A/N: So this is my 1st legitimate fanfic. I have some ideas on where I wanna go with this, but I'm just writing for the heck of it. I'm also writing a zombie apocalypse, but that's completely irrelevant as far as fanfics go (Although, I admit, there was influence from HOTD). If anyone has an idea of where I may be able to post that, I'd greatly appreciate it. Anyhow, R&R please! Yoshi! Izuko!
(Kannazuki no Miko is not mine, I give all credit where it is due.)
Himeko's POV
"Chikane-Chan… Why…" I whispered. She didn't hear me.
I stared as she gazed out the window. Her raven hair falls down her shoulders and her face was unreadable. Her eyes glistened in the moon light. I lay still, watching her. My body was sore from the force she had used.
Tears down my temples and mingled with my blond hair. "Chik—Cha-"I tried again, louder this time. My voice was raw from my useless protestations and cracked when I tried to speak. There was no reaction from her save for moving her head. I could no longer see her painfully expressionless face. She was sad. I felt the strong urge to hold her.
What are you thinking, Himeko? You were there just a minute ago, weren't you? Don't think like that.
But still, the urge was there, and it felt painful to reject the feeling. Chikane stood. Her movements were blurred by my tears, but I could swear her hands wiped away something on her face.
She walked over to me and grinned evilly. She straddled my lap and gave me a forceful, but passionate kiss. I detected sadness deep inside the kiss.
I had an urge to kiss her back, but she pulled away before I could act on it. She stood and grinned again; a silhouette in the moon light. Chikane's voice rang out beautifully, asking me a question. I stared blankly at her.
"Do you still love me, Himeko?" she asked again. I didn't move. She moved down, nearing my face. "You are and always will be my Himeko." Saying this, she touched my Solar Priestess mark. A shockwave ran through me.
What kind of shock was it, though? Pleasure? Revulsion? I had butterflies rampaging in my stomach. Chikane stood tall, listening to the motorcycle outside.
She went back to the window sill. She suddenly looked to the door. I saw her lips move and her eyes showed contempt for whoever had barged in.
I heard only my heart beat.
I watched Chikane as I felt my body be picked up off the ground. I slowly looked to Souma-kun.
I looked back to Chikane.
I started to get moved away from her. When I was about to lose consciousness, I still watched her. My hand moved to reach out to her. As the door closed, a silver shimmer ran down to her cheekbone. Her western style door was closed. There was nothing left for me to watch. Clutching Souma-kun's shirt, I lost consciousness, tears staining my face.
I awoke to birds chirping outside the window and pure sunrays easing into the room. I stretched, arching my back and feeling innumerable pops and cracks. My body was sore and I could feeldried tears in the corner of my eyes trailing into my hair.
I rubbed the sand out of my eyes and stood to gaze outside the window. I sat, thinking about that memory-dream. Chikane and I had our rough patches, but Ame no Murakumo had given us a new life together.
Because of Chikane's sacrifice and my decision, we came back with full memory of our past life and were able to love each other from the beginning of our relationship. I looked at the forest that we had saved up to buy together.
In Chikane's past life, she was rich and I was simply average. In this life, we are both average, but hard working. Chikane is a sword smith, and I am a sword polisher. We met at our dojo when we were just looking for an apprenticeship.
I still have a couple more years to go, but Chikane has already finished her licensing test. We lived together to save money at the time, but we eventually saved up enough to buy our own place. We now have a lovely home and forge with plenty of forest. Overall, we have somewhere between 7-9 acres of land.
My reminiscence was broken by pale arms wrapping around my waist. Raven hair fell into my peripheral vision as my love nuzzled into my neck. Reaching up to touch her soft hair, I whisper a good morning into her ear. She replies with a kiss on my neck. I close my eyes; willing them not to roll back.
I turned and gave her a full embrace. After a moment, I pull back and give my other half a love-full kiss. I cut off the kiss and tell her I'd make breakfast. She looked disappointed but helps out and goes about taking care of our futon.
Chikane's POV
When I woke up, Himeko was already up. It took me a moment to notice the sun was up. Birds chirped and, out of pure habit, I glanced to the window to check the weather. I saw my Himeko gazing out the window. The pure sunlight lazily radiated inside our room. The sunlight make Himeko glow like the sun.
No, I thought, she is my sun.
I laid back and watched her for a while, content with simply watching her beauty. She had pinkish eyes from the nightmare she had had last night. She was reliving a day of our past and it wasn't a pleasant one. She kicked and whined and I held her tight, which seemed to help at times.
Her face was peaceful now; probably reminiscing about our lives. After a bit more distant adoration, I couldn't keep myself from her anymore and got up. My movement and loud sounds didn't faze her a bit.
I stood just behind her, following her gaze to the forest we owned some of. I smiled. I wrapped my arms around her lusciously delicate waist, pressing my face into her warm, pulsing neck. Her pulse quickened for a moment then slowed back down again, just as quickly. After a moment, I heard a gentle good morning and a tender hand caressing my hair.
Those same hands that loved me with everything and tempts me to…
I cut off that thought before I got too distracted. I kissed her pulse, not wanting to put space between us for a simple vocalization of my greeting. Her pulse quickened instantly and I felt her move to turn around. She pressed herself into my bosom and held me tight a moment. She then proceeded to pull me into a kiss that she usually saved for when we have more time on our hands.
The kiss abruptly ended when Himeko dismissed herself to go cook us breakfast. I nearly groan, but my stomach prevented me. In order to distract myself, I help Himeko out by cleaning up our futon. After that's taken care of, I join Himeko in the kitchen, where a warm cup of jasmine tea awaited me.