Tachiagair Jakunen
Written by: Fira Flame
I do not own these characters; they belong to their respective owners. Keeren belongs to me and Missy and Teri belong to Missy and Teri.
This is a re-written version of the original copy of Tachiagair Jakunen, which I had written in the fall of 2002. It sucked, really bad, so here I am, re-writing it...
Enjoy!
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Chapter 14
The Saiya-elf stretched out on the dry grass in the back yard. Up above her, the skies were darkened by gray clouds. It was mid-November and soon the worst was to come, well, at least in her mind. Snow. One word, ick. She hated the snow with a passion. Next to cold, and... something else, she hated it with all her might. The air was chilled, and everything around had something similar to a dead look. The trees were leaf-less, the grass was a greenish-brown and besides the upcoming birthdays of Keeren and Melissa, nobody seemed cheerful when they went outside and were greeted by a blast of frigid air.
Teri rolled over onto her belly, taking her book with her. It was hard enough to get peace and quiet inside the house, even harder to find a dry plot of land in the yard. But, she found it, and now planned to read for hours on end, without a distraction.
But obviously, she was going to get one.
"What are you reading?" A voice asked from above.
"Smut, go away."
A moment passed, before they spoke again. "Lady Teri... what is smut?"
Teri grinned, and rolled over again, finding Legolas towering above her. Should she tell him? Yes, it sounded like fun.
"Smut it a story, with no plot, barely any dialog, and has one purpose, to make the reader a very happy camper."
The Saiya-elf seemed confused. "A story without a plot?"
"A story where the characters do one thing, and that's the only shred of plot that exists in smut."
"Which is...?"
Teri smirked. "Unconfined, completely random sex, either of two of one gender or of the opposites."
Legolas blinked, arched his eyebrows, and scratched his chin.
"But..."
"Ah-" Teri held up her finger. "Do not question thy great smut. Soon, thou shall know the wonders of it." She stood, sad that she was not able to finish, and took the elven prince's arm.
"Lunch?"
"Gladly"
Teri arched an eyebrow as she stepped into the kitchen. Melissa sat at the kitchen table, running her fingers up and down her scalp, with a worried expression pasted onto her face. Legolas came in behind her, shot a glance at Melissa, and went to the cupboards.
" 'ey Miss', what's up?"
Melissa let out a loud sigh and scratched her scalp harshly, ignoring the long red lines forming. She looked up at her sister and frowned.
"Genrou knows that he knocked me up and I STILL don't know whether he's pissed or not about it!"
"You didn't ask him what he thought about it?"
"No, because he went to sleep." Melissa snapped, and continued to scratch at her scalp.
"Knock that off, you'll go bald." Teri said, and in return she received a flipping bird.
"Why didn't you ask him this morning?"
"BeCAUSE" Melissa growled. "This was three WEEKS ago."
Teri arched an eyebrow, frowning. "Wha-" She began, but decided against it, her sibling was about to rip her head off already. One word formed in her head, moron. Teri shook her head and stood up, grabbing a pack of Spatz bread off the counter and went to the fridge. While she was digging for the tuna spread she made the other day, she failed to notice the bread be stolen from her fingers. After a moment, she began reaching out for it, finding nothing, she looked up, only to find half the bag ransacked and the culprit, Legolas, trying as hard as he could, to toast the bread with his hands, instead of wasting time with a toaster. He was failing.
"Do you mind?" Teri asked, looking at the prince quizzically. Legolas frowned at the bread. It was more just getting hot and glowing than toasting. He cursed something in elvish before turning to the toaster once more.
"Thank you VERY much." Teri glared at him, and stole her bread back.
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Tasuki fumbled the lessen from hand to hand, pondering as he went. He was a father, and he was probably as much confused as his mate was. A child? HIS child? He never imagined the day that he would be a father. He hated passion with girls as much as the next... straight female, but the women of this world were different, especially Melissa. She wasn't all straight, proper, and housewife-y as they were back in Konan. She was wild, expressive, a pryo, and not afraid to speak her mind. Qualities that he admired about her, because they were the same traits he loved about himself.
She had her bad sides though, menstruation, the ability to just walk up to him and put him into a trance with her unique beauty, and that sometimes, they seemed a little bit too much alike.
Maybe that's why he got her knocked up? Because they both enjoyed nights of passion? Who didn't? There wasn't any exact reason why he did that with her that night, besides the fact he was horny as a dog with viagra, except for the one reason he never thought he'd know.
Love.
Could he be in love, deeper and more passionately than he had ever imagined? He'd already expressed his love to her before, but that was just a spur of the moment thing. could this thing be real? Of course, he loved her with every cell in his body, every hair on his head. But how could one express this when they were still in shock with the becoming of a father? That's something he didn't know very well, expressing his love. he'd have to find someone to talk to, the master of love, passion, and mushy stuff like that.
But where the fuck would he find Tamahome?
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Keeren sighed as she leaned out her open window. The cool mid-November air blew in and sent chills down her arms. The sky was dark, and cloudy. Nothing new when the air from Canada blew down to turn Michigan into a ball of snow. She couldn't say she hated the cold, and she couldn't say she loved it either. It was something that proved to her that she was alive, it reminded her that even after something so cold, so dark passes by, life can still continue as if nothing had happened in the first place. Some would call her heart a heart of ice, matching her enjoyment of the cold, but it wasn't true. She was warm, kind hearted, and close to her friends, and especially close to a certain individual.
Warm hands rubbed her bare shoulders. The Saiya-jin smiled and turned, finding GT-Trunks. He smiled back and ran his tail down her arms. She shivered, glared, and sat on the bed, leaving the window for GT to shut.
"Trunks-kun, do you think I'm cold?" She asked, laying down on the bed, her arms behind her head.
"Of course, you were just leaning out the window." He replied, sitting next to her and resting his hand on her leg.
"No, not like that. Y'know, cold hearted, a bitch."
Trunks paused for a moment, knowing whatever he said would probably end bad. He had been in these sort of situations before.
"No, you can be, but you're not always."
Keeren nodded. "All right, I guess that's okay. It's better than being an 'everything-is-okay' valley girl."
Trunks grinned, glad he hadn't started anything harsh. He laid down by her side and hovered over her face. Keeren smiled up at him and pecked playfully at his lips. Trunks advance and lightly pushed his lips against hers. She didn't protest, but returned the favor with a little tongue hockey. Her arm wrapped around his shoulder and played with his neck hairs. Trunks pulled back and ran his fingers down her cheek.
His tail, freely minded and loose, reached up and tried diving under Keeren's Tee-shirt. The Saiya-jin let out an 'eek' and swatted it away. Trunks growled with frustration and quickly wrapped it around his waist. He looked back at Keeren, who'd face was a slight shade of pink.
"Sorry 'bout that."
She let out a short, half hearted chuckle and sat up, unconsciously pulling the hem of her shirt down as she went. Trunks frowned and sat up with her.
"How come you never let me get close to you in that way?" Trunks asked, pulling her close with one arm. Keeren sighed and flipped one of her hairs away from her eyes. She had to admit, it did sound like fun, the adult games, but something inside told her that she shouldn't, not for a while yet. They had only known each other a little over a year. Didn't they have to wait until two years was up? Living in a family of all boys and no mother left her out of learning certain things about females and relationship that others would think was common sense. Such as the rules of first through home base. She had tried asking Teri and Missy, but never knew what to ask, either that, or she just felt too uncomfortable with the topic in front of friends.
"I... just don't feel ready for it yet..." She said simply, closing her eyes and resting her head against his shoulder. Trunks rubbed her arm again, and shrugged.
"All right, that's all I needed to hear..."
Though she felt uncomfortable, her hips twisted awkwardly, and the topic lingering in the air, she felt like this moment would last forever, warm in his arms, and nothing of real importance needed to be worried about.
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A/N: Just now, I realized that I never really wrote anything mushy about Keeren and Trunks. So I wrote some, and I feel really happy now. Maybe a little... too happy?
I do not own these characters; they belong to their respective owners. Keeren belongs to me and Missy and Teri belong to Missy and Teri.
This is a re-written version of the original copy of Tachiagair Jakunen, which I had written in the fall of 2002. It sucked, really bad, so here I am, re-writing it...
Enjoy!
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Chapter 14
The Saiya-elf stretched out on the dry grass in the back yard. Up above her, the skies were darkened by gray clouds. It was mid-November and soon the worst was to come, well, at least in her mind. Snow. One word, ick. She hated the snow with a passion. Next to cold, and... something else, she hated it with all her might. The air was chilled, and everything around had something similar to a dead look. The trees were leaf-less, the grass was a greenish-brown and besides the upcoming birthdays of Keeren and Melissa, nobody seemed cheerful when they went outside and were greeted by a blast of frigid air.
Teri rolled over onto her belly, taking her book with her. It was hard enough to get peace and quiet inside the house, even harder to find a dry plot of land in the yard. But, she found it, and now planned to read for hours on end, without a distraction.
But obviously, she was going to get one.
"What are you reading?" A voice asked from above.
"Smut, go away."
A moment passed, before they spoke again. "Lady Teri... what is smut?"
Teri grinned, and rolled over again, finding Legolas towering above her. Should she tell him? Yes, it sounded like fun.
"Smut it a story, with no plot, barely any dialog, and has one purpose, to make the reader a very happy camper."
The Saiya-elf seemed confused. "A story without a plot?"
"A story where the characters do one thing, and that's the only shred of plot that exists in smut."
"Which is...?"
Teri smirked. "Unconfined, completely random sex, either of two of one gender or of the opposites."
Legolas blinked, arched his eyebrows, and scratched his chin.
"But..."
"Ah-" Teri held up her finger. "Do not question thy great smut. Soon, thou shall know the wonders of it." She stood, sad that she was not able to finish, and took the elven prince's arm.
"Lunch?"
"Gladly"
Teri arched an eyebrow as she stepped into the kitchen. Melissa sat at the kitchen table, running her fingers up and down her scalp, with a worried expression pasted onto her face. Legolas came in behind her, shot a glance at Melissa, and went to the cupboards.
" 'ey Miss', what's up?"
Melissa let out a loud sigh and scratched her scalp harshly, ignoring the long red lines forming. She looked up at her sister and frowned.
"Genrou knows that he knocked me up and I STILL don't know whether he's pissed or not about it!"
"You didn't ask him what he thought about it?"
"No, because he went to sleep." Melissa snapped, and continued to scratch at her scalp.
"Knock that off, you'll go bald." Teri said, and in return she received a flipping bird.
"Why didn't you ask him this morning?"
"BeCAUSE" Melissa growled. "This was three WEEKS ago."
Teri arched an eyebrow, frowning. "Wha-" She began, but decided against it, her sibling was about to rip her head off already. One word formed in her head, moron. Teri shook her head and stood up, grabbing a pack of Spatz bread off the counter and went to the fridge. While she was digging for the tuna spread she made the other day, she failed to notice the bread be stolen from her fingers. After a moment, she began reaching out for it, finding nothing, she looked up, only to find half the bag ransacked and the culprit, Legolas, trying as hard as he could, to toast the bread with his hands, instead of wasting time with a toaster. He was failing.
"Do you mind?" Teri asked, looking at the prince quizzically. Legolas frowned at the bread. It was more just getting hot and glowing than toasting. He cursed something in elvish before turning to the toaster once more.
"Thank you VERY much." Teri glared at him, and stole her bread back.
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Tasuki fumbled the lessen from hand to hand, pondering as he went. He was a father, and he was probably as much confused as his mate was. A child? HIS child? He never imagined the day that he would be a father. He hated passion with girls as much as the next... straight female, but the women of this world were different, especially Melissa. She wasn't all straight, proper, and housewife-y as they were back in Konan. She was wild, expressive, a pryo, and not afraid to speak her mind. Qualities that he admired about her, because they were the same traits he loved about himself.
She had her bad sides though, menstruation, the ability to just walk up to him and put him into a trance with her unique beauty, and that sometimes, they seemed a little bit too much alike.
Maybe that's why he got her knocked up? Because they both enjoyed nights of passion? Who didn't? There wasn't any exact reason why he did that with her that night, besides the fact he was horny as a dog with viagra, except for the one reason he never thought he'd know.
Love.
Could he be in love, deeper and more passionately than he had ever imagined? He'd already expressed his love to her before, but that was just a spur of the moment thing. could this thing be real? Of course, he loved her with every cell in his body, every hair on his head. But how could one express this when they were still in shock with the becoming of a father? That's something he didn't know very well, expressing his love. he'd have to find someone to talk to, the master of love, passion, and mushy stuff like that.
But where the fuck would he find Tamahome?
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Keeren sighed as she leaned out her open window. The cool mid-November air blew in and sent chills down her arms. The sky was dark, and cloudy. Nothing new when the air from Canada blew down to turn Michigan into a ball of snow. She couldn't say she hated the cold, and she couldn't say she loved it either. It was something that proved to her that she was alive, it reminded her that even after something so cold, so dark passes by, life can still continue as if nothing had happened in the first place. Some would call her heart a heart of ice, matching her enjoyment of the cold, but it wasn't true. She was warm, kind hearted, and close to her friends, and especially close to a certain individual.
Warm hands rubbed her bare shoulders. The Saiya-jin smiled and turned, finding GT-Trunks. He smiled back and ran his tail down her arms. She shivered, glared, and sat on the bed, leaving the window for GT to shut.
"Trunks-kun, do you think I'm cold?" She asked, laying down on the bed, her arms behind her head.
"Of course, you were just leaning out the window." He replied, sitting next to her and resting his hand on her leg.
"No, not like that. Y'know, cold hearted, a bitch."
Trunks paused for a moment, knowing whatever he said would probably end bad. He had been in these sort of situations before.
"No, you can be, but you're not always."
Keeren nodded. "All right, I guess that's okay. It's better than being an 'everything-is-okay' valley girl."
Trunks grinned, glad he hadn't started anything harsh. He laid down by her side and hovered over her face. Keeren smiled up at him and pecked playfully at his lips. Trunks advance and lightly pushed his lips against hers. She didn't protest, but returned the favor with a little tongue hockey. Her arm wrapped around his shoulder and played with his neck hairs. Trunks pulled back and ran his fingers down her cheek.
His tail, freely minded and loose, reached up and tried diving under Keeren's Tee-shirt. The Saiya-jin let out an 'eek' and swatted it away. Trunks growled with frustration and quickly wrapped it around his waist. He looked back at Keeren, who'd face was a slight shade of pink.
"Sorry 'bout that."
She let out a short, half hearted chuckle and sat up, unconsciously pulling the hem of her shirt down as she went. Trunks frowned and sat up with her.
"How come you never let me get close to you in that way?" Trunks asked, pulling her close with one arm. Keeren sighed and flipped one of her hairs away from her eyes. She had to admit, it did sound like fun, the adult games, but something inside told her that she shouldn't, not for a while yet. They had only known each other a little over a year. Didn't they have to wait until two years was up? Living in a family of all boys and no mother left her out of learning certain things about females and relationship that others would think was common sense. Such as the rules of first through home base. She had tried asking Teri and Missy, but never knew what to ask, either that, or she just felt too uncomfortable with the topic in front of friends.
"I... just don't feel ready for it yet..." She said simply, closing her eyes and resting her head against his shoulder. Trunks rubbed her arm again, and shrugged.
"All right, that's all I needed to hear..."
Though she felt uncomfortable, her hips twisted awkwardly, and the topic lingering in the air, she felt like this moment would last forever, warm in his arms, and nothing of real importance needed to be worried about.
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A/N: Just now, I realized that I never really wrote anything mushy about Keeren and Trunks. So I wrote some, and I feel really happy now. Maybe a little... too happy?
