The Blazing Tempest
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Prologue
DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime/manga Samurai 7. Original copyright of Samurai 7 belongs to Akira Kurosawa, Shinobu Hashimoto, Hideo Oguni, MICO, GDH, GONZO. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.
THE BLAZING TEMPEST
By Rory V. Pascual (Edited by Saiyukihana)
© Original Version 2001; Samurai 7 Version June 18, 2006
PROLOGUE
Sleep was slow to come for the samurai as he lay quietly in his bed, staring up at the shadows cast by the torchlight on the ceiling. The aches in his body made it difficult for him to find the slumber he seeks.
// Damn! // He cursed for a thousandth time. // I should put a stop to this lunacy. I really cannot take much more of this kind of treatment. // Turning on his side, he groaned as a sharp pain lanced through his ass. // Damn it! //
But the warrior knew he couldn't leave. Something, or more specifically 'someone,' was keeping him here in these God-forsaken mountains. It was someone he would willingly take along with him, if he only could. If only he could find a way for them to escape…
His ears perked up as he heard his door slowly open and then squeak shut.
// Wonderful! Another pervert! // The samurai grumbled inwardly, feeling his insides churning at the prospect of more abuse. // Now I'll never get any sleep! //
A frown creased his brow, feeling his blanket lifted. Then, a warm body curled up in the cozy curve of the warrior's back in a fetal position. He could feel the body behind him trembling, tears wetting his skin.
Removing the blanket from his body, the samurai faced the shivering figure behind him, a warm smile forming on his face. Here was his main reason for staying in this land. Gently, he took the weeping man in his arms, running his fingers soothingly through the tangled sable locks.
The man whom he called his beloved husband... Handsome of face, full lips, flushed cheeks that would pit with adorable dimples when he smiled, which was a rarity. And those eyes... Eyes of a warm brown, like that of a playful puppy dog or a gentle fawn. But now, there were tears in those lovely eyes that it tugged at the warrior's heart.
"What are you doing here?" he asked his lover softly, wiping away the tears with his fingertips. "You should be asleep. I don't want that bastard of a lord to find out that you've been coming here to see me. And why are you crying?"
Sobbing, the man answered, "I came to see if you were all right."
"Of course I'm all right!" the samurai laughed. "Why did you think I may not be so?"
"I saw you... with him." That last came so reluctantly. "Why…didn't you tell me? That you were…"
"You shouldn't be poking around in places you shouldn't be in," he scolded his lover. "You don't have to worry about anything. I'm fine." Even to his ears, this lie sounded forced. "All I need to do is think about you and I could endure anything."
"But I couldn't."
"What do you mean?" the warrior asked curiously, his forehead creasing in a frown.
"I couldn't take it! When I found out what they've been forcing you to do, it was too unbearable!" With great hesitation, the man confessed, "I went to the Lord. I asked him to stop what they were doing to you. In exchange, I…"
"In exchange, what?" he demanded. Already, dread was filling his heart. "What did he do to you?"
The man sat up straight and tall, cocking his head up, trying to hold the tears that were threatening to burst from his throat. "It's all right. He showed me what to do. It…hurt…very much, but I bore it all. For you, I would do anything."
// NOOO! // The word was screamed inside his mind. // It couldn't be true! // Not this man! Not this man he so cherished as a comrade, leader and spouse!
Fearfully, his hand went down that trim back, reaching for the rump that twitched in pain. The samurai's eyes widened in shock. His hand came away bloodied, confirming his worst fears.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang and the huge hulk of the lord, their captor and their enemy, stood before them, a candlestick in his hand. His lover let out a mewling cry. Before the warrior could wrap his arms protectively around him, his beloved was roughly pulled out of his grasp.
"So this is where you've been hiding!" the Lord demanded furiously. "What are you doing with him?"
"He couldn't sleep and he came to see me, my Lord," the samurai answered him, fearing for his lover.
"Oh, is that right?" The Lord wrenched the shame-faced man around, so that his bleeding backside was grotesquely illuminated in the candlelight. Laying the candle down at once, he began rubbing that injured bottom covetously, causing a whimper of pain.
"Don't hurt him!" shouted the samurai, putting on his tunic and trousers. "Damn it, man! Let him go!"
The Lord gave him a wicked smirk, "Who are you to tell me what I should and should not do with my property?"
"Please my Lord! You're hurting me!" The man was shaking in terror.
"DAMN YOU!" The samurai roared in fury. "I SAID LET HIM GO!"
Leaping to his feet, ignoring the pain that tore through his body, he punched the evil lord in the face and grabbed his lover's hand.
"STOP THEM!" The Lord shouted to the cringing orange-haired man hiding in the shadows. "STOP THEM, YOU FOOL!"
The samurai did not look back. He just pulled his lover along as he ran through the narrow corridors of the tower. In his haste for them to escape, he did not notice that his foot had tripped a hidden switch on the floor.
Suddenly, an iron gate shot out from the wall, the rusty spikes severing completely his left arm that had a hold of his lover. The warrior screamed in agony and frustration, seeing his arm and the ashen face of his beloved. To his horror, he saw the Lord's approach, jerking his lover to his feet.
"I truly admire your dedication to him," the Lord muttered, both in admiration and disdain. "But you truly do not know what he is, do you?"
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HIM!"
"Do you want to know who is the TRUE filth?" He shook the man in his grip roughly. "As we speak, my men are heading for your base. This man you call 'Taisho' and lover revealed to me the location of your comrades."
The samurai shook his head. "No, it can't be! That's a lie! He would never betray us!"
"Oh, but he has! You don't know this, but ever since we captured the two of you, he has been my bedmate for quite some time now. He begged me not to tell you. He didn't want you to know that your precious 'husband' has been enjoying his present status as my 'wife'."
"YOU'RE LYING!"
"In fact, the reason why he chose to betray your comrades is because he is enjoying his present status too much to want to return to his former life as a loser."
The samurai stood up, his teeth gritted in anger, as he heard the footsteps of the guards coming up the tower. Blood poured from the stump where his left arm once was.
His lover whispered his name in anguish.
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY MY NAME! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" Climbing through the windowsill, he pointed furiously at the guilt-stricken man. "You have betrayed me! I loved you with all my heart and, yet, you betrayed me, and all our comrades who trusted you! Mark my words! You haven't seen the last of me! I swear I will return to get my revenge on you!"
Saying this, the warrior leaped out the window and plunged into the waters below. As he swam in the depths of the river, he did not see the man he had abandoned run towards the window.
"Come back!" he cried out to the man he once called 'wife', hand reaching out. "Don't leave me! Please don't leave me!"
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THE BLAZING TEMPEST
By Rory V. Pascual (Edited by Saiyukihana)
© Original Version 2001; Samurai 7 Version June 18, 2006
PROLOGUE
Sleep was slow to come for the samurai as he lay quietly in his bed, staring up at the shadows cast by the torchlight on the ceiling. The aches in his body made it difficult for him to find the slumber he seeks.
// Damn! // He cursed for a thousandth time. // I should put a stop to this lunacy. I really cannot take much more of this kind of treatment. // Turning on his side, he groaned as a sharp pain lanced through his ass. // Damn it! //
But the warrior knew he couldn't leave. Something, or more specifically 'someone,' was keeping him here in these God-forsaken mountains. It was someone he would willingly take along with him, if he only could. If only he could find a way for them to escape…
His ears perked up as he heard his door slowly open and then squeak shut.
// Wonderful! Another pervert! // The samurai grumbled inwardly, feeling his insides churning at the prospect of more abuse. // Now I'll never get any sleep! //
A frown creased his brow, feeling his blanket lifted. Then, a warm body curled up in the cozy curve of the warrior's back in a fetal position. He could feel the body behind him trembling, tears wetting his skin.
Removing the blanket from his body, the samurai faced the shivering figure behind him, a warm smile forming on his face. Here was his main reason for staying in this land. Gently, he took the weeping man in his arms, running his fingers soothingly through the tangled sable locks.
The man whom he called his beloved husband... Handsome of face, full lips, flushed cheeks that would pit with adorable dimples when he smiled, which was a rarity. And those eyes... Eyes of a warm brown, like that of a playful puppy dog or a gentle fawn. But now, there were tears in those lovely eyes that it tugged at the warrior's heart.
"What are you doing here?" he asked his lover softly, wiping away the tears with his fingertips. "You should be asleep. I don't want that bastard of a lord to find out that you've been coming here to see me. And why are you crying?"
Sobbing, the man answered, "I came to see if you were all right."
"Of course I'm all right!" the samurai laughed. "Why did you think I may not be so?"
"I saw you... with him." That last came so reluctantly. "Why…didn't you tell me? That you were…"
"You shouldn't be poking around in places you shouldn't be in," he scolded his lover. "You don't have to worry about anything. I'm fine." Even to his ears, this lie sounded forced. "All I need to do is think about you and I could endure anything."
"But I couldn't."
"What do you mean?" the warrior asked curiously, his forehead creasing in a frown.
"I couldn't take it! When I found out what they've been forcing you to do, it was too unbearable!" With great hesitation, the man confessed, "I went to the Lord. I asked him to stop what they were doing to you. In exchange, I…"
"In exchange, what?" he demanded. Already, dread was filling his heart. "What did he do to you?"
The man sat up straight and tall, cocking his head up, trying to hold the tears that were threatening to burst from his throat. "It's all right. He showed me what to do. It…hurt…very much, but I bore it all. For you, I would do anything."
// NOOO! // The word was screamed inside his mind. // It couldn't be true! // Not this man! Not this man he so cherished as a comrade, leader and spouse!
Fearfully, his hand went down that trim back, reaching for the rump that twitched in pain. The samurai's eyes widened in shock. His hand came away bloodied, confirming his worst fears.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang and the huge hulk of the lord, their captor and their enemy, stood before them, a candlestick in his hand. His lover let out a mewling cry. Before the warrior could wrap his arms protectively around him, his beloved was roughly pulled out of his grasp.
"So this is where you've been hiding!" the Lord demanded furiously. "What are you doing with him?"
"He couldn't sleep and he came to see me, my Lord," the samurai answered him, fearing for his lover.
"Oh, is that right?" The Lord wrenched the shame-faced man around, so that his bleeding backside was grotesquely illuminated in the candlelight. Laying the candle down at once, he began rubbing that injured bottom covetously, causing a whimper of pain.
"Don't hurt him!" shouted the samurai, putting on his tunic and trousers. "Damn it, man! Let him go!"
The Lord gave him a wicked smirk, "Who are you to tell me what I should and should not do with my property?"
"Please my Lord! You're hurting me!" The man was shaking in terror.
"DAMN YOU!" The samurai roared in fury. "I SAID LET HIM GO!"
Leaping to his feet, ignoring the pain that tore through his body, he punched the evil lord in the face and grabbed his lover's hand.
"STOP THEM!" The Lord shouted to the cringing orange-haired man hiding in the shadows. "STOP THEM, YOU FOOL!"
The samurai did not look back. He just pulled his lover along as he ran through the narrow corridors of the tower. In his haste for them to escape, he did not notice that his foot had tripped a hidden switch on the floor.
Suddenly, an iron gate shot out from the wall, the rusty spikes severing completely his left arm that had a hold of his lover. The warrior screamed in agony and frustration, seeing his arm and the ashen face of his beloved. To his horror, he saw the Lord's approach, jerking his lover to his feet.
"I truly admire your dedication to him," the Lord muttered, both in admiration and disdain. "But you truly do not know what he is, do you?"
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HIM!"
"Do you want to know who is the TRUE filth?" He shook the man in his grip roughly. "As we speak, my men are heading for your base. This man you call 'Taisho' and lover revealed to me the location of your comrades."
The samurai shook his head. "No, it can't be! That's a lie! He would never betray us!"
"Oh, but he has! You don't know this, but ever since we captured the two of you, he has been my bedmate for quite some time now. He begged me not to tell you. He didn't want you to know that your precious 'husband' has been enjoying his present status as my 'wife'."
"YOU'RE LYING!"
"In fact, the reason why he chose to betray your comrades is because he is enjoying his present status too much to want to return to his former life as a loser."
The samurai stood up, his teeth gritted in anger, as he heard the footsteps of the guards coming up the tower. Blood poured from the stump where his left arm once was.
His lover whispered his name in anguish.
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY MY NAME! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" Climbing through the windowsill, he pointed furiously at the guilt-stricken man. "You have betrayed me! I loved you with all my heart and, yet, you betrayed me, and all our comrades who trusted you! Mark my words! You haven't seen the last of me! I swear I will return to get my revenge on you!"
Saying this, the warrior leaped out the window and plunged into the waters below. As he swam in the depths of the river, he did not see the man he had abandoned run towards the window.
"Come back!" he cried out to the man he once called 'wife', hand reaching out. "Don't leave me! Please don't leave me!"
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