Chapter 5

Milliardo awoke blearily; his body had definitely not received enough sleep since the night before. Placing an arm over his face to obscure the sun from his vision, he let out a tiredly sigh, his mind replaying the episode that had taken place. Her skin so soft, although bruised and battered as a result of his idiocies and retribution of his own anger, was supple to the touch. Her firm body against his, shuddering against his was more than a generous experience.

He ran a hand through his flaxen hair, keeping them woven in mid-stroke as his eyes came to an opened stance. He thought for a moment, about what he had to tell her, and what he had planned. Of course it all depended on her acceptance toward him, if she loved him as much as he venerated every fiber of her soul. His lips curved into a sardonic smile, as he stood and headed towards the bathing room. Filling the ceramic tub located in the center of the spacious room with searing water, he allowed his body to lie limp within the soothing scents of his steaming bath. The rolling beads of perspiration gently caressing his face and neck, before making small ripples atop the face of the water.

After, he dressed in a usual blue hugging pant, tear sleeved poets chemise and a cravat of fine blue silk and crocheting of lace. Slipping on his leather, knee high black boots over his strong legs, he then headed towards his study, grabbing the little red book he had stored in his personal lectern. Passing by the kitchens to grab a piece of fruit, he proceeded towards the guest quarter to visit his patient…

On the way, he was intercepted by Pargan who informed him on a matter that needed to be mended immediately. Glancing towards his destination, he agreed decadently. It wasn't until nightfall when he finally paid her a visit…

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There was no plantation, there were no slaves. He was no competitor of them, of slave inquiries and womanizing. Just a house, a double, a fraud, Noin thought, as she stared out of the open window towards the river. The chilly night air was inviting, as the anger and suspicion grew within her as she gripped the metal handle of his deliverance. But first, he must tell her what he was, what he must have been thinking when he decided to walk into her life… Ruin all chances of ever putting her marriage back together, like it should be. She remained poised and alert as his sharp foot pattern entered her room, pausing, she guessed, in surprise as he spotted her standing, awake, and healthy. She obscured her hands behind her back, hidden by the curtain of her matching cloak as he came closer to stand alongside her inert status. 

Milliardo was pleased to see that she had awoken and was moving freely. Last night had been laborious, and miserable, not to point out agonizing for her. He was even happy to see that she had never lost her memory, and could take in the different surroundings. "Who are you, why did you bring me here?'" His thoughts halted, as she spoke with a distant, irregular pitch. "My name is Zeches Merquise, an advocate from the Northern Territories…I brought you here out of consideration towards your feelings and well being due to the incident with your husband two nights ago…"

Ah, so her assumptions were correct, he was a foreigner and a liar…hmm imagine that. "You said a name…A name I do not know, another person you have failed to inform me about. Why the sudden change?" "Perhaps this man wishes to have you, wishes to speak from his heart and not his mind…" She turned to him, an evil spark of hatred flashing through her orbs. Ruby replacing the seductive amethyst. "You played me like a pawn within a board game; put these ideas into my head… you ruthless, infecting rat!" Her voice was brought to a crescendo, as did her arm which came toward him with quick reflex, aiming to pierce his heart with the sharp object intending to deliver his demise.

Giving an angry cry as he grasped her wrist, they proceeded to knock over anything with the intention of being in their way as Noin struggled to burry the stiletto within his chest. "Ah, let go of me!" Now struggling to free herself from his strong grasp, she caused both to fall due to a tangle of limbs. Landing hard on her lower back sent the blade spinning round and round, clanging hard against a partition beside them. Milliardo, failing to maintain all his weight from falling atop her, caused her to gasp for air as he landed, recovering with no delay.

She twisted her torso and quickly reached for the nearby weapon, extending her arm farther than it would. He quickly caught on and pushed her back against the polished floor, her wrists crossed and forced above her head as he panted for breath along with her. Her flushed, angry visage glared harder as a chuckle escaped his lips, which quickly grew into pure and very amused laughter. She huffed and looked away, "I don't see a bit of joviality in this." She growled and turned to him, "Damn it, why are you laughing?!" Her angry countenance altered once again, turning unemotional as did his own. 

He cocked his head to the side, looking down into her beautiful eyes, "You have such a strong spirit, a feisty willpower to be freed from all that is evil…I just wish you would comprehend the disparity there is between good and what you fight to rid of…"  She saw it then, in those arctic spheres, the warmth they beheld. No, weakness will never prevail! He had stabbed her with her own knife, not physically, but in all other reason… She looked away, feeling finally overpowered, "You aren't even aware of the hell I've been through, just leave me be…" He watched her with slight disappointment before releasing her wrists. Sliding from her he stood, reaching out with an elegant hand, offering his assistance. Clearly not wanting it, she said nothing, felt nothing…until his footsteps were nothing but a mere echo within her mind.

The loneliness then washed over, her tears set free to gently trace down her pale cheeks towards the tip of her womanly nose, as she curled into a fetus arrangement. A weakened position, once more. At some hours after that, she had sought out the comforts of her bed, crying and crying, until there were no more tears to shed for her damn weaknesses.  Too many…

One with pallid tresses and sapphire eyes…

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She heard him come in. Those perfectly staccato steps, although much softer then she had grown accustomed to, were all but the same. Elegant and fresh, just…perfect. She was still as they approached, stopping at the edge of her glorious bed, the rustling of clothing hinting his movements. Her mind reeled to capture any reason as to why he visited her at such an hour, when he touched her. His soft, aristocratic fingers grazing her exposed cheek, slightly rouged by the latest expressed sentiment. He frowned at this, knowing very well what expression that was; sadly he failed to bring it to rest. Her beautiful nature remaining poignant no matter what was done, desolated.

Her lashes fluttered to reveal her mauve orbs, fighting to see his expression in the darkened room. He was frowning, the flawlessness and beauty of his face withering to pain and drama. Oddly her heart sank, thumped heavily within her chest as she continued to watch him, his murky figure heading towards the doors from where he first came. "Wait… Don't leave…" He turned sharply, his tassels tumbling over his shoulder again, illuminated by the distant raise of the moon that caressed them. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you…" A sobbing sigh escaped her, her back still facing him, "Why is it that you frown like so?" She whispered, not bothering to let him know it was all right.

He smiled slightly, shaking his head, "The darkness plays games with your mind, your eyes projecting them out onto the screen which is the world…" Her hand fisted, "You are the one who bends me like a rag doll within a child's hands..." "I do no such things…" She hadn't noticed his position looming above her from behind, so, she continued, "You liar, I can't stand you…Why did you-…" When she had finally turned, her head had lifted to look behind her. Milliardo didn't know what hit him; all he knew was that its taste was saccharine and delightful. Noin placed a hand to his chest, unable to take the taunting abilities of his lips and kisses, giving up as he gently brought her to a kneeling position in front of his own, puckering and delving to a sweet, leisurely end. Her eyes remained closed as she released a breath from within her parted lips, "Oh god…what do you want from me…" She whispered, allowing her other hand to rest beside the other atop his breast, shocked to see his heart pounding in equal tempo with her own. He smiled down at her, watching as her eyes fluttered and rose to search his own.

He traced her beautiful jaw line, tilting her chin upwards with the tip of a finger, their breath intermingling, caressing her lips as her heart omitted a beat. "To set you free…" Her senses, all a blank, were of no use any longer as he sealed his mouth over hers for a second time…

"They craved each other so; it was a relief to their single hearts when they finally surrendered to no more depravity. It was all the more beautiful as the night went on, the ticking of clocks oblivious from ear to ear as he restored violence with passion."

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A/N: Okay, the following chapter (6) and then on is what is new and ready to be published. Chapter 6, if you remember falls under 'Mature Sexual content.' HOWEVER, since a more appropriate rating is not available for this chapter you will have to contact me for its newest version. Don't be shy; contact me at sessho_bebe9631@yahoo.com AFTER chapter 6 has been posted! I would really appreciate it if you would, because this is why I stopped posting for a while, and I'd like to hear ALL your flames, comments, suggestions, criticisms EVERYTHING. So please, don't hesitate to request seeing the WHOLE chapter.

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