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Bingo Spam #3 3/5
Title: Juice
Prompt: Wine/Alcohol
Rating: G
Content Note/Warnings: NaNo universe.
“C’mon Beebee.”
Ryuusuke clung to the hand of his brother – or perhaps his other half – and stumbled after him. His vision had in the last few weeks, finally disappeared after years of failing thanks to a poisoning.
He knew the way around the harem without help. He could even find his way around the garden without clinging to Riku, but this wasn’t any place he remembered. He’d become lost after the third unfamiliar turn.
“Kuku, where are we going?” He asked, keeping his voice a harsh whisper, just like Riku had done.
They made another turn and Ryuusuke tried to count the steps they made before they came to a door that creaked on its hinges. None of the doors in the harem creaked. Where had Kuku brought him this time?
Not that Ryuusuke minded their ramblings through the Royal Complex. It let him practice counting steps between doors and turns, as well as added to the map he could almost see in his head. Ulf said that those skills would serve him well when he went back to the Inner Sanctuaries with his grandfather, and when he stepped onto the practice field with a sword.
There’d been other words, but Ryuusuke had tuned them out. At seven, the only thing he cared about was wielding a sword and making his grandfather proud – he would one day be the Oshiro, after all!
“Here!” Riku’s excited voice made Ryuusuke jump. “Smell.”
Ryuusuke always felt ridiculous trying to guess where they were by smell. But, he was coming to learn that it was possible. Kisa, one of the concubine, always had incense burning her room, making it smell different than Mimi’s (she was the Royal Head Concubine, and practically the only mother Ryuusuke had ever known).
So, he took a deep breath in through his nose. He smelled sour grain and spoiled grapes. It made him sneeze. It smelled like those drinks on the table at the fancy dinners that they sometimes had to go to. Ulf and Mimi always said they couldn’t have the drinks until they were older.
Having smelled them, Ryuusuke wasn’t sure he wanted to be older.
“It stinks, like that stuff the grownups drink.” He wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Why’re we here?”
He didn’t have to see to know Riku was probably grinning. “Kisa said we could have our favorite juice if we could find it. She said she hid it in here.”
Ryuusuke frowned. Why would Kisa – second only to Mimi in the Harem – hide their favorite berry juice in here? That didn’t make any sense. “Kuku, are you sure that she said in here?” He asked, hands reaching and finding Riku’s arm. “She’s never hidden them in here before.”
Normally, the juice was hidden somewhere in the kitchen for them to find. The cook was in on it and she always hid some of their favorite treats with it.
“Uhhuh. Now try sniffing it out.”
Well, Riku wouldn’t lie to him, and Kisa wouldn’t lie to Riku… so the juice must be in here somewhere.
Carefully, he began walking around the room, his hands trailing over the barrels and crates along the edges of the room. When they couldn’t find anything outside the crates and barrels, they started looking in them. The barrels gave them far more trouble, until Riku figured out how to work the weird spigots on them.
Finally, the faintest whiff of the berries that were made into the juice caught his attention. “That one!” Ryuusuke said, excitedly. They’d been in here forever and he was hot and really thirsty.
“You sure?”
Ryuusuke turned toward Riku’s voice. “’Course I am. My nose is better than yours, right? I can smell the juice.”
“Oh yeah! Great!”
A scrape of wood over the floor, then the soft splash of liquid in a cup accompanied Riku’s excitement. Then he was back, pressing a cup into Ryuusuke’s hand. “Here. See, I told you Kisa said it was in here.”
Ryuusuke grinned and began drinking down the juice.
It wasn’t until the third cup, when his stomach started roiling that he almost admitted that he might have been wrong.
Prompt: Wine/Alcohol
Rating: G
Content Note/Warnings: NaNo universe.
“C’mon Beebee.”
Ryuusuke clung to the hand of his brother – or perhaps his other half – and stumbled after him. His vision had in the last few weeks, finally disappeared after years of failing thanks to a poisoning.
He knew the way around the harem without help. He could even find his way around the garden without clinging to Riku, but this wasn’t any place he remembered. He’d become lost after the third unfamiliar turn.
“Kuku, where are we going?” He asked, keeping his voice a harsh whisper, just like Riku had done.
They made another turn and Ryuusuke tried to count the steps they made before they came to a door that creaked on its hinges. None of the doors in the harem creaked. Where had Kuku brought him this time?
Not that Ryuusuke minded their ramblings through the Royal Complex. It let him practice counting steps between doors and turns, as well as added to the map he could almost see in his head. Ulf said that those skills would serve him well when he went back to the Inner Sanctuaries with his grandfather, and when he stepped onto the practice field with a sword.
There’d been other words, but Ryuusuke had tuned them out. At seven, the only thing he cared about was wielding a sword and making his grandfather proud – he would one day be the Oshiro, after all!
“Here!” Riku’s excited voice made Ryuusuke jump. “Smell.”
Ryuusuke always felt ridiculous trying to guess where they were by smell. But, he was coming to learn that it was possible. Kisa, one of the concubine, always had incense burning her room, making it smell different than Mimi’s (she was the Royal Head Concubine, and practically the only mother Ryuusuke had ever known).
So, he took a deep breath in through his nose. He smelled sour grain and spoiled grapes. It made him sneeze. It smelled like those drinks on the table at the fancy dinners that they sometimes had to go to. Ulf and Mimi always said they couldn’t have the drinks until they were older.
Having smelled them, Ryuusuke wasn’t sure he wanted to be older.
“It stinks, like that stuff the grownups drink.” He wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Why’re we here?”
He didn’t have to see to know Riku was probably grinning. “Kisa said we could have our favorite juice if we could find it. She said she hid it in here.”
Ryuusuke frowned. Why would Kisa – second only to Mimi in the Harem – hide their favorite berry juice in here? That didn’t make any sense. “Kuku, are you sure that she said in here?” He asked, hands reaching and finding Riku’s arm. “She’s never hidden them in here before.”
Normally, the juice was hidden somewhere in the kitchen for them to find. The cook was in on it and she always hid some of their favorite treats with it.
“Uhhuh. Now try sniffing it out.”
Well, Riku wouldn’t lie to him, and Kisa wouldn’t lie to Riku… so the juice must be in here somewhere.
Carefully, he began walking around the room, his hands trailing over the barrels and crates along the edges of the room. When they couldn’t find anything outside the crates and barrels, they started looking in them. The barrels gave them far more trouble, until Riku figured out how to work the weird spigots on them.
Finally, the faintest whiff of the berries that were made into the juice caught his attention. “That one!” Ryuusuke said, excitedly. They’d been in here forever and he was hot and really thirsty.
“You sure?”
Ryuusuke turned toward Riku’s voice. “’Course I am. My nose is better than yours, right? I can smell the juice.”
“Oh yeah! Great!”
A scrape of wood over the floor, then the soft splash of liquid in a cup accompanied Riku’s excitement. Then he was back, pressing a cup into Ryuusuke’s hand. “Here. See, I told you Kisa said it was in here.”
Ryuusuke grinned and began drinking down the juice.
It wasn’t until the third cup, when his stomach started roiling that he almost admitted that he might have been wrong.