Pure Snow
Chapter 17
loupgarou7
Hmmm...I think I'm going to have to say this is R rated just for this chapter coz of the strong language.
OMG! It's been so long since I updated!!! SweetKawaiiAngel and other's who've been still wondering 1/2 a
year after my last update when the next chapter's going to come out! This is for you!
"Usagi-san. There's a message from Mamoru-san."
"P-Pluto!" Usagi exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" She took a moment to look around at the empty
space around her. "Where is here anyway?"
"This is your dream. Please listen carefully. Your destiny has changed slightly. I considered going
back in time to correct the mistake, but Ma-"
"wait, what change? That Nakago kidnapped me?"
"No, that was a part of your planned fate, but what was not was that you would fall in love with the
Suzaku shichi seishi known as Tasuki."
"I'm not!" she interrupted startled.
"Usagi-san, your senshi themselves acknowldge this as does Mamoru."
"They...wait...he? When did he come back?"
"Mamoru came from Harvard for vacation. When he heard of your situation he told me to tell you this:
He wants you to have happiness. Find out who you love. He wants you to pursue a relationship with
him."
"But I don't-!"
"You do, Princess. You do. Now go wake up and find out if that love is real."
"Setsuna-san, I've been hiding this for a while...but I know. I know that you liked him*. So, I want
you to take your own advice."
"Princess! That's preposterous! I don't-!"
"You do."
"...No matter what happens, always remember that my loyalties lie with you."
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"Hey you! Drop that book right now!" Rei finally deciding on an approach burst into the Reference room.
Keisuke bewildered dropped and backed away from the book fully expecting to be arrested. His jaw dropped
as he glances to the door not to see a fully armed security guard but rather saw a gorgeous raven-haired
girl standing at the doorway...for a second before she made a mad dash for the book.
Keisuke coming to his senses, too, scrambled for the book. The next few moments would be permanently
burned into his memory for his entire life time. He reached for the book straining with all his strength
to reach it first. He saw her hand grab it first before he, too, reached it and his body collided with
hers sending them flying to the bookshelf where the old, weathered oak shelf creaked and swayed before
promptly falling over on top of them sending musty old novels falling to the ground and them and
creating a cloud of dust.
"Mmm.." he heard a groan from underneath him, and when he dared to open his eyes, he saw nothing but
darkness. He got up on his hands and knees, pushing the shelf up by his back, but he frowned as he
felt something funny. His left hand was feeling something different than his right. Whatever he was
grabbing it was soft, warm, and -he took a moment to squeeze it- definitely squishy. The realization
of what it was dawned on him the same time the shriek came from underneath him, "MY VIRGIN BREAST!
YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!"
And it sure as hell wasn't an easy memory to forget of keeping the bookshelf from collapsing on both him
and a girl currently rabidly pummeling away at his face.
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"Tasuki?" A tentative voice called out as she knocked lightly on the door. Pausing for a few moments,
she tried the handle hoping the bandit had been right in telling her he was here. It opened easily
and she took cautious steps inside. It was an ordinary bedroom, like the others with a bed on one side
and a desk on the other. Presently Tasuki sat at the desk, but not without company. In front of him were
two empty bottled of sake and four full ones awaiting their fate.
Usagi shifted on her feet nervously. She really wanted to talk to him. About what she wasn't so sure
but she was sure that if they just talked... But she wanted to talk to Tasuki Tasuki, not the drunk,
dancing on the table Tasuki.
Her musings were interrupted as he got up, the chair scraping on the stone floor, and Usagi stood
frozen at the doorway. Turning towards her, he gazed at her sharply pinning her feet to the ground,
and Usagi mentally kicked herself. What had she been doing. What had she been expecting to talk to
him about? Why was she so STUPID???
"Usagi..." he mumbled softly, looking to the dull brown floor.
No, this wouldn't be a dancing, happy, drunk Tasuki. This was a serious, drunk Tasuki. Somehow, she
wished more for the happy one. "Umm...you know, Tasuki, I was thinking...why don't we decorate the
place and have a party? I mean this place gets kind of boring and-"
"Don't," he interrupted, his voice as hard as diamond. "Don't try to change the subject."
"Ehehe," she laughed weakly, "Oh, you mean we were on a subject?" She smiled weakly trying
desperately to not notice the heavy air that hung over them.
"Tell me why," he said. Usagi decided she definitly didn't like the fact that she couldn't see his
eyes, and hated it even more that he was currently making his way towards her dragging his feet
on the ground sending up small flurries of dirt.
"E-Excuse me?" she squeeked. She instinctively backed away. Her eyes widened as she felt her
back hit something and cursed in her mind as she heard a clicking sound and realized that she had
unintentionally just shut the door of the room. Despite the little voice in her head telling her that
backing away even more would just push herself further into a corner, she ignored it putting instincts
first. As she felt the rough wood of the door on the back of her ceremonial outfit, she thought three
things.
1. She was still her tight, silk ceremonial outfit, and it was currently flashing her legs and cleavage
like crazy with its high slits and low V-neck.
2. He might not be serious drunk Tasuki. He may be angry drunk Tasuki.
And 3. The unsanded wood against her back would serve great for a back scratching.
She gulped hoping for someone, anyone, to come and interrupt the moment. She was indecisive at times.
She knew that, but she just wanted time. She needed time. That's why she had come here. To mull over
Setsuna's words, to attempt to take them to heart, and most of all to confirm what these feelings were
that she had for him. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready. She squeezed her eyes shut, as Tasuki finally
reached her.
As she felt something touch her face, she automatically flinched. If her eyes had been open, she would've
seen the flash of pain run through his golden eyes. "Tell me why every girl I've always liked always likes
someone else," he said hoarsely, his voice choked with emotion. He touched her cheek once again and this
time she did not flinch. "Tell me why I burn with the thought of you with another," he ran his hands
through her soft, golden hair as they slid off his fingers like silk. "Tell me why I so desperately
don't want you to go home," he slid his hands down her cheek warm from the heat radiating from her
blush, and traced the outlines of her sensual lips with his calloused fingers. "I'm a bandit, so
tell me why I shouldn't steal you away from your Endymoin."
Her eyes snapped open, her crystalline orbs full of confusion, wonder, and if you looked deeper
happiness. "How do you know..?"
"I saw it through your eyes during the ceremony. He's your lover," he spat out bitterly.
"I-!" She said squickly, her voice tinted with a note of desperation, but paused. "I don't know
about that anymore..."
And that was all he needed. Leaning forward, he caught her lips with his own and engaged her in a
searing kiss that spread through her body like wildfire. Although the kiss itself was on the whole
chaste, the burning passion inside him conveyed through his lips was what made her heart beat so
fast and herself arch up for more. He pulled her closer to him and Usagi now instead of backing
against the wooden door, pressed herself closer to him craving for his touch, his warmth, and
his scent. Just as their kissing was becoming more longing and passionate, just as his arm pulled
her as close as possible, just as Usagi could no longer feel where her skin ended and his began,
he broke the kiss pulling away as they both with flushed faces gasped for breath. Brought back down
to reality to the position she was in, she blushed and looked downwards, but did not try to pull
away, a fact with which Tasuki was overjoyed with.
He pushed away his escatic feelings for a more serious question he had to ask her. "If you want we can stop.
We can just forget everything that happened and you can go home to _him_, innocent of everything
that happened." Taking his hand he brushed it across her cheek, savoring the feel of her smooth skin.
"I..." Usagi paused, "I never thought myself as decisive. At school I'd resolve to do my best but
I always lacked the will to bring myself to study and do homework. But I always thought that I was unwavering
in love. Sure, I checked out guys at the mall, but for me it was all or nothing. And I never met another
who made me want to give my all to him like Mamo-chan, or as you know him Endymoin." The light from Tasuki's
eyes went out consumed by the darkness of despair, and no longer wishing to be in her arms, he made a move
to get away, but her hands clung steadfastly, and her clear eyes looked in to his unwavering. "But Tasuki,
that's what I thought before I met you."
His eyes softened and he held her tight, running his fingers through his hair and simply enjoying the
feel of her body next to his. Suddenly he felt her body shaking and bewildered he pulled her away
to see that she indeed was crying.
"Usagi, Whats wrong? Does it hurt?" Tasuki asked alarmed, and all she could do was shake her head in the
midst of her sobs. Her throat was too choked up, her vision too blurred, and her heart too full to express
the reason why she was crying. And even if she did explain she doubted he would understand tears for
anything but sorrow. And so she cried for the sadness of shedding her first boyfriend, but more largely
for the beauty of it all, the fact that she had met Tasuki, that she loved him, and that she could be at
such peace with him.
"Genro, you bastard!" A muffled voice shouted from behind the doorway before it was flung open catching
Usagi square in the back of the head. Sakura rushed inside a second later her cheeks flamed with anger.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to...Usagi...chan..." Sakura finished off her sentence lamely
sheepishly grinning at Genro glaring at her from the floor with Usagi's still body in his arms, a nasty
welt on her head swelling quickly.
Kouji a minute later appeared by Sakura's side. "Oops. Sorry bout that, Genro, but when we were passing
by it really sounded like you were doing something ecchi with her."
"E..E.E...ECCHI!?!?" Tasuki shouted covering between being complete embarressed or uncontrollably angery.
Kouji and Sakura decided that it would be safest to escape in this moment of equivocating between the two.
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"Hotohori!!!~" Miaka called out cheerfully running down the hallway to the throne room. As she
ran in throwing the gold plated doors open she attempted to skid to a stop before crashing into
the desk Hotohori was bent over ordering this and that and signing these documents and those
documents. Attempted. Unfortunately the lavish rug decided to stick to the soles of Miaka's
school shoes, and she backwards disappearing from Hotohori's view behind the desk.
"Miaka!" Hotohori stood up alarmed, "Are you alright?"
"Fine fine!" Miaka sprang up genki as ever beaming. "Good thing for those martial arts lessons from
Tamahome! I remembered to keep my head up this time when falling down! But Hotohori...I have a favor
to ask!" She clapped her hands together in prayer position bowing her head.
Hotohori smiled and sat down again assured that she was safe. "What is it, Miaka?"
"Can we pleaaaasse go to Mount Reikaku and visit Tasuki and Usagi-chan? PLEASE!!! I really want to
surprise them and see how they're doing!"
Hotohori frowned. "Well, they'd be coming home anyway in approximately two weeks..." He watched as
Miaka's face fell her hopes dashed. "...But I suppose that it wouldn't hurt. I know how staying for
so long in this palace has bored you."
"REALLY??? WAI!" Miaka flung herself over the desk giving Hotohori a huge hug and ran off shouting
"I'll tell the others!"
Hotohori sighed and resigned himself to picking up the papers that Miaka had scattered on the floor
as she had pulled herself off his desk.
Hmmm...the scene with Keisuke and Rei...chliched enough you think?
*In the manga I heard there were hints of an unrequited love on Setsuna's part for Endymoin.
Chapter 17
loupgarou7
Hmmm...I think I'm going to have to say this is R rated just for this chapter coz of the strong language.
OMG! It's been so long since I updated!!! SweetKawaiiAngel and other's who've been still wondering 1/2 a
year after my last update when the next chapter's going to come out! This is for you!
"Usagi-san. There's a message from Mamoru-san."
"P-Pluto!" Usagi exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" She took a moment to look around at the empty
space around her. "Where is here anyway?"
"This is your dream. Please listen carefully. Your destiny has changed slightly. I considered going
back in time to correct the mistake, but Ma-"
"wait, what change? That Nakago kidnapped me?"
"No, that was a part of your planned fate, but what was not was that you would fall in love with the
Suzaku shichi seishi known as Tasuki."
"I'm not!" she interrupted startled.
"Usagi-san, your senshi themselves acknowldge this as does Mamoru."
"They...wait...he? When did he come back?"
"Mamoru came from Harvard for vacation. When he heard of your situation he told me to tell you this:
He wants you to have happiness. Find out who you love. He wants you to pursue a relationship with
him."
"But I don't-!"
"You do, Princess. You do. Now go wake up and find out if that love is real."
"Setsuna-san, I've been hiding this for a while...but I know. I know that you liked him*. So, I want
you to take your own advice."
"Princess! That's preposterous! I don't-!"
"You do."
"...No matter what happens, always remember that my loyalties lie with you."
********************************************************************************************
"Hey you! Drop that book right now!" Rei finally deciding on an approach burst into the Reference room.
Keisuke bewildered dropped and backed away from the book fully expecting to be arrested. His jaw dropped
as he glances to the door not to see a fully armed security guard but rather saw a gorgeous raven-haired
girl standing at the doorway...for a second before she made a mad dash for the book.
Keisuke coming to his senses, too, scrambled for the book. The next few moments would be permanently
burned into his memory for his entire life time. He reached for the book straining with all his strength
to reach it first. He saw her hand grab it first before he, too, reached it and his body collided with
hers sending them flying to the bookshelf where the old, weathered oak shelf creaked and swayed before
promptly falling over on top of them sending musty old novels falling to the ground and them and
creating a cloud of dust.
"Mmm.." he heard a groan from underneath him, and when he dared to open his eyes, he saw nothing but
darkness. He got up on his hands and knees, pushing the shelf up by his back, but he frowned as he
felt something funny. His left hand was feeling something different than his right. Whatever he was
grabbing it was soft, warm, and -he took a moment to squeeze it- definitely squishy. The realization
of what it was dawned on him the same time the shriek came from underneath him, "MY VIRGIN BREAST!
YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!"
And it sure as hell wasn't an easy memory to forget of keeping the bookshelf from collapsing on both him
and a girl currently rabidly pummeling away at his face.
********************************************************************************************
"Tasuki?" A tentative voice called out as she knocked lightly on the door. Pausing for a few moments,
she tried the handle hoping the bandit had been right in telling her he was here. It opened easily
and she took cautious steps inside. It was an ordinary bedroom, like the others with a bed on one side
and a desk on the other. Presently Tasuki sat at the desk, but not without company. In front of him were
two empty bottled of sake and four full ones awaiting their fate.
Usagi shifted on her feet nervously. She really wanted to talk to him. About what she wasn't so sure
but she was sure that if they just talked... But she wanted to talk to Tasuki Tasuki, not the drunk,
dancing on the table Tasuki.
Her musings were interrupted as he got up, the chair scraping on the stone floor, and Usagi stood
frozen at the doorway. Turning towards her, he gazed at her sharply pinning her feet to the ground,
and Usagi mentally kicked herself. What had she been doing. What had she been expecting to talk to
him about? Why was she so STUPID???
"Usagi..." he mumbled softly, looking to the dull brown floor.
No, this wouldn't be a dancing, happy, drunk Tasuki. This was a serious, drunk Tasuki. Somehow, she
wished more for the happy one. "Umm...you know, Tasuki, I was thinking...why don't we decorate the
place and have a party? I mean this place gets kind of boring and-"
"Don't," he interrupted, his voice as hard as diamond. "Don't try to change the subject."
"Ehehe," she laughed weakly, "Oh, you mean we were on a subject?" She smiled weakly trying
desperately to not notice the heavy air that hung over them.
"Tell me why," he said. Usagi decided she definitly didn't like the fact that she couldn't see his
eyes, and hated it even more that he was currently making his way towards her dragging his feet
on the ground sending up small flurries of dirt.
"E-Excuse me?" she squeeked. She instinctively backed away. Her eyes widened as she felt her
back hit something and cursed in her mind as she heard a clicking sound and realized that she had
unintentionally just shut the door of the room. Despite the little voice in her head telling her that
backing away even more would just push herself further into a corner, she ignored it putting instincts
first. As she felt the rough wood of the door on the back of her ceremonial outfit, she thought three
things.
1. She was still her tight, silk ceremonial outfit, and it was currently flashing her legs and cleavage
like crazy with its high slits and low V-neck.
2. He might not be serious drunk Tasuki. He may be angry drunk Tasuki.
And 3. The unsanded wood against her back would serve great for a back scratching.
She gulped hoping for someone, anyone, to come and interrupt the moment. She was indecisive at times.
She knew that, but she just wanted time. She needed time. That's why she had come here. To mull over
Setsuna's words, to attempt to take them to heart, and most of all to confirm what these feelings were
that she had for him. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready. She squeezed her eyes shut, as Tasuki finally
reached her.
As she felt something touch her face, she automatically flinched. If her eyes had been open, she would've
seen the flash of pain run through his golden eyes. "Tell me why every girl I've always liked always likes
someone else," he said hoarsely, his voice choked with emotion. He touched her cheek once again and this
time she did not flinch. "Tell me why I burn with the thought of you with another," he ran his hands
through her soft, golden hair as they slid off his fingers like silk. "Tell me why I so desperately
don't want you to go home," he slid his hands down her cheek warm from the heat radiating from her
blush, and traced the outlines of her sensual lips with his calloused fingers. "I'm a bandit, so
tell me why I shouldn't steal you away from your Endymoin."
Her eyes snapped open, her crystalline orbs full of confusion, wonder, and if you looked deeper
happiness. "How do you know..?"
"I saw it through your eyes during the ceremony. He's your lover," he spat out bitterly.
"I-!" She said squickly, her voice tinted with a note of desperation, but paused. "I don't know
about that anymore..."
And that was all he needed. Leaning forward, he caught her lips with his own and engaged her in a
searing kiss that spread through her body like wildfire. Although the kiss itself was on the whole
chaste, the burning passion inside him conveyed through his lips was what made her heart beat so
fast and herself arch up for more. He pulled her closer to him and Usagi now instead of backing
against the wooden door, pressed herself closer to him craving for his touch, his warmth, and
his scent. Just as their kissing was becoming more longing and passionate, just as his arm pulled
her as close as possible, just as Usagi could no longer feel where her skin ended and his began,
he broke the kiss pulling away as they both with flushed faces gasped for breath. Brought back down
to reality to the position she was in, she blushed and looked downwards, but did not try to pull
away, a fact with which Tasuki was overjoyed with.
He pushed away his escatic feelings for a more serious question he had to ask her. "If you want we can stop.
We can just forget everything that happened and you can go home to _him_, innocent of everything
that happened." Taking his hand he brushed it across her cheek, savoring the feel of her smooth skin.
"I..." Usagi paused, "I never thought myself as decisive. At school I'd resolve to do my best but
I always lacked the will to bring myself to study and do homework. But I always thought that I was unwavering
in love. Sure, I checked out guys at the mall, but for me it was all or nothing. And I never met another
who made me want to give my all to him like Mamo-chan, or as you know him Endymoin." The light from Tasuki's
eyes went out consumed by the darkness of despair, and no longer wishing to be in her arms, he made a move
to get away, but her hands clung steadfastly, and her clear eyes looked in to his unwavering. "But Tasuki,
that's what I thought before I met you."
His eyes softened and he held her tight, running his fingers through his hair and simply enjoying the
feel of her body next to his. Suddenly he felt her body shaking and bewildered he pulled her away
to see that she indeed was crying.
"Usagi, Whats wrong? Does it hurt?" Tasuki asked alarmed, and all she could do was shake her head in the
midst of her sobs. Her throat was too choked up, her vision too blurred, and her heart too full to express
the reason why she was crying. And even if she did explain she doubted he would understand tears for
anything but sorrow. And so she cried for the sadness of shedding her first boyfriend, but more largely
for the beauty of it all, the fact that she had met Tasuki, that she loved him, and that she could be at
such peace with him.
"Genro, you bastard!" A muffled voice shouted from behind the doorway before it was flung open catching
Usagi square in the back of the head. Sakura rushed inside a second later her cheeks flamed with anger.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to...Usagi...chan..." Sakura finished off her sentence lamely
sheepishly grinning at Genro glaring at her from the floor with Usagi's still body in his arms, a nasty
welt on her head swelling quickly.
Kouji a minute later appeared by Sakura's side. "Oops. Sorry bout that, Genro, but when we were passing
by it really sounded like you were doing something ecchi with her."
"E..E.E...ECCHI!?!?" Tasuki shouted covering between being complete embarressed or uncontrollably angery.
Kouji and Sakura decided that it would be safest to escape in this moment of equivocating between the two.
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"Hotohori!!!~" Miaka called out cheerfully running down the hallway to the throne room. As she
ran in throwing the gold plated doors open she attempted to skid to a stop before crashing into
the desk Hotohori was bent over ordering this and that and signing these documents and those
documents. Attempted. Unfortunately the lavish rug decided to stick to the soles of Miaka's
school shoes, and she backwards disappearing from Hotohori's view behind the desk.
"Miaka!" Hotohori stood up alarmed, "Are you alright?"
"Fine fine!" Miaka sprang up genki as ever beaming. "Good thing for those martial arts lessons from
Tamahome! I remembered to keep my head up this time when falling down! But Hotohori...I have a favor
to ask!" She clapped her hands together in prayer position bowing her head.
Hotohori smiled and sat down again assured that she was safe. "What is it, Miaka?"
"Can we pleaaaasse go to Mount Reikaku and visit Tasuki and Usagi-chan? PLEASE!!! I really want to
surprise them and see how they're doing!"
Hotohori frowned. "Well, they'd be coming home anyway in approximately two weeks..." He watched as
Miaka's face fell her hopes dashed. "...But I suppose that it wouldn't hurt. I know how staying for
so long in this palace has bored you."
"REALLY??? WAI!" Miaka flung herself over the desk giving Hotohori a huge hug and ran off shouting
"I'll tell the others!"
Hotohori sighed and resigned himself to picking up the papers that Miaka had scattered on the floor
as she had pulled herself off his desk.
Hmmm...the scene with Keisuke and Rei...chliched enough you think?
*In the manga I heard there were hints of an unrequited love on Setsuna's part for Endymoin.