Jiao Long did not expect that cursing at his ancestors would end up with him being sent to a different world, being sold, being kidnapped... He would call this an experience of a life time if he weren't always on the edge of life. Furthermore, a co...
As JiaoLong burst from the water he found footing against what felt like a ceramic ground. He gasped in air and wiped the droplets from his face. He angrily punched at the water as he cursed.
"Fuck... I'm back? Dear ancestors you will give me internal trauma like this! Fuck!"He repeatedly bashed at the water before he decided to calm a little and take in his surroundings. Firstly he took in his body, his limbs were a little longer and his hair had reversed to the state of being a nightmarish long mess. He then looked around and saw that he was indoors. He looked up and saw what looked like a cave's ceiling. Indoor swimming pool? How very futuristic JiaoLong scoffed.
How many years have passed he then wondered. He stopped moving so that the clear water wouldn't ripple. He glanced down and saw a boy in his late teens. Aw what the hell... why's my face so pretty!? He groped at his soft milky white cheeks, brushed his straight eyebrows and ran his finger along his nose. He sighed and wondered why he didn't have one of those super masculine bad ass bodies. He waddled to the edge of the pool and climbed out. Oh right he was naked. He glanced around to find something for coverage and saw a long, white robe. Slipping that on to his still wet body he made his way towards the only exit he could see.
Slowly he made his way there, it was day time because as he stepped out of the cave his hands raised on reflex to block the blinding light.
The two bandits whose only job was to guard the entrance to the spirit pool were chatting leisurely, talking about taking in wives and comparing wines when a confused youth stumbled out from behind them. They saw brown eyes on an elegant face, a lean body and hair of the most peculiar colour. They stared at the youth who shielded his eyes from the afternoon glare of the sun for a while before they aimed their sword and axe at him.
When JiaoLong's eyes focused, he saw two murderous weapons aimed at him. He immediately jumped into a side ways position in where one arm and leg were suspended in the air. WTF?
"INTRUDER! THERE'S BEEN AN INTRUSION INTO THE SPIRIT PONDS, CALL THE LORD!" And with that they seized the even more confused JiaoLong and dragged him away.
Minutes later JiaoLong was thrown inside a tent where his lovely face greeted the dirt. He sat up with a pei, spat at the ground and glared at this 'Lord' who was the cause of him being man-handled. Sat in front of him was a buff man of his thirties, stubble ran along his lower face, scars criss cross at any visible skin and he had long black dreadlocks hanging down to his waist. With his head propped on a raised fist, he finally spoke.
"Ay, what a pretty little thing we have here, broke into the spirit pool did we? Tell me boy... or girl, actually no." He glanced down at JiaoLong before continuing "boy, how did you get past my skilled bandit brothers?"
JiaoLong scrunched up his face in disbelief, girl? A girl? My junior is practically on show through this 'convenient white robe that was in the cave'. He cursed at his cruel ancestors and due to his relentless daydreaming he hadn't heard the question therefore remained silent.
"Ah, you one of those lovelies who are stubborn to the end? tell me child how'd you get in there or I'll pass you around my brothers to play with until you become a rag doll."
"I'm a man! For gods sake you think I want to be here? If I could I'd rather be at home, in bed, a mug of coffee in hand whilst watching TV." The Lord scrunched up his eyes because he didn't understand half the words.
"So you don't know how you got past my brothers?"
"Nope."
"...Let's have you played with then."
"Hey wai...!"
"Call for our youngest brother! His services are needed today." He bellowed as he sat further back in his chair and chuckled to him self.
JiaoLong "wh...youngest? Services? I don't think that's necessary, uh a child shouldn't be involved in adult business, and um... can we talk civilly? just with our mouths?"
"Oh pretty little thing I could put your mouth to good use." The lord mumbled. He then looked at how peculiar this youth looked and thought seriously for a second about taking him to his private quarters when the tent flapped open and in strode the little brother.
"Elder brother you ca..."
JiaoLong tensed up at the sound of this new persons voice, He shivered at at the familiarity of the presence too, however, being the coward he was, he refused to turn.
All these years MinZhe had trained relentlessly among the bandits after lowering himself to beg them to take him in. He ate, he slept and he trained. His only motivation being the whispers he heard five years ago, the whispers that he kept close to heart and dreamt of every night. And deep down praying for the return of the one person he had felt attached to. Since then he had become stronger, respected but also his heart had hardened around the edges. To earn his keep he was in charge of questioning suspicious people with all methods imaginable to get the desired answer. He had seen the lowest of low in people, the pride some refused to let go, the cheapness of their 'honours', the incredible speed in which they were willing to sell out their 'friends'. All these had made JiaoLong's presence shine with an honest glow, a glow which he hid in the depth of his heart.
And now, on the floor in front of him, shivering and hair draped across his back almost completely see through was JiaoLong. In all his life he had not known or heard of a single person with hair as red as his and still after all these years, that aura of innocence and purity remained around him. In MinZhe's eyes he glowed like a saviour. His hands trembled as did his heart.
MinZhe "I'll be back." he said to the lord before bending down grabbing JiaoLong from the back and using the light step technique, disappeared with a breath.
The lord watched all this unfold as he raised his brows in interest. His little brother knew the stranger, that was no secret, not when MinZhe watched the stranger with such intense emotion in his eyes. Even a wild possessiveness was aflame in his eyes. The lord grinned as he thought, My little brothers slumbering beast is awakening...hehehe...
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A/N- Here's our 15 Yr old MZ, don't worry,he's still in the process of becoming a very, very nosebleed-able Gong... ahhaha just with his older appearance in mind I flush. And at the top is our dear shou emerging from the water. dripping.wet.
