Thread: The Kabuki Samurai [punk x king]

KING The request had been addressed to him. Not that he had anything against the thought of protecting a town, it was something he was required to do once assigned such a job in his position. Why had he gotten the job in the first place? Well he had recently returned from protecting a very large official in the government and was due for a little of rest. With the hatred towards the man eradicated, there was no need for him to stay, so he had returned home. Well that rest and relaxation he had been given was easily over thrown as he was handed the parchment stating his next assignment. He had only gotten home early in the morning to receive it and with that he was gone. No need to tell his parents nor lover- not having either of the two. One from the previous war and the other he simply had no time for. As much as any other young man in his position would love to have someone by their side, the liabilities that came attached were rather heavy. No one would want to see their love ones killed, so he in turn had never taken his hand at being considered on the mark- though he truly was. Not that it matter with the profession he lived with. Rolling the parchment up after reading the bulk of the matter he started off towards his steed, petting the other softly before hoisting himself atop the beast. The poor creature would be rode once more then hopefully given a nice rest one he reached his destination. He would see to sure to it as best as he could as he clicked his heels to the horse's side and was off. No need for provisions for the journey or anything else alike that. For the village itself wasn't quite a far way off, possibly only a few hours of riding would it take him to make it there albeit only if his below was able to muster the distance over he long stretch the other had crossed at the crack of dawn. With trust in the black mare, he rode on- parchment stuffed into the side of his armor- hiding it as best as he could as he eyed the rode before him. Knowing full well what the wrong turn would mean for him. Traveling was not something new to the man riding the steed, but all the same- no one could truly assure themselves that without knowing where they're heading that they'll get there. For him, he had previously passed the village, not thinking much of it as his took in the landscape around it. Taking in the boundaries that he had recognized the earlier that day, he started towards the place. Eyes staring confidently forward as he rode on, assured by his own knowledge that he would be in the village much sooner than he had excepted. Not second guessing his luck he pulled his horse into a gallop, not wishing to truly over exert the beast now. With time he would appear before the entrance of the village, curious to know exactly whom had sent the request. Wanting to learn what he could of the place before taking to any spot so that he could survey the area and protect it. As he drew closer, he could see the large slope nearby the village that lead to what seemed a large establishment. What was atop it? He was quite sure as he drew nearer to the two things before him. Where should he go first? The village obviously, but what if he needed to go to that place that loomed high above the area. It would surely be the best place to survey the village with where it had been placed, being able to look down at the humble village and protect it. Nodding to himself he let the horse slow down more, hoping to be met by some sort of official that would tell him about what exactly was needed for this village. PUNK A quiet sigh of relaxation emanated from Sai Kazuya as his head tossed back from the depths of the water of the hot spring. Long, sun-kissed strands of hair flew back and glittered in the dim light of the room as he knelt on his knees at the center of the hot springs, reveling in the sensation of the warm water surrounding his pale figure. Sai was an enigma among the teahouse as a boy that seemed to be of mixed heritage. Not only that, but he worked nearly the hardest to attain the skill that he had to this day. Blue eyes, another strange quality for a man in JApanese land, shone brightly as he rose out of the water and water dripped from his pale, feminine figure onto the ground below. He seemed almost like an angel as he dried himself off and made his way out of the hot springs, the fresh yukata holding onto his figure the whole while. For the past few months, the village that Sai had been watching over nearby had been attacked mercilessly by bandits. Only three weeks before, he had requested help from the emperor himself through a letter written in the most beautiful kanji he could muster up. He doubted he would reply in the positive, so he continued to watch as his friends were starving and hungry far below the hill and to the distance. Sai was only a simple kabuki. He knew of dancing, singing, and playing music. He was no warrior and he had no intention of fighting because he could easily get himself killed if he wasn't careful. So, to see a man on horseback trotting into the city brought up the faintest glimmer of hope in his stomach. The small nineteen year old blinked as he stood at the front of the teahouse, holding onto the broom that he used to sweep the steps up with. He figured the man would pass the village, yet by the emblem on his armour, he knew that he had to be of the emperor's forbidden city. He quickly perked up and he rushed down the long hill as fast as his bare feet could carry him. To see such a unique creature in Japan would definitely be a shock, but he was too excited to take his time. S-Sir! Excuse me, sir! KING He had been wondering whom had called him to this place, specifically for how it had already looked in his eyes. Starved villagers, something he wasn't quite used to seeing, but then again- one would see nearly everything once they were apart of such an organization as he was. To be a samurai was quite an honor and all the same, it was quite dangerous. Holding the reigns to his steed, he continued to ride slowly through the place- waiting for someone to come to his side. Without much of an answer from the inhabitants, he had started to make up his mind on the matter seeing that he would return after riding the length of the small village. Though his idea of returning home would be vanquished the moment another would run down from the area nearby. Making his own brown eyes stare out curious at the boy that called to him. Taking in the features of the boy, he would notice that the other was a rare jewel to see in Japan, but he quickly shook it off- mistaking the other for that of a female due to his build. Yes? he spoke, not addressing the other with much more than that as he stopped his horse in its tracks, eyes on the other. Looking over the other, he stayed atop his horse, not wishing to get off unless their was good reason for it. For a moment he simply waited for the other's answer before speaking. Where you the one that sent the letter? he questioned, assuming that this other had. Otherwise he wouldn't have come to address him. PUNK The blonde's hands rested against his own thighs as he leaned against them, chest rising and falling slowly as he caught his breath from rushing down the hill so quickly. He was sure he would've tripped, though he figured his determination in getting there faster was what had made him have more grace than usual. Y-You are from the emperor's palace? He inquired, his blue eyes widened as he peered up at the large male on horseback. He breathed slowly and he straightened up his back before he bowed his head slowly. I-I am Kazuya Sai. He spoke gently. I'm the one who requested help from the emperor's palace three weeks ago. He spoke softly, his fingers folding together in front of his stomach. Welcome. I know this place isn't very welcoming or anything, but... He smiled weakly. What is your name, sir? He tilted his head slowly, motioning him to follow him up the hill to the teahouse. First, he'd introduce him to the place and let him get used to where he'd be staying over the course of the next few weeks, months... however long it took to rebuild and protect the village from the bandits. KING He eyed the other as he spoke, listening to the slight stutter of the other's words. Kin stayed where he was atop the horse, looking like a symbol of authority for the other- in truth he was. Yes... I was sent from the palace he stated firmly, otherwise he wouldn't be wearing the according armor and badge that suggested so. Though one would probably see his arm as something rare compared to the others, they did indeed have bloodshed on theirs, but not as heavily as his seemed to hold. Watching the boy bow to him, he seemed to show nothing that would incline someone to think he took this position for the power, anyone who did would of probably turned into a blood thirsty beast by now. Listening to the boy, he simply nodding, understand full well what the other was saying. He already knew of the way these people would greet, having not received a thing after coming here to rescue them- that was fine with him. He wasn't here for riches like some others here knew or fame, he was here to help something he had inherited from his parents when they had been alive years ago. My name is Kin, Sai... he spoke, simply going with the shorter name the last name in this case. It was simply how he liked to do things. Looking down at the other he started to guide his horse beside the other, not wishing to walk the small way up. Would you rather ride sai? he questioned the other, even if it wasn't very much it was still a bit off the feet- right? PUNK The blonde let out a happy sigh, utterly pleased that the palace had finally replied to his letter. He smiled up the other happily and he looked to the village, some of the villagers having come out of their homes to peer silently at the powerful man on horseback. The blonde looked up to the male and he giggled. You'll get the chance to meet the villagers and everyone later. He murmured. The other kabuki are busy dancing and practicing, so the teahouse is basically empty for now. He informed, motioning to the large establishment atop the hill. Not even the gods would understand why someone would build something so beautiful and enchanting atop a hill that was next to a desolate, dilapidated village like the one beside them. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kin. His voice was soft, almost angelic in a sense. It only matched the angelic appearance of the young male. He blinked and looked at the horse briefly, shuddering and shaking his head. Iie, but thank you. I've always been terrified of horses and riding on them. He admitted, a weak smile on his face. Come on. He motioned him to follow as he moved up the steep hill, seeming to be used to traversing the high incline. It didn't take them long to arrive at the teahouse and Sai lead Kin to a place where he could tie his horse. Afterward, the blonde moved up the steps and opened up the door to a beautiful and well-furnished inside of the teahouse. I'm sure you're quite hungry after such a long travel, Kin-sama... would you like anything to eat first? KING His eyes traveled from the one beside him to the creeping villagers, no change in his solemn expression as he took it in. Maybe they had been scared that this had been yet another bandit to steal from them? He wasn't frankly sure, but he surely wouldn't press them for anything at their time of need. Listening to the words of the other, he slowly took in their meanings- eyes sharp as he made sure no one here seemed to show ill will towards he or the boy for his arrival, that and to make sure that they wouldn't suddenly be attacked due to him. After all, competition was something others saw from anyone- even someone who was to protect others. Turning his eyes to the kabuki house, he had come to wonder why the place had been built beside this village, but easily shook it off eyes going back to the boy by his side. Once again the boy beside him spoke, speaking with a high code of etiquette to him. Something he quite enjoyed, even though sometimes it simply wasn't needed. Eying the boy as he spoke about his proposition- he simply let a small smile come to his lips. Alright then... its not much of a walk... he said, admitting that he was just trying to be nice to the boy. Though he hadn't really thought that another would fear transportation. Following the boy, he did according to what the other showed him- putting his horse down for a rest. Patting the strong steed's side before leaving it with a soft smile on his lips. Ah yes, that horse stayed by him through thick and thin he was glad for some loyalty. Especially on the battlefield. Staying beside the other, he followed him until they came to a new room- his eyes resting on the place around him as the other questioned if he was hungry. Whatever you give me Sai he spoke to the other, not the pickiest man in the world. Food was food, no matter what it was- right? PUNK He was thankful that the man had offered to give him a ride up to the teahouse, but Sai was not one that did well with horses. An accident during his childhood had made the boy break his arm and he had been terrified of horses ever since. He hummed softly as he moved into the kitchen and bowed his head to the dining table where there were several cushions surrounding it in a neat formation. Take a seat then, Kin-sama. He smiled and hummed softly as he moved to the fire to stir the food inside. It was hard to tell what the blonde was cooking when Kin had shown up, but it sure-as-hell smelled delicious. He soon dipped a spoon inside and tasted the food before ladling out a helping for himself and the other male. He made sure to add a bit more to Kin's own helping since he figured the other was very hungry from his long travel. He moved over to the samurai and bent down gently beside him, setting the food in front of him. It was a stew of sorts with meats and vegetables in it that looked absolutely scrumptious. Eat up, Kin-sama. He sipped his own stew and smiled, pushing a pair of chopsticks closer to the older man so he could eat. KING There wasn't much more that he samurai could do, simply follow the other around. He didn't know this place though he hoped to at least know his way around in due time. Watching the other he nodded to the kabuki as he went off. Taking a seat at the table, he seemed to simply take in the place around him- eyes traveling over the intricate designs that lay in the area around him. Resting where he was, he had left his hands in his lap, finally allowing them to rest. The same would go for his body he imagined sometime soon, to rest and to relieve himself of his armor. But for now he'd wear it, ever ready for whenever the challenge arose that would need this protection. His eyes went to the male as he gave forth the bowl to him, the other taking a seat seconds later with his own bowl. The scent of the stew had come full force the moment the other had entered the room, but Kin held his composure- not wishing to show how hungry he had become over time. He watched the other as he started to sip, his fingers taking the chopsticks that the other provided so he could start eating the delicacy the other gave to him. After the first few bites his solemn expression had melted away to a soft yet happy one. Ah a meal was a nice thing to have and to have something taste this good was a delicacy to him. After all, he didn't get to eat very good depending on where he was stationed at times. He would surely compliment the other, but he imagined the other would notice the smile that crept to his lips at one point or another. PUNK Sai held the chopsticks firmly in his hand and brought the pieces of meat and the various vegetables to his lips every so often, taking a bite of it and licking his lips afterward. He sipped on the broth here and there and his blue eyes couldn't help but wander over and try to gauge the man's reaction to his food. He was pleased to find that the other was smiling and had a look of bliss on his face. That was good enough for him. He giggled gently and shook his head, eating the food and then setting the bowl down. He rose up onto his feet and moved over to the pantry to bring out a bottle of sweet sake, bringing it over to the newcomer and setting it down. I don't know if you like sake or not, but it's a treat when you have it every so often. He spoke, pouring a cup for himself and one for the older man as well. So, Kin-sama... He spoke gently, tilting his head. How long have you been a samurai? He questioned curiously, lifting the cup to his lips to sip the sake slowly. KING Ah yes, he appreciated good food rather easily. Not much of a critic when it came to that sort of thing, not like he had the time with his job. Turning to eye the other, he listened to the younger boy's question. Over ten years.. he stated simply, eyes turning to look at the sake. He wasn't much of a drink and admittedly had a taste of salty things more than that for sweets, so it would be understandable that the samurai didn't exactly like sake. Kin would drink it for the other's sake though as he plopped another vegetable into his mouth, a few noodles following suit after a moment. How long have you done kabuki? he questioned back to the boy as he picked up the sake, taking in a whiff of its scent. His nose scrunched up some, but the samurai tried his best not to show it to the boy entirely. After a moment of sloshing the liquid in his cup back and forth he took a sip, tasting the sweet liquid. He could have possibly come to like the fluid, but hadn't even tried to adjust his taste buds for such a thing. Glancing over at the boy, he kept the smile on his lips- going back to his stew bowl without much question or hesitation. PUNK The sake was a bit different, perhaps a variety of their own that was much sweeter than normal sake. The blonde hummed softly as he took a piece of shrimp between his chopsticks, popping it into his mouth and licking his lips slowly. Ten years? He blinked, lifting ihs brows in amazement. How old are you, Kin-sama? He giggled, tilting his head. He could only guess how old he was, but he wouldn't speak it openly without the other telling him first. Me? I started learning when I was six. I'm almost twenty now, so... He smiled softly. Fourteen years of training, dancing, singing, and playing music. He replied, taking a bite of the carrots he had put in the stew, licking his lips hungrily. KING He watched the other, listening to him when he answered his question, seemingly waiting for the other to stop talking so he could answer. I'm over 30... he said gruffly not stating his exact age, age hadn't been one of the things he was very involved with. He tended to forget when it came to the times that he was alive for, so it was understandable when he seemed to give an estimate rather than the real answer. You've been taught to be this your whole life... he said after a brief pause and another sip of sake. After that he started back on his blowing on it for a moment before picking the bowl up to drink from. This was better than the sake in his opinion. PUNK The blonde sipped his own sake, preferring the sweet taste over any drink any day. Sai was no alcoholic, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't take a drink to relieve the ache in his body after a long day of practicing. You don't look over 30. He tilted his head, but smiled afterward. Well, almost my whole life... He rubbed at the rim of the cup and he shrugged. I came here when I was six. My family was killed and I managed to escape. Luckily I was a stowaway in a caravan and they stopped here. The mistress found me and... well... He laughed. I guess that's the story. He grinned brightly. And what of yourself? What's your story? He questioned. I mean... what made you want to become a samurai in the first place? KING He listened to the bowl, eyes on him as he sipped his stew now. Neglecting to use his chopsticks now when it came to any vegetables or whatever else was floating in it. It wasn't so bad, he could just swallow it, no matter what size it was- right? His brown eyes rested on the other as he spoke on, hearing whatever the boy had to say about himself. It was nice to know about others when it came to his work, he wasn't able to have an interest in others considering what he was. So this was a nice change. Taking the bow from his lips, he eyed the other- licking his lips a bit. My story is like many others.. he stated simply, not going into it as he took another sip of the stew. Gulping it down after a second's pause while thinking. I became a samurai because I saw it was something to do... he spoke simply, not wanting to get into it really. After all he had no family, lost his parents and any siblings in the previous war while being saved by one of the samurai's to the emperor. That had been his reason to become one, to protect others from his fate. PUNK He listened to the bowl, eyes on him as he sipped his stew now. Neglecting to use his chopsticks now when it came to any vegetables or whatever else was floating in it. It wasn't so bad, he could just swallow it, no matter what size it was- right? His brown eyes rested on the other as he spoke on, hearing whatever the boy had to say about himself. It was nice to know about others when it came to his work, he wasn't able to have an interest in others considering what he was. So this was a nice change. Taking the bow from his lips, he eyed the other- licking his lips a bit. My story is like many others.. he stated simply, not going into it as he took another sip of the stew. Gulping it down after a second's pause while thinking. I became a samurai because I saw it was something to do... he spoke simply, not wanting to get into it really. After all he had no family, lost his parents and any siblings in the previous war while being saved by one of the samurai's to the emperor. That had been his reason to become one, to protect others from his fate.quote Ahh. He wasn't disappointed with the samurai's story. It was a typical story for most warriors of the day. Not many had a superb reason for wanting to protect people. Sai admired the quality of protection in the samurai. He mistrusted many, but he was doing his best to seem as hospitable and happy as possible. Inside, Sai was still fearful of samurai and even Kin who sat across from him. The samurai had killed his parents at a young age and he held a deep distrust and dislike for them ever since. However, he knew he had to suck his pride up and request the help of one of the men to come take care of the abndits. These people weren't fighters, and they sure as hell didn't have enough courage to stand up to the bandits. I'll let you see the village after you get done eating, if you like, Kin-sama. He offered, sipping his sake and smiling. I'm sure you need to know your surroundings and what you'll be protecting to protect is adequately. KING He didn't have much reason to pry into the other's life as the same to the boy, but he'd tell him some later. Not so willingly now on the first day that he came to protect the other, not the sort of man to trust many so quickly. After all, trust in this life could get you killed if you weren't cautious enough. Hearing the other's words after his very sort and brief answer, he couldn't blame the boy- he wasn't getting anything out of him, while he had learned a lot about the kabuki boy that he had just called Sai. Alright Sai he spoke, sipping the end of the stew before placing the bowl down slowly. You cook very well he spoke after a moment, licking his lips in case he missed anything. He wouldn't touch the rest of his sake, simply not wishing to taste sweet now. The boy could have it if he wanted. Yes... he said solemnly, the expression he held when riding in on his face. He would try to create a boarder for these people that he could identify with and the bandits would soon know never to cross. PUNK Thank you, Kin-sama. It's a little bit of a requirement when you have to be a kabuki. Not only do you have to entertain, but you have to take care of yourself as well. He laughed gently and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He finished off his own stew and his sake before rising up onto his feet and smoothing out the wrinkles of his yukata. C'mon, Kin-sama. He smiled softly. He was thankful for hte man before him, knowing that this man was the potential saviour of the entire village. He could take out the bandits that were attacking them with ease. While the bandits were violent and had more skill than the villagers did, a skilled and seasoned samurai would find it a cakewalk to take care of them. He moved to the door and then motioned Kin to follow, moving down the long steps and the steep incline.