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Like on the Mischief...
Jun. 5th, 2025 08:36 pmCharacters: Bliss!Mero, Bliss!Hoki, Bliss!Shingo, Bliss!Kusanagi, Bliss!K'
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“Hey, Hoki. I’m bored.”
“Then what do you suggest me to do?” The brunette with a face mask in brown with three white stripes tracksuit asks.
After scratching her head, Kyoko’s look-alike scratches her head and closes her eyes. She frowns as she ponders deeply. “I dunno. Hmm... “
Opening her eyes, the brunette in a matching blue tracksuit adds. “Ah! I know! How about we ask this loser?”
While they observe their new target wearing a headband and a dark blue tracksuit with a white t-shirt inside from the corner of a local convenience store, Mero mischievously smiles. “You know what? She could pay for our lunch. Besides, she has nothing better to do.”
“I dunno... what if she says no or runs away?” Hoki asks while watching Shingomi putting down shopping bags to tie up the loose laces of her sneakers with a zero sense of danger.
Instead of listening to her twin, Mero makes her appearance while keeping her hands in her jacket pockets. “Hey, onee-chan, these look heavy. So, how about you need some help to carry those?”
A familiar voice like that makes Shingomi turn and tilt her head. “Kusanagi-san?”
However, the brunette in a blue tracksuit only keeps her hands in her pockets and raises her eyebrow. “I’m not Big Sis, you silly. But then you bought this for her, right?”
As she picks up the grocery bags, Shingomi becomes confused and cracks a nervous smile. “You’re acting a bit weird, Kusanagi-san. But I think I have to go now. So, excuse me...”
Just as she is about to leave, she senses another person behind her back who grabs her shoulder.
Hoki frowns while keeping a calm face. “Where are you going? You’ll hurt your back carrying such a weight. So, don’t turn our kindness down.”
Realizing that these siblings are her precious mentor’s clones, Shingomi panics. I… Weren’t they gone? What are they doing here?
As Shingomi becomes even more tense and shakes her head, she politely objects. “I’m sorry, but I have to really go now.”
Even if this trio attracts the bystanders’ attention, Mero looks around and responds. “Why are you all looking like that? Our little sister got lost, alright?”
When her eyes are fixated on her twin, she briefly instructs her. “Hoki, hold her tight.”
Upon Hoki locking her arms, Shingomi gasps. “Wha-! What are you doing?”
When Mero grabs the grocery bags, she addresses the poor brunette. “Don’t worry, onee-chan. We’ll take you to Big Sis. So, leave it to us.”
Lastly, she glances at her sibling. “Hoki, make sure she’ll behave until meeting our Big Sis.”
Throwing her arm around Shingomi’s shoulders, Hoki speaks to her. “See? We are even inviting you for dinner. So, you better be thankful.”
Even if she is uncertain where she’ll be taken, Shingomi only clenches her fists and tries to remain calm. Please save me, Kusanagi-san.
However, the very little that this poor gal knows is that her prayers might be answered, even if by someone she least expects.
After some time, reaching an old storage, Shingomi accepts whatever fate awaits her behind the steel door.
After all, even if she attempted to push away and run as fast as her legs allowed, she got caught by one of the twins. More so, after getting pressed to the ground, she was restrained by her own headband.
For now, Mero lowers the grocery bags and knocks on the door. “Big Sis, it’s us, Mero and Hoki!”
Soon enough, the door opens, and the clone in the purple gakuran suspiciously looks at them through the gap.
Noticing they brought an unusual guest, she raises her eyebrow. “What did you get there? We don’t need another mouth to feed.”
“Come on, now, Sakura. Just let us in.” The brunette wearing a blue tracksuit smiles.
When she points with her thumb at Shingomi, she adds. “That onee-chan over there not only was kind enough to offer her food, but she seems to know Big Sis.”
While Sakura remains suspicious, she opens the door wider and turns her head. “Big Sis, Hoki and Mero are saying they brought a person who knows you.”
A moment later, the clone in purple gakuran nods and lets her siblings inside.
Thus, while Mero carries the bags, Hoki slaps Shingomi’s back and prompts her to go into their fortress.
As the heavy door slams, the brunette nearly jumps from the same spot.
Despite that, the twins take her deeper into this place.
Quickly looking around, Shingomi scans her surroundings.
The very first thing that she notices is the lighted-up storage and a huge group of Kyoko’s replicas in different color gakurans or tracksuits are gathered around the person at the end of the storage sitting on her throne and observing her.
That person sitting with one of her legs thrown over the other one in the expensive-looking black leather office chair nearly resembling her adored one and only Kusanagi-san if it isn’t for a few details.
This tanned woman with dark hair and mildly glowing crimson eyes looks down on Shingomi with a rather bored look on her face while resting her head on her knuckle and yawning widely like a large feline.
More so, she wears an open black long coat with rolled-up sleeves, and under it, a medical bandage wrapped around her chest revealing her well-built figure, and dark jeans.
As she continues resting her head on her knuckles, she looks indifferently at Shingomi. “Huh? Who the hell are you?”
When her eyes fixate on the clone in a green tracksuit, she orders. “Sage, take these bags. You know what to do with them.”
The replica in question gets up and nods. “Yes!~”
After Mero hands her sibling the bags, Kusanagi further instructs the twins. “Check if she has anything more valuable.”
As Hoki locks Shingomi’s arms and Mero places her hands on her, the brunette struggles. “What are you doing? Just wait and Kusanagi-san will get you!”
Hearing her own name coming from this girl puts an amused smile on Kusanagi’s face and makes her eyes glow in a brighter crimson. “Eh?~ We barely just met, but you are already fond of me. Who are you, little girl?”
Of course, being touched by someone resembling her idol makes the brunette close her eyes and turn her head away.
However, as soon as the replica in the blue tracksuit is about to pick up her phone from her pants pocket, Shingomi takes a deep breath and kicks into Mero’s chin. “DO NOT TOUCH ME!”
Certainly, grasping her aching jaw while regaining her balance, Mero hisses and growls.
Immediately removing her palm, she raises her fist and lashes out at her new opponent. “You bastard!-”
Meanwhile, Shingomi instinctively shuts her eyes and prepares for the strike.
Before the moment of impact, Mero becomes alert as someone pulls her back by the collar of her jacket. As Kyoko’s look-alike gasps upon being lifted into the air, she remains in shock without moving a single muscle.
“Big Sis?…” Mero whimpers in a small voice.
Thus, everyone’s, including the captured brunette, eyes follow the hand possessing such raw strength and the owner of it.
However, Kusanagi comments with an annoyed look. “Enough. You don’t have to jump on our guest like this. So, watch your Big Sis handle her.”
Lowering Mero like a kitten and releasing her collar, the tanned woman gets close to shrugging Shingomi, who is like a scared little animal.
After bending, she roughly holds the brunette’s cheeks and narrows her gaze.
Cracking a mocking smile, Kusanagi yowls. “When did a puppy grow bold to object?”
Releasing her face, she adds. “Now, tell me your name, puppy.”
However, Shingomi only lowers her head and tightens her lips.
“… You will pay for this.” She murmurs.
Gathering her courage, she lifts her head and declares. “As Kusanagi-san’s number one disciple, I’ll teach you a lesson!”
Clearly, Shingomi’s determined eyes alone are entertaining for the tanned woman, who only loudly laughs at her.
After fixing her hair, Kusanagi stands up and keeps her hands in her jeans pockets, looking down at her. “It was funny at first. But now, you are getting on my nerves. So, how about I’ll show you your place?”
Just when she raises her leg and is about to stomp on her head, a banging on the door and the clone’s voice stops her.
“Big Sis, it’s K’-san.” The clone in a purple gakuran announces.
Lowering her leg, Kusanagi does not have the smartest-looking face and addresses the gatekeeper replica. “Then are you gonna stand like you were kissed? Open the door.”
Meanwhile, Shingomi feels like dodging a bullet, if not melting like jelly in the same spot.
However, hearing another familiar name makes her turn her head. K’-san?... What in the world is happening?
As the clone in the purple outfit opens the iron door, a tanned woman with short silver hair and sunglasses enters the storage. She wears a not fully zipped biker leather jacket, white t-shirt, and ripped jeans.
Meanwhile, Kusanagi gets up and greets her with spread arms and the smuggest look. “Hey, if it isn’t K’-chan? How are you doing?”
While keeping her hands in her jeans, K’ straightforwardly responds. “Just checking whether you or your girls have enough food or anything else.”
Surely, it makes Kusanagi grin. As she approaches her, she rests her palm on the white-haired gal. “That is so considerate of you, you know. However, you won’t believe this – a couple of my girls actually met someone who bought us goods.”
“Do they?” K’ raises her eyebrow.
Suddenly, Shingomi’s voice gets everyone’s attention. “Don’t listen to her, K’-san! These Kusanagi-san’s clones attacked and robbed me!”
Surely, it makes Kusanagi grind her teeth and growl.
When she turns her head, she yells at the top of her lungs. “STAY QUIET, YOU STUPID WOMAN! AND WAIT FOR YOUR TURN!”
However, K’ grips her shoulder with her crimson gloved hand and ceases her further menace. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Kusanagi tilts her head while keeping not the smartest look. “Huh? That little girl over there claims that she is my student or something like that. So, chill and let me handle her, okay?”
The white-haired gal only narrows her gaze and fires back. “Eh? Just what did you want to do with my girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend? That thing?” Kusanagi chuckles and points with her chin at her new plaything.
Meanwhile, K’ turning gaze toward Shingomi startles this poor girl.
For now, she addresses the stressed brunette in an unusually deeper tone. “Come here.”
Despite the confusion, Shingomi doesn’t object and immediately follows the command. After getting to K’s side, the tanned girl wrapping her arm around Shingomi’s waist and pulling her closer bewilders the brunette.
But for now, without removing her eyes from Kusanagi, K’ declares with confidence. “Yeah, she is my girlfriend. Do you have any problem with that?”
However, Kusanagi rests her hands on her waist and narrows her entertained look. “You never mentioned that before. So, how long did you keep it a secret?”
Feeling Kusanagi’s curious eyes on her, the white-haired gal responds. “Is it really that important? Look, you’re scaring her.”
However, the tanned brunette turns her head toward one of her girls. “Mero, grab a bottle of whiskey for me. You know where it is, right?”
“Right away!” This Kyoko’s look-alike nods before rushing to the box row next to Kusanagi’s throne.
Watching Mero opening the box and picking a dark amber-colored bottle, K’ widens her eyes and comments. “You don’t have to go that far.”
The tanned brunette laughs and roughly pats her friend’s shoulder. “Come on, don’t be shy! Just take it as a small gift from me.”
After taking the whiskey bottle from Mero, Kusanagi proudly adds. “So, next time we hang out, bring your puppy girlfriend and I’ll give you my blessings. I can’t believe that our little K’ has grown up so fast~”
Shoving the bottle into K’s hand, Kusanagi orders her. “Come on, I insist.”
Meanwhile, Shingomi clings to K’, who only rolls her eyes and groans. Suddenly, the brunette is startled by Kusanagi looking at her with glowing crimson eyes.
But for now, Kusanagi addresses her in a suggestive tone. “You know, you should have told us earlier that you two are dating and we would have avoided this silly misunderstanding.”
Just before the tanned brunette says anything else, K’ grips her partner’s shoulder. “We’re leaving.”
Despite still not comprehending what is happening, Shingomi entrusts K’ and nods.
Lastly, Kusanagi watches this couple leaving the storage and chuckles. “Fiine~ I’ll give you some privacy. But don’t forget to drink responsibly else you or your little girlfriend may end up hugging the toilet.”
Says who… K’ groans and slams the iron door behind them.
Some time passes by. As the warm orange sunset dyes the sky, one couple sits next to the vending machine outside the convenience store.
Getting up and cleaning the dust from her outfit, Shingomi quickly scans the items inside the vending machine.
Upon inserting a few coins and selecting the wanted items, the brunette waits for them to fall. After picking a couple of coffee cans, Shingomi sits down and hands one to her partner while averting her gaze. “Here.”
However, the white-haired girl gently pushes her hand away. “I’ll be fine. So, you have it.”
Shingomi faces her and lowers her shy gaze. “But you paid for my groceries and you’ve saved me. So, that’s the least I can do to thank you, K’-san.”
Suddenly, the sensation of touching someone’s palm makes the brunette panic and withdraw her hand as it gets burnt. “So-sorry!”
Damn... I’m so screwed! Shingomi stares at her with wide eyes.
At first, K’ tilts her head and gives a questioning look at the brunette, not understanding her out-of-blue reaction. “You’re okay?”
The brunette tightens her lips and averts her gaze. “Er... Um, I didn’t mean to.”
Seeing this stressed-out fellow, K’ calmly asks her. “What are you apologizing for?”
For now, Shingomi shakes her head and straightens her back. “It’s... It’s nothing.”
That’s right, I’m the only one making a big deal out of nowhere. Besides, I may have caused K’-san too much trouble already. The brunette rests her clenched palm on her chest and lowers her gaze.
However, her further thoughts are interrupted by someone’s hand resting on her shoulder.
When Shingomi faces her, ‘K leans closer to her. “Did the clones or ‘Nagi hurt you?”
Clearly, such a close distance confuses the brunette, but she manages to respond in a slightly nervous tone. “Um, not really, just a bit shocked. But that’s about it. So, I’m okay... I think.”
After lowering her shoulders, she adds while rolling the canned coffee in her hands. “It's just... It’s weird how that scary woman claims that she is Kusanagi-san when she is clearly nothing like her.”
As she tightens her lips and frowns, she complains. “I’m not sure why she does that, but for whatever reason, I don’t like it at all. What if she wants nothing but to cause problems like Yagami-san? She even treats you as if she knows you.”
At that moment, K’ can swear that Shingomi looks no different from a whimpering puppy who may just need comfort.
Thus, she throws her around the brunette’s shoulders and brings her closer.
Such an unexpected gesture bewilders Shingomi. “K’-san?”
“Sorry that you have to deal with her. However, next time you get into trouble, call me or Kyo, got it?” ‘K sighs and ruffles Shingomi’s hair.
Meanwhile, the brunette doesn’t mind the given affection, but she knows she shouldn’t push her luck too much.
After all, that is nothing more than a friendly gesture. Even how K’-san acted in the storage infected by her mentor’s clones was nothing more than getting her out of trouble again, right? Definitely, there’s no other reason than that. Or so Shingomi convinces herself and nods.
When she faces her friend, she declares with a strong determination. “But then I also have to train harder so that one day, I’ll be strong enough to protect you, Kusanagi-san and the others!”
Even at a moment like this, the white-haired girl can feel how she skips a heart beat by witnessing Shingomi radiating as bright as a sunshine ball. Perhaps even brighter than the sun.
Nevertheless, she manages quickly to regain her cool.
For now, she sighs and rewards the brunette with more head pats. “Sure, but promise me you won’t go overboard.”
Lastly, she prompts Shingomi who barely understands what just happened. “Anyway, let’s get you home.”
Thus, after getting up, the brunette follows her. Even if she cannot explain why she feels out of the blue craving to cling to K’s arm, she doesn’t dare to ask for permission. Not now. Not when she is afraid to ruin this peaceful moment. Besides, maybe next time... if she won’t forget about it or not have enough courage.
Don't You (Forget About My Love)
Feb. 27th, 2025 09:47 amCharacters: Iori Yagami, Kyo Kusanagi
It is a beautiful evening, and one redhead visits the floral shop. After wondering for a while, Ioriko thinks it is time to let Kyoko know she might be more than serious about her.
After paying for the large bouquet of red roses, Ioriko leaves the shop while daydreaming about the Kusanagi heir’s reaction, and nothing seems to exist for her in this world. At that moment, she feels the warmth in her chest and respires.
On her way, she notices an expensive sports car with darkened glass stopping by the love hotel that Ioriko has bookmarked for tomorrow’s date with her adored Kusanagi and declaring her feelings.
Of course, it’s one of these arrogant men who lures naïve ladies by promising them mountains of gold and then deceiving them. The redhead stops and rolls her eyes.
Noticing a tall, handsome, dark-haired man leaving the car and keeping the door open for his passenger, who looks awfully familiar, freezes Ioriko in the same spot.
Apparently, it’s the same Kusanagi heir that she knows well. However, it’s unusual for her to wear anything feminine, like dresses, high-heels, or even make-up and hair accessories.
So, seeing Kyoko in an azure dress and white coat with a fur collar, gorgeous make-up, and red ground cherry lipstick that her mother probably helped put for her and a snow-white lily hairpin feels unreal like witnessing a princess.
The sight of this charming knight taking the princess’s hand and her nodding makes Ioriko remain dumbfounded, and her fingers and eyelid twitch involuntarily.
Certainly, all the red-haired dreams and the world shattered into tiny pieces as if someone had broken the pink glasses and destroyed that beautiful illusion that blinded her.
When that man wraps his arm around her shoulders and prompts her to go, the brunette’s timid face makes Ioriko lower her head and feel like something painful is stuck in her throat.
Of course, she realizes that eventually, the Kusanagi heir would have followed the orders of her clan and given birth to a new successor.
On the other hand, Ioriko doesn’t understand why she even feels like her heart is clenched and squished just by witnessing the inevitable. The inevitable of her adored Kyoko being taken far away, like where the sun was taken by the forest.
As the couple enters through the glass gate, the redhead clenches her teeth and fists, and her knuckles turning pale from the tension.
Suddenly, she harshly tosses the carefully picked bouquet. “WHORE!”
However, the least she cares about is becoming the center of attention, even for a moment.
As the salty tears run down her cheeks upon spitting a deadly curse that stings harder than any venom, she wipes her face.
Lastly, with her hung head as she has sold her soul and sniffs, she slowly takes her leave until her step fastens and grows into running.
Although her destination is not her cold and unloving apartment. That place can wait until the morning. Besides, no one waits for her there. So, as if anyone notices her missing. Or so Ioriko decides to while on her way to the nearest bar, where she could drown her sorrow and let her restless heart howl.
On the next day, in the Kusanagi’s room. It’s already a night, but no matter how persistently Kyoko calls her partner, there is no response.
More so, it’s not her call is hung or her hearing the polite robot operator telling her that the received is unavailable.
Surely, it doesn’t put her at ease. Right now, she only hugs her knees and deeply sighs while sitting on her bed.
How many times has she called Yagami already? Even her phone lists more than fifteen calls through this day just for this woman.
Kyoko switches the tabs to the messaging app, hoping she missed a notification from her. Unfortunately, aside from the texts from her partner and a few old ones from her disciple or her friends, there is not a single new message from Ioriko.
For now, she crashes out on her bed like a tired cat and hugs her pillow.
When she lowers her gloomy eyes, she murmurs. “I wonder if she is fine… I hope that you’re only busy or leave your phone charging. Please don’t tell me you’re dealing with something difficult on your own again. I won’t call you a stupid woman if that makes you notice me. Just don’t put your life at risk and be safe… That’s all I ask for, Yagami.”
After closing her eyes and tightening her embrace, she picks her phone up and starts typing another text saying ‘If you see this message, please call me ASAP. I need to talk with you about something important.’
Besides, she doesn’t care if she sounds desperate or clingy. All she wants is her partner’s voice. That’s all she asks for. At least, it might be the only thing that could reassure her.
Lastly, she gathers all the prayers to all the gods she could think of and clicks the send button, hoping to receive a response.
After a few more hours of restless night, Kyoko’s eyelids become heavier as she stares at her phone in the night drawer and expects it to vibrate at any time. Thus, without noticing, she falls into a deep slumber.
However, the very little that she knows, her partner may eventually reply, unfortunately for her, not the way she believes or prays for the stars and the moon.
Another day, another unsuccessful attempt to reach Ioriko. Today, instead of long, intense ringing, her calls are immediately rejected, and she hears the same annoying rejection noise.
It doesn’t help the brunette that her text messages failed to be sent and she notices Ioriko has blocked her everywhere they have been connected.
Does she have any issues with me? What’s her problem? As if I ever did anything wrong with her. Or at least not recently. Kyoko holds her chin while anxiously walking in circles in her room.
“I swear… If she also changed her home address, I won’t forgive her!” She bites into the nail of her thumb and narrows her gaze.
With her phone placed in her jeans pocket, she makes a hasty exit from her room.
Dashing through the hallway, putting on her leather jacket and biker’s helmet, Kyoko doesn’t bother to warn her parents before leaving.
That’s right, at the moment, she doesn’t even care about the heavy rain or getting scolded. After all, Yagami might be in great danger. Therefore, she has to save her whether she wants it. Or so the brunette is determined while rotating the motorcycle handlebar and making her steel horse roar like a beast that no natural force can shut down.
However, all it will take is one miscalculated move.
Eventually, on the lonely road, the brunette notices the traffic light switching to the red and immediately pulls the brakes.
As the tires squeal, her steel horse throws her, and she flies forward for a couple of meters.
During that moment, all her life flashes through her shocked amber eyes while she cannot move a single muscle.
Suddenly, she harshly hits the asphalt on her side and grunts.
As she rolls for another couple of meters like a rag doll, she feels like her entire body is beaten like a punching bag.
As soon as she lies on her stomach, the Kusanagi heir painfully groans and shakily pushes herself to half-lie. But her poor attempt at that ends with failure.
Thus, with a loud splashing, her upper body hits the cold ground, and her fingers twitch.
That’s no good! But if I could get into my bike... Kyoko tries to push herself again and turn her head.
Apparently, her steel horse is resting on the side with no damage.
It seems her aching legs refuse to listen to her and make her drop like a baby deer who cannot stand properly yet. Despite that, she realizes that in such a state, she might as well abandon her trustworthy motorcycle and crawl the rest of her way.
But before that, the helmeted Kyoko touches her jeans pocket where supposed to be her phone.
Feeling that her pockets are empty, the brunette gasps.
“Shit!…” She whines and slams her weak fist against the asphalt.
Even if she is left on her own with her beaten body, she refuses to give up and forces herself to stand up while showered by the never-ending rain that soaked her until the last straw.
Several minutes later, trembling like a withering leaf, Kyoko stands on her feet. Thus, while leaning against the nearest building walls and ignoring her wounds and bruises, she wobbles toward Yagami’s apartment.
Some time has passed. Finally, after the longest and most exhausting walk in her life, Kyoko reaches the door of Yagami’s apartment.
When she leans against the wall, she enters the code of the needed apartment and is now greeted by the approving beeping sound.
At least she still lives there. So, wait for me, Yagami.
Before the door locks again, Kyoko gathers her strength to open it and pushes herself inside.
One thing is for sure, she exhales at how this corridor is lightened, dry, and quiet, unlike the gloomy weather outside.
Even if it is dry and the heating is on, the brunette feels her wet clothes are sticking to her like a second skin.
As Kyoko takes a couple of steps like a wobbling shot animal, she leaves the water traces where she goes.
For now, she meets another great challenge. That’s right, a simple and well-known staircase now looks as if it has hundreds of times more unnecessary steps.
Of course, the Kusanagi heir understands she may not climb them in such a state. Neither does she want to disturb the other residents and possibly have them call the police or ambulance on her. That will cause more problems than use for her.
Turning her head, she notices the elevator and decides to use it instead, hoping she won’t encounter anyone apart from one important person.
After pressing the summoning button, the unpleasant cold sensation soaks through her clothes and reaches her skin, making her shakily respire and tremble.
Rubbing her arms does not warm her up, but only drains the gathered water and splashes it on the floor.
Fortunately for her, it takes less than a minute for the elevator to arrive and announce its presence with a beeping.
When she drags herself into it, she leans against the nearest wall and enters the needed floor. Lastly, all that is left is to wait until she reaches her destination.
Finally, the beeping and open elevator notifies her that she is on the right floor where one redhead lives. Without waiting, she gathers her remaining strength to leave it.
Just as the elevator door closes, her knees give up on her, and she pitifully whimpers like a dog.
“Not now… Not until I see you.” The brunette pushes herself to get up while her chest painfully bloats.
However, after forcing herself to walk toward the door of Yagami’s door and harassing the bell button, her vision blackens before passing out.
Unknown time amount passes by.
Eventually, Kyoko regains consciousness and feels something warm and soft wrap around her.
Is it the hospital bed? Did someone call an ambulance? Why?… The brunette wonders with her shut eyes and is surrounded by the darkness.
Aside from that, her head is lighter without heavy luggage, such as her helmet. Did any of the medical staff remove it?
But why is there a wet flannel on her forehead? No professional medic leaves that thing on, right?
For now, as the frustration corrodes her chest, Kyoko shakily opens her eyes and groans.
The first thing that she notices is a blinding bright light on the ceiling that makes her narrow her gaze.
A moment later, she shuts her eyes and shakes her head, accidentally dropping this little piece of cloth.
With a wet noise hitting a carpet, Kyoko rolls on her side and stretches her arm to pick it up.
However, she is stopped by a strict, familiar voice. “Leave it. I’ll tidy this up later.”
When Kyoko lifts her gaze, she notices the red-haired woman sitting behind the coffee table, with her arms and legs crossed on the chair.
Even with the annoyed and unpleasant look on Ioriko’s face alone, Kyoko lowers her shoulders and quietly apologizes.
But for now, the brunette sits and glimpses around. Apparently, she is in Yagami’s living room and resting on her couch, which is covered in a couple of layers of bedsheets and a blanket. More so, she wears the same outfit as before leaving her home.
Despite that, Ioriko lifts her head and narrows her gaze while tapping her upper arm. “What are you doing here? Or did you come all this way to sabotage me, Kusanagi woman?”
Clearly, her ice-cold tone and eyes pierce the Kusanagi heir through her soul. She can swear that Ioriko’s pupils are narrowed like a cold-blood reptile’s, looking down on her victim. And how she might be only missing a split flickering tongue.
Grasping the blanket, Kyoko lowers her guilty eyes and tightens her lips. “What… What are you talking about, Yagami? I just wanted to see you.”
“Now you did. Should I call an ambulance to make you leave my sight?” The redhead responds in a bitter tone.
As Ioriko indifferently picks up her phone from her pants pocket and unlocks it, the brunette’s desperate voice makes her lift her gaze.
“Wait! Urgh…” Kyoko extends her hand toward her. However, her further words are cut by her sore body and piercing pain around her chest.
Although her curling and her face twisting in pain, it doesn’t affect Ioriko.
Now, she browses through her phone without removing her eyes from the screen. “Then, do you prefer I call your fiance? Fine. Just make it quick and tell me that bastard’s number.”
While panting and carefully hugging herself, Kyoko gives a questioning look. “Fiance? What you talking about? You’ve been acting weird recently. Just what happened to you, Yagami?”
Ioriko cracks a sarcastic smile. “You still have some nerves to play dumb, you wicked harpy. Perhaps I should just throw you outside so that neither you nor anyone would bother me.”
After fixing her hair, she turns her head away. “Don’t worry. I did nothing to you while blacked out. Besides, I’m not interested in a taken woman.”
It only makes the brunette even more confused about her unwelcoming behavior.
Upon remembering her date a few days ago, Kyoko averts her gaze and makes a quiet ‘oh’ sound.
When she fixates her guilty eyes on her, she confesses. “About that… As soon as I return home, I wanted to talk about this, but maybe you’ve been too busy to pick it up.”
While resting her head on her knuckle, Ioriko raises her eyebrow. “You are full of yourself, as usual. Why do you think I want to hear how it went or when you are getting married?”
After managing to half sit, Kyoko objects. “You don’t understand me.”
When the red-haired woman facepalms, she gets up and approaches her partner.
After roughly grabbing her t-shirt, Ioriko brings her closer. “This is where you’re wrong. You know what happens when a man and a woman visit the love hotel. So, you won’t fool me. A married woman, but still wanting to fool around with others? Don’t make me laugh.”
The brunette feels her temperature dropping, and she gasps at Ioriko’s words.
When she looks down, she takes a deep breath.
Kyoko rests her palm on her chest and declares with teary eyes. “You’re wrong! If you are thinking that I slept with that man, you are wrong! You stupid idiot! Nothing ever happened between us! He only took to a dinner at the fancy restaurant and gave me the flowers…”
When she covers her face, she sniffs and sobs. “Even if he took me to that place, apologized him to him because I couldn’t do it or force myself.”
Her partner’s pathetic state makes Ioriko narrow her gaze and growl. Despite that, she carefully lowers her down and listens to her story.
Kyoko adds, with no lively light in her eyes. “So, I’m surprised how even after that, he still offered to drive me home. Of course, I knew that Mom and Dad would be upset that their arranged date for me had failed, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them that with this body I’m infertile and won’t be able to physically continue our bloodline. Even if Mom asked me what was wrong, all I could tell her I already like someone else and how I thought if it could kill off my feelings, then I can fulfill my duties as a successor of the clan.”
Without facing her, Ioriko only sits next to her partner and facepalms. “You are really a stupid woman. You know that, right?”
The brunette exhales and whispers. “I don’t care.”
But for now, Ioriko lectures her. “You had a chance to have a bright future that your parents wanted. Even then, you still blew it away. Well, it’s not that it’s like my business. At least thanks to you, I break through the sickness that you blinded me. So, get well and next time we meet, you’ll sing your swan song.”
Just as the redhead is about to get up, she feels arms wrapped around her.
Certainly, it bewilders Ioriko, and she tries to remove her arms from her. “Let me go, you fool!”
“NO!” Kyoko protests while clinging to her.
The redhead only frowns and scolds her. “You stupid woman, where is your pride and dignity that your clan has?”
“I don’t care about that! Just don’t leave me. That’s all I want.” The brunette argues and presses her head against her lower back.
After closing her eyes and respiring, she adds. “Perhaps it’s the divine intervention or retribution for hurting you. So, I’m sorry if I upset you.”
Understanding it is a futile effort to fight her rival in such a state, she turns her head and continues lecturing her. “Tsk. So, you caught my delusion too? You are truly unbelievable. You understand that you will be disowned and punished for seducing women and, on top of that, someone your clan has despised for centuries, right? Even your feelings are fruitless and you will be nothing more than a disgrace.”
Cracking a sarcastic smile and baring her teeth, she adds mockingly. “I can bet that either your parents or any other Kusanagis will lynch me because of how you ended up in such a state and strayed away from the straight path. Unless this is what you have planned all along? Either way, you cannot stay here any longer.”
This remark stings the Kusanagi heir’s heart, and she tightens her lips.
Kyoko remains stubborn and asks in a more serious tone. “Then what do you want me to do to prove to you that I care about you?”
Despite that, Ioriko grinds her teeth and spits out bitter words. “Leave. Weaklings like you disgust me.”
“But you could just simply call the police or ambulance if you didn’t want to see me. Besides, if you really wanted to break up with me, you should just say so before.” The brunette explains in a gloomy tone.
At first, Ioriko chuckles and grins like an idiot. But with her palm, she covers her face and starts laughing like a madwoman.
Kyoko merely sighs, as this behavior doesn’t surprise her, and she waits for her partner to cool down.
Soon, Ioriko bends and holds her head. “You are delusional. How can you break up with someone with whom you’ve never been in a serious relationship or had anything in a first place?”
Despite her partner’s words crushing her, the Kusanagi heir states. “... But you act like you wanted to make a move on me, right?”
Ioriko frowns and facepalms. “It’s not any of your business! Besides, even you wanted to cut it off before it started.”
After picking up her phone, she pokes it at her rival without looking at her. “Here. Just call whoever you want to pick you up.”
A few moments after receiving no response or reaction from the Kusanagi heir, Ioriko closes her eyes and sighs.
The brunette reassures her. “If you want to get rid if me that badly, you should just throw me outside. Don’t worry, I’ll take all the blame.”
Finally, the redhead escapes Kusanagi’s embrace and pushes herself up. “We’re leaving. So, get up.”
Seeing Kyoko lowering her gaze and following the given orders annoys her.
More so, her struggling at the most basic task slowly gets on her nerves and makes her want to throw Kyoko over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
But for now, Ioriko only crosses her arms. “You should stay home if you are sick. However, since you are sick, I’ll leave your bike at your place tomorrow.”
While half sitting, Kyoko cracks a bitter smile. “Good luck searching for it because someone else may already find it. On the other hand, it was still in a fine condition after that asphalt flight.”
“The hell you mean? Or is it just one of your stupid jokes?” The redhead raises her eyebrow.
Kyoko explains while averting her guilty and frustrated gaze. “You can say that after that I lost my phone and couldn’t get on my bike and walked all my way here. So, take it as you wish.”
Realizing what her rival might have been through before getting to her door, she rubs her temples and groans. “You are truly an idiot and trouble-maker woman…”
Narrowing her gaze and clenching her teeth, she adds. “Well, it cannot be helped, then. However, do not think that I’m doing this because you mean something to me. So, don’t get any weird ideas, got it?”
“What are you talking about, Yagami?” Kyoko tilts her head as she watches her partner standing in front of her.
However, just before she says anything else, Ioriko bends and grabs her hand before throwing it over her shoulder.
As the red-haired woman gets up with her, Kyoko does her best to suppress these painful groans.
Even then, Ioriko wraps her arm around her waist without removing her serious look from her. “You’ve been through worse, so you’ll also easily endure this. Then you, finally, be able not to see me for a good time being.”
Of course, Yagami’s change in her heart confuses the brunette.
Nevertheless, Kyoko softens her gaze. You might be using such cruel words and acting like your blood is cold as ice, but I know you are a kind person, Yagami.
While heading toward the corridor, Kyoko is more than certain her partner is making sure that she is comfortable in whatever place she is taking her.
Lastly, she closes her eyes and warmly smiles while leaning on Ioriko.
It is a cloudy night, and the rain has nearly calmed. Although the tension still lingers under the heavy weather.
After Ioriko sits Kyoko in the back seat of her car, she gives her phone to her.
When the redhead closes the door and gets into the driver’s seat, Kusanagi asks. “Why are you giving me this?”
As she stars and revs the engine, she indifferently glimpses at the front mirror. “To call your family, friends or whoever to bring you more of the necessary stuff and know where you are going.”
“Why are you doing this, Yagami?” Kyoko rests her head and turns it.
“You need to be checked if you have any broken bones. And it would be handy if the doctors will check if you haven’t hit your head too hard as well.” Ioriko explains in a mildly irritated tone while driving toward her destination.
After a pause, she adds. “Besides, I’m not interested in taking you down in such a poor state because that would be a cheap and tasteless victory.”
At that moment, the Kusanagi heir only makes a quiet noise. “Oh…”
As the glass cleaners swiftly wipe the front window, Ioriko confesses. “So, I’m doing this not because I have any feelings toward you or care about you, but because next time we meet, you will face me as equal, with of us not needing to hold back.”
“But that is…” The brunette objects. However, she immediately holds back from finishing. It isn’t anything different from how we’ve been before. But this time, you might be giving me a chance in the future, right? If so, then I only need to win you.
Meanwhile, Ioriko raises her eyebrow without hiding her annoyance. “What’s wrong? If you have anything to say, just say.”
The brunette only shakes her head and smiles. “No. Nothing. I just been thinking loudly.”
Ioriko rolls her eyes and exhales while stirring the wheel. “It’s surprising how you can still use your empty head.”
In the end, Kyoko feels comfortable enough to use this as a chance for her partner leaving an open spot for her teasing. Besides, it’s entertaining for her to get any reaction from a genially grumpy woman like her.
Thus, their trip to the hospital became even shorter, and without noticing, they arrived. However, Kyoko senses Ioriko might not bring her flowers or visit her. Despite that, she doesn’t want to force her partner to do anything for her. Besides, she is certain that Ioriko will be waiting for her discharge.
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Something small enough to escape casual notice.
When the Bloody Moon Rises (chapter 12)
Dec. 4th, 2024 07:04 pmTitle: When the Bloody Moon Rises (chapter 12)
Fandom: Togainu no Chi
Pairing: Shiki x Akira
Characters: Akira, Keisuke, Emma, Gwen, Shiki, Nano
Status: Completed (12 Chapters)
Rating: +18 (Smut, suggestive themes, violence)
Summary:
And thus, the silver-haired hunter sets on the new journey. Will he be able to do it?
Read and find out~
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After a couple more rounds, the fearsome vampire lord catches a break.
Who knew that his prized possession had so much hidden stamina to keep him long under his foot? Even Shiki could tell that Akira was doing his best to hold back from going full force.
Of course, it hurts the red-eyed vampire’s pride that his partner doesn’t take him seriously. On the other hand, even if it’s hard to admit, he’s secretly happy to learn that someone as reserved as Akira can be possessive and prone to jealousy.
However, his train of thought is interrupted when his lover throws his arm over his shoulder, pressing his body against his back. The vampire rolls his eyes and murmurs. “What is it? Are you still not satisfied?”
The silver-haired man only nuzzles his neck and closes his eyes. “Can we stay like this for a while?”
When he opens his sleepy blue eyes, he lowers his gaze and adds in a sensible, shy tone. “Besides, you’ve been snuggling like this with no issues in your panther form. So, it shouldn’t make any difference to you now, I think.”
Such a humble request pleasantly surprises Shiki… but he starts to get up nonetheless. “Don’t be a fool. I just don’t want to lie in this mess like an animal.”
Unfortunately for him, his attempt is utterly crushed when a pair of arms wrap around him and his needy partner pulls him close.
“Please.” is all Akira says, nuzzling Shiki again and refusing to let go.
After a brief pause, he adds in a slightly concerned tone, “How else will I know that you’re here and not throwing your life away again? Stay for just a second. That’s all I ask…”
When the dark-haired male turns his head, Akira’s blue eyes seem to be begging him. For sure, the ruthless vampire feels brought to his knees just by that gaze and unable to disobey it.
‘When did you become so clingy?’ The vampire wonders. But for now, Shiki silently groans and replies like a prideful feline. “Hmph. As if I have anything better to do… But only this time. So, don’t get used to it, understood?”
Relieved, the silver-haired male says nothing, and instead he presses a soft kiss to Shiki’s neck before resting his head on his shoulder.
In the end, Shiki returns to his thoughts while being trapped in his lover’s embrace. ‘I swear… Be grateful that I’m in this state, thanks to you. Otherwise, you might be singing a different song.’
After several minutes, Shiki tries to escape from the tight hug and, fortunately for him, succeeds. After escaping, he puts on and fixes his black bathrobe, walking on wobbling legs towards the door.
However, his partner’s voice makes him turn his head. “Wait.”
Akira’s laying on his stomach now, looking slightly concerned, “Will you be alright on your own? Just give me a moment and I’ll help you to walk.”
As the vampire leans against the door and feels the remains of their fight for dominance running down his thigh, he closes his eyes and fires back like a proud cat. “There is no need. Doing something useless like that would be a waste of breath.”
For sure, the blue-eyed male’s stubborn behavior makes him facepalm. After Akira brushes his hair from his face, he sighs. “But you may trip and hurt yourself.”
The dark-haired man’s poker face breaks when his prized possession stands up and picks up a white shirt lying on the carpet, not caring whether it belongs to him or not.
At that moment, the fearsome vampire, Lord Il Re, is like a cornered feline that doesn’t want to be petted. Akira can practically see his lowered panther ears and long tail curled around him, the tip twitching.
But for now, Shiki responds in a mildly irritated tone while his unbothered partner, wearing only a buttoned shirt, approaches him. “You worry too much, idiot. Just wait for your turn. Understood?”
After the silver-haired male takes his hand and throws his arm over his shoulder, he stares at him with demanding blue eyes and whispers. “Please.”
A moment later, the red-eyed vampire turns his head away and admits his defeat. “Do as you wish…”
Akira lowers his shoulders and nods before wrapping his other arm around his partner’s waist and leaving the bedroom together.
Meanwhile, a demon maid with green hair cleans the corridor, dragging behind her a vacuum cleaner whose body is an enormous skull with a hose made of spinal bones.
But she immediately turns it off as soon as she notices Shiki leaning on his lover.
For sure, that view alone bewilders the long-time servant of this castle. After all, it’s her first time in her life-span seeing a ruthless vampire that has never shown any weakness, now so vulnerable and fragile like a rag doll.
Nevertheless, it doesn’t leave the green-haired demon indifferent towards her master. Thus, when she turns off the vacuum cleaner, she addresses this couple with big, concerned eyes while resting her clenched palm on her chest. “Master, are you alright? Are you sick?”
When Shiki turns his head, his exhaustion and annoyance is evident as he narrows his eyes, glaring at the maid for a moment before turning away.
“Did Akira-sama do something to you?” The green-haired demon presses.
At that moment, the red-eyed vampire feels pierced by another sharp knife and lowers his head.
The demon tilts her head to the side and gives a questioning look at him. “Did you hurt him, Akira-sama?”
Akira senses the rising dark, murderous aura surrounding his partner. However, he remains calm and makes a request of the servant: “Can you send someone to tidy the bedroom and prepare the bath for us?”
“Y-yes! Of course!” The green-hair demon bows before running on her way.
After the couple is finally alone, the silver-haired male checks on his partner. Despite Shiki quietly growling, and his eyelid twitching, Akira closes his eyes and sighs. “Let’s go. Besides, weren’t you the one who wanted to go to the bath so badly?”
Thus, he prompts the dark-haired male before continuing the walk down the long corridor.
Some time has passed. Somewhere in the study room, deep in the dark Lord’s Il Re’s library, Akira comfortably rests in the armchair and reads another book from Shiki’s personal library while waiting for his return, unaware of the presence of the Evil One who tormented his lover for years.
Suddenly, the chill air and strangely familiar energy makes the silver-haired male freeze. As he lowers his book, he looks around, but there is no one aside from him, and that brief aura is nothing like Shiki’s.
After he closes his eyes and lowers his shoulders, Akira sighs. “Just be careful, you stupid vampire. I won’t forgive you if you die on me.”
Meanwhile, at the castle’s entrance, a loud banging on the wooden gate echoes through the room, awakening Il Re’s pet snake locked beneath.
The giant, black-scaled reptile lifts its head and opens its mouth, ferociously hissing at the intruders disturbing the peace.
“Silence!” his master says, immediately calming the snake.
The enormous snake lowers its body and flicks its split tongue while patiently waiting for its owner’s command.
Shiki lowers his sheathed blade and closes his crimson eyes, an arrogant smile crossing his lips. “… Not now. Why don’t I greet the guests first?”
When he lifts his head and opens his eyes, he orders the demon servants without looking back. “Take Akira to the underground caverns and make sure he doesn’t leave until I say so. Unlock Slyther’s room as well.”
The group of maids nods, some rushing to the library and a couple of them to the chained door that seals his pet.
‘Hmph. It’s been a while since I had so many human beings coming to my castle.’ The vampire ponders as he approaches the entrance gate with noble elegance.
However, when he opens the door, the smug look on his face fades away upon seeing a familiar couple: a red haired nun and a priest. Not only that, it seems they arrived not alone but brought an enormous group of men wearing white sacred hooded cloaks as well.
As the wind ruffles Emma’s sleeve like a waving flag, she politely greets the vampire lord. “Good evening. Ah, and what an honor we have earned to be greeted by Count Il Re himself.”
Wasting no time, the red-eyed vampire looks for a specific item in his pocket and upon finding it, tosses it at the redhead servant of God.
Fortunately, Emma’s reaction is quick, and she catches the cross at her and keeps it close to her chest while listening to the vampire’s indifferent speech. “If you came to pick up the boy you sent to take me down, leave. He was a waste of my time.”
Just as Shiki is about to shut the gate, a foot steps in, and the dark-haired priest holds onto the door without removing his eyes from the nocturnal creature.
Gwen narrows his eyes grip firm on the door.
“Father, you can let it go.”
Emma’s voice makes him turn his head. A moment later, she addresses the fearsome Count Il Re: “Not so fast, vampire. There’s something that you can do for us. So why don’t we talk?”
As she smirks like a viper, she adds, “Or would you prefer to be finished here and now, along with your servants, while we inspect this den of unholy creatures?”
Not even a second passes before the men in robes raise the holy relics, aiming at Shiki.
The noble creature of the night indifferently stares and respires. Hmph. They think they can threaten me with cheap toys? What a bunch of pathetic worms.
“Either way is fine by us. So what do you say, Count Il Re?” Emma continues.
However, the noble creature of the night keeps his stoic stance while leaning against the door. “Leave. I have no interest in fighting weaklings.”
“Neither we sending the Inquisitors to take care of one pesky, arrogant vampire. But there is someone else in this castle that must be retrieved dead or alive at any cost.” The stubborn, red-haired nun fires back with confidence.
Suddenly, the ice-cold and powerful presence of one certain dark entity, sends the bad shivers and makes Shiki widen his eyes. While he grips his arm, he wonders. ‘Shit… and of all times for him to show up. However, I won’t let him steal what belongs to me.’
He grips his katana and with his thumb pushes the sheath down, revealing the naked blade. He doesn’t remove his crimson eyes from the army of his enemies.
But Emma doesn’t give in to her opponent’s intimidation, “You aren’t leaving us much choice. If the only way to get to him is through you, so be it.”
Shiki takes another step and leaves through the door, he turns his head and gives a firm command to his loyal pet. “Slyther, come. Tonight, you can feast as much as you want on these vermin!”
And with these words, the large black snake bursts from its room and outside.
But before he or his snake can advance, knives from above cut through the air and stab one of the cloaked men. Shiki glances at one of the windows.
“Master, please let us take care of them!” The reserved blue-haired maid with the blue eye patch shouts from a window, another set of knives glinting between her fingers.
More so, there are several other demon maids on the roof with their folded wings, long sharp nails, and lashing tails that are ready to shred anyone who threatens their precious master’s life. On top of that, an army of armored knights surrounds the holy men.
As soon as the battle breaks out, Shiki rushes into the castle, sensing the Evil One getting close to the Inner Quarters. ‘He won’t run away this time!’
Meanwhile, in the study room, the sound of a door slamming in the distance makes the silver-haired male lift his head.
“Young Master, there is no time to waste! You must follow me!” the green-haired demon swiftly flies across the library without hiding her genuine concern.
Placing the book on the table, Akira stands and tilts his head to the side. “What happened?”
The concerned demon maid only folds her wings and presses her intertwined fingers against her chest with her lowered long pointy ears and big pleading eyes. “There is no time to explain. We have to hurry before it’s too late, Young Master!”
“Where is Shiki? Did something happen to him?” The silver-haired male asks.
The green-haired demon lowers her darkened face and immediately takes his hand. “Please listen to me. Master is fighting hard to protect you and everyone in the castle and told me to take you somewhere safe. I’ll drag you by force if needed.”
“Take me to him.” Akira orders shortly.
After a brief pause, he adds in a confident tone, “Your master may take more than he can handle and I cannot allow him to die. Or are you okay with whoever overthrows him and becomes your new master?”
“Akira-sama...” The demon maid only stares in disbelief. When she releases his hand, she softens her gaze. “As we speak, Master should be getting closer to the garden in the inner quarters.”
Akira closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”
Wasting no time, he heads towards the exit of the library.
Meanwhile, the green-haired demon maid bows and bids farewell. “Please be careful, Young Master.”
‘... Because Master needs you more than ever.’ she thinks to herself while watching the blue-eyed male slowly disappear from her sight.
After several minutes, Akira reaches his destination. However, he is shocked upon noticing the distorted scenery of once flourishing flora, plant monsters, and the ruined wings of the golden goddess statue on the top of the center fountain. It was as if a powerful beast had been looking for something. Even the crimson full moon in the sky only observes and illuminates this scene for the final act.
A few moments later, after shaking his head and fixing his hair, he steps deeper into the ruined garden. Step by step, until he gets close to the enormous fountain, and sees an unknown male figure.
He was sure he had never seen this man before in his life, but Akira had a strange feeling that they had met before, if not in this world, then in another one and another time.
The blonde man might be another vampire hunter, but that doesn’t scare Akira. He instinctively approaches the mysterious stranger, as if is drawn to him by invisible strings.
However, the cracked tiny stone under Akira’s foot and the man immediately turning back alert him and make him step back.
Meanwhile, the stranger with pale skin silently stares at him with his glowing purple eyes and a calm, robotic look.
“Who are you?” The blue-eyed male asks carefully.
The man doesn’t say a word, and it’s impossible to read his face.
Undeterred, Akira continues his interrogation, “Answer me. Is this your work?”
The light-haired man only turns his head and lowers his gaze.
After slowly blinking, he returns his gaze to Akira, moving closer to him.
Just as he lifts his extended arm towards the blue-eyed male, the click of a blade makes them both look back.
The bloody, red moonlight illuminates the dark vampire lord and his trustworthy katana blade pointed at his enemy.
When Shiki bares his fangs and wrinkles his nose, he growls like a feral beast while his red eyes glow with the hellish fury. “You won’t escape this time, you bastard!”
Akira could swear he had never seen such pure rage in his partner. His cold, murderous energy alone could kill an ordinary person on sight.
Meanwhile, the purple-eyed male keeps his stoic look and lowers his arm.
When he presses it close to his chest pocket, he narrows his indifferent gaze and comments in a monotonic voice. “You are still alive?”
After closing his eyes, he turns his head towards the silver-haired male and comments. “You… You are also tainted by the same black color as him.”
For sure, his long-time arch-nemesis ignorance continues boiling Shiki’s primal hatred for the nocturnal creature that once stripped his pride. Even the scar on his chest aches by his sight alone.
When he prepares to launch himself at the light-haired male with the heavy slash, something small and sharp rapidly flies past him.
As the crimson liquid runs down the noble vampire’s cheek, he hisses through his bitten teeth and freezes into the same spot.
Suddenly, Akira’s arms drop, and he calls his partner’s name. “Shiki!”
Before he steps in, the same sharp item bounces off the wall and flies near him. But it doesn’t freeze him in the same spot as the stern male voice announcing. “Halt!”
Apparently, that voice belongs to the preserved dark-haired priest.
As he catches the ricochet gem in his gloved palm, the red-haired nun steps forward and holds the bullwhip close to her chest. “You can no longer run away from us. Give up now.”
Seeing two familiar faces from the past shocks the silver-haired male. All he can do is silently say. “You two…”
“Hand over to us Premier Nicole and Null Nicole and we’ll make sure the Ordinary will take care of them. Your death will be also instant, if you cooperate with us, vampire.” Gwen addresses the noble ruler of the night and ready to unleash his weapon at any moment.
“Hmph. There is no need of him, Father.” The redhead curves a smile like a viper.
As she points the whip at Akira, she narrows her gaze and explains. “Haven’t you sensed yet? He is no longer human. Besides, he already served his purpose of luring Nicole. That’s why I can finally put them down before the church gets them.”
Meanwhile, Shiki lowers his sword and studies this couple that he temporally forgets about his arch-nemesis, who is apathetic to what is happening.
Gwen’s poker face finally cracks, and he addresses his mission partner. “Emma!… That’s not what we agreed! Are you disobeying the given orders? Are you aware of what happens to you if they discover you betray them?”
As something painful stuck in his throat, he continues. “I knew something was off about you before this mission started… I should have reported about you to the Ordinary before it was too late.”
Suddenly, his words are interrupted by the crack of a whip, and he yells in pain. “Gaah!…”
After Emma unleashes another heavy strike, she kicks him until his body hits the ground.
When the redhead nun bites her lip, she closes her eyes and confesses. “As if I ever cared about it! These church fools can do whatever they want, but I won’t let anyone stand in my way. Not until I put these two out of their misery caused by these heartless religious freaks!”
“That’s too bad that you betrayed me as well. Good bye...” Emma says with a bitter smile, tightening her whip around Gwen’s neck until he finally gasps his last breath.
Loosening her trusted weapon and lowering it, she faced the purple-eyed male, approaching him with an unusually concerned tone. “I’m only doing this to shield you from those awful men who twisted you into a monster.”
Upon remembering their last encounter, she feels a phantom pain and grasps the hollow sleeve of her tunic. “That’s why, for your own sake, I have to end this here, Nano.”
Just when she gets close to the light-haired blond and lowers her shoulders…
Suddenly, she widens her eyes and groans as this man’s hand pierces her chest like a sharp blade.
After Nano withdraws his smeared with bright red blood elbow, he indifferently stares at the redhead nun falling on her knees like a rag doll with cut strings.
Emma looks at him with her pitiful big eyes while her trembling lips whisper a few mute words before collapsing and sinking into the world of never-ending darkness.
After an intense pause, Shiki breaks the deadly silence and fixes his hair. “Now, it’s your turn.”
With these words, he charges at his opponent, who only cracks a mocking smile.
However, the dark-haired male becomes alerted by slashing a thin air and his arch-nemesis standing behind him.
Fortunately for him, he dodges the fatal claw strike.
Calmly, Nano observes the dark-haired swordsman, who nervously gulps and points his trusty weapon at him.
“You have fangs and claws, but you still cannot use them. Creatures like you don’t survive long in nature. You are still -” The blonde comments.
His words are immediately cut off by Shiki’s aimed stabbing strike.
However, his attack is evaded.
A moment later, the purple-eyed male sends a powerful punch into his guts, making him gasp and twist his face in agony.
Meanwhile, Akira watches as the blonde grabs Shiki by the throat and lifts him as if he was a small animal captured by an apex predator.
Even so, his body starts moving on its own, and he sneaks to pick up his partner’s dropped weapon.
The red-eyed vampire narrows his gaze and hisses as the grip around his neck tightens, accompanied by a faint cracking noise.
Even if he understands his demise is near, he refuses to let this sadistic creature enjoy his suffering or struggle in vain.
Without removing his eyes from the vampire, Nano extends his sharp nails and aims at his target’s belly.
Lastly, he announces in the same monotonic, lifeless voice. “Do not fear. I’ll set you free from this pointless existence. You won’t even notice it, vampire.”
The very little that he knows, the real threat to him is closer than he thinks.
Without Nano suspecting him, the silver-haired male with flaring blue eyes right behind him with his shining blade reflecting the crimson moonlight.
One sudden move and Shiki’s katana penetrates his chest, making him drop the original owner of it.
Even so, Nano lowers his gaze and indifferently stares at how his brown coat soaks with a dark liquid and the tip of the bloody blade.
“Ah...” the light blond sighs as if it is a small inconvenience to him.
After Akira pulls out the katana, he tilts his head and declares with a strong determination. “I have no idea who you are or what you need from me. However, I will not care if you are a demon, human, or the god himself. Dare to touch this man, and I’ll send you to the netherworld.”
Nano slowly turns towards the silver-haired male and takes a step closer to him while his purple eyes start glowing in various spectrum colors.
In the meantime, Shiki picks up his other sword and addresses his long-time enemy. “It’s not over yet. So, face me, you coward!”
However, the purple-eyed male ignores him yet again and focuses on Akira.
Surely, it annoys the dark-haired swordsman, and he lowers his darkened face.
As the murderous aura grows stronger with each second that makes Akira step back, Shiki addresses his partner while containing his primal rage. “Stay back and do not interface. It’s between him and me.”
When he lowers his katana, he rushes at his opponent and unleashes the heavy upward slash.
At that moment, Akira observes this as if time had frozen around them and Nano facing Shiki and accepting his fate.
Hell, he can swear that he could hear Nano whispering while putting on a victorious smile. “I won...”
Slash! The blond man’s head flies into the sky and as the bloody fountain splashes from his neck, his body harshly hits the ground.
A second later, Shiki falls to his knees and, as he deeply breathes, he lowers his head. “It’s over...”
The red-eyed swordsman covers his face with his palm and his chuckle growls into laughter. “It’s finally over!”
As he holds the corpse of the fallen enemy, he lifts him by his upper arms and brings him close to him.
Even Akira feels the bad shivers down his spine when the madness glows in these red glowing eyes with madness.
However, when Shiki opens his mouth and reveals his sharp fangs, he is about to sink them into the cut neck...
Suddenly, the silver-haired male acts upon the instincts.
After clenching his palms into fists, he approaches his partner and bends down.
As the harsh, loud slap echoes across this area, he pushes the dead body away from the reckless vampire and roughly grabs Shiki’s shoulders.
While the red-eyed vampire is dumbfounded and feels his pulsating, aching cheek, he keeps his bewildered look and respires.
When Akira lowers his head and bites his lower lip for a couple of moments, he lashes out at his partner. “Look at yourself! You already won. You finally set your score. That man is already dead and you are still not satisfied? Just why?... WHY ARE YOU STILL OBSESSED OVER HIM AND WANT TO KEEP HIM LIVE INSIDE YOU?!”
After shakily exhaling, he confesses. “I hate it. You should have killed me while you could, you fool... However, now, I won’t let get dragged together to whatever hell that man went... Even if that will take an eternity, I’ll make you forget that man and look only at me, no matter what it takes.”
These words spark the excitement in the noble creature’s of the night eyes and he curves a satisfied smile.
“How are you... Nevermind. Do what you wish...” He closes his eyes and replies.
When he rests his palms on his partner’s shoulders, he opens his eyes and adds. “Let’s go. The battle is over, but there is a lot of work left, thanks to these pesky invaders.”
After both stand up, Akira follows Shiki to wherever he might lead him.
Yet the dark-haired male is briefly surprised by his partner holding into his hand and gently tightening his grasp.
In the end, he turns his head and listens to Akira’s full-hearty confession. “I’m not letting you go. Not this time, not ever in the future.”
Not only these words but also these blue faithful eyes make even a ruthless vampire blush and turn his head before his partner used it as his chance to either tease him or point out the obvious.
Nevertheless, deep inside, he wouldn’t mind it. After all, Akira keeps proving that he is more than worthy of standing by his side for the rest of eternity.
Voices from the Endless Night
Oct. 24th, 2024 05:58 pmTitle: Voices from the Endless Night
Fandom: Togainu no Chi
Pairing: Shiki x Akira
Summary:
[This story is set after the Cat and Mouse ending aka Shiki's ED2 (the PSP/PS2 version)]
As Shiki wanders the in the cold, Toshima's streets after an unsuccessful hunt for Nano, the line of dead bodies piques his feline curiosity. He understands that might be a trap. Nevertheless, he takes the risk with the hope that at the end of the chain of corpses, something far more interesting waiting for him...
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Another day, another target has been taken down. Besides, it’s nothing more than a dull part of one red-eyed swordsman that helps him to kill some time and finish another day. Thus, day by day - the same process all over again - rinse and repeat.
Only the desire to encounter and defeat That Man, who has shown him true madness, has driven Shiki to live and become strong. Or at least it was his only motivation and fuel for years until one silver-haired Igura player sparked something in him.
Of course, he could have simply killed that arrogant young man who brought the combat knife into the deadly streets of Toshima, in the same spot as another small fry or Rein user. However, these blue eyes... These ice-blue eyes alone told that he had nothing to lose, yet wouldn’t give up that easily. More importantly, his mind was sharp, and his eyes were clean, unlike these disgusting drug addicts. Perhaps letting him go off the hook that time wasn’t a mistake.
When they met again under the heavy rain when Akira was at his worst, the dark-haired male could have ended his misery and finished his little friend, who tried mocking him. Nevertheless, he put his katana away and let that disgusting Rein addict disappear in the rain.
However, just as he was stretching his hand and about to make the silver-haired male into his new pet, the harsh slapping made Shiki widen his crimson eyes and freeze in the same spot. Apparently, Akira dared not only to reject his offered hand but also stared at him with indignant blue eyes and silently growled at him.
The red-eyed swordsman could have unleashed his trustworthy blade and punished him. On the other hand, such an unexpected gesture thrilled him and made him more interested in this fighter. Yet again, he let him live but, this time, looking forward to their other encounter.
A few days have passed. Shiki wondered why he held back from finishing some amateur young man like Akira. Even how the blue-eyed male had survived that long without a single scratch in this dangerous place with no rules was a mystery to the ruthless Grim Reaper of Toshima.
‘That guy was a walking enigma…’ Shiki was telling himself after being unable to figure out why he could not let his katana stain with Akira’s blood. It was as if he sensed a hidden potential in that young man that must be triggered in the hard way.
Although, he knew - he’d return to him on his own as a dog to his owner’s side, even if he still didn’t realize that. It was only a matter of time. The red-eyed swordsman reminded himself while sitting on his Il Re throne, impatiently waiting.
Fortunately, that day, luck was on his side, and Akira returned to him but to face him as an aloof challenger. Even then, fate had played tricks on Shiki, and along with the war breaking out, he learned that the silver-haired male was connected to That Man to nullify his blood effect. Therefore, he had a reason to kill someone so closely related to that creature that humiliated him years ago.
When he was that close to staining his blade with Akira’s blood, he announced it was not worth his time and would chase after That Man. However, the very little that he knew that his question of whether he’ll get to That Man or Akira may get him, would fuel the silver-haired male’s desire to become strong and be his new life goal.
The days have passed and turned into weeks, which became months. However, Miss Fortune had brought them together again as the deadliest rivals, who clashed their swords as equals without holding back.
Despite that, a sword battle after a sword battle would always end the same way of fighting for their dominance in bed. At this point, it was impossible to decide whether the thrill of Death tapping their shoulder when they fought was the reason that kept bringing them back or instinctively yearning for each other’s body warmth and intimacy.
Eventually, that didn’t matter anymore to them. After their last encounter, Akira has proven that he might be worthy of staying by Shiki’s side and becoming his partner-in-crime or even someone more.
Back to the presence. Today Shiki’s search for Nano’s whereabouts had led to nowhere as That Man has disappeared into the dark night. Naturally, he gets frustrated and facepalms while grinding his teeth.
But for now, as he remembers about his partner, he sighs and fixes his hair.
‘Perhaps he still peacefully resting in the hotel room. Besides, even by the time I return, he would be still sleeping like a log.’ Shiki assumes as he imagines Akira curling under the blanket and slumbering like a dog after getting tired by waiting for his owner.
Unfortunately, his further thoughts are interrupted by the screech of the feral crackhead, who charges at Shiki with the heavy baseball bat strike.
Despite that, the red-eyed swordsman isn’t confused and closes his eyes. After gripping the handle of his trustworthy weapon, he moves his thumb to the sheath and reveals the shiny, naked blade.
One sudden movement, and as the crimson liquid spills like a fountain, that man screams out before harshly hitting the ground.
After wiping his katana with the tissue, Shiki tosses the stained tissue on the fresh corpse before continuing his way to his rented place.
An hour has passed. As the dark-haired male wanders in the empty streets, illuminated by the platinum moonlight, something catches his eye. Apparently, if it was only a single dead body, he may ignore it, as it’s nothing significant.
More importantly, there is another corpse just a few steps away from this one that is followed by a line of dead men. Of course, it would be much wiser to dismiss them and mind his own business. After all, who knows where it can lead if not making one join this grotesque chain?
On the other hand, what if it might be some sick joke of That Man? Or something that may entertain him? The dark-haired male decides and curves a satisfied smile.
After a while of following the line of slain men, Shiki reaches an old, abandoned shopping district, where one silver-haired male grasps his victim’s neck with his hand while the other holds his katana and points at its target.
At that moment, nothing seems to exist in this world for the blue-eyed assassin – only him and his prey, who barely show any signs of struggle. Even the mild breeze is afraid to disturb the eery silence.
Suddenly, Shiki’s footsteps alert Akira and make him turn his head toward the source of this noise. But for now, he stares at his partner with his wide blue eyes that reflect the moonlight like sapphires and whispers. “Shiki…”
The red-eyed swordsman approaches him gracefully, akin to a confident feline exploring unfamiliar grounds while concealing his arrogant expression. “Hmph. Just leave you alone for a moment and you cause trouble.”
It makes the silver-haired male only close his eyes and turn his head away. “It’s your fault.”
A second later, he stabs the wounded man and slits his guts. As his intestines loosely drop, Akira releases the target like a dirty rag. After cleaning his blade and letting it rest in the sheath, he closes his eyes and addresses him while hiding his irritation. “You went after Nano, didn’t you?”
When Shiki gets close to him, he wraps his arm around his waist and studies his partner’s face. After receiving no verbal response, Akira takes his silence, and these narrowed, bloody red eyes as his answer.
‘Of course, you did, you fool…’ The silver-haired male thinks while he places his gloved palms on Shiki’s chest and grasps his t-shirt.
Yet the dark-haired male doesn’t miss his chance to tease his prized possession. “What is it with you? Did you really get bored without me?”
When Akira lowers his gaze, he briefly explains. “I heard these men were planning to kill you. So, I had no choice but to take down one after one before they got you. That’s it.”
Such a response makes Shiki delightfully smile. After silently respiring, he gently holds Akira’s chin and tilts his head. Even if the preserved silver-haired swordsman keeps his poker face, his upset and worried blue eyes reveal his true colors.
When the dark-haired male narrows his gaze, he comments while keeping his serious face. “You’re terrible at lying or hiding anything. So, there must be something more to you, lining these bodies like that.”
After he cracks a mocking smile, he adds. “As if you wanted me to follow you.”
That’s it! It is the last drop of Akira’s patience. Finally, he holds onto Shiki’s long leather coat and pushes him against the nearest wall.
When he corners his partner, he backfires without holding back his frustration. “You still don’t get it… Go and figure out by yourself!”
Meanwhile, Shiki doesn’t remove his eyes from his partner and momentarily allows him to do as he pleases. Even when the silver-haired male grabs his t-shirt and brings him closely, he is unbothered.
After shakily exhaling and nervously swallowing the saliva, Akira places his palms on Shiki’s cheeks. “You may have a bullet stuck in your head without noticing and yet you are still overly obsessed over some man of your past. I hate it...”
Lastly, after a brief pause, he whispers. “I’ll make you look only at me, Shiki.”
Just when Shiki is about to escape from his partner, he immediately widens his eyes at how Akira grips his wrists and presses them against the concrete wall. Nevertheless, he keeps his smug feline-like look and closes his eyes. “Hmph. Aren’t you allowing yourself a bit too much?”
Instead of giving in to his provocation, the silver-haired male only parts his legs with his lifted knee while observing him. “Think as you wish...”
Even if his posture remains stoic, these blue, unsatisfied eyes alone warned that he won’t let this dark-haired male go. But for now, Akira closes his eyes and tiptoes enough before gently pressing his lips against his partner’s.
At first, such an innocent kiss doesn’t amaze the red-eyed swordsman, even if, a couple of seconds later, he can feel Akira’s tongue parting his lips. Even so, he invites the silver-haired male inside, knowing he’ll defeat him for the nth time.
As he expected during their battle for dominance, the blue-eyed swordsman already makes these adorable whims while catching for breath, and his cheeks dyed in the lovely tone of pink.
‘That’s was far too easy~’ Shiki ponders and chuckles like already claiming his victory by a mere deep kissing. Unfortunately for him, when he tries to shake off his hands, Akira grips him tighter.
‘Tsk. He is really stubborn… As if I let you get away with it. I’ll remember it.’ The dark-haired male wonders as his partner sits him down while continuing their passionate kiss.
After sitting on his knees and withdrawing his blushing face from his partner, Akira stares at him with ignited eyes and confesses while intertwining their fingers. “I’ll burn it into your memory and your body to whom you belong.”
From his partner’s shaky palms alone, Shiki can tell that he is only bold by using words. Besides, he could use it to his advantage and get his rematch by showing no mercy. On the other hand, giving Akira a false sense of being in charge might be far more interesting.
The red-eyed swordsman only turns his head away and lowers his gaze. “Just get down into the business before I changed my mind.”
These words thrill the silver-haired male. Nevertheless, he understands that he cannot lower his guard. After all, Shiki may have a trick or two under his sleeve and will strike when one least expects.
“You better not try anything funny…” Akira addresses him before lowering him onto his back. When he sits on top of him, he unbuckles and removes his belt. “Lift your hands.”
However, Shiki’s mocking look and unusual obedience make him slightly frown and briefly lower his head.
After fixing his hair, Akira adds. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. Not this time.”
Lastly, he leans closely and ties up the red-eyed swordsman’s pinned wrists. Meanwhile, Shiki only observes the silver-haired assassin fixing his back and removing his long leather gloves.
Even when his partner places and spreads his palm under his t-shirt, the dark-haired male doesn’t remove his eyes from him and makes an adorable sigh.
After exposing Shiki’s abs and chest, Akira momentarily silently admires his well-built body before lowering his curious eyes to his belt and his lower regions.
Despite realizing where this is going and how he may not escape from being held by the silver-haired male, Shiki refuses to resist. After turning his head away, he carefully closes his eyes. Besides, it was only a matter of time before Akira would want to top him.
To think of... It is the second time in the red-eyed swordsman’s life that he is being embraced while being surrounded by a sea of dead bodies. The only difference is that instead of the hellish battlefield and never-ending flame and gunshots, tonight is a serene night accompanied by the stars and the platinum full moon.
More so, instead of being trapped under the awakened sadistic beast’s claw and unable to end his own life because he was forced to endure that suffering and humiliation by the same man who was the embodiment of madness and destruction, he now voluntarily surrenders to the nullifier of his enemy.
No matter how difficult it was to swallow his pride to admit it, what if all this time he was slowly getting attached to this dearly prized possession and accepting him but not the other way around as he thought? What if, tonight, Akira is the one who is sparing him and detoxifying him? Who knows?…
In the end, all Shiki can do is make lewd noises and cries that don’t feel as if they belong to him, while his partner keeps calling his name in such a sensual way as trying to reach out to him and roughly penetrating him.
After a while, a couple of swordsmen sit closely while the moonlight shines on them. But for now, Akira leans close and rests his head on Shiki’s shoulder without disturbing this peaceful moment.
Even if earlier, the dark-haired male refused his help to get clean or get dressed like a proud feline and did it by himself, Akira was amazed that he didn’t point his blade at him or slap him.
Suddenly, he makes a small whimper as someone places his palm on his head. A second later, the blue-eyed swordsman blissfully narrows his gaze and allows his partner to stroke his hair. When he grasps the large silver cross on Shiki’s chest and doesn’t let go, he hopes from the bottom of his heart that this reckless man will stay by his side for a bit longer.
Meanwhile, the dark-haired male only closes his eyes and sighs at his partner’s needy side. In the end, Shiki pulls Akira into a tight hug and addresses him in a purring-like voice. “What am I going to do with you? Well, it cannot be helped…”
Instead of saying anything, the silver-haired male only silently nods and rubs his cheek against his shoulder.
Notes:
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Girl Psychopath
Oct. 18th, 2024 06:13 pmCharacters: Iori Yagami, Kyo Kusanagi, Kusanagi (King of Fighters), Kyo-1, Kyo-2
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Soon enough, the Kusanagi heir regains her consciousness… and perhaps not in the most pleasant way one would expect. Apparently, somebody is poking her cheek, and strangely familiar voices are talking about something between themselves.
“Hey, hey, look! She is waking up.” One of the female voices comments while continuing to poke her with her finger.
“Oi, be careful! What if she’ll jump on you?” The other voice responds.
Thus, Kyoko, finally, shakily opens her eyes while groaning. However, as soon as she notices countless clones are gathered around her while studying her like some picked fallen stray animal, she becomes alert and tries to get up.
Unfortunately, her attempt ends with failure, and she whimpers. A second later, she turns her head and realizes that her hands are tied behind her back, not with a simple rope but with a sturdy metal wire. More so, her ankles are restrained by the same material.
Upon quickly scanning her surroundings, she guesses she might be brought into an old, spacious storage, which is outside the city. But for now, Kyoko narrows her eyes and frowns. “I thought you were all gone… Just where am I and why did you bring me here?”
As she glares at her look-alikes, a couple of braver versions of herself step in. One in a blue gakuran uniform keeps her hands in her pants pockets and bends.
After a brief pause, she gives a watchful gaze. “Eh? And that’s the first thing you have to say? No hi or thank you. You’re rude, Onee-chan!”
Yet, the voice of the clone in the brown uniform next to her makes her fix her posture. “You know, you shouldn’t lower your guard, Mero. She really behaves how Big Sis described the Original.”
“No shit, huh? But she acted too casually for any of us around these people. Besides, I could swear that she had That Thing. So, there is no mistake…” So-called Mero addresses her twin.
After closing her eyes and scratching her chin, she holds it and adds. “Hey, Hoki, we should keep her like this until Big Sis returns.”
However, the sudden banging on the iron gate makes all the clones lift their heads and look in that direction. Thus, one look-alike in purple rushes to the gate and asks. “Who... Who is there?”
“Who, who? It’s your Big Sis~ So, open the door.” The menacing yet chill voice speaks up.
Thus, this clone unlocks the well-protected gate and invites the mysterious person in.
Just as the familiar tanned brunette with crimson eyes wearing dark blue jeans, a bust covering several layers of snow-white bandage and an open leather jacket enters her lair, her intimidating presence alone makes Kyoko widen her eyes and gasp.
More importantly, she carries something behind her back. Without further ado, Kusanagi throws a heavy-looking large sack on the floor with a thud noise and leaves it resting against the wall. “Here. You should have enough food for tomorrow.”
A few moments haven’t passed, and a couple of Kyoko clones rush at their Big Sis brought goods and take them out before moving and placing them in the enormous closet at the end of the storage.
But for now, ‘Nagi raises her eyebrow and rests her palms on her hips while staring at her girls surrounding one restrained and struggling brunette. “What did you get there?”
When her gaze turns to the twins in blue and brown, she makes them immediately fix their backs and look at her with obedient eyes. “Hoki, Mero! … Don’t tell me you two brought another one of you.”
After she closes her crimson eyes and rubs her nape, she sighs. “I swear… She probably just got lost, and you are already treating our new family member like this.”
“But, Big Sis, you must see it by yourself!” Mero objects while making big eyes and places her hand on her chest.
“That’s right! The way she lashed out at us… We had to defend ourselves, even if she might be the Original.” Hoki responds.
For sure, such an honest confession puts a smug feline look on ‘Nagi’s face, and she crosses her arms. “Hoo~ Ye better be not lying, ‘cos then I would have to punish you.”
After she fixes her hair, Kusanagi approaches their caught-up little prey, who only stares back with her stubborn amber eyes and silently growls at her.
When Kusanagi gets close enough, Hoki gets behind Kyoko’s back and lifts her until her upper body rests on her lap, while Mero grabs the hem of her t-shirt and exposes her stomach. “Here. There is no mistake that she might be Original. She even has That Thing too.”
Of course, such a gesture bewilders the Kusanagi heir, but all she can do is endure this humiliation and not let them enjoy her suffering.
At the moment, ‘Nagi only squats closely to the indignant brunette and holds her chin while squinting her eyes. After lowering her gaze, she delightfully smirks at the spotted belly button. “You’re right… That’s the same good-for-nothing original.”
As Kyoko’s eyes and the tanned brunette’s one meet up, her heart skips a beat. When she turns her head away, Kusanagi roughly holds her cheeks and forces her to look at her.
“What’s the matter with you? Did a cat get your tongue? Hey, say something.” The tanned brunette addresses her with a strangely sleepy look while her other hand grasps her partner’s shoulder.
Instead of saying anything, the Kusanagi heir closes her eyes and remains silent.
Such a reaction entertains ‘Nagi and makes her chuckle. “Being shy, eh?”
After a brief pause, she taps her new plaything’s cheek. After lifting her eyes, she commands the twins while keeping a poker face. “Hoki, Mero, I’ll take her over from there. You two, keep your home safe while I’m gone, okay?”
“Y-yes!” a couple of Kyoko’s look-alike respond in unison.
When Kusanagi picks up the speechless Kyoko and throws her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, she announces to everyone. “Girls, don’t get bored without me, okay? Your Big Sis just gonna exchange a couple of words with your original. See ya~”
As the clones bid a farewell and wish for her safe return, ‘Nagi cracks a proud smile while gently slapping her partner’s bottom. “They’re a bunch of good girls, don’t you agree? So, that’s what you have left to die.”
Lastly, the tanned brunette lifts her hand and waves without looking back before taking her leave, while Kyoko patiently waits to whatever place she may be taken and would use her chance to escape. Besides, taking care of these clones before they cause any trouble can wait a bit longer.
Some time has passed. After reaching her destination place, ‘Nagi picks the keys from her pocket and unlocks the rusty metal door. However, just before entering, she stops and checks on the brunette. “Oi, you’ve been so quiet all this time. Did you fall asleep?”
Instead of arguing with her kidnapper, Kyoko remains calm and closes her eyes. “Release me now, and I let you go off the hook this time.”
Suddenly, the Kusanagi heir silently gasps and frowns as ‘Nagi harshly slaps her bottom. For sure, her reaction makes the dark entity laugh. “Where are you rushing? Do you have a date or something tonight?”
After receiving no reply from her partner, ‘Nagi makes sure she won’t fall off and puts on a serious look. “Well, I didn’t plan to have any guests. But the more, the merrier. Let’s go.”
Thus, as the iron door closes behind them, this couple is surrounded by the pitch darkness in this freezing, echoing room. Whatever this place is, it doesn’t put Kyoko at ease even a bit.
However, her further thoughts are interrupted by the tanned brunette’s igniting her palm. While she watches the orange flame tracing and reflecting on the cracked and peeled paint wall, she hears a loud clicking.
Thus, the hanging light bulb reveals the true face of this place. As this couple goes deeper into the basement, Kyoko begins to struggle and even kicking with her feet upon noticing the dark, splashed stains on the walls and the burns. Although, her poor attempts only amuse the tanned brunette.
“Come on, now. We already here~” Kusanagi addresses her in a playful tone.
Soon, she puts down Kyoko and sits her like a doll against the wall. But for now, she squats next to her and smirks like a feline while brushing away the hair from her partner’s face, who growls at her like a small wounded animal.
“Just what do you want from me?” the Kusanagi heir speaks out without removing her eyes from this dark entity.
‘Nagi ignores her question and comments. “You know, you haven’t changed since our last encounter.”
After exhaling through her nose, she kneels and leans close to the brunette. “Not even a bit. Same annoying and whiny woman that acts like the entire world turns around her.”
When she narrows her gaze and tilts her head, she holds Kyoko’s chin and comments in a mildly annoyed tone. “I don’t get it… How come That Woman with the purple flame is so obsessed with you?”
Kusanagi only cracks a mocking smile. “Well, we have all night ahead, you know. So, why don’t we see it by ourselves?”
Kyoko only shakes her head. When she gets rid of her opponent’s hand, she calmly backfires. “I dunno what kind of business you have with Yagami, but you better leave her alone! Or else -”
“Else what? Are you her little pet or something?” ‘Nagi chuckles and smiles like a Cheshire Cat.
Suddenly, she grabs Kyoko’s t-shirt and brings her close. “Listen. Now, cry. Cry all you want, but your tears won’t work on me, you stupid cuckoo bird!”
After a brief pause, she aggressively slams the brunette against the wall, making her gasp and grunt.
While Kyoko’s face twists in pain, she shakily respires and groans. “You bastard… Untie me and face me fair and square!”
Such a response irritates the tanned brunette, and she presses her lips. When she clenches her palms into fists, she sends a harsh slap across Kyoko’s cheek, making her turn another way.
The Kusanagi heir only widens her eyes, feeling her stinging cheek, and remains dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, ‘Nagi only wipes her palm into her thigh and yowls. “Who do you think you’re talking with? At least I am not the one who breeds like a crazy bitch on heat and then leaves a bunch of your spawns for anyone else to raise while you continue to live with no shame and sing like a cuckoo bird… Disgusting. Tsk. If only these NESTS workers sprayed you before spoiling you in their sanatorium. It cannot be helped that a bunch of idiots forgot about it...”
At the moment, Kyoko shakily closes her eyes and bites her lip as she can feel her guts twisting and something stuck in her throat. Yet, she interrupts the dark entity’s speech. “Shut up… You know nothing about this, you fool.”
Kusanagi only raises her eyebrow and backfires in a louder voice. “Huh? Did you say something? Or did I hurt your feelings, princess? You know, many of these clones have gone through a living hell and were slaughtered, and you still have the audacity to whine when you had the best of your life.”
These words pierce like arrows at Kyoko and give her flashbacks of being restrained to the examination table like a defenseless little animal crying for help just for these wicked scientists to grope or cut her while injecting various drugs.
Even reliving these traumatic experiences alone makes the Kusanagi heir shakily respire and stare into the void while unable to hug herself. Despite that, she opens her amber eyes and softens her gaze while avoiding facing her kidnapper and seeing her vulnerable side. “Is this why you brought me here? Do you want me to apologize to these clones?”
The tanned brunette only grins and proudly announces. “You bet your ass you will! And you’ll become our doormat. But not now… Not until I am done with you!”
When ‘Nagi grabs Kyoko’s throat and picks a switch knife from her pocket, she brings the tip of the sharp blade close to her chest. Lastly, she grins like a delusional maniac and adds. “Let’s see how rotten you are from the core~”
Meanwhile, the Kusanagi heir faces her without a single sign of fear or having nothing to lose. Hell, even if she is on the verge of death, she keeps a calm face and slowly blinks.
Slash! As the knife tears the brunette’s t-shirt, it exposes her worn black sports bra and well-built body.
Despite that, Kyoko stubbornly stares at Kusanagi as her gaze alone warns that she will accept even the worst torture from her executioner. Even the sharp blade in her opponent’s hand moving down to her belly doesn’t threaten her.
This reaction entertains the dark entity, and as her crimson eyes blaze with madness, she addresses her plaything. “I could simply open your guts and wrap your intestines around your neck as a decoration. However, it would be boring, don’t you agree?”
When her palm slides from Kyoko’s neck and rests on her shoulder, she lowers her knife to the ground. A moment later, she arches her back and strokes her cheeks while making purring-like noises.
Even when their eyes meet and the dark entity starts rubbing her thigh, the Kusanagi heir stares into this demon’s eyes and listens to her twisted talk. “You know, I could treat you with a nice and slow knife massage or boil you alive by your own flame. But I’ll be kind and let you decide whichever you prefer~”
However, thanks to the suspicious flat bulge in her partner’s pocket, Kusanagi makes a small thrilling noise. “Hoo~ What do you have there? Let me see.”
When Kusanagi picks up a phone, she unlocks it and looks through her contacts until one name catches her eye.
“Yagami, eh? Hmm, how did you get her phone number? Well, it’s not important now.” Kusanagi says with a smug look.
Just as she is about to press the call button, Kyoko frowns. After gathering strength in her upper body, she pushes her down.
After ‘Nagi grunts and is tackled down by her captured plaything, she hisses. “You bitch!…”
When she grips her upper arms, she tosses Kyoko away and yells. “JUST WAIT FOR YOUR TURN!”
As the Kusanagi heir hits the cold ground, she groans and curls into a ball. Unfortunately for her, she immediately and painfully moans after receiving a powerful kick into her stomach.
More so, her whimpering and her pathetic face don’t intrigue ‘Nagi at all.
After the tanned brunette removes the dust from her clothes, she murmurs. “Tsk, you stupid, annoying woman… But don’t worry, I’ll let that woman with purple flame to learn how she wastes time on such a low-life as you. Just you wait and see~”
While Kusanagi presses her phone against her ear and patiently waits for Yagami to pick it up, she forces Kyoko to lie on her stomach and sits on top of her.
Finally, as she hears the redhead answering, she imitates the Kusanagi heir’s voice. “Yo! How ya doing? Listen, I’m bored as fuck. So, why don’t you come to play with me?”
Suddenly, Kyoko turns her head and desperately screams. “Yagami, don’t! It’s a trap!”
“Kyoko?… Where the hell are you?!” the redhead asks without hiding anxiety.
However, just before Yagami says anything, ‘Nagi cracks a nervous smile and yowls as she pulls Kyoko’s hair and yanks her head. “Shut up!”
While Kyoko closes her eyes and hisses in pain, Kusanagi is delighted by Ioriko’s raging tone behind the phone call. “You bastard… Get your hands off Kyoko! Where are you hiding, you coward?!”
Lastly, the tanned brunette says in a suggestive tone while keeping her plaything under her claw. “Now, now~ Don’t be impatient, my dear. I know you cannot wait to meet me, but let me tell you where you can find me. So, listen up ‘cos I won’t repeat twice...”
After a while, the slammed wide-open door makes the tanned brunette, sitting next to her cornered prey, immediately turn back. For sure, seeing one enraged redhead glaring down at them sparks the excitement in Kusanagi’s crimson eyes.
“So, you really came~” The dark entity says in a thrilled tone while watching Yagami taking step by step down the stairs. When she sits unconscious, Kyoko, like she is her precious doll, she proudly displays her like her masterpiece. “Look, I was so waiting for you for so long that I couldn’t help myself but to kill some time.”
As she wraps her arm around the Kusanagi heir, who is stripped to her underwear and covered in cuts and dried blood, she holds Kyoko’s cheeks and makes her face Yagami. After she respires, ‘Nagi adds without removing her amorous eyes from Ioriko. “I met this little kitten and decided to play with her. However, she was no fun~”
As she delightfully smiles and strokes her partner’s side, she confesses nearly in a singing voice. “Not fun at all. Hell, she cannot even handle her own flame and passed out when I showed her a more interesting way of using it.”
For sure, seeing her long-time rival ending up like this boils the redhead’s blood. When she lowers her head, she silently growls. “I’ll make you fucking pay for this…”
After ‘Nagi gets up and thrusts her chest forward close to Yagami, she keeps her hands in her jeans pocket. “Eh? What’s that?”
Suddenly, Ioriko launches a powerful punch into Kusanagi’s stomach, making her groan.
Even when the tanned brunette hunches and covers her stomach, she cracks a smile while panting. “I missed you too, darling...”
Yet Yagami ignores and removes her long coat. After all, her partner’s well-being is more important, and how she got into trouble can wait until she wakes up.
Just as she bends down and is about to cover the resting Kyoko, Ioriko becomes alert.
“Don’t ignore me!” Kusanagi yells as she charges at the redhead with the flaming punch.
Fortunately, Ioriko’s reaction is quick. Thus, she sends the crescent-slashing strike. As the blood splashes like a fountain, the tanned brunette hits the ground and grunts.
“I’m… I’m not done yet!” Kusanagi yells as she shakily leans on her elbow and tries to get up.
Meanwhile, when Ioriko covers her injured partner with her long coat, she turns her head and gives a deadly glare to ‘Nagi. “You still hadn’t enough?”
After the redhead leaves Kyoko’s side, she ignites her palm and steps forward to her fallen enemy without hiding her murderous intentions. “I’ll show you what happens when anyone dares to touch someone who belongs to me!”
In the end, Ioriko unleashes the wave of the purple flame at ‘Nagi, who shakily stands and holds her arm. “Go and die!”
Some time has passed. One brunette is awakened by the stinging sensation when the warm water spray and wet clothing wash over her. Of course, that unexpected burning pain all over her body makes Kyoko whimper and sigh, even if she is still too weak to resist whatever force is assaulting her.
After lifting her elbow and covering her face, Kyoko slowly opens her eyes and spots the redhead holding the shower head in her hand aimed at her while lowering the white, small towel soaked in a barely visible light tone of red.
“Yagami? How?… What are you doing?” The brunette asks while dumbfounded at her partner. When she lowers her gaze and realizes that she is sitting in the bathtub without a single piece of clothing, her cheeks are dyed the same color as Ioriko’s hair, and she immediately covers her breasts. “You! What are you up to, you stupid pervert? If wanna take me down, then at least do it without using dirty tricks!”
Instead of arguing with her rival, Yagami only rolls her eyes and sprays warm water on her face. Besides, it secretly amuses her how Kyoko, at the moment, is not so different from a domestic, trouble-maker cat that needs to be washed.
When Ioriko sighs and turns off the shower, she grabs and tosses a large towel at her soggy feline. “Here. Can you do it by yourself?”
Meanwhile, the brunette only stares with her big eyes and tilts her head to the side, without being able to figure out what her partner wants from her partner’s motives.
For sure, her rival’s curiosity like a cat’s makes Ioriko turn her head and cover her face, along with feeling the heat rushing to her cheeks. After a moment, she grips the towel and starts drying the Kusanagi heir’s hair.
At first, Kyoko struggles for a moment, but as soon as their eyes meet and she sees her mildly concerned look, she lowers her hands and allows her to do as she pleases.
When Yagami closes her eyes and sighs, she adds. “I swear… it cannot be helped that I have to do it when you’re like this. But you better not get used to it, got it? It’s the first and the last time, you idiot!”
At the moment, the brunette only silently nods and entrusts her body to Ioriko. More so, when her long-time rival dries her, she seems to be careful doing so and busy studying whatever part she is working on.
‘At least it’s not life-threatening or serious. Thank goodness…’ Ioriko wonders while checking on the injuries on the brunette’s body. For now, she closes her eyes and silently exhales.
“What is it with that look on your face, Yagami? Don’t tell me that someone is worrying about me?” Kyoko cracks a playful smile and addresses her partner.
“Hmph. If you can still talk like this, then you’re more than fine.” The redhead backfires. When she finishes her current task, she swallows the saliva and wraps the towel around her rival’s shoulders.
“Come. We need to cover your wounds.” Yagami briefly orders before leaving her side and searching for one item on the shelves.
When Kyoko lifts her arm, she fixates her eyes on the cuts and responds. “It’s okay. There is no need for that.”
“And then they may get infected and I won’t be able to face like an equal, Kyoko.” Ioriko responds as she picks up the first aid kit.
As the redhead approaches, Kyoko hangs her head and hugs her knees. “But what about that dark entity who has the same flame as mine? I’m sure that woman might keep you entertained more than me.”
“What are you talking about?” Yagami asks as she opens the first aid kit. When she picks up the scissors and the roll of medical clothing and bandage, she gives another command. “Show me your arm.”
After the brunette does what she has been told to, she softens her gaze and tightens her lips while avoiding her partner. “But I will never reach the full potential of my power… I don’t think that I want to now.”
Ioriko only raises her eyebrow while treating Kyoko’s injuries. Nevertheless, she further listens to her.
“You know, when she kept me in that basement, she told me that my ancestors used our flame to do the really awful things to punish others… if not to take anyone’s lives.” The brunette confesses.
After a few moments, she inhales and shakily respires before continuing. “She even shown it to me that with concentrating her body heat into her palms alone can be dangerous. And trust me, even if she only been just playing with me, but it hurt… It hurt that I could swear she’ll boil or burn me from the inside whatever place she was touching me.”
When Ioriko finishes working on her arm, Kyoko forces herself to offer the other one and adds, no matter how something is stuck in her throat and preventing her from speaking. “No wonder why NESTS workers and some people in the past called me a freak or feared me… As if they knew already, since I was a child, that I was a monster with a power that can only make others suffer.”
As the redhead’s face darkens, she is done working on her partner’s arm and lowers her head. “And you believe in that bunch of nonsense, Kyoko?”
After a brief pause, she covers her eyes and briefly chuckles. “Hmph. Just because some discounted knock-off told you that you’re going to take her word seriously? Don’t make me laugh.”
Suddenly, Kyoko widens her eyes as Ioriko places her hands under her armpits and lifts her like a kitten while her towel barely hangs on her. While the redhead wraps her arms around her and takes her out of the bathtub, the brunette closes her eyes and clings to her.
But for now, Yagami’s hand slides on her rival’s lower back, and she whispers into her ear. “I’m not interested in anyone aside from you. Do not forget it because you belong to me, Kyoko.”
This confession gives her pleasant goosebumps and makes Kyoko’s heart skip a beat that all she can do is quietly call Yagami’s name.
More so, she starts making purring-like noises when the redhead strokes her hair and adds something in a nearly mute tone.
Just before Kyoko says anything, Ioriko bends and wraps her arm around her thighs, lifting her like a wounded princess.
When the brunette clings tighter to Ioriko, she addresses her while keeping her indignant yet blushing face. “Oi… What do you think you’re doing, Yagami?”
“I still have a lot of unfinished business with you. Besides, I need to mark you so that no one will dare lay their hands on you. So, you’re going with me.” The redhead responds with a smug look and heads towards the door.
In the end, even if that doesn’t sound too promising, Kyoko lowers her gaze and murmurs while being carried. “You better not try to drop me or else…”
On the other hand, she doesn’t really mind whatever Yagami has planned for her. Besides, even if she can feel deep inside that her partner may ask her to stay tonight, she is fine with her rival’s company. More so, she can swear that Ioriko’s presence strangely comforts her.
Notes:
❤❤❤❤❤❤First of all,
I want to thank 🥭Mango for the IorixKyo Midnight Bliss yuri💖
Yup, I love them and they were a nice birthday present!
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My Star Has Fallen...
Oct. 4th, 2024 04:40 pmFandom: King of Fighters
Characters: Iori Yagami, Kusanagi, Kyo Kusanagi
Summary:
[Sequel to Painting the Snow in Red]
After KUSANAGI has captured his long-time hunted prey, he doesn't hold back and releases his all bottled up feelings...
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Soon enough, one redhead regains consciousness and shakily opens his eyes while weakly groaning.
It’s dark. So blinding dark around him. However, it takes him nearly a minute to realize that wherever he is, that is not his bedroom. That place is simply too freezing.
When he tries to get up, he becomes alerted by the sound of rustling chains and how his hands are attached to some sort of metal frame.
Just what the hell happened to him? Whoever is responsible for this would definitely pay for this sick, twisted joke.
Suddenly, his doubts are finally cleared by the clicking sound, and this minimalistic room is illuminated, revealing white cracked peeling walls and a naked light bulb slowly swinging like a hanged person above Iori’s head. More so, there are several boxes stacked in the corner along with a lot of empty, and still barely touched bottles lying around.
For now, the master of this domain leans against the door frame and smirks like a delightful cat, while his red eyes blaze as hell’s fury. “Well~ Look, who has decided to wake up?”
Meanwhile, Yagami looks around and notices that he is handcuffed to the bed frame of this dark creature’s bed, and his aching body with no healthy spot makes him grunt.
After struggling for longer, he slightly rolls on his broken rib, which is enough to close his eyes and whimper like a wounded dog. Despite that, the redhead carefully respires and rolls on his back. Lastly, he only narrows his piercing gaze and growls at his opponent without removing his eyes from him.
“Oh, so scary~” The tanned brunette comments while cracking a mocking smile. After a brief pause, he approaches his restrained prey.
When ‘Nagi gets close, he sits on the bed edge and adds in a purring-like voice. “Good. It wouldn’t be interesting if you didn’t put any effort, you know.”
As the tanned brunette reaches his hand, he strokes his partner’s cheek with such amusement. Besides, despite Iori being on the death verge not so long ago, he still keeps these stubborn eyes that are dear to this dark entity.
Suddenly, Kusanagi lifts and turns his head upon feeling the redhead’s leg lands a soft kick on him. For sure, such a gesture makes him chuckle. “What’s wrong? It’s that all you got? And so much for the beast with the corrupted flame for ya…”
After he climbs on the bed and corners his plaything, he arches his back like a large feline and yawns. Thus, upon opening his crimson eyes, he cannot have enough of the satisfying view in front of him.
Even if Iori turns his head away, he refuses to admit his defeat and bites his lower lip.
“Hey, you’ve been quiet all this time. Come on, just say anything~” The tanned brunette addresses his partner while gently slapping his cheek.
After receiving no response from Yagami, ‘Nagi lowers his darkened face and curves a sadistic smile. A moment later, he rests his hands on the redhead’s belly and says in a playful yet menacing tone. “You know, there is something I wanna try.”
Whatever this unpredictable entity has in mind doesn’t sound promising at all. Yet Iori immediately widens his eyes and panics when Kusanagi grips his pants and underwear while, before placing his other hand on his crotch, the tanned brunette gives him a strangely sleepy look. “Now, now, don’t be shy. I have to make sure that if you’re really packing or not.”
Unfortunately for the redhead, in his current pathetic state, ‘Nagi strips another layer of his dignity as it is nothing more than a part of his play with his food.
Meanwhile, the tanned brunette whistles and smiles like an idiot upon exposing Yagami’s lower regions as if it is nothing special. “That’s an impressive beast you got down there~ Tho, that’s kinda a shame that you’re not really a chick. Oh, well… It’s not that you’ll be needing that now.”
Nevertheless, Iori instinctively moves his hips to the side and keeps his legs as closed as his remaining strength allows.
However, that sinister look on his opponent’s face alone warns that even in his death, he is nothing more than a trapped mouse under his claw.
In the end, ‘Nagi holds and spreads the redhead’s legs. Thus, as the ruthless blizzard howls outside, it is only the beginning of Yagami’s nightmare.
Even in between Kusanagi beastly pounding his mate, he pants and lets out soft moans like an animal during the heat season.
Surely, when Iori silently respires while his chest bloats, the tanned brunette is entertained by his cracked poker face that gradually changes into twisting from the anguish.
Besides, even if his lover is covered in bruises and scratches, he remains as beautiful as an elusive porcelain doll that is painted with the blood and the ash from their decisive fight, which is a perfect shade.
More so, knowing that it is Kusanagi’s proudest masterpiece by far, arouses the dark creature, who shows no intentions of sparing the caught toy that was made just for him.
At that moment, the tanned brunette softens his gaze and brushes Iori’s hair from his face. “Hey, I know you don’t wanna let me go. But you gonna milk me instantly if you do that.”
However, his words barely reach the exhausted Yagami, who only pitifully whispers while the little flame of vitality is a long time gone in his dimmed eyes. “Kyo…”
Surely, hearing the awfully familiar name of the certain Kusanagi heir pierces the red-eyed male’s eyes like a rusty, numb knife. After a brief moment, he covers his eyes and cracks a fake smile.
“How come that shitty and lousy brat is always on your mind? It’s fucking unfair...” Kusanagi murmurs in a shaky voice. When he shakes his head, he adds. “I fucking hate this...”
After several moments, the tanned brunette’s deadly silence grows into the chuckle and he tilts his head and starts laughing like a maniac.
Suddenly, Kusanagi grips his partner’s throat, making him gasp.
“You know, if I cannot have you, then that fucking disgusting freak of nature won’t either!” He announces in a delirious tone before picking up his previous rhythm.
Soon, Kusanagi reaches his limit and tightens his grasp around Iori’s neck until the cracking noise makes the redhead sing his swan song.
In the end, the tanned brunette slowly regains his breath while covering his mouth with his elbow and staring at his prized possession. Surely, seeing the thick purple fingerprints on Iori’s neck makes Kusanagi feel the heat rushing to his cheeks and chuckle. “I won…”
When he gently wraps his hands around the redhead’s neck and leans close to his face, he closes his eyes and starts licking the corners of Iori’s cold lips before pulling him into a kiss. Lastly, as he makes sweet whimpers, he feels the single tears running down his cheeks.
Some time passes by and the harsh blizzard has calmed down. But for now, Kusanagi leans against the cold concrete wall and lights the cigarette.
As he blows a gray, thick smoke, he stares at it dissolving into the same color sky with his empty red eyes and cracks a bitter smile. However, this fleeting moment of peace doesn’t last long, and the familiar voice of one pesky brunette makes him turn his head.
Suddenly, Kyo roughly grabs his black jacket without removing his indignant yet anxious eyes. “Where is Yagami? I’ll make you pay for whatever you have done to him!”
Instead of giving in to his opponent’s intimidation, Kusanagi mockingly backfires. “… And you have the audacity to come empty-handed like some whining spoiled brat who thinks that the world revolves around him.”
However, Kyo only lowers his head and releases the dark entity. Besides, there is no point in listening to him when Yagami might be in danger.
Just as he passes Kusanagi and is about to enter the abandoned apartment, the tanned brunette grins and addresses him. “What a selfish bastard you are… At least you should have brought the flowers with you, you idiot.”
Surely, these words make the Kusanagi heir make him widen his terrified amber eyes and freeze in the same spot. Nevertheless, he clenches his hands into fists and rushes through the door.
“Hmph. Send my regards and condolences, okay?” The tanned brunette rests his hands in his jeans pockets and turns his back before taking his leave. Besides, there is no reason for him to stay any longer. However, it may take him some time to find someone who will spark something in him and become his new power and new desire.
After a while, Kyo reaches the last floor and slams the door. “Oi, Yagami! Yagami, where the hell are you?”
Yet he receives no answers aside from the intense silence and the bad shivers sent down his spine that make him shrug and rub his arms. But for now, he continues exploring this freezing place.
After a few minutes of wandering around, he opens the bedroom door and immediately drops to his knees. “Yagami…”
All he can do is stare with his big scared eyes at the peacefully slumbering Iori tucked under the thin, snow-white blanket.
“Ya… Yagami…” Kyo manages to say through his trembling lips while something painfully is stuck in his throat and makes him choke on his words.
Despite that, he forces himself to stand up, even if his legs refuse to listen to him. After getting close to the resting redhead, his heart clenches and twists in unbearable pain just by seeing these countless injuries on his partner alone.
But for now, he sits close to Iori and sighs, deep inside, hoping that he’ll wake up any moment.
Thus, Kyo doubtfully reaches to touch Yagami’s cheek and lands his fingertips on him.
‘It’s cold…’ The brunette wonders how his palm brushes his ice-cold skin down to his neck with no response from Iori.
A moment later, he tightens his trembling lips and bites them as hard until he feels the warm iron taste in his mouth. Just as he does his best to hold back from making any noise and breaking in front of his late lover, Kyo cannot take it anymore and pulls Yagami into a tight hug.
When he buries his fingers into Iori’s hair, the Kusanagi heir rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes. “Yagami… Why?”
Finally, he cannot stop the never-ending flow of salty tears running down his face and eventually soaking his clothes and sobbing. “Weren’t you the one… the one who told me you’ll take me with you… even to the Sanzu river?… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Yagami.”
In the end, he tightens his embrace and howls from the bottom of his heart until his broken voice becomes mute.
Unknown time amount has passed. After the brunette releases Yagami from his embrace, he wipes his tears and takes the last look at his deceased lover with his dimmed amber eyes.
Thus, when he completely covers him under the blanket, Kyo respires and carefully picks Iori into his arms before leaving this cold and unforgiving place. Surely, even if it may take a while to get out of this building, the brunette is determined to gather his all strength and not drop him.
However, it won’t be difficult like to find any will or words to bring the unfortunate news without breaking apart again. Besides, even if Yagami is gone, he cannot follow him to whatever place he is now. After all, who will take care of their adopted kitten who might be the only remaining living memory of Iori? Or so Kyo convinces himself and feeling how he may leak like a sponge by not being handle such unexpected and sudden loss.
The Little Flame that Stood the Storm
Sep. 29th, 2024 10:19 amFandom: Togainu no Chi
Pairing: Shiki x Akira
Summary:
Tonight, the sudden sound of thunder and something heavy collapsing at Shiki's apartment alerts Akira. Soon, she notices Shiki at her weakest and most vulnerable state. Thus, the silver-haired woman decides to finally payback for what she has experienced...
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It’s been two weeks since Akira was brought into the ruthless killer’s lair. However, it seems the silver-haired woman is already used to living here.
Besides, aside from having a safe shelter from the rain and wind, Akira recently receives new clothes from the red-eyed swordsman. Of course, if one could call more or less a fancier lingerie like that during their playtime... Although, it was a nice variety after wearing these oversized shirts all the time.
Nevertheless, a few days ago, Akira was surprised that Shiki hadn’t bullied her in her own way during a small incident. Apparently, after taking the shower and climbing out of the bath, she felt something warm running down her thigh.
When she lowered her gaze, she closed her eyes and sighed at the bright crimson blood, not knowing what to expect from Shiki. More so, that sensation of a small velociraptor tearing her insides and her thighs’ flesh with its sharp teeth made her hug her stomach and bend while slowly but deeply breathing.
Despite that unbearable pain, Akira forced herself to climb back into the bathtub, and after reaching the shower head, she turned it on and allowed the warm water to wash her down, hoping it would distract her.
Soon enough, she lifted her head upon the opened door. A moment later, she only gave an exhausted look to her partner, who wasn’t so glad to stumble across the bloody scene.
More importantly, judging from the dark-haired woman approaching her with a mildly irritated face, Akira understood it may not end.
On the other hand, it was not something that she could control. Or so the silver-haired woman wondered while turning her head away and imagining Shiki’s judgmental red eyes looking at her.
Meanwhile, the red-eyed swordsman silently studied her partner with her poker face on.
“Hmph. So, this is how it is... Clean yourself before I return.” Shiki briefly ordered her before turning her back and taking her leave.
After several minutes, Akira finished drying herself, and her partner returned without empty hands.
Surely, she hadn’t expected to see her usual white shirt, a couple of other items like a pair of underwear, and something wrapped in a flat, square package.
After closing her red eyes, Shiki handled them to her prized possession. “Put them on.”
For sure, the silver-haired woman only looked at her with her confused, big blue eyes. Yet she didn’t give into confusion and did what Shiki asked her.
Even when they returned to the fearsome swordsman’s bedroom, Akira understood she had to make it up to Shiki. After all, it was a natural part of her routine to end their day and have private time together.
However, when the blue-eyed woman threw her arms around Shiki’s shoulders and pressed her body against hers, she widened her eyes at how this woman cushioned her tilted chin and smirked like a feline. “Does a puppy want to play? However, you need to endure for a few more days until it’s gone. Besides, I’m not interested in training a mindless sex slave that only leaves a mess after her.”
These words genially bewildered Akira, who was only pushed on the bed and tucked under the sheets. In the end, after the dark-haired woman removed her black leather pants, she joined her adored pet and hugged her from behind while taking most of the space in bed. A moment later, she rested her head on Akira’s shoulder.
For sure, that sensation of Shiki’s hair tickling her neck made her silently sigh. More so, it eventually helped her cramps in her lower half to calm down.
Thus, even during these recent days, the silver-haired woman was secretly delighted that Shiki stayed in her apartment much longer and only left to get food, water, and some other necessities for her, like a mother cat bringing something to her baby cub.
But for now, Akira only stares through the window and waits for her partner to return.
Unfortunately, aside from the never-ending heavy rain outside, there are no signs of Shiki coming back soon, even if she has promised that she won’t take long.
‘What if something bad happened on her way? Just come back safely, you fool...’ the silver-haired woman wonders while resting her palm on the window and shakily closes her eyes.
However, even after waiting for a couple of hours and with the storm growing stronger, Akira remains alone. Despite that, she refuses to rest and continues protecting her master’s fortress.
Suddenly, the thunder strike alerts her, but not as much as hearing something heavy dropping near the entrance door.
“Shiki!” Akira panics before rushing toward that sound.
Soon enough, she nearly drops to her knees when she sees one familiar swordsman soaked ‘til the last straw and shakily leaning on her trustworthy weapon to get up while deeply breathing. A second later, a black trash bag catches her eye.
No matter what is inside of it, it doesn’t concern Akira. After all, there are more important things at the moment. Thus, after approaching the dark-haired woman, she bends down and places her hands under her armpits.
“Leave. I can get up on my own.” Shiki protests.
“When you barely can move? Stand up and I’ll leave.” Akira immediately backfires and removes her hands from her partner.
Just as Shiki attempts to get up, her sword slips under her. Yet Akira’s reaction is quicker and catches the dark-haired woman in her tight embrace.
When she places her palm on her partner’s forehead, she widens her eyes and gasps at how it is burning hot compared to her cold skin.
Instead of wasting any time, Akira starts dragging Shiki toward her bedroom. However, it’s easier to say than have it done because the once ruthless Grim Reaper of Toshima is now nothing more than a cat refusing to move from the same spot.
Of course, she would appreciate Shiki putting minimal effort into coming into the bedroom. Besides, she is not so lightweight fellow. On the other hand, if she wasn’t sick, she would probably let this swordsman lie on the ground until she had enough. Or so the silver-haired woman ponders and sighs.
Meanwhile, Shiki lifts her trembling gaze and makes a smug look, despite feeling every bone in her body is aching and may break. After all, there is nothing more entertaining than her dear pet looking after her owner during her last moments while making such a serious face. But for now, she closes her crimson eyes while feverishly respiring and groaning.
After laying Shiki on the bed, Akira briefly wonders where she should start. That’s right, it might be one thing to undress one if they wore dry clothes and another one when they are as soaked and sticky as a second skin.
After she climbs on the bed, she starts with her partner’s upper clothes.
Even such a simple task of removing shoes requires the silver-haired woman to hold Shiki’s leg with her thighs while pulling it with her hands. Nevertheless, a leg after a leg, and she takes care of it.
For now, she moves to the red-eyed swordsman’s zipper of her leather pants and belt. Fortunately, Shiki lifts her bottom and remains silent without making unnecessary comments. Despite that, Akira feels the heat rushing to her cheeks.
It’s not her first time seeing Shiki naked, but even in a moment like this, she cannot help herself but be shy by undressing a ruthless killer whose life is at her will. More so, even if, now, these red as bloody gem eyes are in pain, for the silver-haired woman, they are so captivating and making her heart skip a beat.
When she nervously swallows the saliva and inhales, she holds onto Shiki’s dark leather coat without removing her blue eyes from her. “It would be helpful if you could sit.”
Meanwhile, the dark-haired woman replies with her usual arrogance. “When did you learn to behave so boldly?”
“And you still act like this even when you’re about to die? … Don’t make me to use your katana, you idiot.” Akira immediately backfires while keeping her serious look.
Instead of arguing with her prized possession, Shiki only turns her head away while leaning on her elbows and keeping her proud face. “Hmph. Are you that badly worried about your owner, puppy?”
As Akira lowers her coat from her shoulders, she closes her eyes and responds. “Think as you wish…”
Thus, upon grasping the hem of her turtle-neck t-shirt, the silver-haired woman lifts it and reveals her partner’s well-built body, along with her battle scars and the soaked medical bondage covering her large bust.
“You’re cold...” Akira softens her gaze while brushing her palm against Shiki’s wet skin before continuing her hard work of peeling this woman out of her outfit.
Meanwhile, Shiki returns her gaze and studies how, despite Akira being nervous while undressing her, she refuses to give up. Surely, such an effort only continues to amaze this woman, who has seen everything.
When the silver-haired woman carefully pushes Shiki onto the bed, she takes her partner’s gloved hand into hers and brings her lips close to her fingertips. Suddenly, she widens her eyes as the red-eyed swordsman tries to brush it off.
Unfortunately for her, Akira’s grasp is tighter, and no matter how she refuses to admit her defeat, she narrows her gaze. “I can handle it on my own.”
The silver-haired woman remains silent and pulls long leather gloves. Lastly, she tosses them on the ground along the resting pile of clothes and returns her gaze to her lover’s chest. “I cannot leave you like this. So, I’ll end this quickly.”
Even if Shiki is aware of what Akira has planned for her, she only closes her eyes and accepts her demise while her chest bloats. After all, perhaps it’s the divine retribution for showing her weak side and having high hopes that she can tame this stray dog that sparkled something in her. More importantly, in the end, her adored pet turned out to be a wild canine that would bite into the same hand that would feed her.
But for now, when she opens her tired eyes, her gaze follows her prized possession as she leaves her side and searches for a specific item in the drawer.
Even when Akira approaches her while carrying her combat knife, Shiki keeps her poker face. Thus, when her prized possession sits on top of her and points the tip of her blade at her chest, the dark-haired woman cracks a smile and slowly closes her eyes while waiting for the finishing strike.
Slash! And the blue-eyed fighter’s combat knife tears the layers of medical bandage at once. A second later, with the sound of a fallen blade and her breasts released from the tight clothing, Shiki opens her eyes wide-open and notices Akira with her lowered shoulders staring at her and explaining in a calm tone. “It would have taken ages to unwrap it. So, there…”
When her beloved pet pulls out the remains of the medical bandage under her and climbs off her, she pulls the blanket under her and covers her. “You better not try anything stupid or else…”
And with these words, the silver-haired woman gets up and walks toward the closet. However, no matter how thoroughly she seeks for something, she only exhales and slams the closet doors before rushing to the bathroom.
A few minutes of the ruckus and the sounds of the various things flying around in the bathroom have passed. Once again, the blue-eyed woman storms out without hiding her frustration.
Yet something small squeezed and dripping in her hand while getting close to her catches Shiki’s eye.
When Akira is close enough to the weakened swordsman, she brushes her wet hair from her face and places a cold, wet small towel on her forehead. “It’s not much, but please endure it for a bit longer.”
For sure, even seeing how the once fearsome woman is now fighting for her life clenches her heart and makes her tighten her lips and shortly whimper.
Nevertheless, Akira immediately turns her back and leaves the bedroom.
Thus, after reaching the corridor, Akira looks down and spots the same black trash bag that Shiki dropped and her katana earlier.
She wouldn’t bring anything useless or nasty from the Toshima’s streets, right? At least, hopefully, she didn’t. Or so Akira thinks to herself while squatting and tearing this bag.
To her surprise, seeing her fixed and neatly folded former clothes leaves her dumbfounded. “Shiki, you...”
When she picks them up, she warmly hugs them and lowers her head. “As if you knew that something bad may happen to you… You stupid, reckless fool.”
A couple of moments later, she lifts her head and unbuttons her white shirt before changing into what her partner has brought for her. After a few minutes, when she zips her jacket and puts on the hood with fur edges, she picks Shiki’s trustworthy weapon and leaves her apartment.
Some time has passed. After the silver-haired woman returns to the lair of the fearsome killer, she opens her jacket, revealing the goods she brought, and lowers her shoulders.
“Good. So, hopefully, you haven’t run away while I was gone.” Akira sighs while checking on the water bottle and the box of paracetamol before heading to the bedroom.
Fortunately, to her relief, the dark-haired woman is taking a nap while fighting back against the fever.
But for now, when Akira removes her jacket and approaches her, she places her hand on the small towel resting on her forehead and softens her gaze.
After she removes the warm towel, she gently strokes her forehead and cheeks. “Just a little bit and you should get well…”
Instead of receiving the wanted answers, Akira only closes her eyes and sighs at Shiki’s soft groaning and her unusual whimpers during her sleep. “Just hang in there.”
After a couple of minutes, the blue-eyed woman soaks the small towel in cold water and carefully sits her partner, who is as fragile as a doll, in her hands. Lastly, she leans closer to her and taps her cheek. “Hey, wake up.”
Finally, Shiki shakily opens her sleepy crimson eyes and cracks a tired smile. “What is it with you and that look on your face?”
“Take it.” The silver-haired woman gives her a couple of pills and a bottle of water while supporting her back with her arm.
Even the most basic task, like holding things, is challenging for the most powerful woman in Toshima, and a few moments later, her shaky hand drops it instantly.
For now, Shiki lowers her head and grinds her teeth while grasping the blanket. A moment later, she addresses her adored pet while avoiding facing her in her weak voice. “Leave. You are free to go. So, why are you still there?”
However, Akira only picks up the dark-haired woman’s dropped items, and when she takes the paracetamol and a good gulp of the water, she keeps it in her mouth. After she places her other hand behind her partner’s head, she closes her eyes and brings her face close to Shiki’s. When she presses her lips against hers, the silver-haired woman’s tongue tries to get inside her.
For sure, it shocks Shiki and makes her silently whimper, but she has no choice but to invite Akira. Even when she opens her mouth, and while water and medicine rush into her, she instinctively swallows it while a few drops run down through the corners of her lips.
More so, even if she wanted, she cannot remove her face when her prized possession buries her fingers into her hair and strokes them. Fortunately for her, as soon as she takes the final sip, Akira withdraws her face while keeping her lover in her caring embrace and catching for air.
After wiping the water from her and Shiki’s face, Akira fixates her blue eyes on her and replies. “As if I ever will. Even if throw me away, I’ll come back to you no matter what.”
Such an honest confession bewilders the red-eyed swordsman, and she whispers in a nearly mute voice while the heavy raindrops tap the window. “… Akira.”
Meanwhile, Akira gently allows her partner to rest on the bed and tucks her under the blanket. After she drains the wet, cold towel, she folds it and rests it on Shiki’s forehead. “Listen. You’re not allowed to leave. Not until you’ll get better. Then you can do what you wish with me.”
But for now, the silver-haired woman leaves the bedroom for a while to check if their apartment is locked and if they run out of necessities for tonight. Besides, tomorrow’s worries can wait. Thus, by then, Akira would hunt the same way as Shiki does every day.
An hour passes. Finally, the silver-haired woman can rest against the bed frame while hugging her partner’s trustworthy weapon if anyone dared disturb Shiki’s long rest.
More so, it cannot be helped that she would need to sacrifice her own comfort until her partner recovers. At least that’s a small price she has to pay. Or so Akira convinces herself while she sits on the floor and does her best not to fall asleep.
However, Shiki’s voice makes her lift her head immediately. “What are you doing down there? You’ll catch a cold down there.”
“Says who?” the blue-eyed woman backfires.
“Hmph. How adorable of my little puppy worrying about her owner~ However, I will let you jump on the bed and snuggle under the blanket. Undress and get into a bed.” The dark-haired woman responds while smirking like a cat.
Of course, it might be useless to argue with Shiki in her current state. Or so Akira decides as she sighs and starts removing her pants.
When she climbs on the bed without bothering her partner, she curls into her usual spot and throws a blanket over her.
Suddenly, she widens her eyes when a pair of arms wraps around her. Even when Shiki presses her body against her and rubs her cheek against her neck, Akira swears she can hear a thrilled noise from this large feline.
‘At least you seem to be recovering fast…’ The silver-haired woman ponders. In the end, she unconsciously places her palm on Shiki’s head and carefully strokes her hair.
However, it seems her partner doesn’t mind it. Or perhaps she is already slumbering. Who knows?… Either way, even the rain outside may not answer her questions. She doesn’t mind it. Besides, she secretly feels glad that this reckless woman is finally safe and under her care. Or so Akira decides when closing her eyes and calling it a day.
Notes:
First of all,Thank you so much for such a lovely ShikiAki yuri💖
Yup, even now looking at it, it feels like a nice birthday present ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )
So, dunno if you're reading this, but Thank You, Kuo for letting me use this fanart for this story and making it ^^
It just... too pretty and cute, and these two just mean a world to me❤
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Here comes the new challenger!~
Aug. 12th, 2024 06:13 pmYup, here's the link to this beauty: 100 Ships Prompt Challenge
#01 – Adamant | #02 – Snow | #03 – Lion | #04 – Spark | #05 – Amber |
#06 – Lust | #07 – Bronze | #08 – Mint | #09 – Arctic | #10 – Black |
#11 – Moonlight | #12 – Sunlight | #13 – Blue | #14 – Navy | #15 – Tea |
#16 – Neon | #17 – Twilight | #18 – Blush | #19 – Wine | #20 – Nude |
#21 – Rhythm | #22 – Brown | #23 – Linen | #24 – Ember | #25 – Thistle |
#26 – Cherry | #27 – Orange | #28 – Vanilla | #29 – Bone | #30 – Harlequin |
#31 – Cadet | #32 – Chocolate | #33 – Peach | #34 – Lead | #35 – Cream |
#36 – Sand | #37 – White | #38 – Crimson | #39 – Pink | #40 – Ocean |
#41 – Dove | #42 – Platinum | #43 – Yellow | #44 – Earth | #45 – Midnight |
#46 – Pearl | #47 – Frostbite | #48 – Pumpkin | #49 – Electric | #50 – Purple |
#51 – Coral | #52 – Salt | #53 – Crow | #54 – Rainbow | #55 – Cloud |
#56 – Flame | #57 – Red | #58 – Ash | #59 – Rose | #60 – Slate |
#61 – Green | #62 – Ruby | #63 – Olive | #64 – Lipstick | #65 – Spice |
#66 – Grey | #67 – Denim | #68 – Rust | #69 – Flirt | #70 – Sunset |
#71 – Sable | #72 – Desert | #73 – Jade | #74 – Sage | #75 – Buff |
#76 – Jet | #77 – Plum | #78 – Leather | #79 – Liberty | #80 – Metal |
#81 – Sepia | #82 – Lavender | #83 – Scarlet | #84 – Crystal | #85 – Chestnut |
#86 – Shadow | #87 – Lemon | #88 – Mystic | #89 – Silver | #90 – Coffee |
#91 – Seafoam | #92 – Lime | #93 – Punch | #94 – Pickle | #95 – Champagne |
#96 – Copper | #97 – Bittersweet | #98 – Honey | #99 – Candy | #100 – Gold |
So, let's do our best!~
The Ace That Won a King
Jul. 21st, 2024 01:52 pmTitle: The Ace That Won a King
Fandom: Togainu no Chi
Characters: Shiki, Akira
Pairing: Akira x Shiki
Summary:
Tonight, Shiki challenges his subordinate to the game of poker, in which the loser has to do everything the winner will say for 24 hours.
And so, who will be winner, and who will bear the harsh punishment?
Read and find out.
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It is another calm evening in the military tyrant’s mansion. Like any other day, relaxing with his loyal subordinate is an inseparable part of his routine and a perfect way to conclude another day.
However, Shiki has different plans for tonight.
That’s right, it’s been a while since they got intimate together. Besides, it should be enjoyable to lull Akira into a false sense of victory before defeating him.
‘I wonder what kind of face he’ll make tonight when he loses.’ The dark-haired male wonders while resting in the armchair in front of the fireplace and staring at the nearly empty glass of fine whiskey.
More so, the thoughts about turning his subordinate into an erotic creature that pleads with his body to be relieved from his sweet torment only make Shiki close his crimson eyes and quietly purr.
However, Akira’s question interrupts his further thoughts. “You look happy. Did good anything happen?”
Meanwhile, Shiki closes his eyes and brings his partner closer to him. “Does having my personal secretary by my side is not enough reason?”
These words make the silver-haired secretary’s heart skip a beat, and his blue eyes reflect the flickering firelight. “… Sir.”
Nevertheless, the dark-haired male places his palm on his partner’s cheek and adds. “However, there is something that only you can do for me.”
After a brief pause, he adds while keeping a straight face. “How about we play a game of poker? However, the loser will have to do whatever the winner will say.”
‘Hmph. It is clear as day that he has no chance against me. But it should be entertaining to watch him struggling.’ The commander ponders while smirking like a feline.
As Akira gives a questioning look, he raises his eyebrow. “Anything you say, sir?”
For sure, his secretary’s genial reaction amuses him, and he asks in a teasing tone. “Are you doubting me?”
Yet, Akira shakes his head and politely responds. “No. Not all.”
Lastly, Shiki gracefully gets up and turns his head before approaching the poker board. “Then grab the cards and prepare the table.”
“Yes.” The military secretary closes his eyes and nods.
Of course, he understands that he should have known that the commander is not different from a cat who, after taking a catnip, is more playful.
Therefore, he needs to keep Shiki occupied until he eventually falls asleep and then he can take him to bed to end the day. Or so the preserved military secretary reminds himself.
A few minutes have passed. After sitting down and placing a card deck on the table, Akira lifts his head after hearing Shiki’s voice. “What are you waiting for?”
The silver-haired secretary carefully listens to the smug commander, who rests his head on his interlocked fingers. “You are the dealer tonight.”
At first, he briefly watchfully gazes at him, but he sighs. “If this is what you wish, sir.”
Just before he places a few tokens on the table, he lifts his head upon feeling someone’s palm on his and pushes his hand away.
At that moment, Shiki only strokes his personal secretary’s hand without removing his thrilled eyes from him. “Put these away. We’re going to play until one of us will strip completely.”
Despite feeling the heat rushing to his cheeks by such newly added rules and how his hand is stroked, Akira only closes his eyes and briefly coughs.
Meanwhile, the commander delightfully studies his partner’s reaction and teasingly addresses him. “What is it with you? Or is there anything you want? Either way, be patient.”
Ignoring Shiki’s provocation, the silver-haired male shuffles the card deck and leaves two cards for his partner and himself while keeping a mildly irritated look on his face.
‘Now, let’s see how you have blessed me…’ The dark-haired wonders as he picks up his cards and keeps an amused look on his face.
Even if it’s difficult to tell what is hiding behind his secretary’s straight face, or he has a better hand than him, he decides to pressure him with aggressive play.
After glimpsing at his received a Queen-Ten Suited hand, the supreme ruler’s face changes to a straight one. ‘Not bad…’
But for now, Shiki taps on the table and impatiently waits for his partner’s turn.
Thus, Akira places his closed cards aside and deals the flop: King of Hearts, Eight of Diamonds, and Five of Hearts.
For sure, it pleasantly surprises the dark-haired male, and he fixes his hair while keeping his emotions in check. ‘Hmph. In this case, I’ll peel him off his uniform in no time.’
After the preserved secretary places the Nine of Clubs as a turn card, he studies his partner’s expressions with ice-cold blue eyes.
Lastly, Akira reveals the last card, which cracks Shiki’s poker face and makes him briefly turn his head to hide his visibly frustrated face.
Apparently, the Ace of Spades and Akira’s revealed Jack-Ten of Spades declare the winner of the heated battle.
Despite his utter defeat, Shiki fakes a smile and remarks while removing his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt. “It’s only the beginner’s luck. So, it’s early for you to celebrate.”
After exposing his well-built upper body, the dark-haired male tosses his removed piece of clothing at Akira, whose cheeks are dyed in a lovely tone of pink.
Meanwhile, Shiki adds in an irritated tone. “What are you staring at?”
For sure, it makes his subordinate fix his posture.
When Akira puts all the cards back into the deck and swiftly shuffles in his hands, he lifts his blue eyes upon hearing another demand. “You look so tense. So, why don’t you pour something for yourself and me?”
At first, the silver-haired male hesitates and suspiciously glares, but instead of arguing, he nods and stands up.
Before leaving the card deck on the table and heading towards the mini-bar, he glances at Shiki, who only gives him a teasing look.
Soon enough, after pouring the whiskey into a couple of one-shot glasses, he returns to the poker table.
Despite feeling the commander’s eyes on him while carrying the glasses, Akira ignores him.
Even if he is unsure about his underlying motives, he has no option but to abide by his rules. The secretary decides as he approaches his partner’s side and places a glass for him and for himself.
After picking the card deck into his hands and reshuffling it, he is about to deal cards, yet the commander interrupts him again.
While Shiki lifts his glass filled with the amber-colored liquid, he suggests. “Come on, take yours for a better luck.”
And so, after their glasses touch and both take a quick shot, another round begins.
Game after game, the layers of clothing are tossed away, and the ruthless ruler only managed to peel his secretary off his shirt. Even the poured whiskey failed to break Akira’s stone face.
More so, it doesn’t help that the only thing that he can read from Akira’s face is his demanding eyes, which fixate on him remaining in his bare underwear.
There is no greater humiliation and shame than underestimating his opponent and almost being defeated.
Either way, he may still have a chance of reclaiming his victory and making the silver-haired male pay a triple price for his arrogance. Or so the military tyrant convinces himself.
After showing his cards on the table, Shiki reveals his hand of the Pocket Eights. Unfortunately for him, Akira’s Ace-King-suited hand, which finally combines a Straight, shatters his last hope of having another round or rematch.
Nevertheless, he forces himself to swallow his pride and accept his bitter fate. When Shiki closes his eyes and presses his lips, he stands up and grasps into his underwear.
However, his subordinate’s voice stops him and makes him lift his head. “Please wait.”
Meanwhile, the commander opens his red eyes, which follow Akira, who gets up and approaches him. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want it.”
After the silver-haired male picks up the shirt, he wraps it around his partner’s shoulders and explains. “You have lost this time, sir. However, you still did a good job, and it was enough for me. So, it was already a huge win for me being able to play with you tonight.”
Despite his partner’s gentle words, Shiki stubbornly backfires. “Hmph. Just cut down to the business. What do you want me to do?”
At first, Akira briefly averts his gaze from the commander and ponders. After returning his gaze, he bites his lower lip and holds onto his partner’s shirt. “I’m not sure if it is an appropriate thing to ask…”
Yet Shiki immediately responds with a straight face. “Just say it.”
After a brief pause, the silver-haired male shakily respires and answers with such determined eyes. “I want you to be my maid for a day!”
Suddenly, he widens his blue eyes and covers his mouth as the heat spreads on his face and ears.
He definitely angered the commander with his shameful and disgusting request. Nevertheless, he has no choice but to accept the consequences of his words.
More importantly, even if it was the whiskey talking, it doesn’t change the fact that somewhere deep inside him; he wished for it. Akira thinks while preparing to be slapped and punished for his so-called brute behavior.
Yet Shiki only smirks like a feline while how his prized possession shrugs like a scolded puppy.
A second later, Akira silently whimpers as someone lands his palm on his head and ruffles his hair.
“It cannot be helped, then. I forgot that even someone like you has such desires.” The dark-haired male replies in a purring-like voice while stroking his partner’s hair.
When his palm slides on his cheek, he gently holds his chin and adds in a suggestive tone without removing his thrilling eyes. “However, I need to see how much effort you’re willing to put in.”
In the end, Akira honestly confesses while his partner wraps his arm around him and brings him closer. “As much as you need.”
‘How adorable…’ Shiki blissfully narrows his gaze and sits his partner on top the poker table. More importantly, his subordinate’s loving eyes and drunken honesty make it difficult for him to hold back.
It is the beginning of the new day.
Even without opening his eyes, Akira is certain it is still an early morning. Perhaps even a bit too early than usual.
However, his dry throat and dizziness immediately remind him about having a few drinks with the commander.
When the memories of yesterday before dozing out flash in his mind, the military secretary opens his eyes and immediately sits.
As he feels the heat rushing to his cheeks, he covers his mouth and lowers his gaze. ‘Hopefully, I have done nothing wrong to embarrass the commander.’
“Ah, you’re finally awake, Young Master.” The gently yet strangely familiar voice speaks up.
Certainly, it catches Akira’s attention, and he turns his head in disbelief. “… Sir?”
After noticing this person, he lowers his shoulders. He switches to his straight face while staring at this tall, busty maid with a slim waist and pale skin, long braided ebony hair, and bewitching crimson eyes, wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and matching color skirt that seems to cover her ankles and snow-white apron and headscarf.
“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” The silver-haired male asks in a strict tone.
At that moment, the dark-haired woman only smirks like a feline while resting her palm on her cheek and holding her arm. “Oh, my… Where are my manners?~”
When she closes her eyes, she sweeps a low curtsy. “My name is Shikiko.”
After fixing her posture, she keeps her hands close and introduces her further. “I’m your new personal maid, who was selected and assigned by Shiki-sama to serve all your needs.”
Yet Akira is confused and doesn’t trust this woman at all. Nevertheless, he decides to clear his doubts and raises his eyebrow. “I know all servants in this mansion. However, I do not recall anyone being hired recently.”
After a brief pause, he exhales and adds. “If you really telling the truth, then you shouldn’t have any issues if we go together to see the head maid and ask about you.”
Meanwhile, Shikiko is entertained by his response and does her best not to snort loudly. But for now, she comments while keeping a strangely familiar smug on her face. “My… It seems poor Young Master has hit his head and has forgotten that Shiki-sama is on an important trip and will return in a couple of days. Ah, but should I help you to get up first?~”
While the daring maid approaches Akira without making the slightest noise, he frowns and refuses to show any signs of being intimidated. “For a housemaid, you are allowing yourself a lot. Or have you forgotten everything that you were supposed to learn in your training?”
When Shikiko is close to him and rests her knee on the bed, she leans closer and grabs his pajama shirt. Upon narrowing her gaze, she backfires in a deeper voice. “Then why don’t you discipline me? Or are you nothing but a coward dog that only barks, Akira?”
After realizing who the owner of this voice is, he widens his big blue eyes. “Co-commander? What… Why are you dressed like this?”
For sure, his subordinate’s visibly confused puppy behavior entertains him and only makes him want to eat him right here, right now.
Despite the strong temptation to tease him, Shiki only curves a satisfied smile and releases his shirt. “Took you long to recognize me. And if it wasn’t me, you would have been already dead by the enemy’s hand.”
When he withdraws from his partner, he sits on the edge of the bed and explains without removing his eyes from him. “Hmph. It seems you forgot completely about your wish. So, looks like I would need to train your memory too.”
But for now, the dark-haired male keeps his smug feline face and studies Akira’s still dumbfounded face.
A few moments later, Shiki closes his eyes and sighs. “You have twenty-four hours left. So, do whatever you want. Or do you want me to decide what you should think?”
While fixating his blue eyes on his partner, he nervously swallows the saliva and responds in an unsure tone. “I… I see…”
‘It seems it may take even weeks for him to make his mind…’ The dark-haired wonders.
As Shiki corners him, he suggests. “Then why you don’t you treat me like any other maid?”
“Are you sure about that? Will you be fine? Then please take care of me, sir,” Akira immediately questions him without hiding his concern.
‘Hmph. Let’s see how this dog behaves when his owner is not home.’ Shiki ponders while grasping the bedsheet.
The dark-haired male backfires in a flirtatious, feminine enough voice. “Have you forgotten who am I? I’m just your maid, Shikiko.”
After gracefully getting up, he adds before taking his leave. “You have a bunch of time until the next morning. So, use it wisely, Young Master.”
After a while, somewhere in the kitchen. After pouring a few spoons of coffee into the teapot, Shiki carries it to the hot water machine.
Thus, upon placing the teapot, he clicks the button, and the boiling hot starts running.
However, as he wonders if it should take this long to fill, his thoughts are interrupted by feeling an unpleasant presence behind him.
Suddenly, Shiki widens his eyes upon a large hand and slaps his bottom.
The middle-aged man asks while groping his new victim. “Who is this little lady? Are you new here?”
Meanwhile, the dark-haired male in a maid’s dress closes his eyes and curls his lip.
Despite the bone-chilling and murderous aura around the supposed-to-be-poor-woman, the perverted man cracks a nervous smile and steps back. “Come on, don’t be shy. So, why don’t you-?”
Suddenly, Shiki turns around and douses the scalding hot water into the bastard’s face, making him lose his balance.
As the middle-aged man screams in pain, he curls into a ball and covers his face. “YOU… YOU BITCH!… MY EYES! FACE! IT FUCKING HURTS! I CAN’T FUCKING SEE!”
At that moment, the other kitchen staff freeze in the same spot and stare at this couple without daring interfacing. Not after these deadly crimson eyes pierce through anyone’s soul.
However, it doesn’t affect the dark-haired male, who only looks down at the pathetic creature below him with his piercing gaze.
But for now, Shiki lifts his eyes and notices a large hanging knife on the magnetic board.
‘That should do it.’ He curves a sadistic smile while scheming how he would torture his attacker.
Just as the dark-haired male takes a step, someone grabs his ankle. Instead of wasting time, he shakes off the fiend’s hand and stomps on his palm several times.
“You dare to defy me with that stupid face? Don’t make me laugh. Fools like you don’t even deserve to crawl like mud worms.” Shiki comments in a cold and condescending yet feminine voice before sending a powerful kick into the lying man’s face without shedding the slightest emotion.
Suddenly, the sound of familiar rushing footsteps growing louder with each step alerts even a fearsome tyrant like him.
‘Hmph. A dog always can sense when his owner needs him. Good.’ Shiki wonders, while lowering his head and cracking a proud smile.
And so, after closing his eyes and tilting his head, he drops to his knees. Lastly, he turns his head away and covers his face while patiently waiting for one certain person to show up.
Suddenly, the kitchen door slams wide open, and Akira enters. “What is the meaning of this?!”
Even when he checks on the standing staff and lowers his gaze, he becomes more confused. Despite that, the blue-eyed secretary keeps a straight face.
“That brute…” Shiki whimpers without facing his savior. After resting his palms on the ground, he lifts his head and fixates his pleading eyes on Akira.
The silver-haired male feels slowly wrapped around his partner’s finger, but all he can do is listen to this innocent cry for help. “It’s my first day at work and all I did is… All I did was prepare coffee for Akira-sama before that man assaulted me. So, please forgive me for my clumsiness and taking so long.”
One older maid leans closer and whispers to the kitchen assistant. “That newbie won’t get away like this. If no woman before her moved Akira-sama’s heart, why does she think she is any different?”
“That’s right. It is only the matter of seconds before she’ll get fired. So, she is just wasting time on tricking Akira-sama.” Another maid in the middle responds.
“She should be glad if anyone will let her work as a cleaner.” The kitchen assistant whispers back in a bitter tone.
Meanwhile, Shikiko’s words and vulnerability pull Akira’s heartstrings and don’t leave him indifferent towards this version of his most important person. He even forgets about the suffering man with the burnt face.
Besides, the commander is the commander, even in this shape and form, even with the new name. Therefore, his well-being should be above anything else.
“Shikiko…” The silver-haired secretary whispers. After approaching his partner, he places his hands under Shiki’s armpits and picks him up like a large cat. “Please stand up.”
Soon enough, he widens his blue eyes when Shiki buries his head into his shoulder and clings to him. Of course, he understands that this might be nothing more than fake, but he is surprised to see a new side of the supreme ruler.
A second later, Akira remembers where they are, and only closes his eyes and respires.
When he puts on his poker face, he orders the entire staff. “Call the medical help. When you’re done treating him, lock him to the basement. Once you are done, inform me immediately.”
After a brief pause, he lowers his gaze and withdraws his partner’s face with his palm. While he gently holds Shiki’s chin, he slightly softens his voice. “You. Please come with me. We need to discuss this incident with the head maid.”
Meanwhile, the so-called Shikiko only narrows the thrilled eyes and makes his prized possession’s heart skip a beat. “Yes, Young Master.”
Certainly, if it weren’t for being disguised as some woman, he would ravish his subordinate despite his protests or caring about such petite details as place and time. It cannot be helped... He has to keep his new persona for a while. Shiki reminds himself and pushes Akira away with a small purring-like noise.
Before leaving, he turns his head and prompts the silver-haired male. “I suggest you leave them cleaning this mess, Young Master. So, shall we go?”
Instead of saying anything, Akira nods and follows Shiki.
After all, who knows what else may happen if he doesn’t keep an eye on the commander or how he may endanger himself if anyone recognizes him? With that in mind, he closes his blue eyes and sighs.
A few hours have passed, somewhere in the study room. While the dark-haired male wipes the dust from the bookshelves, he feels Akira’s eyes on him.
More so, each time he checks on his subordinate, he keeps his poker face while quickly brushing through the book spines with his fingers or turning his head away. Yet Akira’s inquisitive behavior makes him more interested in him.
Suddenly, the unsuspicious secretary gets startled by the gentle voice. “You’ve been staring at me for a while, Younger Master.”
However, Akira faces his personal maid and backfires in a formal tone. “Am I?”
Before he says anything else, he widens his big blue eyes as Shiki corners him.
“Is there anything you want from me?” The dark-haired male asks without giving his partner even the slightest chance of escaping his trap.
Meanwhile, several books from above shelves are wobbling on the edge, and in a matter of seconds, they are about to land on their target.
Fortunately, Shiki’s sharp reaction is faster. Thus, he hits with the elbow the flying books, one by one.
When they land on the carpet, either being spread or lying on the side, Shiki brushes the hair from his face and returns his gaze to the dumbfounded secretary.
“Oh, my… are you hurt, Young Master?” The red-eyed male places his palms on his partner’s cheeks.
For sure, these crimson eyes mesmerize Akira, and his cheeks are dyed in a lovely tone of pink.
But for now, he widens his eyes as Shiki presses his palm against his forehead and comments while keeping his poker face. “Do you have a fever?”
“Hmph. It’s only a false alert. Good.” The dark-haired male narrows his gaze and removes his palm.
After a brief pause, he closes his eyes and lowers his shoulders. “In any case, I would need to rearrange the bookshelves so that one day you won’t get killed by a simple encyclopedia…”
But for now, Shiki picks a small pocket watch from his shirt pocket and checks on time. “My… It’s almost time for the afternoon teatime. So, I should be going, Young Master.”
When he turns his back and is about to leave with elegance, he feels how someone grab his hand and stop in the same spot.
“Sir, please wait!” The silver-haired secretary demands.
When Shiki turns his head, Akira fixes himself while containing his emotions. “Er, I mean, Shikiko. You can leave it to anyone else. So, can you stay here and keep me company for longer?”
After releasing his hand, he keeps it close to his heart, but without removing his eyes from his partner. “Of course, if you don’t mind…”
‘What a needy master I have to serve. How cute…’ Shiki ponders while looking at his subordinate, who is nothing more than a puppy.
Such a request amuses the so-called Shikiko, and he curves a satisfied smile while keeping his hands close. “If this is what you want, I cannot say no.”
“Then do you know how to play chess?” Akira gives a questioning look.
“Before being able to serve you, I had to learn how to keep Akira-sama entertained.” The dark-haired male explains in an unusually soft tone.
Instead of letting himself be completely captivated by Shiki’s charms, the silver-haired male closes his eyes and coughs. “I see… In that case, before we start, can I ask you something?”
After taking a deep breath, he adds. “If I win, can you grant one wish?”
“As if I’m not here for you, Young Master.” Shiki sighs.
Lastly, Akira fixes his back and speaks up with firm determination. “Please do not forget your words, Shikiko. And make yourself comfortable while I prepare the table.”
Meanwhile, the dark-haired male cannot help himself but smirk like a feline before elegantly walking towards the armchair.
After intense gameplay, it seems someone from above is in favor of the preserved military secretary and helps him win the match.
Meanwhile, Shiki tries to calm himself and mentally prepares himself for the worst. But for now, he congratulates the victor of the battle in a polite tone. “As I expected - no less from Young Master. So, what do you want me to do?”
At first, Akira hesitantly averts his gaze from his partner and thinks. When he faces Shiki, he nervously swallows the saliva and briefly instructs him. “First, I need you to follow me somewhere where no one will see or hear us. It’s just something personal.”
From his tense shoulders and posture alone, the dark-haired male can tell Akira has dark ulterior motives, which he has planned all along but is still ashamed to voice.
Nevertheless, he has no choice but to follow the military secretary to whatever place he’ll humiliate him in this weak form before finishing him.
‘In the end, you’re no different from any filthy animal in heat. I’ll make sure to remember it all.’ Shiki wonders while slightly trembling and narrowing his gaze as step by step he is getting closer to his own execution.
More so, he doesn’t like how his partner anxiously looks on the sides, as if anyone could follow them. For sure, it only makes his guts twisted.
However, he is immediately taken aback by the concerned secretary.
As Akira places his palm on the doorknob, he turns his head and asks. “Is everything alright? Are you feeling sick?”
When Shiki closes his crimson eyes, he lowers his eyes and sighs. “Do not mind me.”
After opening the bedroom door, the silver-haired male holds it open for his partner. “Alright. Then after you.”
And so, when they are both inside, Akira locks the door behind him while Shiki waits for a fate worse than death.
After a brief pause, Akira exhales and addresses his partner while fixating his blue, serious eyes on him. “Do you know why did I ask you to come here, Shikiko?”
However, Shiki only lowers his head and shakes it.
When the preserved secretary approaches his partner, he grasps his braid and confesses. “There is one thing that only you can do it. So…”
After wrapping his arm around the dark-haired male’s waist, he adds. “Please, return the commander to me!”
Thus, with one sudden movement, he pulls Shikiko’s wig and reveals the owner of this body.
After it reaches the ground, Akira pulls Shiki into a tight hug and sinks his fingers into his messy hair. “I’m so glad to see you again, sir. So, welcome back.”
Suddenly, he gets alerted upon grasping the commander’s unusually slim waist and sensing a pair of soft breasts pressing against him. “You… You really went that far. Please do not misunderstand me, sir. I’m happy that you kept your word and done for this for me, but…”
Meanwhile, Shiki uses his chance to escape from Akira’s embrace and complains. “Hmph. Then help me to get out of this thing.”
As he approaches the bed, he gives an irritated, demanding look.
Of course, Akira follows him without a second thought.
When both sit next to each other, the dark-haired male removes the apron and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
As Akira watches how his partner tosses the maid uniform shirt away, he covers his mouth with his palm upon noticing a large bust under his white t-shirt. “How… How did you manage to get a surgery in the middle of the night? Don’t tell me… You also risked your health and escaped the hospital…”
When Shiki briefly stands up to lower the skirt’s zipper on the back, he removes this piece of clothing and explains. “Relax. It’s fake. Tsk. As if I let any freak to deform me.”
“I… I see…” Akira responds in an unsure tone while his partner removes his t-shirt and reveals the reason his waist is so thin. Surely, just looking at that wine-colored corset crushes him.
Upon noticing the light-skinned color silicone cosplay gear attached to Shiki, the silver-haired secretary secretly feels relieved, as if a large boulder was removed from his chest.
After removing it, Shiki aims it at an already thrown a pile of clothes and throws it.
But for now, he turns his back to Akira and briefly commands. “Untie it.”
At first, the military secretary hesitates to bring his hands on the corset. Soon, as he undoes it, he asks. “That looks painful. But how did you put it on?”
Meanwhile, Shiki only cracks a smile. “I called one of the maids when you fall asleep.”
Upon feeling how his internal organs and lungs are released from the pressure that was restraining and slowly killing him, he closes his eyes and deeply breathes.
After a brief pause, he turns to Akira’s side and adds. “Since one day I’ve spotted one of your men watching together a very questionable type of content, I immediately recognized one of our servants. I could have simply fired her, but I decided not. So, last night, I called her to cooperate with me and threatened to kill one by one of her relatives and friends before exposing her if she won’t keep her mouth shut.”
The silver-haired male holds his chin and lowers his gaze. “Even so, that was reckless of you. What if anyone else discovers that you were dressing like this? You may have put not only your reputation but also your life at risk…”
When he closes his eyes and tightens his lips, he sighs. “I appreciate your effort and what you did for me today. I really do. But I really don’t want anything bad to happen to you, so please prioritize your safety.”
Suddenly, he widens his blue eyes and silently whimpers when the commander lands his palm on his head.
As Shiki ruffles his subordinate’s hair, he calmly replies. “You worry too much, you idiot. As if I’ll let any filthy insect touch me or spit nonsense.”
A second later, he adds. “Haven’t I told you already? You are the only person who is worth of staying by my side. Or do I need to remind you why?”
These words move the preserved military secretary, and he pushes his partner on the bed. While pinning his hands, Akira looks at him with loving and longing eyes. “It might be selfish of me, but… Can I hold you?”
Meanwhile, Shiki only turns his head like a prideful feline. “Don’t ask stupid questions when your twenty-four hours are not over yet? Do as you wish before I changed my mind.”
In the end, Akira leans close and whispers. “Thank you.”
And so, even if the whole evening and night are still ahead, the silver-haired secretary will do anything in his power to make sure that Shiki is showered in attention and care which he deserves.
The Rain of Detoxification
May. 1st, 2024 02:58 pmFandom: Togainu no Chi
Pairing: Shiki x Akira
Summary:
After a long, exhausting battle, one silver-haired woman only leans against the wall and stares into the void without caring about anything.
No matter how long Akira waits to disappear in the never-ending rain and wash down her cursed blood, it's not Death who reaches out for her, but someone else. Someone she has fought in the past.
What fate awaits for Akira?
Read and find out~
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Somewhere in the Toshima’s streets. One young silver-haired woman wearing an orange t-shirt, a darker color jacket with a fluffy collar, and gray jeans is wandering in the never-ending maze of streets.
It doesn’t help that the concrete-colored thick clouds that cover the sky mess up her sense of time. Therefore, she isn’t sure how much time she has wasted running in circles and looking for the lost Keisuke.
After all, the brunette could be hiding anywhere or just waiting in an open spot for Akira to show up and pick her up.
For sure, in times like this, the blue-eyed gal curses herself for letting Keisuke stay in Toshima and now having an extra back to cover or a tail that follows her everywhere.
As Akira reaches a narrow dark alley, she widens her blue eyes and immediately draws her combat knife.
Fortunately, her reaction is faster, and she blocks the sword attack from behind.
As their weapons clash and the white sparkles cover the naked blade, Akira lifts her gaze and gets alerted by her opponent’s crimson deadly eyes behind that pale-as-a-ghost poker face.
Despite the enemy’s intimidation, Akira refuses to look away and show weakness.
Meanwhile, that strong determination in these fearless blue eyes sparkles the dark-haired woman’s curiosity, and she briefly cracks a smile. But for now, she withdraws her katana before unleashing another strike.
Instead of blocking her opponent’s strike, Akira rolls to the side and dodges the lower cut.
While the silver-haired woman crouches, she realizes that something is off.
The tall, pale woman wearing a long black leather coat with short sleeves, long matching color gloves, and the same color leather pants only stands here with her lowered sword and closes her eyes. More importantly, she doesn’t wear tags but a couple of silver crosses.
Even when Akira stands up while fixating her eyes on the swordsman, she understands she cannot give in to her provocation.
After all, she may lose her head. Therefore, it might be wiser to use this as her chance to escape, right?
As the silver-haired woman keeps her defensive position, she understands that her opponent may cut her into pieces before she even takes a step back.
Thus, while having nothing to lose, Akira charges at the dark-haired woman.
Besides, the upper slash may reach her throat. She wonders as she is about to unleash a diagonal attack.
Suddenly, she widens her big blue eyes and gasps as the swordsman gracefully dodges the strike, making Akira nearly lose her balance.
A second later, the dark-haired woman smiles sadistically and hits her opponent’s back with an elbow.
Just as Akira harshly falls to the ground and groans, she is immediately grabbed by the collar of her orange t-shirt and lifted.
Soon, she closes her eyes and moans as her back touches the building’s wall.
Yet, the silver-haired woman shakily opens her eyes when the gloved palm holds her chin and gently tilts her head.
As these red eyes study her prey, Akira comments while being in awe. “Wait… Aren’t you?… Shiki?”
As Shiki narrows her indifferent gaze, she speaks up. “Hmph. Is this little puppy knows my name already?”
When she places her thumb on Akira’s lower lip, she adds. “However, it will be a such a waste of my time if I’ll kill a small fry like you, now.”
For sure, these words make the blue-eyed woman frown and shake off her hand.
“The hell with you!” Akira backfires without removing her indignant eyes from her opponent.
However, when she notices an amused feline look on Shiki’s face, she nervously swallows her saliva.
While the dark-haired woman places her palm on Akira’s cheek and slides it down the neck, she parts her partner’s legs with her knee.
Despite the chilling air around Shiki and her intimidation, she only listens to her while narrowing her stubborn eyes. “Good. That’s a fitting look for a dog.”
As she releases her partner’s t-shirt, she grasps Akira’s necklace with dog tags and addresses her in a deeper voice. “However, I will still tame a stray dog like you until you eat from my hand.”
After removing her hands from her new toy and stepping back, Shiki proudly continues her speech. “… But not now.”
Lastly, as the dark-haired woman turns her back, she adds before leaving. “I’ll come to pick you up when you are ready.”
Even as Shiki walks away with a contented look until she disappears in the night, Akira leans her back against her back while holding her arm and silently growling at this arrogant woman.
Even if her rational mind tells her not to persuade the terror of the night that makes Igura players scream in terror, a brand-new rage boils inside her that won’t be satisfied until she takes down this woman before Il Re.
But for now, Akira widens her blue eyes upon remembering that she is not in the neutral area, and she must look up for her trustworthy weapon before continuing her search.
A few days have passed. It is pouring as hard as from a strong shower outside that even feral crackheads are hiding in their found shelters.
Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman only leans against the wall and stares into the void with dull eyes, without caring about anything after a long, emotionally exhausting battle.
At this point, nothing really matters anymore, and the corpse lying close to her only makes her regret being brought into this world.
After all, she failed to save her childhood friend and her cursed blood slowly tortured Keisuke to death.
Perhaps it might be better to get rid of this blood completely. Or so Akira wonders as she stares at her bleeding palm washed by the rainwater.
Yet, she is too exhausted to even look up for her trustworthy weapon and slit her veins and fasten this process.
In the end, the blue-eyed woman lowers her gaze and sighs, wishing to disappear into the never-ending rain of Toshima.
Some time has passed. Unfortunately, there are no signs of the heavy rain stopping soon.
Despite that, one dark-haired woman carrying an umbrella refuses to return to her lair. After all, she is convinced that even in such awful weather, there will be someone worth her attention. Someone who will keep her entertained for a while, and she knows it.
Thus, the red-eyed swordsman continues wandering in the empty Toshima streets, seeking someone to play with.
Soon, she notices a couple of people in the distance - one is lying in the middle of the road while another sits against the wall.
Surely, these Rein addicts are nothing more than wild animals that don’t care about the time and place to sort out their petite fights. Shiki assumes as she closes her eyes and sighs.
As she approaches this couple, she lowers her head and kicks the lying brunette on her stomach as if she is nothing more than an ugly insect.
‘Tsk. It’s just another weak trash that overdosed on that disgusting drug. What a pathetic piece of useless meat…’ the red-eyed swordsman ponders while keeping an indifferent face while staring at Keisuke, who foams the saliva with glassy eyes.
Yet, Shiki lifts and turns her head upon hearing a faithful but familiar voice.
“Wait… What are you… why are you here?” Akira speaks up to her in a weak voice while leaning forward.
Upon spotting one silver-haired woman with ice-cold blue eyes, Shiki narrows her gaze and smirks like a feline. “So, you’re here as well?”
Instead of saying anything, Akira doesn’t remove her eyes from the elegantly approaching swordsman.
When Shiki squats in front of the exhausted Igura player, she observes her while keeping her poker face.
Such behavior makes the blue-eyed woman back off until her back presses the wall.
However, when her cut palm touches the wet ground, she closes her eyes and softly moans.
Meanwhile, this reaction piques Shiki’s curiosity, and grabs her partner’s wrist.
As she brings it close, Akira protests while trying to shake off her hand. “Let me go!”
Unfortunately for her, the red-eyed swordsman keeps a tight grip, making Akira frown and grind her teeth.
While Shiki studies the cut palm, she asks. “Who did this to you? Was it that small fry over there?”
After she lifts her crimson eyes, she adds. “You will only bleed dry if you leave it open like this.”
“If you came here just to mock me, leave or kill me already!” Akira immediately backfires while keeping an indignant look on her face.
These words surprise the dark-haired woman and momentarily freeze her in the same spot.
After she closes her eyes and chuckles, she opens her eyes and throws her umbrella away.
As Shiki cracks a mocking smile and grasps Akira’s cheeks with one hand and another cornering her, she brings her face close to her and comments. “Hmph. You are still baring your fangs and bark at your owner.”
Meanwhile, the wounded fighter stares into her opponent’s eyes with her stubborn ones.
For now, her partner’s look entertains the red-eyed swordsman, and Shiki adds. “Besides, who allowed you to decide what I should do with you?”
After withdrawing her face and removing her palm from Akira’s face, Shiki presses her gloved palm against her forehead and brushes up her wet bangs from her face.
While she strokes her partner’s hair, water gushes through her fingers and runs down the silver-haired woman’s face.
Meanwhile, instead of silently enduring it and accepting her defeat, Akira gathers her strength and grabs the same arm that touches her with both hands, attempting to lower it.
However, such a gesture thrills Shiki, and she remarks with a content look. “What an impatient and needy dog you are. You may still lack discipline, but it’s fine.”
When she removes Akira’s palms from her arm, she proudly declares while placing one arm under her partner’s thighs and another one behind her shoulders. “You’re going with me because you belong to me.”
“What are you-?” the silver-haired woman objects. Yet, she gets alerted by Shiki standing up and lifting her in her arms.
But for now, Akira narrows her eyes and stares at the red-eyed swordsman who carries her like a wounded princess.
In the end, before taking their leave, Shiki asks while checking on her new prized possession. “What’s wrong? I’m taking you to your new home.”
Thus, this couple disappears in the never-ending rain.
Some time has passed. Finally, the dark-haired woman unlocks the apartment’s door, and both enter.
Upon the sound of the light switch clicked, the blue-eyed woman was genially surprised to see such a well-kept room. Hell, there is even electricity, and the windows are in fine condition.
When she turns her head towards the bed, Shiki stops and comments in a stricter tone. “Dirty animals do not lie on a clean bedsheet. Who knows what dirt they can bring to their owner?”
After Akira lifts her head and narrows her questioning eyes, the dark-haired swordsman gives her a proud look and explains. “However, before I find a suitable dog bed for you, you will be allowed to sleep on the same one as your master.”
While the water droplets from Akira’s soaked hair run down her face, she clings to her partner’s open coat and asks. “Why are you doing this? Just what do you want from me?”
Even a mysterious killer who spreads fear and despair like Shiki can barely keep her poker face when she holds an embodiment of an innocent puppy in her arms that relies on her master’s guidance and care.
Lastly, the red-eyed swordsman announces before bringing her partner to the bathroom, which is just a short distance from the bedroom. “Have you already forgotten? Hmph. It cannot be helped then… But first, you need to take a bath.”
No matter how it doesn’t sound promising for the blue-eyed woman, she understands she has to accept whatever Shiki has prepared.
After entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her, Shiki walks to the bathtub and puts her partner into it.
A second later, the dark-haired woman briefly orders. “Strip.”
Meanwhile, Akira lifts her head and only dumbfounded stares at her partner.
Suddenly, the blue-eyed woman widens her eyes and nervously swallows the saliva as the tip of the sharp blade points at her neck.
Yet, Shiki is unaffected by Akira’s reactions, and she asks her. “Did I stutter? Or do you prefer that I cut them off for you?”
When she lowers the tip of her katana down to the collar of Akira’s t-shirt, she adds. “Either way is fine by me.”
Finally, Akira had enough of Shiki’s arrogant behavior. After closing her blue eyes, she carefully pushes the blade away with a couple of her fingers. “I get it. If that makes you leave me alone.”
Such an answer curves a satisfied smile on the dark-haired woman’s face, and she lets her trustworthy weapon rest in the sheath.
After leaving her partner’s side, Shiki removes her long leather gloves and coat and hangs them on the nearest hanger.
In the meantime, Akira doesn’t rush. After removing her sneakers, socks, and jacket with a white fur collar soaked in rainwater, she drops them on the floor.
It feels much more liberating. It’s like a heavy ballast that was restraining her has been removed.
But for now, as she undoes her belt and struggles to get out from the pair of wet jeans that stick to her legs, she doesn’t even notice the one certain swordsman in front of her.
Suddenly, the silver-haired woman gasps and closes her eyes as she gets lifted by her ankles and slips down to the bottom of the bathtub.
Fortunately, she avoids hitting her head against the bathtub’s inner walls. A moment later, she opens her eyes and frowns when Shiki grabs her jeans and shakes them.
While Akira fixates her eyes on the dark-haired woman, she indignantly asks. “What? What do you think of doing?”
Instead of saying anything, Shiki ignores her while dealing with the current task. And after a while of struggling, she tosses away the bothering piece of clothing.
However, when the red-eyed swordsman bends and grasps her partner’s black shorts underwear, she widens her eyes upon a harsher slap against her palm and her precious prized possession’s warning. “Don’t touch me!”
After realizing what she has done, Akira deeply breathes and stares at Shiki while covering her mouth with her elbow.
When she lowers her arm, she adds while keeping her poker face. “You are allowing yourself too much, don’t you think so?”
The dark-haired woman lowers her head and briefly chuckles. After she raises her head, she brushes away the wet bangs from her pale while curving a vicious smile. “Aren’t you afraid that your hand will dry and fall off after harming your master?”
As she leans closer and corners her prey without giving her hope of escaping alive, her red eyes blaze with hell’s fury.
Yet, instead of showing any sign of fear and doubt, Akira looks straight into the demon’s eyes with her stubborn gaze.
While Shiki grasps her cheeks with her palm, she comments in a deeper voice. “Looks like I would need to discipline you later.”
After she loosens her grasp and slides her palm on her partner’s neck, she declares before tearing her necklace. “First, you don’t need this.”
Thus, with the clicking metal hitting the ceramic plates, Shiki slides her under Akira’s t-shirt and spreads her palm.
As she exposes her partner’s belly, she blissfully narrows her eyes and exhales. After all, that pleasant sensation of her adored pet’s twitching abs at her fingertips thrills the dark-haired swordsman.
“Looks like you’re already responding to your master’s touch. Good.” Shiki comments in a satisfied tone as she grasps the silver-haired woman’s t-shirt and lifts it.
But for now, the red-eyed woman briefly orders her in her usual tone. “Lift your arms.”
Meanwhile, Akira only fixates her cold blue eyes on her opponent and follows the command. If that is the only fastest way to get rid of her, then so it is.
After removing her orange t-shirt and tossing it away, Shiki briefly chuckles. “What is this thing? Are you a security dog if you wear it?”
“Hmph. Either way, you won’t need this too!” the red-eyed swordsman declares as she grips the front zipper of Akira’s black sports bra.
Thus, with one sudden move, she lowers the zipper and reveals her partner’s bust.
For sure, the silver-haired woman’s cheeks are heathen, and she instinctively covers her naked breasts with her arm.
Meanwhile, Shiki asks in an authoritative tone. “Remove it. Or do you wash yourself with your clothes on?”
“Leave! Then, I’ll do it.” Akira immediately backfires and secretly hopes she gets rid of this pesky woman.
Yet, Shiki narrows her piercing gaze and grips her partner’s wrists. After pressing Akira’s palms on the bottom of the bathtub, she stares at the struggling creature below.
Even if her red eyes glow in merciless crimson, her voice remains assertive but calm. “Who are you to order your master?”
At the moment, Akira only turns her head away. Besides, there might be no greater humiliation than this.
Even with her shakily closed eyes, the silver-haired woman feels Shiki’s eyes on her. She is certain of it.
It doesn’t help her that this mysterious woman might be staring at her chest and making her hear her own heartbeat inside her head.
But for now, Akira shakily respires as her nipples become erect from being exposed to the world.
It’s only because of feeling cold, right? There is no other way. Or so she convinces herself while keeping her legs close and impatiently waiting to be finished by her supposed-to-be enemy.
Instead of that, she feels how her bra’s straps slide down her shoulders and arms until it lands in the bathtub.
“Now, finish on your own,” Shiki briefly commands.
For sure, her partner’s voice makes Akira open her blue eyes and face this woman. Yet, she understands she is in no power to object.
When Akira sighs, she places her hands around her underwear and removes it while trying to cover her private parts.
Lastly, when she throws away the remaining clothes, she hugs her knees and gives a questioning look to Shiki.
“See? Was it that difficult? And so much fuzz over nothing…” the red-eyed woman mockingly comments.
After Shiki leans forward, she stretches her arm up to pick up the showerhead.
Meanwhile, Akira instinctively closes her eyes as Shiki’s large bust touches her face.
‘That woman does it on purpose just to make fun of me, doesn’t she?’ She wonders as Shiki’s breasts rub against her.
But for now, the dark-haired swordsman brings her arm below it and turns on the shower head.
As the water runs down her pale skin, Shiki indifferently stares at it.
When the water warms to the right temperature, she lowers her arm and briefly gives another command. “Close your eyes until I say so.”
Meanwhile, Akira only silently follows the orders. Yet, the sudden water spray against her hair nearly jolts her.
A second later, she gets alerted as Shiki buries her fingers in her hair and gets goosebumps as her scalp is massaged.
After wetting her silver hair, Akira hears the showerhead stop and taps the bathtub.
Suddenly, she shrugs upon something cold and thick poured on her head.
However, just before she opens her mouth, Shiki’s palm brushes her hair from her face.
When her partner rubs her scalp, Akira hears the rising cracking of shampoo foam.
Yet, it doesn’t take long for Akira to get used to and even enjoy how someone like a cold-blooded killer like that woman carefully washes her hair.
Besides, she hasn’t expected that even something as simple as that can be enjoyable if not relaxing.
But for now, the blue-eyed woman lets out without realizing the nearly purring-like noises as Shiki massages behind her ears and her scalp.
Even when her partner rinses her hair, she wonders whether it is okay to be spoiled like this by the stranger. More so, this might be probably the first time when anyone has ever shown such a care for her.
However, Akira’s further thoughts are interrupted by Shiki’s usual voice. “Open your eyes and give me your arm.”
This time, she stretches her arm and allows it to rest in the red-eyed woman’s hands without a second thought.
After examining it, Shiki comments on the small cut in her pet’s palm. “It’s not as bad as I thought. Good. That will save me more time.”
When she releases her arm, she picks a round sponge and shower gel from the other edge of the bath.
After pouring a bit of the shower gel on the sponge, Shiki squeezes until the soap foam runs down through the gaps of her fingers and briefly commands. “Stay still.”
In the end, Akira accepts her fate and allows this woman to scrub her back.
Surprisingly, Shiki is not too rough or puts too much pressure like it’s that perfect balance. More importantly, she already knows her body better than herself and the right spots to rub.
When the dark-haired swordsman finishes washing her back, her adored prized possession offers one and then another arm for her.
However, Akira widens her eyes as Shiki places her palm on her knee and grabs her wrist.
As the silver-haired woman holds onto her partner’s arm, she stares with her shy blue eyes. “I… I can do it on my own. So, I don’t need any spectators for that.”
Yet, Shiki only smirks like a proud feline. “Ho~ You are an impatient puppy that cannot sit in the same spot during the bath time.”
After she shakes her pet’s hands off her, she adds. “However, it seems that I would need to hold you down and not let you run away until you are clean.”
When Shiki lands her palms on her partner’s knees, she spreads her legs and slides her palms down her thighs.
However, instead of resisting, Akira only turns her head away while her ears burn from embarrassment. “You don’t have to stare at me like this…”
After Shiki rests her palm on Akira’s shoulder, she washes her chest.
Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman closes her eyes and clenches her palms while letting out silent purring-like noises.
For sure, there might be no greater humiliation than being watched and cleaned by the same person who defeated her in the not-so-distant past.
What does Shiki, who’s supposed to be a cold-blooded killer, see in her that makes her spare her life? Or is she nothing more than a pass of time for Shiki before getting bored? Probably, probably not. Who knows?
If so, why did this large cat clean her caught mouse before eating it? Or could it be - this feline is too spoiled and only plays with new and clean toys? Or so Akira wonders while the sponge moves all over her upper body without missing a spot.
Yet, she knows one thing - her body has already become sensitive thanks to this mysterious woman’s touch. Even when the sponge moving in Shiki’s hand massages her breasts and her buds, Akira shakily respires and closes her blue eyes.
Suddenly, she whimpers and instinctively keeps her legs close as the sponge touches her groin.
After she faces her partner, she asks while trying to keep her poker face. “What are you-?”
However, Shiki interrupts her with another brief command. “Spread your legs and lift your bottom.”
Without a second thought, Akira once again follows this woman’s orders, no matter how she would look in such a shameful position.
More so, the longer Shiki rubs her privates, Akira lets out adorable whims and respires at the rising heat in her lower regions, followed by the unknown pleasant sensation.
Eventually, Shiki’s calm voice returns her to reality. “Give me your leg.”
When Akira lowers her bottom, she raises her leg while giving Shiki a slightly irritated look until it rests in her partner’s hands.
To her surprise, the dark-haired woman keeps her poker face without biting remarks while cleaning her foot and ankle and going upwards until she reaches her thigh.
Soon, Shiki repeats the same process with another leg. When she finishes washing her prized possession and puts the sponge away, she takes the shower head into her hand and turns it on.
When the dark-haired woman rinses her body, she can feel that while Shiki handles the current task, her palm also moves as if it tries to memorize the shape of her body.
Soon, after Shiki turns off the water and hangs the shower head back to its place, she leaves her partner’s side to look for one specific item.
A few seconds later, Akira immediately closes her eyes as something fluffy lands on her head.
However, just before she opens her mouth, Shiki starts drying her hair and, eventually, her body with a white towel.
Several minutes have passed. After Shiki reaches her bed while carrying Akira wrapped in the towel, she drops her on it.
Akira closes her eyes and lets out a whimper as the bed creaks under the weight that was dropped on it.
However, after she sits and opens her eyes, she immediately lowers her eyes and fixates them on the newly thrown item at her.
Meanwhile, Shiki only smiles at how Akira picks and studies a white, oversized shirt. “What is it with you? Put it on.”
After a brief pause, Akira removes the towel and starts dressing up while giving her partner a questioning look and asking her in a humble tone. “Why are you doing this?”
“Have you forgotten already? You are mine.” Shiki proudly declares.
Lastly, the dark-haired woman adds before turning her back and heading to the bathroom. “Just behave nicely until I’ll return.”
As soon as the red-eyed swordsman leaves, Akira gets up and looks around the apartment.
After investigating for a while, the silver-haired woman notices that the door is locked, and no matter how hard she looks, she cannot find the keys.
Yet, Akira remembers that even if this apartment was unlocked, it’s wiser to stay inside for tonight.
After all, Rein users or other feral types, who are thirsty not only for blood, infested Toshima’s streets. So, at the moment, someone as defenseless as her running around in nothing more than a long white shirt is a perfect prey for a hungry beast.
Besides, despite for whatever reason Shiki took her in, it’s also a safe shelter from wind and rain.
Either way, Shiki’s sword is also missing or maybe she just hides it well.
“Does she really carries it with her anywhere she goes? That stupid woman…” Akira mutters while resting her chin on her palm and returns to the bedroom.
More time has passed. But for now, Akira peacefully slumbers while lying on the side and curling under the blanket.
However, she softly groans and slowly opens her eyes when something soft and big presses against her back and rests her arm on her.
For sure, it doesn’t take long to figure out who is this pesky person who pushes her to the edge of the bed until she nearly touches the wall and parts her legs with her pushed knee.
‘Just when did she get here?’ Akira wonders, while being embraced by this large feline.
On the other hand, perhaps it’s better not to push her luck and check whether Shiki is asleep or just playing around.
More importantly, this is the first time in her life when someone shares their body warmth with her. Although, it’s nothing that she really minds.
Besides, this is the first time in a while that she can rest without fear that someone may attack her. Or so the silver-haired woman decides as she softens her gaze and sighs.
Soon, the sound of raindrops rhythmically tapping on the window and the pouring rain outside makes her eyelids heavy and wash her grim past and pain away. In the end, the blue-eyed woman drowns in a deep sleep.
Thus, it’s Akira’s first night spent in the warm embrace of Shiki and the beginning of her taming by this woman.
Notes:
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First of all,
Thank You so @shikiakitogainu for giving me a permission to use this lovely shikiaki yuri fanart for this story❤
Yup, it looks so gorgeous*✧ ✰ 。*
Also, if you are reading this,
Hopefully, you've enjoyed this story...
Yup, 'cos I wanted to make it like a small treat for you ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )
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I'll Come During the Silent Night
Apr. 20th, 2024 11:50 amTitle: I'll Come During the Silent Night
Fandom: King of Fighters
Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami
Pairing: Iori Yagami x Kyo Kusanagi
Summary:
Tonight, one redhead is unable to find a peace of mind during such a serene night.
However, will be there anyone to comfort him?
Read and find out.
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Somewhere in an unknown place and time. Soon, one redhead slowly regains his consciousness while groaning.
Despite the terrible headache, he places his hand on his forehead while his chest bloats.
Right now, Iori feels numb pain over his body as he was beaten by the sandbag.
Upon opening his eyes, Iori uses his elbows to get up unsteadily.
Is it finally over? What the hell happened this time? He didn’t simply pass out when the curse had worn out, did he? Iori wonders as he stares at the bloody ground with his dull, empty gaze.
Suddenly, the redhead widens his eyes and whispers while leaning on his elbow. “Kyo…”
After turning his head, he freezes in the same spot and stares at Kusanagi lying next to him on his stomach without facing him.
More so, there are scratches across the brunette’s entire back, as if a feral beast attacked him earlier.
When Iori kneels next to Kyo, he repeats his rival’s name while shaking his shoulders. “Kyo!”
Unfortunately, he receives no response or reaction from the fallen Kusanagi.
As his fingers sink into the brunette’s shoulders, he lowers his head and grinds his teeth. “Shit…”
Lastly, Yagami addresses his partner in a desperate voice. “Just stop joking around and wake up already! Hey…”
After he rolls Kyo on his back and notices his pale, lifeless face and bloody torn t-shirt, along with the damage on his chest alone, his heart instantly drops to his heels.
There is not a single healthy spot left on Kyo’s upper body or even the flesh.
More so, the beast’s claws dug deep until they had torn the muscle tissue and exposed the rib cage dyed in red.
At that moment, the longer Iori stares at him, he breathes deeply while his palms twitch.
That lingering sensation of grasping someone’s life at his fingertips and hearing a loud heartbeat inside his head makes the redhead shiver and swallow the saliva.
Despite hating the after-feel of the once warm blood dripping from his fingertips, the redhead senses that someone deep inside him was smiling with their satisfied snake eyes and praising him.
Even if he refuses to check on his hands, Yagami understands who is the monster that assaulted his partner.
It doesn’t matter if that overgrown, vengeful snake took control over his body and used him as a mere tool, because it won’t change the fact that he was the one who cut Kyo’s life thread.
Suddenly, the redhead clenches his palms into fists until his nails sink into his skin and lowers his head.
When Iori grabs the brunette by his jacket, he yells at him without facing him. “HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? WHY YOU HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING TO PROTECT YOURSELF, YOU FOOL?”
After receiving no answers from Kyo, who lowers his head to the side like a rag doll, Iori pitifully whimpers. “Why?…”
For now, the redhead bites his lower lip until the dark crimson liquid runs down and carefully lowers his partner.
Lastly, he pulls the brunette into a tight hug while barely holding back from sobbing. “Kyo…”
As Iori puts his hand behind Kyo’s head and sinks his fingers into his scalp, he closes his eyes and rests his head on his shoulder.
A few minutes have passed, and he immediately opens his eyes and lifts his head upon hearing a weak sigh.
While tears gather in his eyes, Iori whispers in disbelief. “Kyo?”
Unfortunately, he doesn’t have enough time to comprehend what is happening or to react to the new threat.
Thus, as Yagami’s back harshly hits the ground, he grunts.
But for now, he only observes Kusanagi moving like being attached to the invisible strings and sitting on top of Iori.
“What are you-?” the redhead addresses his partner before his voice is cut off by Kyo, who puts his ice-cold hands on his neck and crushing his throat.
While his face twists in pain, he desperately catches for air.
After Iori manages to grasp his partner’s wrists, he stares at him with a stubborn gaze.
As the crushing pressure against his throat increases, he can feel that his eyeballs may pop out at any moment and his strength slowly leaving his body.
Meanwhile, Kyo only looks down on him with dead, expressionless eyes, with showing no emotion - no anger, no joy, no hatred, no nothing.
Finally, the brunette speaks up in a robotic voice. “You… I have no use of you anymore. Why don’t you join him if you like him so badly?”
Suddenly, Yagami gets alerted upon realizing who is pulling the strings. While his palms tremble, he frowns and groans. “The hell?... Leave... Leave Kyo out of this... Leave him alone, you... you bastard…”
Unfortunately for him, his vision starts blacking out, and he releases the brunette’s wrists.
However, just before Iori lets out his final breath, a pair of enormous yellow snake eyes appear in the sky and narrow their irises while fixating on him.
Suddenly, Iori opens his eyes and sits while gasping and grasping his throat.
But for now, while he breathes deeply, he removes his palm from his neck and lowers his gaze.
“Was just a dream?” the redhead murmurs while staring at his clean palms.
After looking around and noticing the familiar brunette curled under the blanket, he closes his eyes and exhales while lowering his shoulders.
Certainly, seeing the peacefully slumbering Kyo makes him feel as if a heavy boulder was pushed from his chest and, perhaps, secretly happy that he won’t need to deal with him.
After all, this Kusanagi can be nosy and worry too much where he shouldn’t. So, it is for the better if he knows less. Either way, it may take a while to go back to sleep. Besides, taking some fresh air outside may help him to distract himself. Or so Yagami reminds himself when he gets up and makes sure he won’t wake up his partner.
Lastly, before leaving the bedroom, Iori turns his head and checks on the sleeping brunette, who is completely unaffected by his surroundings.
Several minutes have passed. It is a serene night that not a single living soul dares to disturb the silence.
Only gray smoke reaching for the moon and disappearing into the starry sky reveals that someone is restless during such a night.
A second later, a mild breeze blows and carries away the smoke of the lit cigarette that rests between Yagami’s pale fingers.
While Iori leans on the balcony’s parapet, he lifts his head and stares at the moon with tired eyes, unaware of his surroundings.
Suddenly, Iori is nearly startled by someone gently placing their hand on his shoulder and a familiar voice from behind. “There you are, Yagami.”
As soon as he recognizes to whom it belongs, the redhead closes his eyes and sighs. “What are you doing here?”
After getting close to his partner, Kyo faces him. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking this?”
A second later, the brunette asks without hiding his concerned gaze. “Did anything happen? You were even calling my name during your sleep.”
For sure, it makes Yagami turn his head away.
But for now, he responds in an irritated voice. “Tsk. You worry too much, you idiot. I just needed to get some fresh air. That’s it. So, go back to bed, or else you’ll catch a cold.”
After Kyo smiles and shakes his head, he hangs his head down and comments. “In the middle of the night? You know, I’ve never seen you so eager just to get up and go for a smoke.”
“There is a first time for everything.” Iori immediately backfires.
When the redhead takes the cigarette and inhales until it burns and reaches the filter, he deeply exhales while listening to his partner’s voice. “Is it? Then, can you say it again right in my face?”
Suddenly, Iori drops the cigarette and widens his eyes as Kyo presses his palms on his cheeks, making him turn his head.
At that moment, he remains speechless and stares into Kusanagi’s serious face.
As the brunette softens his gaze, he confesses. “You are a terrible liar. So, I’m not letting you go until you say what is bothering you.”
Instead of showing that he is cornered by a demanding feline like Kyo, Iori takes his hand and lowers it.
But for now, he replies while keeping a straight face. “As if that was any issue to begin with… It’s fine already because since you are standing here.”
Such an unexpected answer catches Kusanagi off guard, and as the heat rushes to his cheeks, he covers his mouth with his elbow. “Wha-? What is it with you using corny lines?”
When Kyo lowers his elbow, he complains in a shy voice. “You only want to get away and keep your problems to yourself, aren’t you?”
Yet, the redhead adds. “But you are warm and breathing. More so, you still behaving like this. So, it’s more than enough to know that you are still alive and not killed by anyone else or…”
Unfortunately, he doesn’t finish the sentence as if the words are stuck inside his throat.
After Iori covers his mouth and steps back, he turns his head away and looks at the empty street.
When the redhead realizes he almost told too much, he frowns and grinds his teeth.
Meanwhile, Kyo only gently calls his partner’s name. “Yagami?”
Just before the brunette takes a step forward, Yagami pushes himself from the balcony wall and rushes to leave without facing his partner. “Forget it! It was nothing more than a dream.”
Fortunately, Kyo’s reflexes are faster, and he wraps his arms around his partner from behind. As he rests his head on his shoulder, he closes his eyes and sighs. “I see… So, that’s what bothers you.”
After a brief pause, the brunette opens his eyes and speaks up in a softer voice. “However, I know you long enough that you would never do this. You’re simply not that kind of person. You know, even if you wanted, you had way too many chances. But somehow I’m still here with you.”
However, instead of listening to him, Iori places his palm on his partner’s head and tries to push him away.
Unfortunately for him, the brunette is too stubborn, and not only he doesn’t move a bit, but he also rubs his cheek against his neck.
In the end, Yagami understands that his effort to get rid of too nosy Kusanagi is useless, and he accepts his fate of ending up in this large feline’s embrace.
But for now, Kyo continues reassuring him. “Even the other you… Well, just because you sent me and Shingo to the hospital ONCE that one time, we both survived.”
When the redhead lowers his eyes, he objects. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you could have died, you fool.”
Yet, Kyo only calmly explains. “The other you only managed to assault me because I got distracted by Shingo’s sudden panicking. Otherwise, I would have knocked you out as any other time your blood boiled. Either way, I’ve only ended up walking with having a black eye and torn lip for a while. So, it wasn’t any big deal or something. You know, I was more relieved learning that you passed out without being harmed or hurting anyone.”
As his hug tightens, the brunette lowers his blushing gaze and adds in a nearly purring voice. “Besides, the other you recently become fond of me and because of that, it’s easier to approach him. Even last time when you went on Blood Riot, I even managed to ride him, but he decided to push me on my fours and fucked me like an animal for a while ‘til he passed out, you know.”
Meanwhile, Iori starts silently growling and frowns. Yet, he tries to remain patient and replies while his fingers dig into his partner’s arm. “You are asking so badly to sleep on the couch for a week, aren’t you? If so, you should say so and I’m not stopping you! As if I care about your antics and affairs, you stupid perverted idiot! So, let me go.”
Eventually, the redhead escapes from his partner’s embrace and is about to leave the balcony.
However, Kyo catches his hand and refuses to let him go. For sure, it makes Yagami stop and turn back.
But for now, the brunette addresses him in a strict tone. “Not until you’ll hear what I have to say.”
When he closes his eyes and sighs, he opens his amber eyes and continues. “Listen, ‘cos you are completely missing my point. Then, you can do as you please.”
After a brief pause, Kyo gets close to Iori and rests his hands on his chest while fixating his loving eyes on him. “First, I have no interest in taking advantage of you when you are taken over by that curse. However, this is the best way I can make sure that I can make sure that you won’t get harmed.”
But for now, he lowers his gaze and grasps his chest. “I don’t like how that stupid snake dares to screw with your body. I just hope it rolls and twists from anger while watching every single moment when you go Blood Riot and how I handle you until you return to me. So, if I was afraid that you’d kill me or do anything I would hate, don’t you think I would be fine with letting you or the other you do what you want with me? Hell, I would -”
Suddenly, Kyo widens his eyes as a couple of arms wrap around him until their bodies touch.
Finally, as the loving hand strokes his hair, the brunette only closes his eyes and gently whispers his partner’s name.
Lastly, the redhead closes his eyes and sighs. “What am I supposed to do with you?”
Thus, neither of them says a word and enjoys this peaceful moment while being illuminated by the platinum moonlight.