Hello Minna!! How are y'all? It's been a while, ne? I have a few words to
say about that.
SO MANY GODDAMN THINGS TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME. If you would like to hear the rest of the story of what has happened to me over the last...month and a few days, please go to http://www.ujournal.org/users/chibi_nikoru and read today's entry.
As I was saying...you can read the rest of my A/N at the end of the chapter.. (o)
ON TO THE THOUSAND-DEGREE STEAM...HE HE HE...OR SHOULD I SAY, FIREWORKS, ANYONE?
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Running To You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 13: Steam & Drunken Confessions
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Hello again. This is your captain speaking. We seem to be experiencing a little turbulence, and request that you buckle up your seatbelts. That is all for now, and thank you for flying with Chibi-Nikoru Airlines.
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He dropped the kodachi, and lifted Misao's chin to see her face. Her eyes had traces of tears, but her smile was sunshine. She practically beamed at him, her eyes as bright as the sparkling ocean. "Misao-chan, daijabou ka?" Aoshi inquired, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek.
"H-hai...you rescued me..." Misao whispered, her eyelashes batting prettily. Aoshi brought his other hand from around her waist to run through her damp hair. She smelled like Sakura blossoms.
"Are you going to tell me who that was?" He asked, his voice gentle. Misao closed her eyes and sighed, knowing that being questioned was inevitable.
"That was Seta Soujirou, an old boyfriend I had when I was in Tokyo. He was really sweet in the beginning, surprising me with gifts and compliments all of the time. One day, this new girl came to my school, catching every male student's attention in a three-mile radius. She was gorgeous - blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that every girl would kill for. He began to see her behind my back, then dumped me because I "would never compare." I was devastated and heartbroken. A few months after that, Jiya announced that we were moving to Kyoto...so here I am."
Misao choked back a sob at the bitter memory. It was unnerving how cruel people could be.
Aoshi pulled her closer, hoping that he could comfort the small girl. "You know, what he said...it isn't true. I don't think that anyone could compare to you."
Misao's eyes shot open and she pulled back, not believing what he had just said. 'Could he really mean...' She responded the only way she could at that moment.
Misao wrapped her arms around Aoshi's neck and pulled him down until their lips met.
HA HA HA...HERE WE GO!! *Chibi-Nikoru rubs hands together*
He seemed hesitant at first, starting out very chastely, as if unsure of his actions. Misao was just hoping she hadn't made a mistake by going ahead and kissing him, but all of her reason was thrown out the window when his arms lifted her to him for more intense contact. Aoshi's began to respond to her 'innocent' actions, taking the opportunity her slightly parted lips offered. He swept his tongue over her lips before ravishing her mouth in both assault and exploration. Misao, on the other hand, was melting. She had since tangled her fingers in his hair, marveling at its silkiness. It was at this close proximity that she noticed he smelled like the forest -- like pine trees. It was intoxicating, and only served to heighten the passion and fervor of the liplock.
Aoshi's hands had since strayed from her waist, now running through her hair and down her sides. The action illicited small shivers from Misao, who tried to pull him even closer.
In Misao's mind, Aoshi's kisses were much better than Soujirou's. His had been soft and gentle, which had been fine, but the man standing before her was demanding and passionate, a far cry from the simplicity that the latter gave. And she preferred her kisses this way, anyhow. A kiss that was hot, very intimately intense, and full of something else -- something she couldn't put her finger on at the moment. But who could think at a time like this?
Slowly, the need for air surfaced. Both pulled away reluctantly, Aoshi retreating VERY slowly, choosing to nibble on Misao's lower lip before completely breaking contact.
They had moved all the way from the windowpane, and were now propped up against the closet door, Aoshi still cradling her, tracing lines down Misao's back as the two fought to get their harsh breathing back to normal.
Misao was just content being held, for she was beginning to drift, Aoshi's warm and safe embrace lulling the girl to sleep.
Minutes passed before either spoke.
"...Misao?" Aoshi inquired, permeating the coccoon he had created.
"Hnn.."
"I think it's time for me to go." He whispered, lips forming a thin line. Did he want to leave? Of course not. He just wasn't sure what to do at that moment.
"Please, stay. What if Soujirou comes back?" She answered, almost inaudibly so.
Good point. With a sigh of both aggravation and defeat, Aoshi swept Misao into his arms, and carried her over to the bed, pulling aside the thick comforter before tucking her in. He did however, succumb to the insisting of his sleeping in the bed with her, after much whining about sleeping on the floor.
* * *
He was pissed. More than pissed -- infuriated. How DARE she push aside his feelings like that. And to just flit into another man's arms so quickly, as he had never existed at all -- as if nothing had ever happened.
Soujirou slammed his tightly clenched fist down onto the table, causing the cup of sake to swish around, almost like a stormy sea. He grabbed the saucer fiercely, gulping down the strong alcohol. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he threw the cup at the adjacent wall, smiling in satisfaction as it shattered.
Standing violently, the chair fell over on its side. The man previously sitting in it grabbed his jacket on the way out of the hotel room.
He would show her. Hell, he would show her 'boyfriend' too. It wouldn't be too long before she was begging for him to come back, to hold her close and kiss her worries away.
* * *
The neon lights in the club district were bright and blinding as they flashed, reflecting off of the assortment of sequined and shiny getups of people waiting to get inside.
It was one of the more, shall we say 'clean' clubs that a mysterious man with amber eyes sat, cigarette poised between two thin lips. He had been there for quite some time, enjoying the chaotic and pulsing energies that surrounded such facilities.
He had been approached, several times by women and men alike with requests to dance with them, but he had plainly refused, explaining that he was waiting for someone, and didn't have time to dance. A tall concoction was on the circular table in front of him, being sipped every so often to pass the time.
It was when a young man stumbled in, cheeks flushed from intoxication, no doubt, and promptly plunked himself across from the aloof janitor that he raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Sso how's you, mishter? It's a fine night for parrtyinng."
"Aa." Was the reply, but the youth payed it no heed.
"I tells ya, women aren't like they used ta be...you told 'em that you luffed them, and they luffed ya back." Soujirou chuckled evilly before continuing. "There's thish girl, Makimachi Misaoooo, and she dumped me for shome guy named Aoshi Shinomori. But, she will see, you can't get rid of Seta Soujirou that eashily...I'll kill him before he gets what's mine..."
'Interesting...very interesting." Saitou thought to himself. "Perhaps you've had a bit too much to drink. Maybe you should call it a night and save yourself from getting into trouble."
Soujirou guffawed at this.
"Nah, man! The party's jusht starting!"
With that, the drunken teen slunk away into the bright lights and pounding beats to dance with some scantily clad women.
Calling it a night, the stealthy janitor slipped out of the club unnoticed, one thought on his mind.
"This Seta Soujirou...an ex-boyfriend of the Weasel? Isn't he the kid who shot that blonde girl in Tokyo?"
TBC...
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Well, what do you think? A little darker than previous chapters, I know, but there IS a method to my madness.
AND WHAT ABOUT THE KISS? WASN'T IT FABOULOUS?! DON'T YOU THINK SO, MIDORI?! (LOL)
I'd like to thank all of those who reviewed the last chapter, because they made me 'smile on the inside'...ROFL....sorry, inside joke. I'm also sorry about the delay, because, as you have read up above, I have been occupied with other...things. What about the Saitou/Soujirou incident, hmm? You'll just have to wait and see what happens next. HA HA HO HO...I'M EEEVIIILLL!!
Okay! Until Next Time!!
PUSH THE BUTTON!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO MAKE ME SMILE ON THE INSIDE!! (O.O)
SO MANY GODDAMN THINGS TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME. If you would like to hear the rest of the story of what has happened to me over the last...month and a few days, please go to http://www.ujournal.org/users/chibi_nikoru and read today's entry.
As I was saying...you can read the rest of my A/N at the end of the chapter.. (o)
ON TO THE THOUSAND-DEGREE STEAM...HE HE HE...OR SHOULD I SAY, FIREWORKS, ANYONE?
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Running To You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 13: Steam & Drunken Confessions
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Hello again. This is your captain speaking. We seem to be experiencing a little turbulence, and request that you buckle up your seatbelts. That is all for now, and thank you for flying with Chibi-Nikoru Airlines.
____________________________________________________________________________ ______________
He dropped the kodachi, and lifted Misao's chin to see her face. Her eyes had traces of tears, but her smile was sunshine. She practically beamed at him, her eyes as bright as the sparkling ocean. "Misao-chan, daijabou ka?" Aoshi inquired, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek.
"H-hai...you rescued me..." Misao whispered, her eyelashes batting prettily. Aoshi brought his other hand from around her waist to run through her damp hair. She smelled like Sakura blossoms.
"Are you going to tell me who that was?" He asked, his voice gentle. Misao closed her eyes and sighed, knowing that being questioned was inevitable.
"That was Seta Soujirou, an old boyfriend I had when I was in Tokyo. He was really sweet in the beginning, surprising me with gifts and compliments all of the time. One day, this new girl came to my school, catching every male student's attention in a three-mile radius. She was gorgeous - blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that every girl would kill for. He began to see her behind my back, then dumped me because I "would never compare." I was devastated and heartbroken. A few months after that, Jiya announced that we were moving to Kyoto...so here I am."
Misao choked back a sob at the bitter memory. It was unnerving how cruel people could be.
Aoshi pulled her closer, hoping that he could comfort the small girl. "You know, what he said...it isn't true. I don't think that anyone could compare to you."
Misao's eyes shot open and she pulled back, not believing what he had just said. 'Could he really mean...' She responded the only way she could at that moment.
Misao wrapped her arms around Aoshi's neck and pulled him down until their lips met.
HA HA HA...HERE WE GO!! *Chibi-Nikoru rubs hands together*
He seemed hesitant at first, starting out very chastely, as if unsure of his actions. Misao was just hoping she hadn't made a mistake by going ahead and kissing him, but all of her reason was thrown out the window when his arms lifted her to him for more intense contact. Aoshi's began to respond to her 'innocent' actions, taking the opportunity her slightly parted lips offered. He swept his tongue over her lips before ravishing her mouth in both assault and exploration. Misao, on the other hand, was melting. She had since tangled her fingers in his hair, marveling at its silkiness. It was at this close proximity that she noticed he smelled like the forest -- like pine trees. It was intoxicating, and only served to heighten the passion and fervor of the liplock.
Aoshi's hands had since strayed from her waist, now running through her hair and down her sides. The action illicited small shivers from Misao, who tried to pull him even closer.
In Misao's mind, Aoshi's kisses were much better than Soujirou's. His had been soft and gentle, which had been fine, but the man standing before her was demanding and passionate, a far cry from the simplicity that the latter gave. And she preferred her kisses this way, anyhow. A kiss that was hot, very intimately intense, and full of something else -- something she couldn't put her finger on at the moment. But who could think at a time like this?
Slowly, the need for air surfaced. Both pulled away reluctantly, Aoshi retreating VERY slowly, choosing to nibble on Misao's lower lip before completely breaking contact.
They had moved all the way from the windowpane, and were now propped up against the closet door, Aoshi still cradling her, tracing lines down Misao's back as the two fought to get their harsh breathing back to normal.
Misao was just content being held, for she was beginning to drift, Aoshi's warm and safe embrace lulling the girl to sleep.
Minutes passed before either spoke.
"...Misao?" Aoshi inquired, permeating the coccoon he had created.
"Hnn.."
"I think it's time for me to go." He whispered, lips forming a thin line. Did he want to leave? Of course not. He just wasn't sure what to do at that moment.
"Please, stay. What if Soujirou comes back?" She answered, almost inaudibly so.
Good point. With a sigh of both aggravation and defeat, Aoshi swept Misao into his arms, and carried her over to the bed, pulling aside the thick comforter before tucking her in. He did however, succumb to the insisting of his sleeping in the bed with her, after much whining about sleeping on the floor.
* * *
He was pissed. More than pissed -- infuriated. How DARE she push aside his feelings like that. And to just flit into another man's arms so quickly, as he had never existed at all -- as if nothing had ever happened.
Soujirou slammed his tightly clenched fist down onto the table, causing the cup of sake to swish around, almost like a stormy sea. He grabbed the saucer fiercely, gulping down the strong alcohol. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he threw the cup at the adjacent wall, smiling in satisfaction as it shattered.
Standing violently, the chair fell over on its side. The man previously sitting in it grabbed his jacket on the way out of the hotel room.
He would show her. Hell, he would show her 'boyfriend' too. It wouldn't be too long before she was begging for him to come back, to hold her close and kiss her worries away.
* * *
The neon lights in the club district were bright and blinding as they flashed, reflecting off of the assortment of sequined and shiny getups of people waiting to get inside.
It was one of the more, shall we say 'clean' clubs that a mysterious man with amber eyes sat, cigarette poised between two thin lips. He had been there for quite some time, enjoying the chaotic and pulsing energies that surrounded such facilities.
He had been approached, several times by women and men alike with requests to dance with them, but he had plainly refused, explaining that he was waiting for someone, and didn't have time to dance. A tall concoction was on the circular table in front of him, being sipped every so often to pass the time.
It was when a young man stumbled in, cheeks flushed from intoxication, no doubt, and promptly plunked himself across from the aloof janitor that he raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Sso how's you, mishter? It's a fine night for parrtyinng."
"Aa." Was the reply, but the youth payed it no heed.
"I tells ya, women aren't like they used ta be...you told 'em that you luffed them, and they luffed ya back." Soujirou chuckled evilly before continuing. "There's thish girl, Makimachi Misaoooo, and she dumped me for shome guy named Aoshi Shinomori. But, she will see, you can't get rid of Seta Soujirou that eashily...I'll kill him before he gets what's mine..."
'Interesting...very interesting." Saitou thought to himself. "Perhaps you've had a bit too much to drink. Maybe you should call it a night and save yourself from getting into trouble."
Soujirou guffawed at this.
"Nah, man! The party's jusht starting!"
With that, the drunken teen slunk away into the bright lights and pounding beats to dance with some scantily clad women.
Calling it a night, the stealthy janitor slipped out of the club unnoticed, one thought on his mind.
"This Seta Soujirou...an ex-boyfriend of the Weasel? Isn't he the kid who shot that blonde girl in Tokyo?"
TBC...
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Well, what do you think? A little darker than previous chapters, I know, but there IS a method to my madness.
AND WHAT ABOUT THE KISS? WASN'T IT FABOULOUS?! DON'T YOU THINK SO, MIDORI?! (LOL)
I'd like to thank all of those who reviewed the last chapter, because they made me 'smile on the inside'...ROFL....sorry, inside joke. I'm also sorry about the delay, because, as you have read up above, I have been occupied with other...things. What about the Saitou/Soujirou incident, hmm? You'll just have to wait and see what happens next. HA HA HO HO...I'M EEEVIIILLL!!
Okay! Until Next Time!!
PUSH THE BUTTON!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO MAKE ME SMILE ON THE INSIDE!! (O.O)