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My Broken-Winged Savior (Mira and Xanthe)
For Mira-Charma13 and Lady_Xanthe only!
Setting: Feudal, Asian Type: Male x Male, Slave x Guardian Angel ((Nero is here. Do you want me to kick it off? I could describe the setting, if you'd like me to start it.)) |
Name: Okashi Kurai
Age: 17 Occupation: Sex Slave/Prostitute Orientation: ....whatever the Customer is Pic: http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/p...zlis/Nokay.jpg Yes please. That would be much appreciated. |
This 'sparkling' city was innocent by day. Hardworking. Beautiful, even.
But at night, this all changed. The once-sweet town turned into a bustling slave market, where young boys and girls were auctioned off nightly for work and for sex, or for both. People were paraded about on the streets like animals, on leashes and in collars. Despite this, there were many people in the streets. Slaves were commonplace here. It wasn't a big deal to see them. This was one of the largest markets in the area, and a lot of business flowed through it. It was cool and clear this night, and business...well...it was booming. |
The same path, down the road, into the Brothel, we take every day. ....If i wasn't so popular, I wouldn't have my own Showroom...how I hate those nasty men....I can't even enjoy the women anymore... He followed his master, right behind him. With his sparkling silver chain and nothing else, he used to feel ashamed as he was stared at. ....This damn blonde hair.....my whore mother......taking in any damn man that comes along..... He tripped and fell, choking himself on his collar by the tautness of the chain. "Oh-cuah-oh..." His leader turned around and yanked the chain tighter. 'Quit coughing! get up, you lazy piece of filth!~' He was allowed a swift kick to the ribs bestowed on him for his lack of a hasty recovery. Spluttering to his feet, he stumbled after his master when he began walking on. ......yes.....this is......such hell..... He thought to himself as he often did, his loneliness expressed in a lonely thought.
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Guardian angels weren't widely believed in. Angels did exist...but they weren't 'heavenly' beings. In all honesty, they were just another society of intelligent creatures, living in a different dimension. Guardian angels were often angels that didn't meet up to society standards, and were cast down to Earth.
Unlike fallen angels, who were forced into human society and stripped of their angelic powers, guardian angels could hide themselves from humans. In fact, they were only supposed to watch over humans. Helping them was strictly against their law...unless they were instructed to help them. All in all, Nero felt this policy was just...ludicrous. Balderdash. Blasphemy. What was the point of being a guardian angel if you couldn't guard someone? He followed his human charge, invisible to him. Nero hated this place. Slavery was a terrible sin. He just couldn't stand how easily humans condoned this atrocity. This poor boy...he'd seen what he'd been subjected to, every day for over ten years, since he'd been assigned to him. However, for fear of losing contact with and the favor of his brother and sisters--they were all quadruplets, together--Nero had, with a heavy heart, not interfered. He didn't want to be cast away from his beloved family...so, he continued to follow the boy, feeling the same guilt he'd first felt when he'd just started to 'guard' him. |
Okashi was forced along the usual path into the Brothel. He was cleaned, fed enough to not pass out, and sat in a room all on his own. ...atleast i used to have people I could exchange knowing glances to make this torture a little easier to deal with....people with the same tormented thoughts...if I wasn't such a 'unique piece' to Master's collection, I would still see them...
He was thrown violently on to his large cushion in the middle of the room, lanterns lit all around with incense in a corner. The sickly-sweet smell that assaulted his nostrils almost everyday, Lavender and rosemary. Master had said it was to relax the Customer, but keep me awake. ...no way to sleep through...well this.... Master hooked the chain to the link on the floor near the pillow. 'Wait here, we have several customers waiting. Tonight will be a very busy one.' He laughed deeply. The laugh sent a gross feeling through Okashi. ...I always hate that laugh....it means no rest tonight...and a sickening soreness tomorrow.... The Master walked out of the room, his last words echoing as he left. 'Be good for the Customer~' Okashi slumped into the pillow as soon as Master was gone. ...maybe two minutes of rest....the only enjoyment in this....a soft place for a small time... He fell asleep immediately. ~three minutes later~ Through a haze of dream, textured soft as the silk he cherished, Okashi over heard a small conversation. 'No discounts...do not care...frequent visits...no special pricing...' 'nothing for.....come almost once a....why not....' '...No, same price as always...' He was waking up. ...no...this is....this man....why tonight?!...oh how I wish i had some kind of... But the thought was useless. Every night Okashi prayed aloud in his cell for some guardian to take him away from here, to actually care about him. ....I should stop trying...accept life...this is fate...fate doesn't change for halfblood whores..... The two noticed he was awake and Master slipped out of the room with only one final warning. 'Remember to use the butter. I don't want you ruining my best piece of meat.' And with that he was gone, only the Customer was left alone in the room with Okashi. Approaching him with a disgustingly lusty look on his face, the customer warned him. "I want to try something new tonight...." {~for the plot of the story/romance, i will not go into detail of this scene....~} |
As always, as soon as the mentions of this began, Nero turned to leave the room, able to phase through walls while he was invisible to human eyes. However, he paused this time, glancing back at the boy with a rueful look on his face. He always battled with himself over this. He'd never been given orders to stop this boy's torture. But...
He'd heard him. He'd heard him praying for help, begging for it. Nero felt awful that the rules wouldn't allow him to help... Then, something inside of Nero snapped. He wasn't sure what it was...but something snapped. He took a deep breath and turned fully back around, knowing the line of customers for the boy was about a room or so away. Soft noise wouldn't matter. He just couldn't make a ruckus. As soon as the man was uncomfortably close to the boy, Nero swooped in, quietly. He made himself visible, wings and all, cocked his arm back and slammed his powerful fist into the back of the older man's head. He was intending to knock him out--he'd been in many scraps in school back home, and sneak attacks like this had worked wonders for him. |
Okashi was about to close his eyes like he usually did when this man was him customer, when the man disappeared into the corner. He had been hit. ....What th-.... He looked in the direction of the attacker and saw a fully winged angel, and a look of rightous fury on his face. ...whoa..such a majesticaly, beautiful body.... Okashi's face looked like a show of rapture at his saviour, but quickly fell into a show of horror. He whispered as loudly as could still be called a whisper, "No, Why did you do that?! Now I will be beaten worse without food!....You...They....Will kill me!~" His thoughts swarmed with what Master would do to him when he saw his most frequent customer was unconcious. "With this he will never come back....Master will blame me and say I lost him money again...He will beat me..." He curled into a ball, only his legs and a small piece of fabric covering anything of his skin. "...beat me.....whip me...and....and..." He looked up, the mixed feelings of gratitude, fear, and accusation. "And it is all your f-fault!~" He let his head fall onto his own arms crying.
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For a moment, Nero just stared at him. That was a very peculiar motley of emotions he was just displaying...it had puzzled him for a moment, until the boy started talking. Nero folded his wings up, feeling quite self-conscious. He'd never interacted with or spoken to a human before. Not in all his life. In school, he had been taught nearly all of their major languages in case the need arose, but...he never thought the need would arise...
He pushed those thoughts aside and cleared his throat, quietly. "...Did you honestly think I was going to just leave you here after I incapacitated him?" The question was slow, uncertain. His English was a bit rusty, and he still had a strange, rough accent. It wasn't his native language, after all. |
Okashi looked up when the angelic figure spoke to him. ....he wont beat me next?... He felt a mix of fear and surprise. "Wait....not leaving me here?.....I....am to leave this place?....." He questioned the Angel. Instead of questioning his being an angel, he questioned the statement about leaving. ...no more Customers?....or is he a private owner?....Am I to leave because he has bought me?....If so I hope he isn't an abusive owner as well.... He looked up at the angel. "Am I yours now? Or are you taking me away to sell me somewhere else?" He had no thoughts of him being free, not of the practically impossible.
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Nero hesitated for a moment, not sure how to explain it.
"I...well. If you haven't noticed already, I'm not like you. I am an angel, from the kingdom of Traehon. It's in a different dimension. I...am your guardian angel. I was never given orders to save you...ever...and if we disobey orders, we are heavily punished...but..." He glanced around, ruefully. "I'm assuming I have a little time to explain, since that man is supposed to be with you right now...I can't just leave you here. That would make the situation worse for you. So...I'm going to cut you a deal. I'll explain in a moment." He cleared his throat, then offered his hand. "My name is Nero, by the way..." |
Okashi listened with tear brimmed eyes. When He explained himself, Okashi still didn't quite trust the angel. When Nero extended his hand, Okashi flinched. He held his arms to defend himself and looked through them to see Nero had not moved his hand, merely extended it. .....maybe he means for me to shake it?..... He looked at the hand a moment more and carefully extended his own. "Um....Nero....I am....Okashi Kurai...." He was still processing the whole 'angel' concept. Not that he didn't believe him, just that it was definately odd.
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Nero shook his hand slowly, in a friendly manner.
"I'm pleased to meet you." He seemed to be running through many thoughts, deep within his mind. After a moment, Nero sat down, next to Okashi. "If you have no objections...I could take you away from this place. Far away. My kind and your kind are supposed to be spheres that shouldn't touch. However, there is an exception." Nero paused. "If an angel comes across a human in dire need of help, with nowhere else to go, that angel may take charge of the human and rescue him or her. If the human has no home to return to, the angel may also take the human on as a household servant. The rules of human slave trafficking don't apply in my world. So, in retrospect, I don't have to buy you off of your owner. I can just take you, if that is what you want. If you don't want that...I can leave. But you can never tell anyone about me." |
Okashi wasstaring at his hands and thinking hard about the angel's earlier statements and processing what he just said. ...I can leave, but i would be a servant.....to angels?....why would they need a human...I am in dire need of a safe place....no home to go to....or want to go to.... He thought about his mother, the vile whore to the europeans-causer of his torment. .....if i go with him...I wouldn't be.... He looked up from his hands to the angel's pale face. "As a.....servant...would i be...." He couldn't say it. ...to ask a new master if he his going to beat me, or chain me, is up to him, not for me to ask.....It must be better than this....
He restarted his reply. "If....I can be away from these vile people....then....yes...take me from here..." He held his hands gently in his lap. |
Nero heaved a great sigh of relief. He had thought the boy would refuse, but to hear him agree sent waves of relief rushing through him. He would have felt awful leaving him here in this unsafe environment.
Nero studied the chain that bound the boy to the area. It...didn't look all that tough...for an angel, anyway--a human would never be able to break it. He reached out and grabbed it on one end with his left hand, then on the other with his right, and with a bit of effort he snapped the chain neatly in half. Once that was out of the way, Nero stood up. "Leaving through the door would not be too safe...I can cloak us in invisibility, and, with effort, phase through the wall. Normally, I would just use this..." he pointed at his necklace, "...to take us back to my home. But, using it produces an ungodly amount of light. It would surely attract the attention of the others...and I can't risk revealing our existence." He paused. "Would you like me to carry you? If you don't mind me carrying you, I can get out of here quickly by flying..." |
Okashi had seen him break the chain and felt a weird rush of adrenaline. "Ummm.....I guess not..." He thought, ...in comparison to how i have been touched before... He nodded that he could, but he didn't know how he was going to do that. ...if he broke that chain that easily, then carrying my thin frame should be fine.... He side-tracked his thought to the thought that he was an emaciated waif, but he had his height. He stood next to the angel and looked at his height. ....a good 6" taller than me, but when did I get this tall?.... He pondered this thought as he waited patiently for his ticket to freedom.
He looked around the room and his gaze fell on the unconscious Customer. ...He deserves a further beating, but I cannot force myself to do it, nor stand to see it occur.....I am sad, but I believe Master with kill him for allowing me to escape.... He looked with not hate, but sadness in his eyes, then changed to a dull eagerness. ...leaving...it breaks all of my training...But i don't fear it.....just don't trust anyone but Nero....Nero is getting me away from this.... |
Nero gently gathered Okashi up into his arms, careful not to do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. "...We need to get you some good clothing when we get back..." He shook that thought out of his head for a moment.
"...Do you want me to get this man out of here, so he isn't interrogated or harmed because of your disappearance?" he asked reluctantly. He didn't feel for the man at all, but being hurt or killed for something he did not do...that possibility didn't sit well with the angel. "It would take a lot of work...but I should be able to take both of you out of here, if you want me to. I can leave him on the side of the street." |
Okashi hadn't thought the angel would care about this man. "Umm....I do not believe he deserves to die, for my disappearance. Yes, If it is not to much a strain, Let him free and Let God give him his justice...." He spoke with an unfamiliar clarity and curled into Nero's chest, from the shock of saying a full sentence without delaying. "Side of the road....would be fine...." He mumble from under his face, hidden in his chest.
He breathed deeply to keep himself calm, and began to notice a soft, spicy smell. He thought on the smell for now. ...like rosemary....and ginger....but also like cinnamon.....wait-- could it be-?... He thought harder. ...it is...this smell is from Nero....If I can smell him, he must be able to smell me.......think...no I had my routine bath right before the meeting...I still should smell like jasmine....*sigh*...smell like a girl.... He began to notice how his thoughts were drifting to frivolous topics it had never had a want to contemplate. |
Nero nodded slowly. He briefly slung Okashi over his shoulder so he could reach down to the man. He slung him over his shoulder lazily and then shifted Okashi so he was carrying him bridal-style again.
He noticed the faint scent of jasmine coming from the boy, but he didn't seem to mind it. Smells were just smells, after all...nothing major. Nero sucked in a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. All three of them were cloaked with invisibility. As quickly as possible, Nero flitted through the walls of the building until they were outside. Briefly, hidden in an alley, he regained visibility and he laid the man out on the side of the road. Then, he spread his wings, cloaking himself and Okashi once again, and rose up into the air, wings flapping. He began to make his way out towards a more secluded area. |
Okashi had closed his eyes when he was deftly slung over the angel's shoulder then back to the first position. He had felt if the man was going to hurt him, he would have done something by now. He lay limp and relaxed as they flew, and opened his eyes. He tensed for a moment, then calmed. ....remember, he has wings... Okashi looked over the man's arm, careful not to 'tip' him. ....whooa~.....This is beautiful.... The night, outside of the area he had been held all those years, was different. He felt the adrenaline still rushing through him. ....I....am out, free...never to go back.....but to be an angel's servant?....I am curious to know, but he will tell me when we get there I am sure... He went back to enjoying the view from Nero's arms.
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Nero flew for quite a while, smiling gently when he saw that Okashi was fascinated by the view. He made sure to hold onto him tightly...dropping him would not be good. After a while of flying, Nero slowly descended into what looked like a forested area. It was somewhat close to town, still. He set Okashi down on the grass, gently. "...Is there anything you need to do before we leave?" he asked, seriously. "If this all pans out the way it should...then you will never come back to this place, or this world." |
Okashi waited as they flew. When they landed and Nero put him down he stretched. ....need to do?...umm....... He looked at the Angel. "No...I cannot think of anything that I would still need to do. I own nothing to take with me, no one I love to say goodbye to, and revenge isn't....something I could even think of really doing..." He thought more. ...no, God will deal with them when they die....It isn't my role to act upon revenge.... He looked at Nero with what most would mistake as hope in his eyes. "The only thing I would need right now....is something to wear other than........this peice of leather...."
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Nero nodded and gently scooped him up again. "I have clothing you can wear at my home," he assured him, holding him with one arm and clasping the Traehon stone, which would take him back to his home world, in the other.
"Hold on tight, and close your eyes. The light will hurt them otherwise," he warned, squeezing the stone and closing his eyes. Immediately, a very bright light surrounded the two of them. After a moment or so, they reappeared in a fancy-looking entrance hall...of a rather large house. It seemed this was Nero's home. |
Okashi held onto Nero's arm tightly, while clenching his eyes shut, just in time. When he felt a wave of relief flow through him, he opened them. "Whoa~" He breathed. As he looked around, the everything he saw looked like it belonged to the emperor. ...So ornate... He noticed the carvings and detail in the wood panels and such. ....how beautiful... He was on the verge of crying. ............. He couldn't think of anything else, but about how wonderful everything was.
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Nero set him down slowly, taking his hand so he could lead him without risking him getting lost. "All right...first thing's first," he mused, nodding to himself. "Let's get you some clothing."
He slowly led Okashi up the grand staircase and down one of the halls at the top of the stairs. The halls of his home were simple, but decorative, and they had a distinctly Italian feel to them. After a while of walking, Nero reached a large door at the end of the hall, with his initials, NV, emblazoned on it. He opened the door slowly, ushering Okashi in. It seemed like this was Nero's bedroom--unlike the plain hallways and very much like the entrance hall, his bedroom was quite ornate. It also had an Italian feel to it... Nero closed the door behind them and strolled over to his dresser. He patted it. "My clothes will be a little big on you...but go on. Pick something out." As he spoke, his wings glowed momentarily and then vanished. It seemed his species of angel could 'put away' their wings. |
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