NOW it's the moments we all have been waiting for. This was what was so hard to write. xDDDD
|Kouta|
The moment I realized that the four of them going out on a date meant that I would be left with Satoshi, I went straight to my room. I pulled a sword at random from its place on the wall and began to clean and polish it. I had it planned out that after I finished polishing this sword, I would meditate until Miyako got home. A slightly annoying thought pointed out that what I was doing bluntly qualified as running. I shoved the thought away. I didn't run. I avoided potentially disastrous situations by using my better judgment. And every sane thought I had screamed that this situation was fraught with danger. Of course, the not-so-sane thoughts had other things to say…. Things that were positively crazy and dismissed forcefully. Of course, the feeling of his lips on mine wasn't as easy to will away…
|Satoshi|
It wasn't like I didn't know she had been avoiding me; I happily let her. I still didn't know what to do about what happened… I didn't even know why it happened! I liked to tell myself it had been a spur of the moment mistake, or some twisted experiment my subconscious had come up with without telling me. But, of course, deep down I knew that was all crap. I clearly remembered the sharp need for her, building up to the point where I couldn't think. The frightening rightness of her mouth against mine… I shook my head, and raked my hands through my hair for what had to have been the hundredth time in the last half hour. I would go bald if I didn't watch it. Sighing, I stood and paced around my room. I was all too acutely aware of how alone Kouta and I were, with the others gone on their date. That fact had kept me brooding and pacing in turns since the front door closed. I just didn't know what to do!!!
With a groan, I sat down again. Calm down, Satoshi, I ordered myself, think it through. I lied down on my bed, my unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling. What are your options? I thought about it. One, sit here until the others get back, and let this awkwardness last for who knows how long. I didn't like that so much. Ok, Two: just try and talk to her. Maybe, if I can come up with a good enough excuse for why I kissed her, we could go back to normal. That sounded more promising, as long as I don't blow it.
Gathering the last of my nerve, I got up from my bed and walked to the door.
|Kouta|
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I had already polished the sword. And all of my daggers. And my kunai, and shirikan. There wasn't a spot of dust in the room, and all the weapons that were on the walls were hanging perfectly straight. I had tried meditation. Utter failure was putting it mildly. If I kept pacing, there wouldn't be any carpet left. As a last resort, I went to the trunk that sat at the end of my bed. The lock, as well as its twin on Miyako's trunk at the foot of the other bed, was a piece of Hikari artwork. They only opened in the presence of their owner. Leaning down, I breathed the word "open" to the lock. With a soft click, it slid open, falling into my hand. I softly kissed the lock, before setting on the floor beside me. It wasn't a powerful work, no other form besides a lock, but my parent's had taught me that all artwork have souls, and should be treated as such. Opening the trunk, I ignored the majority of the thing in its interior. Some more valuable weapons, some old keepsakes from my old life, a battered and partially torn family picture; they were my most prized possessions. But I wasn't looking for them this time. I push my nail into an almost-invisible indentation in the lid of the trunk, and gave it a firm but gentle tug. The secret compartment opened smoothly. Inside was a traditional Japanese hair comb. Polished black wood gleamed, though a few small cracks and scuff made the piece look well-loved. On it was a carved navy blue rose, accented with deep green leaves carved into the handle of the comb. Other than my sister, this was probably the thing I cared about the most in this world. It was the only thing I had that was my mothers. If anything could get my mind off all the crazy things that had been happening and the boy mere rooms away, it would be this.
I walked over to the mirror, letting the trunk's lid fall closed, playing with the rose comb in my hands. It had been a while since I took it out; my fingers were roaming over its surface, trying to draw out all the memories of my mother they could. Slowly, I held the comb up and push some of my hair back with it…
My hand fell, pulling the comb with it as I heard the soft knock of fist-to-wood on my door. I held the comb behind my back as I turned to face the door. "Come in." I had meant for my voice to be steady. I wasn't sure if that's how it came out.
The moment Satoshi came through the door, my heart did a swan dive. There was something in his eyes… I didn't know whether to be afraid of it, or dive right in. He closed the door with one hand and stood in front of it, staring at his shoes. It sounded like he cleared his throat, and then spoke, "Kouta, we need to talk."
Pulling strength from deep down, I put on my blankest face. I just hoped my eyes were as calm as I tried to appear. "About?" I asked. My voice sounded normal. Hopefully.
He shifted his weight for a moment, fidgeting, then looked up at me. His face seemed composed as well. I almost smiled at the irony, until I wondered what he was hiding behind that mask. "Us." He said simply.
"I thought we were fine." I said, the words burning on their way out. We were fine the way the Titanic was fine after it hit that iceberg.
Satoshi actually snorted, without humor. "You really think this is fine?" He asked, motioning to the good couple meters between us.
I took a few steps forward, much against my better judgment. I had felt much safer with the distance between us. He stared at me for a moment of heavy silence, the asked, "Do you want me to apologize?"
That threw me. Of all of the things I had wanted him to say, 'sorry' was somehow never one of them. "No." I said bluntly. I wanted answers; 'sorry' didn't give me any.
He looked a little thrown by my answer, which made feel a little better, until he spoke again, "Then what do you want?"
God!! How am I supposed to know that? I spoke truly, the thing that was at the front of my mind, "I want you to stop being so confusing!" Satoshi stared at me, his sapphire blue gaze meeting my darker one in a very unnerving way. This had crossed the line of 'uncomfortable' a few hundred kilometers back.
Becoming fidgety under his gaze –there was definitely something wrong with me – I reached up to brush my hair back. I had knocked it in my face when I had pulled the comb out. Of course, I had forgotten I still had the comb in my hand.
Satoshi's eyes zeroed in on the rose comb. "That's beautiful. Is it yours?" He asked. I let the hand with it fall to my side.
I forced the words out, "It was my mother's." I said, making sure my face was an unreadable mask. Which, of course, he read with absolutely no trouble. A looked of concern flashed across his face, but stayed in his eyes. He took a step forward, closing the distance between us. Which, I will tell you, I was not very happy about. Or that's what my mind said… if it could be heard over my pounding heart.
"I'm sorry." He said, his voice kind. Carefully, he reached down at pulled the rose comb from my hand. It was all I could do to just let it go; my arm was still buzzing from the touch of his hand. Which really irked me, somewhere in the back of my head.
With the same slow movements, he brush back my hair and pushed my mother's comb into place. The look in his eyes made my heart jump from where it had been sitting in the pit of my stomach to my throat. "It looks beautiful." He said again. But the words sounded completely different now. I must be going crazy.
The breathy voice that came out of my mouth didn't sound like me at all. "Please… please don't say things like that." I said, taking a step back, then another. I pulled the comb out of my hair, letting it fall down around my face. Keeping my eyes down, I carefully set it on the end of Miyako's bed. The black wood stood out against the white comforter; it'd have to remember to put it back later.
My gaze shot up as I heard a low curse. Satoshi crossed the space between us in a single stride. The look in his eyes made me gasp, but it was cut short. The next thing I knew, his lips were crushed to mine, his hands on my shoulders. I felt my eyes open wide, but because of some unknown force, I couldn't fight pulled them down. My arms were limp at my side; I couldn't do anything except feel. Or so I thought. But then I felt my mouth moving against his, almost instinctively and far beyond my control.
When I felt his teeth softly bite my bottom lip, I gasped, trying to draw in air that suddenly didn't seem to exist. His tongue found the opening and slid between my lips. I moaned and felt my knees turn to jelly.
The hand that was suddenly pressed against my back served two purposes: To hold me up, and to pull me closer to Satoshi. Neither of which I really minded. Not anymore. My head was full of a happy buzzing and his scent, my stomach twisted with knots and filled with spastic butterflies. Somewhere, a voice was screaming at me to get the heck out of here… but that voice was drowned out by the wave of heat that was flowing through all of my veins. I felt dizzy to the extreme, I probably didn't know what way was up. Not that I really cared.
Finally, I realized that my lungs were screaming in agony. Pulling back with all the strength I could muster, I gasped for air. Without skipping a beat, Satoshi moved his lips to the point where my shoulder met my neck. My head fell back with a groan as he nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth. "Satoshi…" his name came out with a soft breath of air. I had been calling him by his name in my head for a while, but this was the first time I had said it aloud without a suffix. Of course, as soon as the thought formed, it was brushed away as Satoshi placed kisses up and down my neck and across my shoulder. I finally decided that breathing wasn't really that important, and found his lips again with mine.
He was more forceful now; I could almost taste the passion rampant on his tongue. I had been kissed before; kisses were bribes that were always on hand. But this… This was different. Every nerve in my body was screaming.
All thought had been abandoned. All that was registered was his touch, the way his mouth felt on mine. So I was surprised when my hand found its way around him, almost on its own, and found the warm flesh under his shirt. Satoshi sucked in a quick breath, and then twisted his free hand into my hair, cradling my head. My other hand found his hair. My sole clear thought in what had seemed like hours was how soft his hair was.
Some sane part of my brain got a hold of my legs and forced me to take a step back, but Satoshi followed. I took another and hit something hard. And was suddenly on my back. On my bed. With Satoshi on top of me. He kissed me again and I automatically parted my lips so that he wouldn't have to nip me again. I was no longer aware of my surroundings. The softness of the bed. The slight chill in the air. One word filled any thought I had. Satoshi. His hands. His lips. His scent. His taste. His bare chest against my arms. Wait. When did he lose his shirt…? The thought was cut short by another nip on that sensitive spot somewhere along my collar bone. It earned a ragged intake of breath from me.
Somewhere… sometime…I lost the baggy shirt I was pretty sure I was wearing. Luckily for my sanity, I was wearing my form-fitting tank I wear when trained underneath. For being so skinny, Satoshi was definitely… more muscular than I had first thought. Of course, this meant my hands were exploring his chest, while his hands seemed intent on touching every strand of my hair. I briefly mused over the fact that I normally hate people touching my hair. I was seriously going to have to rethink that policy.
Not a bit of sense was left in me until I rolled Satoshi off of me, successfully getting me on top. It wasn't until I was straddling Satoshi, pinning his arms above his head, did it even occur to me what would happen if the others got home and Miyako found us like this. I broke the kiss I had just pressed to his lips and some how managed to speak. "Sa- Satoshi. … Miyako… what will she think if she and the others come home and find us… like this? Do you think – I don't know – we should move to your room? "
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he actually considered just saying 'screw it' and staying here, in case - during the short distance from my room to his - either of us lost our courage and backed out. But he said "I think that might just be a good idea, Kouta." It gave me chills to hear him say my name. "But first, you'll have to get off of me…"
I felt a violent blush creep up my cheeks. Satoshi smiled and reached up and kissed both of my strawberry-colored cheeks, causing them to darken even more.
(Tsuki: Yes. This is a time skip due to the fact the authors are probably younger than you think us to be, and live by a strict moral code that does not allow them to write exactly what happens next. Also, they just weren't in the romancy mood anymore. xDDDD)
I must have fallen asleep, because the next time I opened my eyes, I was looking at Kari's shocked face as she stood in the doorway to Satoshi's room. The lazy thought They must have gotten back from their date, drifted across my brain, before I realized exactly how busted we were. Kari continued to stare at us. It looked like she was trying to say something; her mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out.
I heard Satoshi sigh and sit up next to me. "I guess now's the time we would say 'It's not what it looks like'?"
I turned to him, not able to suppress a small wry smile. "But, Satoshi, it is exactly what it looks like." With another sigh, he nodded, and swung his legs around so he could get off the bed.
"I guess we should go down and explain." Satoshi said, walking over to his dresser. As I climbed off the bed, he tossed a shirt to me. I looked down… and remembered I was only wearing my tight tank-top. Slipping Satoshi's shirt over my head, I pulled my head through to see him pull another shirt over his bare chest. With that done, we walked to the door, where Kari was still standing.
I looked at Kari. "Will you tell everyone to meet us in the living room?"
|Overseer|
After a few minutes, everyone was gathered in the living room. Dark was beside himself, both with the fact that Commander Hiwatari actually had a girlfriend, and all the teasing opportunities this would provide. He didn't quite understand why they had to formally explain in front of everyone, but he guessed that was just the kind of people they were. His arm was around Miyako, who was the appropriate mixture of happy and concerned. She was, of course, happy that her usually cold and closed-off sister had found someone. But this was also very unlike her sister. Miyako also had a prickling feeling on the back of her neck.
Krad just looked bored. He really didn't care whether Master Satoshi found someone to tumble around with or not. But he was there in any case, to be there for Kari. She was pretty much over the shock, and wasn't all that confused anymore. She should have known, after leaving the two of them alone, with the way her brother had been looking at Kouta lately. But Satoshi and Kouta were so… strictly controlled. She would have thought it would have taken them a little longer, at least, to realize how they felt.
When Satoshi and Kouta walked into the living room, Kouta spared a glare for Dark – who had his arm around her sister – before putting back on her impassive mask. She tried not to look at her sister… she had to say it out loud before she could let herself look at her sister's reaction. Instead, she looked out the window over Miyako's shoulder. Kouta opened her mouth to say something, but then the wind blew.
Now, something as trivial and common as the wind blowing wouldn't be important on normal circumstances, except that this wind happened to be the wind that blew the last of the clouds out from in front of the moon. The Full Moon. The Blue Moon. All throughout the evening, it had been overcast, clouds always hovering in front of the moon, so Miyako had not felt anything except an odd prickling on the back of her neck during her date.
But now, the Blue Moon finally came out, and it's light shown right through the window and into Kouta's eyes. Instantaneously, her eyes shed their usual black coloring and began to glow vivid cobalt. All the muscles in her body froze, locking her into place as the light of the Blue Moon played across her skin, causing it to look both pale and luminescent.
Miyako fought the overpowering urge – call – to turn around, but she knew that she would get just as lost in her magic as Kouta was now. As she saw Satoshi reaching for her sister, she almost screamed "Don't touch her!!" She turned to Dark, "Don't let him touch her!!"
In an instant, Dark was beside Satoshi, holding his hands. Dark had no idea in hell what was going on, but he knew unstable magic when he saw it.
As everyone stared in horror and confusion, Kouta opened her mouth. The voice that came out was hers, and then not. It was both higher and lower, and echoed from dimensions so empty that only the brave dare dream of in their worst nightmares.
'Your sister, she calls for you
Yet she is just fine.
Turns out, she's just the bait.
You, you're running out of time,
And all you can do is wait…
Unknowingly nearing the end,
In bed, with your true weakness,
you lie.
The Hikari will be your demise.
At your funeral, there will be no mourners left to cry…
Very soon, you shall fall.
Your death being truly in vain
Close behind, the others will follow you,
Down the path to the underworld.
On a night where the rain falls and your sister calls…'
Everyone flinched, though only Miyako knew it was from the truth that always accompanied her sister's prophecies…
IMPORTANT NOTE: Once again, they did NOT have sex. They both are still virgins and they will stay that way for a while, and I will NOTE write details. xDDDD It was just light joking between my Co-author and myself. xD All Satoshi and Kouta did was heavy making out. xDDDD