This is kinda the epiloge to 'Midnight Candy'. It's about the boy (Shiro) mentioned there and the doctor (Taro). Because this story also illuminate the bondage and abuse of a child (first part) and sexual contact and love between two guys (both parts) it's reading on your own responsibility! So far this will be the only short story with a bl-content.

Part 1

The sun went down behind the mountains and the cold light of the winter left with her. Rising with the darkness was a boy, hair and skin white as the snow outside of the building. A knock on the door disturbed the silence, “The master is requesting you, get ready!” So the boy put some of the icy water in his face and brushed his long hair. He changed out of the simple kimono he was wearing against the cold while sleeping and into a fancy womens kimono. The long hair went up into a bun, leaving his neck open. Then the boy left the small room and went upstairs to meet his master.

“What a lovely view! Come to me, the hunter told me a new way to wrap you up…” The boy followed this order without hesitation. In the middle of the room he stopped before a middle-aged man, plain in his appearance, only sparkling through his clothes and jewelry. "Good boy." The man said as he wrapped a rope around the boy’s small white neck. He tightened and knotted it before he started to wrap the rope around the boy. He fixed the wrists to the upper arms as far as possible through the clothes, returned to the middle of the chest into another knot and cut the rope there. "Lie down there, on your back." The boy turned around and knelt down on a thin futon in the corner of the small attic room. He then lay back, the head in the shadows so the man couldn't see his face. Weary the boy closed his eyes, waiting for whatever came his way. Slowly the man knelt down in front of him. He put his cold hands on the white leg, stroked up the kimono to the boy’s hip. Then he knotted another rope on the left ankle, looped it a few times around the left thigh and two times around the hip, balling the kimono into it. In the same manner the man fixed the other ankle on the other thigh as he brought the rope down from the now exposed hip.

"Master, the mistress is looking for you." A small voice of one of the house maids went through the door. The man clicked his tongue and got up. He took a deep breath and smoothed his clothes. Then he left the attic and told the maid "Clean this up!" on his way down the stairs.

"Wait for a moment darling, I'll get the hunter. I can't open these knots." The maid sighed as she knelt in front of the boy. "And I'll get the last bit of the doctor’s tincture against the bruises." While the boy opened his eyes again the maid ran down the stairs. 'I really got off lightly' the boy thought as he lay there, lower body open and the limps fixed.

Heavy steps on the stairs brought the hunter, followed by the maid. With his knife the calm, old man removed the rope carefully. "Good for you boy the master learned how to tie the rope properly so he won't kill you in his play!" To the maid he said "I'll get you the stuff on this list the next time I'll go to the village. Hopefully you'll be able to get this tincture mixed like the doctor told you." "I will!" The maid answered confidently.

Years went by and the play seasons of the master grew more violent. The old hunter died a while ago and all the other staff knowing about the boy’s suffering also left the household, in one way or another. After some trouble the master prepared for a long journey. So now the boy was sitting in a carriage. It rocked to one side and then to the other, the dark woods that had surrounded the boys world for so long left behind. After days of traveling a somehow familiar smell got into the darkened carriage. The boy didn't know the source of it but the salty fragrance reminded him of the doctor. Tires of joy and pain gathered in his eyes and only the darkness protected him from the discovery through the master.

After another day on the road they arrived in a harbor city. The boy learned the salty fragrance is coming from the sea and because the master rented the whole inn they were staying in, the boy asked his master, "Can i enter the garden for a few moments?" "You have a selfish wish? You can go outside as much as you like as soon as we're on the ship, you know?" "I know this master, and I'm very thankful therefore. But there won't be any trees or flowers on the ship and i wanted to stand in a garden at least once." With a beseeching gaze he learned from one of the house maids the boy looked up to the master. "Oh well, only for a few moments and with a cloak! And you'll serve me properly afterwards!"

So as the evening came the master put the boy in a long dark red cloak and brought him to the garden. "I'll leave you alone for only a few minutes, then you'll serve me in my room!" The master growled. Then he went back inside and the boy was alone in the dark garden. Slowly he set one foot in front of the other, letting himself be guided from an unspoken call. He lowered the hood of the cloak and found himself in front of a big weeping willow. Behind the curtain of branches the boy sensed another person. Like a rock in the middle of a river bed, surrounded by whirlpools and destroying every boat coming too close, but at the same time protecting a small bird's nest between its edges. 'Let me be this bird, getting protected from everything around this stone!' This thought of hope came unasked to the boy’s mind while he stared at the branches. "Come back in!" The yelling of the master destroyed the magical moment.

The price for the few moments in the garden was high. The boy had to lay down by the masters side for the rest of the night. He was told to strip bare before and aside from getting touched everywhere he also had to help the master release himself. After dirtying the boy with his outpour the master asked, "So, do you want to visit the garden again tomorrow?" "Yes." The boy whispered without thinking about it. 'If there is only the slightest opportunity to meet this present again… Also i know what it will cost me, i have to take this chance!' The boy thought while closing his eyes.

The next evening arrived and only with high afford the boy could hide his tension. Of course he was afraid of the things the master would do to him. He had listened to some guards talking about their experiences with male courtesans. Till now the master hadn’t gone so far and just imagining such things done to him let the boy whimper. But more than this he hoped to meet this person in the tree again!

The master brought him outside again, reminding him of the things that would follow through the night. After he left the boy went straight to the willow. "Are you here to send me to the quietude of death?" He asked the branches in front of him. "I…" A husky voice stumbled for a moment. "Yeah, maybe that'll be the only way to save you, little white flower." The head of the boy jerked up. "Doctor? No, you don't have the same aura… what a pity." Tears gathered again in the boy’s eyes. "So you remember the doctor?" The man in the tree asked. While remembering the first and only really kind person in his life the boy nodded. "Aura?" The tree disturbed his thoughts. So the boy answered, "I don't have another word for it. I can't see very well but i can sense people around me." "So you can sense me even when I'm hidden? Even behind you or through a wall?" "You were here yesterday and the day before in the house. I can." The boy replied. "Also the direction? How near do i need to be?" The boy got silent for a moment to think about it. "Yes, the direction is always clear and I would say maybe ten shaku far." The branches rustled for the first time through the conversation. "So little white flower, I'll be able to save you. Wherever and whenever you are, if you sense me again, come to me, at all costs!" The cloak loosened as the boy lifted his head abruptly and smiled at the person with the rock-like aura. "I will!"

The high spirits of the boy couldn't last long in the arms of his master. After stripping the clothes off the man started to fondle the white body. "You still haven't gained a manly body yet." The cold hands drifted from the boy’s face to his neck and tightened around it. "So vulnerable…" He whispered while choking the small body for a few moments, not long enough for the boy to get unconsciousness but getting him very dizzy. The man got up from the futon lightened by two oil lamps. From an old chest he got several neatly wound up ropes, loosened one, bending it at the half and started to wrap it around the torso of the boy. Several layers of tight rope shined golden on the white chest. He laid it around the neck, only loosely, wove it through the layers and fastened the right wrist with a knot in front of the stomach of the boy. Splitting the rope the man laid a string around the waist at each side and fastened the other wrist on the back. Therefore he turned the boy around and after connecting the ends of the rope to the layers on the white back the man leaned down, whispered in the boys ear "Lift your buttocks up for me!" Unsteady the boy tried to get on his knees but with the hands bound to his body he couldn't manage. The laughing of his master brought the tears to his eyes. "You're not even capable of such a simple thing. Let me help you." The man spoke and forced his hand under the boy’s body. He grabbed the small genital, squeezing them while pushing the boy to his knees. "See, that wasn't so hard." The man looked down lustful at the boy with his crying face deep in the futon and his butt exposed. He let his hands slide along the lines of the buttocks, spreading them apart. With his tongue slipping over his lips the man put a finger in the now bare entrance. The boy’s whimpered scuppered in the sheets. Another finger and another, finally, almost like an alleviation, the fingers swapped places with the masters genital. This was the first time he really entered the boy completely and to his horror the little white body reacted on his own. The boy couldn't process the things happening to him, so he just cried out of helplessness and obeyed his master.

The sun shining gently through a window woke the boy up. There wasn't a window in his room, never were. 'So he just let me where he pushed me down.' A maid entered, not letting his thoughts process the night. "I've been called to clean you up and dress you for the departure." And that was what she did. Dolled up in a fancy Susohiki and shrouded in a long cloak he was brought to the harbor where the master oversaw the loading of his household. The boy stood in silence beside him till they were the only one left at the dock." Get in the boat." The wind picked up and lifted the cloak just as the boy stepped into the rowboat. The man entered behind him and made the boy sit down. He struggled with the dark red kimono, surely the Susohiki wasn't made for boats. But as soon as the boy sat down the man started to row away from the dock. A large group of people had gathered there. But that didn't percolate to the boy. The only important thing to him in this very moment was the aura under him. The aura from the garden, the rock in the riverbank! The boy stood up abruptly and tried to get out of the boat. Alarmed the man pulled him back. "What are you doing, stupid child? Do you wanna drown?" Both started to fight. "Let go of me!" The boy hissed while they struggled back and forth. Finally the boy managed to slip through the hands of his master. He jumped out of the rowboat into the sea.

Looking back at the man in the rowboat the boy sank deeper and deeper into the wet dark world of the sea. All this years of torture, pain, loneliness, he left all this with the man in the boat. The only thing he took down with him from the surface was a black shadow. As this shadow catched the boy it transformed into a man, pulling the heavy clothes of the kimono off the boy. The stranger with the familiar aura wrapped a dark cloak around the boy and started to rise back to the surface, pulling the other along. As they broke through the surface they had drifted quite a bit away from the rowboat.