| Title: Of Past and Present Author: Kitsune Spirit Warnings: PG-13 language and a peverted elder man *nothing to bad* translations for any Japanese at the bottom Part 1 ~17th Century Tokyo~ For the forth time within the hour Zesian felt eyes upon him, scrutinizing him and looking him up and down. Although he was nervous he kept a brave face. Following a Mr. Aranaki down the dimly lit corridors he smelt the perfumed stench around him trying to cover the underlying tone of sweat and blood that was almost eminently seeping through some back room. The house itself would have been a thieves dream if you didn�t know who it belonged to, and if you did made the valiant mistake of breaking in, you would more likely find yourself cut into tiny pieces and disposed of. Zesian admired his surroundings, he hadn�t seen such beauty in a long time, and it dampened his admiration to know that he was the reason most artifacts were here. For the last 2 years he had been a mercenary for the man he was going to see paid to bring back valuables from places over the world. It paid well but was a lonely job. He tried to drown out his bickering men behind him, they were so young and foolish he was the oldest out of the six of them. Granted he was only 19 but he knew what he should and was good at his job. He�d been a merc for over two years; he hated the job but did what he had to do to survive. It was only his luck finding the man before him that had made his first year training worthwhile. After he had left his own abuse father at 15 he found himself on the streets of Tokyo. There he was found by a man named Saitou Katsuya, Saitou had given him a chance, took him in and trained him, he loved him like the father he deserved. He died when Zesian was 17, their in his grief he met a group of merchants, finding contacts which led to this contract with a man known as Mr. Hawiga. Hawiga was a frightful man, he loved the rich things in life and also liked the youngest boys in life, Zesian shivered in disgust, he hated meeting the man directly, Hawiga made his skin crawl. Zesian walked in and waited, the band of young boys, his �team� waited outside. He sat down at Hawiga�s nod, and went through the process of getting details for the new job. �Zesian my boy its good to see you again� the elder man smiled moving closer to sit on the desk in front of him, patting his leg. Zesian had to use every inch of control to not smack the hand away �Hai Sir, what job do you have for me now?� Hawiga smiled his gaze following the planes of Zesians body through his leather vest and harsh worn trousers he was never shy in looking at beautiful things. �There�s a rare statue of great beauty and some exquisite value that has come to my knowledge, I want it. Your job is to get it for me, it shouldn�t be to difficult for a man of your�talent�. Zesian had to close his eyes at Hawigas pause in his sentence. He felt ill but nodded. Hawiga moved away behind his desk opening a compartment in it and took out a large about of money tied in bands. �You will be given transportation to the city but must make your way to the area, the item from what I know of is situated behind some larger artifacts in the temple, do what you must to get this for me boy�. Zesian stood and acknowledged the request �Hai sir, I shall acquire the goods for you�. As Zesian moved to leave he felt a hand on his ass grabbing at him, he repressed the urge to slap it away and hit the man and moved out of the room, he nodded once and motioned to his team. They moved out with Hawiga looking on, watching them as they left. /one day Hawiga you�ll find yourself filled with a blade, you disgusting fuck/ Zesian barely reached outside before he threw up. The man always made him sick, especially in such close contact and he felt degraded, Hawiga had never made more of a move than to touch his butt or thigh but the hungry perverted looks he was always given made him ill. He could hear the laughter from Hawigas men as he left. To them he was just another toy Hawiga could play with. Grabbing his gear, he and his team returned to their base to get ready for their mission. /one day I�ll be out of this job/ Zesian thought to himself. He was sick of being manhandled and treated like Hawigas personal drool toy. /One day I�ll be free and you wont be able to touch me anymore/ ~TRANSLATIONS~ Hai: Yes |