I'm not sure what came over me but I had to write this. Its a drabble for Nanami and Tomoe for missing out on so much action in the manga.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not owning anything here.
Nanami had never been the brooding, pessimistic girl one would expect her to be due to her past circumstances. Instead she seemed to shine brightest in the toughest of situations. In her own eyes, that was her saving grace. She knew she was a klutz and that she made rash, foolish decisions most of the time. She understood that many a times she put herself and others around her in danger. Usually, over a period of time, that would begin to weaken her resolve of handling things herself in her own way. But her will would not deter.
He supposed that was just one of her many annoying traits that he just couldn't get himself to stop loving. She didn't need to know that. If she did, that would only boost her resolve into doing things which surely shorten his lifespan just by worrying.
She was indeed a worrisome human. And he was in an extremely worrisome position of being horridly in love with her. Human God and Youkai – he wasn't sure what any rulebook said about that. He was beyond the point of caring for such things but that didn't mean the thought never crossed his mind.
Everyone by now was well aware of his fierce protectiveness and deathly attachment to the said Human God but no one could quite comprehend how boundless and bottomless his love for her was. It was as if he was drawn in by her mere presence. As if she was an addiction and then a cure to it. He was stuck in vicious cycle of constantly needing her entire self.
His light mauve eyes traced every petal that fell from the sakura tree in front of him under the bright silver moon. Everything was so still he was getting slightly uneasy with the serenity. No matter how many years passed by, no matter how much time he had spent trying to alter his ruthless ways, on such quiet nights he would feel irksome. He was still haunted by the restless bloodlust he held inside him.
It was easy to suppress it. But he was agitated at how it was still present. Nanami's presence was a godsent for his demeanor but when she was away – such as this particular night – he had to put in some extra energy into his self-control.
It was barely 10pm and the moon was not even at the apex when Nanami decided that it was too beautiful a night to spend at the karaoke with friends cooped up in a small suffocating room. She couldn't help but frown at how she was becoming an obaa-san.
She feigned stomach pain with no shame and excused herself to go back home on her own against Ami's concern for her friend's wellbeing. Ami offered that Nanami spend the night at her house but Nanami refused. She knew that he silver haired familiar would not be too happy with the sudden change in plans. She would rather not argue with him on such a magnificent night.
Her feet felt light as she ran through the streets – a light chilled wind swaying through her dark chocolate locks. At that moment she decided that as soon as she got home, she would ask Tomoe to take her up in the sky and let her view the town from the sky.
There they were. Her light footsteps rushing on the steps of the shrine. Each step beat like a drum in his fox ears. He wanted to vanish into a flame and appear right there at the lower steps of the shrine, picking her up and mindlessly kissing her soft plump lips. But he felt like that was a bit uncharacteristic of him. That and the fact that he knew at the moment, it was his blood yearning an outlet.
Her shoes dropped at the entrance and she slid her way to the other end of the old wooden building. The shouji was already open and there was no one in sight except for silver and grey in front of her.
She stopped at the shouji and smiled to herself, watching as Tomoe's ears twitched a bit at her arrival. He didn't turn to look at her. How typical. She wasn't sure if it was his pride or his self-restraint, but she accepted it either way.
She slowly approached his figure which was bathed in the white light, fixing her skirt and folding her legs under her.
"I'm home." She said softly.
"Welcome back." He replied, his voice non-chalant.
A constant smile was plastered on her face whenever he was around – bearing in the mind the exceptions when they bickered and fought. She swore to herself that this was not going to be one of those nights.
"You had a good time at the singing place?" He asked, still looking at the sakura petals.
"Mm! It was fun." She chirped before her voice mellowed down. "But I wanted to come home early to Tomoe."
Tomoe glanced at her pink shaded cheeks, her blushing face shining with a brilliant smile. He could feel her cold hand almost touching his on the floor board. He mused for a bit before finding that the best course of action would be to grasp it. So he did.
Nanami felt his hand move over her cold one and leaned towards him. Although a bit nervous even now, they were both beyond that kind of embarrassment.
Before her head could touch his shoulder, Nanami was completely caught off guard with a pair of warm lips pressed against hers. Before she could even register, they were already pulled away.
Once she made sense of things once again, disappointment was clear on her face. He had pulled back before she could even feel the depth of his kiss. She didn't understand him. He would steal kisses from her ever so often in the same way.
When crossing her in the hallway of the shrine. When they were alone in the classroom; when they would share meals up on the school roof. He would pull her to the side in dark alleyways at times and kiss her lips so fiercely she felt as if her heart would explode within her. And when he would part from her lips, he would have that look. That look that she dreaded and adored at the same time – a long yearning in his eyes to affirm that she was his and only his. She wasn't sure if those kisses were meant to convince her that she's his or whether he was trying to convince himself of her loyalty.
It bothered her. It bothered her mentally and physically, his narrow disconcerting eyes. She wanted him to have faith in her. She needed him to have more faith in himself as well. She was young and naïve but she wasn't a child that she didn't know how things worked in the world. She just wasn't sure she was ready for that kind of advancement in their relationship.
She was certain of her love for him, that wasn't the problem. But from what she had heard and read, it was never a onetime thing. She just wasn't sure she was ready for that kind of steady sexual relationship.
Tomoe's gaze pierced into her eyes as she stared back. But he was aware that at the moment, her thoughts were elsewhere. He wasn't sure of what she was thinking about, but he wanted her to have her little privacy. As long as she wasn't indulging in any danger or any other man, he would give her the liberty to act and think however she wished.
What amused him though was the sudden crimson blush that crept onto her cheeks when she realized how deep in thought she had been about something so… carnal. Had she seriously adapted to the thought of it happening so soon?
"You're deep in thought today. Anything happen that you'd like to share?" Tomoe smirked, his eyes closed and his hand gripping her hand tighter.
Nanami jumped up to her feet and pulled her hand away in embarrassment, looking away from his gaze.
"N-Nothing! I wasn't thinking of anything!" She was failing with her voice.
A mischevious smirk drew on Tomoe's face and his fangs became visible as he moved nearer to her, now itching to know what that reaction was all about.
She took one step back to each step he brought further towards her. Her eyes were avoiding his narrow arched ones. If he saw through her, she was sure she'd regret it. Knowing him, he's never let it go and tease her endlessly.
Goddammit the odds that she moved back to the wooden wall, missing the open door to the shrine. She was going to turn around and make a run for it to her room. Instead she was pinned to the wall with Tomoe inches away from her, his arms now on either side of her.
"What's the matter Nanami?" He whispered, the devious smirk never leaving his lips. "You seem to be very nervous today."
He was too close. The distance between them was narrowing, his lips approaching her ear to tease her some more.
"S-Stop it Tomoe, please let me go!" Her voice was heavy and jittery.
Tomoe stopped at the very instant and looked at her from the corner of her eye. Her resolve was weak; he felt it in her words. It was weak enough to not have any effect on him.
"Nanami… Are you okay? I'm sorry for teasing you. Forgive me. I didn't know you were unwell…" He suddenly moved back only enough to look back straight into her eyes.
His eyes were digging into her nervous, unsure ones.
She saw the wash of concern in his eyes and she began to fight her best to keep the tears from welling up. She was not going to cry now and worry him some more. But his concern for her moved her till her legs became weak.
"Tomoe…" Her voice barely came out before her legs gave away and Tomoe caught her before she fell.
"Oye, Nanami! What's wrong?! Tell me!" Tomoe was panicking, it was in his voice.
Her face was balanced over his shoulder and his arms below hers, holding her up in an awkward embrace.
She breathed him in, the strange but very familiar musk. He was always so clean. Always so well-dressed and graceful. His pride showed in every single movement and every single habit.
His muscles were taut and clenched in worry under her and she could feel his shaking breath over her ear.
He shook her slightly, pulling her back while an arm snuck around her waist, holding up from there. "Nanami, please tell me what's wrong!"
His voice was shaking. His entire body was shaking, she could feel it.
He pulled her to himself in exactly the way they stood and jumped up through the garden and into his room window. But before he could place her down on his futon, she brought both her arms up and around his neck, hugging onto him tight.
His eyes widened and his voice croacked, "Nanami?"
He was riddled with confusion at how his Mistress was acting.
She didn't care for any of that anymore. She had given herself up to him long before she even knew it. When she looked into those mauve orbs which were always torn up with such longing and concern for her, she would fall apart. All those emotions which lingered inside him for 500 years still alive and even more fervent than before – she was at a loss for words thinking about his devotion. There was no question in his motives and there was no doubt in his dedication. He was at her mercy inch by inch. And to his utter misfortune, she was well aware of the power she held over him.
"Tomoe…" She whispered his name again, pulling back from his embrace and pressing her forehead to his.
His eyes were wide in shock as she neared him and took his lips into a chaste kiss. Nanami of course had a history of grabbing him into a kiss but it somehow always ended up in very intense life-and-death situations. This didn't seem like much of one for which reason Tomoe was shocked at her bold behavior.
He felt her lips tremble against his and felt the need to respond immediately. He pushed back into her, his arms pulling her up to her feet from her waist to let her stand while she slowly and lazily kept kissing him.
Tomoe could feel himself catch fire as he nudged her lips with his tongue, wanting access. As soon as she complied, he wasted no time in deepening the kiss with his head tilting against hers. This wasn't the first time they had such a passionate kiss. They had shared a few of those before too but Tomoe had to force a leash on himself, keeping his restraints in check.
So deep in the kiss, Nanami stepped back out of balance and collided into the wall behind her, not once parting with Tomoe. There was something so enticing being completely bound and helpless to the kitsune's mercy, she didn't want to stop.
But soon she ran completely out of breath and Tomoe pulled away right before he knew he would lose all control over himself. He abhorred this part of their passion because this was the part where he had to make sure he was not pushing everything overboard.
His heart was racing in his chest and he was feeling the heat build beneath alongside. Acknowledging the situation, he was about to step back to leave her room when he caught a glimpse of Nanami's face under the moonlight.
He gritted his teeth as he saw her lips swollen and red, crimson painted on her face and her heaving breath. He was not going to indulge her any more than this.
"You should get some rest." Was all he spoke stoically before vanishing from Nanami's presence.
TBC