A Mai-Hime fic
by Monikku
Into the darkest regions of night, I follow her. Within the deepest recesses of my mind, I bury the corpse of my anguish, and indulge myself in her. She prides herself in her ferocity, but before me, she is only a frail child. She is a gentle lamb.
My hands are feral. The brutality she denies in me is unrivaled and ravishing. It is my desire that will surely ravage her soul.
There is no romance, no promises, no hopes or dreams here. Here, there is only need. I need to touch her. I need to tear the fabric of her defenses and devour her. I long for nothing less than the absolute.
ooooooooooo
I follow her to the edge of a forest, ever present. It seems always near for cloaking.
She runs, weaving her way in and out of trees, chasing shadows. Perhaps chasing away her
own demons.
"Natsuki. Natsuki!"I call, but she does not respond. It is becoming difficult to match her speed; she is so fast. There is an aimlessness in her stride, this game of tag serves no tangible purpose.
"NATSUKI!!" She falters at the strength of my scream. This is my opportunity. I grab her wrist, and before she can respond, pull her to me. The force of our collected speed coming to a halt knocks us down, and I use my body to shield her fall. I hold her so tightly to my chest, that I do not realise how often and easily I betray myself and my feelings. With every touch, word, and action, I give myself away to her. Now, my embrace speaks volumns of desperation, adoration, and utter devotion. She is the most important thing in the world to me.
She's crying.
"Natsuki?" My uncertainty is obvious. She buries her face into my chest, this is her only response. Together we lay on forest floor. My hold on her is a vice that tightens with the depths of her sobs. I stare through the tree tops at the slivers of the glimmer of stars, and listen to Natsuki's muffled sobs.
Has she needed me? My methodical nature will be my downfall, my analytical mind. It is a fact that was proven undeniable after the HiME festival. Some thoughts and feelings, were meant to be expressed, they were meant for release.
I watch as the moonlight filters through the trees. I can feel my arms relax of their own accord from around this beautiful girl atop me. My hands slowly trail up and down her back, thoughtlessly tracing figures on her form. Her cries ease nearly imperceptibly by my actions. Is she wondering what I'm doing? Do my actions soothe her? I no longer trust my own perception. For once, I am a fortuneless soothsayer.
I feel her readjust herself, changing positions, slithering up the length of my body,
her body never leaving mine. My heart races at the closeness. I close my eyes as my throat
tightens. She knows how I long for her, but does she realise what simple actions can do to
me? Has she noticed how the walls I've built have been crumbling since the day she kissed
me?
I cannot open my eyes, though I feel her breath close to my face. She's staring at me,
undoubtedly, with the same anticipation she always has. The expectation of answers. In this
chess game, I have positioned myself as the queen. She is my King.
I can hear her laboured breathing acutely. I want to cry. I feel the urge tremble my heart. I've created heavy burdens, I have taken in far too much to bear. I know that I cannot, tears are but a gentle escape, and there are no such absolutions left to me. My strength has become my worst vice.
"Shizuru?" she whispers searchingly, and briefly I wonder if my mask is crumbling before her to reveal my disarray. She lifts herself, and slowly kisses each of my closed eyes; first the left, then the right. As she travels from one to the next, there is a torrential burst in my chest. Each moist kiss kindles the flames of my wreckage, my jaw clenches. Is this is an act of torment or forgiveness?
Her lips are pressed firm, ravenously to mine.
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This is the first part, obviously left terribly unfinished. Hopefully I'll continue in the near future.
