Author note : A present for the one and only Yareshk, our Kazaqueen ! I finally made that R18 fic I owed you :) cover by Kazuki Yone.
« How is she ? »
Yamazaki frowned in front of the vice-commander and the rest of the captains, all round up for this meeting. His face was eloquent enough to make everyone understand that it wasn't looking good.
« I don't know. This is beyond my knowledge… » sighed the ninja « If it was a simple cold, she would have recovered by now… »
« So you think it's more than that ? » asked Okita « she's coughing ? »
« Hard to tell but I didn't observe anything like that. Her breath is short but not painful, it's only a fever… »
« Only a fever… » repeated Harada « a pretty tough one for just a fever. »
« As I said, that is beyond my knowledge. We need to get her examined by Matsumoto-sensei. »
« He's out of town at the moment. He's in Osaka until the end of the month. » Hijikata passed a hand in his front hair, his voice leaking annoyance « Can she travel ? »
« I don't think so, Fukuchô. »
« I can carry her ! » yelled Nagakura.
« Right ! And I'll go with Shinpat-san to protect them ! » added Heisuke.
« I don't think you understand very well… The problem isn't her weakness… Quite the opposite… »
« Yamazaki-san ! »
Souma barged in the room, his hand bleeding abundantly, and Yamazaki quickly got up to make a bandage around it.
« Fuck, kid ! What happened to you ?! » asked Nagakura.
« Are we under attack ? » Hijikata prepared his hand on the hilt of his katana, just in case.
« It's… I'm sorry, Yamazaki-san ! You asked me to keep an eye on Yukimura-senpai but… »
« Is Yukimura the target ? » asked Saito, calm as ever but getting up, ready to fight back.
« No ! No, she… She bit me ! »
A deafening silence followed with repressed laughter and dumbfounded faces. The girl… bit him ?
« Chizuru-chan ? » guaffauded Okita loudly « Like, our Chizuru-chan ? Kid, leave the jokes to people who can actually make them… »
« I'm not joking, Okita-san ! » Souma protested « I thought she was in pain so I approached my hand and she bit me ! »
« Chizuru ? You're sure ? » asked Heisuke again, having trouble believing it.
« Yes ! Toudou-san, I'm sure ! She turned over and bit me ! »
All the captains fell quiet and looked at the boy's hand, all bandaged up. Chizuru was as defenseless as a lamb. She couldn't bit someone and even worse, enough to draw blood. That wasn't making any sense.
« What kind of bullshit is this ? » said Hijikata, getting out « I'm gonna see that girl myself instead of listening to all that useless babbling. »
All followed, to his annoyance, and he slid the shoji of Chizuru's room. The girl was in a corner in a nagajuban, her arms around her knees. Her robe was almost transparent with all the sweat it was drenched in and her hair was sticking to her face, all greasy and slick. When she saw the light, she raised her face and her eyes encountered the ones of the vice-commander. They were feverish, pleading and somehow, kind of animalistic. That was a look he'd like her to give him, but in different circumstances, and because of another kind of fever, one not caused by illness.
« Hijikata-san… »
Her voice was weak, filled with want and pain. A feverish voice. Yet, he was happy she could still perceive who he was. Her breath was ragged, as announced by Yamazaki, lifting her chest up and down, her half open nagajuban giving him a nice view on the valley between her small but perky breasts.
« Oh my… »
The voice of Harada made him realise he wasn't the only one enjoying the view and he turned around to throw daggers with his eyes to all the men standing in the doorway with him. They all looked elsewhere, the sky, their shoes or their katana, and he turned to the girl again.
« Yukimura. » he cleared his throat « Get in bed. »
« Hijikata-san… » small tears pearled at the corner of her eyes « I don't feel okay laying down… »
« You've got fever. You need rest. » he stated « end of topic. »
The girl didn't answer but she started moving back and forth, head between her knees, weeping softly.
« Chizuru ! » yelled Heisuke, almost pushing the vice-commander out of the way to run to her side.
« Don't come any closer ! » she shouted and it was almost as if she was afraid « I'll hurt you ! »
Heisuke was startled and he turned to his friends, seeking help in their gaze.
« Mah, classical feminine hysteria » shrugged Harada with a condescending smile, hands in the air « you can't imagine how many courtesan I saw go batshit crazy all of the sudden. »
« I heard in recent medical studies that it can be caused by the makeup. But Yukimura doesn't wear any. » Yamazaki shook his head.
« So what ? » asked Nagakura « are we leaving her ? I'm pretty sure she wouldn't hurt a fly and my offer to take her to Osaka is still valid. »
« Do not. Come. Closer. » she hissed between her teeth.
It was kind of cute. She, so small and docile, becoming so fierce all of the sudden… Hijikata liked that, or rather, would have liked that if she wasn't so ill and he wasn't that desperate to help her out. And the others probably wouldn't have minded this side of her in other circumstances either, judging by their gazes. Slyly, Okita grinned, removing the sageo attaching his katana to his obi.
« I'll tie her up. » he said « Hajime-kun, lend me a hand ? Then we can just put her to bed, take her anywhere or whatever. Should I gag her too ? Are you worried about her tiny little cute teeths ? »
Saito didn't move, waiting for the vice-commander's order but Okita didn't mind. He approached the girl, quickly grabbed her wrists and she violently slammed her head on his jaw, making him release her and take a step back to wipe the blood off his mouth.
« Sorry ! » she put both her hands on her mouth « sorry, Okita-san ! I… I warned you ! »
« I bit my tongue… » he commented, incredulous, before a predatory smile painted on his lips « so that's how you wanna play it, huh ? »
He grabbed the girl again, who started yelling and defending herself with teeth and nails. Overpowered for the first time, he shouted to call the others for support and thanks to Nagakura and Harada's help, the girl was soon tied and gagged on her bedding, writhing.
« I had some tigresses before but not as fierce as that one. » commented Harada, out of breath « what are we gonna do with her? »
Hijikata stared at her, her wet eyes pleading him to release her, writhing on her bedding in her see-through robe…
« We leave her here tonight. » he decided « if she isn't better tomorrow, Shinpachi and Heisuke are taking her to Osaka. »
« Fukuchô, should we guard the room ? » asked Saito seriously.
« No. » he shook his head to deny « it will only arouse suspicion amongst the men. Gossip travels fast. It's safer to leave it as it is. »
The captains nodded and the vice-commander slammed the shoji behind them, leaving Chizuru alone. She tried to free her wrists and ankles but the knots tightened every time she tried… Okita really had a way with cords… It was the same when she first arrived in the Shinsengumi. She was bonded so tight it was impossible for her to move. But here, she was feeling at the mercy of her illness. Her whole body was hot, throbbing, she had trouble catching her breath and her mind was nothing but confusion… She craved something, but what ? What could calm that feverish mind of hers ?
« Please… Untie me… Help me… » she begged, rubbing her legs together, aware that no one would hear her and if they did, wouldn't even understand with that cloth in her mouth.
Maybe if she waited, it'll pass… She did well for two days already ! Yes, she could bear with it. It wasn't that hard… Come on, Chizuru ! Get yourself together !
She wondered if the captains were worried about her… She didn't mean to act that crazy but she could feel it, like an instinct, that they shouldn't come close. They were dangerous for her in that state, they would hurt her… She had to protect herself, no matter the cost. That's why she stayed in her room. It was cosy and safe, like a cocoon. They should just have left her alone there instead of trying that hard to cure her. But… What if it didn't pass ? What if the fever were to take her and all her friends remember from her was this instant ? This pathetic rampant slug tied to her bedding ?
When the shoji slid, she wasn't ready for it and she startled, opening wide eyes when she saw who was really in the doorway.
« Those dogs… » she heard him growl « I will kill each and everyone of them… »
The blond man already seemed ready to leave to put his threat to execution but Chizuru managed to regain his interest by shaking her wrists, tears flowing on her cheeks.
« Your bindings are hurting you ? » he asked, getting closer with still that anger in his eyes « Wait here until I'm finished, I'll untie you. »
« No ! Don't kill my friends ! » words sounding more like « Mmm ! Mmmm ! » getting out of her mouth.
Was it a consideration ? Pity ? Something else ? In any case, to her surprise, Kazama kneeled and detached her. He wasn't dangerous like the others… He was… calming… He was…
Chizuru draped her arms around Kazama's neck who froze, not expecting such a demonstration of affection from the girl who never yet agreed to lower her guard in his presence. She ran her fingers in his hair, so soft… So agreeable… Nesting her face in his neck, she could smell his skin's scent, somehow delicious. She stuck her tongue out, licking his neck side with a boldness that she would never have expressed if she was of sound mind.
« Hm ! » he escaped a bark of laughter « I get it now… You can't stay here. »
He made a move to get up and Chizuru furiously clung to him, biting his neck, pulling his mane. She wanted him closer. Closer. She wouldn't let him go.
« These fools didn't take advantage of you, did they ? » he asked but there was no answer « If I hear anything about it, they're all doomed. »
« Kazama-san… »
Her body was shaking, undulating like a snake under the throbbing ache inhabiting her. She still didn't know what she needed but one thing was for sure, Kazama could give it to her. She pushed him down on the tatami and expected to find him grinning smugly for being able to make her lose her mind like that but she couldn't see anything but concern.
« Get up. » he ordered « We're going. »
No. She wanted to stay here, in her safe and cosy room. And Kazama wouldn't go anywhere either. He was hers. Hers. She tugged on his clothes, eager to touch more of his skin.
« Enough. » he gritted his teeths, looking pretty pissed.
He tried to get up but she pinned him in place. Her hair turned white, her horns out of her forehead.
« You stay. » she said.
« That's what you think. »
He turned Oni too, his golden eyes even more hypnotic than the crimson ones, and made her roll to get on top. Not defeated though, she cradled him between her arms and legs, raising her lips to kiss him passionately. He didn't push her away. Instead, he replied with the same fervour, his lips devouring her as if he could eat her whole and that was exactly what she wanted. She started moaning when his hand quitted the tatami to slide on her side in a sensual appreciation of her skin, getting down until it reached her backside, lifting it up to grind her hips with his. She could feel him, hard against her and couldn't wait for him to satisfy her, go faster and faster, burn her skin with his own. He released her lips and she gasped, raising her head to kiss him again but his face was out of her reach.
« I'm taking you with me. »
Words not open to discussion but Chizuru wasn't in the mood for talking anyway. She used all her strength to pull him down again, get his face against her… without success. Kazama got up without any effort, looking down on her who was panting lewdly, her cheeks flushed and eyes pleading, and he took her in his arms, hands behind her back and under her legs. Reflexively, she circled him. How warm he was… Here, against his skin, she was feeling almost dizzy with want. She crawled her tongue on his chest, playfully drawing the contour of his nipple.
« You're determined not to make this easy… » he muttered angrily, taking her out of her room.
From there, a giant jump took them on the roof, then another one, and another one… until she couldn't really remember how many roofs and in which direction. Not that she cared anyway. She was far too occupied by devouring Kazama's skin, leaving teeth marks and love bites all over the skin she could reach, sometimes making him escape a hiss but not stopping his course.
After a while, they arrived at what she supposed was an inn and he got her in a room, laying you down.
« I won't tie you up like those dogs did. But you must behave. »
« Kazama-san… » she begged, crawling back to him and rubbing her cheek against his skin again.
« Your kin understands what you are going through. » he answered, a lot calmer and tender than what she was accustomed to « You need to be protected from malicious intents. It's going to be a hard week. »
A week ? An entire week with that fever ? Surely there was a way to make it faster and she was slowly finding out what. She raised her face towards his and kissed him, working her lips on his with eagerness. Then, she showered his cheeks, his temples, his nose and forehead… and took one of his ivory horns in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
« Yukimura ! » he scolded, detaching her « get yourself together ! »
« Kazama-san… » she pleaded « help me… »
« I'm trying ! » he gritted his teeths, hand on his forehead « Listen, this is new, I get it. No female should endure this alone… You're not yourself, you reject humans and crave your kin. That's normal. It'll pass. But you must obey me. »
« I want you to make it stop… » she clenched her hands on his kimono.
« Kazama-sama. »
That was Amagiri's voice behind the shoji and Kazama hastily put his palm firmly on Chizuru's mouth to keep her quiet.
« What do you want, Amagiri ?! » he answered, annoyed, his hair tainting blond again.
« Dinner is served. A hot bath is also waiting for you afterwards. »
« Good. Amagiri. Go to town, find Shiranui, and go away. »
« I beg your pardon, Kazama-sama ? »
« Go away ! Leave ! I don't want to see you both before next week ! Find something to do for Satsuma. »
« … Understood. Then I shall go. »
His steps got farther until they couldn't hear him anymore and Kazama took his hand off Chizuru's mouth.
« I'm going to bring dinner here. » he said « you do not move, Yukimura. »
A part of her wanted to defy him, another was terrified and clenching to that little hope that he might help her. Eventually, she nodded, waiting for him to come back which didn't take more than a couple of minutes.
« Eat. » he ordered.
She wasn't hungry, not at all truly. But his presence was soothing her and she grabbed her chopsticks, eating as much as she could to please him.
« Good. » he nodded with a smug smile « now go get clean. You're so sweaty, it's a miserable sight. I can't allow my wife to present herself to me in such a deplorable manner. »
« Kazama-san, I don't know… it's not what I… »
« I know. It'll help. »
« Kazama-san… »
She was still hungry but for a different kind of meal. He was so close, so reachable… and she wanted to dig her teeth in his skin, her nails, make him defend himself and fight her until she was too exhausted to continue and could finally fall asleep. In an attempt to touch him, she raised her arms and he tugged on them before throwing her on his shoulder. Surprised, she screamed and banged her fists on his back.
« Really, you've never been the obedient kind… »
He took her to the bathroom, removed her clothing and nearly threw her in the bath. He was clumsy, compared to his usual self, avoiding to look at her as he pushed her head down in the water, making her drink the cup. When she got her head out, she coughed violently, trying to get the liquid out of her lungs.
« Stay still. »
Kazama looked at the different soaps, puzzled, and Chizuru figured quite easily that he wasn't used to taking care of his body himself, and even less the one of someone else. He probably had servants for most of his life and probably this inn could offer that kind of service too. It wasn't rare to have some bath ladies to procure any kind of services to the customers. He finally reached for one and started to rub it on her hair, a lot gentler than she thought he would. He took a bowl of water to remove the soap and repeated the operation, concentrated. His hands dug in her hair, massaging her scalp and behind her ears, making her short breath calm down for the first time in two long days. Here, she was safer than she's ever been. She got her knees near her breasts, this foetal position making her even more comfortable, and waited for Kazama to be done with her hair.
« At least, living in this kennel didn't make you catch lice. » he commented in his deep calm voice, pouring another bowl over her head to remove the soap.
« Don't talk about my friends that way. » she frowned.
« Hm. » he escaped a bark of laughter « so you can speak better now ? »
« I could before… »
« You just had other matters at hand. »
That smugness… Chizuru tried to turn to face him but he kept her in place.
« Don't move. I need to comb it. »
He grabbed a comb by his side and slowly and carefully ran it through her hair. How nice it could feel to be touched by Kazama… She still craved more, of course, but she was basking into the hot water, focusing on his hand squeezing slightly on her shoulder to be sure she'd stay docile, and the teeth of the comb slightly scratching her scalp in such a pleasant way.
« Let's say the water was enough to clean your body. » he eventually said after a while « I am not touching your skin before you agree to be my wife. »
« Kazama-san… »
She turned over and his gaze drifted to her neck and breasts for a second before he focused back on her face, angrily catching a bathing robe near him.
« Don't look at me like that. » he ordered.
« Like what ? »
« Like that ! » he growled « Can't you understand what is going to happen to you if you keep giving me that look ?! »
« What is gonna happen to me, Kazama-san ? »
« Nothing ! That's the point ! I'm going to keep you safe until it passes and no humans, no demons, will get close to you. »
« I want you close… »
« Dammit… »
He grabbed her arm and forcefully shoved it in the sleeve then did the same with the other one, closing the bathrobe on her.
« I want you, Kazama-san… »
« No. You don't. » he replied, carrying her back to his room where he laid her on the futon.
« I do… I want you, so bad… »
« You want any male Oni. Shiranui or Amagiri or anyone else would have been enough for you to mate in that state. »
« Kazama-san… »
Her voice was pleading, as if in pain, even if her eyes were burning with determination. Hotness was filling her voice and every feature of her face. She was looking so much more like a woman in that state, so desirable… Kazama really had trouble holding himself together.
« Sleep. » he ordered, pushing his hand on her face both to hide it from him and sink her body in the futon.
« Why did you come if you didn't intend to help me in the first place ?! » she erupted, her Oni nature showing again.
« It's not what you think. »
« Have I been calling ? To you or all male Oni ? Is it a smell thing ? How did you know I needed you ?! »
« I didn't ! Please, a smell ? Oni are better than humans, we don't behave like animals and neither should you ! »
« I don't care ! » she shouted, jumping on him with enough force to make him lose balance.
From there, she was looking like a goddess. Her eyes filled with heat and mouth slightly agape, panting, waiting for him to fight her for dominance.
« I came because I noticed you haven't been on round for two days. » he answered in a low voice.
« Were you… worried ? » she asked, her expression softening a little.
Damn she was even more gorgeous in demon form… Her horns were of perfect length and symmetrical, her eyes so bright they could light up a room and her little pointy ears, a bit downward, giving her a cute innocent look. But even with that adorableness, he won't admit how he was watching her from afar everyday and how scared he had been that she was ill, injured or maybe dead.
« Soon, you'll be mine. » he whispered.
Encouraged by these words, Chizuru kissed him, biting his lips enough to draw blood, and she screamed when she found herself upright against the wall, pinned by his hand.
« Patience. I'll make you mine, be assured of that. And once I do, you'll be my wife. You belong to me. » he showed his fangs, his golden eyes heated by desire.
« No… » she whispered.
« Quiet. »
« You have it all wrong… »
« What ? How ? » he lifted an eyebrow, curious.
« It's you… »
« Me ? » he repeated, totally confused this time.
« You belong to me. »
« Is that so ? » he grinned slyly.
He pushed her down, their bodies blending into one another, trying to strip the other furiously until he couldn't tell what was her skin and what was his in this chaos. She thought she could have the upper hand on him ? He was Kazama Chikage, Oni prince of the West, and a lot stronger than she was when they both were in demon form. Chizuru clawed at him, digging her fingernails in his back and he hissed when she drew blood, even if his scratches were closing even quicker than they were forming. He ran his hands on her body, squeezing her sides possessively before his hand ventured to the jonction of her legs, finding the place as damp as he expected it.
« Is that all ? » she said with defiance and Kazama huffed with a smile.
« You have no idea… » he warned.
« I think you can't be enough for me, Kazama-san. »
She was defying him, so fiercely that his whole body was craving her. Not to satisfy a selfish carnal need, but just to make her beg, writh and plead for him to stop… make her all powerless and submissive… until her stubborn personality were to come back, making her need another reminder about who her master was. Yes… he wanted to ravish her completely…
His fingers got at work, and she moaned lewdly, her legs like a vise around his waist, pulling him closer and closer, craving to be filled already. But he wouldn't give her what she wanted until he wasn't satisfied with her docility.
« Ah… Aah ! »
« Ho ? You already can't take it ? » he commented, playing with the bud above her petals.
He inserted a finger with so much ease, that it wasn't even enjoyable, and added another one, searching inside her for the rougher spot that would drive her mad.
« More… »
« What did you say ? »
« I said more ! » she replied with force.
It was almost an order. Really, she was a strong stubborn woman but here with her fever, it was a whole new level. She rolled over, surprising him, and before he could take the lead again, she inpaled herself on his shaft, escaping a cry of relief. He hissed, feeling her so tight around him, so hot… He wanted to get his power back on her but he had lost already. She was using him to pleasure herself, blending her hips on him, her eyes closed and mouth open, her white hair flowing around her and her horns proudly getting out of her forehead. She looked like a queen, his queen. He always knew she was worthy to be his wife but now he could clearly see it. She was a leader fit to protect the Kazama clan. But she was not above him. He wouldn't allow it.
He threw her against the wall, pining her there with his own body and she circled him with her legs, biting hard into his neck with her little fangs as he pounded in her, showing her who was in charge here.
« Aaah… Kazama-san ! Kazama-san ! »
« Am I still not enough for you, female demon ? »
She didn't answer, crying her heart out with each thrust, her high pitched screams setting their tempo. Kazama loved seeing her and hearing her in that state, when she wasn't so warry of him anymore, not considering him an enemy but surrendering in complete trust to the pleasure he could give her. He lost his sense of time, their Oni stamina a lot superior than the one of mere humans. He also lost his sense of space, their battle of dominance making them roll all over the room, knocking furniture off, pulling some hanging scrolls from the walls, and her screams… her screams… as if she could never stop riding him, never get enough of him. His body was full of scratches and bites, just like hers, making their skin ache as much as the throbbing in their lower body.
« Aaah ! »
He finally sensed her clench and tighten around him, getting that release she has been yearning for. She stopped breathing, all her muscles tensed in ecstasy, her face towards the ceiling and golden eyes wide open. Gorgeous, so gorgeous… Seeing her like this, knowing he was the cause of it, that was a pride stronger than any other. When she relaxed, he pushed her on her knees and grabbed her hair.
« Now, thank me » he ordered with a smile, his little fangs showing « and serve your master right. »
She raised her golden eyes towards his face and timidity stick her tongue out to lick his shaft, full of her taste. Gaining some confidence, she started swirling her tongue around it and swallow more of it, bobbing her head with obedience. He cheeks were flushed with her recent orgasm and her mouth circling him, her hands on his backside to make him thrust in her mouth and he released the painful grip on her hair to cradle her face, pushing it against him at the tempo of his thrusts.
« Mm… Mmm…. Ah… »
These sounds were even more exciting than the screams she was making before. It was as if she couldn't get enough of him, dedicated and eager. It was probably that, more than her movements, that sent him over the edge so quickly after her own release but to be fair, he had troubled controlling himself not to come inside her a few moments ago. He didn't want to give her an heir, not yet, not until she was truly his.
« Mm… Mmh ! »
He forced her head to stay in place when she tried to back off, making her swallow his seed entirely, small tears pearling at the corner of her eyes. When she had obediently wiped it all with her tongue, he released her, making her gasp to catch back her breath.
« Don't forget I am your master. » he grinned.
« You're not my master. » she shook her head.
« Oh ? It looked a lot like it, female demon. You were so eager to serve me like an obedient little slave. »
« I will never be your slave. » she yawned, laying down on his futon as he joined her under the covers, nesting her head in the crook of his arm, cuddling his skin with her cheek « because I'll be your wife. »
He looked at her, puzzled, but her eyes were closed, her little fangs getting our of her lips curled into a small satisfied smile. He knew her words didn't have any value this week but they warmed his heart anyway. Maybe, under all the difficulties they had to overcome as enemies, maybe there was a chance for it to be true. One thing was for sure, he wouldn't give up. And certainly not hand her over to one of these filthy dogs that were calling themselves the Shinsengumi.
Author note : And... done. Hope you liked it, that was super hard to write for me… I hope it's still okay. I love Kazama as a character and everytime he's in one of my stories, he's an asshole. So I really wanted to write a Kazama fic to show him in a different light.