from skybluescramble:
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look—I'm trying to write as much as possible here, but at the end of the day I have to accept that my days are now really… suffocating me. *cries
so I hope you're satisfied with this.
the next chapter won't be up quick, I warn you.
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:: : SCARLET : ::
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SHE couldn't remember how or when she had ended up sprawled on his bed with his tall frame above her. He was at least outweighed her by twenty pounds, so it was a piece of cake for him to pin her in place. Not that she was able to escape, anyway. Her mind was foggy and her body felt overheated, she couldn't think about anything else but a sorcerer named Hiiragizawa Eriol, whose head was in the valley of her breasts, tasting, suckling, marring her chest area with small bites.
Eriol out of the blue tore his lips away to look at her. She was panting beneath him, face flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, gloriously vulnerable. Inhaling deeply as he tried to breathe in her scent as much as possible, his focus shifted down from her face to her navel, to the flare of her hips, to her glistening womanhood.
He paused there.
"You shaved." Eriol said, rather amused.
Tomoyo forced her eyes to open. In a strangled, almost inaudible volume she replied. "The hair… tickles. Uncomfortable."
Seconds passed; he seemed mesmerized by the sight. Licking his lips tentatively, his eyes glanced up to look into hers. The man gave a slight smirk then leaned down and nuzzled his nose into her mound. He somehow sensed her eyelids fluttered shut again when a finger dipped into her slick folds.
"Fuck, your smell is much better here."
He said it in English.
It was the first time Tomoyo heard him speaking mother tongue.
"Hiiragizawa." She pleaded bemusedly, feeling the motion of his finger moving towards her pulsing sex. Her mind was clouded so it took a lot of her energy to bring out her voice in a mere whisper. "What about dinner…?"
"I'm having my meal right now." That was the last thing she heard before she felt his tongue invade her core, his mouth devouring her as if she was succulent fruit. He sucked, licked, nibbled with insatiable demand until she was a mass of quivering nerves, ready to burst at any moment. Her chest fell and rose faster. The peak of her breasts hardened painfully and her body started to buck as he thrust his tongue into her hot center, building a steady rhythm that sent her on edge and kept her there.
Tomoyo was lost in a haze of sensations.
She gave up biting her lower lip and sobbed for mercy when the forceful swipes of his tongue latched onto that particularly tender bundle of nerves, attacked vigorously causing her back arched up so high. Soon enough, her hips began thrusting up toward him, as though offering herself. Eriol smirked in approval between his work. She was so sensitive, and each reaction he draws out of her lithe figure only made his hunger stronger.
"Oh, oh, oh."
Her body tightened, the pressure that had been building slowly within her was eventually breaking the dam.
No more… can't hold it anymore….
And she exploded.
A wave of pleasure laced with a caress of pain washed over her. Tomoyo heard herself cry out his name like a desperate prayer before falling limp on his mattress. Eriol was silent, lapping at her juices, pressing lazy kisses to the inside of her thighs and then crawling up. His next aim was obvious.
Tomoyo felt his hands brush away several strands of hair that stuck to her neck, revealing the twin bite marks.
"Nice appetizer," he said softly. "Time for the main course."
She saw a glimpse of his fangs becoming slightly longer—they were always like that when he was preparing himself to bite onto her flesh.
A stifled moan escaped her lips the moment his sharp canines pierced through her delicate skin.
PIECE #10:
The Girl Who Accepts Fate
THE chirping noises of the birds awakened Eriol. Idly cracking open one eye, he noted by the angle of the sunbeam that it was a few hours later in the day than he usually woke up. He rolled over and examined the sleeping bundle of warmth next to him. Her dark, wavy tresses were disheveled, full with snarls, spreading all over his pillows. His eyes wandered elsewhere, observing her sweat-stained neck, and they stopped at the spot where he had bitten her. The small figure of hers was limp, boneless. She was drowning in the deep, tranquil slumber of a child.
Looking helpless and worn out.
Eriol smiled, got off of his bed and fixed the comforter to keep her warm. Winter would come soon and he didn't want her to catch a cold. He gave this matter a second thought before adding some extra layers of blankets from his cupboard. His cocky grin appeared when he saw her sigh contently, snuggling further into the cave of warmth he just provided.
Next, he collected her discarded dress and threw them into the laundry basket in his bathroom. Her ruined thong, however, ended up in one of his small drawers for whatever reason. Straightening his back, he did some small stretching and advanced towards the shower cabin.
Bath first.
THE blurry sight of Hiiragizawa Eriol in his denim pants, opening the curtain to let more sunrays enter the room through the window was the first thing Tomoyo saw. She blinked a few times and the view was getting clearer. Her body was tired, but she must admit she had never woken up this relaxed before. Strange.
Eriol, sensing her stir, glanced over his shoulders. "Breakfast?"
"Huh?" Still disoriented, Tomoyo battled the down and wool supplying her warmth. She threw off two or three layers as she scrambled for leverage to pry herself up with weak arms. Obviously she was still drained. Flopping back onto the fluffy pillows in a half-sitting position, she stretched leisurely, her bare arms and shoulders peeking out from the bedcovers.
The bed is so comfy….
Five more minutes.
She was almost drifted to sleep again had it not been the loud bang came from the entrance. That sudden noise seemed to wake up her every sense, sending back last night's memory into her brain like a rushed movie; her skin came to full awareness of the softness of the downy blankets and bed sheets sandwiching her body, her amethyst eyes wide open as they stared at the unfamiliar ceiling as she realized it wasn't the room she used to sleep in and the fact that she wasn't alone in this chamber.
"Master!" Akizuki Nakuru's appearance at the doorway followed the earlier noise, four huge shopping bags in her hands. She was scowling. "These are really heavy!"
Tomoyo immediately buried her body into the heated cave under the mound of wool, fur and down. She burrowed deep until most of her head was hid, giving herself only a small liberty to peek. Gods, this is embarrassing. She was hoping Nakuru didn't notice her presence and just leave, but it was proven to be an empty hope after all. Smiling brightly, the Moon Guardian greeted her casually.
"Good morning, Tomoyo-chan!"
She gave a groggy nod in return. "Er, yes. Thank you."
Soon afterwards, Tomoyo scolded her stupidity for saying such a response. Why thank you?
"Thanks, Ruby." Eriol interjected, and even though she didn't want to admit, Tomoyo felt saved with him taking over the conversation. "You may leave for work now. I'll make sure I reach there right after lunch. Still need to sort out some things here."
Nakuru bowed slightly. "Then, excuse me."
The door gave a dull thud sound as it shut.
Silence.
It was either none of them wanted to speak or the atmosphere was just too awkward. Tomoyo slowly pushed herself up from under the blankets, her muscles were less resistant although they were still tired. Once sat down, she heaved a heavy sigh; sitting up was, indeed, requiring too much effort.
"Are you okay?" Eriol asked. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and looking strikingly handsome. Tomoyo felt a pang of sickness at the pit of her stomach hearing his almost cold tone. Did he just use her last night?
But he had made it clear that her blood was what he needed… then why? Why did he do… other things… to her?
Came her soft reply, "I'm fine."
"It's up to you to think about my actions as using you or not." Eriol suddenly said as though he was reading her mind. Knowing him, it wasn't impossible if he was really capable of doing so, anyway. Even when his magic power had been weakened (and he definitely hadn't had enough of her blood to regain it completely), he was still an intelligent man who was an expert in the department of human psychology.
"I know." Tomoyo dropped her gaze. More or less, she understood what he intended to say. And it didn't make her anxiety lessen. She was still afraid of how the situation might develop.
Eriol walked towards the shopping bags Nakuru brought into his room. He picked them up effortlessly and put them next to the bed, making Tomoyo scooted away nervously, unnecessarily gathering the wool and fur to cover herself.
"Your clothes." He told her. His finger pointed at each bag as he spoke. "The biggest one is for your undergarments. The last three are for tops, bottoms, and one-pieces. Ruby Moon bought them yesterday. Choose one you want to wear and I'll put the rests in your room later."
Tomoyo blinked, feeling like an idiot when everything fell in place. "Akizuki-san did? That was why she couldn't come to the party with you? And you asked me instead?"
In truth, it was more like she was forced to go. But of course Tomoyo wouldn't let the word out.
Eriol shrugged. "That, and other reasons."
"Eh?"
"You should get dressed." He dodged the topic as he ended their talk with a firm tone and got out of the room, giving Tomoyo some privacy.
THRONE of Evil was always been his favorite place when he was deep in thoughts. It felt relaxing to spend hours sitting there quietly, drowning in a world of his own. This time, he was weighing the Sun Key in one hand as his mind wandered. The recent occurrences were playing in his head repetitiously, as well as what The Punisher told him long time ago.
Has my power gotten stronger now? He pondered, examining the key closely.
As a matter of fact, he did realize that his body felt much healthier when he woke up this morning. Presumably it was because he had taken Tomoyo's blood a few times. It would be sensible if he also regained some of his lost power.
There's no way but to find out.
"I call upon the powers of the day and the night, sun and darkness unleash your might. Release!"
The Sun Key began to gleam. The light become brighter and brighter, nearly blinding as the small key became longer before his eyes. It kept growing, more and more length came into sight until it stood proudly as a two-meter staff which peak was a shape of a big, magnificent-looking sun. Tightening his grip on the staff, Eriol summoned every ounce of magical power he could sense within his body.
"The power that sleeps inside this vessel of flesh and blood," he chanted again. "Free yourself from the bind and reveal your form to me."
A string of light came out of his chest. Once fully outside, it swirled like a tiny twister and then slowed down, taking the shape of a ball no bigger than the ones used in tennis. He smiled. His condition was getting much better. When he put a spell on Tomoyo's green dress yesterday, he spent almost all of his energy just for a simple charm. And last month he had been in the worst state, he hadn't even been able to release the true form of his Sun Key.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway caught his attention. Ruby Moon was undoubtedly still at work, and Spinel Sun barely used its small feet; it always flew everywhere. Then the suspicion would only go towards one person.
Daidouji.
In one swift motion, he stood up—the Sun Staff reverted back to its key shape—and strode out of the library. The woman he was after was found at the front door, looking troubled. She was wearing a white one piece that went just before her knees. The cutting was loose and feminine yet graceful, very much like her. On top of it, she was wearing a beige winter cloak which ended several inches above the one-piece. Still barefooted, she stared blankly at the big shoe locker. In her hand was a small purse Nakuru always brought along whenever she was out for groceries.
"Where are you going?"
Eriol hid his amusement when Tomoyo leaped in surprise, turning one hundred and eighty degrees, total shock all over her innocent face. Those small hands were pressed against her chest to calm down her jolting heart. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing was spoken.
He swallowed up some more space separating them with wide steps. "Where are you going?"
She gulped. "Groceries?"
Eriol cocked an eyebrow. Tomoyo hurriedly added, "Ah… I've asked Akizuki-san if I can help her with the cooking and grocery shopping… and other chores, of course, and she said that it's okay… Akizuki-san also told me where she usually put the money, and…"
She fell silent instantly.
Dear Lord, she was rambling.
This is insane, Tomoyo mentally banged her head. Where is my dignity as a Daidouji? Why am I acting like this?
But the tall man before her seemed unaffected.
"Then? Why are you daydreaming there like a mannequin?"
She blushed a little. "I… don't have any shoes."
"Oh."
Now that she mentioned it, Eriol remembered that he didn't include footwear in Ruby Moon's to-buy list. The only pair of shoes he had got her was the charmed silver espadrilles, but they were too much for daily wear. Until today, she had never wanted to go out, and perhaps that was why he didn't realize this problem earlier. He couldn't help but feel bad. At any rate, miscalculating things was not something Hiiragizawa Eriol does.
"Hiiragizawa?"
Her voice brought him back into reality. "You can borrow one of Nakuru's for now. Move aside."
Eriol scanned over the contents of the shoe locker. He thought briefly before deciding on a pair of simple light brown high boots. As he kneeled down to try them on her feet, Tomoyo retreated.
"Daidouji," Eriol looked up with annoyance. "Don't test my patience."
"You didn't charm them again, do you?"
So that was the reason of her hesitation.
This time, Eriol actually chuckled. "No clever man uses a same trick twice. You don't need to worry. These are safe."
She still didn't move. "I… I can put them on by myself."
His jaw hardened again in a blink of an eye. Tomoyo groaned inwardly; it had been unbeknownst to her that Eriol could have such a quick change of mood. "I hate doing things half-way, Daidouji. Right now, you are having me, the reincarnation of Clow Reed, the most powerful wizard in his age, kneeling down like an obedient servant, ready to put my guardian's shoes on you, and if you dare not let me finish what I'm intending to do… who knows what kind of things you may have to deal with tonight?"
Oh, no. Not that hoarse voice…
"Your answer?"
She was still thinking. Honestly, he wasn't making this easy.
"Four. Three. Two—"
What? A countdown?
"Alright!" Tomoyo shouted, hands up in defeat. "Okay. Fine. Just… do it."
Eriol gave her his evilest sneer. "Good girl."
A wave of electrical shock caused Tomoyo to jump slightly the moment his hand touched her right ankle. She went off-balance and nearly fell backwards if it wasn't for his sharp reflex by grabbing her hips and steadying her posture. Grunted displeasingly, Eriol placed both of her palms on his shoulder, applying a squeeze to emphasize his command.
"Hold there."
It was the longest three minutes in her life. The torment from his hot breath fanning her legs got worse with his soft hair tickling her thighs. When he finally stood straight again, Tomoyo heaved a long sigh. She couldn't imagine how relieving it was, knowing the mischievous mage actually kept his words and didn't do anything other than helping her feet slip into Nakuru's boots.
"Let's go."
Dumbfounded, Tomoyo looked at his broad back, watching it become farther and farther as he walked away.
"W-wait!" She called out. "Hiiragizawa!"
Damn that guy was fast.
The front door snapped shut once Tomoyo was out. The same thing happened when she passed the main gate, still trying desperately to catch up with Eriol. It was quite illogical how he was oh-so-casually strolling whilst she was running and he still outdid her several steps ahead. Ridiculous.
"What are you doing?"
"Why are you always asking the obvious?" He twisted the question. "I'm going with you."
"I thought you have an appointment with Akizuki-san. Don't you?"
He raked a hand through his soft bangs. "Last-minute cancellation. She will know what to do even though I am not around."
"Is it really okay?"
"You are more worrisome than Ruby Moon. Stop pestering."
His sneer made her startled. She drifted her gaze down to the ground, mumbling apologetically. "I'm sorry."
They wordlessly walked side by side for awhile, yet it didn't take much time until Tomoyo got uncomfortable with the rigid atmosphere. Moreover, the looks she was receiving from those people they passed by began to rub her up the wrong way. It was as though every head was turning to their direction. It irritated her more when those stares were followed by whispers and giggles, and despite of being unable to clearly hear what they are talking about, Tomoyo someway felt that she must be the topic. Her and Eriol, exactly.
"Uhm, Hiiragizawa…"
"Yes, they are gossiping us, if it's what you want to know." He said in a low voice. "My hearing is sharper than any normal person, if that answers your next wondering. The same thing goes for the rest of my senses."
"But, why are they talking about us?"
"Unfamiliar faces attract attention." Eriol told her flatly. "Here in Tomoeda, my face is barely known and everything about you had been deleted from their memories. Their reaction is only natural."
Tomoyo was unconvinced. "Don't they know it's rude to stare like that? I guess there must be another cause."
Chuckling, Eriol grabbed her arm, pulling her small figure a little closer. "Well, well. I wanted of keeping this from you at first… however, if you wish to know, let me tell you a good thing. All of them are thinking what a good couple we are making."
He got her flabbergasted.
"Huh?"
But his iron grip was gone as quick as it seized her. "It's here."
They had arrived at the street market. Tomoyo pulled out her shopping list, scanned over it and looked at the numerous shops at both sides of the street. She decided for vegetables first.
"What are you going to make?" asked Eriol nonchalantly, content watching her selecting fresh tomatoes and bell peppers.
She smiled sweetly at the ripe tomato she was weighing in one palm. "Italian cuisine. It's the kind that I'm best at, after all. Yes, Madam?" Politely, she turned towards the shopkeeper, a middle-aged woman whose eyes were fixed on Tomoyo and Eriol, grinning widely. "Is there anything…?"
Been caught staring, the shopkeeper blushed slightly. "Ah, no. Nothing, really. Um, I'm just wondering… well, I've been living here since I was a kid and have never seen your face around… are you newcomers?"
Not knowing what to respond, Tomoyo nodded affirmatively.
"Oh, welcome in Tomoeda, then." The shopkeeper smiled. "This city is relatively small, yet so nice to live in. By the way, if I may ask…" she glanced at Eriol who was standing oh-so-handsomely behind Tomoyo, "are you two… newlyweds?"
A moment of silence.
"Excuse me?"
Completely puzzled, Tomoyo gaped like a fish. It was the feeling of a warm arm around her shoulders that snapped her from spacing out. Eriol had stepped forward, planning on taking over the conversations.
"Yes." His word was firm, and the way he tightened his hold told her that she wasn't allowed speak. "We've been staying for awhile in a manor five blocks away from here, but rarely walking around the neighborhood like this."
"Oh, that big, Western-styled manor?" The shopkeeper was rather amazed. She kept talking as her hands were busy packing all the vegetables Tomoyo had bought. "You must be pretty rich, then. How admirable! Being young, rich and handsome, and married to such a beautiful lady! Oh my, I'm turning green with envy."
"Thank you very much. It's nothing to praise, honestly."
A polite smile.
Tomoyo snorted inwardly. She was going to confront him about this stuff later.
"Your belongings, young lady." The shopkeeper handed her two medium-sized plastic bags. "It's nine hundreds and seventy-five yens in total."
Nodding, Eriol paid for the veggies, took the bags from Tomoyo and held her hand as he led her out of the shop. The shopkeeper followed them to the entrance and bowed. "Please come again next time."
"Don't you dare let go of my hand." He whispered so it was only her who could hear. They were now entering another shop, and various kinds of flours and pasta were on display. They still had several things to get before heading home.
Tomoyo looked up to meet his eyes, her gaze challenging. "But you dare to let them think I'm married to you. That's unfair."
"Really?"
"You're the worst."
"I'm protecting you, you know."
Tomoyo burst out a low, sarcastic chuckle. "Don't kid me, Hiiragizawa."
"Listen well, Daidouji, because I'll only tell you this once." Eriol dipped his head down until they were at the same eye level, his expression was dead serious. "What do you assume people will think of you, for living under the same roof with a man that you don't have any relation with? To them, you are a stranger. Never forget that."
She gulped. No way she would let his intimidating voice got her again. "Akizuki-san is also living with you."
"She's pretending to be my cousin."
"Then, why can't I be your cousin as well? Why did you have to say I was married to you?"
A dissatisfied glare.
Eriol shrugged nonchalantly. "That will be hard."
"Why?"
"Because—" the tip of his nose rubbed against her smooth cheek, "—there's a possibility that I can't hold the urge to do something like this despite of us in public. Sometimes I just can't handle your smell. It's torturous for me and you knew it already." He smiled in triumph when he felt her shiver. "Cousins don't do those kind of things."
Tomoyo tore herself away, scowling. "Will you please stop that? Someone might—"
Her sentence was left unfinished.
All because a certain figure standing several feet away from their location.
"Yuuki-kun…?"
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to be continued.
