teaism | it's a long way forward

it's a long way forward

[It's been days since he left that village behind, and he hasn't had nearly enough time to stop and rest. Every village or town he's run across has chased him off for falling out of the sky, too poor to offer any help of their own and too afraid to attempt to question his state. Desperately, he's kept his presence disguised, hiding from those other colored entities that were part of this destiny he wanted nothing to do with. He slept in trees for a couple hours at a time, moving again before too long when it no longer felt secure enough.

He was running from something he couldn't escape, but each time he tried to find somewhere to go, it wasn't right. Maybe his predecessor was right. Maybe there wasn't anyone who would take him like he is, green leg showing in the spot that his shoes don't cover. Maybe he was too much of a monster.

No. Determined, Jae-Ha urged himself forward despite that worry. No matter where he ended up, or if he had to live alone for the rest of his life, it was better than existing and waiting in that prison of a village. He wouldn't become like his predecessor. He wouldn't wait around to take it out on the next generation.

When he spots a blonde boy crouched near something in a clearing of the woods, Jae-Ha's chest tightens. This could be a chance, couldn't it? He was his age— younger, clearly, but not an adult like all of the ones that have chased him off. And better than that, he was alone. Maybe, just maybe, he could say something to reach him, to get some food other than the occasional bits of bread or fruit he's stolen from carts or nabbed from trees along the way.

His appearance comes in a flash, a green blur dropping out of the sky and right in front of Sanji. He's a mess in his dirtied robes, his face and body still badly beaten from a few days prior, his hair dirty and sticky even tied back, and heavy bags beneath his eyes from the lack of rest. When he drops down to a knee, both to temporarily hide the green of his right foot and to humble himself, it's more of a fall of pure exhaustion.

He doesn't bow his head like you should with a gesture like this, instead staring directly at Sanji with determined eyes.]

Please, let me stay with you, at least for a night. I'll do anything.

[It's about time for a desperate offer like this, isn't it?]

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[He's such a good little guard. Jae-Ha looks both ways before moving to hide behind a tree or two, then drops to the ground and takes his shoe off. His pants are baggy enough to roll up over his knee, showing all of his dragon leg as he begins to wrap it carefully.

It takes a few minutes, but finally he manages, and rolls his pant leg back down, slips his foot into his shoe, and jogs over to meet Sanji. Hesitantly, he looks at one of Sanji's hands for a few seconds before reaching out to take it. This is fine, right...]

I'm ready now.

Good. [He hadn't minded the handholding before, and he isn't about to start. Friends must do this, he figures. It makes it easier to steer Jae-Ha, and the younger boy spares a look at other's covered leg before leading them back into the forest]

Here, we can go this way. [It's the longer route, but he doesn't want to follow along the bank of the large river. Too many people fishing or washing the clothes, plus he worries his sister will try to follow him]

Lemme know if you need more bandages later 'cuz Reiju gave me a lot.

Then I can change them sometimes.

[He's not doomed to these bandages forever, how nice. He really needs a bath, honestly, but he doesn't even think that's an option right now. He's just glad he was able to eat, and that now he has a place to stay, a friend, and he'll even get new clothes.]

I've never been able to talk to other people before. What if they know I'm weird? I'm all beat up...

Really?

[Again, Sanji runs into the disconnect of what Jae-Ha has told him and what his own mind can imagine. Sanji has been surrounded by people his whole life - unloved, often ignored, but absolutely drowning in niceties and politics that make up the life of a lord.

What does "not talking" to people all the time look like?]

Well... [he starts out slowly, eyes squinting in thought] You talk fine to me. I think you'll be okay.

And they won't care if you're beat up. [Maybe an assumption, but Sanji already knows what makes the world spin] As long as you can give them money, they'll give you clothes.

[he gives Jae-Ha's hand a comforting squeeze as they continue, and it isn't long before they gradually break through wall after wall of trees, the city slowly coming into view. If Sanji's house is big, then understandably the town must also be large to accommodate, and the bustling crowds suggest a commerce town.]

I'm taking you where I got my clothes.

[As they walk, Jae-Ha looks amazed about everything. This is the first time he's really been able to stop since leaving the village, since he was instantly chased out of others, and so it's the first time he can appreciate freedom. Nature is wonderful, and this lively city is unlike anything he's ever seen.

He's blown away by it, honestly, staring wide eyed and silent. Even when Sanji announces that this is also where he got his clothes, Jae-Ha isn't sure what to think. His village all had the same type of robes, but people here seem to have a little more variety. So what will his clothes look like?

Squeezing the hand back, he moves closer to Sanji in their walking, and stays half behind him when they actually enter close enough for people to be seen. He's terrified, in a way, but he's also fascinated. This looks great... All of it looks so wonderful and free.]

[The young lord isn't wrong about the world revolving around money, but he might've underestimated the spectacle of two children, one as ragged and unkept as a street urchin while the other has robes clean enough to eat off of. A few people stare, and even fewer mutter to themselves if they should... intervene...

Thankfully, no one cares enough to approach. Even if Sanji is Lord Judge's son, barely anyone recognizes him without an escort. For today, he's someone's kid (and thankfully someone else's business) who has unique taste in friends.

That's the attitude the shopkeeper takes when the boys enter his store, and his brows climbs high enough to enter the stratosphere when Sanji draws out a fistful of coins, placing them on a counter and ordering for Jae-Ha to receive whatever that amount will buy him. It takes a moment for the man to find his voice: is, uh, that your brother, then?]

No. [Said very firmly. Sanji has brothers. Too many, in fact. He never wants more.] He's my friend, and he needs new clothes.

[Right.... well. The owner glances over to the green haired boy, barely keeping his nose from wrinkling at that dirt on him, and says he can buy anything he likes, then. The money will cover most items in the shop]

[He's used to the staring and the whispering, and so Jae-Ha's fears only worsen as they walk along the streets. What if he's removed from Sanji's side, because he's not meant to be there? Because he's a monster?

Thankfully, they get all the way inside the shop without interference, and Jae-Ha can sigh in relief. But given the choice of so many clothes... He gives a clueless stare at some of them, and then leans a little closer to whisper.]

I've never done this before. [Help him find clothes, friend...]

[Jeez, Jae-Ha, you're helpless without him. But Sanji will help, naturally, and turns his bossy demeanor upon the shop owner]

He needs to be measured first. We're replacing everything.

[While the shopkeeper seems somewhat reluctant, he also obeys with a bow - only children of the wealthy have that much sass in them, and he'd rather not bring misfortune down upon himself by tossing them out. If Jae-Ha allows him, the man will measure the basics: his height, shoulder width, waist, etc. If Jae-Ha proves too skittish, that's also fine; the shopkeeper has been in the business long enough to eyeball off the essentials.

Either way, once they finish the first step, the shopkeeper picks three outfits based off the measurements and presents them to the duo. He'd, uh, prefer if Jae-Ha pointed to the one he wants instead of trying them all out, though he is careful to make up an excuse that doesn't verbally call the older boy out on his state of cleanliness.

He needn't have bothered. Sanji doesn't care for subtlety.] Don't put it on yet, just pick what you want.

[Jae-Ha stays still even as he's measured. He doesn't react at all to someone approaching him like this, really, despite all his nervousness in other areas. By the time it comes to him choosing an outfit, he doesn't even care or notice the opinions on his cleanliness.

He's drawn immediately to dark colors like purple or blue, that go more with his eyes than his hair. He also picks out the one that covers the absolute most, pointing towards it rather than touching it.]

I like this one.

[The shop owner would grudgingly admit that the older boy has an eye for color matching. Sanji, for his part, is just glad to see Jae-Ha made his pick.]

Okay! We're gonna take that one.

[Everything is paid for, carefully wrapped in a brown, parcel-like sheet, then twined in place so it doesn't open accidentally. Sanji holds the bundle in his arms before - at the last second - turning to bow and thank the owner for his time. Like Mother taught him. Though he's still a boy of eight, and doesn't care to wait for the other man to bow in surprise. He's already out the door and chattering eagerly at his friend]

So next we need some scented incense - the kind you put in baths - and soap! [Where is your devious mind going with this, Sanji? Never fear, he's gonna tell Jae-Ha all the details] We can't go into an onsen 'cuz of your leg but if we go back to the creek...

[It will be a very cold affair, but baths (in Sanji's opinion) aren't exactly fun. This is simply a necessity.]

Incense?

[He knows what soap is, of course. There were some times when he got baths. But incense? He's not so familiar with any sort of scented incense. He blinks a little more wide-eyed than usual, thinking.] The creek... No one will go there, right?

Yeah! So you can take a bath.

The incense helps you smell nice. [Or that's how it's done at his home. Unscented soap followed by scented incense; rich folk are pretty wasteful, but it's the only method the boy is familiar with]

After that, you can put on your clothes -- oh! AndI'll show you my room, too.

You'll show me how to use it, right? I don't want to smell bad in your room.

[He won't feel worthy. If this can all go away... Then it will be like that village goes away too, right? But there's one more thing that he's missing, and as he thinks, he reaches up to touch the band holding his hair back.]

Maybe I should have something else to tie my hair, too. This is dirty and doesn't look nice like everything else here does.

Oh yeah! [Sanji, in his perpetual short-hairedness, hadn't considered replacing Jae-Ha's hair band. He chews at his bottom lip and tilts his head, racking his brain for a solution]

... I don't know where they sell those, but maybe a ribbon? [Is that too girly?]

A ribbon sounds nice.

[It sounds... soft. Elegant. Pretty. He likes all of those things, and as his fingers continue to touch at his own dirty hair, he likes the idea more and more. Maybe he can even tie it in a bow. Then he wouldn't look scary, right?]

[Well, as long as Jae-Ha approves of the idea, Sanji won't care about the specifics. The longer he ponders, the longer he ends up staring behind his shoulder at the clothing shop they just exited.]

... Maybe that guy has one. [Spar ribbon from some of his clothes. It makes sense to Sanji] I'm gonna check. Wait here, okay? I won't take long.

Okay.

[It feels a little strange, standing here in the middle of everything and not having to run. He still worries at every stare he gets, and wonders what else might come from something like friendship, but it's not a bad thing, really. It's... exciting.

He's finally free, and he's found somewhere. Somewhere that might work. Maybe once he takes a bath, people might even stop staring at him so much.]

[True to his word, Sanji is in and out of the clothing store in a flash, and he rushes to Jae-Ha's side with an excited glimmer all over his face. He proudly hands over his prize - a long orange ribbon, simply made but of delicate material.]

He said you could have it for free! [Probably because it was scrap material and thus has no inherent value, but it might as well be hidden treasure by the way Sanji talks it up] See? I think it'll look good on you!

[Which brings them back to Jae-Ha needing that bath. After his friend inspects the ribbon to his liking, Sanji shoos them to a nearby vendor's stall that sells soap by the bars, and then to a small incense shop, where the shop owner keeps side-glancing at Sanji, as if recognizing the blond boy...

But the person makes no mention of it and accepts payment of Sanji's purchases, and neither does Sanji seem to realize he's being stared at. He's too busy chattering at Jae-Ha, promising that they can come back later and try some of the street food when Jae-Ha's hungry again.]

Their dumplings are really good. I wanna try and make them later. [Goals for the future, yes. But for now, Sanji shoulders his share of the burdens and trots off in the direction of the creek] C'mon!

[I think it'll look good on you!

Just those simple words have Jae-Ha cradling the ribbon in his hands like it's a treasure. He doesn't want to dirty it, or wrinkle it, or ruin it at all. He hears the words that Sanji continues to speak, and walks with him towards the creek, but he's still stuck on this ribbon even as he does. He closes his hand around it gently and jogs to keep up with Sanji, falling into place at his side.

He does glance back as they leave, though. That man staring at Sanji— he'd definitely noticed that.]

I've never had a "dumpling" before. We only got food sometimes, when the elder would give food to... to the man watching me. The supply was low. Is it not low here?

I... guess not.

[It's not really a topic he's ever considered, honestly, but the notion of Jae-Ha only being given food "sometimes" settles uncomfortably in his head. Sanji frowns to himself]

You can eat whenever you want here. Just tell me if you're ever hungry and I'll get you something.

[He can cook, and keep him clean, and all of this? Jae-Ha wants to do something to give back to Sanji, and he still hasn't found out what. But the more he thinks on that staring from earlier, and the more he tries to think of things he's good at, the more his eyebrows furrow in frustration. He can only come up with one thing.

So, he turns suddenly as they're walking, still moving sideways so he can clench his hands into fists and shake them a little at Sanji.]

Then I'll be here to protect you! I would have died if it weren't for you. I couldn't keep going like I was.

[U-um.

Sanji isn't even doing anything that extreme in his mind. Yes, his father will be absolutely livid should he find any sign of Jae-Ha in his home, but he'll always find something to be livid about where Sanji is concerned.

But there isn't any hope or optimism in his expression, once the surprise dies down]

No you won't.

[Jae-Ha is confused by that reaction, ignoring the stabbing sensation in his chest as he places a hand over his own heart instead.]

What do you mean, I won't? I told you, I can kick better than anyone! I can even jump while carrying you. You're smaller than me, so it won't be hard at all.

Don't lie!

[He stops walking -- he can't keep walking, not when Jae-Ha keeps spouting what Sanji knows to be bullshit. Face contorting into anger, he leans forward and starts shouting]

I'm not stupid! No one does stuff like that!

[Reiju doesn't. His mother never tried. Two people he loves dearly, but they never came to his rescue, not once. Jae-Ha just doesn't get it yet]

A-and you promised not to let anyone see you! That means Ichiji and Niji, too!

[It hurts, to be yelled at like that, but it's a familiar thing. Jae-Ha's face falls back to neutral, and he drops his hand away from his chest after a moment of staring. He understands, suddenly. He thinks he does...]

I can kick someone from behind. [He says it calmly, then glances back in the direction of the creek.] Are Ichiji and Niji your brothers?

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