Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ Voyeur ❯ One-Shot

Voyeur

 

Another day of war, another day of slaughter.

 

Highly bloodied and slightly bruised (1), the Four retired to await their evening meal. (2)

 

Kyo, who didn't believe in wasting good sake-drinking time, was being fussed over by Akari, who very wisely realized that if he didn't want to look for his head in the dirt, now was not the time to pursue his dearest ambition. (3)

 

Botenmaru was napping; conserving his energy for the three-way eating contest that would follow after Kyo and Akari had taken their portions. (4)

 

Akira was getting ready to take a bath. Hotaru, high up a tree, was watching him.

 

Hotaru was watching Akira strip. Let us pause for a moment to squeal in fangirl glee.

 

Hotaru is not entirely sure why he likes to watch Akira take his clothes off. Maybe it is because it fascinates him to see Akira apply such care and precision to anything he does, while, Hotaru mostly does not bother. Maybe it is because it is such a small body and already it has borne injuries that would normally herald death. Maybe it is because seeing Akira slide his clothes off his body makes Hotaru's mouth go dry and he thinks it is the most arousing thing he has ever seen.

 

Maybe it is just because Hotaru is eighteen, and thus intensely hormonal.

 

Whatever the reason, whenever Akira heads off in the direction of a river or pond, Hotaru climbs further up a tree than he would normally, settles himself, and watches Akira's orderly little undressing through slitted eyes.

 

This is Hotaru's secret, and he knows quite firmly he will never be badly injured enough to tell Akari this, not unless he is completely tired of living. (5)

 

He still watches, though. Watches Akira undress, bathe, and imagines narrow hips under tight shorts and what he knows is a tight stomach (6), under metal breastplate.

 

He imagines them writhing under his hands and mouth, and - stops right there, because Akira is only fourteen even if he can demolish an army by himself and if Hotaru thinks about bedding him too much he will do it and then the shit will really hit the fan.

 

But Akira won't be fourteen forever, and Hotaru can wait.

 

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When they meet again, four years later, Akira is eighteen, and wears long pants, which Hotaru thinks is a pity.

 

When Akira strips this time, though, it is still the same pale skin and quick movements, and this time, Hotaru joins Akira.

 

Hotaru doesn't wait any longer.

 

-end-

 

(1) - this was more Akari's fault than anything else.

(2) - Made by Suzaku, who, smart girl, realized that there were far worse fates than cooking and washing for the Four. The one which had happened at her village, for one.

(3) - `women's' intuition at work.

(4) - Hotaru and Akira would always end up with the best of whatever was served. This was somewhat of a mystery, especially since neither of the boys knew how to tell what the `best' was. Bon, however, did. (Hint, hint)

(5) - although it was entirely possible that Kyo did know. It would certainly explain his recent habit of ambushing and pinning Akira, during which Akira was snarled at to “Keep your damn guard up, are you trying to invite attackers?” When Akira protested that he was familiar with the proximity of Kyo's ki, and was used to it, and hadn't done anything to piss him or any of the rest off lately and thus did not expected to be attacked. Kyo replied, “Exactly.” Akira, clueless, asked if Kyo thought Akari or Bon was going to attack him. Whereupon Akari beat him senseless and Hotaru blinked uncomprehendingly.

(6) - having hit it enough times.