DISCLAIMER: I don't own SHizNat, Midori, Mai, Mikoto, Tomoe and Fuuka. They all belong to SUNRISE.
WARNING: Un-edited
I'll update my other fanfic, The Aesthetics of Forbidden Love next week.
Chapter 2: Unconquered
August 15, 1971, Fuuka Island, Japan:
I met Kuga Natsuki in my junior year at Fuuka University. I was majoring in business and economics, and have also taken some credits in Political Science. I was about to leave Midori-sensei's office after submitting a report on corporations' contribution in the sociological psyche of Japanese people as they view the existing government regime, when she came in.
It was a breathtaking sight. A woman with long, dark, azure hair complimenting her pearl white smooth skin, adorned with big, jaded eyes, and… a scowl in her face?! It's not ugly though. Actually I find it cute for her.
"Ahem!"
I was startled by the noise. It was Midori-sensei who did it.
"Fujino-san, I'll just call you if I have some questions on your report. As you can see I have Kuga-san here who seems to be troubled about something as her face is suggesting."
So Kuga was her name. And I was taken aback by a husky reply,
"MI-DO-RI! Who told you I'm in trouble? And what is wrong with my face huh?"
The owner of the sexy husky voice looks up to me and said,
"And you. You've heard enough of Midori-sensei! I think you should go now because I want to talk to her alone."
"Kuga-san I never know that you are interested with younger woman like me, ne?" answered back by Midori-sensei.
"Why you?! Who said I am into younger woman?! And you, young? You look like a 30sh woman to me!" the blunette retorted back.
I had enough of their silly fight and I am very much interested with the navy haired girl in front of me.
"Sumimasen sensei, I have stayed here longer than I was intended to be."
And then I faced the beauty with scowled expression,
"Kanni na Kuga-san if I have interrupted your precious time with Midori-sensei…" here she comes.
"Nani? Even you? I am not into her and will never be. Hmmph!" with a pout.
Kawaii! What a cute pout! She looks like a puppy! I want to ravage her here and now if only Midori-sensei is not with us.
"Fujino Shizuru." I offered my hand for a handshake.
"Yeah I know. I've heard it while you are conversing with Midori. It's Natsuki by the way."
Instead of reaching for a grip, she rather flip her hear with the back of her silky hand. She's so endearing for doing such thing!
"Ookini Natsuki. And you can call me Shizuru as well."
"Ahem?!"
"I'll take my leave sensei. And to you Natsuki, nice meeting you."
And I left sensei's office with the brightest smile in my face. I want to go back to the council room and check for the file of Kuga Natsuki.
It was lunch time and I went to my favourite spot in the garden for lunch. Under the shades of the oldest Sakura tree is where I usually sat at noon to eat and for tea break. On my way to my special spot, I saw a shadow behind the tree trunk. An intruder! A fangirl?! No it can't be! This place is a secret, no one knows about it or just few people mostly from the admin. I slowly and noiselessly went to the tree to know who the intruder was. And I was surprised with what I saw, it was Natsuki!
She is dozing off with a small drool hanging on her mouth and it was such a cute sight! I positioned myself beside her, took her head and rested it on my shoulder then I partake my lunch with tea. It was the best lunch I had in Fuuka in my entire life!
After several minutes she was stirred from her nap and I waited for a cute reaction from her. 1, 2, 3…
"Gaah! Who the hell are you? And what are you doing here?! Sitting beside me and…. Shizuru?"
"Ara, Natsuki should refrain from shouting. You are going to break my eardrum for that." Then I took a sip of my tea.
"What are you doing here?" she was peeved.
"Ara, calm down Natsuki. I have no intention of intruding. The truth is, this spot was my favourite one and I am here every lunch hour to peacefully eat. But I can share it with you if you like. " Another sip on my teacup.
"Nani? This is your place? No, this is my place. I go here anytime I want too and almost every day to be alone. So I am not sharing it with you nor have the intention of doing so."
Sniff… Sniff
"What the?..." She's crying?
I palmed my face and began to sob, (a fake sob)
"So Natsuki doesn't want to share this spot with me. Sniff…"
"Ahh! Shizuru, no… I want to share this spot with you. We can have it together anytime."
"Sniff… so Natsuki will let me share this place with her?... Sniff.."
"Hai." While rubbing my back to comfort me.
"…Will have lunch with me here every day?" I slowly turn back into my normal state. Fufu
"Hai."
"So we have this place as our love nest?" got yah!
"Hai…. Nani?! You… you have tricked me! Gaah!"
"Ookini. Want some of my sandwiches Natsuki?" with the genuine and real smile plastered on my face.
And she took one for a bite.
It became a routine for us. I fake a sob; she panicked, whatever the subject, wherever we are. At first, it was an innocent expression of friendship but as time swift away, our relationship blossomed into love… into forbidden love.
The conservative society we are right now has an unspeakable code of hatred of homosexual minorities. It was the 1970s, freedom and love was the vogue from the West and have spread even in the far east, but due to the culture of chinmoku or silence and Shudan Ishiki (group consciousness) in Japanese social order, they are restrained of voicing out their opinion against us; and even us to speak our humane side to love and be loved by the same sex.
We are in love and secretly, away from the scrutinizing eyes of the public, love and make love to each other.
To become a lesbian is not just a social but a political issue as well. That was what Natsuki told me. Both of us were opinionated. But our opinions were limitedly voiced out through our academic reports, papers, manuscripts, and on our discussions under the Sakura shades. Socially we are united but politically, we were from the opposing sides of the arena. She was a sympathizer of the left wing New Japan Movement, and I was on the government side, with the Traditionalists.
I believed in economic nationalism and was researching and openly supporting the policies of the government that were inimical to our interests. The Japanese university like Fuuka have imbibed the new 70s propaganda and though I did not agree with student demonstrators and lofty radical slogans, I commiserated with them. Natsuki interpreted it as the 'constipated' view of the nationalist bourgeoisie which wanted the whole cake for itself.
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The semester was almost over and the chilly winter wind and snow was covering the island of Fuuka. I was planning to stay here in Fuuka with her than spending the holidays with parties and social gatherings hosted by my family in Kyoto. Natsuki was an only child like me and has a mother as the sole living family member of her. She was staying at Fuuka Dormitory with Tokiha Mai and Minagi Mikoto, secret lovers just like me and Natsuki, as roommates and considered as her friends. And with this, a Christmas just for the two us is possible.
We checked in at the most expensive and luxurious hotel in Fuuka. I want the best and only the best for my girlfriend. We had a fancy dinner; watch a firework display while holding hands, then exchanged gifts as the clock's hands reached 12. She gave me a tea set and a box filled with varied flavours of tea while I gave her a necklace with a crescent moon pendant. It was a lovely Christmas night.
After all the celebration activities, we went back to our room. We lay flat still holding each other's hands while facing the ceiling.
"Thank you, Shizuru."
I looked at her and said,
"No, I should be the one to thank you. Today was the best Christmas ever. A Christmas with no parties, ball or galas I have to attend to, just a night with my Natsuki and only with…"
She surprised me with a kiss. It started with a soft and sweet one then it became a passionate kiss. Natsuki's tongue dipped in and out of my mouth, tormenting me with pleasure, I flung my arms around her neck, while she was on top of me. She kissed the lobes of my ears down to my neck. I moaned for every sweet, torturing kisses she's giving me.
I shifted our position, now, I was the one on top.
I removed Natsuki's garments and under garments, unclasped her bra and dive in. I captured a small pink bud between my lips, and caused her a surprised and aroused cry. I cupped the other breast while flicking the erect nipple of the other half with my tongue. The free hand roamed down her flat stomach until it reaches Natsuki's thighs. I placed a knee between her legs to press her thighs open, she moaned due to the knees rubbing against her wet sex. Slowly, I strokes the wet center with my hands.
"Natsuki, you are wet."
"Hmmm…"
"You want it bad My Natsuki."
"Hmmm…"
"You are beautiful."
"Shizuru… what are you… doing… do it…"
"Do what?"
"Touch…"
I lowered my head between Natsuki's legs and started thrusting my tongue.
"god! Shizuru… Ahh…"
"Natsuki…"
"fuck… me…"
Natsuki shivered and opened her legs wider giving the brunette a better view of her extremely wet sex. Then the tongue was replaced with a finger pumping inside her and as soon as she saw her grew accustomed to it, Shizuru added another finger, she thrust more and faster this time, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Natsuki's mouth. Natsuki's hips bucked wildly, she was close to release. She pulled Shizuru down so their faces were just inches apart.
"Shizuru, I… Aahh!"
She kissed Shizuru and was kissed back. Shizuru then felt the blunette's body tremble beneath her, and thrust with all her might to bring Natsuki to a quick orgasm.
Natsuki shook and held on tight to Shizuru, she caress Natsuki's face and gently peck her lips.
"Merry Christmas, My Natsuki."
"Merry Christmas too, Shizuru."
They both lied quietly and contently in bed with arms holding each other. There's a new day ahead of them, and no ideological differences or uncomprehending close minded society can rift them apart. Just like the 70s Hippie culture cries, all for Peace and Love. Yes, together, they are at Peace and in Love.
February 21, 1973, Fuuka Island, Japan:
Ikari Genosuke
Saotomo Eikichi
Iba Osamu
Fukomoto Shinji
Tanaka Ito
and
Tsuchiya Gunma
Tsuchiya Gunma was the name of the person who violated My Natsuki. I hired an informer under the name of Yamada. And he, in exchange for a large sum of money, gave the names and profiles of the men in uniform that assaulted Natsuki, and killed her mom and friends. I want to personally exact my vengeance upon them. I asked him to arrange a party with them as the guests of honor. And it's my pleasure to host the very last gathering they will attend to.
I'll just have to wait for his signal before the carnival, my carnival begins.
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I bought an apartment near Fuuka University and 'live together' with Natsuki there. My parents, at first, questioned my purchased apartment but with my persuasive diplomatic skills, I've convinced them with the lie of having it as a necessary and good investment. I told them that a good friend and also a student from Fuuka will be staying with me at the apartment, and knowing that they are too busy handling the other branches of the corporation; they will not bother to visit the place.
I know Natsuki was a tough puppy but it doesn't make her a superhero. She was traumatized with the 'warehouse incident' and I was prepared to suffer the coldness that she had hinted at. In the apartment, at night, I heard her cry while at sleep. How I wish to take the nightmares away from her and let me have it instead.
She tried to be the woman, the Natsuki, the lover, she used to be. Soon she began to relax and bring forth the sensuous yet loving Natsuki I loved and will always be. After a time, we had our precious and glorious love making back. Her eyes became bright again and she was adorably reacting to my teases once more . I finally sought the completeness that had eluded me all these years.
I was at my office doing the CEO's ritual but this time there is more glee in my every movement because there's a Natsuki waiting for me at home and will cover me with her warmth. Then suddenly,
"Fujino-sama, you have a phone call." Said by my teal-haired assistant, Tomoe.
"Ara. And yes, who is it from?"
For some uncomprehending reason I saw my assistant blush from a simple question and of course, my smile.
"He said his name was Yamada." She replied.
"Ookini, Tomoe-san. I'll take the call."
I was answered back with a blush much redder than before. Ara, this girl has a crush on me. Fufu. But I only belong to Natsuki.
Phone Conversation:
"Doste, Yamada-san?"
"Fujino-san, I have them invited and surely will attend the party as you've ordered."
I smirk with the good news.
"Ookini Yamada. I want the party to be held at our family rest house near the cliff located at the eastern Fuuka this coming Friday. I want my special guests be pampered to death. "
"As you wish Fujino-san."
"Matane, Yamada-san."
Click.
That was it. I wanted those people suffer the way they did to my Natsuki. I want to double the pain she experienced. Revenge should be… must be sweet. For Natsuki deserves everything I can give…
TBC
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