AN: Hello readers, once again your Mistress has a chapter that I hope you all will enjoy. Now, some of you have brought it to my attention that you DON'T like me responding to some reviewers because it takes away from the story.
Skip it, cover your eyes...I don't care.
Get over it.
Why am I being like this? Easy, if everyone gets a stab at me, then I feel it is only fair that I stab back. Case in point.
blue
2011-02-10 . chapter 54
No need for this tantrum. You expected people to not like the ending. Most will read the next story.
Not sure I can continue to support the hissy fits that you and Lotlof seem to be having recently.
*sigh*
Blue, for starters, thank you for reading my story and reviewing...at the end of it. Why do I say end of it and bring you into focus. Easy! You say there is no need for a tantrum, I call it a public awareness to those who don't seem to get the gist of what is involved in writing a story. I'll make somethings clear for everyone reading this now and use the public examples for everyone to be aware of. So, basically, I'm doing a service with your name on it.
If it doesn't apply to you, dear reader, then don't take it personally. If it does, listen up.
Blue, this does refer to you for two reasons.
One- Tantrum is perceptive, I call it a defensive feedback.
Two- you said you are not sure you can continue to support this 'hissy fits' that LOTLOF and I seem to be having recently.
When did you support me? You have reviewed this story one time. I checked. One, frigg'n time. I don't think that warrants you in showing any kind of support at all. If you think it is, then allow me to make it easy for you.
Don't support me. Go away. Shoo.
See? Easily said and done away with.
As far as LOTLOF is concerned, he'll let me know if there is anything bothering him and I'll support him accordingly. With real support not imaginary kind like 'blue'.
Now, I'll say this again, if these comments reflect anything you feel personally, dear reader, then maybe you should take them to heart. If they don't, then please excuse this interruption of the story and know that your Mistress does work hard to try and bring a quality story about in her own way. In the end, remember though, I write this story for me.
I won't apologize for that, ever.
Your Mistress.
Take What Is Yours
Ch 2 Unclean
She was staggering about, her arms across her breasts, arms wet with blood.
His blood.
"Unclean..." she murmured.
The words left her lips half spoken. She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Green eyes that had once held his gaze looked about an empty world. Empty because he was gone from it.
Tsukune...
So many promises were not only broken but gone forever now.
Why?
It had happened right in front of her, in her arms. He was there, solid and trembling with taut limbs...
In such pain...
She could feel it through him, his breath, his grunts, his words, his eyes...
She'd wanted to save him. To take it all back. To heal him. She's just wanted him to love her again; to back to how things were.
Now he was gone and she had his blood drenching her.
"Unclean..."
She did this. All of this.
Where was she going? What was left for her?
Looking around, she could only see that she was staggering in a swaying, drunken stupor. Behind her was her family. Most of it, anyways. Actually, it was her mother, the man who used to be her father and her sisters.
Oh, yeah, she had lost them too.
What was that sound?
"Unclean..."
It was waves.
Where was she?
Looking around, she thought she recognized the sound of leaves blowing through dead tree limbs and the squawks of crows and ravens.
Tombstones.
Aged and withered, they looked vaguely familiar.
A cliff with a weird overhanging outcropping that curled like an elephants trunk.
It looked funny.
"Unclean..."
Dirty.
She felt dirty.
Why?
Moka, you smell different.
He'd called her Moka...
...Moka...
She smiled.
Touching her face, her lips, she smiled. The long pink tresses of her hair flew across her face, covering her eyes.
He'd said he would never call her Moka again, but he did.
It was like he had always called her, back when they were...
...were...
"Gone..."
He was gone.
The smile curled her lips in an ugly demented twist.
Why had he said that? What was different? What...what could he possibly mean? She...she...
How could those have been his very last words?
Looking inside of herself, she hoped she could hear what her Inner voice thought, but she knew...
...knew...
That if she was dealing with her husband's loss like this then her Inner was...
What was she doing?
Silence.
After Kahlua had whispered something comforting and simple...
"I'm sorry he's gone, Moka-chan. Come, we have to go."
The blonde lithe young woman had hooked Moka's arms and kept her shocked, unmovable limbs half dragging/half stumbling towards their appointed exit. All she knew at that point was that she had to walk.
Put one foot in front of the other.
Is this what Tsukune felt like when he...
...when he...he...saw her and Gin...
...that day...that night...Did he feel like this?
...Feel like...like...like...
What was Inner feeling?
Like everything that mattered was gone?
When was the last time she saw her? Oh, yeah...
When Mikogami spoke to Lilith.
What did he say?
"You are dismissed. Lilith."
"Yes, Master"
"Cancel the spell. They are free to leave."
"As you wish, Master."
Those were the last words before she found herself outside, there...
She glanced back to where her father, Lord Akashiya and her mother were talking. Ria and Kahlua were watching her with different looks of concern.
Kahlua looked on the verge of tears...
Ria looked...upset?
Why was she upset?
She should go talk to her. Things were...were...
What were they?
"Unclean..."
She could feel his blood soaking her to the skin. Sticky, wet, and the scent...
...it still smelled sooo good.
Moka licked her fingers and smiled nostalgically. It reminded her of him and all the times she used to pounce on him, taking advantage of his quiet, sweet, and humble nature. Oh, she loved him...
...loved him...
"Gone...he's gone..."
Even now, she could smell him. Her whole blouse was smothered with his scent, his blood...
What was she supposed to be feeling right now? She couldn't feel anything other than confusion.
Why?
He was right there in front of her...she was holding him in his arms.
She felt everything, the torturous tremble, the breath squeezed from him, the rip of tendons and muscles under his skin...
"Unclean..."
The break of bones and the separation of sockets at joints, the viscous fluid of blood being strained to flow through veins and arteries...
"Dirty..."
"Moka, you smell different."
Those where his last words to her. She was telling him she loved him, she was sorry, she wanted to fix things, to make amends no matter what and he just looked at her. She wanted him to understand just how much she loved him.
He knew.
She tried to out think herself, but she was done being a liar and a prideful fool. Everything came back to her in a rush. That night with Gin, that demolished look in Tsukune's face as he turned away from her and walked away.
Those many touches and kisses, Gin's penetrations and grunts after Tsukune left...
Their once friend now her lover did those adulterous things to her in her mate's room, in their bed...
"Unclean...unclean...unclean..."
Those words she spoke in front of him while her memories were revealed rang in her thoughts, echoing like a banshee's shrill keen.
"Please, help me put an end to a decision Tsukune and I can not come to grips with. I won't allow him to father them. I don't want a human's mentality to taint the upbringing of the next line of Akashiya. Would you do me the honors?"
She was scratching at her ears, trying to rip the noise from her mind!
Looking back was always twenty-twenty, but this wasn't looking back...this was living her nightmare in slow motion in her soul as well as her mind.
"Moka, you smell different."
Moka wanted to say something, to explain herself, but another thought came to mind, something she remembered Tsukune watching during the trial.
That time when he left and it was the next morning with Gin.
What was it again? Oh yeah...Her Inner self and Outer self were discussing having Gin take Tsukune's place subconsciously, seeing if he could pull the rosario off of her like Tsukune had so many times.
Why did you ask him to do that?
Tsukune could do it the first time I met him. I am curious if it has anything to do with love or with just wanting to protect me.
Gin doesn't love us.
Yes he does, but not in the same way.
Lust and love are different.
But he does have a little for us. I have no doubt.
How could she have considered that paltry bit of emotion Gin may have felt that didn't even go past that thing between his legs into his heart? What was that speck of insignificant affection he had for compared to what Tsukune had done for her? And he thought that! She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her that last time when she wanted to let him know how she felt for him, because she knew...knew, knew, knew those were their last moments! Moka spouted unendingly how much she loved him and how sorry she was, but he didn't tell her he loved her or that he forgave her. He didn't try to comfort her or ease her worry that his last moments were as much of her as her's were of him. Instead, all he did was look at her...
...look at her...
...and he knew.
He knew...
He ...knew...
Tsukune...knew...
Slender pale fingers touched her belly...
A scream, a wail...a cry...
She knew.
The sound of waves were getting closer and the scent of the ocean was appealingly as was the idea of...of...
"I could really use a bath right about now...
