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Tale of Lust

by Ryu Reikai-Akuma

Warning: Yaoi. Possible OOC-ness. Bad grammar. Failed attempt in romantic
classic writing style. Weird couple. Homicidal urges to kill those who leave no
review.

Summary: A page. A businessman. A police officer. Fate decided to entwined
their lives and now they're tangled in a web of compassion and lust.

A/N: Not planning to post this at all but I'm going to move out next week so
I'll probably be unable to post anything or even visit the site for a very long
time. This is inspired by many fics. One is Slice of Wind by Deena which I
remember reading in aff.net but couldn't find anymore and the SaitoSoujiro
trilogy(?) by Talya Firedancer. When I read the stories I felt like I have to
write about the couples but the idea to bring them together in the same story
still surprise me even now. But please give it a try.

Disclaimer: Owned by the amazing Watsuki-sama. And that's not my name,
really.

Prologue

Shinomori
Aoshi was never the type of man who liked crowd or to be in one. Yet he often
found himself being the center of people�s attention as he easily stood out in
a crowd with his natural grace and charisma. Being the first and only son of a
respectable family in Kyoto, he had been taught all his life how to behave
around and among people of every class and more importantly how to stand out in
the sea of people so that they would pay immediate attention to him.

Still,
he detested it with passion. He would rather stay in either his family�s
private shrine or his study than to attend a pointless party. He found tea
ceremony and painting far more interesting than having a party or going to one.
People often found his idea�s of �fun�, odd and told him so. After all how
could a dull and deathly boring ceremony be more interesting than a
laughter-filled party? He never bothered to explain, though, and no one expect
him to do it instead of hiding in the quietness of his room.

Which
was what he sorely tempted to do now. He didn�t know how Ogina and Misao
managed to talk him into it but he now found himself in the annual summer
festival. It�s something he deserved after dealing with many customers, rival
merchants and delayed shipment during winter and spring. But that was according
to Misao. He still firmly believed the only reward he deserved was to be left
alone in his study until the next shipment of goods arrived from Tokyo.

He
glanced around him. It seemed like everyone in Kyoto decided to go out and
celebrated the coming of the long-awaited season. People littered the streets
everywhere in the city, their excitements filling the air. Constant streams of
people and the colorful yukata they wore for the occasion around him making
Aoshi felt as if he was lost in the sea of color he clearly didn�t belong
with.

He
glared at Misao with light annoyance and desperation but the young girl was
oblivious to it. She was busy skipping happily from one game stall to another,
Ogina followed closely behind; ogling at some young girls he passed.

Intense
jade eyes softened lightly at the sight of these two�s obvious happiness. They
were the closest things for a family for him especially after the death of his
late parents, and even long before it. Misao, also an orphan, was his cousin and
had stayed with him ever since his teenage years. She had become a sister to him
yet he noticed that lately Misao had view herself as something like Aoshi�s
future bride. The tall man had no intention of neither making the young girl�s
wistful dream come true nor to hurt her by rejecting her, thus he remained
silent. Ogina, on the other hand, had stayed with his family for as long as he
remembered. He had been a mentor for Shinomoris� heirs for years and Aoshi�s
only role model of a real parent. If not for these two he knew the large manor
he lived in would�ve been dull.

He
sighed to himself softly. Misao didn�t seem to be inclined to leave the game
stalls any time soon and he was already tired and dizzy from all the noise and
color around him. After a moment of consideration, he slowly walked away from
his companions to find a place less crowded.

His
feet led him to the quiet riverbanks. Carefully, as to not stain his dark blue
yukata he went to sit on the riverside. Grass blades tickled his ankles and
fireflies surrounded him as he settled comfortably on the soft earth. He let out
a long-suffering sigh as he gazed up to the starry summer sky. So much for
having fun in the festival. Briefly, an absurd thought entered his mind as he
envied the distant stars for their peace, something he couldn�t possibly have
with the entire racket going on around him.

A
soft chuckle made him turn his head; light frown marred his handsome feature at
the disturbance. Yet as soon as he turned his head from the lovely night sky, he
found himself captivated by a sight prettier than the stars. His annoyance
melted into entrancement as he took in the view before him.

A
few feet from him, a boy sat. One of his legs drawn up but the other stretched
so that his toes touched the surface of the dark water. This position made the
pale blue yukata the boy wore fell down to expose stretched slender leg. The
boy�s hand rose to playfully try to touch the fireflies surrounding him. His
other hand supported his weight behind him. A soft sweet smile was on his full
lips as the fireflies evade his fingers. With dark yet starry night sky as the
background the boy seemed almost surreal and Aoshi felt his heart beat faster
with sudden thrill and excitement.

Jade
eyes followed the boy�s movements as he lied down on his back onto the grass.
The collar of the leave-printed yukata that rode a little low on the boy�s
shoulder went even lower to show long graceful neck and a patch of creamy flat
chest. Aoshi felt his body responded to the sight and he couldn�t tear his
eyes away from it. He ran his eyes down the boy�s lithe body from the pale
neck to the half exposed leg. His throat went dry as his eyes reached the
slender leg.

He
forced his eyes to lift and meet the boy�s curious yet smiling eyes when he
felt them on him. For a moment they said nothing to each other.

�Oyasumi.�
The boy greeted politely with a light bow of his head.

�Oyasumi
nasai.� Aoshi replied softly. He averted his eyes to the now-seemingly distant
crowd. From the corner of his eyes he watched as the boy amused himself with the
fireflies and disrupting the calm water�s surface. Aoshi never knew he could
be so tense yet calm at the same time before he laid his eyes on this beautiful
boy.

�Soujiro!
Where have you been all this time? Yumi-san is looking for you!� A woman
yelled from the street near the riverbank. Aoshi�s light displeasure was
pushed aside as he saw the boy got up to his knees from the corner of his eyes.

�Ritsuko-san!
Gomen, I completely lost track of time. Matte kudasai.� The boy got up and
wipe grass blades from the back of his yukata, adjusted it to cover his
previously exposed thigh �something which Aoshi regretted-, and put on his
forgotten sandals. When he was presentable he bowed down to Aoshi with an
apologetic smile before running to the waiting woman.

Aoshi�s
eyes followed him until the pair disappeared from his sight. Soujiro. It was a
name he would never forget.

~*~

�Where
have you been? How�s the festival, bouya?� Yumi absentmindedly asked the
smiling boy before him.

Soujiro
paused in his way to put down the cakes he bought for Yumi onto the table. His
eyes completely closed and his head tilted to the side in contemplation.
�It�s great! I think it�s even more crowded than last year. There were
some gaijins there, too.�

Yumi
didn�t seen to pay attention, though. She only nodded as she gazed through the
open shobi to the quiet garden. Though the house they resided in was not that
far from downtown Kyoto, the garden was almost deathly quiet save for the
occasional sound of stirring pond water. The large contrast from the noisy and
crowded festival to the silent house made it difficult for Soujiro to believe
that just outside the house was one of the country�s biggest festivals. It�s
almost seemed like he had entered a completely different dimension.

A
glance at Yumi told him everything. Now he knew why Shishio-san told him to stay
at Yumi-san�s house today. It wasn�t as if he hadn�t had any suspicion;
after all he was his page. He was almost constantly with Shishio-san and thus he
had seen this coming. He knew Shishio-san had a business meeting he must attend
tonight. It was a party to celebrate both the coming of the beautiful season and
the successful deal of the past year. Soujiro also knew that there would be a
discussion concerning a rival and soon-to-be partner merchant. It was the exact
reason why he couldn�t come to celebrate the festival with Yumi-san nor take
Yumi-san to party with him.

Shishio-san
had expected Soujiro to entertain Yumi-san in his absence. But Soujiro had
absolutely no clue as of what to do. The only form of entertainment he knew and
was capable of doing is story telling, or perhaps he should call it story
babbling. Yet he wasn�t sure Yumi-san would want him to explain at length
about the festival she had always attended every time it was held in town.
Surely Yumi-san would want to hear something more interesting and profound. Or
perhaps he should pour her some sake? Besides he really had nothing to speak of
the festival for there weren�t many things new. The only thing that truly
caught his attention was the scene that took place in the riverbank earlier. The
man he had had the opportunity of meeting had printed an image in his head. The
look on the man�s eyes had been particularly intent. He almost thought the man
was going to devour him with those blue-green orbs. He never had anyone looking
at him like that- in fact he was used to having people not seeing him at all.
But should he speak to Yumi-san about the way this stranger looked at him?
It�d probably get the woman laughing, but would it entertain her long enough?

He
watched Yumi-san through closed eyes, considering this option. Giving sake to
Yumi-san while she was at this state only meant getting her drunk. He knew
Shishio-san wouldn�t be pleased to see it and he would probably get a
punishment for it. Not that Shishio-san would see that, really. He knew Shishio-san
wouldn�t return until around midnight, and thus he would surely return to his
own home instead of his mistress�s. And when Shishio-san came to Yumi-san�s
house the next day Yumi-san would already be sober enough he couldn�t tell she
was drunk last night. Right?

Still,
Soujiro wouldn�t risk his being punished. He considered his other options
quietly. It wasn�t like he had any other really. Ever since he was taken as
Shishio-san�s page all that he was taught to do were pouring tea and sake and
running errands. It was at times like this he wished he were taught more. Maybe
learning ikebana and some cha-no-yu would be interesting and useful.

�Ne,
bouya.� Yumi-san suddenly called. Soujiro perked his head up and looked at
Yumi-san questioningly. �Bring me some sake, will you.�

The
boy weren�t sure whether to feel relieved or worried about the request. �Are
you sure, Yumi-san? You know Shishio-san doesn�t like to see you drunk.�

The
beautiful woman gave Soujiro a look at which Soujiro bowed in apology. He lifted
to his feet gracefully and left the room to retrieve some sake, his earlier
thoughts pushed to the back of his mind, keeping in mind to ask Shishio about
this matter.

~*~

Aoshi
looked out of the window as he set his quills down. He had locked himself in his
room with the intention of writing something. He had thought of writing haiku as
he had preserved a book especially for this particular kind of poem. Yet all
ideas that had flooded his mind while he was in his office, signing papers of
deals among other things, suddenly disappeared and all attempt to recall them
proved useless.

Then
he had thought of painting. Although painting wasn�t his strong point, he had
learnt to do it in his younger years. And though he wasn�t a great artist, his
skill was quite plausible. But he couldn�t think of anything to paint. The
garden visible from his room, which usually became a model for his paintings, he
had found uninteresting. So he had stayed in his room in silence, pondering an
object to write or paint.

All
thoughts, interestingly enough, centered to a certain point. Rivers and light
blue yukata seemed to dominate his mind as of lately. He even began to visit the
town more often in hopes of finding the source of his new infatuation.

Misao
was delighted at this new development. The girl of course found this change
exciting as she could spend her time to do two of her favorite things at once:
being with Aoshi and sightseeing in the town. The young man idly wondered if
she�d keep her delight when she found the true purpose of Aoshi�s new habit.

It
had surprised him when he realized how calm he was at accepting his obsession
with the boy he met only once. Perhaps he had known it all along and had been
waiting for this to happen. He had known that he wasn�t interested in any
girls Ogina had introduced to him in his desperate attempt to provide the family
an heir. No matter how many kinds of girls Ogina brought, none could catch even
a small amount of his interest. And indeed there were many that the old man
introduced to him, ranging from quiet, modest girl to flirty young ladies, Ogina
even had the audacity to bring him a thirteen year-old and �at different time-
a woman who smelled of cheap sake then. Yet all he felt for them were respect
and light annoyance when the girl was bold enough to openly seduce him. The most
things he could feel for a girl was the feeling he had for Misao, which was a
brotherly affection.

So
this revelation that he was attracted to a boy didn�t shock him at all. His
only concerns were about his �family� (who only consisted of Ogina and Misao)
who was of course expecting an heir from him soon. He was well in his mid
twenties and he hadn�t even touched a girl the family presented him. Being the
sole heir, for his only competitor was Misao, had its own advantages and down
points. The advantages were, for one, he didn�t have to worry about any member
of the family competing with him for the position as the owner of the company.
Misao was completely content with being a normal girl and had no wish whatsoever
to take his place.

The
down point, however, was the constant demand for an heir. Because despite his
different preference, he had spent most of his childhood constantly reminded to
his responsibility to provide an heir. So although he had the least intention of
doing so, he knew he would feel burdened by the guilt for he was, after all, a
responsible man.

So,
what was a man to do?

Aoshi
left his room quietly. Returning to his work would be the only option he had.
Well, he could also go to the town, torturing himself with the hope of meeting
the boy again. It seemed almost funny how he always stopped to have a look every
time he heard a name resembling the boy�s or saw boys who resembled him or
wear a kimono with the same shade of blue.

But
then again, he would have a business meeting with Shishio-san, a fellow
merchant, the next day. It would better for the young man to prepare all he
could for the meeting. Perhaps after this he would finally get his mind to focus
on his work instead of the memory of the lean, smooth, creamy thighs.

~*~

A
cloud of smoke hung thickly in the spacious room that was police inspector�s
office. Saito hadn�t bothered to open the window when he began to smoke.
Perhaps it�s a form of revenge in his part because he had been told to wait
for this police chief for two long hours when it was actually the chief�s own
order to come to his office. And two hours with no form of entertainment at all
�unless you call drinking tea entertainment- only meant invitation to sate his
carving for nicotine. Although he had tried to forego this bad habit at work,
this kind of situation called for a special exception.

The
tall man inhaled the nicotine into his lungs, feeling heat spread throughout his
body and exhaled. He glanced at the closed window on the other side of the room,
behind an oak table. The last policeman that came in to ask if he needed
anything almost couldn�t choke the question out. Perhaps he really had to open
the window and breath some fresh air after all. Besides, he had heard the
smoking too many of the thin sticks could lead to a severe illness.

Making
up his mind, he strolled towards the windows and opened open one of them -he had
been kept waiting for two hours anyway. Flicking his cigarette�s ash onto the
ground below, he glanced at the busy street in front of the police station.
Nothing special there, just people hurrying to get to their destination or
yelling advertisements to visit a certain shop nearby. Saito glanced back into
the room to a western clock. It�s two and a half hour now and Kawachi was
terribly late.

Quietly,
Saito wondered if he should�ve returned to his boring paperwork instead of
waiting for his chief here. Or he could try to solve a case recently given to
him. It was a major case, really, so unsolvable that the chief finally dumped it
to him. The case was called Sawagejo Chou, an ex-gangster by the way he talked
and acted. Saito didn�t know how someone like this young punk could join
police force and he didn�t care. But this kind of case happened quite often; a
criminal asked to join police with freedom as a reward, so Saito didn�t mind
having him in his team, besides this Chou was a good informant and a very
resourceful person.

The
blonde�s resourcefulness was proven the third day he joined Saito�s team
when he teasingly and thankfully discreetly asked if Saito would join him to a
certain red light district which mainly served men not interested in the
opposite sex. Saito had coolly rejected the idea but not the implied
observation. He didn�t feel like he need to because he knew Chou wouldn�t
have believed him. He wasn�t the straightest man alive. So what? Besides it
was quite obvious that Chou wasn�t only attracted to opposite sex only. They
had their own secrets to keep and Saito was confident Chou wouldn�t reveal his
to anyone.

A
horse carriage entered the police station and Saito knew it was too late to go
anywhere. Apparently his musings had killed a good amount of time. The lanky man
closed the window �the room already slightly fresher than before- and returned
to his previous post. He leaned on the wall, the table to his left and the door
to his left, and waited patiently for his chief�s arrival.

Within
minutes, a small man entered the room. He gave a curt nod to Saito and proceeded
to walk to his table. �I�m sorry to keep you waiting, Saito. There was an
emergency meeting.� Kawachi paused and frowned lightly as he sniffed the air.
�I have an assignment for you.�

Saito
glanced at his chief, moved from his post to take a file offered to him, then
returned to his previous position. After a quick read, he closed the file, threw
it to a nearby table and told his chief his opinion. �You ask me to do a
bodyguard job.�

�It
wasn�t a usual bodyguard job. I want you to guard a merchant by the name of
Makoto Shishio.�

�Yes,
I have read it here. It wasn�t anything other policemen cannot do. Ask someone
else to do it.�

�He
received threats to kill him and his acquaintances. A good information is
required in this case and I couldn�t think of anyone else but you to do it.�

Saito
didn�t reply. Instead he turned to leave the room without the report. Just one
step away from the door, he heard Kawachi called his name.

�You
might be interested in knowing who the sender claimed himself to be.�

Partially
interested, Saito very slightly turned his head to one side to prompt Kawachi to
continue.

�Jine
Udo.�

At
the mention of this name, Saito turned back fully to face the older man. �Jine
Udo?� He asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

�Yes.�

A
scary smirk twisted the wolfish man�s lips and a look that only meant danger
crossed his face. Then without another word, he turned to leave the room.

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