The Fox's Curse (yaoi)

[Oberon_Weiss]

There is an old tale about how the dog of the zodiac fought against the demonic nine tailed fox, in most legends they state that the dog was able to destroy the nine tails completely. However, that is not true while the fox was severely weakened it could not be destroyed completely, so a choice was made to seal it away into a human, and every few generations a baby would be born with the markings of the fox and thus they were forced to wear a mask that bound their powers and grow up bearing the hatred of the fox.

Makoto is one such person and has grown into a bitter, and angry young man. Locked away in the dark and being tormented by both human and yokai alike, he wonders what it would be like to be free.


(With the mask)


(Without the mask)

Name: Makoto Himura
Age: 16
Personality: Makoto is a very angry and bitter teenage, having been abused and neglected by his family for years because of his curse has left him with a distrust for nearly everybody and a temper. But behind all of this is a extremely lonely and affection starved young man.
Bio: When Makoto was born his parents were expecting a healthy beautiful boy. that is until he was born with markings on his face that intimated a fox's mask. His eyes weren't even open yet when they placed the mask on him and then shunted him away where he would barely see the light of day. Since then he had almost never been let outside, and barely anybody speaks to him.
Position: Uke  

[revenge era]

Name: Yukio Hiraoke
Age: Nineteen
Personality: Yuki is quite a flirtatious and seductive person. He's optimistic and very energetic. He doesn't mind manipulating or taking advantage of people for his own benefit. He would go through great measures to make someone believe him, when he would be telling lies from the very beginning. He can easily be irritated, and the smallest things can set him off, though he never really lashes out -unless pushed off his limits; he gets quite sarcastic, distant and will take every chance to tease someone if they ever got on his bad side.
Bio: Yukio grew up not knowing his parents, but he had his older step-sister to make up for them. She was twelve years older than him, and took quite good care of him, alongside his grandmother of course; but she was too old to care for herself, let alone a child. When Yukio was nine, his grandmother passed away, and seeing as Yukio and his sister had a bad-excuse of a mother, that meant one thing; they'd be separated. His sister was taken in by her father's family, while Yukio was forced to live with his uncle, who had no interest in kids, and more than often acted as if Yukio didn't exist. By the age of twelve, Yukio had learnt how to steal a few things here and there without being noticed, to make up for the lack of food at his uncle's house. He was caught one day trying to steal a bag of sweets, though not by the owner, but by some other guy. That same guy offered Yukio a deal; he gives a place to stay at, meals every single day and a few friends if Yukio brings him whatever he steals. Not knowing better, Yukio took the chance thinking that it would benefit him just as much as it would benefit the older male; he was wrong. After a few years of 'working' for the guy, Yukio had managed to develop his stealing methods; aiming for bigger things. Of course, what he gave the guy was still the minimum, and he kept the rest for himself. It was when Yukio was fifteen when two of the other boys that lived with Yukio were caught, and the police were coming for the others as well as the guy who hired them. Upon hearing this, Yukio didn't waste any time to pack all of his belongings, and taking a few things from the others, before running away. He's been moving from one town to another ever since. Sleeping in alleys, abandoned buildings or anyone who opens their homes to him for the night, and stealing anything that seemed valuable enough to him.  

[Oberon_Weiss]

revenge era

*Okay do you want to start or should I...also I should probably get a picture show what Makoto looks like without the mask*  

[revenge era]

Oberon_Weiss

Ah. I sent you a PM before I saw this.
It's your choice, but another picture isn't really necessary~  

[Oberon_Weiss]

revenge era

*Ah sorry the pm just showed up now, as for what kind of place he's held you know those old style Japanese houses the ones with sliding doors and stuff, he is in one of those...though if you need more of a reference I can get a picture for you*  

[revenge era]

Oberon_Weiss

No need for a picture, I know what you mean~
Is Makoto by any chance bound?
Or have something that keeps him from leaving the house?  

[Oberon_Weiss]

revenge era

*Well he's locked in a room, but there are also wards and seals around the entrances of the house as a last ditch effort to not let him leave, he can't touch them so he can't just rip them off and be on his way*  

[revenge era]

Oberon_Weiss

Perfect; that’s what Yukio first thought when he entered this village. It was small which meant that everyone knew each other, which made things so much easier for the male. He spent the whole morning going around the place, asking the villagers about a few homes here and there, telling them that he was that person’s nephew, grandson or cousin just to get them to spill the beans on the house’s owner’s whereabouts. Though, using that trick meant that he had to be out of this village by tomorrow, because people will recognize him and will soon enough figure out that he isn’t connected to anyone here and he wouldn’t want to be here when that happens. The all-mighty only knows what those villagers were capable of, they’d more than probably gather together and haunt him down. Just the thought of it made the male chuckle “As if” He snorted as he walked along the closed market.

It was ten minutes to midnight and Yukio had already stolen a few valuable items that he would be selling in a few towns over. That wasn’t enough. Those people all seemed like they had great lives, but upon entering their houses, Yukio was disappointed with the lack of anything worth money. Most of what they had were food and clothes; two things that Yukio had no interest in. It was strange that most of these men hadn’t bought their wives or girlfriends any jewelry, and even stranger that the women didn’t buy any jewelry for themselves; unless a few countable ones, which Yukio had already stolen off of them. Did he feel bad for stealing all of those things from different people? Of course not. Yukio was obviously old and sane enough to know that what he was doing was wrong, which is why he always takes great measures to make sure that he isn’t caught; like moving to a new town every several days, or sometimes every other day. He does sometimes go to the same towns, only if it has been a very long time since he’s been there.

Yukio had his eyes on a single old-fashioned house for the past several hours. Not only did it look incredible from the outside, it was also separated from all the other houses and had at least two guards within the gates, which made Yukio’s curiosity take over. There was no way he wasn’t entering that place. “It’s about time, I guess” Yukio huffed as he ran a hand through his hair. Earlier, Yukio had seen those same guards take a small break and head into the local bar. Yukio was sure to follow them and slip smashed sleeping pills into their drinks. From experience, Yukio knew that they would be fallen asleep by now, which was he was making his move now. Now, Yukio has been watching the house from afar and there was yet to be movement from inside; which made the male excited. Walking towards the gate with a duffle bag in his hand, Yukio’s eyes glanced left and right, making sure no one was around before throwing the bag over the gates before starting to climb.

Landing inside with a small jump, Yukio’s lips turned into a smirk as he saw the two guards on the ground. “Well, then” Yukio’s excitement made him grab his bag and head for the door as fast as he could. What kind of house had guards? Yukio guessed that it belonged to someone wealthy, at least he hoped so. Sliding the door open slowly, Yukio took a quick look around before placing the bag down and smirking. Yukio crouched down slightly, grabbing a knife from his boot, just in case there was someone here. Though dark, Yukio could steal make his way around the place. Opening doors slowly to check that no one was here before he could start taking whatever he pleases. Coming upon a locked door made him anxious; good thing that locks were his specialty. Grabbing two small pins from his pocket, Yukio played with the lock swiftly until it opened.

Taking a deep breath, Yukio opened the door and the first thing he saw was a mask; an incredibly gorgeous mask. “I want that” Yukio almost muttered. As soon as he took his eyes off the mask, he came to realize that he wasn’t alone. Holding the knife in front of him just in case, Yukio couldn’t help but smirk “Give me that mask and I won’t hurt you” Yukio bargained softly. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy, but he was hoping it would be.

 

[Oberon_Weiss]

revenge era

Makoto sat his dark room the only light in it shining from the small window that was too high for him to reach, he wasn't even allowed a candle so he could read at night. Granted it wasn't like he could see much of anything to begin with as his mask obstructed most of his vision anyways. Letting out a angry sigh he decided that perhaps it would best if he just went to bed, he had looked out his window to see if any stars would appear tonight but it looked like they wouldn't.

Standing up Makoto began making his way to his bed when he heard a strange noise, turning towards his door he heard the unmistakable sound of the door being unlocked. But that wasn't right nobody visited him this time of night. He crept closer towards the door and then immediately stared when he saw the man. He then scowled when heard what the man wanted, so it seems a thief had crept into the house. Makoto was actually somewhat impressed by that he knew how tight the security was here.

His scowl deepened when he heard the man wanted his mask.

"Sorry but that isn't happening, the mask can't be removed I've tried and if you think your dinky ******** knife is going to scare me you got another thing coming. So why don't you just creep on back to whenever you came from, you aren't going to find s**t here" Makoto told the man.