In My Master's Harem

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters (sob)

Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Lina, I'm posting chapters of this over at fanfiction.net and it is also possible that you are thinking of a fic called "The Butterfly," which also features Hisoka as a harem boy. And yep, our dear Hisoka will soon have to perform a dance for Tsuzuki!

Anyway, on to the story.

Chapter 6

Tsuzuki eyed the paperwork piling up on his desk wearily. He wasn’t fond of going through all those sheets of paper but it was part of his job as master of this land. Tsuzuki grabbed the closest piece of paper and began reading someone’s request to add an annex to their home. Three hours later, Tsuzuki diligently read and signed different forms, not noticing that a figure appeared at his door.

“Tsuzuki?”

Looking up, Tsuzuki saw Tatsumi standing in front of him. “Oh, Tatsumi, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I see that. Do you have a moment?”

“Of course,” Tsuzuki stretched out his cramping arms. “What is it?”

Tatsumi looked uncomfortable. “Are you mad about what I said about the boy earlier?”

“Hisoka,” Tsuzuki corrected. “Please call him by his name.”

Tatsumi remained quiet, blue eyes fixed on the man before him.

Tsuzuki sighed. “I’m not mad, Tatsumi, please don’t think that. You didn’t say anything wrong.”

Relief swept over Tatsumi’s face. “I’m glad I thought—well, you look tired, maybe you should go to bed.”

Tsuzuki stretched again. “Yeah, I think I will,” he stood up and walked out of the room. “Goodnight, Tatsumi,” he said over his shoulder.

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Tsuzuki closed his bedroom door and leaned against it; he needed someone to share his bed tonight. The king-sized bed draped in a dark red velvet comforter with several fluffy pillows looked lonely. Gilded hair and green eyes flashed before him. Tsuzuki shook his head; no, he couldn’t do that to Hisoka, no matter how much he wanted to see that white skin caressing his red sheets. He’s only 15, he’s still a boy. You have to wait till he’s 18, Tsuzuki chanted to himself. But, how long would he be able to control himself with that excuse. This is would certainly drive him slowly into insanity, not that he wasn’t already slightly over the edge. Tsuzuki pushed himself from the door; he knew which one to call for.

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“Keep your back straight and your feet directly below your shoulders,” Hisae instructed Hisoka. “Good, now keep your knees relaxed and your rib cage held up high. This is the proper belly dance posture and you need to maintain this throughout the dance. Understand?”

Hisae and Hisoka were standing in Hisae’s dance studio, which was annexed to the harem. Large mirror panels covered up the room’s walls, so no matter which way Hisoka turned, he could see his reflection. It was a bit disconcerting even though Hisae insisted that it was important for the dancer to watch his or her own moves. Like the other rooms, there wasn’t a door but a curtain that separated the studio from the rest of the harem. Unlike their bedroom doors that are covered by thick, gauzy curtains, the dance studio had a heavy, golden drapery as its door.

Hisoka nodded. The lesson wasn’t going too badly. He was sure that the dance postures would be uncomfortable, but they weren’t. However, he wasn’t thrilled about having to wear a half shirt that exposed his tummy for the whole harem to see, but Hisae said it was important since it made practicing belly rolls easier when you could see the abdomen. Yuma and Saya had wanted to watch his lesson, but to Hisoka’s relief, Hisae kicked them out. She then informed Hisoka that since this would only be for Tsuzuki’s eyes to see, practice must be done in private. The idea of that prospect made him even more nervous then Yuma and Saya watching him dance.

“Hisae,” Wakaba’s voice called from behind the curtain. “Sorry for interrupting the lesson, but Tsuzuki has summoned you.”

“Okay!” Hisae said brightly. “We’ll continue this tomorrow afternoon, okay, Soka-chan?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Hisoka stuttered. He watched her making her way out of the room in a merry strut. He blushed slightly, knowing why she walked happily like that. Summoned, that’s what Wakaba had said. That word made him feel strange. It made him tense but excited as well. Hisoka let out a sigh as he suddenly felt sleepy and wanted to crawl up to bed. His first whole day in Tsuzuki’s harem has been rather eventful.

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Hisae knocked at the door of her master’s bedchamber and Tsuzuki opened it promptly. She looked up at him, eyes full of concern when she saw his face.

“You poor thing!” she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. Tsuzuki pulled her into a tight hug before closing the door.

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The next morning, the sun shined brightly through Hisoka’s bedroom window. He rolled over in bed, relishing the feel of the sun’s rays beaming down on him. He never had this luxury since he was locked up in the basement for most of his young life. He stretched out like a cat waking up from sleep. Forcing himself out of bed, Hisoka decided it was time to hit the bath. After gathering up the clothes that he’d be wearing later, Hisoka pulled back the curtain and noticed that everyone had already left their rooms. He slowly made his way to the bath and entered the shower room. He rinsed himself off quickly and stepped out of the stall with a towel wrapped securely around his waist.

He approached the bath area, but stopped for a moment when he heard voices coming from in there. One of the voices was distinctly Tsuzuki’s. Damn, he had forgotten about the bath ritual that Tsuzuki shared with the harem. Taking a deep breath, Hisoka entered the bathing area.

The bath was filled with a light mist and Hisoka could see Tsuzuki and the harem men and women soaking in the warm water. He was suddenly filled with apprehension, the urge to run away weighed heavily on his mind. No one had yet to notice him, so maybe if he crept away silently—

“There you are, Hisoka. Come on in. The water feels great!” Tsuzuki said.

Damn it, Hisoka cursed mentally. He walked toward the bath, his feet felt like lead that weighed him down. He came to the edge and became fully aware that they were all naked in the pool. Yeah, yeah, he knew that was natural, but still it felt awkward for him to see them in the nude and to let them see him without any clothes.

“It’s okay to take the towel off, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said, interrupting his thoughts. “There’s no need to feel scared.”

Hisoka flushed, feeling angry. “I’m not scared,” he said haughtily. He hated that the man knew what he felt. Who exactly was the empath around here? Displaying bravery that he didn’t feel, Hisoka dropped his towel to the ground and treaded into the bath. After settling into the water, the wheat-haired boy felt embarrassed. He just paraded his nude body in front of Tsuzuki and the harem. Thank goodness he was already red from anger. He wanted to sink into the water and never come back up. There was no way that anyone in the pool would let him get away with that so he just sank down until the water hit his chin. Tsuzuki was staring at him, looking like he wanted to say something.

“Let me rub your shoulders, Tsuzuki,” Hisae said. She was radiating with happiness.

Hisoka, remaining in his little corner, watched Tsuzuki as he received his massage. Tsuzuki seemed relaxed and at ease as Hisae performed her magic. A surge of jealously sprang through Hisoka that took him by surprise. He shook his head; being jealous of Hisae was ridiculous. Instead, he focused on Tsuzuki and had to admit to himself that the man has a nice figure. Despite all the sugar he consumed, Tsuzuki had a lithe, well-sculpted body that Hisoka had only seen on Greek and Roman statues. He couldn’t help but admire the man’s body. Admire? No, no, he wasn’t just taking pleasure in watching Tsuzuki! He spent the rest of the time in the bath watching the others relax and enjoy themselves in the luxurious heat. They all were a rather playful group, laughing and a couple of them gave each other back massages. When it was time to get out of the bath, Hisoka made sure to look away as Tsuzuki stepped out of the pool. Tsuzuki might have seen his body but he wasn’t ready to get an eyeful of the amethyst-eyed man. When everyone was gone, Hisoka got out of the pool, grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his slender waist. Time to get dressed.

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Tsuzuki was amazed that he was able to hold in his blush when Hisoka let his towel fall to the floor. He drank in the sight of that pale, svelte body before Hisoka hid himself under the water. It was an amusing but cute sight to see. God, he must have been sick or something for he wanted to see Hisoka naked again. He had to be careful not to let his shields down or the poor boy would drown in his desires. Tsuzuki sighed; there was still a pile of paperwork that needed attention in his study.

“Hey, Tsuzuki!” Watari ran up to him. “Had fun in the bath?”

Tsuzuki slightly blush. “Uh, yeah, but you know that I always do.”

“Yes, but today you had a new member join the party,” Watari winked at him.

The blush deepened. “It was still the same,” he said defensively, although he had no idea why he was feeling that way.

“Ah, so the more the merrier, eh?” Watari smirked.

“You know I don’t discuss what goes on in the harem, Watari,” Tsuzuki whined. He really wanted to avoid this conversation at all cost, but Watari looked amused.

“Okay, Tsuzuki. I just wanted to know if Hisoka was adjusting all right in there,” Watari said innocently.

Tsuzuki looked suspicious. “Oh, well, he’s still getting used to things but he’s doing okay.”

“Hmm. Oh look, it’s snowing!” Watari pointed out the window.

Tsuzuki looked in the direction Watari was pointing and saw that it was indeed snowing. “So, it is. Do you think that this will be the last snowfall of the season, Watari?”

Watari nodded. “Probably. Well, I better make sure that the protective barrier around the flower beds is still up to speed. See ya, Tsuzuki.”

Tsuzuki stood there for a moment, watching the white flakes softly drift down from the sky; it seemed to have entranced him. Tsuzuki shook his head and walked to his study.


A couple of hours later, Tsuzuki went wondering around the castle. He finally finished the current paperwork and was relived. He was supposed to have dinner with the duke of a neighboring county later that day, but the unexpected snowfall cancelled those plans so Tsuzuki had the rest of the day free. He then decided that he would go to the harem and see what was going on there. Walking through the hallway, Tsuzuki saw the object of his desire staring out the window.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t?”

The boy turned around, startled. He must have been deep in thought not to feel Tsuzuki approaching.

“Uh, what?”

“The snow, it looks so wonderful,” Tsuzuki gestured out the window.

Hisoka had a faraway look in his eyes. “Yes, it does.”

“My sister, Luka and I used to play in the snow for hours. I loved making snow angels.”
“Snow angels?” Hisoka looked confused.

Purple eyes widened in surprise. “You never made snow angels?”

Hisoka looked away. “I wasn’t allowed to go outside,” he murmured. He looked up in surprise when Tsuzuki took his hand into his own.

“I’ll show you how to make a snow angel,” Tsuzuki said softly.

Hisoka stared and nodded in agreement.

After making sure that they both were adequately dressed for going out in the cold, Tsuzuki led Hisoka to the outdoors. The snow had already carpeted the ground in thick layers and it glistened off the white marble of the castle. Hisoka was fascinated by how his feet fell through the soft white powder. He then noticed Watari in front of some flower beds and he seemed to be chanting.

“What is Mr. Watari doing?” Hisoka asked Tsuzuki.

“Oh, he’s checking to see if he needs to increase the barrier for the gardens,” Tsuzuki explained. “All the plants you see here are winter flowers but even they would die if they were covered by snow.”

Hisoka looked back at Watari and noticed that the flower beds were indeed the only ground not covered in snow. He thought back to a couple of days ago when he had arrived here with Muraki and he had noticed all the plants but had not thought about why flowers were in bloom in late February.

Hisoka looked at Tsuzuki in confusion. “But, how could these flowers be alive in winter?”

“As I said, these are winter flowers. One of my ancestors was fond of botany and he hated that barely anything grew in the winter months so he synthesized flowers that would grow this time of year. His advisor then came up with a protection spell for them so they wouldn’t be crushed by snowfalls,” Tsuzuki informed him. He then took Hisoka’s hand and tugged the young man to follow him. “C’mon, I’ll show you one of my favorite spots.”

Hisoka willingly followed Tsuzuki to a remote area that was surrounded by pine trees.

“This is a perfect spot for making snow angels!” Tsuzuki exclaimed. “All right, Hisoka, watch me!” Tsuzuki then dropped to the ground, back first.

Hisoka looked startled. “What are you doing?” he cried. “Get up or you’ll catch a cold!”

Tsuzuki grinned from the ground. “Its okay, Hisoka. Our clothes will keep us warm.” Tsuzuki then began to move his arms and legs in upward and downward movements. Hisoka watched in fascination. Tsuzuki the pulled himself up and there in the snow, was the shape of an angel. Tsuzuki enjoyed the look of astonishment on Hisoka’s face.

“It’s your turn,” Tsuzuki said cheerfully.

Hisoka hesitated for a moment, but then he fell down into the snow. Tsuzuki grinned as pure joy crossed the boy’s face. Hisoka began to mimic Tsuzuki’s movement and Tsuzuki couldn’t help but think that Hisoka looked like an angel covered in white. He then helped Hisoka up and the boy took a look at his own angel, which happened to line perfectly up with Tsuzuki’s.

“They look great together, don’t they?” Tsuzuki commented.

Hisoka blushed but gave a slight nod. Tsuzuki showed Hisoka more of the castle’s grounds and he soon introduced the harem boy to snowball fights. Gleefully, Hisoka forgotten his worries and chased Tsuzuki with small mounds of snow in his hands. He managed to hit Tsuzuki squarely in the chest, but watched in horror as the dark-haired man fall down.

“Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki!” Hisoka yelled as he ran over to the fallen man. “Are you hurt?”

Tsuzuki groaned. “Uh, I need you to help me get up.”

Hisoka looked worried and stretched out his hand to Tsuzuki, who took it, but instead of pulling himself up, he yanked Hisoka down. The boy went down with a yelp and turned to glare at the man, but found himself drowning in a pair of intense purple eyes. Tsuzuki leaned closer to Hisoka; his soft lips hovered over pillowy ones, suddenly Tsuzuki pulled away and stood up.

“Oh, God, it’s getting late. We need to get back,” Tsuzuki babbled as he helped Hisoka up.

Hisoka remained silent as he and Tsuzuki headed into the castle. As soon as they were indoors, Tsuzuki asked one of the servants to take Hisoka back to the harem. He gave a brief good night and hurried off down the corridor. Hisoka couldn’t fathom what just happened and unfortunately, he wasn’t able to ponder it since Hisae was standing there, all ready to give him his next dance lesson.