Garnet & Amber
XO'MagickMoon'OX
Distraction …
A few minutes later, Kohaku got up from the bed and went outside. She needed a different environment to think in.
She grabbed the hose and turned on the water, spraying the liquid nutrient over the trees. They seemed to bend and sigh in gratitude.
Kohaku again began to mull over her conversation with Koryu, not really watching what she was doing with the hose. What was happening to them … her and Koryu? He had changed … she had changed … and he was still blissfully unaware of her love for him.
As he had stepped towards her before, she was sure that everyone within a ten-mile radius could hear her racing heart. But he hadn't. She had shuddered when he touched her … shuddered out of pleasure. But he hadn't seemed to take any notice. Was he really that dense that he couldn't see the yearning in her eyes, hear the longing in her voice?
Or was it that he did notice the signals, but he just didn't care?
How stupid was she to think that someone like him … someone so powerful and important … someone so arrogant and confident … someone so charming and gorgeous … would ever be interested in a lowly, homely, quiet, naïve little angel like her.
How stupid was she?
Her love was a hopeless love …
Koryu would never love someone like her.
He had all of the demons in Hell pining over him, every one of them much more beautiful, much more powerful, much more … everything … than her. She was nothing compared to them. Even out of all of the angels, she was nowhere near as beautiful as someone, say, like Hisui, or as wise and strong as Touki. She was nothing. Ah hell, there were probably millions of humans that Koryu would prefer over her.
And yet … the dream she had had last night … it had seemed so real … so tangible …
Her dream … about Koryu …
She had dreamed that he had kissed her, standing in the garden under the moonlight. It had been a soft, gentle kiss … and then he had pulled away and had started to leave, disappearing into the garden. She hadn't wanted him to stop …
So she had run after him. Then she had given him a kiss.
A kiss much more passionate than the one he had given her. He had collapsed (how strange of him …) and then she had collapsed with him, laying half on top of him, kissing his face and his neck, and then his lips again …
His soft, warm lips.
"Hey!"
Kohaku turned and gasped as her eyes fell upon a startling scene: Kokuyo soaking yet, his eyes flashing angrily. She had sprayed him with the hose.
"Watch what you're doing, will ya?" he growled.
"Kokuyo!" Kohaku cried, immediately redirecting the water towards the trees. "I'm so sorry!" She rushed to turn off the hose.
"What were you thinking about that you didn't watch what you were doing?" Kokuyo asked as he pulled off his shirt and began wringing it.
"N-Nothing … I'm just a little … distracted lately," Kohaku responded, knowing full well that this did not answer his question in the slightest.
"Uh-hm." Kokuyo went inside, his wet shirt slung over his shoulder.
Kohaku turned to the birds that had gathered around her. They seemed to be chirping things like, "What was that all about?" and "What's wrong, Kohaku?"
"It's nothing," Kohaku said sadly. "It's just a hopeless love."
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Koryu was on the couch in the living room. Kokuyo had come inside a few minutes ago claiming that Kohaku had sprayed him with the hose when Koryu had inquired as to why he was all wet. He and Hisui had decided to spend the day at the park once Kokuyo had dried off. Koryu had no idea where Hari and Ruri had run off to, and Kohaku was in the backyard.
So now Koryu was all alone in the house, sprawled out on the couch in the living room. He twirled a lock of raven hair around his finger, lost in thought.
He wasn't really thinking about anything in particular; his mind was simply wandering.
But he was snapped out of his musings by a tug in the back of his mind. He sat up, looking around. The mental pull got stronger, and he stood. He found his feet leading him to Kohaku's room, every nerve in his body tingling.
Who was calling him?
He walked warily into Kohaku's room, his light footsteps making no sound as he tread across the wooden floorboards towards her bed. He stood beside it, surveying the room, his hands on his hips. The pull was gone. This was where the summoner wanted him.
So where were they?
Suddenly, a ring of black light materialized on the floor a little ways away from where Koryu stood. There were runic inscriptions around the edge of the ring. Koryu recognized the inscriptions; they were the symbols of the transportation spell.
But who was coming up from Hell … and why?
A hazy silhouette appeared in the center of the ring. After a moment or so, the image sharpened and the silhouette was washed with color.
It was a female demon, one Koryu didn't recognize … surprisingly.
She had long, fiery hair that fell in loose waves to her waist, accenting her piercing orange eyes. Her skin was pale, smooth and flawless as glass, and her lips were cherry-red, currently curved up in a mocking smirk. A scarlet robe hung from her well-proportioned frame, the neckline teasingly low, and the bottom seductively high, a black cord tied around the middle. Her feet were bare, save for the gold anklets that matched the bangles on her wrists. She smelled sickeningly sweet, like roses.
All roses, however beautiful, had thorns.
"Satan demands your return to Hell," was the first thing she said, her voice silky and alluring, as she stepped from the circle, which immediately disappeared.
Koryu frowned. "Who are you? You're not His normal messenger."
"No, I'm not. I was assigned specially to this mission." The she-demon smiled wickedly, revealing her fangs. She took another step towards him. "Satan wants you back in Hell. You've been gone for thirty long years," she said. "With Kokuyo exiled, you're the second strongest demon, and Satan needs you by his side. He's been waiting patiently, anticipating your eventual return, but now he's tired of waiting."
Koryu took a step back, bumping into Kohaku's bed. "I have no reason to return, and every reason to stay here," he said definitely.
"The angel?" the other asked. Koryu found no trace of surprise in her voice, only amusement. "Forget about her."
It was Koryu's turn to smirk, his face set in a defiant expression. "No."
The other demon took a few more steps towards him, closing the small gap between them. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him onto the bed with surprising force.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Koryu shouted angrily.
The other jumped onto the bed where Koryu was now laying and straddled over his waist, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "I can give you what the angel can't." The collar of her robe fell a little ways down her left shoulder, revealing a black tattoo.
"I don't want anything you –" Koryu glimpsed the markings on the demon's shoulder. He drew a sharp breath. "You're a succubus!"
The succubus grinned wickedly.
Succubi are evil entities that sexually attack male humans. The incubus is the male counterpart to the succubus, preying on women rather than men. To demons, succubi are the equivalents to mortal prostitutes, harmless, desirable, and usually entertaining.
Koryu understood why Satan had sent a succubus to deliver his message. Any resistance to his orders would be met with sensual temptation. He was trying to force Kohaku from Koryu's mind, trying to make Koryu forget about his love for her and remind him of the pleasurable, easy life he used to live in Hell.
He wouldn't be swayed that easily.
"Get off of me!" Koryu demanded.
The succubus responded by tearing open his shirt and kissing his neck, running her tongue over his collarbone, and trailing down his chest with hungry kisses. Millions of pleasurable shocks coursed through Koryu's body, but he knew it was just the succubus's spell … nothing more.
He grabbed her neck and tried to push her away, but succubi were particularly strong demons, and she wouldn't move, nor did she stop groping the demon beneath her.
"That angel is a little girl compared to me," the she-demon whispered against the warm flesh of his breast. "And on top of that … she doesn't love you."
Koryu flinched, as if her words had stung him.
Finally, flustered and aggravated, Koryu raised his palm and gathered his energy there. His eyes flashed angrily, and electricity crackled through the air. "INAZUMASHOURA!" A bolt of energy was thrown at the succubus, hitting her square in the chest, and she flew back, landing on the floor with a thud.
"Ow!" she groaned, rubbing her sore behind.
"That was the simplest spell I know," Koryu warned, sitting up. "Next time, I won't go so easy on you."
"I was just following orders!" the other demon whined.
Koryu glared daggers at her, his garnet eyes glittering with hate. "Satan's not here right now. I'm the demon in charge and you follow my orders."
"Hmph." The succubus crossed her arms, pouting.
That was when Koryu heard a scream flare from the backyard. "What the –?" He jumped up and started towards the door.
The succubus scrambled to her feet and blocked his way. "No! You can't – Agh!"
Koryu grabbed her by the neck and threw her into the wall, adrenaline coursing through his veins. "If anything happens to Kohaku," he hissed as he stepped into the hallway, "you're going to be the first to die."
Koryu darted down the hall and hurried towards the backyard.
"Shit!" the succubus muttered through gritted teeth. "This is not good. I'm outta here."
She conjured a transportation ring and stepped inside, instantly disappearing.