Plura Ater Nox

Chapter 14

Author's Notes: I apologise in advance for making Tomo a nasty bastard, but my reasons are simply to assist in the advancement of the plot. Later on, it'll be explained why he does what he does in this part.

Dressed in simply just her lingerie, Aimée found solace in the small powder room where the women could go to freshen up. She her self hadn't the chance in a while, for she had been occupied with trying to get her documents back in order and keep an established line of contact with the White Rose, who were an excellent source for information.

She now sat on the stool in front of a vanity mirror at the power room's boudoir, a soft, breathless sigh escaping her. Listlessly she fingered her limp, greasy hair. She hadn't the chance to properly wash it lately. It wasn't due to lack of time but more because she found that the hawkish gaze of Lieutenant Van Eyke followed her everywhere, making her feel uncomfortable with doing anything.

Sighing, she grasped her brush, she undid her loosely tumbling braid with her left hand, running her fingers through the long tresses. Once she had a large section over her shoulder, she grasped it, gently running the brush through waist length burgundy hair, ensuring she did ten strokes of the brush before moving to grasp the next part.

She had her eyes shut; thus she never noticed the figure that slipped into the power room, unseen. She never heard the click of the door as it was locked. She gasped once the lurking secretive figure touched a hand to her face.

"Primping up in front of the vanity mirror, you haven't change, have you, Soi? Still the painted trollop, are you?!" Lieutenant Van Eyke softly cackled, removing the brush from Aimée's grasp. "You won't be needing that, what you need is to listen."

"What? What do you want, Tomo?" She replied scathing, her greyish-blue eyes flaring haughtily with indignation as she stood up to her feet, scrambling away from him, feeling self-conscience. She held her arms over her bosom, for she was still merely attired in her lingerie and nothing more.

"I want you, but I'll cut you a fair deal." Lieutenant Van Eyke replied, cornering the young French woman.

He cupped her chin in his slender hand. "You have two choices, either serve me as a proper mistress or your little group faces exposure. You will not resist simply because I'm giving you a chance to have fun with your own pathetic resistance, however, failure to co-operate with means several things."

" No! I won't let you get away with that, nor will I go along with it. I will not be your bed warmer! I'm no one's prostitute!" Aimée exclaimed, hatred and disgust dripping from her voice at the proposal uttered by the man.

"Being pigheaded. Somehow that fails to shock me." Lieutenant Van Eyke coolly remarked, cupping her chin in his grasp. His face was inches from hers. "Now, I'm giving you a chance to do as you please. I personally don't want to be at this place, nor am I allowed to let such dissent brew beneath my sights. I want to rise up and get rank, I can't allow this point to be insecure nor report any dissent. Now, I'm allowing you the chance to keep your little résistance in exchange for what I have proposed."

"I don't care, nor do I give a damn if you get rank. I spit on the success of you and those evil nationalist!" Aimée spat angrily. "I don't care what you do, but I refuse to do what you want!"

"You're being quite irrational, mad I might add."

"I'm being rational. You're being frightfully indecent."

"You're being rational? If you were, you would have agreed and spared your comrades the displeasure of being converted to bed warmers."

"Ce qui??" Aimée stared aghast at the former Seiryuu Seishi, Tomo. "Non....non!" She shook her head forcefully. "I will not allow it!"

"You won't, so you therefore agree?" Lieutenant Van Eyke replied, smirking, his lips barely touching hers. "I knew you would see it my way, Soi. Don't worry, I'll leave you in tact for your precious Nakago. That is, if he's still your knight in shining armour, but he won't know your here. My spies are highly efficient and won't allow him to grasp any meaningful evidence he needs."

"Spies?!" Aimée swallowed reflexively too scared to move now that she felt his body pressing against her, his lips almost touching hers.

"Oh yes, very well trained. Especially my lead right man, Wherther Yorck." The German officer replied. "He's even located several people of interest to any former Seishi, such as Suzaku Seishi, Chichiri, Hotohori, Tasuki. He has been 'working' for your Nakago, who is nothing more than a pawn for the American army."

She sighed plaintively at the thought of Nakago. 'He's an ally! Oh, I knew he was always a good man. He'll be leading his own faction into France and other parts to free it!'

Before she had been able to reply, she was pushed against the wall, her mouth trapped by that of Lieutenant Van Eyke's. His kiss was fiercely aggressive. His free hand moved to slip under her loose fitting slip, to grasp the clasp of her brazier to cup her left breast. His hand gently squeezed, feeling it, touching before it slipped down her lithe form, tugging at the elastic band of her under panties.

Her greyish-blue eyes were wide with stunned shock. Cessation lanced her body in a jolt of fear. She couldn't move, she was too scared and shocked. She didn't know what to do; her eyes could only stare in utter disbelief at the man who held her in place. She yelped against his demanding mouth as she felt his hand grope; fondle her breast before trailing his hand down to brush over her female parts.

Tears of fear streamed her face and a shiver consumed her body. She didn't know what he would do to her. She was at her mercy and too scared to think straight and do anything.

Pressing his body against hers, he rubbed, thrusting his erection against her vagina, the fabric the only thing stopping him from any form of penetration into her narrow virginal passage. But it didn't inhibit his hand from grasping, caressing her vagina; a slender finger tracing around the entrance.

A thin, suffocated cry came from Aimée. She was powerless at the hands of this merciless man. She felt violated. She shut her eyes, her psyche invaded by images from her past life; the same feelings that she felt now; the same feelings of violation and fear as men exploited her for sexual favours.

"Non...non... arrêt. Arrêtez-le maintenant..." She pleaded, her voice cracking. She tried to pull away, barely any decent distance between hers and his mouth. "No more. Please, no. I agree, but please, don't push me like this any more...I'm scared...please...sir..."

* No, no, stop it...

"You are?!" Lieutenant Van Eyke replied almost mockingly. "Very well, then would you care to report to my quarters in thirty. Perhaps you can get comfy and not feel scared."

He pulled back. "So you do comply with the deal?!"

"Oui monsieur." She replied in a whisper, her eyes turn down.

"Trés bien." He purred, smirking. With that, he turned and left the room.

She shuddered.

She felt unclean.

She felt violated.

Fear constricted around her stomach, making her feel ill; sick. She felt paralysis from the constriction, unable to move.

Her throat felt tight, as he closed, making it hard for her to breathe. The closure created the illusion of suffocation. Her hand unconsciously rose to massage it, as she tried to digest the horror she had been exposed to. It frightened her to think that the man once known as Seiryuu Seishi, Tomo, could be so nasty and vindictive. She knew he could be cold, feelingless, calculating with an unmatching thirst for success. But this was a whole new side to him. Perhaps it was hidden or perhaps it was new.

Shaking, she sank to the floor, breaking down into hysterical sobs. She couldn't do anything more, fear consumed every aspect of her being.

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Secluded in the confinements of his room, the mysterious monk who possessed the ability to summon forth demons from the other realm held a radio communicator microphone in hand. A thin malicious smirk was over his lips as he, in his free hand held a quill, writing down instructions in hand as he received information from his base back in Germany.

He had finished relaying what bits he had discovered. "Ja hat das Recht. Die amerikanische britische Koalition zwischen Kapitän Stonewall und Andreas ist unterwegs mit eben gezeichneten Männern vom IRA zum Dienen sie. Über."

* Yes, that's right. The American British coalition between Captain Stonewall and Andreas is underway with newly drafted men from the IRA to serve them. Over.

He paused, taking a breath.

"Leutnant, würde es Sie interessieren, zu wissen, daß sie auch Training Militärkräfte aufwenden. Nachdem ich innen gehört habe, kann ich sicher sagen, daß sie auf dem Versuchen, ihre eigene Version von unserem Blitzkrieg zu erstellen planen."

* Lieutenant, it would interest you to know that they are also using training military forces. After listening in, I can confidently say that they plan on trying to create their own version of our Blitzkrieg.

The lieutenant who had priory been in the powder chambers with Aimée was now back in his room, corresponding with his right man about recently gathered details as well as recounting older information that had been thoroughly confirmed with additional investigation.

He thinly smirked. "Ausgezeichnet. Noch etwas? Irgendwelche weiteren Informationen über die Möglichkeit von irgendwie mehr Seishi?"

* Excellent. Anything more? Any further information about the possibility of there being more Seishi?

"Ja. Es scheint, daß zwei der IRA-Aufrührer, die vom Fräulein Llwellyn erwähnt worden sind, ist einer jener Zwillinge, spezifisch das jüngere." The agent replied. He kept a level voice through his response. He was strictly business.

* Yes. It seems that two of the IRA rebels that have been mentioned by Miss Llwellyn, is one of those twins, specifically the younger one.

Agent Yorck shuffled the papers he had, searching for the extra documents he had lifted from the receptionist's desk. The papers had been left when another scout had been forcefully escorted out. The papers were quite useful. It documents the skills of various rebels that were to be hired into the mission.

He had chosen a segregated church to do his transmission of data from. It would provide him with a decent cover till the allies were to find out crucial battle information was being sent into the hands of the nationalists.

The agent himself didn't care for success or fame. He was merely in this profession because it meant a chance to screw over some weak people. He had no other reason. He didn't wish for the success of his nation, or for anyone else. He merely enjoyed in his ancient sadistic way the struggle that the simple creatures known as humans floundered through.

His justification for returning such sensitive classified information to the nationalists was simply that he was working with a strong force. For it to be kept alive, it must continue to thrive off the source of the weakness.

He smirked. He had plans for this lieutenant once this battle information was returned to headquarters, he would kill the man. The man was of no use other than to serve as a medium between two points. Once that was done, the lieutenant would have no other purpose other than to die.

'When I say I kill I'm going to kill him, he has no option but to die.' Agent Yorck grinned most cruelly. He had full intentions to ensure that those who were weak would be used and thrown out like a snot rag. He had destroyed others like a Kleenex at a snot party. It was his utmost enjoyable pastime, aside from screwing over the allies.

'He doesn't need to know that they plan to move in on his base because he's going to be dead before then. All he has to know is that they are now using the IRA. He also knows that the Seiryuu and Suzaku Seishi are all in this world.'

He sighed. 'I could let them kill him, as he has almost outlived his practicality and usefulness, however, how do I know he'll transfer this back to headquarters. Perhaps if I give bait he'll turn it back over...'

Licking his bottom lip, he pressed the on button again. "Van Eyke, es gibt etwas, das vom Interesse zu Ihnen ist. Die Verbündeten unter dem Befehl der Kapitäne Stonewall und Andreas planen, den Bearish um die französische Küste einzudringen. Der Ort der Landung ist diesmal unbekannt."

* There is something that is of interest to you. The allies under the command of Captains Stonewall and Andreas plan to invade the area around the French coast. The place of landing is unknown at this time.

Agent Wherther Yorck paused in mid-sentence. He hadn't completed his transmission, but had to stop to contemplate the more direct approach for assuring that this useless lieutenant returned this information to home base before he was to be killed.

He added: "Es ist am entscheidendsten, daß dieses zurück bald berichtet wird. Wenn nicht, wird Ihre Verwendungsfähigkeit im Tod gefolgert."

* It's most crucial that this is reported back soon. If not, your usefulness will be concluded in death.

With that, he terminated the transmission.

Over on the other end, a thin growl of discontent came from Lieutenant Johan Van Eyke. He loathed this spy with the full of his essence and longed for this thing to be thoroughly exterminated. He hadn't liked Miboshi, past present or future.

The man was too callous and detached from humanity. As far as the lieutenant was concerned, this agent was only good for gathering information and the task of infiltration and the list ended there.

'I will not let that thing get away with killing me, nor order me about as though I'm a mere minion of his. To hell with that, I'm not turning this back over. I'll protect the coast myself and get my much-deserved recognition for it!'

With that, he thrust the papers with the written report with a mighty burst of anger into the fire, watching the pages curls and blacken, becoming nothing more than ashen remains. He didn't need this agent any more. He had all he needed.

'Nakago is coming here. I can get something out of him. He was always very useful, though not much for taking direct physical action. He took too much pity on his victims. He was too human, his utmost failing.' Lieutenant Van Eyke rationalised, taking a nail file from the nightstand and filing his short nails.

Though he didn't keep them long like he had as Seiryuu Seishi, Tomo (or Ruo Chuin), he prided himself on having nicely manicured hands despite being a soldier in the military. He was utmost required to fight. If not for that, he'd have long, elegant nails and long flowing hair.

He had to get along with the short chin length hair and short nails he had instead. Even though he appeared to be something of a shadow of his past self, he still bore an air of eloquence to his stride and bold flourishing arrogance. His persona remained on the same train tracks of long gone years. He wasn't a parallel reflection; he lived on, his legacy following him.

His legacy, though known by only just the Seishi, didn't leave him upon death or reincarnation; it trailed loyally behind him. Lieutenant Van Eyke knew he hadn't been favourable as a person around the other Seishi and oft regarded as the cold manipulative one. He admired the title he earned himself.

Placing the nail file on the table, he stripped off his jacket, his sights out the window, staring out into the night sky. His eyes rested on the gently rolling waves, as the water lapped over the beach. The beach was quite a distance away, but it was within sight.

He shut his eyes, listening. The sound of the wind on the ocean and the water was most soothing. He sighed. 'Just like Seiryuu....'