Yeah, right, because I so own Soul Calibur.
Namco: I'MMA SUE YOU!
Me: Just kidding! -hands Mi-na and Mitsu back to Namco.- You can keep them, I was just experimenting.
Namco: Well, get on with the results.
Me: YESSIR!
No, I don't own Soul Calibur. Mi-na, Mitsu, Hwang, all other characters, weapons, etc, belong to Namco. Only this idea belongs to me.
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Another thing. I don't want flames from the entire Mi-na/Kilik, Mi-na/Hwang, Mi-na/Yunsung, Taki/Mitsu community. I don't really care, yeah those pairings are cool (well, the first three, anyways) but I think this could work. As a one shot. Maybe I'll make a whole fic, don't count on it, though.
Allright, I can start now.
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"Oi, samurai." Mitsu looked over. A petite Korean girl, with clear hazel eyes, and russet hair was waving at him.
He smiled in spite of himself, such a rare thing. But it was only for her. "Mi-na - chan." He beckoned her closer, but she shook her head.
"No, they're watching." She mouthed, nodding in the direction of Hwang, Taki, Yunsung, and Maxi. Kilik and Xianghua probably had the same idea he did; but, the difference was, they didn't have an over-protective foster brother.
Mitsurugi began to turn and walk away from his brother. Hwang was going to have to get used to the fact that Mi-na was old enough to choose her own lover.
Mi-na took a step to follow him, but Yunsung started to yell.
"MI-NA! HEY HWANG, SHE'S ESCAPING!"
"YUNSUNG, SHUT UP!" She shouted back, earning a chuckle from Taki and Maxi.
"Mi-na, stay at camp. I'm sure Heishiro doesn't want you bothering him all the time." Hwang said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Aw..." She groaned, and went to sit on the grass. Hopefully, Kilik and Xianghua would stop being naughty, and come hang out with her soon.
Mitsurugi didn't stop until he was at the hotsprings. On the contrary, he would love for Mi-na to follow him around all the time. It was almost sweet. He stripped out of his yukata, and placed his sword within reach, and sunk down into the water.
How he and the Korean beauty had even managed a lusty romp once was a miracle. Then again, he could blame it on the kunoichi (after all, Taki wanted to show Mi-na, Yunsung and Hwang that not all Japanese were horrible people. Thus, the Seung Dojo trio heads to Japan, without permission from Han Myong).
He leaned back against a sturdy rock, one of many that lined the steaming pool. Maybe she would do what she usually did, whatever she wanted, and follow him anyways. He sighed. Enforcing Mi-na's lack of discipline wasn't going to get either of them anywhere.
He closed his eyes, not unaware of the rustling of leaves. It was Taki. He didn't want to talk to the ninja right now... He would ignore her, like he'd done, so many times before...
It only took one peek, and he hadn't even been meaning to look, it was an accident, of her tanned skin to make him want to see more. Why the hell would she be bathing in the middle of the night? And humming, too?
"Hey… Is someone there?" She turned around, roving a suspicious eye over everything. She shrugged, pulling the short cloth top over her head, and exposing her pale breasts to the chill. He could see her shiver.
He sighed in relief. Almost caught. He deserved it. What kind of samurai spied on guests while they bathed? But she was so beautiful, almost a vision of perfection, except for the split skirt that still dangled from her hips. She started pulling it down over her thighs, before letting it fall to the sparse fall grass.
White. Pure white. And extremely conservative, not like what that Isabella Valentine wore. He'd never noticed anything innocent about Seung Mi-na before… maybe he'd never looked hard enough. He blinked. No, he'd never looked hard enough at the Korean beauty before.
"Huh…" Mi-na shrugged and stepped into the heated pool. Mitsurugi let out a low groan. His arousal was growing against the side of his shorts, just thinking about her running a cloth all over her smooth, even skin…
It seemed like an eternity before she was finished, but it was only a matter of minutes. She stepped out and redressed, walking along the path. She hadn't gotten very far before the samurai caught up to her, laying a hand on her soft arm. His animalistic lust was going to get the better of him.
"Huh?" She blinked as he gently pulled her off the path. It was only a second before her back reached the trunk of a tree, and his lips savagely covered hers. As his tongue plunged in, eager to taste what lay in the first warm cavern, he could've sworn she let out a small moan. "Mitsu…" She moaned his name softly, as he pulled back, laying nips, licks, and kisses on her neck and shoulder.
One arm wove around her back, and the other started pulling the collar down. All the skin. He had to kiss all of it. It wasn't enough to taste her lips and neck. His hand trailed down the silk and cloth armor, until it reached the hem, tickling her ribs delightfully. It pushed back up, bunching it around her left breast. Much to his surprise, the stiff nipple could be felt through it. He looked up to her, question in his dark eyes. "Mi-na – chan…?"
"Please." She replied, in a sultry whisper. That was enough consent. One arm guided her arms sky ward, and the other guided the shirt in the same direction. Eventually, it landed on the mossy forest floor. She let her arms fall over his shoulders, as he started working on the skirt. His finger caught the tie, and pulled. It fell between them, silk brushing against his erection, so soft it was almost painful.
"There's no difference between your skin and the silk you wear, Mi–na – chan…" He said, his mouth moving to her ear. Her breath came heavily, sending mist into the air.
"Mitsu-kun. Please…" She pushed him away playfully, to undo the strange, vest-like top he wore. She brushed it over his shoulders, letting it pool on the ground along side her clothing. She sat on the ground, waiting expectantly.
He raised a brow, but slipped out of the baggy pants as well. "I wouldn't deny you… not this…" He murmured, kneeling in front of her and moving a hand to the back of her neck. Her chest first came forward, to meet his lips with hers, and then back, as he lowered her fully to the ground.
"Not when you want it as badly as I do, eh?" She joked weakly, looking up at him. Her caramel eyes were rimmed with something he doubted anyone had ever seen; lust.
"Exactly." He reward her with a deep, lip-bruising kiss. "Minx…" he mumbled, a hand drifting even lower. She wriggled beneath him as it brushed her thigh, and then parted her legs.
He had no idea she would be that wet. It was almost as if she'd gone into that spring with them on! As he started to pull them down, he could feel Mi-na's hands rubbing against his hips, unable to get the shorts off. He took pity, and helped. And then they were both wonderfully naked.
"Mitsu-kun… I…" He silenced her with a softer kiss. It didn't need to be said that this might hurt, or that it was her first time. With Hwang around, that was obvious (but Mitsurugi didn't know why Hwang hadn't gotten the job done himself. Obviously, they did not know what to do with strong, beautiful warriors in Korea).
He shifted between her legs, kneeling. His frame softened as she took one of his large hands in her own, and twined their fingers. Every woman wanted their first time to be special, he knew; he wished that hers didn't have to be because he was wracked with lust at the sight of her.
"Please, Mitsu…" As she begged and kissed her consent, he thrust inside of her. She was unbelievably tight and warm, and so wet. He could've come right then, but he wondered what she would look like as she reached her climax… could she possibly be more beautiful than she was at that moment, biting her lip from the small bit of pain.
"Shh… Mi-na…" He murmured, pushing himself deeper into the second moist cavern, and breaking the natural barrier he'd known she'd have. She whimpered beneath him, as she raised her hips. His thrusts began to increase, going deeper and harder into her dripping womanhood.
"Mitsu… Ah… Mitsu…" Her arms tightened around his shoulders, as her walls attempted to squeeze the seed from his member. He complied, groaning and biting into her shoulder harder than he meant to. She let out a submissive whimper, going completely still as he pulled out of her.
"Mi-na – chan…" He brushed a stray lock from her forehead, damp from the sweat of her exertion. He started to pick up their clothing, and handed it to her. She blinked, taking them wordlessly. His arms came around her, picking her up and holding her against his chest. He still had enough energy to take her back to his small house… and maybe take her again…
He growled, frustrated at his own arousal, and the fact that his young lover hadn't joined him. He was tempted to go back to camp, strip her and take her right in front of Hwang, claiming her like the Demon he was so-called.
One day, Mi-na would choose to tell them. Until then, he would just have to take care of this himself…
End.
Authors Note: Well, that was chapter one. I hope you liked it. I can't really see a point in continuing this. But I was glad I got through it. ;;