Gundam SEED Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of morphing titles. ❯ How to pluck a rabbit. The story that has no rabbits and no plucking. ( Chapter 2 )

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How to pluck a rabbit. The story that contains no rabbits or pluckers.
~ By Sweetdeily.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters.

Warning: Yaoi, Mwu La Fllaga/Kira, Athrun/Kira, lemon. AU in case you couldn’t tell.
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Kira was shown around the large mansion briefly before he was taken to be washed and clothed as Mwu La Fllaga had instructed.

The mansion, Kira had noted upon his first arrival was huge. It was roughly four stories high and ran a good few hundred meters backward as well as to either side. The roof was a tasteful green in color and stood out lively among the landscape. The bricks were large slabs of some kind of sandstone and the windows were well washed and decorated with heavy drapes. There was a west wing and an east wing, the west wing belonged to Mwu’s wife, who had little to do with her husband other than the occasional wave as she went off to her parties.

The servants quarters were full to bursting and the kitchen was a constant bustle of bodies. Mwu’s servants were smiling, well-fed people for the most part; some were even working for him despite the fact that he’d released them long ago.

The inside of the mansion was expensively and heavily decorated, someone mentioned that the place had been in Fllaga’s family for generations and most of the paintings confirmed this. Pictures of older men decorated many of the hallways, interspersed with hunting tapestries and rich, exotic wall scrolls.

Kira was washed thoroughly, until his hair was soft and shiny and his skin was rubbed red. Then his ankles and wrists were bandaged, he was wrapped in a soft blue silk robe that made his lavender eyes glow with their own inner colors. And he was dragged into the kitchen, stuffed full of vegetable soup, warm crusty bread and thick butter.

Kira was just finishing off the last of his mulled wine when the head servant came for him.

“The master wishes for you to attend to him now.” She said. She was a beautiful woman with long pink hair that was tied up behind her head and beautiful, big eyes. Her voice was soft and so was her smile, it warmed Kira every time she talked, like maybe the world wasn’t actually out to get him. Her name, she insisted, was Lacus, not Mum like many of the other servants called her.

“Uhm, how exactly am I to serve Master Mwu?” He asked, wiping his face with the back of his arm.

Lacus bit her lip. “You know, I’m not entirely sure. I guess you’ll find out when you get there.”

Kira nodded and stood. “Where is he?”

Lacus gave him directions to Mwu’s bedroom. “He’s reading right now. He probably just wants a shoulder massage- he always wants a shoulder massage.” She chuckled softly and left Kira to find the room while she attended the running of the household.

Kira managed to find the room despite the fact that he’d gone up an extra set of steps and turned right when he was supposed to turn left. He knocked gently on the soft wooden door once he got there and waited to be told he could enter.

“Come in.” Mwu La Fllaga’s voice called from inside.

The slave opened the door and poked his head inside. The knight was curled up in an armchair, reading from a small leather-bound book. He glanced up as Kira popped his head in. “Ahh, Kira, please come in and shut the door behind you.”

Kira nodded dumbly and did so. His master was dressed in a crimson robe that hadn’t been tied and the remnants of his riding pants. “How may I serve you, Master?” Kira asked gently, hoping he was alright to speak.

Mwu smiled warmly and motioned his slave closer. “Do you know how to massage?”

Something in Kira’s shoulders relaxed. “I’m afraid I have never studied it, but I will try if that is your wish.”

Mwu nodded curtly. “Do.”

The blonde man sat back in his armchair, putting his book aside and closing his eyes.

Cautiously Kira stood behind his new master’s shoulders and slowly placed his hands down. Mwu didn’t yell, just sat there patiently. Encouraged Kira began to move his hands, building up a little bit of pressure until he found the tension in Mwu’s shoulders and massaged away at the muscles.

The slave spent a while just staying on Mwu’s shoulders, before he finally started darting fingers over the top of Mwu La Fllaga’s arms. The blonde groaned in approval and Kira darted his fingers up and down one arm and then another, feeling the chorded muscles under the blonde’s skin.

The brunette supposed this wasn’t the worst way to spend the next year of his life, giving massage and being nicely pampered. He just hoped Mwu would allow him some more clothing, as the robe he was currently wearing was a little flimsy.

Kira quickly figured out exactly how to entice the small groans and murmurs of approval from Mwu’s throat and was actually kind of enjoying the task when he was very suddenly grabbed and pulled into the chair. The lavender eyed boy let out a yell, arms flailing blindly as he lost his balance. Luckily Mwu dragged him quickly and with no fuss into the chair proper before Kira could fall embarrassingly across the floor.

“Ma-master?” Kira squeaked, quickly stopping his flailing before he took out an eye. The small robe he was wearing had inched up and down his body respectively, it was shamelessly open around his legs, revealing his soft, thin thighs and both his shoulders were uncovered, a few bruises around his neck made his skin seem pale and soft. Kira felt far too exposed to be comfortable- even though they were both men, there was something odd in Mwu’s eyes that made Kira want to hide his injured and battered body.

“I told you to call me Mwu, now, let’s see the damage.” The man just smiled calmly and inspected the bandages around Kira’s wrists and ankles, then touched his hands to the bruises around Kira’s neck, causing the brunette slave to wince. “You choked?”

“Yes, when the caravan tipped.” Kira had calmed a little now and stopped himself from hyperventiliating. Mwu wasn’t molesting him; he was just inspecting his injuries.

Finally the blonde finished and pinched Kira’s cheek. “You can get up now.”

Kira blinked at the man a few times before closing his mouth. Of course. He quickly scrambled out of Mwu’s lap and adjusted his robe. “Uh… uhm…”

“You can leave. I’m ready for bed now. Tell Mother Lacus to see that you get a pallet to sleep on.”

Kira found himself blushing hotly, he felt like he’d failed some kind of inspection now, but he nodded his head. “Yes sir.”

Mwu nodded his head and Kira fled the room.

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These evening events happened every night of the next two weeks, and Kira gradually got used to the sudden way that Mwu would just grab him and check the progress of his recovery, but every time that Mwu moved to grab the slave, Kira had flashes of an obscenely intimate result. He admonished himself for these thoughts; Mwu was just a little too physical, that was all. Besides, he and his wife seemed to actually enjoy each other’s company- a rare thing in marriages that had been arranged for political reasons.

Most of the days were quietly passed helping out in the kitchen, Kira ran chores for the cooks to pass the time when he wasn’t required for a massage. He’d managed to get a pair of slave’s pants and a tunic, but Mwu had strict orders about Kira’s dress when he was massaging. Mwu had told Kira to go and change when the slave had appeared in his tunic one night. Kira didn’t quite understand why this was so strictly enforced, he thought perhaps Mwu was worried about concealed weapons, but none of the other slaves or servants had this problem. It was puzzling at best.

So the weeks passed, uneventful and for the most part, peacefully.

Well, almost uneventful.

It was the second day of the second week of his being in Commander Mwu’s care when Kira found himself picking apples off the trees in the garden. The slave had been softly humming to himself as he deposited the red fruit into the little cloth bag he’d brought with him when something twinkling caught his eye.

Blinking and turning, Kira caught the twinkle at the edge of his vision yet again. And then again, and again and again, as though it were always just at the corner of his eye. With a frustrated sigh the slave rubbed his eyes, counted to five and then opened them again.

The twinkle had gone.

Relieved he went back to grab the apple he’d been about to pick but instead found cloth under his hands.

A little yelp escaped Kira’s throat when he looked up and found his hand on the knee of… of…

“Hello.” The cobalt haired teen greeted.

It was the highwayman! Or boy, as the case were. The one that had saved Kira’s life. The one with the strange ears and… and… Kira knew he should probably call for help or yell out or something, but all he could do was stumble backward and sit down on the ground, hard.

“You’re not very talkative.” The boy noted, sitting down on the branch he was perched on and swinging his legs. He didn’t look all that dangerous today; he wore a pair of cotton green leggings and a light brown tunic that was tucked under a belt. The deadly scimitar that Kira remembered from the day on the road was sheathed in a scabbard at the cobalt highwayman’s waist.

Kira opened his mouth to yell but ended up speaking instead. “Who are you?”

The strange boy held out a hand. “Athrun Zala. And you?”

Kira slowly stood and took the hand, Athrun’s hand was cool and moist to the touch. It oddly reminded him of moss. “Kira Hibiki.”

And then Athrun was gone, like magic, and Kira was standing there, his hand extended into thin air.

Kira blinked, looking around in shock and surprise. Although he searched the nearby trees there was no sign of Athrun Zala, the pointy-eared highwayboy.

Kira returned with his bag of half-full apples and didn’t volunteer for any more outings after that. He chalked it down to tiredness but…

But he knew he’d felt that hand under his.

~Tsuzuku…

Sweet notes: Aww, shuddup, sometimes it takes a while to get back into the feelings I originally had about a story. >.< Anyway, I hope people like this- the next chapter will be longer. Yakusoku! Reviews?