Author's note:
Rin: Daughters of Mnemosyne is a modern day and near future anime about a world with a magical invisible tree Yggdrasil that grows spores called Time Fruits. Once a spore enters a woman's body, she becomes The Immortal. And so we have our main two characters (of the anime, not of my story) - Asougi Rin and her friend/companion Mimi. Neither of them can die in any normal way, whatever you did they would be revived again. Dissecting their bodies, finding and destroying a Time Fruit would do the job, though. Another possibility is meeting their natural enemy - An Angel - who is created if a Time Fruit enters a man. Tenshi, or Angels, called so only for the resemblance - they have wings, but this the only angelic thing. What's interesting between Angels and Immortals - they are irresistibly attracted to each other. Every time a Tenshi appears, these immortal women simply fall apart in passion, leg-numbing, stomach-stinging, mind-controlling desire to have sex with that angel. And The Angel, seemingly quite a normal man in the beginning, becomes this scary instinct-driven crazed creature whose only purpose is to mate with The Immortal, and while doing that - eat/rip apart/devour her, presumably ending up in her death. And the only way to avoid that is to kill a Tenshi before he kills her.
Naruto: I will not try to summarize THAT story, okay? All you need to know is that this will be mostly around Nara Shikamaru and Temari in Rin's world; with a little bit Temari x Rin action.
Just like anime Mnemosyne, this story is definitely not for children. MA WARNING.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
„Mimi! Water, please..."
„Coming!"
Without even opening her eyes Asougi Rin took a small glass from her friend's hands and took a gulp. As the liquid burned her mouth and throat, running down to her stomach, she only scoffed playfully at the purple-haired girl. She would trick her like this every once in a while. And every time afterwards she would say:
"Water is vodka in Russian, you know." and take a shot herself. Rin smiled.
"Did someone say vodka?"
After a rather loud, determined door swing followed a voice – strong, confident, a little husky, cold voice. Before the culprit showed herself into the office where Rin and Mimi sat, the green haired woman silently muttered to herself.
"…it can't be…"
Her eyes opened wide in disbelief the second she saw the intruder standing in the doorway.
Rin did not forget her voice after all, and it hadn't changed a bit, of course. And neither her manner of speaking. Or standing, for that matter. Hands placed firmly on curvy hips, fitted into dark green knee-length kimono dress, wrapped so the cleavage exposed just enough to make you stare at it rather than her eyes. However, if you took only a glimpse, you would find yourself caught in a vast ocean of dark teal, framed by a beautiful face, surrounded by some loosely falling strands of dirty blond hair, while the rest of it were tightly tied into four ponytails.
"Temari…" Rin stood up, ignoring the tearing headache after yesterday's unsuccessful job, which, needless to say, ended up in her death. "I can't believe you're… here."
The blondie flashed a smile.
"Are you just going stand there with your mouth open?" Her rosy lips curved into a half smile, that looked so natural on her face as if it was her usual expression.
Rin stumbled behind her desk and came over, still shocked to see the person in front of her. They were equal height so she didn't need to lower her eyes as she was used to doing with Mimi and directed her teal into Temari's a little darker hue. Temari extended her hand in an elegant manner, but not for a handshake; it reached directly towards Rin's breasts, supposedly accidentally touching her softness while grabbing a tie and pulling the woman closer so that their faces were now inches apart. Her other hand moved from her hip to Rin's, and fingers gently, but firmly squeezed the flesh over the bone. She smiled as an uneven breath escaped Rin, and let her other hand wander up her body, feeling the waistline, breasts, even bigger than hers, collarbone, neatly hidden behind a white shirt, neck, her skin as soft as it was some uncountable number of years ago, the same face, the same eyes, but this time they were hiding behind a pair of glasses. So you got your vision problem finally fixed, I see. Living several hundreds of years without seeing clearly had to be a pain in the ass… But what could have you done, the glasses weren't even invented back then.
Rin breathed deeply. The distance was affecting her, and more than she would like to admit. She let her hands wander on the newcomer's body as well; since she wore a light yukata resembling kimono dress, she could feel every line. Her head slightly turned to the side by itself, partly because of her attempt to better smell Temari's perfume, partly because her smirk was somewhat magnetic.
Temari took Rin's chin in her hand and slowly got closer to her lips. Just like before, she enjoyed teasing her and teasing herself with futile attempts to resist this one. She couldn't stop herself from taking a sharp breath as she felt Rin's tongue between her lips. Their kiss was full of passion, unfightable urges, and it felt like much more important thing that simply to talk. Temari shifted her head and her tongue invaded Rin's mouth, while her hand snaked around her waist, under the vest, and pulled her closer; two bodies pressing onto each other as hard as they could. So many unspoken things were exchanged when their lips joined; how they have missed each other, how neither knew if other was alive during those years they were apart, how refreshing was to see they both were, how on the loneliest nights before falling asleep one would think about the other, how insatiable their kisses would get. The moment when Temari started feeling the pulsing passion in her stomach already happened the second her fingers landed on Rin's tie, but now it was so imminent that she craved to tear her clothes from her body, rather slowly unbutton them. Rin's reaction only confirmed she was in a similar situation; the firm grip on Temari's neck and at her waist testified the feelings these two shared didn't fade a bit even after all these years. The friend, the mother, the savior, the lover, the sister, the everything.
"Ahem…" Mimi coughed, and the women unwillingly unglued themselves from each other, but the look they shared was an unspoken promise this kiss was not the last one.
"Mimi, this is Temari." Rin's voice was amusingly husky, and the blond smiled widely. "Temari, this is Mimi."
The younger girl didn't seem jealous or discontent, but rather confused, glancing from one to another and waiting for a little more detailed introduction.
"We have met… a very, very long time ago, quite soon after we both became immortal." Rin began, trying to fix her attire and hiding flushed cheeks while pouring them all some vodka. "In fact, we both died and were revived the same day. I still remember that like it was yesterday. Haien era... probably the most peaceful time in Japan, but still we managed to get ourselves killed." Rin smiled longingly. "Blame this one, of course. The biggest trouble maker I've ever knew." She glanced at Temari, who grinned widely. Rin always found the playfulness behind that scary composure unbelievable, and unbelievably attractive. "We both were what was called saburuko back then, the first geishas Japan has seen. We were supposed to perform for 2 elite men in a huge mansion before everything would end up in a usual orgy... But men were different back then, sensual and gentle, so it wasn't the worst place to be, considering all the alternatives. Everything was going fine until things started getting a little more intimate. The men shut the lights out, and one of them approached Temari. She, of course, responded willingly, but what we were not aware of was a pair of mad eyes watching us. This fox seduced some rich bastard who got so obsessed with her, he followed us all, and once he saw what was she about to do, he went full crazy. He barged in and sliced up the four of us with his katana. We were scared, but when we woke up besides two cadavers in a pool of blood, yet alive and intact, we were terrified. Since then we hang out together, protecting each other and looking out, working together and wondering what we are. We would continue making love to men, and later make love to each other while they watched, and soon enough we lost the taste for men at all. Especially after a tenshi found us... getting to know such desire and then feeling a lack of it with every man... it was simply disappointing."
Temari noded in agreement. She decided to continue instead. "And then after maybe a hundred years we grew tired of our "profession", so I left to wander around the world, and Rin stayed in Japan. We haven't seen each other since."
Mimi knew a lot about Rin's past, about her serving as a geisha, about what she did since then until they met; but her stories never included Temari. And the tint of sadness, always apparent in her words, probably meant Rin thought her friend was not alive any more, Mimi figured - she also knew Rin well after all.
The green haired woman extended one glass to Temari, and one to Mimi, and three of them gulped it down in unison.
"[...] and for the last 30 years we have been working in private investigation sector, as you probably already know since you managed to find me."
Rin finished her summary of what has she been doing up until now while plumping up her still damp hair and refilling their glasses with some red wine Temari brought from France. She stole the bottle from some rich politician's cellar.
"Why private investigator?" Temari sipped her wine looking down through the window of Rin's apartment. Under her was a night view of Tokyo, a huge dark city with million scattered lights. She disliked huge cities.
Rin laughed before answering. "Well… Since the cinema and movies appearance I found myself really infatuated with detectives and investigations…" She smiled sheepishly, and came over to Temari. She looked at the skin of her bare shoulder, much more tanner than hers. There was a towel wrapped above her breasts but she suspected Temari didn't have a single tanline. "So I thought, since I'm immortal I can become whoever I want. Mimi quite liked the idea as well."
"Hmm." Temari smirked. "Who would have thought… You an investigator. Isn't that dangerous?"
"Sometimes."
"You get killed a lot?"
"More than I'd like."
"So why continue?"
"Why you didn't come back earlier?"
Temari turned her head and rammed her eyes into Rin's teal. Her look was gentle, and a small, but sad smile crept up her mouth.
"I was too afraid I wouldn't find you."
Rin sighed painfully. She rested her cheek against Temari's and her hands wrapped around her waist. Her embrace was tinted with some desperation, and glistening of her eyes told Temari all that she needed to know. She lifted up her chin with one finger and kissed her. There was still wine on their tongues. It was good, but this was better.
Temari's insides shuddered as Rin forcefully pulled the towel. It fell by her feet, and Rin stepped on it without hesitation, making her own naked skin meet Temari's. Her skin was gentle, pale as usual, but soft, almost tickling as it touched. Rin's nipples hardened and Temari felt them brushing against her own breasts, and she couldn't take the tease no more. Her hand sneaked into Rin's green hair and took a fistful of it; Rin submitted, allowing her to kiss her, to invade her mouth with her tongue, to pull her head back so she could kiss her neck. Rin exhaled loudly, her own fingers caressing Temari's waistline and her breast. She was so pleasurable to touch, her gentle skin felt like silk under her fingertips, and since a firmer grip resulted in Temari's a little ragged breathing and a short pause in whatever she was doing, it turned Rin on instantly. Her fingers decisively slid between Temari's legs and she froze with her lips open against her breast; Rin could feel a burst of hot air on her skin where she stopped. What followed was a bite of her nipple, but she barely registered that, her minding shutting off with the first encounter of Temari's wetness.
They fell on the bed, and unbeknownst to her Temari's fingers clutched the sheets; Rin's lips were around her nipple, her hand - on her other breast, and two fingers inside, moving torturingly slowly. Her head jerked back and mouth opened up for a loud moan as Rin thrusted more strongly. She inhaled deeply, consciously trying to lower her breathing rate, as she already felt her face and hands tingling - a feeling she hadn't felt for a long time. She tried to fight, she did - because she knew she will lose the last bits of her mind in a matter of seconds, since all of her blood directed itself anywhere but her brain. Her insides pulsed in unison with Rin's movements, and Temari flinched, her body shivering with desire. With her eyes tightly shut she felt Rin's mouth on her lips, and her tongue dancing in a satisfyingly teasing passion. The kiss ended up abruptly, and Temari couldn't even begin to think when she felt the kiss continued elsewhere.
Rin did not tease any more, she went straight for the goal. Temari barely managed to open her eyes, only to see a sea of green hair and her lover's face between her legs, devouring her. The mere sight sent spasms through her body and her hips buckled against Rin on it's own; a hand sneaked on her lower stomach and pressed her hips down firmly. Temari cried out, she tried not to move, but she couldn't. The pulsing feeling was building up inside her rapidly and she knew she will go mad if Rin would stop now. But she didn't; instead two fingers found their way back into her core and entered - fast, fierce, hard. Temari screamed. She could feel Rin's fingers inside her, moving so hard it could be felt on her belly, that was being pressed down by her other hand. She put her own hand on her mouth to muffle her moans, but ended up biting her knuckle while Rin kept on moving, and moving and moving. Her mind shut itself out completely and as intensity of Rin's movements increased, Temari tried her best in handing onto her last bits of consciousness. All her body tensed up while something indescribable kept growing inside her core, it pulsed like a ticking bomb until the last one thrust of Rin's hand, and the last movement of her tongue - and it exploded. The concentrated ball of pleasure spread out through her body, rippling in waves that sent a shiver along Temari's skin, tension along her muscles, and finally the feeling of satisfaction to her every cell.
She collapsed with overwhelming feeling of release and relaxed. Rin slowly crawled on top to kiss her deeply, letting Temari taste herself, and was about to lie down on her side next to her, but a hand stopped her. Instead, it slid down on Rin's thigh, and pulled her leg forward. The same happened to her other leg, and Rin looked down a little confused just to find a devilish smirk on Temari's lips. She kept pulling, and Rin had no other choice than to crawl up until a point where she was forced to lift her knee and place it above Temari's shoulder. Then she understood, and with that she gasped. Again a sharp breath flew into her lungs as Temari's hand darted through her legs and took a hold of her behind. In a sliding motion the hand descended down and towards the front, brushing against her entrance, moisturizing her fingers, and slowly letting them slide inside. Rin heaved heavily. The anticipation was killing her, and she was more than glad to have a wall in front of her to hold on; she couldn't bear not to look down, and even though Temari buried herself between Rin's legs, her eyes were still smiling up at her.
Her tongue was skilled, as were her fingers. Moving up and down in a synchronized rhythm, pressing against a front wall, pushing that spot. Rin rested her head against the wall and tried her best to hold onto something and not to slide down. Her thighs shivered, even more than her whole body as the pleasure was rapidly building up inside her. She couldn't hold her moans and didn't hide anything; throwing her head back with a swing of green hair she came with a loud wail, her body still fluttering in waves of her orgasm. She didn't see, or heard, but she knew, simply knew a woman under her was smiling devilishly again. Rin smiled to herself.
I missed you too.
