Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Fuji Shuusuke, Fuji Shuusuke & Kise Ryouta Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Prince of Tennis Major Tags: abuse Other Tags: castration, slavery Square: Eunuch Word Count: 554
Emperor-slave AU
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As a relatively new slave in Akashi's court, Fuji is at the very bottom of the ladder when it comes to work assignments. As one who has earned at least some favor from the emperor, he's spared the worst of the manual labor, but he still finds himself assigned to scrubbing the baths more days than not.
In the grand scheme of things, he considers that it's really not such bad work. The baths are nearly empty midday, with the morning crowd already gone, the evening crowd not yet arrived, and the residential areas of the palace as a whole relatively quiet as everyone goes about their day. He doesn't mind the solitude; it gives him plenty of time to think and plan. Someday, he'll want to move into a more active area where he can overhear more gossip, but he's new enough now that even just the information he picks up on his own is enough to keep him occupied. And if he wants more, he just needs to find an excuse to be in the baths during one of the rushes. He's found that delivering an extra load of clean towels or scented oils is always a good excuse.
Today, the baths are completely empty. He ties back his sleeves and starts scrubbing the tile floor, letting his mind wander as he works his way from one corner of the large room to the other. He's made it all the way to the doorway of the room holding the smaller pool before he realizes he's not alone. There's another slave standing in the doorway; he must have been soaking when Fuji came in, and somehow passed under Fuji's radar. One glance at the slave's numerous piercings tell Fuji that he's a pleasure slave, and one heavily favored by the emperor.
"Careful, the floor is wet," Fuji says, his eyes downcast in front of someone who so clearly outranks him.
"Don't let him fool you," the slave says bitterly.
Fuji's eyes dart up in surprise at the acid in his tone; he doesn't have to ask who the slave means. He picks up on things in his second glance that he missed on the first. A couple of the studs forming a necklace along the slave's collarbone have rejected and not been replaced, leaving raised scars in their place. Kneeling on the floor as he is, it's hard not to notice the other slave's many genital piercings either, or the ones that are missing from the pattern, and from there, he sees what else is missing as well.
He averts his gaze again quickly.
"I was the emperor's favorite once," the slave says, and Fuji is finally able to match a name to the person in front of him. Kise Ryouta, one of the early members of Akashi's inner circle. "He promised me eternal beauty and favor, and I was stupid enough to believe him. Now look at where I am. He didn't even pause for a second before he discarded me in favor of Kuroko, so I'm warning you. Don't trust a word that comes from his mouth. It's all poison and lies, even if it tastes like honey."
"Thank you," Fuji says, keeping his eyes down. "I'll remember." It's nothing he doesn't already know, but he makes note of it nonetheless.
FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, A1, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: abuse
Other Tags: castration, slavery
Square: Eunuch
Word Count: 554
Emperor-slave AU
***
As a relatively new slave in Akashi's court, Fuji is at the very bottom of the ladder when it comes to work assignments. As one who has earned at least some favor from the emperor, he's spared the worst of the manual labor, but he still finds himself assigned to scrubbing the baths more days than not.
In the grand scheme of things, he considers that it's really not such bad work. The baths are nearly empty midday, with the morning crowd already gone, the evening crowd not yet arrived, and the residential areas of the palace as a whole relatively quiet as everyone goes about their day. He doesn't mind the solitude; it gives him plenty of time to think and plan. Someday, he'll want to move into a more active area where he can overhear more gossip, but he's new enough now that even just the information he picks up on his own is enough to keep him occupied. And if he wants more, he just needs to find an excuse to be in the baths during one of the rushes. He's found that delivering an extra load of clean towels or scented oils is always a good excuse.
Today, the baths are completely empty. He ties back his sleeves and starts scrubbing the tile floor, letting his mind wander as he works his way from one corner of the large room to the other. He's made it all the way to the doorway of the room holding the smaller pool before he realizes he's not alone. There's another slave standing in the doorway; he must have been soaking when Fuji came in, and somehow passed under Fuji's radar. One glance at the slave's numerous piercings tell Fuji that he's a pleasure slave, and one heavily favored by the emperor.
"Careful, the floor is wet," Fuji says, his eyes downcast in front of someone who so clearly outranks him.
"Don't let him fool you," the slave says bitterly.
Fuji's eyes dart up in surprise at the acid in his tone; he doesn't have to ask who the slave means. He picks up on things in his second glance that he missed on the first. A couple of the studs forming a necklace along the slave's collarbone have rejected and not been replaced, leaving raised scars in their place. Kneeling on the floor as he is, it's hard not to notice the other slave's many genital piercings either, or the ones that are missing from the pattern, and from there, he sees what else is missing as well.
He averts his gaze again quickly.
"I was the emperor's favorite once," the slave says, and Fuji is finally able to match a name to the person in front of him. Kise Ryouta, one of the early members of Akashi's inner circle. "He promised me eternal beauty and favor, and I was stupid enough to believe him. Now look at where I am. He didn't even pause for a second before he discarded me in favor of Kuroko, so I'm warning you. Don't trust a word that comes from his mouth. It's all poison and lies, even if it tastes like honey."
"Thank you," Fuji says, keeping his eyes down. "I'll remember." It's nothing he doesn't already know, but he makes note of it nonetheless.