Lost and Found
Chapter 4
No matter the blossom,
someday it will wilt
No matter the dream,
someday it will fade
No matter the love,
someday it will cool
No matter the star,
someday it will cease
I discovered something
hidden within my soul
God hurts
And breaks those He loves
And now He is laughing at
me
~Takehito Koyasu
"Oi, Bishounen!" Yamihoshi
did not bother to turn around, knowing fully well who the bastard behind him
could be.
"Hey, why are you ignoring
me?" Mokuran gave a smirk; slowly and deliberately, he ran his fingers through
the young man's hair. He then lowered his head to begin biting and sucking on
Yamihoshi's neck. The teen only stood there, trying hard to suppress the
unknown fear rising in him.
"Leave him alone!" Aoi commanded, her eyes piercing at Mokuran through the rear view mirror.
"Do whatever you want with him after we get back. I don't want my car to be dirtied.
"Hai, Aoi-sama." The man said, keeping a lustful eye on the unconscious boy nex tto him.
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Mikagami bit softly on his own lips as he felt himself being thrown onto the cold tiled floors. His hand sand legs are being tied together by rough ropes. Damn! He thought. If not for my eyes.
"So, Mikagami, here's a little life lesson for you today."
"Mokuran," he spat at the voice. "Let go of me this very moment or else I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life." Mokuran only snickered and stroke Mikagami's smooth cheek. The swordsman shuddered.
"What are you trying to do?" Mikagami said, hoping his voice would sound much more calmer than he really was.
"No use trying to act innocent over here, water boy." Mokuran sneered, as he tore off the teenager's shirt with one smooth swipe.
"Meguri Kyoza told me all about you, you little whore. How you twist and turn in bed, always begging for more." He continue talking, without stopping his hands from exploring the lower part of Mikagami's body.
His pants were long gone. But Mikagami only laid there, numb by his childhood memories while the older man continued to thrust into him with rough, fast actions.
"Liar…" The swordsman muttered.
"Damn! Why aren't you making any noise?!" Mokuran shouted angrily as he pulled himself out. His left arm slowly formed a plant whip and began hitting on Mikagami's soft flesh, drawing blood with every contact. Still, the water wielder had not respond. Frustrated, Mokuran inserted the branch into the other man's opening, and to his pleasure, was rewarded by a loud scream from Mikagami. Mokuran only thrust deeper.
"You are not to kill him, Mokuran." Aoi stepped into the light.
"Mori-sama have plans and I suggest for you not to upset them."
Gomenasai, Mikagami-kun.
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Mokuran curled a thin
branch around Yamihoshi's left wrist and tightened it slowly.
"Stop it, Mokuran." The
man removed the branch at command, leaving a red line encircling Yamihoshi's
wrist.
"Hai, Mori-sama." He then
walked away in the opposite direction, leaving the millionaire and Yamihoshi to
themselves.
Just as he walked past the
businessman, Mokuran heard a soft whisper from him.
"Go and have some fun with
that guy in the dungeon."
He smiled.
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Raiha lifted his head
slightly when he heard the slight clanking of metal chains outside. How long
had it been since he had seen some light?
His purple hair had already
been caked with his blood.
The door to the cell
opened, and when Raiha opened his eyelids, all he could see was a single eye,
filled with cold hard cruelty and nothing else.
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Kurei walked out of his
little hut in the middle of a forest. His bangles hit against one another
slightly as he lifted a hand towards the wooden house, burning it and all the
memories that come together with it.
Slowly, he replaced his
scarred face with a mask and made his way out of the forest, determined to
bring back the person he loved, alive.
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Recca clenched his fists
around the offending white cloth. The curtains continued their dance in the
soft breeze, but the flame caster could only let his tears fall freely.
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Mori Kouran kissed the
wound on Yamihoshi's hands softly before letting his lips traveled upwards to
capture the younger boy's lips.
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Yanagi's eyes fell on the
sharp fruit knife in her hands, staring emptily at the shiny blade, looking at
her reflection in them.
End of Chapter 4
Author's note:
Sorry for taking so long
to post this chapter up and posting so short this time. As a matter of fact, I
just took a geography paper today and nearly died in that one hour's time.
*HAIZ* Human geography is…never mind. I just don't like the subject. But
anyway, hopefully I could get the next chapter up soon, and finish this fic
before Christmas this year, but looking at my schedule for this holidays…things
don't look very hopeful. But anyway, I would try (keyword: try) to finish this
soon.
Majokai Yukiko