Disclaimer: No, Fushigi Yûgi isn't mine. It belongs to Shogakukan Comics, Pierrot Studios, TV Tokyo and Pioneer. No copyright infringement is intended.
Just as a warning, this might get a little...hmm. Deep? I'd definitely call this more of a PG-13 chapter above the other ones because of a certain red-heads fantasy, foul language and a little brawling. :O
kuroi hane- :D Thank you very much! That means a lot to me. I'm a quick updater when I'm motivated, I guess. ::looks at your profile:: I just have to say, you have great taste when it comes to bishounen! :)
Starry-Serenity- :D Thank you! ^-^ Glad you like it!
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Tasuki couldn't keep his hands in check as they further unbuttoned Miaka's blouse instead of closing it like he had previously planned. His hands shook somewhat as they found refuge on her hips. His fingers gently curved around her sides as his face forged it's path towards hers. Her heavy breathing danced upon his lips as his face lingered centimeters above hers, making his knees feel like jell-o.
In an instant, he possessively took her lips in his and let his eyelids droop until his eyes were fully closed. To his surprise, he ran his tongue over her succulent lips, asking for access to the rest of her mouth. He felt his blood begin to boil, as if it was turning into molten lava. While his stomach twisted into nervous knots, he waiting for what seemed like hours for before her lips parted and access was granted. While a moan of pleasure rumbled in his throat, he let his tongue erotically dance around hers as if trying to entice her own tongue to mingle with his in with a mating dance.
Miaka's arms hung loosely about his neck as her delicate hands entertained themselves with scarlet locks of hair. Tasuki felt her seductively grind her pelvis against his, providing him the promise of further arousal.
A far off, monotone buzzing echoed softly in his ears, gradually becoming louder as the image of Miaka and him faded away in a blur of thick smoke.
Groaning loudly, Tasuki slapped his hand down on his alarm clock in a hopeless attempt to shut off the low-pitched annoyance. Gritting his teeth in frustration as he missed, he tried again, this time succeeding in turning off the persistent buzz. He sat up, letting his comforter drop to his waist as he wiped his forehead clean of his cold sweat with the back of his hand. His gaze traveled from his trembling hands to the blazing sun that was rising outside his window. What was wrong with him? 'Why was I dreamin' 'bout that chick Miaka?' He just couldn't come up with a theory that would satisfy himself. Shaking his head quickly, he tried to shake off his dream, along with a strange feeling of emptiness.
As he swung his legs over the side of his bed, he slid off and to his feet. In silence, he walked over to a mirror that was the sliding door to his closet. He inspected himself in further silence, eyes viewing the bruises that had formed overnight from the previous day's events. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he let his thoughts wander back to the day before.
(flashback)
Tasuki's hand's trembled horribly as they started to button Miaka's blouse. He felt her emerald eyes watching him carefully before wrapping her delicate hands around his and stopped him, prying them away from her shirt.
"I can do that, thank you." Tasuki couldn't tell if he was actually being thanked or if she was being sarcastic, his mind was so flooded with thoughts of him on top of a naked Miaka as well as how much it hurt for him to see her cry. Not understanding the images floating about in his mind, he watched her hands as they fumbled slightly with the small, ivory buttons.
"So, are you al--" He was pushed out of the way by an angry and troubled Tamahome. Tasuki groaned quietly and scowled at Miaka's boyfriend. 'That definitely wasn' jus' ta get me outa the way...'
"Are you okay, my love? You're not hurt are you?" Tamahome ran a strong hand through Miaka's bangs in a loving, affectionate way. Tasuki felt like puking. 'My love? Geeze...' He wouldn't let himself admit that he might have been a tad jealous.
Miaka put on a bright smile. "I'm fine now! If it weren't for that boy over there I don't know what would have happened!" Tasuki let her upbeat voice ring pleasurably in his ears. 'So tha's what she sound's like when she ain't upset.'
"Th' name's Tasuki." He let his eyes close as he bowed his head with a noble grin, very content in the fact that she remembered who had actually come to rescue her. 'Yeah, wasn't you jackass!' His mind yelled at Tamahome in victory.
"Tasuki..." His name rolled off her tongue in the most elegant way that made his heart melt. "Well thank you very much, Tasuki!"
"The pleasure...was mine." While his head rose, he gave a fang-filled grin. Apparently, while he had been bowing, Tamahome's arms had found themselves a snug home around Miaka's slender waist. Internally he was growling, 'I won let the other guy get ta me.' He honestly wanted to let his charm shine through his tough exterior by taking her delicate hand and planting a kiss on it right then and there. The low snarling that was rattling in Tamahome's throat stopped him. He looked at Tasuki as if he was about to bite his head off.
Tasuki figured it was time to leave. "I'll...go report tha' guy to Grandma. Wha' was his name?"
"Eiken-sensei." Tamahome snapped, warning him to leave now or suffer the consequences.
He figured he'd try and work his charm one more time before he left. "See ya 'round, Green Eyes." He let a wide, fangy grin spread across his face as he left, hearing Miaka's faint giggling as he retreated.
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Shoving his hands in his pockets as he left the principals office, he heard 'Grandma' get on the loudspeaker, calling for Eiken to come down to the office. He snickered and headed outside, whistling quietly.
'I hope Koji's still 'round. I need the rest o' tha' beer...' He groaned to himself as he pulled a hand from his pocket and put it to his forehead and shut his eyes tightly. 'This whole day's givin' me a headache. I need ta relax, dammit.'
"Hey, asshole!"
'Aw, fuck.' The unmistakable voice of his new-found rival vibrated his eardrum. "Whaddya want, Jackass?! I just saved your damn girlfriend's ass!" He swung around to confront the antagonist.
"We never solved our own conflict. You know, the one I was going to win before you ran off?!" Tamahome's words enraged him.
'I saved his damn girlfriend! You'd think the lousy fuck would be a lil' thankful!' Tasuki mused to himself as he snarled at his opponent. "COME AND GET ME, JACKASS!" He let out an excited bit of laughter. "I haven't beat the shit outa anyone in a real long time! I'm dying ta get some practice in!"
And with that, Tamahome charged at the ready Tasuki. Speed, being one of Tasuki's abilities, helped him to dodge Tamahome's first blow. Lifting his elbow, he drove it into Tamahome's backside as he charged by. Stumbling a bit, Tamahome whipped around quickly and sent a forceful kick into Tasuki's gut.
As a small stream of blood trickle out the side of his mouth, Tasuki snarled with discomfort. "You're paying for that!"
As he attacked Tamahome, he sent him forcefully to the ground. He straddled him and gave him a jab from the left. With quick reflexes, Tamahome rolled over so he was on top of Tasuki, sending him a few blows to the gut and a jab from the right. Snarling viciously, Tasuki clamped his hands around his opponents neck and Tamahome did the same to him. Both of them choking for air and rolling around in the dirt in front of the school building had definitely caused a scene. Students crowded around in a circle, chanting "fight" as if they were getting ready to sacrifice the two to the gods.
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" A hoarse, ancient voice echoed shrilly throughout the premises. The students around the two brawling quickly dispersed. "SHUNU-DONO! KISHUKU-DONO! STOP IT NOW!" The principal's voice barked strict order.
Tasuki and Tamahome both let go of each other's neck, but Tasuki wouldn't let him off that easy. He gave Tamahome an elbow to the stomach to push him off before he quickly got to his feet.
"Ya see, Grandma..." He quickly tried to explain his reasons for going into battle with Tamahome, but it wasn't as easy as he thought.
Seized from his thoughts by the principals yelling, his bright amber eyes grew wide. "Don't try to weasel you're way out of this one Shunu-dono!"
He pulled on his tough guy facade. "So where do ya want me, Grandma? Office?"
"Yes!" She snarled as Tasuki gave a mocking salute with a taunting, fangy grin."You too Kishuku-dono!"
"Yes ma'am..." Tamahome mumbled and grumbled as he followed Tasuki and the principal into the large school building.
(end flashback)
Tasuki opened his mouth wide as he gazed into his reflection and his own wolf-like eyes. His tongue entertained itself by gently rolling over his left fang.
His trademark.
He couldn't help but grin and be a bit cocky. But his arrogant attitude quickly dissipated when he realized that he wouldn't be able to show off his captivating physique because of the school uniform.
He snapped the elastic waistband of his flame boxers against his skin with a troubled sigh. He pushed open the closet door and pulled out the black pants to his uniform, tossing them onto his bed. He did the same with his white shirt, black uniform jacket and tie. Changing his boxers, he began to get ready for the day ahead.
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"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Tasuki swore under his breath as he ran down the stairs of his family's apartment, slinging his fairly empty backpack over his shoulder. "I'm gonna miss the..." He stood in the parking lot of his apartment complex, watching with extreme displeasure as the bus drove away. "...bus..." He groaned aloud with his face upturned towards the sky. "The Gods are against me." And with that, he headed off to school on foot to start his first day at a brand new school. 'Detention...the whole week...after school...with that lousy asshole and Grandma. Two hours of it.' He groaned inwardly, wondering whether to skip it, or to just tough it out.
To be continued...
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Phew. I didn't leave it off at a cliffhanger because...well...I couldn't think of something! Arf. Anyway, review and such! I'd love to hear from you! :)
Just as a warning, this might get a little...hmm. Deep? I'd definitely call this more of a PG-13 chapter above the other ones because of a certain red-heads fantasy, foul language and a little brawling. :O
kuroi hane- :D Thank you very much! That means a lot to me. I'm a quick updater when I'm motivated, I guess. ::looks at your profile:: I just have to say, you have great taste when it comes to bishounen! :)
Starry-Serenity- :D Thank you! ^-^ Glad you like it!
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Tasuki couldn't keep his hands in check as they further unbuttoned Miaka's blouse instead of closing it like he had previously planned. His hands shook somewhat as they found refuge on her hips. His fingers gently curved around her sides as his face forged it's path towards hers. Her heavy breathing danced upon his lips as his face lingered centimeters above hers, making his knees feel like jell-o.
In an instant, he possessively took her lips in his and let his eyelids droop until his eyes were fully closed. To his surprise, he ran his tongue over her succulent lips, asking for access to the rest of her mouth. He felt his blood begin to boil, as if it was turning into molten lava. While his stomach twisted into nervous knots, he waiting for what seemed like hours for before her lips parted and access was granted. While a moan of pleasure rumbled in his throat, he let his tongue erotically dance around hers as if trying to entice her own tongue to mingle with his in with a mating dance.
Miaka's arms hung loosely about his neck as her delicate hands entertained themselves with scarlet locks of hair. Tasuki felt her seductively grind her pelvis against his, providing him the promise of further arousal.
A far off, monotone buzzing echoed softly in his ears, gradually becoming louder as the image of Miaka and him faded away in a blur of thick smoke.
Groaning loudly, Tasuki slapped his hand down on his alarm clock in a hopeless attempt to shut off the low-pitched annoyance. Gritting his teeth in frustration as he missed, he tried again, this time succeeding in turning off the persistent buzz. He sat up, letting his comforter drop to his waist as he wiped his forehead clean of his cold sweat with the back of his hand. His gaze traveled from his trembling hands to the blazing sun that was rising outside his window. What was wrong with him? 'Why was I dreamin' 'bout that chick Miaka?' He just couldn't come up with a theory that would satisfy himself. Shaking his head quickly, he tried to shake off his dream, along with a strange feeling of emptiness.
As he swung his legs over the side of his bed, he slid off and to his feet. In silence, he walked over to a mirror that was the sliding door to his closet. He inspected himself in further silence, eyes viewing the bruises that had formed overnight from the previous day's events. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he let his thoughts wander back to the day before.
(flashback)
Tasuki's hand's trembled horribly as they started to button Miaka's blouse. He felt her emerald eyes watching him carefully before wrapping her delicate hands around his and stopped him, prying them away from her shirt.
"I can do that, thank you." Tasuki couldn't tell if he was actually being thanked or if she was being sarcastic, his mind was so flooded with thoughts of him on top of a naked Miaka as well as how much it hurt for him to see her cry. Not understanding the images floating about in his mind, he watched her hands as they fumbled slightly with the small, ivory buttons.
"So, are you al--" He was pushed out of the way by an angry and troubled Tamahome. Tasuki groaned quietly and scowled at Miaka's boyfriend. 'That definitely wasn' jus' ta get me outa the way...'
"Are you okay, my love? You're not hurt are you?" Tamahome ran a strong hand through Miaka's bangs in a loving, affectionate way. Tasuki felt like puking. 'My love? Geeze...' He wouldn't let himself admit that he might have been a tad jealous.
Miaka put on a bright smile. "I'm fine now! If it weren't for that boy over there I don't know what would have happened!" Tasuki let her upbeat voice ring pleasurably in his ears. 'So tha's what she sound's like when she ain't upset.'
"Th' name's Tasuki." He let his eyes close as he bowed his head with a noble grin, very content in the fact that she remembered who had actually come to rescue her. 'Yeah, wasn't you jackass!' His mind yelled at Tamahome in victory.
"Tasuki..." His name rolled off her tongue in the most elegant way that made his heart melt. "Well thank you very much, Tasuki!"
"The pleasure...was mine." While his head rose, he gave a fang-filled grin. Apparently, while he had been bowing, Tamahome's arms had found themselves a snug home around Miaka's slender waist. Internally he was growling, 'I won let the other guy get ta me.' He honestly wanted to let his charm shine through his tough exterior by taking her delicate hand and planting a kiss on it right then and there. The low snarling that was rattling in Tamahome's throat stopped him. He looked at Tasuki as if he was about to bite his head off.
Tasuki figured it was time to leave. "I'll...go report tha' guy to Grandma. Wha' was his name?"
"Eiken-sensei." Tamahome snapped, warning him to leave now or suffer the consequences.
He figured he'd try and work his charm one more time before he left. "See ya 'round, Green Eyes." He let a wide, fangy grin spread across his face as he left, hearing Miaka's faint giggling as he retreated.
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Shoving his hands in his pockets as he left the principals office, he heard 'Grandma' get on the loudspeaker, calling for Eiken to come down to the office. He snickered and headed outside, whistling quietly.
'I hope Koji's still 'round. I need the rest o' tha' beer...' He groaned to himself as he pulled a hand from his pocket and put it to his forehead and shut his eyes tightly. 'This whole day's givin' me a headache. I need ta relax, dammit.'
"Hey, asshole!"
'Aw, fuck.' The unmistakable voice of his new-found rival vibrated his eardrum. "Whaddya want, Jackass?! I just saved your damn girlfriend's ass!" He swung around to confront the antagonist.
"We never solved our own conflict. You know, the one I was going to win before you ran off?!" Tamahome's words enraged him.
'I saved his damn girlfriend! You'd think the lousy fuck would be a lil' thankful!' Tasuki mused to himself as he snarled at his opponent. "COME AND GET ME, JACKASS!" He let out an excited bit of laughter. "I haven't beat the shit outa anyone in a real long time! I'm dying ta get some practice in!"
And with that, Tamahome charged at the ready Tasuki. Speed, being one of Tasuki's abilities, helped him to dodge Tamahome's first blow. Lifting his elbow, he drove it into Tamahome's backside as he charged by. Stumbling a bit, Tamahome whipped around quickly and sent a forceful kick into Tasuki's gut.
As a small stream of blood trickle out the side of his mouth, Tasuki snarled with discomfort. "You're paying for that!"
As he attacked Tamahome, he sent him forcefully to the ground. He straddled him and gave him a jab from the left. With quick reflexes, Tamahome rolled over so he was on top of Tasuki, sending him a few blows to the gut and a jab from the right. Snarling viciously, Tasuki clamped his hands around his opponents neck and Tamahome did the same to him. Both of them choking for air and rolling around in the dirt in front of the school building had definitely caused a scene. Students crowded around in a circle, chanting "fight" as if they were getting ready to sacrifice the two to the gods.
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" A hoarse, ancient voice echoed shrilly throughout the premises. The students around the two brawling quickly dispersed. "SHUNU-DONO! KISHUKU-DONO! STOP IT NOW!" The principal's voice barked strict order.
Tasuki and Tamahome both let go of each other's neck, but Tasuki wouldn't let him off that easy. He gave Tamahome an elbow to the stomach to push him off before he quickly got to his feet.
"Ya see, Grandma..." He quickly tried to explain his reasons for going into battle with Tamahome, but it wasn't as easy as he thought.
Seized from his thoughts by the principals yelling, his bright amber eyes grew wide. "Don't try to weasel you're way out of this one Shunu-dono!"
He pulled on his tough guy facade. "So where do ya want me, Grandma? Office?"
"Yes!" She snarled as Tasuki gave a mocking salute with a taunting, fangy grin."You too Kishuku-dono!"
"Yes ma'am..." Tamahome mumbled and grumbled as he followed Tasuki and the principal into the large school building.
(end flashback)
Tasuki opened his mouth wide as he gazed into his reflection and his own wolf-like eyes. His tongue entertained itself by gently rolling over his left fang.
His trademark.
He couldn't help but grin and be a bit cocky. But his arrogant attitude quickly dissipated when he realized that he wouldn't be able to show off his captivating physique because of the school uniform.
He snapped the elastic waistband of his flame boxers against his skin with a troubled sigh. He pushed open the closet door and pulled out the black pants to his uniform, tossing them onto his bed. He did the same with his white shirt, black uniform jacket and tie. Changing his boxers, he began to get ready for the day ahead.
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"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Tasuki swore under his breath as he ran down the stairs of his family's apartment, slinging his fairly empty backpack over his shoulder. "I'm gonna miss the..." He stood in the parking lot of his apartment complex, watching with extreme displeasure as the bus drove away. "...bus..." He groaned aloud with his face upturned towards the sky. "The Gods are against me." And with that, he headed off to school on foot to start his first day at a brand new school. 'Detention...the whole week...after school...with that lousy asshole and Grandma. Two hours of it.' He groaned inwardly, wondering whether to skip it, or to just tough it out.
To be continued...
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Phew. I didn't leave it off at a cliffhanger because...well...I couldn't think of something! Arf. Anyway, review and such! I'd love to hear from you! :)