Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Golden Geisha ❯ The Gift ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Final Fantasy VIII (Squaresoft), Weiss Kreuz, Gundam Wing, or Fushigi Yuugi. This story is from my head and there is no way the actual owners would think of doing this with their characters and I am not making any money from this story or any other story I write.

Genre: X-over, AU, TWT, Romance, Drama, Angst, blah, blah blah…

Warning: Shounen-ai, Yaoi, mild language, OOC on Zell's part and other characters parts where I see fit, limey not sure if lemon yet?

Rating: R18, some parts NC17, it is sort of non-consensual but considering what Zell is…

Pairings: Aya x Fire Blossom (Zell Dincht), Amethyst (Duo Maxwell) x Fire blossom (Zell), Aya x Youji, Squall x Fire Blossom (Zell) ? x Amethyst (Duo), and various other pairings.

Authors Note: The focus at first will be on Aya, Zell and Duo, the rest follows from there. Please don't give me any grief about the pairings but if you truly know me, then you will know who ends up with whom here.

Dedication: To Chandrakan who loves Squall x Zell as much as I do and to Lys Seine for her excellent Beta work. Remember no one is perfect, if they were then this world would be bloody boring.

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The Golden Geisha

Youji could only stare at the black envelope he held in his hand. He was not the type of person who believed in anything spiritual. He had to wonder what made him walk in to see the fortune teller in the first place. But against all his better judgment, he did and the reason…

[Aya!]

His birthday was coming up in two days; he wanted to get him something special…something...different. He was able to con Ken and Omi into splitting the gift three ways. He smirked as he remembered the looks on their faces when he told them how much they had to pay each…Ken was the funniest. Youji had never seen that shade of red on the younger boy before, and the language...Omi on the hand sat in the stool gaping like a fish…very funny sight for Youji.

But as far as Youji was concerned, Aya was worth every damn cent and more with all the shit that had happened in his life.

Yeah, they all had their own shit but Aya's was slowly overwhelming him. Youji was desperate enough to want to help him…save him from himself.

The others didn't know what he knew. Youji was shocked when the redhead opened the gateway to his dark soul, giving him a brief look into what was hidden behind that forbidden entrance that was surrounded by ice.

As brief as it was, Youji began to respect his younger team-mate. Though he still argued with Aya and found it hard not to tease him, he at least respected him enough to not burden him with his problems and what he was feeling towards the redhead.

Shaking his head, Youji caressed the black envelope that had a golden circular gateway embossed upon it. The symbol in the middle was unlike any he had ever seen. It was similar to Kanji but had a slight edge to it that was more towards mystical. Hence…he had no idea what it stood for.

Barooshka, the fortune teller. Yeah, Barooshka who would believe it. Youji smirked as he remembered the flamboyant female dressed in bright red. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the loudness of her clothes and the unusual accent she presented him with. If that wasn't enough, it was the colour of her orange hair that made him wince in agony as it clashed with her dress so blatantly.

He had to admit that her soft grey eyes seemed to sparkle with life but, he knows this sounds like crap, she seemed so much older in her eyes than in her appearance. Her face was pale and young, say about 18 but the way she held herself, she seemed older…much older.

She never said much but what she did say was right on and she described Aya in great detail. Youji was surprised and gave her his full attention, her words only convinced him more that she was the genuine thing. And what she said next, only confirmed that his friend needed help…

//Flashback//

"He needs to meet with a stranger, someone who is going through a different kind of pain."

Youji arched an eyebrow, "I don't understand."

She ignored him as she stared into a plain looking crystal ball that was atop a strange looking beast that looked like the Griever…the Lion with enormous powers.

"They will help each other overcome their own fears…to release the past so that they can move forward."

Youji tried not to roll his eyes because he felt she was talking a load of nonsense and he knew that Aya would have agreed with him.

Grey eyes now focused on Youji, and he froze at her stare.

"If you want to help your friend you will do what is necessary to save him."

Releasing a shuddering breath Youji wasn't aware he was holding he stood up, not wanting to hear this. Why should it be some outsider when he was here? He wanted to be the one to be there for Aya not some total stranger. Shaking his head he realised he had heard enough and made his way towards the glass door.

"Youji!"

He froze at the coldness she snapped with. How did she know his name, and slowly turned to stare at the female named Barooshka.

Her grey eyes swirled like quick-silver now and he caught his breath, her hair falling over her slender shoulders like pure silk, her dress seeming to fade before his very eyes into a more muted colour of golden orange…like fire. She reminded him of a flickering flame.

"This is not about you, Youji. Do you want to help your friend or not?!"

He closed his eyes with sadness, the emerald depths darkening for a moment. What he felt for Aya was beyond friendship. It was less than love but more than friendship; it was somewhere in between. All he knew was, he wanted to be the one to melt the ice around the redhead's heart. Him. Youji.

"He will feel nothing Youji, until he releases his past."

Opening his eyes slowly, he nodded. He had to stop being selfish. This was for Aya.

The female moved closer, though she still kept her distance. "Trust me, he will accept things and, who knows, the ice around his heart may melt…" she shrugged her slender shoulders, "enough to let someone in."

Blushing Youji opened his mouth to deny he had feelings for his team-mate but her silver eyes glittered with amusement, making him snap his mouth shut.

With a smirk she walked closer to him, "you can't lie to me Youji; I can see your emotions all around you. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You just have to be patient. Two lonely spirits need to meet and join; what happens after that is up to them."

"What if he decides to stay with the other--"

With another shrug of her slender shoulders she answered softly, "it is a risk that needs to be taken, you will just have to wait and see."

His body shuddered at the thought of the redhead ever leaving them. Youji didn't care if they were to remain friends...just as long as Aya was there, where he could see him.

Selfish? Maybe.

"Do you see him leaving you all just like that Youji?"

Youji chuckled with bitterness, that was just it…he had no idea what went through Aya's head sometimes. He will just have to believe that Aya would never intentionally leave his responsibilities; it was just not the way of the redhead and decided to ignore her question.

"What is this special gift that you propose we get for him? His birthday is coming up, and I want it to be something different."

Sighing as he changed the subject Barooshka turned her back on the honey blond, she then smiled to herself, quick silver eyes flashing fiery gold briefly. [Every thing is falling into place.]

Youji watched as she walked to a small box made out of black marble, red veins running through it. She opened the small door; Youji held his breath as he felt excitement rush through him. He then frowned with disappointment as she pulled out a black envelope with a gold embossed design upon it. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't an envelope.

Barooshka smirked knowingly at his disappointment, her movements almost predatory as she walked towards Youji, her voice husky, which unnerved him.

"This is the perfect gift and must only be opened by Aya. Inside contains a very rare ticket that Aya will need to pass on to a chaperone. The said chaperone will know what to do from there."

Intrigued, Youji could feel his curiosity tweak and found himself asking a stupid question, "what kind of ticket is it?"

The fortune teller smiled softly, "this ticket will give Aya the honour of being pampered by one of the best. Whatever he wishes to happen…she or he will make it happen. It's all about his needs."

"I don't understand."

Sighing deeply Barooshka pointed to a red velvet seat for Youji to sit on. "He will be entertained, spoilt, massaged whatever he wants. I am just not sure which scenario it will be."

Youji smirked, "scenario?"

"It all depends on which door he picks."

"Door?"

"Yes, door Youji," smiling she tapped the envelope on her chin, deep in thought. Yes, it could be a problem if Aya chose the wrong door. Unless…

Youji watched her intently not sure what to think. "So a certain door has a certain scenario then."

She just nodded.

Youji grinned shoving the uneasy feeling to one side. "How much?"

"Three thousand dollars."

His eyes widened, "shit! Knowing Aya he would pick the first damn door he came to and it would be full of sumo wrestlers. Fuck, he would kill us for sure plus the fact we would be three thousand dollars lighter in the pocket."

Chuckling Barooshka shook her head, "the choice is yours. I am not forcing you, and it was you who said something different didn't you?"

Rolling his eyes Youji sneered, "I hardly think that a prostitute is any different and I don't think Aya would appreciate this gift after all."

The fiery look she gave him made Youji step back swallowing hard.

Taking a deep breath Barooshka counted ten backwards, her emotions calming once again but boy did she want to slap this young man. "Youji, I can promise you that Aya will love this gift…not at first of course but in the long run he will. I also assure you, no matter what door he picks there will be no sumo wrestlers behind it," her eyes twinkling at this.

Biting his lip nervously Youji kept looking at the envelope, a frown marring his beautiful face. Aya would kill him, but on the other hand, Aya really needed to lighten up. He was too damned uptight with a stick shoved right up his ass.

"They won't make him do anything he doesn't want to do? Because Aya is a little…can get a little…um…angry." Youji wanted to say violent but changed his mind.

"Youji as I said before, his every comfort will be attended to but they will not go beyond that boundary. As for his temper, they are taught to handle any situation. Now do you want the ticket or not?!"

Closing his eyes, sensing a feeling of doom…his own death in fact, Youji shrugged his shoulders, [Ah what the hell, just get the bloody thing and let's hope Aya appreciates it.] "I will take it, but I will pick it up tomorrow." He looked at her stare, "hey! I have to get the other two to pay for this as well."

"I'll just have to try and convince them that this is the gift of the century," mumbling under his breath as he walked out of the shop.

The fortune teller chuckled, "tomorrow then." She then proceeded to lock the envelope back into the marble cupboard once again. [Now to see if this will bring the lion to the golden one's den and set the fiery one's heart free so he can finally see the Angel with emerald eyes already in his grasp.]

//End of flashback//

"Well Aya, you better like this." Youji walked towards his car Seven and decided that he would need Omi's help with this. If there was one thing that none of them could resist was Omi's eyes when they went into chibi mode. Aya was no exception, a smile tugging at Youji's lips.

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Aya lifted his hand to look at the black envelope, confusion written all over his face. He was still not sure how the hell his team-mates had convinced him to do this.

"Bastards!" as if he had time for there stupid fucking games, a black scowl etched on his pale features.

He swore again as he remembered Omi and his wide blue eyes glazing over as if he was close to tears, his lips trembling giving the look that none of them could refuse him anything.

"Youji!" [He is behind this. When I tell whoever I am supposed to meet what they can do with this envelope I am going to make my next mission, Operation 'Kill Youji'…nice and slowly!]

Stopping suddenly, he hadn't realised that he had reached the gateway. It was circular, just like the symbol on the envelope.

Glaring at the gate, he scanned the area his senses on high alert.

He stepped through…

Aya jolted as electricity rushed through his body, fingers of lightning reaching out to every nerve ending in his body, the pleasure so foreign to him. He shuddered as he tried to control the unbearable sensation that he has not felt for a long time…a very long time.

Grinding his teeth together angrily he let it wash over him, making sure he took no pleasure in it. Why should he feel anything when his sister felt nothing!

He was only glad that Youji was not around him at this moment, he wasn't in the mood for his teasing and tease him, he would. The funny thing was, Aya was getting used to the honey blond, and he was the only one that he tolerated enough to be around him. He tolerated the other two but from a distance. Youji was different somehow but he couldn't explain how or why. It confused the shit out of him, and when he was confused he buried it deep inside of himself until he was ready to analyze it.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a deep voice with a strange accent. His hand resting lightly on his beloved katana, Aya turned to stare into a pair of unusual silver eyes. He noted that he had to raise his eyes to do this because the male in front of him was tall, at a guess, 6'9. And big. The male's orange hair was messy, falling around his strong square face, his bright red suit doing nothing for the man at all.

He spoke again, "you have a choice...pick a door."

Aya raised a perfect crimson eyebrow,[ door?]

Sure enough there were four doors. He was surprised he hadn't noticed that he was now standing in a corridor. Scowling he could only imagine what the hell Youji had got him into. [No more!]

Snatching the envelope from his pocket he held it towards the tall male almost snarling, "Take it! I'm going nowhere but back the way I came in!"

Smirking the male just shook his head, "sorry, but it doesn't work that way."

[Youji, I am going to kill you, then Ken and finally Omi for giving me those damn chibi eyes.]

"You have to hand it to the chaperone behind one of these doors, and then perhaps, you may leave…but not before."

"Fine!" Aya was going to tell the chaperone exactly what they could do with this envelope. He grabbed the handle of the yellow door closest to him and was about to open it when he heard a snort coming from the male. [Now what! ]and waited for the male to speak.

"Are you sure that's the door you want to open?" Amusement making the male's eyes swirl like whirlpools.

Aya just shrugged but then hesitated. God he hated it when curiosity hit him. "Why?"

The tall male crossed his arms, acting nonchalant as he shrugged. "I am not permitted to tell you what door to open, it is forbidden but the colour of that door clashes with your hair."

[What?! ]Is this guy for real? He was right of course but shit Aya had to ask himself why he should care…unless…

Sighing he frowned looking at the other doors. An orange one, bright green, and the last door at the end of the corridor was gold. Aya had to admit that if there was a door he would go for, it would be the golden door.

Stepping towards the golden door Aya gripped the door handle and paused waiting for a snort and turned to look at the male…

…Who wasn't there…

Resigned to whatever the hell was going on, Aya didn't bat an eyelid. No, he just opened the door and hoped that the strangeness was over because he was starting to get a little pissed.

With thin lips he stepped through the doorway and the first thing that hit him was the smell of incense. A seductive scent of sandalwood that clung to his nose making Aya's tense body relax against his will. The feeling was unreal, the sensation of being pulled into a room, which is the only way he could explain this.

Scanning the area, he looked pass the archway and saw a narrow hallway, with [tatami] floor mats and white [Shoji] dividing walls. The place had low lighting and he only turned when the golden door shut firmly behind him.

With stealth movements Aya moved towards an exotic looking male dressed in white silken robes with long violet hair in a loose ponytail. The eyes of deep rose stared at him with curiosity, first lingering on his katana, then his long black leather trench coat to finally rest intently into Aya's violet depths.

"You are new sir." The man's voice was soft and melodic to the ear, almost musical.

Aya ignored the obvious statement and handed the black envelope to the male, which he could only assume was the chaperone. Aya froze when he heard the soft sounds of moans coming from one of the rooms. He was not surprised because the walls left little to the imagination where sound was concerned, and he was beginning to realise what the hell this place was.

His icy glare shifted to the chaperone whose eyes widened. Thrusting the black envelope towards the slim beauty, Aya almost smirked as the male's slender hand trembled, soft coloured eyes shifting to the envelope. What Aya hadn't expected was the surprise on the delicate features, and the gasp that followed.

"Where did you get this?"

Aya raised an eyebrow, his words of ['shove it where it hurts'] momentarily forgotten. "Birthday gift."

Nuriko realised that was the only response he was likely to get and frowned. "I know someone who will pay a lot of money for what's inside this envelope."

"Why?" Aya once again damned his curiosity.

Opening the envelope, Nuriko clutched the fiery gold ticket and showed the redhead. "This ticket gives you unlimited access to the Golden Geisha, he is a favourite here, but very expensive and those who can afford him--"

The chaperone stepped from behind the desk and walked towards Aya slowly, Nuriko knew that if he made sudden movements he would suffer for it. "Their visits are strictly limited to two hours."

Aya didn't want to think about what happened in those two hours but hated to admit to himself, that he was mildly, alright not mildly, very curious in this Golden Geisha.

As for selling the ticket, it had possibilities, in fact great possibilities. His sister…he shook himself as he felt the nosey eyes of the male still watching him. "I will check out this Geisha, and then I will consider selling the ticket." With that he snatched the ticket and envelope back and smirked as the male beauty snorted, turning his nose up delicately.

The grunts and groans coming from different rooms became louder, and it took all of Aya's strength not to blush. His stoic mask firmly in place he raised an eyebrow and frowned, he wanted to get away from here.

He cursed the fact that he had to see the Golden Geisha before he would leave this damn place altogether.

Nuriko straightened his robes and with grace walked passed Aya, "follow me."

Blocking all sounds out, Aya followed the slender man, and was mildly pleased as they headed for the door at the end. He watched as the chaperone opened the door and the smell of summer hit him, the glare from the outside made him blink his eyes to adjust to the brightness. The building they were in was so dimly lit.

Walking outside Aya sighed with relief and looked around. His eyes observed the stepping stones leading in two different directions, both towards two separate buildings that looked like tea houses, very extravagant teahouses. The one on the right was further away.

Nuriko halted. "Please wait here while I inform Fire Blossom that he has a visitor."

Aya simply nodded, captivated with the serenity of the beautiful garden. He fleetingly noted that the chaperone went towards the building on the right, turning his attention back to the building in front of him. The Kanji was painted in violet. 'The Amethyst House'.

He could feel eyes watching him, an uncomfortable feeling but not enough for him to pull out his beloved katana. Besides he was enjoying the feeling of peace invading his body. He shook the guilt that struck him deciding to forget his world for a moment.

Nuriko reappeared and beckoned him to follow once again. Shrugging, Aya followed. The stepping stones lead to a small wooden bridge, a stream running underneath. Stone lanterns were strategically placed, maple trees making this garden perfect in its simple yet beautiful style. Serenity being the word to describe the wonder and splendour he found himself walking in.

He was not surprised at the gold kanji standing out on the elaborate building, 'The Golden House'.

Slipping his boots off his feet Aya slipped passed the chaperone, his socked feet walking on [tadima] floor mats.

Sliding the Shoji door closed, Nuriko spoke softly, "Fire blossom will be joining you soon so I will explain the rules."

Aya nodded once wondering why he just didn't leave.

Nuriko beckoned for Aya to sit as he himself nimbly folded his legs underneath, his bottom resting on the heels of his feet, hands clasped in his lap.

"Your first visit is by default like any other client that first comes here. If Fire Blossom doesn't approve of you, then you will be banned from seeing him again, and I assure you we have a force of males who will protect their Golden Geisha if Fire Blossom so wishes."

Aya believed this as he felt eyes watching him when he entered the garden.

"If he approves, he will entertain you, feed you, and dance for you, whatever you wish he will do for you…within reason of course. If there is to be sex involved, you will let him know immediately." Nuriko stopped as Aya snorted.

Staring at the beautiful redhead, Nuriko couldn't understand what it was that had made this lithe male of perfection look through amethyst eyes with ice and scorn. He sensed darkness and danger from this male. Though it was frightening, he found it strangely arousing and cursed his drab boring life as a chaperon; what he would do to entertain the pale beauty.

At the mention of sex Aya couldn't help but snort, he wasn't like Youji. Though he was no virgin, it has been a long time since the last time he had let himself have that kind of pleasure. Ever since then there has been no one that gave him the urge…well except one…but even then he buried that feeling deep within himself, it's all he seemed to be doing where this person was concerned.

Scowling as he felt the eyes of the chaperone looking at him, Aya glared at him his hand itching to grab his katana, "Well?"

[Then again being a chaperone has its good points…I don't have to put up with bad tempered clients!] Coughing uncomfortably Nuriko decided to carry on with the rules. "Where the sex is concerned, Fire Blossom will tell you the rules." He then looked at Aya his face hardening, "This is a warning I give to all clients and it is no idle threat. Lay one finger on his body that is punishing or harmful, I swear by all the Gods I believe in you will not get out of here alive! Do I make myself clear?"

Glaring Aya nodded. He had already made his mind up. He wouldn't be coming back, and he wouldn't be having sex with anyone.

"Good. You will know if you are accepted when he lets his hair down and gives you a gift. No words are to be spoken. You will leave and come to see me." Nuriko smiled to himself, [yes when he lets his hair down, you will be back though you say to yourself you won't…you will!]

Putting his hands flat on his legs Nuriko bowed and then stood up with elegance. "I will leave. If you would wait in the next room, Fire Blossom will make his entrance." With swiftness the chaperone left, the Shoji door sliding smoothly and shutting quietly.

Shrugging Aya decided to keep his trench coat on, he would take one look at the Golden Geisha then he would leave. With hurried movements as impatience began to eat away at him, he stepped into the other room that took his breath away.

The smell of plum blossom wafted in the air as did the swirling smoke, a hint of apple, a subtle scent that enticed the senses. The plum blossom mixed with sandalwood calmed his mind and relaxed his body. It was a dangerous combination Aya realized, but his attention was caught by the mural on the screen. It was vibrant with two guardian forces that he admired and had only recently read about.

Ifrit of fire and Shiva of ice.

They faced one another. Shiva in her pale beauty, her skin glowing white, her hair of pale blue swirling around her head, her slender form barely covered, shapely and enticing. Ice shards like a fortress surrounded the guardian force but her eyes were locked with Ifrit.

He stood tall and proud, his jaws opened as he roared, fire burning furiously around him, his orange mane lighting up like flames around the horns, his strong massive body and arms turned towards the Ice Queen. Their energies met in the middle, creating a pool of fiery icy liquid. White and gold sakura blossom falling around them giving the picture a sense of love between the two Guardian Forces.

Aya's head snapped toward the shoji sliding door as it opened. He was glad for the years of his training as he kept his face stoic, his eyes showing no emotion as the beauty gracefully glided into the room, head bowed in submission.

The vision was a petite figure wrapped in a silk [kimono] of royal blue with a golden embroidered phoenix rising from the hem of the [kimono] starting from the left finishing and rising to the right, the over collar was gold with red sakura falling, long sleeves reaching towards the geisha's ankles. The [obi] around the slender waist was silk with silver, gold, and red brocade of traditional Japanese patterns.

Aya's eyes lifted to the long golden neck that was delicate like a swans then finally to the face…what he could see of him anyway.

His eyes studied the black tattoo reaching out like flames on the left side of golden geisha's face, the golden skin making it stand out more. Soft pink petal lips with a full bottom lip and a little pert nose, but what caught his attention the most was the golden satin strands of silk atop the smaller boys' head.

Aya had to hold his breath for a moment and clenched his hands into fists. What he wanted to do was reach out and touch the silky tresses. The male's hair piled up with sapphire oriental pins holding it in place, the jewellery swinging as Fire Blossom moved his head.

"Please sit." The husky voice was seductive making a tingle run up Aya's spine.

[Fuck, what has he got himself into?] Pissed with himself, Aya found he was sitting down at the geisha's request.

Zell's right hand touched his chest, his heart beat wildly; there was something about this male. His eyes stared down at the pale angular face that was beautifully framed by fiery crimson hair that looked like it would be soft to the touch. But his eyes…violet depths that were so cold, reminded him of someone from his past. He caught his breath as the newcomer suddenly stared straight into his eyes.

Zell knew he would accept him, maybe for the wrong reasons…but wrong reasons be damned, he reminded him of the lion.

Aya had to fight with all of his strength as he found himself wanting to drown in the cerulean orbs that were looking straight into his. Frowning, he broke the trance they were in and with haughtiness looked everywhere but at the golden geisha.

Zell gracefully bowed moving towards the low rosewood tatami table as he began the process of the tea ceremony. He was fighting with his thoughts as the memories tried to drown him once more. Pain came with those memories so he concentrated on [temae], the etiquette and discipline of preparing green tea.

His body and slender hands were graceful and precise; the discipline he had learned through the teachings of the tea ceremony was his proudest achievement. He fought the urge to bite his lip; his big sister would be disappointed if he showed any kind of emotion while doing the [temae.]

Aya watched as Fire Blossom wiped down the tea caddy holding the tea and tea scoop. Fire Blossom then warmed the whisk and tea bowl together by immersing them in hot water. He then poured the water off into a vessel and he wiped the bowl dry with a [chakin] cloth. The [temae] part was now complete, and it was time to make the tea. The concentration on this art perfect and would make the teacher very proud.

The elegant movement of the geisha was beautiful to watch. Aya felt his tense body unwind considerably and couldn't remember the last time he felt this relaxed in someone else's presence. Only alone did he let himself relax but with the golden geisha, it was different.

Aya was brought out of his reverie as Fire Blossom began to whisk the tea so it would foam.

Once Zell was satisfied he stood up and, with quiet grace, moved towards the redhead. Stopping in front of Aya, he kneeled. Bowing over the bowl, he waited for the new client to take it. Zell knew what he was going to do next, his decision made the moment the redhead looked at him.

Taking the bowl his eyes never left Fire Blossom's, Aya sipped the tea and nodded in approval. He enjoyed the subtle bitterness that came with green tea and couldn't remember the last time he had the pleasure of drinking genuine green tea compared to the supermarket's mass produced crap.

Still sipping he could only think about the beauty that was in front of him, his eyes tracing the tattoo. He was curious to know what it meant. He was curious full stop where the golden geisha was concerned and wanted to know what the pain he detected before was all about. It seems he was not the only one in this room that had pain buried deep within.

Blushing at the male's blatant stare Zell sat back on his heels, lifting his hands to the pins in his hair. Slowly he pulled them out one by one, his long hair cascading down his shoulders and back to rest on his pert bottom, and smiled shyly handing one of the sapphire oriental pin to Aya, keeping his eyes averted as he waited to see if Aya would take it.

Putting the bowl down carefully, Aya frowned. Did he want to further complicate his life by accepting what was being offered? Staring at the bent head he took in the silky waterfall of blond hair, the gold tresses, and he noticed white strands. This delicate boy had the sun and cloud in his hair, the blue sky in his eyes.

Shaking his head, Aya knew he should kill his team-mates and seriously thought about it as he accepted the gift being offered, not only the pin but the boy himself. Aya's body became hot at the delicious thought.

Standing without saying a word he silently left the room, he was confused and excited in one. Very conflicting and not him at all.

Zell waited until he left and let out a deep breath and smiled-something he hadn't done for awhile. Of all the clients he entertained, this was the first one that he really wanted to see again.

Only tomorrow he would have to receive the very client he wished he had never met…

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The next night (Saturday) at the Golden House

Zell's legs were spread wide open, knees bent over the bigger man's forearms his cock rubbing against his own stomach. With red rimmed eyes he moaned in pain as the client he hated the most slammed into his body, his ass lifting higher with each thrust, giving the clients thick cock deeper access into his channel.

Zell wanted to scream for mercy but the gag around his mouth stopped any sound from coming out. The leather strips around his wrists were tight, and he knew that he would be left with marks.

He whimpered as the client's big frame fell on top of his lithe frame, his legs being spread wider. The male panted heavily against his slender neck, a tongue snaking out to dribble saliva all over his soft skin, making him squirm.

This only egged the male on, making the client laugh harshly, a guttural groan releasing as the walls surrounding his shaft clenched. "You are so fucking tight my lil' whore!" Another groan as he slid out then slammed back in to the sweet walls of hot tightness again, his tongue licking the geisha's face.

Zell whimpered as the client grabbed his cock and began to painfully stroke his shaft, squeezing the tip, milking the come forcefully.

"You like it rough don't you boy?"

Zell shook his head. If there was one thing he still maintained, it was his honesty. He had lost his innocence three years ago so he was damned if he was going to give up anything else.

He flinched as the male jabbed his big shaft into his smaller channel once again and squeezed Zell's cock tighter at the same time. The pain disorientating as he shuddered, the tears tracking down the side of his face.

[I hate him!]

The client pumped Zell's cock faster. He trembled as his body betrayed him, white ribbons of fluid ejaculating from him. He felt nauseated as the animalistic grunts issued from the client's mouth grew louder. The bigger males' hips ramming his smaller frame hard and fast, rocking movements as he slid on the silk sheets until the familiar wet heat spread deep in his ass as the male roared triumphantly.

[Why is it after this client he felt the dirtiest. The other clients never treated him like this but then they didn't have a hold over him…]

With a grunt, the client cut the leather bindings and pulled gag from the beautiful boy. "Yes, we both know you won't say anything to anyone because the moment you do, your dirty little secret won't be a secret any more eh slut!"

Pulling out of the smaller body not caring as the boy winced with pain, the client roughly pulled Zell into his arms, grounding his teeth against the soft pink lips, pulling on the long hair that was so soft and silky, his tongue jabbing in and out of the moistness that tasted of apple and cinnamon.

Satisfied, he let the boy drop back onto the futon and stood up looking down at him, zipping up his fly. Pulling the money out of his pocket he threw it down so it flowed around Zell. "See ya next week lil' bitch!" with a smirk he turned and left.

His body shaking, Zell sobbed and made himself sit up, he had to get clean before Nuriko checked on him. This was a ritual the chaperone did to see if his brothers were okay. Nuriko took his job seriously, and Zell knew he was a dangerous enemy if pushed too far. He couldn't risk that…not if he didn't want to be found.

Licking the blood from his lips, he was grateful that it wasn't split. He manoeuvred himself to stand on his shaky legs; his tired and sore body was thankful that tomorrow was his day off and headed for the washroom slowly.

***

Duo watched as the client left Zell's place. His eyes squinted; he has been watching him for the last four weeks. Only because he was worried about the little blond and knew something wasn't right.

Moving towards one of the maple trees, Duo spoke towards it. "I want you to follow him and find out which gateway he goes through. Make sure he doesn't discover he is being followed."

Duo heard a slight rustle as the secret guardian followed the burly male leaving the tranquil garden and smiled bitterly to himself. "Don't worry Zell, I will help you. I know what it's like to runaway from hurt and the need to protect someone."

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