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[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric's room hasn't changed, much even if it's owner has. The bed is larger with a soft Indian cotton spread of rich blue instead of the winter furs.

He fetches a towel down from the cupboard and hands it to Emcee, offering him the neat little ensuite bathroom.

"I'll be here if you need anything at all." He soothes, giving Emcee's room.

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee quietly follows Sinric inside and to the bathroom.

"Thank you," he murmurs as he takes the towel, still sniffing, his eyes feeling puffy and sore. His cheek is starting to swell, though the cut on his lip has tentatively clotted over.

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Since pauses a moment, a soft hand on Emcee's sleeve. "You're safe here." He smiles warmly.

He moves to the window seat, taking up a book and staring to sing to himself. The song is warm and comforting and just loud enough to be heard in the bathroom. So Emcee will know he's near as well as giving him privacy.

[i_am_your_host]

He nods. It's a small nod, but he's grateful.

When Sinric leaves the room, he keeps the door ajar. He strips and leaves his clothes on the floor in a pile while the tub fills with hot water. As he steps in and sinks down into it, he hears Sinric singing. It becomes clearer when he turns the faucet off.

He sits back and draws his knees up to his chest. Sitting still, letting his tears drip into the water. Just listening.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric keep singing, soft and warm, asking nothing but offering comfort.

Still singing, he sorts through his cupboard, coming out with a change of clothes that should fit Emcee and leaves them folded by the ajar door.

[i_am_your_host]

Eventually, Emcee stretches out and sinks lower, dunking his head under the water. Eyes shut, the holds his breath...

Sinric's singing becomes distant, muffled.

And the he surfaces with a gasp, sweeping his hair out of his face.

He sits for a while longer. He feels numb. Stupid. Angry. Everything at once. But at least the tears and blood have stopped.

As the tub drains, he steps out of the water and wraps the towel around his shoulders and dries himself off. He wipes his face, and winces at the pain in his cheek.

[thewidewideworld]

The clothes are simple - a wrap of raw silk and a pair of sea green pant. Big enough to fit Emcee and comfortable.

Sinric has moves to sit on the bed, cross-legged and brushing his hair. On the little table is an ice-pack wrapped in a tea-towel and some of the little white pain pills with a glass of water.

[i_am_your_host]

Still wrapped in the towel, he gathers up his clothes and steps out of the bathroom. He glances over at Sinric, and then the fresh clothes.

"I don't know if those are my colors," he murmurs dully, as he tries, as always, for levity.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles softly and lets his song fade. "I don't believe there's any colour you can't wear."

He gesture for Emcee to join him on the bed, offering to brush his hair.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee wants to smile a little at that, but it hurts to make any sort of expression.

He sets his clothes on a chair before trying on the sea green pants. They sort of make him look and feel like a harem boy. And they're very comfortable.

He sits on the bed and slides closer to Sinric, also crossing his legs.

[thewidewideworld]

Which it's exactly how they look on Sinric as he's wearing something similar.

Sinric unfolds his legs and rests them either side of Emcee. He brushes out Emcee's short hair, the brush soft and pleasant against his scalp.

"I've missed you, my friend."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sits quietly with his hands in his lap, occasionally sniffing. He closes his eyes at the rhythmic strokes of the brush though his damp, lanky hair.

He then rests a hand on Sinric's knee.

"I've missed you, too. How long has it been for you?"

[thewidewideworld]

"More than three year." He confesses with a sigh, hands still moving gently and slowly. "I've been as far east as man may go. Stood at the place were the sun first touched the earth." There's a wistful tone to his voice, almost sad.

[i_am_your_host]

"Three years...?" Emcee whispers, his eyelids fluttering open halfway. He gently squeezes Sinric's knee, and pauses a moment to recall their past conversations that do indeed seem so long ago.

"You made it to Japan, then?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods. "I did. It was... it went badly at first but over time, I came to feel a great contentment there."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's head is starting to throb with pain, even if Sinric is being gentle.

"I'm glad you found a place there, even if it took time and effort," he says, taking one of Sinric's hands in a wordless gesture, as he shifts to lie down.

"Will you tell me how your adventures went?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes the queues, setting the brush down and making them both comfortable with Emcee leaning against him.

Sinric tells the tale in his soft lyrical voice. He tells of traveling across the Sino Empire, seeing parts he had never seen - rural and poor but welcoming. He talks of the people he met, how they revered Yan and his party. Of the folk songs and stories he learned as they travelled.

He spoke of the boat journey to Nippon, of how little he liked sailing, at how Yan held him when his stomach lurched.

Of how the harbour of Nippon looked as they sailed into it. The way people looked at him, as if he was some kind of spirit. But respectfully, in awe rather than fear. The way the ladies fingered his golden hair.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee closes his eyes and listens to Sinric's tales, letting himself be whisked away to distant lands by his words. He chuckles softly at some parts, though tries not to smile too widely because of his cut lip.

"Oh, darling, you are so fortunate to have such opportunities," he murmurs. "I know there must have been difficulties, but your experiences are unlike any other's. And you tell them so well."

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"Thank you." He strokes Emcee's arm softly. "Alas, that's when it started to go wrong."

He tells of the Imperial Prince who came to meet them, who offered to escort them to the eastern most temple. Of how the prince's attention to him became less friendly and more covetous. How the prince used some small offence by one of Yan's men to imprison the envoy's party. How he had forced Sinric to choose between his own freedom and the lives of his friends.

Sinric's voice breaks and he pauses, swallowing thickly.

[i_am_your_host]

The course of events takes a thoroughly disturbing turn, and Emcee opens his eyes, his brow knitted. And when Sinric's voice cracks, he grasps his hand and squeezes.

He doesn't say anything. Just holds his hand to let him know that he will still listen if he chooses to tell him what happened.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric returns the squeeze with a grateful nod, very glad of Emcee's understanding.

"The agreement was that he would own me for a year and a day. I have not been a slave since my master died and I vowed I never would be again. But Yan... I couldn't let him be tortured or killed. He has children."

He swallows again. "Prince Kamino was cruel, violent. A spoilt child-god who had never been told no in his life. It wasn't until he near killed me, cutting his name into my flesh that he realised the wrongness of what he was doing. It seemed to break something in him, break through the armour of Jade he wore to separate himself from the world."

"It was better after that. It took some time for me to recover but he carried me to the best healers in Nippon before going to the Emperor to confess what he had done before his father. The Emperor made him my protector, humbling Kamino to serve rather than lead."

"He did as his father bid and for the next year, we studied together in the temples of the Buddha, travelled the island from tip to tip, read deeply of the greatest libraries I have ever seen."

"Kamino became a better man than the child who had maimed me - thoughtful and learned. Towards the end of that year, the Emperor sickened and abdicated, elevating Kamino to Emperor Saga, of all Nippon." He smiles a little fondly and a little sadly. "Seimei tells me he became one of the greatest Emperors Japan ever knew, his reign making a new age of peace and prosperity."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyes grow wide, his hand never letting go of Sinric's.

And at the end of his story, he lets out a deep breath as if he had been holding it.

He's silent for a few moments, trying to process what it must have been like to go through that, and still come through whole.

"I am truly at a loss for words, darling," he finally murmurs. "How awful and horrific and incredible and... I don't know how you did it."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shrugs and settles more comfortingly against Emcee's side. "The same we always do it. Surviving one day at a time."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee grows quiet once more. Blinking blearily. Ignoring the pain.

"Yes."

He sounds defeated as tears come to his eyes again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric reaches out to stroke Emcee's arm softly, "I'm sorry."

[i_am_your_host]

"I don't want to have to survive anymore," he says through his tears. "I'm tired of just getting by. I'm so fucking tired of trying to stay alive. I don't know how much more of it I can take."