Chapter 17: Ghosts of the Past
"Hotaru no chibi… Little Firefly," A sexual voice said to Kenjitsu, but there was a sadness there that wasn't usual. "Daikonsen…"
Fragrances tickled the girl's nose and slowly her eyes opened to see Tenshi looming over her. His red hair hung in his eyes and his eyes pierced the brief measurement between them. "Tenshi?" She felt his knees at the sides of her hips and his hands at her waist. Her face flushed when he came closer and kissed her nose. "Tenshi…"
"I've missed you," he brushed her hair out of her eyes, "And we need to talk." Her eyes sparked.
"About what?" She attempted to sit up but he pinned her in place. "Tenshi!" She frowned at him, but as she struggled she noticed a soft fabric slipping down her body and gasped when she saw that she was completely nude. "Ah!"
"Don't try to get away, it's useless." The way he said it scared her and she gasped as he allowed his body to settle on top of her. He was naked too, but she didn't no how to react when their bodies touched. The arms of this angel forced her even closer to her. "I've been thinking of you, and my sleep is restless, because I'm drowning like this, and I won't pull through without you by my side."
"Ten—" He slipped his tongue into her mouth and with each sweep she fell deeper and deeper under his spell. Kenjitsu kissed him back, and then slowly adjusted to the alien experience with such ease that the man thought it was possible that they had down this once before, maybe in her thoughts, maybe in his, maybe in both. *Tenshi,* she breathed and then immediately rekindled the kisses.
He pulled away, seemingly dazed with passion and her. His cheeks had reddened his eyes starry. "Do you love Tamahome?"
"What?!" She hesitated. "Tamahome? I—I don't know what you mean."
"It's so simple Daikonsen, do you love Tamahome, yes or no?" For a person of his status he was pretty jealous of a mortal. Then again everyone seemed to have a thing for the young man.
"I guess in a way I do." She licked her lips, tension growing as she realized what he was asking, what she knew she had to say.
"Daikonsen--" He frowned at her his eyes turning darker by the second.
"No! Tenshi! I don't love him!" She shook her head and struggled to get away from him. "I love you, I love you Suzaku!!!!"
"Wha--What did you call me?" Tenshi's eyes widened.
"Suzaku..." She whispered his name her eyes turning away. In fact it was true, Tenshi, Suzaku, they were one in the same. And then she looked back at him with a smile. Kenjitsu licked her fingers and brought them to his forehead. The skin colored powder was cleared and the charater of the chinese pheonix was beneath it. She held him as she kneeled infront of him.
"Hotaru..."
"Suzaku... Aishiteru... Aishiteru... I love you..."
His eyelids grew heavy and their lips brushed, and he took in what she said... "Hotaru no chibi... Aishiteru... Toyume Daikonsen... I love you..." The god pulled this mortal to him and their lip met. *No matter what, promise me... Promise me... That because of who I am... You will not see me differently...*
*It didn't even cross my mind, Suzaku...* He gasped, never knowing a human could have such powerful emotions, and he didn't quite understand this thing called love, but he liked it. "Tenshi," she said as they drew back, "I want to stay with you, tonight..."
"Alright koi..." He smiled and he leaned into her body, forcing her to her back. "Tonight it is..." He kissed each of her gems, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, and then her mouth. "Help me pierce the darkness, Hotaru... And like an angel watching, meet me when you're dreaming..."
"Hai, Houou..."
"Hotaru no chibi" means Little Firefly.
"Hotaru" means Firefly.
"Aishiteru" means I love you.
"Tenshi" means Angel.
"Koi" means lover.
"Hai" means Yes.
"Houou" means Pheonix.
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Daikonsen's eyes flashed opened hearing a loud sound not to far from her. The sound came from the emotional brunette. Mirakuru had slammed her fist into the wall of the palace. "Mirakuru!" Any sense of sleepiness was gone and she stumbled to her friend. "Mirakuru!!"
Again, as if Daikonsen's voice was unheard, she drew her bruised fist back and and harder then before slammed it against the denseness. The girl's arm drove into the wall slightly, but blood spotted the ground, then poured onto it. Navy eyes focused on the wounded limb with concerntration. Her gems blinked violently and a red energy surrounded her, but still she continued with the torture. Clenching her hand into a fist, red liquid slide down from her palm.
"Mirakuru!" Daikonsen finally reached her, and caught the girl's arm before she could do more. "What the Hell are you doing?" Frustration and confused sang out in her voice.
"Leave me alone, Daikonsen." She pulled away and stepped back. Their eyes locked for a moment, a sound came from her throat, "Hmm." Then she turned her back and walked away. After a few seconds, she stopped, again her arms slammed into the wall.
Daikonsen was behind her then, and she forced her eyes to hers. A hand slapped Mirakuru's face and the right side reddened. Their eyes stayed together for another moment, but she then turned away and continued walking.
"Hurting yourself won't solve anything!!" Still the Lady of Prayer did not look back. "Nuriko loves you yes, but don't you think this will make the situation worse." And she continued. "Damn you! You're an ignorant bitch, you're acting like a child: throwing tempertantrums and being foolish. Is that what you want Hotohori to see?!?!"
Finally Mirakuru stopped. Her back still turned. "Why do you persist?"
"You're my best friend, that's what I'm suppose to do."
"Mm." She looked over her shoulder, tears streaming down her face, a smile on her lips. "This way I don't feel the other pain inside."
"Don't run away from it, face it, I'll hold you up if you need me to."
Mirakuru ran back to Daikonsen, clinging to her for support. "Stand by me, that's all I ask. I know how pathetic I am, but I never wanted to hurt him. I don't like hurting people I care about it."
"Of course. Promise me you won't hurt yourself again."
"Okay," she whispered.
"Promise!"
"I promise." They sunk to their knees and Daikonsen held Mirakuru tightly to her, hoping no one would see them. The others didn't need to see her like this.
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"Chichiri?" Saikyo asked at a whisper, for some reason terrified of the person's identity. She clung tightly to Chichiri, closer then she had ever allowed herself to hold him. Chichiri's right arm held her in place and he skimmed the horizen with his one star of an eye.
"Who are you?" The dust cleared and a once thought dead figure stepped forward. Chichiri exhaled sharply. The woman approached them. She was slightly taller then Saikyo, maybe 5'5" or 5'6", but was older, atleast 22. "Kouran..."
Suddenly the Lady of Strength heard her heart beat, and she was filled with a fear she had never known before. *Kouran... Chichiri's... Fiancee...*
"Oh Houjun..." Kouran sighed. "Is this what happened as you tried to save Hikou?" She reached to touch the scar that had once been his left eye. For a moment he savored the touch of her hand, but then drew back. "Houjun..."
"You're not Kouran!" Chichiri shouted. "She died six years ago!" He backed away, and Saikyo was gently forced away.
"But I'm right here in front of you." Her eyes were a dark green, her hair brown. "You can see me, hear me, feel me--" She forced her lips upon his. "Taste me."
Before Saikyo could interrupt the kiss, Chichiri pushed Kouran away, leaving a distraught look on her face. "Don't you get it?!" Tears streamed down his face. "I don't love you. You are just a distant memory, I had almost fogotten! Just leave me be, don't you see I am happy as I am!!"
"Houjun!" Kouran shook her head in disbelief. "No! I love you! I love you! I never loved Hikou! I love you! I love you, Houjun!"
"His name is Chichiri." Saikyo said with spirit ringing in her voice.
"Hmm?!" Kouran's eyes focused on those of the vibrant young woman.
"He's a Suzaku Warrior. Destined to protect the Priestess of Suzaku." Kouran's eyes widened, and she turned back to Chichiri.
"Houjun?" He looked away from both of them.
"My name is Chichiri." He then looked back to her, but then turned back to Saikyo's eyes. "She's right." His eye heart filled with endearment for the girl standing beneath his gaze. "And she--she is then one I love now." She accepted the kiss that he placed on her lips but he kept it going, his tongue caressing hers, his soul reaching out for hers. And he got it, he lifted her up into his arms, and carried her away--away from the past he left behind, away from Kouran, and away from the anger he had began to feel.
"Houjun!" Her voice echoed. "Houjun!! Houjun!!" Slowly it faded away and then he would hear Saikyo crying out his name.
"Chichiri..." She shook as she felt him so close to being inside of her again.
"Saikyo..." He whispered, scared of her figuring out the pain he was feeling from going without her for relief for what seemed like an eternity. "I just want to touch you, feel you warm inside again."
A sigh escaped her lips, "All right... But call me by my name tonight." Their arms encircled each other and their eyes locked.
"Densetsu... Aishiteru--" He pushed himself inside of her, and quickly he released inside of her and the pain was gone. He panted, but then his bare back felt the softness of the sheets beneath him, hands laying him down.
Her body almost seemed to float over him, and he watched with intensity as he tried to predict what she'd do next. He couldn't of guessed that her hips would touch his and move with his again. "Aishiteru more than anything."
"Uh... Mmm..." He drew in long breathes and felt incredible pleasure and desire once again. He thought that Kouran was gone from his heart, but when her lips touched his something reopened that hadn't be heard of in a long, long time.
"Give it to me," she whispered in a sexy voice and carried him with wave after wave of pleasure the whole rest of the day, until about noon. But later she knew it would be different. They were leaving to search for the Shinzaho. Nothing could delay them any longer, so they had no choice but to go, but to try, to give it every last breath. And she knew this love would be tested but not just by Kouran, and Seiryuu, but by fate itself.
"Hotaru no chibi… Little Firefly," A sexual voice said to Kenjitsu, but there was a sadness there that wasn't usual. "Daikonsen…"
Fragrances tickled the girl's nose and slowly her eyes opened to see Tenshi looming over her. His red hair hung in his eyes and his eyes pierced the brief measurement between them. "Tenshi?" She felt his knees at the sides of her hips and his hands at her waist. Her face flushed when he came closer and kissed her nose. "Tenshi…"
"I've missed you," he brushed her hair out of her eyes, "And we need to talk." Her eyes sparked.
"About what?" She attempted to sit up but he pinned her in place. "Tenshi!" She frowned at him, but as she struggled she noticed a soft fabric slipping down her body and gasped when she saw that she was completely nude. "Ah!"
"Don't try to get away, it's useless." The way he said it scared her and she gasped as he allowed his body to settle on top of her. He was naked too, but she didn't no how to react when their bodies touched. The arms of this angel forced her even closer to her. "I've been thinking of you, and my sleep is restless, because I'm drowning like this, and I won't pull through without you by my side."
"Ten—" He slipped his tongue into her mouth and with each sweep she fell deeper and deeper under his spell. Kenjitsu kissed him back, and then slowly adjusted to the alien experience with such ease that the man thought it was possible that they had down this once before, maybe in her thoughts, maybe in his, maybe in both. *Tenshi,* she breathed and then immediately rekindled the kisses.
He pulled away, seemingly dazed with passion and her. His cheeks had reddened his eyes starry. "Do you love Tamahome?"
"What?!" She hesitated. "Tamahome? I—I don't know what you mean."
"It's so simple Daikonsen, do you love Tamahome, yes or no?" For a person of his status he was pretty jealous of a mortal. Then again everyone seemed to have a thing for the young man.
"I guess in a way I do." She licked her lips, tension growing as she realized what he was asking, what she knew she had to say.
"Daikonsen--" He frowned at her his eyes turning darker by the second.
"No! Tenshi! I don't love him!" She shook her head and struggled to get away from him. "I love you, I love you Suzaku!!!!"
"Wha--What did you call me?" Tenshi's eyes widened.
"Suzaku..." She whispered his name her eyes turning away. In fact it was true, Tenshi, Suzaku, they were one in the same. And then she looked back at him with a smile. Kenjitsu licked her fingers and brought them to his forehead. The skin colored powder was cleared and the charater of the chinese pheonix was beneath it. She held him as she kneeled infront of him.
"Hotaru..."
"Suzaku... Aishiteru... Aishiteru... I love you..."
His eyelids grew heavy and their lips brushed, and he took in what she said... "Hotaru no chibi... Aishiteru... Toyume Daikonsen... I love you..." The god pulled this mortal to him and their lip met. *No matter what, promise me... Promise me... That because of who I am... You will not see me differently...*
*It didn't even cross my mind, Suzaku...* He gasped, never knowing a human could have such powerful emotions, and he didn't quite understand this thing called love, but he liked it. "Tenshi," she said as they drew back, "I want to stay with you, tonight..."
"Alright koi..." He smiled and he leaned into her body, forcing her to her back. "Tonight it is..." He kissed each of her gems, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, and then her mouth. "Help me pierce the darkness, Hotaru... And like an angel watching, meet me when you're dreaming..."
"Hai, Houou..."
"Hotaru no chibi" means Little Firefly.
"Hotaru" means Firefly.
"Aishiteru" means I love you.
"Tenshi" means Angel.
"Koi" means lover.
"Hai" means Yes.
"Houou" means Pheonix.
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Daikonsen's eyes flashed opened hearing a loud sound not to far from her. The sound came from the emotional brunette. Mirakuru had slammed her fist into the wall of the palace. "Mirakuru!" Any sense of sleepiness was gone and she stumbled to her friend. "Mirakuru!!"
Again, as if Daikonsen's voice was unheard, she drew her bruised fist back and and harder then before slammed it against the denseness. The girl's arm drove into the wall slightly, but blood spotted the ground, then poured onto it. Navy eyes focused on the wounded limb with concerntration. Her gems blinked violently and a red energy surrounded her, but still she continued with the torture. Clenching her hand into a fist, red liquid slide down from her palm.
"Mirakuru!" Daikonsen finally reached her, and caught the girl's arm before she could do more. "What the Hell are you doing?" Frustration and confused sang out in her voice.
"Leave me alone, Daikonsen." She pulled away and stepped back. Their eyes locked for a moment, a sound came from her throat, "Hmm." Then she turned her back and walked away. After a few seconds, she stopped, again her arms slammed into the wall.
Daikonsen was behind her then, and she forced her eyes to hers. A hand slapped Mirakuru's face and the right side reddened. Their eyes stayed together for another moment, but she then turned away and continued walking.
"Hurting yourself won't solve anything!!" Still the Lady of Prayer did not look back. "Nuriko loves you yes, but don't you think this will make the situation worse." And she continued. "Damn you! You're an ignorant bitch, you're acting like a child: throwing tempertantrums and being foolish. Is that what you want Hotohori to see?!?!"
Finally Mirakuru stopped. Her back still turned. "Why do you persist?"
"You're my best friend, that's what I'm suppose to do."
"Mm." She looked over her shoulder, tears streaming down her face, a smile on her lips. "This way I don't feel the other pain inside."
"Don't run away from it, face it, I'll hold you up if you need me to."
Mirakuru ran back to Daikonsen, clinging to her for support. "Stand by me, that's all I ask. I know how pathetic I am, but I never wanted to hurt him. I don't like hurting people I care about it."
"Of course. Promise me you won't hurt yourself again."
"Okay," she whispered.
"Promise!"
"I promise." They sunk to their knees and Daikonsen held Mirakuru tightly to her, hoping no one would see them. The others didn't need to see her like this.
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"Chichiri?" Saikyo asked at a whisper, for some reason terrified of the person's identity. She clung tightly to Chichiri, closer then she had ever allowed herself to hold him. Chichiri's right arm held her in place and he skimmed the horizen with his one star of an eye.
"Who are you?" The dust cleared and a once thought dead figure stepped forward. Chichiri exhaled sharply. The woman approached them. She was slightly taller then Saikyo, maybe 5'5" or 5'6", but was older, atleast 22. "Kouran..."
Suddenly the Lady of Strength heard her heart beat, and she was filled with a fear she had never known before. *Kouran... Chichiri's... Fiancee...*
"Oh Houjun..." Kouran sighed. "Is this what happened as you tried to save Hikou?" She reached to touch the scar that had once been his left eye. For a moment he savored the touch of her hand, but then drew back. "Houjun..."
"You're not Kouran!" Chichiri shouted. "She died six years ago!" He backed away, and Saikyo was gently forced away.
"But I'm right here in front of you." Her eyes were a dark green, her hair brown. "You can see me, hear me, feel me--" She forced her lips upon his. "Taste me."
Before Saikyo could interrupt the kiss, Chichiri pushed Kouran away, leaving a distraught look on her face. "Don't you get it?!" Tears streamed down his face. "I don't love you. You are just a distant memory, I had almost fogotten! Just leave me be, don't you see I am happy as I am!!"
"Houjun!" Kouran shook her head in disbelief. "No! I love you! I love you! I never loved Hikou! I love you! I love you, Houjun!"
"His name is Chichiri." Saikyo said with spirit ringing in her voice.
"Hmm?!" Kouran's eyes focused on those of the vibrant young woman.
"He's a Suzaku Warrior. Destined to protect the Priestess of Suzaku." Kouran's eyes widened, and she turned back to Chichiri.
"Houjun?" He looked away from both of them.
"My name is Chichiri." He then looked back to her, but then turned back to Saikyo's eyes. "She's right." His eye heart filled with endearment for the girl standing beneath his gaze. "And she--she is then one I love now." She accepted the kiss that he placed on her lips but he kept it going, his tongue caressing hers, his soul reaching out for hers. And he got it, he lifted her up into his arms, and carried her away--away from the past he left behind, away from Kouran, and away from the anger he had began to feel.
"Houjun!" Her voice echoed. "Houjun!! Houjun!!" Slowly it faded away and then he would hear Saikyo crying out his name.
"Chichiri..." She shook as she felt him so close to being inside of her again.
"Saikyo..." He whispered, scared of her figuring out the pain he was feeling from going without her for relief for what seemed like an eternity. "I just want to touch you, feel you warm inside again."
A sigh escaped her lips, "All right... But call me by my name tonight." Their arms encircled each other and their eyes locked.
"Densetsu... Aishiteru--" He pushed himself inside of her, and quickly he released inside of her and the pain was gone. He panted, but then his bare back felt the softness of the sheets beneath him, hands laying him down.
Her body almost seemed to float over him, and he watched with intensity as he tried to predict what she'd do next. He couldn't of guessed that her hips would touch his and move with his again. "Aishiteru more than anything."
"Uh... Mmm..." He drew in long breathes and felt incredible pleasure and desire once again. He thought that Kouran was gone from his heart, but when her lips touched his something reopened that hadn't be heard of in a long, long time.
"Give it to me," she whispered in a sexy voice and carried him with wave after wave of pleasure the whole rest of the day, until about noon. But later she knew it would be different. They were leaving to search for the Shinzaho. Nothing could delay them any longer, so they had no choice but to go, but to try, to give it every last breath. And she knew this love would be tested but not just by Kouran, and Seiryuu, but by fate itself.