Hello again, Black Falcon 01 is back with yet another chapter, as you readers know... most chapters have been focused mostly on Charlotte's sleepover, please note that I wanted to get as much antics of comedy and drama in at the same time. That, and along with the fact that all guys want to be involved in a night filled with females. Well... some do, because there are some exceptions! Anyhow, this chapter is the climax of the sleepover, so all readers can get a good laugh at what mischievous fate lays in store for our heroic Ichika. So anyway, don't become burdened with the red tape introductions, and just read and enjoy.
P.S: Did you readers know that the youngest Soldier in world war one was a Yugoslavian boy named Momcilo Gavric aged only 8!?
- You can read about that boy on the internet -
Taming Kestrel Chapter 38:
What can be said about the IS academy right now? Crazy is just an understatement of how insane the moment is in the IS academy right now. Charlotte has caused an uproar umongst nearly a full and total one quarter of nearly all girls in IS academy. Ichika is at this moment bound tightly, unable to move his arms and legs, although he is able to speak none of the girls that are in the bedroom with him seem to pay little or no attention to his pleas. Aswell as the mischief that an absent Charlotte has caused, the now popular Israeli child known as Kestrel is also became involved with the schoolgirl's antics.
Even though the IS schoolgirls have intended to get Kestrel involved in the same perdicament as Ichika, the hopes have been dashed as the long black haired youngster has escaped the girl's clutches with the dark blue haired beauty Tomoe. Even though Charlotte, Laura and a large quality of girls have given chase after the long black haired youngster, no joy has been acheived in catching the fleeing child and his loving well endowned female friend.
Despite that Kestrel is not caught and remains at large somewhere in the academy with a large quality of scantaly dressed schoolgirls on his tail, the fun with Ichika is nowhere near over. The fact being proven as the beautiful British blonde Cecilia along with the equaly beautiful girls Shizune and Kiyoka grab ahold of Ichika with some help of some equaly beautiful females, lift the Japanese male off the floor and carry him sideways under the arms out of Charlotte's bedroom and towards some unknown destination.
For Ichika, the moment is a real heart in the mouth. In the past half an hour, the Japanse male has had eye blue eye shadow painted on his eye lids, his finger nails varnished with a rose red paint. While pinned and restrained by the girls, Ichika has also fallen victim to having his toe nails painted and having girls snap away dozens of photographs of him, some video footage has been captured. For the girls present at this wild and crazy moment, it is litteraly the time of their lives.
Some girls that take photos are clearly girlish and giggly, many girls that are not armed with cameras simply clap and instead fuel the fires of chaos and mischief. Sure, the old song and saying is true, 'Girls just want to have fun', but in a case like this, the girls that are getting a lot of entertainment from Ichika are like a bunch of gored and hungered animals tearing a massive chunk of monster meat to pieces.
Many girls hop up and down, clapping wildly and squealing, most females at the IS academy like to pride themselves in being adult and mature, but deep down there is no escapeing the true fact that although many females here are young adults, most will never escape their feminie, bouncy and loving sides.
As Ichika is carried out of Charlotte's bedroom, the girls all have excited faces. Any females that are not holding onto the Japanese male are either in front or behind the 7 or so girls that clutch tightly onto Ichika and carry him sideways towards an uncertain destination.
Though Ichika is tightly bound, it does not stop him from shouting or struggling, even though his mouth is free to open and close, any words he shouts seems not to get out to Cecilia or any of the other girls. However, as Ichika is carried to god knows where, the said Japanese male leans his head to look up and ahead of him, he catches the sight of something that he could consider a miracle. A bedroom door opens, and in the door way stands a very tired and confused Houki.
Houki instantly looks to her side and down the corridor and sees a sight that makes her eyes widen and stare in surprise. For Ichika, the sight is like a saint from heaven, the said Japanese male thrashes and yells in distress at the top of his lungs. "No! HOUKI! HOUKI! Help me! Stop these crazy girls! Do something!".
As this is happening Cecilia and the girls that confidently carry Ichika down the corridor simply maintain smug or excited smiles and happy faces. Many of the girls that walk past the very confused Houki, have half closed eyes, portraying mischievous faces.
The sight and sound of what is happening caused the Japanese female to blink and remain silent, as Ichika is carried past the stunned and surprised Japanese female, the desperate and terrified Ichika lets out a very scared and desperate yell - "NNOOOOOO!".
Ichika tries everything in his strength to break the girls surprisingly powerful and strong grips, but everytime he feels like he is about to snap the girl's god like holds, he is sent back to square one as he feels the girls grips tighten and intensify. Its as if Ichika is a wild boar or unfortunate animal being squeezed and crushed by a giant Boa constrictor.
His heart is beating and now cold sweat streams down his face, any words the girls are saying seem to go through one ear and out the other, Ichika is so badly nerve stricken that he can't even understand sounds anymore, ironcaly, he the only rational feeling he can make out at a time like this is non other than understandment and respect.
Its at times like this that Ichika can definatley understand what Kestrel goes through whenever the child is suffering his turns. As Ichika rolls his eyes and tries to gain some rational feeling back in his system, he feels himself and his carriers make a sudden turn to the right and into a beautiful smelling bedroom, as he is carried into the brightly lit room, Ichika's ears catch the sounds of multipule girls voices. Some voices he knows, others he doesn't but now isn't the time to think of that, all that the Japanese male wants at a time like this is for the girl's mischief to come to an end.
- 10 minutes later -
Down a brightly lit corridor with rich brown mahogany painted doors alining both sides of a pure white wall, walks the childhood and five star popular friend of Ichika. The name of which you readers and fanfic lovers know all to well, - Houki.
Since she saw Ichika being carried sideways like some well earned trophy or furnising and off to some unknown location, the Japanese female has been not only curious but concern. Concerned as to what is happening to her childhood friend but also because of what could happen on a night like this. The curiousness is due as to what has caused such a sight and as to how important the occasion is. Despite the fact that the Japanese female had tried to ask other girls as to what is that is going on, the only thing that she was able to get out of any of the asked females is two differant answers. One being the famous "I don't know" and the other answer being the more confusing "Ichika is being given a make over!".
Everything is very, very confusing for the said Japanese girl, in the past half hour or so the Japanese girl has been hearing sounds of running, shouting, door banging and laughter, and if any person is to say that isn't suspicous then that person needs to get their head examined!
Needless to say, the Japanese girl was doing nothing but following the sounds of girlish laughter and shouting, every so often the Japanese girl would hear Ichika's voice shouting out in a very desperate manner. Though Houki dosen't need to realy look for Ichika's location, as a large number of girls standing and shoving each other around give away the location. Though the gathering is very chaotic, most girls that have gathered waste no time and allow space for Houki to pass and look at what is happening.
At times like this the said Japanese girl is happy that she is so heavily idolised. Many girls that see Houki smile widely and bow, soon timidly walking backwards and letting out loving giggles or fangirl like motions of love towards the Japanese female.
Houki does acknowledge the girls that move aside by smiling warmly and bowing back in return, but her calm and happy facial image is cut short when she suddenly hears Ichika's desperate voice shouting out in a near damnation towards the females that have carried him off into some random girl's bedroom. Houki and so many other females stand straight and blink with pure straight faces upon hearing Ichika shout in a voice that is panic layden and desperate.
"You won't get away with it you hear!?"
Houki blinks and remains silent, she frowns for a brief moment, listening intently at what is happening amounst the barricade of pyjama dressed females that blocks Houki's path into an unknown female's bedroom. Houki listens intently, she is litteraly all ears and hell bent on trying to find out what is happening a mere few feet away from her. The sound of Ichika's fearful voice comes again.
"You won't get away with it!"
From outside Houki stands straight, at loss for words. The said female turns her head left to right, trying to see if any of the schoolgirls have any proper answers as to what is happening. In an ironic wist of fate, the beauties to her left and right are also doing the same, the hammer of irony hits Houki in the face. Clearly most girls haven't a clue what is happening either, except for those whom are in the bedroom, that is clearly blocked and barred. The cramped space is also starting form up again as more and more females are gathering, all with curious and straight faces, wanting to know what is happening before them.
- Meanwhile -
Inside the bedroom Ichika's situation is personaly desperate, the Japanese male is heavily restrained to a large matress bed. The main form of restraint is leather belts, cloths, towels and any other form of makeshift rope. The bed covers are pulled up and over the Japanese male, the only form of his body expossed to the open is his head. Though Ichika's body can't be seen, the shape of his thin body can be seen under the pure, white sheets that drape over the frightened Japanese male.
Ichika is layed flat on his back, his head rests on a single seperate pillow. As the Japanese male turns and rolls his head from side to side, the said male uses every last ounce of strength in his body in a vain but valiant attempt to free himself. With exhaustion beginning to fill his body from head to foot, Ichika has no option at this point but to rely on his mouth and pray that words will do something to quel the girl's mischief. As Ichika rolls his head from left to right, the Japanese male's vision does not fail in catching the sight of many differant female faces smiling and grinning at him.
The Japanese male is surrounded, he feels as if he is like a large dead animal, about to be pounced on by a pack of starving Wolves. Many girls continue to chatter, point, snap or film away as all this is happening. Some are chattering, some are whispering, many words can't be picked up by the scarred Ichika's ears. Any words the girls are speaking seem to go in one ear and out of the other. The girls that carried Ichika into the bedroom are now gathered in a corner, Cecilia, Shizune and Kiyoka being the ring leaders, all of which send the occasional point at Ichika, smile and titter in anticipation.
Then, to Ichika's utter surprise, a sight occurs that makes him sweat beads, his heart seems to stop, his breathing stops. The girls in the room lower their cameras and take as many steps back as possible. Allowing some form of space to appear for the tittering Cecilia, Shizune and Kiyoka. Four other females that helped carry Ichika into the bedroom stand confident with cheeky looking smiles, their chests are puffed forward, showing the pride and confidence. Ichika whom turns his head to the left, feels his blood freeze up, a terrible chill runs up his spine, he feels like he is on the verge of death. Swallowing a wet, slimy gulp, Ichika closes his eyes tight and shakes his head violently, he wants to wake up and be back in his bedroom, but as we all know... all that is in vain.
Ichika takes in a deep breath, his hearing returns, and in loud, clear and deep voice speaks out in fear stricken tone "What are you girls doing!?, I want to know what you girls are planning! Answer me!".
Although Ichika is speaking in a very desperate and serious tone, none of the words he speaks seem to be getting through to Cecilia, Kiyoka and the other females. The four females that helped carry Ichika into the bedroom are the first to arrive and surround the Japanese male. Two of the females have long black hair that goes reaches the back of the shoulders, one has long brunette hair that runs slightly longer below the shoulders, the fourth and final girl has long blonde hair that runs past the shoulders and towards the waist, with a thick blonde bun at the top of the head, a glistening hair clip with a pink cat is set on top of the hair clip.
Each of the four females look down at Ichika with half closed eyes and devious smiles, the smiles that the girls are firing him send ice cold chills throughout Ichika's body, the said Japanese male's nerves react instantly as if a bolt of lightning has struck him from head to foot.
Ichika's eyes widen, the sounds of girlish chatter and giggling stops, silence fills the entire bedroom. The only sounds being the sounds of clicks and electronic flashes from cameras and a few girlish titters. Then footsteps are heard approaching Ichika, the footsteps belong to non other than the popular and well loved Shizune, Kiyoka and Cecilia.
Ichika rolls his head from left to right, he wants to scream at the top of his lungs, tear open his restraints and run like hell to safety, but nothing is working in his favor. Ichika can do nothing except close his eyes and hope that when he opens them, everything will be gone.
As he shuts his eyes in desperation, the sounds of bags russtling and the clutter of objects on the bed makes Ichika's heart beat all the more rapidly. As Ichika opens his eyes, he finds Cecilia,
Shizune, Kiyoka and the four remaining females are hovering over the Japanese male. Not a blink comes from the females, a moment passes as Ichika turns his head to look at the four girls on his right, then back to the left to look at Cecilia, Shizune and Kiyoka.
The females do not say a word, but instead look at Ichika with smug and confident faces. Ichika blinks rapidly for a few seconds and summons as much air and strength in his system to speak clearly yet again, this time Ichika speaks in feared, yet calm tone, he hopes that some rational and calmness may help the girls suddenly have a change of heart.
"Alright girls you've had you're fun, I'll make a bargin with you... Let me go, and I'll say nothing about whats happened here tonight... thats fair isn't it!?"
Though Ichika has a pleasant but nervous smile upon speaking, nerves and fear continue to lace his voice. To make matters worse, it seems all his words have done has just added more fuel to the fire, the fact being proven as Cecilia and the girls all turn their heads away from Ichika and look at each other with their smug smiles. To Ichika this is very, very bad news and causes the said Japanese male to speak yet again in a fear stricken tone.
"Answer me! D'you hear!? ANSWER ME!"
Cecilia blinks, looks the two black haired females in the face across from her and gives a single, confindent nod. The two black haired girls then lean forward and begin to rumage through a large collection of bottles, brushes and make up. The sight causes Ichika to blink... gulp, and speak rapidly again in a very fearful manner.
"What are you doing!?".
There is no response from Cecilia or the other girls, instead all that happens. The black haired girls that arm themselves with make up, calmly walk over to Ichika, making the Japanese male yelp in fear. The Brunette female arms herself with face brushes and a large, black hairbrush, and calmly joins the black haired females that stand directly beside the Japanese male's head. Ichika does not hesitiate and instead speaks in a calm tone, still hopeful that the girls will use the power of rational thought and end their mischeivous antics for tonight.
"Alright... you've had your fun... let me go!... Answer me!" - Ichika calls out in a nerve stricken manner, practacly yelping in fear at the last two words of his sentance.
As Shizune and Kiyoka unscrew the tops off some bottles with warm and excited smiles, Ichika yelps out again, hopeing that the girls will finaly stop their antics and release Ichika from this terrible form of torture.
"DO YOU HEAR!? ANSWER ME!" - Ichika nearly screams in terror.
The girls still do not respond, and instead begin to gather around the presented Japanese male. The smells of perfume, hair wash, body soap and conditioner fill the Japanese male's nose, the sounds of tittering and girlish excitement fill his ears. Many of the girls that make the mass hordes in the crowded bedroom lower their cameras and prepare to savor a pure well remembered moment, each and every girl has a slightly open mouth, smiling and stareing in joy at the sight.
Many of the girls that are here in the bedroom have never experianced such a moment, many have never thought such a moment would even be possible. For Ichika the moment is the worst nightmare he has ever experianced and the ressults will be the same either way he looks at it... come morning time, he will be the talk of the entire academy, his humiliation will last for months and he'll never hear the end of it from Chifuyu and the other teachers.
"NO! You wouldn't dare!" - Ichika speaks in a tone that is not only laced with fear, but is also a tone that has a hint of challenge.
Sadly, as much and as common as it is to use that phrase, it is one of the oldest tricks or phrases in the book, and modern psychology always gives the reverse effect, forcing the guilty members to go ahead and do what ever it is they want to do against the victim, and that is exactaly what Cecilia and the girls do.
The fact being proven as each and every female lifts up a single product each in either a single, or both hands. As the girls stand firm and straight, confidently showing their slender figures, Ichika speaks again in a nervous, yet calmer tone... "Okay, now... lets just... lets be reasonable about this!".
Although Ichika stutters slightly during his desperate plea, his words finaly seem to have some effect on the females that look down upon him as if he's a fresh baked cake. To Ichika's happy and overjoyed relief, the girls cease looking down at him and instead cast neutral looks at each other. Ichika instantly sees his chance, and chooses to continue speaking normaly, obviously panicking is doing him no justice.
"Alright girls, common... you've had you're little joke, we've all had a bit of fun, now let me go and we'll forget about the whole thing, okay?" - Ichika speaks in calm, rational tone, a warm and traditionaly friendly smile is on his scarred face. His heart seems to ease up and his sweat slows down as he looks up to see a very happy faced Cecilia lean down to look deeply into Ichika's eyes.
The British blonde seems very happy, so its wise in a case like this to go along and be as diplomatic as possible with her, even though Cecilia's happy face is not much of a promise to Ichika, it is definatley better than nothing. As Cecilia looks down and smiles lovingly into Ichika's eyes, the British blonde asks a question in a warm, pleasant and cheerful tone.
"So you'll stop screaming, lay still and let us have the funnest night in our lives will you?"
As Ichika hears Cecilia's demands, the Japanese male's mouth reacts without him thinking, and causes him to reply a message that causes Cecilia and the other girls to frown. - "I didn't say that, I said I would forget about what you've all done tonight".
As Ichika finishes speaking, the reality hits him in the face like an American baseball bat. The frowning Cecilia, Shizune and Kiyoka straighten themselves up and send inquisitive looks over to the four females on Ichika's right and remain silent. Ichika's nerves intensify back to their panicked state and cause him to gulp yet again.
He rolls his head to the right and sees the four females on his right suddenly smirk, close their eyes and shake their heads. Ichika begins to tremble badly and looses his ability to speak, the said Japanese male now regrets challenging Cecilia and the girls to go along with their mischief. ( "If only I had kept my mouth shut back in Char's room!" ) - Ichika thinks stressfuly to himself.
Casting smug and confident looks to each other once again, Cecilia, Shizune and Kiyoka turn their heads to look at the mass numbers of girls in the bedroom, silence seems to hold in the air for a near eternity before Kiyoka puts on the most cheerful and sweet voice she can muster, "I think we should go along and give Ichika his make over, what do say ladies!?".
Upon hearing Kiyoka's question, nearly every girl in the room bursts into an ear piercing uproar of cheers, some girls jump up and down, other girls wave their arms above their heads. Other's raise their arms in a slightly upward position before swinging them back and forth with index fingers pointed in Ichika's direction. One such girl with long green hair closes her eyes and has a beeming smile on her face, the said female chirps in a very happy manner "Give Orimura a make over!".
Another girl with Orange pigtails and with a thick Mexican accent points forward at Ichika and speaks in an over excited tone "Make him over, FIX' HIM! FIX' HIM!".
As the Mexican girl begins her chants whilst pointing at Ichika, another girl joins the chant, then... another and another untill the entire bedroom and corridors can be heard uttering just two words, perfectly sycranised with the sudden sounds of supporting claps. "FIX' HIM!, FIX' HIM!, FIX' HIM!, FIX' HIM!".
For Ichika, the nightmare has reached its highest point, all colour has drained from his face and now Cecilia, Shizune, Kiyoka and the remaining for females look down with eager faces. Ichika sees the hands raise holding beauty products.
Ichika closes his eyes tightly and lets out his final and desperate screams for the night "CHIFUYU GET ME OUT OF HERE! NOOO! AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!".
- Elsewhere -
Despite that the dark blue haired beauty known as Tomoe and the long black haired youngster known as Kestrel had taken a flying flee to freedom and had ran here, there and god knows where and back, the pair had by some stroke of miracle managed to shake off the mass dozens of females whom where in hot pursuit.
The pair's safe haven was non other than Tomoe's own bedroom itself, which for the moment was inhabited by just Tomoe herself, so at least the chances of any more chaos tonight has been significantly reduced. Needless to say, both Tomoe is completely exhausted, her heart is on the verge of thumping completely out of her chest.
Her legs are screaming in agony and her lungs are utterly spent of air. Gasping and breathing deeply, the said dark blue haired beauty inhales deeply, gathering as much life air as possible. Tomoe places herself firmly against the door, even though she has locked the door behind her, the said female is not about to move herself from the mahogany coloured door. The said female is in the depth of belief that somehow placeing herself as a barricade or door block, will reinforce the door against any sudden attempts of forced entry by the mass dozens of girls that can still be heard charging around and shouting in the corridor, mere inches outside and away from the trouble stricken pair.
From outside Tomoe can hear a slightly tired, yet irritated Charlotte's voice suddenly speak the words - "Did you see where they went?".
"Good work Dunois, you let them escape!" - Laura's angered and disapointed voice is heard reply.
"ME!? You're the one whom caused us to loose track of them!" - Charlotte's voice replies in a very angered state, as Tomoe listens intently at the sounds of activity outside her bedroom door, the voice of a well known and welcomed voice suddenly over laps both Charlotte and Laura's angered tones, the voice belongs to the blue haired Russian Tatenashi. - "Oh shut up you two and keep looking, com'mon... they've got to be around here some place!".
Tomoe freezes, as she hears the sounds of walking, she blinks only occasionaly and dares not to breathe or make a whisper. Tomoe prays to the gods that her heart will just shut up, its beating that hard that she is terrifiyed that someone will hear it. Her muscles tense up, and she closes her eyes for a brief moment, for a time period of over 12 minutes Tomoe remains perfectly still, not moving an inch.
Every so often she looks down and to see what Kestrel is doing, and to her relief is found just sitting on the floor calmly with his legs crossed. The child looks deep into Tomoe's eyes and tilts his head slightly to the left. Then, as quickly as it begins, the sounds fade away, leaving nothing but silence outside.
To Tomoe, relief partialy washes over her, but deep down she knows she may not be out of trouble yet. Standing straight, she looks down at the bedroom door handle, the gold gleems and sines in the bedroom light. Then, with a slow and steady hand, the dark blue haired female reaches over and grabs ahold of the handle. Her heart is still, and not a breath escapes the female's nose or mouth.
Kestrel blinks and watches silently, curious as to what is going to happen, the child watches as Tomoe slowly pulls down on the handle untill it wont go down any further. The child even hears the beautiful female ahead of him gulp nervously, the look of panic is on her face. The sounds of slight metaling clicking and squeaking escape from the door handle, making Tomoe shiver slightly, then as quick as a flash... the dark blue haired female suddenly leaps backwards slightly, opens the bedroom door at near lightning speed and in just a fraction of a second flings her entire body forward to look out and see what is behind the door.
Tomoe rapidly turns her head from left to right as she looks down the hallway, the look of relief and happiness spreads on her face, there is nobody outside. Closing her eyes and turning round and slowly closing the door, Tomoe gently places her body against the mahogany coloured door, smiling and letting out a large sigh in relief. To Tomoe the silence and absence of other people is at this very moment the most wonderful moment in her entire life.
Looking down, grinning, closing her eyes and shaking her head for a moment, Tomoe wearily reaches for the lock and clicks it shut. With her door locked, Tomoe now feels incredibaly safe and secure.
Now however, there is a problem that she has all but forgotten... Kestrel is in her room and looking around with a look of utter confusion and nerve. Tomoe sweat drops, closes her eyes and puts on a very awkward smile. The said female places both hands behind her back, and looks down at the Israeli youngster and smiles nervously.
"Heh,heh... sorry about this" - Tomoe speaks in a very sympathetic tone, causing Kestrel to blink for a moment and let out a very tiny and timid "Huh?".
Amazingly, despite the awkwardness of the situation, the dark blue haired female is not nervous or panicked about having a boy in her bedroom, even if it is a small and timid one. Moments pass and soon enough Tomoe finds herself walking calmly over to her bed. The dark blue haired female's bed is large and has purple sheets and pure white pillows. Tomoe's bedroom looks a little like Cecilia's bedroom, watch the anime or read the manga if you want to know what it looks like .
Although silence fills the entire bedroom and hardly anything happens, Tomoe knows that its been very hard on the body and mind tonight and the only thing she wants to do is get her head down for the remainder of tonight, anything concerning getting Kestrel ready for tommorrow's lesson can wait, all that Tomoe wants to do now is just lay down on the softness of her bed and fall asleep.
Even as Tomoe walks calmly over to her bed, swaying her hips and walking in a very feminine manner, the scar faced child that watches her casualy walk over to her bed is still utterly confused at what has happened tonight, everything happened so fast that the child did not get the chance to react or even assess what was happening, but at least whats happened tonight hasn't caused any bad or reverse effects on the traumitised child's already tortured mind.
Placing a hand to her mouth to cover a wide and exhausted yawn, Tomoe slowly and calmly leans forward, pealing back the covers on her bed and wasting no time in scrambling into the soft comfort that she is desperately in need of. Exhaustion catches up with Tomoe almost instantly as her head makes contact with the heavenly softness of her pillow.
However, the said girl is not exhausted enough yet... Kestrel blinks and tilts his head as Tomoe motions with her hand for the child to come over, normaly Kestrel would instantly hesitate if a strange girl was to call or wave him over, but for some reason, the child's nerves are calm... both Kestrel and Tomoe's eyes lock to each other.
The long black haired and troubled Kestrel, with his red scar still emblazoned strongly on his face looks deeply into Tomoe's eyes and for a brief moment sees and feels an emotion that the child has almost never felt before, comfort.
Taking a tiny baby step forward before pausing for a few seconds, Kestrel's ocean blue eyes do not break contact with Tomoe's own eyes. The said girl slowly leans up, using an elbow to help position herself up and with a loving and eager face, motions and mimicks with her hand as if she is trying to get a nervous puppy, kitten, dog or cat to come over to her. Tomoe smiles lovingly at the straight faced youngster and lowers her head forward slowly, before raising it back up.
Kestrel looks down for a moment, then... raising his small head back up begins to calmly walk forward to the Japanese female ahead of him. As Kestrel approaches Tomoe's bed, the said female reaches out with an extended arm, the hand palm is open. Kestrel looks at the hand for a moment, then looks back at Tomoe. Nearly ten minutes pass, and to Tomoe's relief, little Kestrel's hand slowly moves forward and makes contact with Tomoe's.
The Japanese female is overwhelmed with emotions as she lifts the long, black haired child into her bed and pulls back the covers over him. As Tomoe places an arm loving over the child and pulls Kestrel into a deep and loving embrace, the softness and warmth of the Israeli child makes Tomoe smile lovingly. Its like a replay of the snuggness she got when she was in Charlotte's bedroom mere hours earlier, only this time, the comfort is a lot more wonderful.
For little Kestrel the warmth of Tomoe and the bed combined causes the child's nerves to soothe, the beautfil smell of Tomoe's perfume and softness of her body causes Kestrel to smile in a slightly sad way. Thankfuly, Tomoe is aware that Kestrel could be suffering emotional problems at a time like this and places a soft thigh over the child, entwining her limbs with his own and snuggling herself deeply into the traumitised youngster.
Thankfuly a light switch is just above Tomoe's headboard, as Tomoe reaches up and flicks the switch to turn off the lights, she embraces Kestrel ever more deeply. The said female is not about to let go of Kestrel, not even for a single second. As darkness falls over the couple embracing each other lovingly in a large purple bed, the wonderful sense of improvement and love fills the air, it looks like little Kestrel has just made a big improvement in his long journey to recovering from his torture.
It is a well known fact that if a person can earn a wild animals trust to such an extent that the said wild animal is comfortable in sleeping on or beside the said person, then something realy, realy wonderful has bonded them... but... never the less... the road is still going to be painful and long drawn out, as Kestrel has a 1,000 yard stare with half closed eyes before falling asleep and a single, emotional filled, pain filled tear rolls down the side of his face.
Even though Kestrel is filled with emotions, a small and timid smile forms on his face as Tomoe snuggles herself ever deeply into him, both inhabitants of the bed successfuly get the most peaceful and happy slumber that they have had in years.
Okay, thats chapter 38, it took me longer than usual to finish but I'm staying true to my word and making these chapters come through as regular as I possibaly can, Chapter 39 is underway as we speak, so untill then, stick around fellow fanfic lovers and stay cool. Wishing all you readers the best.
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