy me?" A cacophony of voices made jokes, dirty humor pervading the air around him. Several men scoffed about priests and young boys. Others said things along the line of how he was useless and no one would ever buy him. The man reached down a hand to the stunned child in that disgusting street. He stared at the hand for a moment, amazed. For one who had sold himself for a crumb of food, for one that had been abandoned for having such a disfigurement on his face, for one used as he had been used, this seemed an answer to every prayer he had ever thought to utter. He stared at the man's smile and black hair, so like a raven's feathers. If that young boy lost anything that day, it was not freedom but something as changeable as a name.
It started off simply enough, he just followed him around, he was given food, drink, the occasional pat on the head. He was more like an accessory, a mere trinket to the heretical sanzo. Later he was given attention and toys, treated like a prince and spoiled. He became used to this treatment, beginning to believe he deserved it as his master told him he did.
One day they went and visited another temple, there he met a beautiful young boy named Kouryou. Kami-sama was jubilant, it wasn't often he was let around other children. He ran up to this boy to play. To his shock this boy didn't want to play with him, he glared at him with his violet eyes from beneath his golden bangs.
If not looking too closely, the two could have been brothers. Both blessed with hair quite unlike those around them and very similar in stature. As the boy ran over as his master called him, he realized why he had been picked up that day. He was his master's version of this other child. He made a face at this Kouryuu, and vowed to become better than him. He would inherit his master's teachings just as this boy was going to get them from his own teacher.
As they left the temple, he turned to his master, grabbing his sensei's hand as they walked away. That night, he was given robes such as Kouryou had been wearing. Sensei began instructing him in the ways of a sanzo. Ukoku couldn't care less about any of the other priests around him. He would teach his own foundling, just like Koumyou was doing.
Becoming a priest wasn't easy for Kami, nor was it hard. Learning from Ukoku was easy as he knew everything and some of that knowledge was bound to rub off, but actually retaining using some of it proved difficult. The chants he found difficult to remember, only able to use the first few words. The devices he was adept at though. He quickly became fond of his dorje and drilbu. His master told him when used together they meant "an honorable purity..."with the truth that no force, no weapon can destroy". That it symbolized the victory of knowledge over ignorance and over the poisons that tarnish existence. The one that Ukoku gifted to Kami was a double dorje, an intersected vajra, he was told it could be interpreted as the "wheel of the good law". He often forgot his drilbu in his practices, making his sensei laugh lightly at him, and make the comment, "I see you've forgoten your feminine side again", to which he could only shrug, he didn't like carrying the big bell and he liked the thunderbolt etched into the dorje more.
At some point it was realized, his mind had been too damaged by the years of malnutrition. He was an eternal child, and Ukoku's lessons had never been in the ways of the world. He was Ukoku's doll just as much as the dolls his master gave him.
There were many times he would be left at his master's temple when his sensei would wonder off. Kami didn't always know where he went, but sometimes he could guess. Master would come home, smelling of opium and sake and he would remember that temple with the blonde sanzo and young boy. Inside he hoped his master was seeing if he was catching up to the other boys teachings. He so wanted to please his sensei.
His hair had grown long by this point, Ukoku didn't really bother with the actual taking care of his student any longer. He still gifted him with toys and treats, but he was for the most part left alone. The other monks thought he was too strange and mentally damaged and shied away from him. The more years that went by, the more monks left that temple and joined others nearby, Slowly seeping away like water.
One day, sweeping as he'd seen Kouryou doing, making every effort to stand out to his sensei. An act which had become harder every year his mind didn't mature his sensei returned. He had a distinctly unhappy expression on his face and when he saw Kami-sama the expression didn't lighten. Kami-sama walked over, slinging the small braid he'd tied his hair into off his shoulder.
"Is something wrong master?" the small 12 year old Kami-sama asked, looking up at him with those same eyes he'd had on that street corner those 2 years ago. Ukoku grabbed his braid, tugging the hair roughly and looked at him with the slightest bit of anger before releasing it. Kami grabbed his hair, almost petting it, checking it for damage.
"Did I do something wrong sensei?"
Tears welled up in his eyes at the thought of having disappointed Ukoku so much. He tried so hard to learn everything Ukoku taught him. Master dispensing rewards as much as he dispensed punishment. The tears slid down his face as he followed his master inside. There Ukoku turned to him, staring at him as the sun lit up his hair from behind. A strange crooked smile creased his face then and he motioned for Kami to come with him.
Ukoku told Kami to strip and so he did, shivering in the waning light. He couldn't care less if the other monks saw him naked, but it was a little chilly out so he wrapped his arms around him protectively. Ukoku came back then, placing a long set of white robes around him. Kami was shocked and his face reflected this. Ukoku chuckled at him, fitting him with the robes. "We'll need to take them in. You're short," he laughed as Kami held up the sleeves, clearly swamped in the adult-sized robes.
It was then that he bestowed the chakra on Kami, the same mark that had never appeared on his own brow appeared quite at ease on Kami's. Ukoku took on a bemused expression. "I wonder why I am the heretic, while you, one of the used, unlearned, and unwashed are apparently closer to the gods... ne chibi Kami-sama?" It was then that he used this inflection as a name and Kami beamed. He'd never had a true name like it seemed others did, but he never thought on it too much. Master had given him everything else so he'd never asked him for that. It had seemed so trivial. "Kami-sama..." he said out loud tasting it almost.
He twirled a bit in the robes, his master laughing at his antics as he reached for his sake, pouring himself a little to sip while Kami played in his new outfit. He watched him as the sun set and the moon rose. He watched as Kami flittered around, happy as the boy had ever been. Kami felt like he had completed the one goal he had ever truly set for himself. He'd gotten the rank of sanzo, he was like his sensei. He spun around then and looked at Ukoku with the biggest smile on his face, the moonlight reflecting off his golden hair and Ukoku called him to him, motioning to him. Kami willingly returned to his master's side, kneeling at his feet, giving him a smile of complete trust and adoration.
"Are you happy with your new title little god? You must show the world how to play your game now." Ukoku grinned down at Kami, lighting up a cigarette and motioning for Kami to follow him inside, a strange grin upon his face.
End of Chapter one--- I will have Chapter two contain the actual shota... *blush blush*