Hello! I've been working diligently on both "A Haunting We Will Go!" and this, but to my surprise this was done first. My Halloween story's next chapter will be up before long though and will be a total of three chapters so…yeah! This Lost Chapter is only going to be two chapters (sayin' chapter a lot) and I decided to try my hand at more third person. Hopefully, I do okay. Also, near the end of this chapter there is a scene. It's nothing too explicit, but please be aware that this story is T-rated for minor language and sexual content. NO LEMONS, I SWEAR! XD With that being said, thank you all for your continued support as a whole and know that I try to update when I have the time to write. It's been pretty difficult, but I refuse to stop! Your reviews, favorites, and follows keep my spirit alive and strong!
Please read and enjoy!
LOST CHAPTER: Zane's Room
"Let's go over the mission objective one more time before we enter Ouroboros," Sasha said sternly to her kunoichi sisters crouched and gathered around her.
The harsh desert winds blew cold as nightfall drew closer. The stars were already beginning to appear against the darkened sky and the last slivers of gold from the sun disappeared…along with Ayane's immunity to the elements.
The Kunoichi of Light gritted her teeth as she kneeled in front of Sasha betwixt Ebony and Nya. The formation of dunes they were behind provided little refuge from the encroaching gales of cold sand, but the healer did not complain. The bitter frost of Twilight during the winter's solstice was far worse than this and the mask covering the lower half of her face kept the swirling debris at bay.
She could handle this…no problem.
"This is our first of many reconnaissance missions of the Serpentine headquarters. Our main objective is to survey their activities while remaining unseen. We don't engage the enemy unless there's no other option, if that happens dispatch them discreetly and dispose of the body."
Despite the intense determination within the Brazilian's storm grey eyes there was also a hint of fear and hesitancy.
"Nya, Ayane…it's been a while since we've last set foot onto that miserable place and I know neither of us looks forward to going back, but we have to do this. Not only for the mission and the aspect of achieving a broader sense of team unity although both of those things are important. We're going in there to prove our increase in strength both mentally and physically. Ebony, we've already shared with you what…almost happened to us while in captivity of the Serpentine in their underground Labyrinth and even though you're still relatively new to the sisterhood, you've adapted well to our formations and we've grown stronger thanks to your contributions. Now let's move out and watch each other's backs. We don't know the lay of their grounds so we'll scout first then assign the appropriate roles. We have to be back at the Bounty no later than midnight to report any useful information and our progress to Sensei Wu, so we got six hours. Let's cover this last mile to the coliseum swiftly."
The Kunoichi rose silently one by one and the tall Master of Water shot forth and curved around the dunes in the direction of the snake city, her sisters flanking her as they traveled at a brisk pace.
As Ayane ran beside Ebony, she cringed inwardly at Sasha's earlier debriefing. Giving their devotion to a just cause, the return to Ouroboros was indeed inevitable. She only wished to be spared the horrid memories of her captivity.
I can't think about that now. I must focus on the mission and looking after my sisters. Sasha's right…its best we face this place now rather than later. I'll prove that I'm not afraid.
You can do it, Shine! Remember that I'm here with you and together we shall triumph over any and all obstacles!
Behind the golden mask was a gracious smile.
Thanks, Divinity.
Ebony suddenly switched directions and Ayane hastened to follow. All four females took shelter behind a large boulder and Sasha turned to the huntress sharply.
"Ayane, two enemies are above the entrance on lookout. Can you take them out from here?"
Ayane peeked from behind their cover, up and into the distance. Thanks to the glare of the new moon she could make out two distinct Serpentine shapes looking over the expanse of the desert below from the coliseum's crown.
She turned back to her sisters. "Easy money, I got them," she replied confidently and removed her platinum bow from her back. She would have to be quick to fire so the snakes would not have time to react and sound the alarm.
She placed her fingertips on the drawback string and spread them just enough to make it seem like she was about to fire two arrows simultaneously. As soon as the light energy began to form and the hum of her power graced her ears, she leaped onto the top of the boulder and aimed high at the shadowy figures in the distance. Her shot was silent and accurate as two streams of light were released. The holy power struck the vile reptiles and their bodies slumped over and off the structure, landing on the waiting sand below, signaling their demise.
With great alacrity the four kunoichi pressed onward until they reached the place where the two Serpentine fell. Sasha grabbed one while Ebony took the other and dragged the corpses out of sight. The remaining sisters peered in through the vacant access to the arena. They knew the entrance to the Labyrinth was on the other side of their position and down the darkened corridor's steps.
"I hate this place," Nya muttered, her eyes narrowed and fierce as she looked inside. "I know we're not here to fight, but…I want vengeance for what they tried to do to us."
Ayane said nothing to this. If it were her decision she would not come near this horrendous place ever again, but at the same time it would be as if the Serpentine ruled her actions and gripped her psyche in terror. They would dominate her and Amaterasu's advocate would never concede defeat in the face of the enemy.
"Retribution will come for all of the Serpentine, Nya, but not tonight," Sasha said, reappearing with Ebony from the shadows, "Let's continue the advance."
The four proceeded forward, using the shadows for cover and stealth as they were taught to do. They made it to the other side of the arena with no hindrances and when they commenced their descent into darkness, Ayane's blood began to run cold. She was willingly returning to a place of horrors and though her time spent in the Labyrinth was brief…flashes of sallow reptilian eyes and a hulking black body and tail tormented her mind's eye. Her heart pounded in repulsion at the memory of the horned boa general using his forked tongue to lick her cheek fondly—
A startled gasp erupted from the blonde's throat as she lost her footing. She would've plowed into Nya had the Kunoichi of Darkness not grasped her shoulder to keep her upright from behind. Sasha and Nya stopped their descent and glanced back.
"Everything okay?" Sasha asked worriedly and for the life of her, Ayane wanted to say "No, everything was not okay", but knew she couldn't. Instead, she steeled herself and nodded.
"Yeah, sorry…didn't sense that last step," she reached up and touched the hand that still lingered on her shoulder. "Thanks, Ebony," she whispered.
"Careful, ladies…we're almost there. I can hear the hissing," Sasha informed them and the wielders of the Platinum Weapons trudged onward.
No matter what…I have to survive this night. I have to face my demons.
Back at the Destiny's Bounty hours had passed since the Kunoichi's departure on their training exercise and dinner had come and gone. Sensei Wu sat with his nephew and team of Ninja at the dining room table leisurely sipping his traditional cup of tea. Light after dinner conversation had slowed to a dull standstill. Now, uneasy body language and quick glances to the door leading to the deck ruled the ambiance.
The aged Spinjitzu Master tapped his nephew's shoulder when the youngster started showing signs of fatigue.
"It's way past your bedtime, Lloyd. You've had a hard day of training and need to restore your energy for tomorrow."
The Green Ninja yawned and rubbed his eyes. "But, I want to wait up for, ane," the boy groaned. "I want to know how…*yawn*…her training went."
Wu chuckled before taking another sip. "She will tell you tomorrow morning. Now, off you go and don't forget to brush your teeth."
The Ninja bid goodnight to the young savior as he got up from his seat and headed to his room. Pleased by the fruits of their labor when nary a sound could be heard from Lloyd's bare feet against the polished wooden floor.
The deaf of silence reigned supreme once more and Sensei Wu sighed contently while pouring himself another cup of tea. An impatient tapping of fingers drew Zane's attention to his brother of fire sitting beside him. Kai's eyes scrutinized the obsidian door in agitation, daring it to not spew forth the absent Kunoichi soon and though Zane understood his brother's consternation he expressed his feelings differently…they all did.
"I'm quite surprised all of you aren't back in your rooms by now. You would any other night, so why not tonight?" Sensei Wu asked.
"Why else, Sensei?" Jay answered incredulously. "We have to make sure the girls get back okay. This is the first time they've ever been out so late without us and on a training exercise of all things."
"Sensei, why did you send them out for training so late?" Cole questioned next.
"So late? I sent them on their way at five o'clock and if you recall it's the same time I would send all of you out for exercises on team unity and advanced training on stealth as well. How is this any different?"
"The difference is that Nya's my sister!" Kai exploded and stood up from his seat. "And Ebony and the others are…are…" he struggled for the right term, but Sensei Wu finished his sentence.
"Female?" He supplied and Kai shook his head and sat down.
"That's not what I meant."
Sensei nodded, "Yes, it was. Is this the mentality all of you share?" He looks to each of his Ninja and neither said a word to agree or disagree. Zane's face remained impassive and simply waited patiently for the eminent wisdom their sensei would surely bestow to them.
"An uncertain "yes" then…" The sage mentor sniffed his tea with an air of indulgence and added, "The Kunoichi are Spinjitzu Masters as well and they've just been recently united so naturally they would need the extra time and training to coagulate their solidarity just as you did. I believe that even if you weren't romantically involved with them you would worry simply because of their sex."
"Sensei said "sex" and it sounded wrong on so many levels," Jay whispered and Zane retaliated with a hard slap to the back of his head.
"Ow! I mean ah—uh…it sounded right. Carry on, sensei."
"Yes…as I was saying, I was the same way too. It is somewhat of a natural instinct for the man to look after the woman, but my way of thinking changed when I was rescued by a mysterious kunoichi. It was during the days of my youth and I was on a journey to deliver justice for a family that had been wronged. I had tracked down a group of bandits to their headquarters and my mission was to not only route them, but also to return the treasures they had stolen. I was sure of myself and my abilities, but underestimated their numbers and organization. Soon, I was surrounded on all sides with no means of escape when suddenly a smoke bomb was thrown at my feet and a dense white fog erupted from it. Seeing the window of opportunity, I took advantage of the mist and my confused foes and fought through the enemy masses, but I also sensed another presence fighting alongside me. When the smoke cleared and the thieves lay dead I whirled around with my katana aimed at my rescuer's throat and my savior did the same. There we were staring at each other eye to eye, our weapons bloodied and positioned to decapitate when I noticed…the well-developed curves of a strong female body and her irises were a pallid hue…sightless. My rescuer was a blind woman."
"Whoa…" The Ninja breathed in awe.
"I was so mesmerized by this being that I unknowingly lowered my blade and she did the same. Her entire head was covered in black wraps so I could see nothing but her eyes and her suit was made from fine leather which greatly accentuated her toned body. When I asked her who she was, her answer was another smoke bomb. I wasn't particularly surprised by her actions since it was typical ninja behavior to never reveal one's identity to the unfamiliar and once my sight was returned to me…she was gone…along with all evidence of her existence. I completed my mission and returned to my father to report my success and the appearance of the female ninja and that's when I learned the term, kunoichi and that two-thirds of the world's greatest assassins were women."
Sensei Wu's students were left dumbstruck by this and so he continued.
"The strength of a woman is never to be underestimated," the teacher's aged onyx eyes locked with the fire ninja's sharp golden-amber ones. "Kai…you should know this by now. In fact, all of you should."
"I know Nya is strong, sensei as well as the others, but what do you expect me to do? Stop worrying?" He shook his head. "She's my little sister. No matter how strong she becomes, she'll always be my little sister."
"Of course, Kai. It is not a bad thing to worry about one's sibling, but you must also recognize and acknowledge her strength. She would appreciate that more. The same goes for all of you in regards to your female partners." Wu took a long sip from his cup and his wide-brimmed straw hat kept his features hidden. "I was thoroughly intrigued by the blind kunoichi, but to this day I never saw her again. Do all of you understand the moral of today's story?"
Surprisingly, it was Jay who spoke. "Women may seem frail and you might want to protect them from all evils, but never forget that they have their own respectable strength and may rescue you from time to time."
"Very good, Jay," Sensei Wu congratulated, but Cole frowned.
"But sensei, what if that strength wanes? What if they try to take on a heavy burden all by themselves when you know they can't?" He asked, remembering how drained and tired Sasha had been right before she collapsed into his arms only a few weeks ago and the sorrowful secret she divulged to him.
"Then a strong shoulder will be needed," Wu answered instantly. "Just remember that everyone has their boundaries and independent young women don't always like to be cuddled."
"Sensei, if I may," Zane said politely as he raised his hand.
"Of course, Zane."
"Even though it is true about you sending us out for our training regime in the evening...you never once waited up for us to return. May I ask why you are giving the Kunoichi this special treatment? If I didn't know any better I would say you are just as anxious as we are."
Realization dawned on the other Ninja and they all started talking rapidly to reinforce Zane's accusation. During the overbearing chatter, Sensei Wu was unremitting in sipping his tea diligently until he raised his hand to silence his students.
"Very perceptive of you to notice, Zane" Wu said with a deliberate smile. "However, I am not waiting for the Kunoichi's return out of worry. I am waiting to make an announcement to all of you in regards to your training schedule this week, so…" he glances over at the door knowingly, "a word from the wise, when the young ladies enter through that door, don't ask if they're alright. Instead ask…how it went."
Just then the deck door opened and the four young women in question stepped through, unharmed with the exception of a few scrapes and bruises and their ninja garbs disheveled and sullied.
"Sylph, I hate deserts," Nya grumbled as she stepped through the door patting her hair for loose sand particles.
"That's because there's nothing but sand to seep into your clothes and make you feel filthy and uncomfortable," Ebony complained also with a grimace and Ayane followed in after her, silent and forlorn.
"I may be dirty, but my hunger outweighs my need to feel clean at the moment," Sasha said from the head of the line. "I'm hungry as hell-Oh, hey everyone." She greeted as she and her sisters entered the dining room.
"Welcome back, Kunoichi…right on time I see," Wu said. The masters of the Counter-brink elements formed a single-file line, shoulder to shoulder, in front of the table and bowed respectively.
"So…uh…how did it go?" Cole inquired as nonchalantly as he could.
"Not bad for our first time," Sasha replied, straightening up. "All things considered, we still have a ways to go before reaching team equilibrium."
Zane noticed Ayane flinched at Sasha's words as did Sensei Wu discern her cringe.
"I see…well, I expect all of you to tell me the full story tomorrow morning. For now, I must announce a change to the training regime from now on. Since every Wednesday evening will be the Kunoichi's team unity training, there will be no Thursday morning training. Training will be moved to four in the afternoon instead."
"Thank goodness," Nya sighed in relief.
"Every other day will remain the same," Sensei Wu concluded and took another generous sip.
Cole stood up from his seat. "Heard you say you were hungry, Sasha. If you want I could heat you up a plate of dinner. Jay made…something. What's it called again?" Cole asked, looking to his blue pajama-clad brother.
Jay grinned broadly and rose from his chair as well. "An old family recipe called Svinekoteletter. Nothing fancy just braised pork chops with potatoes and fried onions on the side. There's plenty. What me to get a plate ready for you, Nya?"
"That'll be perfect Jay, but first I've got to wash up," she then turned to her roommate. "Ebony, do you mind if I use the bathroom first?"
"Not at all," the bronze-skinned kunoichi responded with a shrug. "I'll wait with Sasha."
"Oh thanks! I'll be back in a little bit!" Nya called over her shoulder and dashed off down the hallway.
"Kai, if you don't mind that I'm a little sweaty I would like to sit and talk with you for a while," Ebony said, giving the Ninja of Fire a small smile.
Kai stood from the table and made his way towards his infatuation. He stopped next to her and pressed his face into her hair, "You still smell like coconut and jojoba butter to me. Let's go, you can try Jay's semi-good cooking."
"Pffft! I'm best chef here next to Zane, so whatever! And aren't you the one that asked for seconds?" Jay taunted.
"I only said that because no one else did!"
"*GASP!*"
As the majority of the dining room occupants moved towards the kitchen, Zane stood and approached his silent light whose eyes remained fixated on the floor during the entire exchange.
"Ayane, are you alright? Did something happen while you were away?" He inquired in a subdued undertone and pressed his palm soothingly against her cheek. Ayane closed her eyes and exhaled, then peered up at Zane. She tried to muster a reassuring smile, but couldn't and the white ninja's trepidation grew.
"I'm sorry I don't mean to cause you any concern. I think…I'll just take a relaxing bath and call it a night. I don't feel much like eating," she said quietly.
"I understand. Then please, allow me to escort you to your room."
This time Ayane did manage to give her considerate prince a pleasant smile. "I'd like that. Thank you."
As the couple made their way to the hallway, they were stopped by their teacher's voice of undisputed wisdom.
"Ayane, before you retire for the night. Please muse over these words...Life is all about resolve. Outcome is secondary. It is resolve that determines the significance of your life."
Amaterasu's advocate kept her gaze ahead though Shiva's turned eyes of wonderment to his sensei. The words that were spoken resonated deep within Ayane's heart and caused her to outwardly tremble from their magnitude.
"Y-Yes Sensei, I will…goodnight," Ayane stuttered and continued down the hall. Zane's pure hazel stare lingered on his teacher a moment more before he too bid goodnight and followed after Ayane.
Sensei Wu sat alone at the dining room table content in his habit.
"Ah…the many trials and tribulations of life, no one is immune to them and it always seems like those with the brightest smile…hides the darkest pain. Such gloom…I think another trip to Mega Monster Amusement Park is in order. I could use another ride on the Ferris Wheel."
During the short trek to Ayane and Sasha's room on the Kunoichi side of the ship, Zane merely observed Shika's only archer. She appeared lost in thought. No doubt pondering over Sensei Wu's parting words. He promised himself he wouldn't pry into her affairs although…he was a seer with the gift of a sixth sense and he could feel the disturbance within her heart. It troubled him greatly to witness his huntress in such distress…
I can't leave her like this, he thought. They had reached their destination.
"Ayane…"
"Zane…"
They stopped and looked at each other expectantly. It wasn't the first time they had called each other's name in unison.
"This time…you first, Ayane," Zane said and gestured for her to continue.
Ayane hesitated and soon a familiar blush appeared. "Sorry um…thank you. I wish we could've spent more time together today…all this training…My Trial is over and I feel stronger, but…"
The Ninja of Ice saw the frustration…the agitation…and finally the compunction. "Dammit, I should be stronger than this-!"
"Ayane, you don't have to tell me tonight if you aren't ready," Zane interrupted calmly and reached to take her hand. "I have an idea. Let's spend the day together tomorrow. Why don't you come to my room? You have yet to see it in its completion. As Sensei said, training won't commence until the early evening and perhaps in a relaxed environment you can unburden your quandaries to me."
Ayane stepped closer and leaned up to smooth her lips against the ice ninja's. The contact was brief and innocent.
"I most definitely will try. Thank you for understanding, Zane. That sounds perfect."
The couple moved to embrace, but just as Zane's hand glided over Ayane's left shoulder she hissed in pain and pulled away.
"Are you alright?" Zane asked urgently. Ayane winced and tried to rotate her shoulder only to feel the gripping agony once more.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal. I bruised the back of my shoulder during training," an annoyed sigh escapes her as she tentatively reached back to touch the tender area. "It's going to be a pain getting out of this top," she grumbled.
Zane frowned. "Come, let's get you under sufficient light, so I can gauge how serious your injury is," he said and ushered her in the now open door to her and Sasha's room.
"No Zane, really I'm okay," Ayane protested as she was pulled along by her assertive beau. "I can heal myself tomorrow if it gets too bad. I just don't have the energy tonight and besides…I don't think it's…appropriate. It may be best for me to wait until Sasha comes back, so she can help me," she finished bashfully.
Zane closed the door and returned to her, cocking his head and eyebrow curiously. "Ayane, I am not a prude nor am I a pervert."
"I'm sorry, Zane I didn't mean to imply that you were. It's just…" Ayane trailed off, more uncertain with herself than the nindroid in front of her.
"I have learned from our sensei to not put off until later what can be done now. I want you to rest comfortably tonight and in any event…" Zane rested his hands on her shoulders, "…I can soothe you in a way that Sasha cannot."
The healer's heart began to thump wildly as she gazed into warm pure hazel eyes. A new feeling was making its presence known, the uncanny sense of anticipation buzzed through her like a swarm of purposeful bees. Was she misinterpreting? What exactly was he offering?
"Okay…" she surrendered without further debate and Zane's arms brought her closer, so that her body molded into his.
"I will keep my sight only on the objective," he whispered, his lips caressing her earlobe. As he began to slowly unzip the short golden bustier he persisted in the same rich undertone. "However, please bear in mind that I look forward to the day when my eyes are graced with your sun-kissed perfection in its entirety."
Ayane trembled and wrung her arms around Zane's torso in an attempt to be kept balanced. Even though she was snuggled in his embrace, she felt blissfully disoriented. Perhaps her discombobulating awareness was from his words or from his scent…she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her fingers intertwined themselves around the base of his neck as she lost herself to the serene scent of ginger and sandalwood.
Zane concentrated yet hesitated at the same time. Having his light so close always brought forth deep stirrings from within his mainframe and the tantalizing heat spread from circuit to circuit like liquid fire. There wasn't a day that went by that he hadn't thought of becoming closer to Ayane. They had pronounced their unconditional love for each other on their date in Alto Park, so…what was stopping them from going further?
Zane closed his eyes harshly. Never put your wants before your needs…we aren't ready. At least not yet, he thought in resolution and proceeded with his task.
Once her back became bare, he scrutinized the immense blotch of terribly discolored skin. The demanding bruise covered the entirety of her shoulder blade and stretched to the top of her shoulder. This was no minor injury; this could hinder the movements of her left arm if left unattended until tomorrow. He decided to try a quick treatment that he never tested before. Lowering his hand on the bruise tenderly, he searched his core for the gift from his mother. Cooling white light pulsated purposefully from his splayed palm and Ayane shuddered violently.
She clenched her teeth and gripped Zane tight as the sudden frost touched her heated contusion, but then gradually the pain subsided and a pleasurably cordial sigh trickled from her scarred lips.
Zane placed a gentle kiss to the injured shoulder and kept his power steady, thoroughly letting the healing ice blanket the grievance. This should suffice for now. A nice hot bath will work wonders on the muscles and blood vessels behind the epidermis…I best assist her, he thought while watching the white light dissipate from his hand and redoing her bustier.
"Shall we head for the bathroom now?" He asked, but Ayane stepped back, her face alight in a soft blush.
"Wha…? I appreciate it, Zane, but I think I can handle running my own bath water."
"I agree you can," he nodded, "but, can you wash your hair?"
Ayane blinked owlishly. "I didn't even think of that." This time she tried to lift her left hand to her head only to wince when a sharp pain shot through her entire left side. "Maybe a bath is out."
"Nonsense, allow me to assist you further. Washing your hair will not be much different from cleansing my own and I don't want you to struggle," Zane reasoned and took her hand in his then proceeded to guide her to the bathroom bypassing the slumbering ducks in the corner. "After being cooled, the contusion will need the constant presence of concentrated heat and the bath will provide that."
Ayane followed wordlessly. She was truly touched by his consideration though Zane had always been chivalrous and gallant in most situations. The Russian flicked the wall switch to illuminate the shared bathroom of "Water" and "Light". The bold aqua and soft tones of gold made any and all comers believe they were entering a tropical paradise on a bright sunny day. Zane released Ayane's hand and went to pull back the sea foam shower curtain decorated with depictions of multi-colored sea shells and urchins, and glanced thoughtfully back and forth from the wide tub to the porcelain sink.
"Given the position of your injury it matters little what station we decide to use, so which would you prefer, Ayane."
"I'd much rather use the tub than the sink," she replied and came to stand beside Zane. "We can kneel on the rug and look…" she reached for the showerhead nozzle and removed it from its perch. "…the spout is detachable and the hose is a decent length. Just perfect for the job, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, let us proceed then," he said and together they settled themselves on the plush bathroom rug. Ayane handed Zane the nozzle while she turned the handle to get the water running. She then grabbed her shampoo bottle from the shower caddy and smiled wryly at it.
"It doesn't seem to matter what kind of shampoo or conditioner I use. My hair just rebels against all chemicals regardless if they're natural ingredients. Geez, is it too much to ask for a product that works? All I want is for my hair to look a bit more tamed."
As her gaze lingered on the bottle, she felt long nimble fingers comb through her locks and turned to meet Zane's quizzical expression.
"Why?" He wondered softly, "Why change anything about your physical appearance when you look so beautiful? You need no alterations, Ayane…not…one."
Beautiful? Her? As she is now? When she's all dolled up, sure she looks presentable, but…right now? When she could feel the sandy grains in her hair and on her body, when she was quite certain after glancing at the mirror she had a streak of sot on her face. Not to mention her hair, whether clean or not…when loose it always looked wild and unkempt.
In Shika, she felt comfortable in her own skin mainly because she never paid much attention to any of the other girls her own age since they thought of her as a tomboy and a showoff thanks to her hunting prowess. She was a lone wolf for the reason that she wanted to do more for her village and step away from traditional conformity. Even though she isn't as attentive as she liked to be in some cases, she was aware of the other girls enchanting faces along with their poise and elegance. After all, Shika did have their village beauties…she just was never counted among their ranks. It never bothered her though, she wasn't there to compete for a man's affection and outdo the competition. She was there to protect and provide for the people who praised Amaterasu…her family…her home.
Unfortunately, after realizing her destiny and meeting the others, namely her would be sisters she began to feel self-conscious about her physical appearance. How could she not when she not only fought beside, but lived with such voluptuous beauties as Nya and Sasha…and when Ebony joined the sisterhood it became painfully clear to her that she would travel at the back of the pack in the looks department. Her sisters were nice however, and she loved them. They were the girlfriends she never had and their frequent "girl talks" was something she always looked forward to and would cherish forever, but despite her love for them…she was also envious of their physical qualities. The most being her elder and leader, Sasha, to her she was the epitome of beauty and Aphrodite's equal. With a tall muscled frame, sexy curves in all the right places, lengthy dancer legs, ample breasts, stunning storm grey eyes, and lavishly long crimson hair, she was an inspiration to Ayane in allure.
Now, here Zane was telling her she was beautiful in every way? A heartfelt blush broadened about the young blonde's face as she tried to think of a comeback to match his and express herself, but alas words failed her again and all she could utter was a feeble, "Thank you…I think you're beautiful too."
As soon as the words left her mouth she wanted to gobble them back up for their absurdity. Men aren't beautiful, they're handsome, genius! She berated herself inwardly though Zane smiled appreciatively and lifted the nozzle to test the heat of the water on his hand.
"Come, let us begin now that the water is at a sufficient temperature," he suggested and Ayane once again complied silently. She leaned her head over the tub and closed her eyes in delight when the warm spray began to soak her hair.
A deluge of sweat, sand, and water fell from Ayane's hair and Zane watched in keen fascination as the bright golden locks maintained their splendid luster in spite of the added water. His hand swept through the gold field as he sprayed, scrupulously enjoying the touch of silk and the pleasing sounds his angel made every time he pressed and rubbed her scalp. Satisfied with the dampness of the now hanging mass, he sat aside the spout and reached for the bottle of shampoo Ayane had placed by her side earlier. He inhaled the sweet scent of honeysuckle as the aroma sifted from the top when he removed the cap. Lathering his hands with a generous amount, he set about his task of cleansing the flowing strands of gold.
"Moy angel…do you know why I have decided to give you that particular term of endearment?" Zane asked, starting from the nape of Ayane's slender neck and working his way up languidly.
Ayane thought for a moment before answering, "Umm…because I'm nice and spiritual? Angels have always been known as the kind messengers of the Celestial as well as serving as guardians and guides to those who are lost."
"Perhaps yes, that is the definition of an angel however…that is not the only reason. Allow me to explain."
Ayane moaned her satisfaction when those skilled fingers started to massage her scalp; the ministrations seemed so much more gratifying with the thick lather in her hair and the resonances sprouted from her mouth of their own volition.
"I read a fable a long time ago about a decorated archangel who served under the Celestial. She taught the novices and was renowned for her beauty, strength, and wisdom. One day the greatest enemy of Heaven sent forth his demonic devils to attack Heaven's Gate and she was sent to the frontlines with her brethren to defend, but before she left to do battle she instructed the novice angels to not leave the safety of the walls and to remain hidden. When she departed, there was a certain angel who was anxious to prove himself and earn the grand title of seraph, so he followed her into the fray. The battle was going well even for the young angel and he had managed to severely weaken a devil. However, the devil was no fool and sensed a weakness within the angel's being and decided to exploit it with the usage of words. "Are you blind, child? You wish to slay me and work your way up the ranks by this deed? Such folly, for I am not your greatest enemy…the archangel, Dina, is for she governs your tutelage and as long as she breathes your growth will be stunted never to flourish in grandeur." The devil's silver tongue stabbed through the novice's essence and caused him to hesitate. A lapse in better judgment the fiend took advantage of, but before it could strike down its victim it was speared by the body of Dina and the two were sent tumbling from the battleground to the human world below, Eden."
After rinsing the soapy lather from Ayane's hair, he repeated the lubrication with the shampoo to be certain that every last grain of sand was no more. The Kunoichi of Light was enthralled with the myth and awaited with bated breath for her beloved to continue.
"Stricken with grief and shame at his ineptitude, the novice tried to follow only to be halted by archangels Michael and Gabriel, the battle had been won in Heaven's favor and the enemy thrashed and sent back to their dark lord in ruin. The only archangel unaccounted for was Dina. The Celestial ordered his archangels to not pursue and search for Dina instead he instructed them to wait for seven days for her triumphant return. Below, Dina continued to battle the devil in the atmosphere of Man. During their descent her mighty hand pierced through the tough hide of her adversary and the demon, sensing its incoming demise struck out in desperation and raked its claws over the fair angel's face. Dina screamed in agony and recoiled liberating her hand in the process. The devil's body erupted into a flaming glory and the dark essence followed the beaten trail of its brethren back to Hell. Dina spread her large white wings wide to stop her descent and observed her surroundings to regain her bearings. She knew she was in the land of mortals now and instead of returning back to Heaven she decided to let her good nature guide her and saw to it to aid the humans she could."
Zane took hold of the nozzle once again and showered the golden tresses to remove the lather one final time.
"Throughout the seven days of her absence on Eden she tended to Man's woes. She tore pieces off her robes to shelter children from the rain. She sliced off a good portion of her long beautiful golden hair and braided the strands together to provide rope for a desperate rescue from a cave-in. She plucked feathers from her wings and left them in the home of a chemist so he could use them in a remedy to cure the sick of his village. Never once did she think about what she was doing to her appearance, never once did she gaze upon her reflection simply because it mattered not to her. She was a loyal servant of the Celestial and humble daughter of Abaddon. Pleased with her work and hearing the hymn of her Lord's summoning, she spread her tattered wings wide and struggled to return to the holy kingdom. When she graced the golden gates they parted for her and her brethren and fellow angels welcomed her with gasps of bewilderment. They could hardly recognize the powerful Dina, her torn and sullied robes, her short and askew hair, the sparse plumage of her wings, and finally the claw marks that marred her face. As they stood in shock and concern, the novice angel flew forth on eager wings and embraced her. He wept onto her shoulder and apologized profusely for being so weak and begged for forgiveness. Dina smiled and stroked the wings of her student, a silent display of forgiveness. It was at that moment the Celestial decided to speak. "As foreseen, you have returned triumphant and more beautiful than you ever had been before. You have much wisdom to teach to the inexperienced, Dina, my archangel." Heaven as a whole rejoiced and celebrated Dina's greatness and for all eternity she was considered the most beautiful angel of all."
Zane wrapped a yellow towel around Ayane's head and peered deeply into irises of mint green and sky blue.
"Ayane, you are Dina's human reincarnation. You have the same selfless strength she had even though you don't realize it. You can't see your own fair beauty when everyone else can, but one day I'm confident you will and when the clouds disperse from your eyes and the sun shines through I'll be there to rejoice with you…moy angel."
Ayane said nothing and uncurled the towel from her head to let it drape around her shoulders. The water from her damp tresses dripped from her brow and bangs into her eyes and down her cheeks, a clever disguise to camouflage her own tears that began to flow. She stretched her arm and laid her hand on Zane's face for a moment then pulled away to settle herself on the lid of the toilet seat.
She knew Zane's words were meant to give her strength, but they did just the opposite. Strength…resolve…valor…wisdom…attributes that were so hard to acquire. Her fear was what caused her to make so many mistakes during their mission. Skalidor was dead, but she felt that his vengeful spirit lingered in those dark corridors wailing his hatred for all to hear and throughout the entire ordeal she felt the cold touch of scales around her body. She was so scared…and the very thought of having to going back again next week…
"Zane…what does it mean to be strong…?" Ayane whispered and Zane stood.
"There are many definitions of strength and each individual must find their own answer. You will find yours…when the clouds disperse…"
"And the sun shines through…" she finished and glanced at Zane through her tears. "Have you found your answer yet?"
"…Not yet," he replied and went to kneel in front of the troubled kunoichi, "…Ayane?"
"No, I'm fine…its okay," she said hurriedly, but made no effort to wipe her face. "I think…I think my Trial was only the beginning. Physical strength means absolutely nothing if I don't have the mental stability to use it…as well as the courage."
I can't tell him now, it will only raise more questions and his concern will escalate. He shouldn't have to worry so much about me…I want to be stronger. I'll try to tell him tomorrow; she thought and pondered whether or not Nya and Sasha were having dilemmas of their own…especially Sasha. What was going through her head during the mission? Was she just as terrified as she was? She decided to think about that later, right now all she should focus on was the being kneeling before her.
"When do you think you'll find your answer, Zane?"
Zane took hold of the towel on Ayane's shoulders and proceeded to dry her hair the best he could. "I believe unlocking my true potential was only one key to the many locked chambers within me. However…I dread what will have to happen for the other keys to be found. Something else is inside of me and most likely inside my brothers as well. The war within is not over yet…I will draw your bath now. You need to submerge yourself," he voiced and rose to do what he said.
Zane had had this distant inkling for many months now. To be honest, soon after he unlocked his true potential, a distant entrapment within his mind…his body hailed against his soul. Since he knew of her existence within his mind he tried to confer with Shiva, but her answers were in riddles he could not solve. The only thing he knew was that something dark was on the horizon to the future and everyone will be tested again.
The crystals from the lavender bath salts were beginning to bubble as the hot water filled the tub. Knowing it would take a few minutes, he turned back to Ayane and saw her feet and legs unwrapped from the onyx and gold bindings and her simple obsidian sandals lay beside them on the floor along with two silver armbands and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. She looked pained from having to undress herself and probably thought she could do it without hurting her shoulder more. Zane went to her quickly.
"Ayane, please stand up," he instructed, but this time Ayane refused to comply.
"No Zane, I can…this is…I'll just have to go slow," she countered and Zane stood there blankly looking down at her. Ayane met his gaze warily, already feeling the rush of blood settle on her face. A moment of silence passed and the only sound was the flowing water beside them. Shiva's son knew he was right so didn't press an argument. He simply waited for his angel to become complacent and she did…eventually. She stood in front of him and wrung her hands together nervously.
"Can…can you c-close your eyes?" she stuttered. "I don't want you to see me…yet."
Zane may not be a prude or a pervert, but she was. It was an odd combination that she wasn't proud of though there was nothing she could do to change how she felt. She dreamt about him almost every night and within those fantasies was pure and utter bliss and satisfaction. They started innocent enough…in a field of flowers or deep in a forest overlooking a bubbling brook, but they would escalate so quickly into something…hot and sensual. She must've always been silent during those dreams since Sasha never said anything or teased her about it. Although, every morning when she woke up from one of her fantasies…she could feel the wetness of her arousal between her legs, the thin sheen of perspiration on her skin, and the blush on her cheeks. It was so damn embarrassing, but she knew it was nothing to really be ashamed of. She was uncomfortable yet she wanted it, a prude and a pervert.
"As you wish…" he whispered and stepped closer. Zane pulled her to him as he closed his eyes. He had no qualm about complying since he was a gentleman. Not to say he didn't have his own urges. Whether awake or asleep or even during meditation his fantasies found ways to torment him. Ayane's ninja attire alone provoked him. The short golden-colored bustier he was unzipping revealed her comely naval and had a subtle opening in the center. Many a time if he observed from the right angle he could see the lovely curve of her breasts. It was so hypnotic and the first time he discovered it, his gaze lingered for so long that he was reprimanded harshly by Sensei Wu and his bamboo stick. It was humiliating for he had never been individually scolded or struck before during training like his brothers had and he caught grief for it for three days afterwards.
His hands gripped the straps of her top and he pulled the garment from her chest. He really wanted to open his eyes, but fought against the urge. His discipline would be his saving grace…he would need it for what he had to do next…Zane took a deep inaudible breath and dropped the clothing to the floor. Ayane covered herself with her arms as Zane's hands found her hips and began to undo the golden wrap along her waist. The knot was secure and tight along her left hipbone, but Zane was nothing but patient. The silk wrapping was exquisite indeed as it swooped down, covering her right side and leg and stopped mid thigh. The knot was the only thing that kept the wrap in place and her left side was indubitably exposed, but the black spandex shorts protected her virtue.
Finally undone, the gold silk material was released and fell silently. Ayane's breathing was becoming shallow and she quickly took a glimpse at the tub to see it almost full. When Zane got to his knees, she immediately lost her courage and stepped away from his outstretched fingers.
"Ayane…?"
"No!" She choked, her face ablaze like the sun itself. "This last part I can do!" She then grabbed the hem of her shorts and shimmied her way out of them with haste. A wince contorted her features and she bit her lip from crying out when another round of pain shot through her body from her left shoulder, but finally she managed to step out of the clingy article of clothing. Briskly, she padded to the tub and stepped in, welcoming the soothing heat and turned off the water. She sat down in the pool of suds and breathed a sigh of relief as the heated water calmed her muscles and contusion.
She turned her head and saw Zane still kneeled and motionless. Keeping his eyes closed, he climbed back to his feet and made his way to the door.
"…Until tomorrow, Ayane. Please enjoy your bath…goodnight."
Ayane watched him walk away and her pulse thumped uncontrollably in her veins. Is this really how she wanted them to part ways for the night after all they talked about and how he helped her?
Making a quick and impetuous decision, she rose from the tub. "Zane, please wait!"
Zane grasped the knob to the door, but didn't twist it. "Yes, Ayane?" He asked with his back still turned and eyes dutifully shut.
She didn't want him to leave…not like this.
"Can you do me one last favor?" She whispered and Zane slowly dipped his head in a nod. Ayane stepped out of the tub and onto the plush rug. The suds from her sun-kissed body traveled lazily south, refusing to acknowledge separation. "Can you come back to me…and hold and kiss me like you normally do?"
Zane gripped the knob tight and fought with himself internally. If he returned to her now…he knew he would never want to leave. But in spite of that, could her really deny her? This wasn't a favor to her…it was a desire they both had. He could sense it so easily…
"If you want…you can also open your eyes. I lied when I said I didn't want you to see me…I do. Do you really think I'm beautiful as I am now…?"
Zane's hand loosened on the knob then fell away as he turned around. His pure hazel eyes open, alert, and focused when they looked upon radiance in all her heavenly glory. He took one step forward and another, his eyes roaming from head to toe of the body of his love. Shimmering streams of bubbles cascaded down over pert rosebud nipples, some trails faster than others. A particular path filled her navel and spewed forth straight down to her sex which Zane took notice of the little blond curls above her clitoris. Ayane's arms hugged herself, her hands covering the scars she received during her Trial. Maybe it was the lighting of the fluorescence, but to Zane's eyes her entire body was blushing beautifully. It felt like it took an eternity to reach her, but when he did…he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek. The other he buried into the bright golden mane.
"Forgive me, Ayane…but I was wrong," he murmured and mismatched irises widened in shock. "Beautiful…is too insignificant a term to describe your loveliness. You are flawless…perfect…and I refuse to leave you tonight…I can't."
He swiftly claimed her sweet lips in a kiss and a moan of soulful desire reverberated from Ayane's throat, her arms left her body to wrap around Zane's neck securely. His cool breath intermingled with her warmth as the kiss became fervent. Tongues danced and tasted each other thoroughly as hands touched and caressed smooth wet skin. Powerful emotions, all pointed towards love, led to this moment and neither "Light" nor "Ice" felt the need to become one with each other the strongest.
From the depth of the erotic kiss, Ayane lost all sense of time and awareness of her surroundings. Eyes closed in bliss, she felt lost in her sweet surrender to Zane. She inhaled sharply when the kiss ended and Zane attached his mouth to her neck and proceeded to lap and suck.
"Haa…haa…Zane…" she panted and gasped when he added little nips that would surely leave a mark in the morning. Heat steadily pooled inside her belly, signaling her arousal building. She wanted to feel more.
Zane's mouth moved with calculated precision, his eyes hooded and watchful of Ayane's expression as he marked her as his own for the first time. Her pulse throbbed against his lips and his hands roamed her nude body freely, gentle and adoring, from the small of her back and lower to cup and squeeze the firm cheeks of her buttocks. A hitch in breath rewarded him for his experimental kneading of the two fleshy mounds and he pressed her more firmly against his body. The front of his white cotton pajamas soaked through, but he cared not because soon…he wouldn't need them. The feel of her wet and soapy breasts was exhilarating, however he had yet to touch them the way he wanted. Finally satisfied with his mark of possession along Ayane's neck, he recaptured her parted lips in a deep kiss and decided to satiate his curiosity of the plump bosoms brushing against his chest. Removing one hand from a soft cheek, but keeping the other in place, he reached up to fondle a round globe of sun-kissed perfection.
Ayane broke the kiss with a startled yelp and groaned in ecstasy. "Oh Zane…I…" Eyes still closed, Ayane trembled in want and readiness.
"Ayane…" Zane breathed her name like a prayer and knew he wanted to make her reach nirvana. In resolution, he picked her up by her thighs and stepped into the steaming bath. Mindful of her injury, he pressed Ayane's back gently against the cool tiled wall. In this new position their groins were aligned with each other and glorious friction was produced when Zane moved. Ayane's eyes snapped open as a new pleasure electrified her aroused body and her legs wrapped around Zane's waist instinctually.
Zane released a deep wanton sigh and nuzzled his soon to be lover's neck, but before consummation he would pleasure her to climax. Muttering something inaudible in Russian, Zane concentrated grinding his hips continuously against Ayane's. The workings of his body was already making preparations in response to the incessant stimulus and sending his heated white blood to his nether regions. His shaft was hardening rapidly and with Ayane panting and mewing marvelously in his ear it may be safe to assume that he may cum with her.
*knock knock knock*
"Hey, Ayane? Are you almost done in there? I want to take a shower before I go to bed. Make sure to yell a little bit so I can hear you over the vent."
All movement and sound ceased instantly at the sudden interruption of Sasha's voice. Zane leaned back and peered into Ayane's clearly terrified eyes and bright red face.
"Shhh…don't panic, my dear," he soothed and thought quickly. "Here, say this…" Zane pressed his lips to her ear and whispered the words she was to reiterate to her leader. Ayane nodded shakily and called to Sasha.
"C-Can you give me like…ten more minutes? I'm nursing a-a bruise on my shoulder. Also, can you grab me a…extra towel from the laundry room? I don't see one in here," she got out with multiple stammers, but hopefully the red-head on the other side heard her.
"Oh okay, sure thing and I'll grab you towel. I'll be back real quick," Sasha answered and Zane extended his senses behind the door to track Sasha's Chi as she left the room completely.
He kissed Ayane's sweaty forehead to reassure her. "She's gone," he whispered.
"Zane…"
The passion and heat was still heavy in the atmosphere and Zane's smoldering gaze pierced through Ayane's and into her soul.
"You…haa…you have to go…"
"No, there's still time," he countered and kissed her lips long and hard. Ayane pushed back against his chest feebly and only managed to break the contact by turning her head.
"Please, Zane you know you can't be seen like this…This is sacred and is supposed to be private."
Zane grew quiet and wore an unreadable expression, his eyes however held the same degree of ardor. Slowly he relented and placed Ayane back on her feet with him in the tub.
"Thank you, Zane...good—"
"Sacred…private…yes, I agree…and that's why…"
Without any sort of hesitation, Zane got to his knees in the water and lifted Ayane's right leg and placed it on his shoulder.
"Zane?!" She cried in alarm, but Zane said nothing and simply stared at his love's sodden purity. He had studied the female anatomy and physiology for many reasons…and this was one of them. Carefully, he used his thumb and index finger to part the lips of her sex and licked his lips when he saw wondrous clear nectar glossing every each of her vaginal opening.
"It really is similar to a flower," he whispered in enthrallment, "and you are close to your orgasm. I wish to drink, Ayane. I want to taste this nectar that flows from you…"
A tentative lick was given to taste the liquid and Ayane fought to keep herself upright. Her hands settled on Zane's shoulders as her assertive lover gave enthusiastic ministrations to her sex. Zane became instantly taken with the flavor and while he couldn't describe it, he loved it because it was purely the essence of his angel. He felt Ayane shudder and more nectar trickled into his eager mouth. Her hands had moved to his hair and fisted the shock of silver and platinum blond in desperation. Her lips parted and a sensuous song of whimpers and pants fueled Zane further and he reached up to grasp one of her breast.
With the added stimulation, Ayane closed her eyes as her orgasm hit her full force. She bit her lip to keep from screaming Zane's name, causing it to bleed and run down her chin. Zane drunk his fill when her juices began to flow like rapids, even though his thirst was far from quenched, he knew he was out of time. He rose and gathered Ayane's exhausted and trembling body in his arms then stepped out of the tub before lowering her in the now lukewarm water.
She smiled tiredly and reached for him. He took her hand and kissed each of her knuckles.
"I…I love you. I love you, Zane," she whispered.
"And I love you, Ayane. I love you so much…Rest well and come to my room tomorrow," he whispered back and gave her a chaste goodnight kiss in which she responded albeit weakly.
When mystic orbs closed to rest, Zane forced himself to rise, but before he ventured out he extended his senses again and to his relief, Sasha was still absent. Thoroughly drenched, Zane exited the bathroom and the kunoichi quarters swiftly and retreated to his room.
Okay, um…yeah…I don't have much to say other than I'm really nervous about this chapter. What did you guys think? Was it okay or did it royally suck? Remember, I can take constructive criticism no sweat. I figured I start with a lime (I think that's what this sort of sex scene is called) first and see if I have a knack for writing this sort of thing or not. Oh, and please let me know if I need to change the rating, okay? Gosh, I'm so nervous!
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