Thread of Fate *1x1 with Jikkah*

[DarkMudkip]

Things didn't seem to get any better from there. If he even tried to wear anything other than a furisode, the soldiers would just forcibly change him back. And then he began noticing Hideie starting to flirt with him; subtle things like playing with his hair or complimenting his looks that day.

 

[Jikkah]

Ren only withdrew further, his attempts to wear hakama finally ending after the third time of being stripped down and changed by various men. Ren set the tea tray down for Hideie, pouring the tea with shaking hands- which were still banadaged from loosing fingernails when with Mouri.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Have you been to the healer yet?" Hideie asked, "You might spill the tea if you keep shaking like that."

 

[Jikkah]

Ren bit his lip, saying nothing as he poured the tea and set down the kettle, turning to clean up the mess so he could leave as soon as possible.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"I know you can hear me." He said, watching him like a hawk, "Why haven't you gone to the healer?"

 

[Jikkah]

“My hands are fine.” Ren muttered bitterly, keeping his gaze down. “They just hurt.”

 

[DarkMudkip]

He scowled heavily as he took his tea, "Go to the healer of it grows too much."

 

[Jikkah]

“Not like you care anyway, I’m just a servin’ boy.” He muttered, keeping his gaze down.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Woman." He corrected dryly, "You will act as such."

 

[Jikkah]

“I ain’ta woman!” Ren snapped at Hideie, fists clenched tightly. “I ain’t!”

 

[DarkMudkip]

"You can't keep denying it. You werr born a woman so you will act like one!" He snapped.

 

[Jikkah]

Ren only spit on the floor, standing, then moving to the door to leave.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He grabbed Ren's wrist and threw him down, "Where do you think you're going?!"

 

[Jikkah]

Ren landed with a grunt, hitting the tea set and spilling the tea he had just poured. “Ya don’ need a servin’ boy to sit and watch you drink tea!”

 

[DarkMudkip]

"It's impolite for a woman to leave after serving tea!" He snapped.

 

[Jikkah]

Ren had enough, enough humiliation and fun-poking; grabbing the tea kettle, he threw it hard at Hideie. “I ain’ta lady you ass!!”

 

[DarkMudkip]

He ducked out of the way but just barely, moving and grabbing Ren to force her down, "I'll prove to you that you aren't a man."

 

[Jikkah]

Ren felt panic grip his ribs tight, and he struggled with Hideie, trying to shove him off, but he was much heavier than he was strong. “Get off! Don’ touch me!”

 

[DarkMudkip]

He pinned him down by his throat and started working on the obi, "Shut up and sit still."

 

[Jikkah]

Ren’s eyes widened in horror and he let out a scream on instinct, swinging out and slamming his fist hard against the mans temple.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He grunted and let go of him, head spinning from the punch, "You little bitch."

 

[Jikkah]

Ren took the chance to start wriggling out from under Hideie, doing his best to drag himself out from under him.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Oh no you don't." Hideie grabbed the obi and pulled, dragging him back over, "You aren't going anywhere."

 

[Jikkah]

Ren cried out as pain shot up his fingertips as they raked along the floor, but he swallowed down the pain, rolling over to take another swing at Hideie.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He grabbed his wrist and pinned his hands down, finally pulling the obi free and tossing it aside.