Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ To Hell With You ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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Title: To Hell With You
Author: MitsuiSelphie
Genre: romance/angst/drama/one-shot
Cast: Shishio Makoto, Yumi Komagata
Summary: Yumi and Shishio, lovers amidst the fires of hell. What is the kind of love that enshrouds them?

A/N: I wrote this about a year ago but I became so busy that this got buried in the depths of my computer and my brain. I'm uploading this now to get the inspiration to finish it - and maybe...actually edit it. -_- Yep, this is unedited, but I promise an edited version ASAP. WARNING: Romance, dark drama, violence and angst ahead. Don't like it, don't read it. Flames would be used to roast their senders. ^___^



"Ah! Here he comes…the man who owns my life. He was never the perfect gentleman most women prefer and dream of. Instead, he is egotistic, conceited, diabolically ruthless, and sublimely dictatorial. But who am I to protest? Beggars could never be choosers."




Prologue

Komagata Yumi swayed her hips to the stringy melody of the shamisen. The strong stench of the small dingy room flared inside her nose, but it had made no disturbance at all as it was not uncommon to her. Someone promised her a fair charge to dance in front of a man who was deemed to be very important. An important man, to ask for a prostitute in a minute begrimed rural bungalow? 'Surely, there must have been a mistake,' her thoughts lobbied around her head, 'a true distinguished man would have asked for a geisha in a proper teahouse, not for a prostitute.' But when he saw the man she was going to entertain, blood rushed to her head as she felt the vestiges of her partially digested lunch travel back to her throat, preparing to get regurgitated. Her eyes went wide as she tried to compose herself and sway to the tune of the shamisen once more.

((flashback))

"Yumi! Yumi, where are you, you naughty girl? I told you a hundred times never to be late when Tashokasa-san asks for you to run errands!"
"Gomen nasai, okaa-san."

She ran one nervous hand through her long hair as she sprinted inside their one-room thatched cottage.
"Gomen nasai, gomen nasai," her mother repeated sarcastically, "that's all you can ever say!"

The 5-year-old girl wrung her hands absent-mindedly. Her exceptionally pretty face was smirched with mud and grime, and her hair was kept unkempt. Her hands, which should be soft and supple as that of a child's, were full of calluses and gashes - and yet, she stood there, as innocent and as glorious as an angel.

"Gomen nasai, okaa-san, but you asked me to go to town to buy bandages."
"Don't you ever, ever, answer me, you brat!" her mother roared. "Now, you're going to get it this time!"
"Iye, okaa-san!" the little girl shrieked when she saw what was coming. Her mother took a 2-inch thick wood from behind the drawer and forced her child in a straddled position on her lap.
"Ite!" tears stung her eyes when she felt the thick wood crush her buttocks. "Yamete, okaa-san! Yamete, onegai! Iya…okaa-san, yamete!!!" her cries could be heard echoing all throughout the night as she pleaded for the beatings to stop, but her own mother - hasn't heard her cries at all.

((end of flashback))

Yumi's heart thumped in her throat. The man whom she decided she revolts, asked for her in his house. Goosebumps crawled throughout her skin as she thought of what would happen in the next few hours - as a prostitute, she knew what her job would be in a man's house. It was probably the biggest break she would ever get in her wretched profession, but still…



It was not his eccentric exterior nor his charred skin and flesh, it was the aura that he so powerfully radiates even in that calm and peaceful room that petrified and sickened her most. It was more than just bloodcurdling…



"Don't."
"Eh?" Yumi stopped untying her obi.
"You don't have to remove your clothes for me."
"Shishio-sama, please tell me, have I displeased you in any way that you have asked for me in your room but would not take me?"
"I never wished to take you in that way, Yumi."
"Nani?"
"I only wanted your company for the night."
"…my…company?"
"Yes, your company and nothing else."
"I…"
"It doesn't matter, Yumi. I know you're weary, take a rest and just let me watch you sleep."

Bewildered but feeling a new sense of dignity, Yumi retied her obi and walked towards the futon that was prepared for her.

"Shishio-sama," Yumi called out as she knelt at the end of her futon.
"Yes?"
"I suppose you know very well why prostitutes like me tie our obi in front?"
"Yes, I know that quite well."
"Shishio-sama, arigatou gozaimasu." Yumi bowed deeply before the master of the house.
"What for?"
"This will be the first time I would be spending the night with a man without having to untie my obi."
"Ah."
"Oyasumi nasai, Shishio-sama." Yumi crawled towards her futon and closed her eyes to the most peaceful sleep she would ever have in her whole life. 'But then…' Yumi thought,



That was what she decided before dozing off to sleep.

end of Prologue

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