A/N:This is my first attempt at a Ceres Celestial Legend one-shot. Seeing as I only own the first three books of the manga,I think I did okay with this story.It's probably going to remain just a one-shot unless I get more motivation and ideas for a continuance.
I hope you like this one-shot between Toya and an OC…
Disclaimer: I don't own Toya or the Ceres Celestial Legend concept. I do own the OCs in this one-shot, so I'll be very upset if someone steals them.
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Emi came into the classroom, late for the third time that week. Her professor rolled his eyes and continued talking to the groups gathered around live models like he hadn't been bothered by her absence. She knew it was probably safe to say that he didn't care if anyone showed up to his class because he would just as soon pass them as he would fail them. It wasn't like he wanted to deal with young adults who didn't appreciate art as he did. Most students only took this class because it was supposed to be an easy class.
The young artist ran a hand through her strawberry blonde hair and quickly made her way over to her usual seat, pulling her pencil and a small canvas out of the bag slung over her shoulder as she went. It took her a moment to notice her living model for the night. Her purple eyes lifted and held her model's for a moment before she had to tear her gaze away.
Why did Professor Akana give me such a beautiful model? Emi thought, setting her canvas on the easel placed in front of her seat. Normally,I have to over look the flaws of the people he sets me with…And… She glanced over at the groups of other students, who were snickering as they drew their nude models. At least some of us have matured past the point of embarrassment over nudity…
Her eyes saddened as she listened to the other students chatting away with one another. Emi turned her gaze back to her model, noting that he'd been stubborn enough to keep his pants on. It didn't matter to her what he wore because as much as Professor Akana tried to convince her to draw and paint nudes as part of her artistic growth, she always added extras to the model's appearance like cloth draped over certain areas. Emi tried to block out her fellow classmates' conversations, knowing she'd never be included in them.
"What's your name?" the model asked and Emi was taken aback by the kindness in his voice.
"Oh, I'm Emi," she replied, sketching out his basic outline. "Emi Fudo. And you are?"
"Toya…Just Toya…" The way he said it made Emi think he was sad about it, even if his face betrayed no emotion. "You're late."
"I know…I keep running into cars and…" She unconsciously rubbed her arm, finding her sleeve ripped. "The same group of thugs keep messing with me…Oh well, that's what I get for living in the city, I guess. There's nothing like getting mugged to give you the full city experience."
She fell silent after a moment as she started lightly drawing out the details of his face. He had an attractive face and Emi wished she could be like the pretty popular girls who went to the college. They'd probably have better luck catching the eye of Toya and keeping his heart focused on them.
"How old are you?" Toya asked, watching her with his irresistible eyes.
"Seventeen…Why do you ask?"
"I'm just making conversation… I don't get much time to myself these days…"
"College ruining your party time?" Emi guessed, peering around her easel at him. He gave her a blank look. "You're not in college, are you?"
"No." He glanced over at the other students, his eyes roaming over them with little interest. "I'm a bodyguard…"
Emi looked at him, trying to see how someone as beautiful as him could be a bodyguard. Then again…beauty can sometimes just be a cover…she recalled, adjusting the position of his pupils on the canvas. I've had too many boyfriends to be so naïve about that…At least I wasn't naïve enough to give into their hormones…I'm not going to be a notch in someone's belt.I just want to find someone worth giving into and who will love me as passionately as the men in my romance novels love their women. Emi sighed and sat back, letting her hand fall slack. At the rate I'm going,I'll die a virgin…a spinster…Why can't Prince Charming come my way instead of visiting the neighbor for once?
"Is something wrong?" Toya asked, turning his gaze back onto her.
"No," Emi muttered, sketching a decent background behind him. "You don't mind if I put you on a boulder near the edge of a rocky cliff, do you?"
"You're the artist…"
"I like to give my models their choice of backgrounds." Emi pulled her hair back and twisted her pencil into it to hold it back. "But if you don't care, I'll put you where I want you."
In my bed…
Emi frowned as the voice echoed in her head with silent laughter. She hated to hear it, but knew it was a part of her. A small part, but still…
The two of them – the model and the artist – lapsed into silence that lasted until the end of the class.
Professor Akana looked over at Emi with a small smirk as he pulled on his coat. "Ms. Fudo, since you were late to class again, you have to clean up the classroom," he said, making some of the other students laugh and point as they gathered their things and left.
"Yes Professor," Emi meekly answered, bowing her head in shame.
She watched the others leave the class after the models, now fully clothed, laughing and talking like they didn't have a care in the world. It had always been her dream to find someone she could talk to as easily and as deep as some of the other students. No one gave her a chance because she was weird.
Emi waited until everyone was gone before walking over to the full length mirror in the corner of the classroom. She saw the scrapes on her arms and the holes in her jeans' knees. Her purple and black shirt was ripped in areas, especially on one sleeve. Her eyes watered when she thought of the men who had grabbed her and roughed her up every day she had to come to this late night class. It wasn't right how they roughed her up when they knew she had no money, but maybe it wasn't their goal to get the money out of her.
They're bullies, Emi told herself, turning her back on the mirror and grabbing a broom. Nothing new…just rather irritating…
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Twenty minutes later, Emi walked down the street, her bag slung over her shoulder. Her eyes never really rose from the sidewalk as she walked; no matter how many times people had told her that it made her a prime target for criminals. She didn't really care at the moment. Not after so many times of being mugged.
Her eyes turned up when she felt a drop of water hit her. Another fat drop of water hit her and she sighed.
That figures…Emi thought, glad that her bag was waterproof so that her canvas was safe. Raining on poor little Emi Fudo…the world must think I'm a joke just like the people in it…Will I ever find someone who doesn't think I'm a joke?
"Hey Fudo, back so soon?" someone asked and Emi felt her heart chill. "We didn't expect you for another hour."
Emi didn't lift her eyes from the pavement. Cold rain slid down her back, causing an involuntary shiver to run down her spine. She was getting sick of this.
"What do you want from me this time?" she asked in a hollow voice. "I'm not in the mood to play around."
A couple of the boys around her chuckled and smirked at each other. Emi sighed, knowing this didn't bode well for her. The main leader walked over to her and tilted her face up roughly, a deadly smirk on his hard face. She watched him lick his lips and tried to turn her face away, but his hand held her face in a firm grip. She couldn't move at all.
"People say that you are still an innocent little girl," the leader said with a growl. "You're not a girl but not quite a woman yet. Is that what you want, Fudo? Do you want to become a woman?"
"Not by you," Emi whispered, her eyes looking dully into his burning green gaze.
The leader laughed. "No one else will touch you, Fudo. So why don't you do yourself a favor and act like a good girl…"
Emi raised her knee as sharply as she could. The leader grunted and fell to his knees, holding his goods like they would fall off at any moment. His lackeys made to grab her, but she slipped past them and tore off wildly into the night, running as quickly as she could. She could hear the gang running after her and squeezed her eyes shut as she ran into the path of a speeding truck. All she saw was a white light and then nothing as she blacked out.
"Are you all right, Emi?" Toya's voice asked as she came to.
Emi slowly opened her eyes and saw Toya's emotionless face was looking down at her. It took her a moment to realize that he was holding her in his arms as he crouched there on the side of the street. She nodded slowly and disentangled herself from his arms, though she felt like it was a place she could have stayed forever.
"What – what happened?" Emi asked stupidly.
"I'll tell you some other time," Toya said, standing up as the gang started crossing the road. "Are these the people who were messing with you?"
"Yeah." Emi stepped back, her eyes wide as she saw the knives in the hands of the gang. "They're called the Flower Stealers; if you think hard enough you'll know why."
Toya didn't make a comment as he stood between her and the gang. The three men stopped an few yards away from him.
"Pretty Boy, move out of the way," the leader said, tossing his knife from hand to hand. "That girl is mine."
"She doesn't seem to agree with that statement…" Toya pointed out, completely unfazed by the knives. "I suggest you leave her alone."
The leader laughed and lunged forward with his lackeys, prepared to stab and cut Toya to bits. Emi squeaked in alarm and took another step back.
Don't run…I'm not a coward.
Toya evaded the knives and issued forth his own attacks on the gang members. Emi tried to keep up with his movements but he moved so fast that she couldn't tell what he had done. Not even the gang knew what had hit them. Soon, they were little more than bleeding lumps on the ground, completely unconscious.
Emi looked at Toya in awe. Not a single hair was out of place. No speck of blood on his hands had come from him. He was completely unharmed, but was soaking wet. Emi glanced down at herself and saw to her alarm that her clothes were sticking against her like a second skin.
"Um…" she began, blushing. "Would you like to come to my house to get warm and dry? It's not much farther from here. No, it's only up those steps and into that little apartment. Please, it's the least I can do for you beating up these bums for me."
Toya looked at her oddly and nodded. "That would be nice."
Emi led Toya into her apartment, feeling awkward as she kicked her wet shoes off just inside the door. She didn't expect Toya to take off his shoes, but he stooped down and untied his shoes, placing them neatly next to hers. The artist was still a little red in the face, but she quickly hurried over to the thermostat and made sure it was on heat.
"You can…um…" Emi ran a hand through her wet hair as she set her bag down. "Your wet clothes, you can take them off. I…I think I have some of my brother's old clothes somewhere…They might fit you…Let me go check…" She pointed at a door as she walked down a hall. "That's the bathroom…um…it's the warmest place besides the kitchen and my be…So I'm just going to go look…be right back…"
Feeling like a total idiot, Emi hurried down the hall to her bedroom. She slid open her closet door and shuffled a few boxes around, looking for her brother's old things. When she found the box, it was covered by a thin layer of dust. It had been a while since she last looked through his things. Ever since the accident that left him in a coma, she'd been saving his things for him. This was technically his apartment, but she was paying the lease on it until he woke up.
Hopefully Brother won't miss a few clothes, Emi thought, pulling out a shirt and a pair of jeans. I don't even think he wore these ever…
Emi straightened and shivered; her eyes suddenly full of a sad light. She missed her brother. Ever since their parents had died, he had taken care of her. Their other siblings were off in other parts of the world, doing their own thing, so they didn't care much when the accident happened. It had just been him and her for years.
Asato…
Strong arms wrapped around her and Emi was so surprised she dropped the clothes she had been holding. She could feel his chest rising and falling against her back, their breathing synchronizing. There was a warm feeling spreading through her as she was held in the stranger's arms.
"Toya?" she asked her voice quiet.
"You were shivering," Toya whispered, his breath tickling her neck. "You're cold…" His hands pressed flat against her stomach. "I'm not leaving you alone until you're warm."
Emi swallowed her fear of the unknown and slid her hands over his, her fingers sliding between his. Toya took one of her hands and lifted it to his lips. Emi's eyes were wide when he kissed her knuckles.
"Do you believe…in love at first sight?" Toya asked quietly, still holding her hand as he slid it down her chest to her stomach once more.
The artist gave a hesitant nod. "Do you?"
"Not until tonight," Toya admitted, his lips brushing against her neck.
Emi shivered again, but this time it was not from the cold. She melted against him as he kissed her neck, his tongue making the rain drops on her neck disappear. He turned her around and looked down at her, her clothes still sticking to her like a second skin.
"I – I hardly know you," she whispered.
"I don't know myself, but I know what feels right," Toya told her, cupping her neck from behind as he lowered his lips to hers. "And this feels right…"
Emi's eyes fluttered shut as he took the kiss deeper and deeper, until neither of them could breathe. She didn't want to resurface when he pulled back to let her breathe, her eyes peering up at him through her lashes.
"May I?" he asked, his hands sliding down her sides to the hem of her shirt.
The young artist nodded and Toya slowly lifted her shirt off of her body, tossing it aside with a wet sound as it hit the floor. Emi's hands automatically went to the hem of his black muscle shirt and she slid her hands underneath it, her nails grazing his flesh as she lifted the shirt off of him. Toya shivered under her hands as she let them explore the lines of his abdomen for a moment before she kissed him again.
Toya lowered her onto the bed and leaned over her so that most of his weight was on the bed instead of on her. Emi's heart raced as he looked down at her with those unfathomable eyes. She swore he could hear it. The shadow of a smile appeared on his lips as he kissed her again.
It's finally happening…
Congratulations…
Emi was too lost in the moment to care about the voice that sounded like a more mature her. Toya quickly rid the two of them of their pants, leaving them in their underclothes. His lips went down her neck to her shoulder where he slid down the strap of her bra. A single touch and the front hooks popped free, freeing her breasts from the cloth restraints. Emi shivered in excitement as the cold air hit her exposed areas. She gasped as he fondled her right breast with a hand while his other hand slid down her stomach to the waistband of her pretty underwear.
In a matter of seconds, her remaining clothing was removed – as were his – and only his body and a thin black sheet were covering her. Emi felt the tip of his manhood brush against her entrance and gasped as an explosion of light flashed before her eyes.
Toya looked down at her, his eyes shining with love and passion. "Is this…your first time?"
Emi nodded, hoping that it didn't and did mean something to him. She knew it was going to hurt, she'd known that all along. But she also knew that the pain would be overridden by the passion between the two of them. This would be her last step into womanhood and she was glad that it was coming from this stranger who felt so familiar…
"Do you trust me?"
Again, Emi nodded. "Yes…"
Toya thrust into her slowly and Emi saw spots appear before her eyes, her breath hitching as the pain wracked through her. Toya kissed her collarbone and Emi focused on the feeling of him all over her, the feeling of him moving inside of her. Her hips arched into his, meeting him halfway as he established a quickening rhythm. Emi's breath was coming out in kittenish moans of pleasure and her nails were biting into the skin of his back as he kept moving her closer and closer to her climax. She was starting to feel like she was going to rip in two as he drove himself harder and deeper into her body.
She moaned his name against his shoulder as he kissed her neck. The artist felt a gentle bite on her neck and then he straightened, pulling her up as he went. The sheets stuck to their bodies as he thrust up into her. She cried out his name as her muscle walls were sent into spasms. Toya moaned against her neck as his climax hit him, rocking through the two of their bodies. The two lovers fell back onto the pillows, exhausted and let exhaustion take hold, their bodies pressed close…
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Emi woke up, feeling sore and spent. She glanced around and saw that she was alone in her bedroom. All that remained of Toya was his shirt and the smell of him on her pillows. Emi sighed and climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of pretty underwear and a pretty bra. She grabbed pulled her robe off a hook and fastened the one remaining button that was on the robe, right in the middle of her torso.
What a night…
It was heaven…
Emi didn't pay any attention to the voice as she heard something moving around in the kitchen. Thinking that it was an intruder, Emi grabbed her bat from beside the bed and started creeping down the hall. She peered around a corner and saw that Toya was moving around the kitchen, looking for something. A quiet sigh of relief escaped her lips and she entered the kitchen, the bat slung casually over her shoulder.
"What did you intend to do with that bat?" Toya asked, not turning in her direction as he cracked a few eggs into a pan.
"I…I don't know," Emi admitted with an embarrassed grin. "Maybe conk an intruder on the head…"
"You should leave fighting to someone more experienced," Toya told her, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "It seems you're much better at art."
Emi turned around and glanced into the living room which was covered in pieces of art that she had created. They ranged from abstract shapes and colors to realistic angels and people caught in an emotional moment of their life. She didn't think she was great at art, maybe a little mediocre, but not great.
"If you say so…" she whispered, setting her bat down. "Why…Why are you still here?"
The hint of a smirk appeared on Toya's face. "Did you think that I would leave you after all that we did? After all that we shared?"
Emi shook her head. "I don't know what I was thinking…I am new at this sort of thing…"
"That's what I figured…" He put the cooked eggs on two plates and took a kettle off the stove. "I don't do so well when it comes to making breakfast, so if it hurts you…"
"What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger," Emi said, remembering something her brother once said.
A soft almost-smile graced his lips as he poured the steaming water into two cups with teabags already in them. "Who told you that?"
"My older brother…" She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs that Asato had created. Ready in an instant to get the topic off of her ill brother, she tapped her fingernails against the table. "You said you were a bodyguard…for a club or for a celebrity?"
"Neither…I can't tell you who I work for. It's…classified information."
Emi nodded as he set a plate and a cup in front of her. She'd expected that. She knew the bodyguard type and how they were all hush-hush about their employers. Hell, her other brother wouldn't tell her anything about his celeb employer.
"Are you going back to the art class tonight?" Toya asked after they had eaten a few mouthfuls of egg in silence.
"I have to…my grade depends on it." She glanced up at him. "Are you? I mean, I haven't finished your portrait yet…but if it was a one night artistic venture, I can always go from memory."
"I'll be there." Toya told her with the hint of a grin on his face.
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After eating what she assured Toya was a good breakfast, Emi pulled his unfinished portrait out of her bag and put it on her home easel, her fingers playing with the collar of her robe. Toya had gone off to take a shower in her bathroom, leaving her alone to her thoughts.
It's time for the big girls to come and play…
Maybe…Maybe I can be a true adult now…I mean, I've been paying the bills and doing all the housework on top of school…Asato…I wish you were here to see what I've become…
Emi jumped and fell when someone touched her shoulder. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn't heard Toya enter the room. Her robe left her undergarments exposed as she sat awkwardly on the floor, sheepishly looking up through her disheveled strawberry blonde hair at Toya.
"Uh…hi again…" she said, waving awkwardly. "Is the shower free? I think it is…So I'm going to go take a bath and…uh…bye…"
She scrambled to her feet and hurried down the hall to the bathroom. Her robe, seeming to be embarrassed by her awkwardness, fell from her shoulders and left her bra completely exposed as she put her towel on the towel ring.
Dammit!Iforgotmyclothes!Emi sighed and opened the door to the bathroom.
Toya stood there, a pair of black jeans and a graphic T-shirt in his hands. Emi stared at them for a moment before her face took on a shade of pink.
"You might need these," he said calmly as if he was in this situation all the time.
"Thanks." Emi took her clothes from him and popped up onto her tiptoes, kissing him on the cheek. "Have a nice day at work."
Toya nodded and walked away, slipping a choker with a weird symbol inscribed on it around his neck. Emi stared after him for a moment before sliding the door shut and setting her clothes aside.
What a guy…
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As Emi hurried around her apartment getting together necessary materials for her art class, she realized how empty it felt without another person in it. She dismissed the idea as simple longing for a man who had created a passion in her that she could never quell. It could be dealt with later, but if she didn't start heading out soon, she could kiss her high grade goodbye…
"Okay Mr. Portrait," she said, shoving some paintbrushes into her bag as she walked over to her easel. "It's time for me to paint your likeness and – oh my…"
Emi stared at the canvas for a moment, taken aback by the changes that someone had made to it. No longer was Toya sitting alone on the boulder. In his arms was Emi, who was staring up at the moon which he was pointing to. Emi was amazed at the skill that Toya seemed to have at art.
"Beautiful…just like him…" Emi smiled at the drawing and slipped it into her bag. "I'll have to thank him later…But right now, I have to go!"
She tore out of her apartment, only taking a break long enough to lock the door behind her. It took her only twenty minutes to run to the college and get into her classroom. And when she looked up, there he sat just like he'd never left…
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A/N:So what do you think?I know it kind of leaves some loose strings dangling which could mean more story later and the lemony scene wasn't that good, but I did my best.(You're reading the story of a girl who has never had a boyfriend before!:()
Please review me with ideas/ thoughts that have come to your mind as you read this. I'll even take the flames if that's all you have for me. DON'T NOT review this story. I don't care if you hate it or want to say something extremely random, please review! Thanks! ~ Scarlet