Disclaimer: ahem, Unfortunately, I DON'T OWN TOMO, NAKAGO, SOI OR FUSHIGI
YUGI AT ALL! This whole story is from the dark recesses of my mind, but the
characters belong to Yuu Watase-sama.
I pace my rooms, restlessly, waiting for the promised time. I'm not wearing my costume or makeup, merely my sleeping robe. Now that Nakago-sama has expressed his preference for me in this outfit, I don't wish to remove it from my person, even though I know I can't wear it most of the time. If I could I wouldn't do anything other then wait on Nakago-sama and fulfill both of our desires. I would protect him from all dangers and destroy those that oppose him. I just want him to be happy and if that means me leaving him then I will, but I won't live long after that. Gaaah! What am I thinking? I know that he loves me, so why do I keep thinking that he will send me away? Why do I think that this is just a dream, that I'll wake up and find that this was just a wonderful illusion that I made up to soothe my lonely soul? At last the time has come! I quickly wrap myself in an illusion of my normal attire and makeup. It would not do to have the palace guards and servants see me in my vulnerable natural beauty. A determined man, or woman for that matter, could easily overpower me and then I would not be able to face Nakago-sama, knowing that I was impure again. It was bad enough the first time. It took me years to convince myself that I was worthy to give and receive love and I didn't love anyone, ever, except him. I have dreamed of him since I was a child. I walk, unhurriedly, towards his room. If I see anyone I don't want them thinking I'm over-eager to do something it would make them suspicious and very likely they would try to spy on me. I don't like invasions of my privacy.
How much longer? I relentlessly pace my room waiting for the time to arrive. I can't wait for him to arrive, but what will I say? What will I do? What should I wear? I look at my clothes spread on my bed. Armor... definitely not, too menacing. Nothing.... Too vulnerable. Underclothes...also too vulnerable. Court garb...way too formal. I try to imagine what he will be wearing. I hope it's his robe. Just thinking about him in that robe makes me want to drool. Hastily, I wipe my mouth. I decided that I would wear my sapphire blue silk robe. Soi always said that it looked wonderful on me. I can't believe that I'm using that whores' advice to prepare for my love. I hate Soi. She's a slut and she would have spread her legs for anyone who had rescued her from that hellhole and was strong enough to protect her. It was just my misfortune that it was me who rescued her. I only did it because I felt that it was my duty to collect the other seishi, to prevent what had happened to me from happening to the others. I think, though, that I wasn't able to prevent it from happening to Tomo. I have the feeling that his life was remarkably similar to mine. I slip into my robe and begin to brush my hair in front of the mirror. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. It's him! I calmly call to him to enter just in case it isn't him. It's him. Tomo. I look at him with lust and love, wanting to take him and be taken by him. I restrained the urge with a determined will. I had called him to my room to talk and talk we would, even if I had to force myself to think about Soi, Tamahome, Miboshi, Ashitare, and Suzaku no miko. I suppressed a shudder of disgust at the thought of the last person listed.
"Nakago." I whisper as I gaze at him.
I pace my rooms, restlessly, waiting for the promised time. I'm not wearing my costume or makeup, merely my sleeping robe. Now that Nakago-sama has expressed his preference for me in this outfit, I don't wish to remove it from my person, even though I know I can't wear it most of the time. If I could I wouldn't do anything other then wait on Nakago-sama and fulfill both of our desires. I would protect him from all dangers and destroy those that oppose him. I just want him to be happy and if that means me leaving him then I will, but I won't live long after that. Gaaah! What am I thinking? I know that he loves me, so why do I keep thinking that he will send me away? Why do I think that this is just a dream, that I'll wake up and find that this was just a wonderful illusion that I made up to soothe my lonely soul? At last the time has come! I quickly wrap myself in an illusion of my normal attire and makeup. It would not do to have the palace guards and servants see me in my vulnerable natural beauty. A determined man, or woman for that matter, could easily overpower me and then I would not be able to face Nakago-sama, knowing that I was impure again. It was bad enough the first time. It took me years to convince myself that I was worthy to give and receive love and I didn't love anyone, ever, except him. I have dreamed of him since I was a child. I walk, unhurriedly, towards his room. If I see anyone I don't want them thinking I'm over-eager to do something it would make them suspicious and very likely they would try to spy on me. I don't like invasions of my privacy.
How much longer? I relentlessly pace my room waiting for the time to arrive. I can't wait for him to arrive, but what will I say? What will I do? What should I wear? I look at my clothes spread on my bed. Armor... definitely not, too menacing. Nothing.... Too vulnerable. Underclothes...also too vulnerable. Court garb...way too formal. I try to imagine what he will be wearing. I hope it's his robe. Just thinking about him in that robe makes me want to drool. Hastily, I wipe my mouth. I decided that I would wear my sapphire blue silk robe. Soi always said that it looked wonderful on me. I can't believe that I'm using that whores' advice to prepare for my love. I hate Soi. She's a slut and she would have spread her legs for anyone who had rescued her from that hellhole and was strong enough to protect her. It was just my misfortune that it was me who rescued her. I only did it because I felt that it was my duty to collect the other seishi, to prevent what had happened to me from happening to the others. I think, though, that I wasn't able to prevent it from happening to Tomo. I have the feeling that his life was remarkably similar to mine. I slip into my robe and begin to brush my hair in front of the mirror. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. It's him! I calmly call to him to enter just in case it isn't him. It's him. Tomo. I look at him with lust and love, wanting to take him and be taken by him. I restrained the urge with a determined will. I had called him to my room to talk and talk we would, even if I had to force myself to think about Soi, Tamahome, Miboshi, Ashitare, and Suzaku no miko. I suppressed a shudder of disgust at the thought of the last person listed.
"Nakago." I whisper as I gaze at him.