Pairing: Aiba Masaki/ Matsumoto Jun; Ninomiya Kazunari/ Sakurai Sho
Rating: up to NC-17, but PG-13 most of the time
Warning: It’s dystopia mixed with steampunk and futuristic elements combined with elements from the 18th century, I guess... So it’s a little bit darker at some points, but nothing too dark, I promise.
Summary: The world in 2300 has changed. The society is divided in humans and slaves. Slaves are born and sold to fulfil their masters’ needs and desires. There are only a few masters who see their slaves as humans – like the Sakurai brothers. But it’s hard to hide this, when the rest of the world wants to see the slaves as ‘things to use’ and not as humans.
Note: I tried my best with the steampunk genre, but I think it became a mixture between some genres, nevertheless I hope you’ll like my new multi chapter <3 Sakumiya and JunBa will both have a lot of spotlight, and Ohno will be part of the story too ^__^
Nino stretched his limbs. He had sat there for over two hours, preparing this new notebook with self-made drawings in it. He wasn't the most talented painter, but he was proud of his work.
Nino had thought days over days if he should ask Masaki for an empty notebook. He had no money and no right to leave the house alone. Some weeks ago he had had a weak moment alone with Masaki and he had asked him about the book and some pens. Some hours later he had had the items in his hands.
And now he was done. It was the perfect notebook for meetings and appointments, something Sho would love. Sho's birthday would be tomorrow, and he wanted to give him a present. He hid the book under his bed and walked back outside before Sho would be back at home.
He had told him that he'd have kind of an important meeting somewhere outside together with Masaki.
Nino took the walkphone and pressed the purple square. Jun picked up the call almost immediately. “Hey, what are you doing, Nino,” Jun asked. It was amazing how his voice had changed during the last weeks. He sounded stronger and livelier than ever before.
“I prepared Sho's birthday present. And you?” Nino asked. He knew that there'd come a stupid comment from Jun, but he only said, “Oh, he'll love the notebook, Nino.”
“Okay, who are you, and what have you done to Jun?” Nino grumbled.
Nino could hear Jun breathing. He didn’t say something for some moments. “Jun?” Nino asked again. Slight panic rose in him. “What happened? Did Masaki do something to you?”
“Yes,” he said. “But nothing bad,” he added immediately.
“What?” Nino wanted to know.
“I think he likes me, I mean really like.” Jun sounded happy.
Nino smiled. He had never heard Jun’s voice sounding so chipper. “That’s great Jun. And you? Do you like him?”
“Yes,” Jun said.
“I am really happy for you Jun, really.” Nino said.
“Maybe I can come upstairs to you? Then we can chat some more,” Jun suggested.
Nino shook his head. “No, you know you aren’t allowed to go upstairs, Jun. You know what Sho and Masaki said, you should stay downstairs. When they are back at home, we can sit together and chat.”
“But I miss to talk with you. I don’t bother them being around, but a talk just between the two of us would be nice,” Jun said.
“Jun, you know that this is a bad idea. What if someone sees you? You know what they said about some of their father's partners. And I am pretty sure that Masaki will get angry if he sees you here,” Nino said.
“Yeah, I know. But I think there is no one at home now.” Jun could be really stubborn when he wanted something and during the last weeks here he gained more confidence, which was high appreciated by Nino, but not when it was about doing something stupid.
“Jun please.” Nino knew it was senseless to talk with Jun about it.
“I come upstairs, Nino. Stay on the phone with me.” God, that was the worst idea Jun could have had.
Nino walked to the door and peeked downstairs. First it was silent in the ground floor, but soon he could hear voices resounding. “Jun, stay downstairs,” he said into the phone, but all he could hear were the voices he heard without phone.
Masaki stepped out of the car. They hardly drove with the car, because oil got expensive. Sometimes when they needed to hurry to get to an emergency case, they took the car. Or when it was about an exhausting research like they had today. Masaki stretched his arms.
He smiled when the sun shone on his face. It was warm, like always, but there was a nice breeze coming down on them.
“That was an interesting trip,” Sho said.
Masaki nodded. He had the chance to test new herbs, and they worked out, so he had to update his notes today and take a look at his new plants he had planted in the garden.
They walked up to the entrance where a scared and nervous maid came up to them. “Young masters, please, hurry.”
Masaki and Sho looked at each other and ran up to the entrance. Masaki rushed into the room where five men stood in a circle laughing out loud. He could see one kicking out, and the others cheered him up to do it again.
Masaki's heart pounded against his chest. He ran up there and pushed two men aside to get to the centre. In the middle sat Jun on the ground. He trembled and his cheek was already bruised. „How dare you,” Masaki said to the men.
“No, he isn't allowed to enter this floor. It's his fault,” one said.
Masaki's anger rose. He pushed Jun up and wanted to say something when his father came up. “All of you leave my house. You destroy my son's property, and that's wrong. You all know that this slave belongs to him, and you know what law says about destroying things from others.” Masaki felt relieved. His father had definitely more power to make them leave than he had.
The men glanced at him before they made their way to the entrance. Masaki's father waited till they had closed the door and they were alone. He came closer and before Masaki could react, his father had placed a hard slap on Jun's face. “Never ever scare my son like this again!” He yelled. “These men are the worst you can imagine, but I need to deal with them, to keep things like they are now, and prevent them from getting worse.”
“We'll go downstairs, I am sure Jun won't do it again,” Masaki said. He looked at Sho, who was standing at the way upstairs. He looked up nervously. Masaki nodded at him, signalizing that it was okay if Sho would go now. He thanked him silently and walked up.
“I am sorry for the slap, but I am afraid that something worse could happen. And I know what you mean to my sons.” Masaki's father patted Jun's head. “Even though you are save here, you aren't free, Jun. It's sad, but that's how it is.”
Masaki could see Jun nodding at his father. He pulled him downstairs and closed the door to his room. He was annoyed and angry, at Jun, at the men, and at everything he could think of. “Masaki,” Jun started, but Masaki immediately cut him off.
“No. I have work to do and I am not in the mood to talk.” With that he disappeared outside in his winter garden. He took his notebook and started with writing down the results of his research. The voices of the men were still resounding in his mind, but he tried to push it away. He looked into his kitchen, but Jun wasn't there, probably he was already in his room. Masaki was afraid of talking with him, because he didn't like to scold someone. He always ran away when he had a talk like this. He was way too goodhearted and he hated it being mad at someone.
Masaki sighed. There was no other chance then talking with Jun. He needed to clear this up now. But what should he say? Masaki shook his head. He stood up and looked up at the sky. It was already getting darker. He must have sat there for hours already.
He walked into the bedroom and knocked on the door to Jun's room, but there was no response. He returned to the living room, the kitchen, but every room was empty. He felt his heart beat rising. Masaki opened the door and wanted to run upstairs, when he saw Jun coiled up in front of his door. “What are you doing here?”
Jun looked at him. “You were so angry, I thought you don't want me in your rooms anymore.”
Masaki sighed. “Come up.” He helped Jun to stand up and walked back to the kitchen. “What have you thought, Jun? I told you to stay here. That wasn't only a nice request, that was an order.”
Jun nodded. “I am sorry.” He didn't look up. “I understand that you are mad with me.”
Masaki's anger got smaller when he saw how miserable Jun looked like. “What did you want upstairs?”
Jun rubbed his face, before he looked at Masaki. He looked horrible with his teary eyes and his bruised cheek. “I wanted to see Nino. I thought it would be nice to have some time with him alone. To chat a bit,” Jun said. “But he warned me, he wanted me to stay here.” Jun sobbed. “I am sorry. I await your punishment.”
Punishment? The old Jun appeared again. Masaki sighed. He hated it when Jun slipped back into this old slave mode again. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Jun. He could feel Jun's head leaning against his chest and Jun's arms found their way around Masaki's waist, pulling him closer. “You have to prepare my dinner for the next week.” Masaki placed a kiss on Jun's forehead.
Sho ran up and down in front of Nino without saying something. That made Nino nervous. Sho's eyes were dark and filled with anger.
He suddenly looked up. “What the hell did you think?”
Nino bit his lips. “I am sorry. I warned him, but he didn't want to listen.”
Sho shook his head. He stepped closer and raised his hand. Nino knew what that meant. He pressed his eyes together, awaiting the slap, but it didn't come. He could only feel Sho's hands on his cheeks. “I think you don't know how dangerous this place is, because you only know our rooms.”
Nino opened his eyes and looked at Sho. He still looked angry, but his eyes got softer. “Listen, Nino, you must understand some things which are important in this house.”
Nino nodded at him. He didn't dare to say something now. “My father is in a high position in politic. He is one of three men who try to prevent everything from getting worse for slaves, maids and servants. That means that he has to work with these men, there is no other way for him. He needs to cooperate. That's why they are often in this house, but my father could prevent them from sniffing around everywhere in the house. Our rooms are strictly forbidden to enter, and they keep their word and stay outside. But I don't want to imagine what they do when they find out more about you living here. You probably won't be safe here anymore when they find out that you have a normal life here without being treated like they want you to be treated.“
Sho had his hands still on Nino's cheeks. “Do you understand this?”
Nino nodded. “What will happen to us now?”
Sho smiled at him softly. “What shall happen?” He brushed his fingers over Nino's cheek.
“I don't know. There'll for sure be a punishment.” Nino was prepared. He had gotten enough punishments during the last years, he could bear with it. He just hoped that he wouldn't get sold again.
“No. I don't think that you need to be punished. I just want you to understand the importance of this,” Sho explained.
“Good, I will go downstairs to talk with my father now, and you'll stay here, okay?” Sho said.
Nino nodded. “Of course, I don't leave this place.”
“Tomorrow we'll go on a short trip, Nino. I wanted to tell you today, but everything's a little mess now. But be prepared to stay away for two days.” Stay away? A trip? Nino felt a joyful feeling in him jumping up and down. He had never been on a trip before. His old masters had always left him at home.
“I pack my things, and yours,” Nino said with a smile.
Sho nodded at him and left the room. Nino breathed out deeply. He walked into his room and pulled out the self-made notebook. Tomorrow would be Sho's birthday, so maybe they'd go on a birthday trip together? His heart started beating faster. His cheeks started burning and it was like he could still feel Sho's hands on his cheeks. He shook his head. No, Sho was his owner, there was no right to feel something other for him.
A/N: Hello everyone, so they'll go on a trip together? And it's Sho's birthday ... what do you think Sho will say about the notebook?