*sips margurita* well.... in the spirit of the lime, my cabana boy Takado and I thought you'd all like something to drink, so marguritas for all! This was originally gonna be a lemon, but turned lime, since I can't write a good lemon to save my life, and also, because if there IS anyone out there reading this fic, they'd wonder what happened to this chapter, since I'd submit it to tn.
The whole Damian/Hotura part was inspired by Placebo's "Every Me Every You" (the song from the opening of Cruel Intentions, for those of you who are like me and know songs by soundtrack and not the real artist). I recommend the song and the movie.
Anywho... this is a lime-ish chapter. If that offends you, like it does Damian, since he REALLY wanted that lemon, don't read it. Otherwise, go ahead, read, and review! *hugs*
~BlueMew~
***
It was late as the trio entered the gothic palace known as the After Colony gym. Feia, Rhi, and the others had already returned, keycard in tow, and were silently asleep, waiting for the next day's mission. The only one awake was Elspeth, waiting in eager anticipation to see her two bishoujo return home still in tact, and to see that the boy had done his job.
"You get the codes?" She smiled as she watched the three enter the gym, her eyes never leaving Damian, who was carrying Hotura.
The response wasn't what she expected. Without breaking his concentration from the tenshi as he carried her toward the stairs, a folded slip of paper glided through the air at the gym leader, dropping straight to her hands as he slowly made his way up the winding staircase.
Growling, Elspeth stirred from her seat on the chair, moving slowly after the young man. Damian's arrogance had always gotten on her last nerve, and still after all this time, he was already annoying her.... And had been in the gym for less than five minutes.
As soon as she had moved, she was stopped by the cool hand of the shi no hime on her shoulder. "Psy-boy won't do anything to her but make sure she gets cleaned up and gets to sleep. Babe, don't worry."
Ele just shook her head as she turned back toward the goddess of death. Damian had been Hotura's friend all those years ago, but he was deceitful and conniving now. Hotura just didn't need that.
"What happened tonight?"
Lese sighed as she watched the two turn from the staircase to Hotura's room. "The usual, but I don't think she was ready for it." The chestnut haired bishoujo turned from the gym leader, hugging her arms around herself. "And I could have sworn my brother was there helping her..... crazy, ne?"
"Shin?" Ele gasped. He evolved to something more, something not of this world.... How could he have been in the underground gym?
***
It was just like old times. For so many years before the incident, Damian and Hotura had shared a room during their visits to the other's gym, and now even though she considered him more of a lost acquaintance than a friend, she had asked him to stay with her.
No touching, no kissing, and most importantly, no mind control. Those were the rules, and Damian was happy to oblige, for it allowed him to be close to his tenshi.
Her breathing came in short gasps as she slept, while soft sounds emanated from deep in her throat. She was having one of her nightmares again.
God, how he wanted to take her in his arms and whisper that it was all right, but he knew that was out of the question. The gestures born from love and friendship would be interpreted as those of a lust and being viewed as just another piece of ass by a hormonal male.
"....get away.. get off of me!..... GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!"
Immediately, Damian rolled from the bed to the floor as the tenshi's cries woke him from his pity party. Great. Just fucking great. Now everyone would think he was trying to rape her.
You know... I might just have to become the ass they all see me as... Damian just sighed as he looked over at the tormented form of his angel buried in a mass of blankets and dark hair.
".... dai-chan....."
The young man couldn't believe what he was hearing. No one had called him that for years..... and even back then, only she and Kaylin had called him that.
"Oui?" How he wanted to grab her shoulders, shaking her gently from her nightmares, bringing her back to reality.
Despite his mind's warnings, his hand traveled the distance to her shoulder, the pale fingers gently working the tense muscle.
Closing his eyes as he leaned against the bed, his hand still on her shoulder, Damian awaited the all too painful and familiar crack of her hand against his cheek.
"...d?"
Climbing back on the bed, Damian pulled the huddled tenshi in his arms, savoring the warmth of her scantily clad body against his. Normally, when forced to share rooms, she would wear the baggiest sweats she could find, but now, the fight had broken her. She didn't even care that the one person who wanted her more than anything else in the world was now seeing more of her than he ever had, had toweled her off after the shower, and was now closer than he should be.
As for him, the blond was chewing a hole through his lip. He couldn't betray her once again, as he did before. Sex wasn't his driving force anymore. Or so he was trying to convince himself.
Stiffening against his touch, Hotura clutched her pillow tightly as she stared out the window. She really shouldn't allow him to be this close.
"How did it happen?"
"How did what happen?"
"You know...." Squirming out of his light embrace Hotura turned to face Damian, brushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes as she propped her head on her other hand. "What turned you in to the bastard I hate so much?"
"I couldn't have the one I loved, so I had to find comfort in someone else."
"That sure took a lot of comforting." She snorted, moving her hand away from him. "Besides, what do YOU know about love anyway?"
He couldn't look at her anymore. How could she claim he didn't know anything about true love?
"Have I lost the appeal now that you've seen what I can do?"
"If that was the case, I would have left you and Lese in that arena." This was his chance. Bringing his eyes back to hers, he would bare his soul, let her know what he really felt, a genuine moment of honesty..... and if she couldn't accept it, then he would leave right then. "And about love- this is what I know. Back when I was actually more bishie than human, my heart felt that there was some sort of connection to another chibi. When I took the human path, my heart still longed to be near that pretty little pigtailed baka, and it thought that she felt the same. But sadly, that pigtailed baka decided that ripping my heart out, crushing it in her hands, feeling the blood and tissue drip from her fingers before slowly licking each of the digits clean was much more fun than accepting its deepest emotions for what they really were.
"So tell me petite," He smirked as he leaned in to the hand that was absently tugging at his hair- had she remembered how much he loved that? "What's the use of falling in love when the only person I've ever longed to be near stomped all over my heart already?
Hotura silently stared in to the icy eyes of her friend as her hand slipped from its absent minded motions to the bed next to him.
"I.... I keep seeing it..... I'll never be what you want...."
Why was he touching her? And why wasn't she trying to kill him? She wasn't sure either. "Damian, I can't be what Kim was. I'll never be a subservient woman to you, I can't give you children, and I can't stand being touched. You know that."
He just smirked as he continued tracing his fingers across her abdomen. "You seem to be tolerating it right now."
"Kuso... I.... I still see it...."
Sighing, Damian lightly pressed his hand against her stomach, pushing her on her back. Resting on his arms, he leaned his face slightly over hers, smiling down at her trembling form.
"Now, you know I'm not going to do anything to you, so tell me petite, what's so scary about this?"
The response was totally unexpected. Instead of being kicked away, or hearing her scream rape, Hotura just stared in to his eyes, moving her hand back to his hair, gently entwining her fingers in the short strands at the back of his neck.
"Petite.... please don't..... you're going to make me do something I'll regret."
"Hn." Smirking, Hotura pulled his face to hers, nibbling on his already bleeding lip. "I've only had bad experiences D. Genesis, bikers, you.... Maybe someone needs to show me that contact isn't so torturous."
He was hallucinating. That had to be it. Steve must had slipped him something. Tomorrow morning, he would wake up next to Kim, and nothing would have happened between him, Hotura, any of them from his past.
Although.... If this truly was Hotura, and she was willing to let him have her, why should he doubt the situation? It had only taken twenty-some odd years, but now, he was going to have his tenshi.
"Are you sure about this?" Damian mumbled against her as his hands moved to slip the bra she was sleeping in off. "You're not going to kill me tomorrow, right?"
Still trembling, Hotura closed her eyes trying not to panic as she felt him move to lean over her. "Just erase those damn memories, and you won't get hurt, okay?"
****
"Dr. Stevenson," Kim just sighed as she looked down at the table as her superiors sat in front of her, reviewing her records of the Heighton View Gym's breakdown. "If you were not such a fine researcher, we would do to you what we did to your sister and those brats you took care of."
"You killed my children?"
"Temper temper doctor." Takenowa smiled warmly as he walked over to the woman, placing an aged hand on her shoulder. "They were our children, and were no longer of use to us, since you failed your mission."
"It has also been shown that you are helping one of the test subjects. What do you have to say about that?"
Kim smirked. The years she spent pretending to be Damian's happy little wife had taught her a thing or two about stretching the truth. "I figured if I became his friend, Mateo would be more than willing to help us learn all about the jogress attacks that the psychic trainers can use with bishies of that class."
Takenowa and the others just stared at each other. She had a point.
"Very well Kimberly. Just get that information out of him soon. The experiments are getting too costly, and our superiors are a little frustrated by the lack of progress."
"I won't let you down sir."
The whole Damian/Hotura part was inspired by Placebo's "Every Me Every You" (the song from the opening of Cruel Intentions, for those of you who are like me and know songs by soundtrack and not the real artist). I recommend the song and the movie.
Anywho... this is a lime-ish chapter. If that offends you, like it does Damian, since he REALLY wanted that lemon, don't read it. Otherwise, go ahead, read, and review! *hugs*
~BlueMew~
***
It was late as the trio entered the gothic palace known as the After Colony gym. Feia, Rhi, and the others had already returned, keycard in tow, and were silently asleep, waiting for the next day's mission. The only one awake was Elspeth, waiting in eager anticipation to see her two bishoujo return home still in tact, and to see that the boy had done his job.
"You get the codes?" She smiled as she watched the three enter the gym, her eyes never leaving Damian, who was carrying Hotura.
The response wasn't what she expected. Without breaking his concentration from the tenshi as he carried her toward the stairs, a folded slip of paper glided through the air at the gym leader, dropping straight to her hands as he slowly made his way up the winding staircase.
Growling, Elspeth stirred from her seat on the chair, moving slowly after the young man. Damian's arrogance had always gotten on her last nerve, and still after all this time, he was already annoying her.... And had been in the gym for less than five minutes.
As soon as she had moved, she was stopped by the cool hand of the shi no hime on her shoulder. "Psy-boy won't do anything to her but make sure she gets cleaned up and gets to sleep. Babe, don't worry."
Ele just shook her head as she turned back toward the goddess of death. Damian had been Hotura's friend all those years ago, but he was deceitful and conniving now. Hotura just didn't need that.
"What happened tonight?"
Lese sighed as she watched the two turn from the staircase to Hotura's room. "The usual, but I don't think she was ready for it." The chestnut haired bishoujo turned from the gym leader, hugging her arms around herself. "And I could have sworn my brother was there helping her..... crazy, ne?"
"Shin?" Ele gasped. He evolved to something more, something not of this world.... How could he have been in the underground gym?
***
It was just like old times. For so many years before the incident, Damian and Hotura had shared a room during their visits to the other's gym, and now even though she considered him more of a lost acquaintance than a friend, she had asked him to stay with her.
No touching, no kissing, and most importantly, no mind control. Those were the rules, and Damian was happy to oblige, for it allowed him to be close to his tenshi.
Her breathing came in short gasps as she slept, while soft sounds emanated from deep in her throat. She was having one of her nightmares again.
God, how he wanted to take her in his arms and whisper that it was all right, but he knew that was out of the question. The gestures born from love and friendship would be interpreted as those of a lust and being viewed as just another piece of ass by a hormonal male.
"....get away.. get off of me!..... GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!"
Immediately, Damian rolled from the bed to the floor as the tenshi's cries woke him from his pity party. Great. Just fucking great. Now everyone would think he was trying to rape her.
You know... I might just have to become the ass they all see me as... Damian just sighed as he looked over at the tormented form of his angel buried in a mass of blankets and dark hair.
".... dai-chan....."
The young man couldn't believe what he was hearing. No one had called him that for years..... and even back then, only she and Kaylin had called him that.
"Oui?" How he wanted to grab her shoulders, shaking her gently from her nightmares, bringing her back to reality.
Despite his mind's warnings, his hand traveled the distance to her shoulder, the pale fingers gently working the tense muscle.
Closing his eyes as he leaned against the bed, his hand still on her shoulder, Damian awaited the all too painful and familiar crack of her hand against his cheek.
"...d?"
Climbing back on the bed, Damian pulled the huddled tenshi in his arms, savoring the warmth of her scantily clad body against his. Normally, when forced to share rooms, she would wear the baggiest sweats she could find, but now, the fight had broken her. She didn't even care that the one person who wanted her more than anything else in the world was now seeing more of her than he ever had, had toweled her off after the shower, and was now closer than he should be.
As for him, the blond was chewing a hole through his lip. He couldn't betray her once again, as he did before. Sex wasn't his driving force anymore. Or so he was trying to convince himself.
Stiffening against his touch, Hotura clutched her pillow tightly as she stared out the window. She really shouldn't allow him to be this close.
"How did it happen?"
"How did what happen?"
"You know...." Squirming out of his light embrace Hotura turned to face Damian, brushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes as she propped her head on her other hand. "What turned you in to the bastard I hate so much?"
"I couldn't have the one I loved, so I had to find comfort in someone else."
"That sure took a lot of comforting." She snorted, moving her hand away from him. "Besides, what do YOU know about love anyway?"
He couldn't look at her anymore. How could she claim he didn't know anything about true love?
"Have I lost the appeal now that you've seen what I can do?"
"If that was the case, I would have left you and Lese in that arena." This was his chance. Bringing his eyes back to hers, he would bare his soul, let her know what he really felt, a genuine moment of honesty..... and if she couldn't accept it, then he would leave right then. "And about love- this is what I know. Back when I was actually more bishie than human, my heart felt that there was some sort of connection to another chibi. When I took the human path, my heart still longed to be near that pretty little pigtailed baka, and it thought that she felt the same. But sadly, that pigtailed baka decided that ripping my heart out, crushing it in her hands, feeling the blood and tissue drip from her fingers before slowly licking each of the digits clean was much more fun than accepting its deepest emotions for what they really were.
"So tell me petite," He smirked as he leaned in to the hand that was absently tugging at his hair- had she remembered how much he loved that? "What's the use of falling in love when the only person I've ever longed to be near stomped all over my heart already?
Hotura silently stared in to the icy eyes of her friend as her hand slipped from its absent minded motions to the bed next to him.
"I.... I keep seeing it..... I'll never be what you want...."
Why was he touching her? And why wasn't she trying to kill him? She wasn't sure either. "Damian, I can't be what Kim was. I'll never be a subservient woman to you, I can't give you children, and I can't stand being touched. You know that."
He just smirked as he continued tracing his fingers across her abdomen. "You seem to be tolerating it right now."
"Kuso... I.... I still see it...."
Sighing, Damian lightly pressed his hand against her stomach, pushing her on her back. Resting on his arms, he leaned his face slightly over hers, smiling down at her trembling form.
"Now, you know I'm not going to do anything to you, so tell me petite, what's so scary about this?"
The response was totally unexpected. Instead of being kicked away, or hearing her scream rape, Hotura just stared in to his eyes, moving her hand back to his hair, gently entwining her fingers in the short strands at the back of his neck.
"Petite.... please don't..... you're going to make me do something I'll regret."
"Hn." Smirking, Hotura pulled his face to hers, nibbling on his already bleeding lip. "I've only had bad experiences D. Genesis, bikers, you.... Maybe someone needs to show me that contact isn't so torturous."
He was hallucinating. That had to be it. Steve must had slipped him something. Tomorrow morning, he would wake up next to Kim, and nothing would have happened between him, Hotura, any of them from his past.
Although.... If this truly was Hotura, and she was willing to let him have her, why should he doubt the situation? It had only taken twenty-some odd years, but now, he was going to have his tenshi.
"Are you sure about this?" Damian mumbled against her as his hands moved to slip the bra she was sleeping in off. "You're not going to kill me tomorrow, right?"
Still trembling, Hotura closed her eyes trying not to panic as she felt him move to lean over her. "Just erase those damn memories, and you won't get hurt, okay?"
****
"Dr. Stevenson," Kim just sighed as she looked down at the table as her superiors sat in front of her, reviewing her records of the Heighton View Gym's breakdown. "If you were not such a fine researcher, we would do to you what we did to your sister and those brats you took care of."
"You killed my children?"
"Temper temper doctor." Takenowa smiled warmly as he walked over to the woman, placing an aged hand on her shoulder. "They were our children, and were no longer of use to us, since you failed your mission."
"It has also been shown that you are helping one of the test subjects. What do you have to say about that?"
Kim smirked. The years she spent pretending to be Damian's happy little wife had taught her a thing or two about stretching the truth. "I figured if I became his friend, Mateo would be more than willing to help us learn all about the jogress attacks that the psychic trainers can use with bishies of that class."
Takenowa and the others just stared at each other. She had a point.
"Very well Kimberly. Just get that information out of him soon. The experiments are getting too costly, and our superiors are a little frustrated by the lack of progress."
"I won't let you down sir."