It's been awhile since I had this one out last but I decided I needed to get it going again (after I found it when I thought I lost it; turns out it was in an obscure folder I never open). Anywho lets see if it's worth anything this time and if not well it'll just go right back into it's dust covered folder until who knows when.

Now before we get started I need to put a warning out there. This fic contains adult/child innuendos along with some citrusy content between adult and child. However it pertains to master/slave child situations during an era which the age of a boy having sexual relations with an adult were considered okay especially when the child is a slave. I won't go into deep detail about an sex acts or anything and maybe not at all even when the boy reaches consenting age; but we'll see. This fic is less about the master/slave relationship and more about Misaki and the bet he made with Akihiko.

One last thing this will have a story (sorta) within the main story. And just to keep it straight the italicized text is the book Akihiko is working on and the regular text is the actual story.

So with all that said; hope you enjoy. Much love for you all. Keva

(Oh and p.s. for those of you following my Seducing Sesshoumaru fic the last chapter will be out by this weekend... I hope.)

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Mo – ancient skirt

Sokutai – old ceremonial court dress

Burausu – blouse

Moriyaku – nanny

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"My lord." The young woman bowed before the great general. "I have no money to pay you. All I have is my youngest son Misaki." She whispered as thick tears rolled down over her cheeks as she laid down the bundle before her in offering to the man.

Akihiko narrowed his deep blue eyes upon the woman. "A child will not provide food for my troops. A child will not keep clothes on our backs. A child will not cover your debt." He growled in a low deadly whisper.

The woman kept her head bowed. "My lord; my son is all I have left in this world." She sniffed sadly then stared at the general through her bangs. "Please my lord; I have nothing else to give."

Akihiko arched a brow as he stared at the woman in thought. "He is all you have you say. Very well I will take the child." He agreed with a glint to his deep blue eyes then waved his hand towards his guards. "Take her away."

Akihiko leaned back in his chair and smirked at the computer screen. This was a complete divergence from his normal high school romance for his boy's love novels. Normally he didn't like to step outside the norm but after the recent argument with Misaki about what he knew and what he didn't know he had no choice but to prove the boy wrong and write a different kind of BL novel.

Yes he would show him that was capable of stepping outside his box although it wasn't a very big step. He smirked to himself and went back to his typing.

Six Years Later…

Akihiko stared at the little green eyed boy standing before him. "Boy how old are you now?"

Misaki craned his neck to stare up at the large man. "Six summers." He smiled proudly at him.

"Six summers hmm…" he hummed thoughtfully. "and tell me in these six summers what have you learned?"

Misaki drew his brows in thought before answering. "That I am Misaki and my only purpose for living is to serve you."

"Very good." He nodded. "Now from this day forth you will no longer be under the care of your moriyaku." He turned and began walking down the hall of his castle. "Come boy."

Misaki quickly obeyed as he was taught to do and practically had to run to keep up with his master's long strides.

"As you are my property I will do with you as I see fit. You will obey me as a dog obeys its master." He entered his large bedroom with the small child right behind him and walked towards the far wall at the back of the room. "From this day forth this is where you will sleep." He pointed towards the small mat covered in furs.

Misaki looked from the mat to the giant bed a few feet away. "Hai my lord." He agreed as he was taught to do.

"Good." Akihiko smirked pleasantly.

"Also you are to follow me everywhere I go unless I say otherwise. You are not to speak to anyone but me unless I allow it. You are not to make eye contact with anyone for any reason lest you wish to be punished and when I order you away from me you are to come to this room and sit on your mat until I return." His deep blues stared down at the boy. "Should I leave for an extended amount of time you will come with me and if I am unable to take you I will put you in the care of moriyaku until my return. Do you understand?"

Misaki nodded his head. "Hai my lord. You are my world as I have been taught." He answered proudly.

"Good boy." He nodded approvingly with a ruffle to the boy's hair.

Misaki beamed up at him and the great compliment he had just given him. "Thank you my lord." He smiled hugely then followed him out of the room when he nodded and left.

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Misaki stared wide eyed at all the books scattered throughout the living room. "What on earth?" He questioned as he stepped gingerly over several stacks of books. "Usagi-san?" He called as he looked around the suite for his housemate.

"Ah; Misaki." Akihiko nodded as he walked down the stairs carrying another arm load of books.

"What is all this?" Misaki demanded as he stared at all the books and quickly noticed that they were all related to Feudal Japan in one form or another.

"Research." Akihiko nodded as he set the books down.

"Research?" He smirked. "I see." He nodded knowingly.

Akihiko stared at the boy with an unlit cigarette between his lips. "What do you see?"

Misaki stared at the man like he had lost his mind. "Reaching for a new spectrum are we?"

"Hai." The older man nodded as he sat down on the couch, lit his cigarette, and began flipping through a book.

"This is way outside your area of expertise." Misaki nodded as he flipped through the book of Feudal Era clothing. "You should stick to what you know." He nodded as he set the book down. "High school romances and modern world adventures."

Akihiko snorted; he was going to show the boy that he could and would write a novel that was nothing like what he normally wrote. Yes, he would be the victor in this war.

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Three Years Later…

Misaki sat on his mat patiently waiting as he was told to do by his perfect master. It seemed his lord was rather displeased about something and whatever that something was meant someone was going to pay with their life.

He looked up when his master entered the room and smiled brightly at him wanting to please him as much as possible; after all that was his sole purpose in this life. When his lord stopped in the middle of the room and stared at him, he crawled over to him on his hands and knees and bowed down at his feet. "My lord."

Akihiko stared hard at the boy before him waiting for him to say what he was taught to say and didn't have to wait long for it to come.

"I belong to none but you. My life is your life to serve as you so request it. What may this lowly servant do for you this hour?"

Akihiko's frown turned to a smirk as he stared down at his pet. "You have obeyed me well these many years." He reached down and pulled the boy to his feet. "Therefore beginning today you will become much more than just my servant."

Misaki stared up at his lord eyes wide and hopeful. "Hai master." He nodded not entirely sure of the meaning behind his master's words but whatever he meant he was more than willing to do it so long as it pleased his lord.

"Come let us lie together." Akihiko ordered as he led the boy to the bed in the middle of the room.

"My lord?" Misaki questioned nervously.

"Are you questioning my orders?" Akihiko demanded with a scowl at the boy.

"Iie," Misaki shook his head vigorously. "never my lord." He then threw himself prostate onto the floor into an obedient bow.

"Hmm…" Akihiko grunted. "For your disobedience you will suffer three lashes by my hand."

"Hai my lord." Misaki quickly agreed not moving from his spot.

"Very good; now rise and strip." Akihiko ordered as he walked over to the wall and plucked the whip from its hook.

Misaki dropped his sash to the floor and slowly yet nervously slipped his robe off his shoulders. A deep blush stained his cheeks when his lord turned to face him and stared at his naked body. So long he had been the servant of the great Akihiko-sama and in all that time never once had he been naked before the man.

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Akihiko stared at the computer screen not entirely sure he liked what he was reading. "Robe? Is that correct wording for that time period?" He suddenly smirked to himself as a devious thought crossed his mind. "Yes; that will do nicely."

He saved the file, shut down his computer, grabbed his coat, and quickly left the apartment. He needed to do some shopping then he would need a model to make sure that everything was in proper order; and he knew just the model he was going to use.

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"NANI?" Misaki bellowed as he stared at his roommate.

"Which one do you want to try first?" Akihiko questioned completely ignoring Misaki's outburst. "I believe the blue one would make your eyes stand out yet so would the purple one."

"I AM NOT TRYING THOSE ON!" Misaki again yelled at the older man who once again ignored him.

"Then again the red one would be really slimming on you as would the black one." He shook his head as he plucked the pile of clothes off the couch. "There's no help for it; you'll just have to try them all on." He nodded as he dumped the various women's kimono and yukata atop his lover.

"Hey!" Misaki protested as Akihiko shoved him towards the stairs. "I told you I am not doing this!"

Akihiko leaned down and whispered hotly in the boy's ear. "Oh you would rather I help you change?"

"EEEEYAAA!" Misaki panicked as he ran up the stairs as quickly as he could while trying to see over the mountain of clothing in his arms and not fall.

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Misaki blushed madly as he tentatively stepped out of the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs.

Akihiko stood at the bottom and stared up at the boy in the black yukata tied with a white sash holding his hand to his chin in thought. "It looks okay." He nodded. "You will try on the others he waved his hand dismissively then turned on his heel and made his way to the sofa.

The boy at the top of the stairs ground his teeth together as he mumbled several obscenities under his breath. "Stupid Usagi-san." He growled as he stormed back into his room.

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Misaki stood atop the stairs in the red kimono and prayed to any Kami that would listen that this would be the last one he had to try on. Every single one was a no and there was only one left after this one.

"No." Akihiko shook his head then walked away from the bottom of the stairs.

"Grrr…" The boy growled as he again for what seemed like the hundredth time stormed back into his room. "The last one." He sighed in relief that this mess would finally be over with.

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"No."

"NANI?" Misaki yelled from the top of the stairs. "This was the last one and I'm not trying them on again!"

Akihiko looked at the boy in the white kimono with pink sakura blossoms scattered along the sleeves and hem held together with a pink obi. "We will go shopping." He nodded and grabbed his coat off the back of the couch.

"Oh no you don't!" Misaki pointed a sharp finger at the man. "No more, this is the last one! I'm not a girl I'm a man and men don't wear women's kimono!"

"Perhaps a sokutai or a mo and some sort of burausu that looks to be of ancient times." He nodded to himself as he walked towards the door like the boy hadn't said a word. "Come we will shop."

"No way!" Misaki yelled before he stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Akihiko looked up at the closed bedroom door in thought for a long moment before he turned and left the apartment. He was going to find something that suited his needs for his book even if it killed him and it had to look good on Misaki which of course was the most important thing after all.

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"Usami-san" The shop keeper bowed deeply while trying to contain his excitement.

Akihiko bowed his head in return. "You are well informed with the clothes you keep; are you not?"

"Hai." The man nodded lips pulled ear to ear in a giant grin at seeing his favorite author to ever exist face to face. It was taking all he had not to throw himself to the floor and kiss the foot of the great Usami-sama.

"What would one wear as a slave boy to a lord during the Feudal Era?" He took a puff on his cigarette. "I was thinking of something in silver with a blue obi."

The man stared wide eyed at the author. "Excuse me sir but slave boys didn't wear women's kimono. Perhaps a yukata or haori and hakama." He nodded.

"You will show me." Akihiko nodded as he looked around the shop at all the clothing from the various eras of Japan.

"Right this way." The man motioned and led the author deeper into the store between the many racks of old clothing.