Chapter 9: A Sweet Intoxication
"I was raped..." Kakusei admitted to Tasuki as they sit side by side in his room. "I was raped!" she repeated louder to him, tears streaming down her face. "Tasu--" She couldn't even say his name, so ashamed and disappointed in herself that he would never be her first. "--ki" She gripped herself tightly thinking that Tasuki would never want to touch her ever again.
"You were raped?!" He breathed the reality sharply in. *You were raped. You did lose your innocence making love, somebody took it from you, and there was no desire, love, or passion. I couldn't believe that I didn't realize it. Everytime I tried to touch you you'd always whimper and hid back you tears. I don't believe I could be such a fool!!!!!!!* He took her into his arms with a word. "Even though this happened to you, I want you to know that--"
"Tasuki!" She buried her face into his chest and sobbed. Her entire body shook. "Make it all go away. Please!" She held tightly to him, so tightly. His eyes widedned.
*I wish I could, Kakusei,* he wanted to say. "But I can't..." His whole body went num, his heart frozen and the fire of his spirit began to die. "I love you, Kakusei."
"I love--" She choked on her words, and cried even harder, tears flooding out the world.
"That's alright, just cry as much I you want, I'll won't leave you tonight."
Part of her smiled at him, the other cried. "...I love you, Tasuki..."
They held each other, never letting go, never caring about tomorrow, never forgetting how much they loved each other.
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*Kakusei!... She's hurting... I must see her,* Mirakuru tried to sit up and then cried out in pain. "Aahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" She gripped her waist and chest with both of her hands and fell backwards back onto her bed. Wait a minute, this wasn't her bed at all. This one was fit for a king, a large bed, beautiful colors and decorations. Turning her head to the side she noticed a candle burning and a sword stained in blood. *Hotohori's sword.* She looked up at the ceiling. *I must be in his room.* "Hotohori..." she whispered softly, smiling slightly thinking of the kindness he had express towards to her friends and to her. . "Kakusei!" She then cried aloud. She forced herself up fighting the pain.
She bit her lip as she pushed herself to get up. *I have to make sure she's okay.* She stummbed but caught her balance on an end table. There the holy sword stand, leaning against the wall. She could see the stains of her own blood on it and then looked down at her chest and waist. They were covered in bandages. and they were stained pink from the bloody wounds beneath them. The covered her chest a great deal but the only thing for clothing she had was--well... nothing (An: I'm starting to see a pattern here, aren't you?! Ancient Chinese people are perverts!!! Just kidding!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ LOL!!!!!) She jumped back to her bed and looked around for her clothes. *Mmm...* She skimmed the room and finally spotted her ripped, bloody shirt, pants, and under clothes. She ran over and grabbed her panties and pants. *I don't like this anymore!* She shook her head back and forth, smiling to herself. And the wounded warrior stepped out of her bed and painfully, but surely walked to the door, supporting herself on the wall. "Almost... there..." She held her torso tightly. "Kakusei..."
The door slid open before she could reach it. "Mirakuru!" She looked up and saw a familiar man. "What are you doing?!" He caught her in his arms before she could hit the ground as she fell.
"Majesty!!" She blinked and then pushed past him. "I have to find Kakusei! She's hurting, and I can feel it!!!!!"
"No you're not!" He told her. "You're staying right here!! You can't go anywhere in your condition!!" He turned to stop her.
"Let me go! I need to see her!" She struggled to get away from him and then she could no longer feel the ground beneath her feet. "Stop!..." She was out of his arms and on the bed within seconds and he poised himself above her, his hands pinning her shoulders to the mattress, his eyes keeping her locked in place.
"You're stay put!" He frowned. "That's an order!"
"Since when are you my boss! You can't control me, I'm not of your country and you are not leader of the Suzaku warriors!" She frowned back at him. "Let me see her!" She pushed him away from her. She never let anything get in the way of her being there for a friend. Nothing! No even him. "Kakusei, she's--" His lips came down over hers. "Uh!" She stopped struggling and then her body relaxed. She gave into his and a sigh escaped her mouth Slowly he pulled away, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed. She thought that she could escape her desire for him but she was wrong. "Your highness?..." She breathed heavily and his finger tips went through her hair. "I..." She sighed. "Please, let me see her." Her head fell forward as if it were to heavy for her to hold up. "Please, highness... Please..."
She wanted to cry. She wanted to sleep. She wanted everything to be as it was before they picked up that stupid book at the library. But most of all she want Hotohori to disappear so she could stop the overwhelming need in her heart. Hotohori sighed. "Why do you call me that? Say my name, Mirakuru, please." He forced her eyes upon him. "The first person I ever loved was Miaka. She did not return my love and now--now that I finally found someone who cares me as much as you do, I'm not about to let you think of anyone but yourself. Don't think about hurting Nuriko. I'm sure his little crush on me is nothing more than infatuation. I want you to think of yourself. What do you want?" His eyes touched her whole body and then blinked softly and gracefully. "Now, please, so my name."
"Saihitei." She whispered shyly.
"No. Say my name, my Seishi name." His heart beat quickened, but he still seemed in control. "Say my name as you did just yesterday. Say it, Mirakuru, please."
"I can't," she cried.
"Why can't you?"
"Because, I--" She wanted to kiss him just that moment, as he had just done to her. "Hotohori!"
He was shocked when her arms when around him and his eyes went wide.
*Mirakuru.* His eyes closed and his arms circled around her. "Why can't you just be honest to yourself?"
"I've never trusted myself with matters of the heart. Because when I believed I was in love, my heart told me I wasn't. But now my heart and mind are finally agreeing. And they both point to you. Hotohori, I love you."
"I love you, too." Her grip on him tightened and he thought that she could never let go.
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Her lips soon met his. And this time she was the first to do it. Heart beats quickened and souls began dancing, something was igniting within both of them that was soon realized. Her back met the bed again and his body met hers though his robes. She knew that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She found that he tasted so sweet, and he also discovered she was more woman than he had realized. Her body was slim, her legs long, her eyes not of a child, her breasts full and the aching need for the touch of a man proved she was not a girl anymore, but a woman. "Be my wife--"
"..."
"Be my Emperess."
"Hoto--"
"Please spend the rest of you're life with me." His eyes filled with warmth and absolute honesty.
*He really does love me,* she thought to herself. *But how can he ask me that?! I still have enterance exams. My other friends and fans back home. I have my singing career and my own family. And a future--* She looked into his eyes. *But I guess it is my destiny to be a Senshi of Suzaku and to fight with the Suzaku Seishi to protect the Miko of Suzaku. And I have become so close to each of the warriors. Chichiri--afternoon fishing trips. Chiriko--debating on different intellectual subjects. Mitsukake--slight nods to each other instead of hellos, after a conversation about his deceased love, Shouka. Tamahome--intense training sessions and sometimes playful competetion. Tasuki--teasing and play fighting. Miaka--seeing who could eat faster just for the heck of it... of course she always won.* She couldn't help but smile. *Nuriko--almost always together. Staying up late and talking about everything. It really didn't bother me that he is kinda like a girl now that I think about it. But I can see that he's become more of a man everyday. And Hotohori--such calmness and a sweet smile. Long moments of just looking into each other's eyes only to have one of us turn away, to get away from the desire. I'd watch him during his meetings with his council and the way the urged him to take a bride the create an heir to the throne. I know he never liked to hear that. I saw the way he'd always sigh a little and then change the subject. And then I could feel him watching me as I sat by myself. Near the cherry blossem trees. My hair would blow in the wind and the the sky would shine. And there was even one time when it started to rain and his robes were wrapped around me before I could get wet. I love it when held me and then picked me up. He hurried back to the palace. He always ran so fast and never stopped, not until I was safe and dry. He's always been there to protect me, no matter how much I pushed him away.*
*She just keeps looking at me like she was--* He saw her smile at him and then he remembered just a few hours ago--
"Mirakuru!" Nuriko had cried. "Please be okay," he prayed. "I want to thank you for saving me and I want you to get better. You have to get better..."
She lay there, unconscious in his bed. Her hair undone, her face soiled with cuts. Mitsukake did his best to clean her up and when he attempted to replace her bandages, Nuriko insisted he did it. Each of the Seishi and Senshi visited her. Tamahome and Miaka. Chiriko. Desetsu and Chichiri. Daikonsen. And now Tasuki and Kakusei had just left the room. He himself stood in the corner of the room watching Nuriko talk to her.
"We're all so concerned for you. All of us. Me especially." He sighed. "You were so brave today, and you didn't give up and you risked your life just to save me. Do I really mean that much to you?..." he asked her without a reply.
"Yes, Nuriko. You mean the world to her. You are one of the most important people in her life. You taught her to believe in herself and thanks to you she is growing stronger everyday," Hotohori said to his friend.
Nuriko turned to face him. "You think so, Highness?"
"I believe it is so."
"Thank you, Majesty," Nuriko smiled slightly and then left the room.
He sat down beside her and just looked at her for the longest time. Soon enough her eyes opened and then she whispered to him. "You have been so kind to me. Thank you for protecting me..."
She blacked out again and then it arrived at the present time--
"Be your bride?..." She said very confused. "You want me to marry you, Hotohori?"
"Yes, I do."
She saw the warmth in his eyes and hearted raced. How can she love a man who deserved so much more? How can she understand her own power from within? How can she possibly explain her true feelings with just words?...
(An: Kind of a cliff hanger huh? He he!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Chichiri's hands went all over her body, from her head to her toes. From her hair to her heels. From her eyes to her ankles. From her lips to her knees. From her neck to her upper legs. From her breasts to her most private place. He explored her until he knew every inch of her body by touch. Her eyes followed him from her face down to her restless body. "Chichiri--"
"Tonight you're staying with me, and this time you're not leaving my bed," he said his one, but beautiful eye shinning down on her. They had made love before but she had been a little jumpy and skiddish. But tonight he intended on keeping her there, so she couldn't try to get away from the love and fire inside.
"I don't want to go any where, but," she drew his face close to her lips and she smiled, "to the stars." He smiled back at her and tasted her bare flesh. They both became intangled in the body heat and soon were slick with persperent. His eye was baring his emotions--love--warmth--desire. The normal deep red was know a sunset pink. She saw that her gems were glowing as they always did when she was fighting or with Chichiri and he was touching her, kissing her, holding her, loving her, looking into her eyes.
"Me too and I'll take you there." He said as he took her there. He wrapped his arms around her as he slide so gently inside of her, and a sweet sigh escaped her lips. She felt him again and everytime she did it was like it was different: each time sweeter, deeper, more satisfying than the last. There was a feeling of fullness, of completeness when they were like this that almost sent her to the heavens and then back again. "I love you, Densetsu."
Their bodies moved as one, in a passionate, phsycial, and spiritaul dance. Each could feel their life forces increasing and becoming as one being. She loved him, she knew, and she could tell just by the look in his eye that he really did love her. "I love you as well, Chichir--" She gasped as he moved harder than he ever did inside of her. "Chichiri!..." She clenched her eyes tightly and dug her nails into his back.
"I told I would take you to the stars."
"And you did," she smiled and breathed raggedly.
"Not quite," he slowed his pace and pushed himself in and out of her ever so slowly. He continued, until she nearly screamed out in an overwhelming wave of sweet pleasure and then with a final thrust he released inside of her and their was a wonderful feeling of relief. He then lay beside her and held her in his arms and promised himself it would always be like this.
"I was raped..." Kakusei admitted to Tasuki as they sit side by side in his room. "I was raped!" she repeated louder to him, tears streaming down her face. "Tasu--" She couldn't even say his name, so ashamed and disappointed in herself that he would never be her first. "--ki" She gripped herself tightly thinking that Tasuki would never want to touch her ever again.
"You were raped?!" He breathed the reality sharply in. *You were raped. You did lose your innocence making love, somebody took it from you, and there was no desire, love, or passion. I couldn't believe that I didn't realize it. Everytime I tried to touch you you'd always whimper and hid back you tears. I don't believe I could be such a fool!!!!!!!* He took her into his arms with a word. "Even though this happened to you, I want you to know that--"
"Tasuki!" She buried her face into his chest and sobbed. Her entire body shook. "Make it all go away. Please!" She held tightly to him, so tightly. His eyes widedned.
*I wish I could, Kakusei,* he wanted to say. "But I can't..." His whole body went num, his heart frozen and the fire of his spirit began to die. "I love you, Kakusei."
"I love--" She choked on her words, and cried even harder, tears flooding out the world.
"That's alright, just cry as much I you want, I'll won't leave you tonight."
Part of her smiled at him, the other cried. "...I love you, Tasuki..."
They held each other, never letting go, never caring about tomorrow, never forgetting how much they loved each other.
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*Kakusei!... She's hurting... I must see her,* Mirakuru tried to sit up and then cried out in pain. "Aahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" She gripped her waist and chest with both of her hands and fell backwards back onto her bed. Wait a minute, this wasn't her bed at all. This one was fit for a king, a large bed, beautiful colors and decorations. Turning her head to the side she noticed a candle burning and a sword stained in blood. *Hotohori's sword.* She looked up at the ceiling. *I must be in his room.* "Hotohori..." she whispered softly, smiling slightly thinking of the kindness he had express towards to her friends and to her. . "Kakusei!" She then cried aloud. She forced herself up fighting the pain.
She bit her lip as she pushed herself to get up. *I have to make sure she's okay.* She stummbed but caught her balance on an end table. There the holy sword stand, leaning against the wall. She could see the stains of her own blood on it and then looked down at her chest and waist. They were covered in bandages. and they were stained pink from the bloody wounds beneath them. The covered her chest a great deal but the only thing for clothing she had was--well... nothing (An: I'm starting to see a pattern here, aren't you?! Ancient Chinese people are perverts!!! Just kidding!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ LOL!!!!!) She jumped back to her bed and looked around for her clothes. *Mmm...* She skimmed the room and finally spotted her ripped, bloody shirt, pants, and under clothes. She ran over and grabbed her panties and pants. *I don't like this anymore!* She shook her head back and forth, smiling to herself. And the wounded warrior stepped out of her bed and painfully, but surely walked to the door, supporting herself on the wall. "Almost... there..." She held her torso tightly. "Kakusei..."
The door slid open before she could reach it. "Mirakuru!" She looked up and saw a familiar man. "What are you doing?!" He caught her in his arms before she could hit the ground as she fell.
"Majesty!!" She blinked and then pushed past him. "I have to find Kakusei! She's hurting, and I can feel it!!!!!"
"No you're not!" He told her. "You're staying right here!! You can't go anywhere in your condition!!" He turned to stop her.
"Let me go! I need to see her!" She struggled to get away from him and then she could no longer feel the ground beneath her feet. "Stop!..." She was out of his arms and on the bed within seconds and he poised himself above her, his hands pinning her shoulders to the mattress, his eyes keeping her locked in place.
"You're stay put!" He frowned. "That's an order!"
"Since when are you my boss! You can't control me, I'm not of your country and you are not leader of the Suzaku warriors!" She frowned back at him. "Let me see her!" She pushed him away from her. She never let anything get in the way of her being there for a friend. Nothing! No even him. "Kakusei, she's--" His lips came down over hers. "Uh!" She stopped struggling and then her body relaxed. She gave into his and a sigh escaped her mouth Slowly he pulled away, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed. She thought that she could escape her desire for him but she was wrong. "Your highness?..." She breathed heavily and his finger tips went through her hair. "I..." She sighed. "Please, let me see her." Her head fell forward as if it were to heavy for her to hold up. "Please, highness... Please..."
She wanted to cry. She wanted to sleep. She wanted everything to be as it was before they picked up that stupid book at the library. But most of all she want Hotohori to disappear so she could stop the overwhelming need in her heart. Hotohori sighed. "Why do you call me that? Say my name, Mirakuru, please." He forced her eyes upon him. "The first person I ever loved was Miaka. She did not return my love and now--now that I finally found someone who cares me as much as you do, I'm not about to let you think of anyone but yourself. Don't think about hurting Nuriko. I'm sure his little crush on me is nothing more than infatuation. I want you to think of yourself. What do you want?" His eyes touched her whole body and then blinked softly and gracefully. "Now, please, so my name."
"Saihitei." She whispered shyly.
"No. Say my name, my Seishi name." His heart beat quickened, but he still seemed in control. "Say my name as you did just yesterday. Say it, Mirakuru, please."
"I can't," she cried.
"Why can't you?"
"Because, I--" She wanted to kiss him just that moment, as he had just done to her. "Hotohori!"
He was shocked when her arms when around him and his eyes went wide.
*Mirakuru.* His eyes closed and his arms circled around her. "Why can't you just be honest to yourself?"
"I've never trusted myself with matters of the heart. Because when I believed I was in love, my heart told me I wasn't. But now my heart and mind are finally agreeing. And they both point to you. Hotohori, I love you."
"I love you, too." Her grip on him tightened and he thought that she could never let go.
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Her lips soon met his. And this time she was the first to do it. Heart beats quickened and souls began dancing, something was igniting within both of them that was soon realized. Her back met the bed again and his body met hers though his robes. She knew that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She found that he tasted so sweet, and he also discovered she was more woman than he had realized. Her body was slim, her legs long, her eyes not of a child, her breasts full and the aching need for the touch of a man proved she was not a girl anymore, but a woman. "Be my wife--"
"..."
"Be my Emperess."
"Hoto--"
"Please spend the rest of you're life with me." His eyes filled with warmth and absolute honesty.
*He really does love me,* she thought to herself. *But how can he ask me that?! I still have enterance exams. My other friends and fans back home. I have my singing career and my own family. And a future--* She looked into his eyes. *But I guess it is my destiny to be a Senshi of Suzaku and to fight with the Suzaku Seishi to protect the Miko of Suzaku. And I have become so close to each of the warriors. Chichiri--afternoon fishing trips. Chiriko--debating on different intellectual subjects. Mitsukake--slight nods to each other instead of hellos, after a conversation about his deceased love, Shouka. Tamahome--intense training sessions and sometimes playful competetion. Tasuki--teasing and play fighting. Miaka--seeing who could eat faster just for the heck of it... of course she always won.* She couldn't help but smile. *Nuriko--almost always together. Staying up late and talking about everything. It really didn't bother me that he is kinda like a girl now that I think about it. But I can see that he's become more of a man everyday. And Hotohori--such calmness and a sweet smile. Long moments of just looking into each other's eyes only to have one of us turn away, to get away from the desire. I'd watch him during his meetings with his council and the way the urged him to take a bride the create an heir to the throne. I know he never liked to hear that. I saw the way he'd always sigh a little and then change the subject. And then I could feel him watching me as I sat by myself. Near the cherry blossem trees. My hair would blow in the wind and the the sky would shine. And there was even one time when it started to rain and his robes were wrapped around me before I could get wet. I love it when held me and then picked me up. He hurried back to the palace. He always ran so fast and never stopped, not until I was safe and dry. He's always been there to protect me, no matter how much I pushed him away.*
*She just keeps looking at me like she was--* He saw her smile at him and then he remembered just a few hours ago--
"Mirakuru!" Nuriko had cried. "Please be okay," he prayed. "I want to thank you for saving me and I want you to get better. You have to get better..."
She lay there, unconscious in his bed. Her hair undone, her face soiled with cuts. Mitsukake did his best to clean her up and when he attempted to replace her bandages, Nuriko insisted he did it. Each of the Seishi and Senshi visited her. Tamahome and Miaka. Chiriko. Desetsu and Chichiri. Daikonsen. And now Tasuki and Kakusei had just left the room. He himself stood in the corner of the room watching Nuriko talk to her.
"We're all so concerned for you. All of us. Me especially." He sighed. "You were so brave today, and you didn't give up and you risked your life just to save me. Do I really mean that much to you?..." he asked her without a reply.
"Yes, Nuriko. You mean the world to her. You are one of the most important people in her life. You taught her to believe in herself and thanks to you she is growing stronger everyday," Hotohori said to his friend.
Nuriko turned to face him. "You think so, Highness?"
"I believe it is so."
"Thank you, Majesty," Nuriko smiled slightly and then left the room.
He sat down beside her and just looked at her for the longest time. Soon enough her eyes opened and then she whispered to him. "You have been so kind to me. Thank you for protecting me..."
She blacked out again and then it arrived at the present time--
"Be your bride?..." She said very confused. "You want me to marry you, Hotohori?"
"Yes, I do."
She saw the warmth in his eyes and hearted raced. How can she love a man who deserved so much more? How can she understand her own power from within? How can she possibly explain her true feelings with just words?...
(An: Kind of a cliff hanger huh? He he!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Chichiri's hands went all over her body, from her head to her toes. From her hair to her heels. From her eyes to her ankles. From her lips to her knees. From her neck to her upper legs. From her breasts to her most private place. He explored her until he knew every inch of her body by touch. Her eyes followed him from her face down to her restless body. "Chichiri--"
"Tonight you're staying with me, and this time you're not leaving my bed," he said his one, but beautiful eye shinning down on her. They had made love before but she had been a little jumpy and skiddish. But tonight he intended on keeping her there, so she couldn't try to get away from the love and fire inside.
"I don't want to go any where, but," she drew his face close to her lips and she smiled, "to the stars." He smiled back at her and tasted her bare flesh. They both became intangled in the body heat and soon were slick with persperent. His eye was baring his emotions--love--warmth--desire. The normal deep red was know a sunset pink. She saw that her gems were glowing as they always did when she was fighting or with Chichiri and he was touching her, kissing her, holding her, loving her, looking into her eyes.
"Me too and I'll take you there." He said as he took her there. He wrapped his arms around her as he slide so gently inside of her, and a sweet sigh escaped her lips. She felt him again and everytime she did it was like it was different: each time sweeter, deeper, more satisfying than the last. There was a feeling of fullness, of completeness when they were like this that almost sent her to the heavens and then back again. "I love you, Densetsu."
Their bodies moved as one, in a passionate, phsycial, and spiritaul dance. Each could feel their life forces increasing and becoming as one being. She loved him, she knew, and she could tell just by the look in his eye that he really did love her. "I love you as well, Chichir--" She gasped as he moved harder than he ever did inside of her. "Chichiri!..." She clenched her eyes tightly and dug her nails into his back.
"I told I would take you to the stars."
"And you did," she smiled and breathed raggedly.
"Not quite," he slowed his pace and pushed himself in and out of her ever so slowly. He continued, until she nearly screamed out in an overwhelming wave of sweet pleasure and then with a final thrust he released inside of her and their was a wonderful feeling of relief. He then lay beside her and held her in his arms and promised himself it would always be like this.