Once Opon a Sekai

The Beast, The Prince, The Pain

I have to say, this story doesn't belong to me at all.

I found it on a website that has good writers. And I couldn't help but share it.

Enjoy it, I'm just sharing someones written work that isn't mine. I forgot the other's username. Sorry. Well, here goes nothing. ^^ Plus, I will have a song on each chapter for this story. 

"KISA!"

Kisa winced hearing his name screamed from below. He kept his eyes closed and pulled his tattered blanket further over him, listening to the stomping of boots up the stairs. He didn't doubt that his master would be in a deplorable mood just like any other day, but a man can dream. A dense pounding on his door met his ears next.

"KISA!"

Kisa sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."

Kisa sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Images of the beautiful dream he was enjoying just prior to being disturbed danced through his head. Freedom from his hell, seeing truly beautiful things, the feeling of falling in love; all far and away things for Kisa that were, after all, just dreams. He stretched his arms high over his head causing the ripped and ragged shirt on his body to fall from his frame helplessly. He tossed his blanket aside and swung his legs over, apprehensively touching his feet to the chilled cement below. He looked towards his window, sunshine trying desperately to get through the curtains, and chuckled at the shadows of his familiar rodent friends waiting patiently just outside.

"KI. SA."

Kisa sighed, knowing he was best served to tend to the abhorrent man first. He turned, crossing the dank attic quickly, and unlocked the door. The lock was hardly unhinged when the door came flying open and Otoko stormed inside. Kisa backed away instinctively, but didn't get far enough quick enough, and Otoko still managed to snatch Kisa into a rough grip by his chin and pulled him in close.

"Why were you ignoring me?" he hissed down to him.

Kisa blenched beneath the firm grasp, groaning in pain as the man's finger and thumb punched his jaw roughly.

"I wasn't, it just took me a little longer to wake up," Kisa grumbled back.

Otoko leaned down and angrily and pressed his lips to Kisa's. "What do you think? Shall we get married today?"

Kisa grunted. "No thanks. I'd rather marry my mop."

Otoko scowled and chucked Kisa to the ground. "You don't have a mop. Everything you touch belongs to me, including yourself, don't forget that."

Kisa rubbed his chin, grateful he'd cleaned the floor before going to bed as the smell of bleach filled his nostrils. Otoko crouched down over him and looked down into his hazel eyes.

"But I will allow you to have a spousal level relationship with my cleaning supplies today. We're expecting a very important guest," Otoko sneered. "You see, the esteemed Prince Yoshiyuki and his council are coming by today. I've offered him what's left of your father's farmland in exchange for the deed to everything else he had in his possession when he died, including his spoiled, disobedient son." Kisa whimpered as Otoko spoke. "After today, you'll be mine forever."

Kisa's stomach turned as Otoko forced another kiss on him before standing up and making his way for the door.

"I want things spotless, my love," Otoko called as he left, slamming the door behind him.

Kisa curled into a ball on the floor as tears filled his eyes. The very idea of spending the rest of his life with Otoko made him want to kill himself. He thought on the idea very seriously. He would rather be dead. Soft chatters and scratches broke the sound of Kisa's crying. He craned his head and looked towards his window and the shadows of hours mouse friends were moving about wildly, begging to be let in. Kisa rolled to his stomach and slowly climbed to his feet. He trudged across the room, unlatched the window and pulled open the doors. The two mice to whom Kisa found himself attached after they began to visit him regularly to share his meager portions of cheese.