12-28-2006, 08:54 PM
Then he remembered that he ran away from home BECAUSE his mother beat him, and decided that Meiloyn was better because she didn't beat Jaku up. Yet, at least.
Then he turned to Meiloyn and said, "I have no home to turn to, Meiloyn-sama. I ran away from my family. They all hate me except for my father, and my mother beats me, and my father can't do anything about it."
"How sad." Meiloyn said, "You never knew a kind family. But that doesn't mean I'll provide you a place to stay here. I'm not a family."
"Please?" Jaku said, and adopted a puppy-eyed look.
"Puppy eyes don't work on me. There is a kind of demon out there that looks like the most adorable thing you have ever seen, but is really a vicious man-eater. I fought a few before."
"I'll try not to get in your way!" Jaku promised.
"Oh, all right. You can stay here for as long as it takes to restore you back to a healthy weight (I swear, your bones are like twigs), but don't expect me to treat you kindly."
"Yes."
"Don't get in my way, as you promised."
"Yes."
"Don't interrupt me if I have a meeting with other daimyo in this room."
"Yes."
"Do not bother any of the daimyo or the samurai."
"Yes."
"Try to keep a clean, neat appearance."
"Yes."
"Mind your manners."
"Yes."
"Don't complain about anything."
"Yes."
"Remember to take off your shoes as you enter."
"Yes."
"You break something, you pay for it."
"Yes."
"Do anything to piss me off and you'll be torn in half faster than you can say, 'Yes'."
"Y-yes."
"Okay then, you're in! Let me go and tell the maids to prepare you a room. Follow me."
Jaku followed silently. He didn't want to be stripped of his privilege to live in Meiloyn's castle simply because he was too noisy.
Meiloyn found the nearest maid and gave her instructions to prepare a bedroom. "Also, you might want to get a smaller futon size. This kid is really small."
Jaku was starting to get annoyed with Meiloyn calling him "kid", "boy", and "baby". Meiloyn appeared to be only a few years older than he was. 16? That's not a difference big enough to be treating him like that.
"Meiloyn-sama, how old are you?" He asked. "I'm just curious."
"1552 years old. For every short human year, a demon lives 50 real years, biologically. Humans grow really fast."
"Wow. How long have you been the daimyo?"
"About a century. I became the daimyo after my father died. Demons make good daimyo because they live so long. I don't think there's a human left who remembers my swear of allegiance to the shogun's dynasty."
"What do you do with all that life?"
"I don't know. Living a long life is so natural to me that I can't answer the question. A fly may wonder the same thing about you. If a fly asked you the question, would you be able to answer it?"
Jaku thought about what Meiloyn said.
Eventually, they entered a room prepared by a maid. It was rather simple for being in a castle, but it looked luxturious to Jaku nonetheless. Meiloyn said to Jaku, "Sleep. I have evening work to do. I will see you in the morning, if I don't get in a bad mood and kill you."
She's always in a bad mood, Jaku thought and got into the futon. It was more comfortable than anything he had ever slept in. The bedding was well-made and filled, the pillow was soft (his own at home was hard as rocks), and the blanket was warm and cozy, being made with soft fur underneath, and on the top made with silken fabric and embroidered with intricate patterns of flowers and calligraphic kanji that he was never taught to read. The futon he slept in at home could never be this comfortable, and there was no such thing as silk. He drifted off to sleep quickly.
~*~
"Hey! Wake up, boy! The sun has already passed your window!" shouted a low female voice with a slight growl to his voice. This wasn't Jaku's mother. His mother would literally throw him out of the bed.
Jaku woke up immediately, and Meiloyn stepped into the room to open the shoji screen window.
~*~ ~*~
And that's it for now.
Then he turned to Meiloyn and said, "I have no home to turn to, Meiloyn-sama. I ran away from my family. They all hate me except for my father, and my mother beats me, and my father can't do anything about it."
"How sad." Meiloyn said, "You never knew a kind family. But that doesn't mean I'll provide you a place to stay here. I'm not a family."
"Please?" Jaku said, and adopted a puppy-eyed look.
"Puppy eyes don't work on me. There is a kind of demon out there that looks like the most adorable thing you have ever seen, but is really a vicious man-eater. I fought a few before."
"I'll try not to get in your way!" Jaku promised.
"Oh, all right. You can stay here for as long as it takes to restore you back to a healthy weight (I swear, your bones are like twigs), but don't expect me to treat you kindly."
"Yes."
"Don't get in my way, as you promised."
"Yes."
"Don't interrupt me if I have a meeting with other daimyo in this room."
"Yes."
"Do not bother any of the daimyo or the samurai."
"Yes."
"Try to keep a clean, neat appearance."
"Yes."
"Mind your manners."
"Yes."
"Don't complain about anything."
"Yes."
"Remember to take off your shoes as you enter."
"Yes."
"You break something, you pay for it."
"Yes."
"Do anything to piss me off and you'll be torn in half faster than you can say, 'Yes'."
"Y-yes."
"Okay then, you're in! Let me go and tell the maids to prepare you a room. Follow me."
Jaku followed silently. He didn't want to be stripped of his privilege to live in Meiloyn's castle simply because he was too noisy.
Meiloyn found the nearest maid and gave her instructions to prepare a bedroom. "Also, you might want to get a smaller futon size. This kid is really small."
Jaku was starting to get annoyed with Meiloyn calling him "kid", "boy", and "baby". Meiloyn appeared to be only a few years older than he was. 16? That's not a difference big enough to be treating him like that.
"Meiloyn-sama, how old are you?" He asked. "I'm just curious."
"1552 years old. For every short human year, a demon lives 50 real years, biologically. Humans grow really fast."
"Wow. How long have you been the daimyo?"
"About a century. I became the daimyo after my father died. Demons make good daimyo because they live so long. I don't think there's a human left who remembers my swear of allegiance to the shogun's dynasty."
"What do you do with all that life?"
"I don't know. Living a long life is so natural to me that I can't answer the question. A fly may wonder the same thing about you. If a fly asked you the question, would you be able to answer it?"
Jaku thought about what Meiloyn said.
Eventually, they entered a room prepared by a maid. It was rather simple for being in a castle, but it looked luxturious to Jaku nonetheless. Meiloyn said to Jaku, "Sleep. I have evening work to do. I will see you in the morning, if I don't get in a bad mood and kill you."
She's always in a bad mood, Jaku thought and got into the futon. It was more comfortable than anything he had ever slept in. The bedding was well-made and filled, the pillow was soft (his own at home was hard as rocks), and the blanket was warm and cozy, being made with soft fur underneath, and on the top made with silken fabric and embroidered with intricate patterns of flowers and calligraphic kanji that he was never taught to read. The futon he slept in at home could never be this comfortable, and there was no such thing as silk. He drifted off to sleep quickly.
~*~
"Hey! Wake up, boy! The sun has already passed your window!" shouted a low female voice with a slight growl to his voice. This wasn't Jaku's mother. His mother would literally throw him out of the bed.
Jaku woke up immediately, and Meiloyn stepped into the room to open the shoji screen window.
~*~ ~*~
And that's it for now.

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