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25 May 2013 @ 10:29 pm
Decerto: Road to Freedom  
Title: Decerto: Road to Freedom
Chapter: 31/40 + epilogue
Fandoms: Super Junior, U-Kiss
Pairings: KyuHyun/Zhou Mi, Han Geng/HeeChul, KiBum/SooHyun
Rating: R overall
Warning: AU, violence, angst
Summary: Taking place six years before the events of Decerto, the story of how a human and a slave started a revolution.

Being back home after so long was still weird to KiBum a couple days later. He did his best not to get into fights with HyungJoon, finding himself biting his tongue a lot. Especially whenever tournament business came up. He didn't know what he was going to do when he followed HyungJoon to the tournaments in under a month, still not sure why he'd agreed in the first place. At least he'd be able to keep an eye on the protests…somehow.

He'd spent a lot of time either with SooHyun (wandering the grounds or holed up in their room) or chatting with the fighters in their spare time. He also made a point of visiting the small family cemetery to say hi to his mother and father.

Coming back to his room after going to see his brother, KiBum had a wide smile. "YoungSaeng hyung's awake," he grinned once the door was closed behind him. "I think I'll go say hi."

"Oh..." SooHyun sat up from where he had been laying down. "Do you want me to go with you?" he asked, brow furrowing slightly. "Are you even allowed to? Didn't your brother say not to bother him?"

"Yeah, but hyung never knew about me going across to the Jung's place to see him before either," KiBum shrugged. "You can come if you want to."

"Maybe it's better if I don't... at least for now," SooHyun said. "He's your friend, and I think it would be awkward."

"If you think so," KiBum frowned. "But what will you do down here?"

"I was thinking of going down to the garden actually," SooHyun said, one ear twitching. "It's a very nice garden, I like being in it."

KiBum grinned widely at that. "Ah, okay. It is really nice, there's no better gardener than KyuJong. I'll come find you when I'm done then." He walked over to the bed and leaned in to kiss SooHyun lightly.

"Okay, and maybe I'll go with you next time you see him," SooHyun said, returning the kiss. "He seems... important to you, I'll want to meet him."

"He's a great guy, I'm sure you'll like him," KiBum chuckled. "Have fun out in the garden." He lingered against SooHyun's mouth for a moment longer before pulling back. KiBum left the room, heading towards the stairs.

YoungSaeng was in a room on the top floor, KiBum trying to remember where he'd noticed KyuJong bringing food. Finding the door, he drew in a deep breath and knocked lightly. "…Hyung?"

"KiBum?" YoungSaeng was standing at the window, back to the door but looking over his shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

KiBum smiled widely when he saw the older man. "I heard you were done shedding, and thought I'd say hi…can I come in?"

"Of course... I was kind of half expecting you to sneak up here at some point," YoungSaeng said, turning around and moving to sit down on the bed. "Hard to believe it's been four years since I saw you last... I think you got a little taller."

"HyungJoon hyung said the same thing," KiBum chuckled, stepping into the room. He was mindful to close the door after himself, since no one else in the house was supposed to know YoungSaeng was here. "How have you been?"

"That's a loaded question," YoungSaeng chuckled, looking towards the window again. "I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life, and also scared to death. I'm sure your brother's told you what's going on."

KiBum stepped over to sit down on the bed next to the snake. "He's told me what he knows…which isn't that much. Things are really that bad over there?" he asked quietly, eyes worried.

"In all the time I've been at that house, I've never actually worried about my life... not completely," YoungSaeng said. "These past few months... I've been beaten and humiliated, yet I'm still more afraid for YunHo right now than myself."

"Hyung said that YunHo's not letting Master Jung anywhere near you, and kicked him out of the house," KiBum's eyes were wide. "The old man's got to be pissed…"

"I imagine he is," YoungSaeng nodded. "And if he were to get a hold of me right now... death would probably be welcome after he gets through with me."

KiBum sat up straight. "But we're not going to let him get you," he said adamantly. "You're here so we can look after you, right? And YunHo won't let him get you either."

"At what expense?" YoungSaeng said, lips quirked sadly. "I wouldn't put it past master to have something done to harm YunHo either. Especially with this new wife and trying to conceive another heir."

"…What?" KiBum's eyes widened slowly. "You're serious? He'd really resort to that?"

"I don't have a doubt in my mind that he would do anything to keep himself in power," YoungSaeng said. "Even if that meant raising a child under his cold ruthless grip to be just like him. YunHo had the advantage that his mother was a very kind woman who kept herself between master and her son. Whatever child comes of this new wife... won't be so lucky."

KiBum's eyes lowered, thinking about that. This was just insane. There had to be something he could do to help…right? "What can I do to help, hyung?" He looked up at YoungSaeng. "I'll do anything."

"I don't think there's anything you can do KiBum," YoungSaeng said, shaking his head. "YunHo needs to win the tournament in order to get enough sway to keep the house from his father."

"Oh," KiBum looked down at his hands again. "Well…I'll be rooting for you guys then, I guess. I'm going to watch the tournament this year."

"You are?" YoungSaeng raised an eyebrow at that. "That's rather surprising, you hate the games..." he sniffed the air a little. "... When did you get a goat?"

KiBum flushed. "Uh…his name's SooHyun, his old owner was my roommate a year and a half ago… He was a complete jerk. So I bought SooHyun to get him away from the asshole."

"Interesting... I'd ask how well you're getting along with him but I know the answer," YoungSaeng chuckled, leaning back on his hands and closing his eyes. "Do you care for him?"

"Of course I do," KiBum looked back at YoungSaeng. "I love him, and he loves me. I want to be able to free him, one day soon."

YoungSaeng's smile was soft and he opened his eyes to look at KiBum. "Good. He's lucky to have you KiBum. And I can tell you're lucky to have him too... you've really grown up in the time you were gone. So mature, so handsome. I'm glad you came to see me."

Blushing a little, KiBum smiled back at YoungSaeng. "It's really good to see you again, hyung. I missed you a lot…I'm sorry I didn't come back to visit."

"It's okay, I understand," YoungSaeng said. "You should probably go before KyuJong finds you up here."

"Probably," KiBum pouted. He leaned over to give YoungSaeng a hug. "I'll be back to visit again, though. And SooHyun wants to meet you too."

"If you don't, I'm sure I'll see you at the tournament," YoungSaeng said, returning the hug. "I don't want you worrying about me though okay? YunHo does enough worrying for the whole world."

"You know I'm going to worry whether you say to or not," KiBum chuckled, pulling back and standing. "See you later, hyung." He headed to the door and left, closing it again behind him. He felt better after seeing YoungSaeng, though worry gnawed at him still. Whatever was happening in the Jung house, it wasn't good for any of them.

Taking his time heading down to the garden, KiBum looked around for SooHyun.

Said goat was near one of the lines of flowering bushes, his head held in shame. KyuJong was with him and by the look on the goat's face, he was in trouble.

One of KyuJong's ears twitched when KiBum drew near, and the rabbit turned around. "Hi, KiBum."

"Hi? What's going on here?" KiBum asked, though from how he was trying not to smile, he had a suspicion he knew.

KyuJong gave a long-suffering sigh, pointing at one of the bushes that was obviously missing some of it's flower heads. "I told you that if you wanted some flowers to eat, I could show you which ones were okay. Those were tropical, it took me forever to get them to grow here."

Ears lowered, SooHyun shuffled anxiously as he looked between KyuJong and KiBum. "I'm sorry... they just smelled so good and I couldn't help myself. I didn't think you would notice one or two missing... I'm very sorry."

"I'm a wood element, of course I would notice," KyuJong sniffed. "All these bushes are off-limits. Next time you're hungry, ask." The rabbit turned to head back to the practice field.

As soon as the older man was out of earshot, KiBum started to laugh.

SooHyun stared at KiBum, his expression hurt. "Why are you laughing at me? Are you laughing because I got into trouble?" he asked, taking a step back. "That's not very nice."

"No…it…it's just," KiBum snickered, wiping one eye. "I remember…the first day I bought you, I told you not to touch Kyu's garden and you told me you'd never do something without permission. This is probably the wrong time to say I'm proud of you, but I am."

"..." SooHyun opened his mouth to reply, but his voice caught in his throat as he blinked at KiBum. Covering his head with his hands he made a frustrated whining noise and turned to run towards the house.

"SooHyun!" KiBum laughed louder at the goat's retreat, before jogging to catch up. Yes, he was very proud of SooHyun. Not for pissing KyuJong off by eating his precious tropical flowers, but for acting less like a wallflower slave and more like the silly goat KiBum had fallen in love with.


As much as Zhou Mi wanted to stay at home over the month long break and roll around in the sheets some more with KyuHyu, there was some work that had to be done. There were only three days left before the opening day of the main tournament and there were several meetings Zhou Mi needed to be in on as well as some last minute paperwork he needed to sign. The three weeks he had off with KyuHyun was just what they needed though. Enough time to reconnect to one another and reaffirm their resolve to see this thing finished once and for all.

Since the fighters weren't due to arrive until the next day, Zhou Mi got the added benefit of having KyuHyun lounging around his office to ogle at while he pushed papers around his desk. Maybe later they could lock the door and find out just how sturdy the desk was.

Going over the final list of fighters names, Zhou Mi frowned as he looked up at his snake on the couch. "KuiXian... who are monkey and dog with DongHae?" he asked.

"Hm?" KyuHyun cracked open one eye, having been dozing off. "With DongHae?" It took a moment for him to wake up enough to realize what Zhou Mi was talking about. "Oh, uh…that would be HyukJae from the Lee house, and SungMin from the Kim house. Monkey and dog respectively."

"...SungMin?" Zhou Mi blinked at that, looking back down at the list. "That was... All this time and I didn't even realize. When the fighters get in, I'll want him brought to me."

"Why?" KyuHyun sat up, looking over at Zhou Mi with a frown. "Why would you want to see him?"

"Do you remember me telling you about one of the slaves my father owned, a dog?" Zhou Mi said. "He was sold to the Kim house when he was barely a teen to be a fighter... but he was my friend. Much like KiBum is friends with KyuJong. I just want to be able to see him again is all."

"Oh…it was him?" KyuHyun blinked. "Okay…I'll get him up here, though it might look a little weird for you to summon a fighter randomly. How could he have belonged to your house and then sold to the Kims while barely a teen? Signs can't be bought from the breeding houses until we're fifteen years old."

Zhou Mi's lips pursed slightly at that. "SungMin was born into our house... One of the fighters and one of the house slaves had a relationship. My father wasn't a breeder, and this was before training houses were banned from breeding anyway. My father wasn't really interested in selling any from the litter, but HyungJoon's father had taken an interest in SungMin."

KyuHyun leaned back against the couch, watching the human. "Are the rest of the litter still at your house? Were you friends with all of them?"

"Two of them are still at the house, one fighter and one servant," Zhou Mi said, closing up the folder and setting his hands on top. "The rest were given away, when they reached legal age. When SungMin was sold, he didn't have the heart to part with any of the others until they were old enough. SungMin was the only one I spent any time with, he was the only one who would play with me."

"Oh," KyuHyun frowned. "But you had other friends too, human friends."

"Not really, no," Zhou Mi shook his head, smiling sadly up at him. "I was the weird Chinese kid who was too tall and awkward. I mostly kept to myself growing up."

The snake's eyes lowered at that, before looking up at Zhou Mi again. "Well…their loss. They probably would have been sucky friends anyways."

Zhou Mi chuckled a little at that, nodding in agreement. A knock came at the door, and when he looked up, his assistant was poking her head in. "Yes?"

"Excuse me, sir, but Master Jung is here... he made an appointment?" She said, making a face.

"...He did? Well, send him in," Zhou Mi said, looking to KyuHyun with a frown. "This should be interesting."

"I wouldn't call it interesting," KyuHyun murmured. "I didn't see anything about an appointment with the old fart, did you?" He stood up from the couch, taking up a place by the wall beside Zhou Mi's desk.

"No, but I wasn't looking at my schedule closely," Zhou Mi said, straightening in his seat. "Try to remain calm, I would like this to go smoothly."

Master Jung was let in, the assistant closing the door behind him. He didn't look as angry as he had the last time he came through Zhou Mi's doors, but there was a hard set to his expression. "Commissioner," he nodded.

"Master Jung, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Zhou Mi said, forcing a smile.

"I need my fighting house returned to my control," Master Jung said, not bothering to take a seat. "My son is a criminal and the sooner he is gone the better."

"Excuse me?" Zhou Mi blinked, leaning back in his chair slightly. "And what exactly as he done that is criminal?"

"Theft of property," Master Jung grunted. "He has stolen my personal slave and refuses to return him to me."

KyuHyun bristled a little; he wouldn't blame YunHo for refusing to give any slave back to this man. And KyuHyun had heard from Zhou Mi how the last meeting with Master Jung had gone.  Exhaling slowly and keeping his mouth shut, KyuHyun kept the quips about the old man sounding like a child who had been denied sweets to himself.

"And in what part of that concerns me?" Zhou Mi said, folding his hands on his desk. "If your son has stolen from you, then why haven't you gone to the police?"

"I'll deal with my son in the way I feel like," Master Jung replied. "But the house will be returned to me, Zhou Mi."

"This is a matter of your word against his," Zhou Mi said, proud of himself for keeping his tone even. "When he arrives for the tournament I will bring him in to ask his side of the story."

"Not good enough, I don't care if you want his side of the story," Master Jung snapped. "If my house is not returned to me by the end of the tournament Zhou Mi, you will pay for your interference."

"Was that a threat?" Zhou Mi's eyes narrowed.

"No, that was a promise," Master Jung hissed, leaning over the desk. "You are the biggest fool these games have ever seen, and if you don't do as your told, I'll find someone who will."

"Leave." That wasn't from Zhou Mi; that was from KyuHyun, sapphire eyes flashing as he stepped up beside the desk, closer to Master Jung. "Get out, now. Games Commissioner Zhou Mi has no reason to listen to your blackmail, and I will call security for those threats."

"Why is it every time I come into this office an animal speaks to me?" Master Jung said, straightening and looking at KyuHyun. "You do not order me around, slave, on your knees!" Before Zhou Mi could respond, Master Jung raised his hand and backhanded the KyuHyun.

"Get out!" Zhou Mi roared, jumping to his feet. "How dare you come into my office and touch my slave! Get out of my office now and the least I will do is ban you from the tournaments for life!"

Staggering, KyuHyun touched one hand to his mouth and saw he was bleeding; he'd bitten through his lip with one fang. A low, rattling hiss came from his throat, the snake looking up at Master Jung darkly. His fingers twitched, and for a dizzying moment he very nearly summoned his element to make sure the man would never bother them again. He controlled the urge, barely. But he didn't back down, chin lifted and icy eyes staring right back at the man who'd struck him.

Master Jung sneered at KyuHyun as he took a step forward, as if daring the snake to do anything. "Don't test me snake, I know how to break your kind."

"Security!" Zhou Mi shouted, coming around the desk to step in between Master Jung and KyuHyun. "You are never to be allowed on tournament grounds as long as I am commissioner, and I will do everything in my power to make sure YunHo retains control of his house," he seethed.

"We'll see about that," Master Jung replied, his cold eyes meeting Zhou Mi's for a fleeting moment before two security guards entered the room.

"Escort Master Jung off the property, see to it he is never let in again," Zhou Mi said. The two guards complied, taking Master Jung by the arms and leading him from the room. As soon as the door was closed, Zhou Mi turned to KyuHyun, eyes wide as he lifted a hand to the snake's face. "Are you okay?"

KyuHyun tried to wipe away the blood that was beginning to drip. "Would have felt better if I hit him back," the snake grumbled, the rattle still in his throat. "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that."

"Probably not but I don't care," Zhou Mi said, shaking his head. "You gave me the perfect opportunity to have that man out of my hair completely. I don't want you holding back from saying anything ever again, understand? I don't care anymore."

"You sure? That could be dangerous," KyuHyun met Zhou Mi's eyes. "Especially if that idiot manages to worm his way back in somehow."

"He's not allowed to hit you, KuiXian," Zhou Mi said, his hand resting against KyuHyun's cheek. "If he does... you have the right to defend yourself. You are my slave, and only I get to tell you what you can or can't do. Well... you know what I mean... I don't think of you as such but for all intents and purposes anyways."

"I know," KyuHyun smirked slightly. "I just wasn't gonna stand there and let him threaten you like that…you're my boyfriend, even if no one else knows it. No one threatens you and gets away with it."

"And I appreciate that," Zhou Mi chuckled, a hand at KyuHyun's waist pulling him a little closer. "And no one hits my boyfriend and calls him an animal. What do you say we finish up here and go home early?"

"Sounds good to me," KyuHyun smiled, wrapping his arms around Zhou Mi possessively and leaning up for a kiss. "You have much more to go through?"

"Not really, no," Zhou Mi said, returning the kiss lightly. "If I spend any more time behind that desk I think about you pinning me to it. Makes getting things done difficult. I'll just get some files together to take home so I can get last minute things done, that way we don't have to come back until the morning of the tournament. Sound good?"

"Mhm," KyuHyun chuckled. "Unless you really wanna try that pinning to the desk idea, that could be fun." He nipped Zhou Mi's lower lip lightly with his fangs, fingers hooking into the belt loops of the other man's pants.

"...You are very bad for my concentration," Zhou Mi replied, hissing slightly. "Go lock the door, I'll finish clearing off my desk. Don't want to ruin any important paperwork."

"Yes sir," KyuHyun smirked, kissing Zhou Mi deeply first. Only when Zhou Mi had no breath left did he let the older man go. He walked to the door, locking it.

"Since when do you call me sir?" Zhou Mi chuckled, stacking up folders and placing them on a side table.

"Since I feel like it?" KyuHyun looked back at Zhou Mi, walking slowly back to the desk. "Don't pretend you don't like ordering me around a little."

Zhou Mi leaned over the desk, hands braced on the dark wood. "Not as much as I like asking you to do things. You can't tell me after all this time you actually like me ordering you around."

"That depends." KyuHyun walked around the desk, circling his arms around the human's waist. "On whether you're ordering me around as my master, or as my boyfriend."

"The last time I ordered you as a master, I almost lost you," Zhou Mi said, closing his eyes and breathing out slowly. "I'll never do that again." His lips quirked slightly and he looked over his shoulder at KyuHyun. "I like ordering you around as a boyfriend... which means you can order me around too you know."

KyuHyun chuckled, leaning against Zhou Mi to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I do order you around…sometimes. It's a hard mindset to get out of, but I'm getting there."

"I know, for you and me both," Zhou Mi replied, leaning back and resting his hands on top of KyuHyun's at his waist. "So... what is it you want me to do?"

"Turn around so I can kiss you properly, for one," KyuHyun smirked, pressing a kiss to the side of Zhou Mi's neck. "Should we find out how strong the desk is?"

"I don't know, you tell me," Zhou Mi said, turning around in KyuHyun's embrace, his arms going around his neck. "You tell me what you want us to do."

"All right," the snake chuckled, pulling Zhou Mi into a deep kiss. He didn't want the last thing on their minds as they left the office to be Master Jung coming in and threatening Zhou Mi. They'd have to discuss the threat the man posed at some point, probably with Han Geng present. But right now KyuHyun was going to keep Zhou Mi thoroughly distracted; the only things they had to worry about were too many clothes and the desk potentially breaking.
NT59NT591 on May 26th, 2013 12:21 pm (UTC)
Oh!! I can see the very angry KYUJONG death glaring at SooHyun!! *tsk tsk poor goat!!*

I hate Master Jung!!!
TakaGacktHydetakagackthyde on May 26th, 2013 04:58 pm (UTC)
poor soohyun getting kyujong's death glare.
silverstorm666 on May 27th, 2013 03:39 am (UTC)
Hehehe. I knew Soohyun would get in trouble with Kyujong's flowers. :D
Amaranth Pearbuckleapearbuckle19 on May 27th, 2013 07:36 am (UTC)
Yay for:
-healthy interactions for Youngsaeng. He was a contributor to the richness of the original story bringing a very darkly serious and beautiful coloring to the feels.
-Goats, bunnies and exotic flowers. Love it.
-lucky damn desks. I saw porn awhile back where people were used as furniture slaves and interlocked to form surfaces for various types of sex. It was very weird, but has made me realize there are times when I wouldn't mind being a desk.
-update. Tomorrow is very scary for me so am trying to do fun, healthy things today. This was a wonderful start to it all.
TahJae0025tahjae0025 on June 3rd, 2013 03:23 pm (UTC)
are you guys okay? There was no upd8 this weekend....hope nothing bad is going on.....take care of yourselves ^^
saengiephilesaengiephile on June 4th, 2013 12:31 am (UTC)
Apologies, due to a very busy work schedule I wasn't able to post this past weekend. I'll make sure to post on Friday this week /o\;;
TahJae0025tahjae0025 on June 5th, 2013 10:21 am (UTC)
no problem just wanted to make sure you were ok