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Tales Of The Hagane Family
Chapter 7: Dream Weaver
Madoka Amano simply stood there, clad in her skimpiest lingerie, awaiting the arrival of her secret admirer. She was situated in the Valentine's Suite, a room reserved for the most romantic day of the year. Whoever this admirer was, money was certainly not one of his concerns, as the room cost upwards of $2,000,000 to reserve.
"Perhaps it's Ginga.", she giggled, "That would be a pleasant surprise." Madoka had long admired the Pegasus wielder, he was one of her oldest and still closet friends, even if they had not seen each other for quite some time.
"Oh, it will be quite a surprise indeed, Ms. Amano.", spoke a deep voice. She shrieked and spun around, frantically trying to find the owner of the voice. Her eyes came to rest upon a familiar Beyblade, Fang Leone.
"D-Did that Beyblade just talk?!", she yelled in shock.
"Yes, my dear Madoka. A lion loves to be petted, does he not? And I always enjoyed your touch while you repaired me all those years ago. You treated me so much better than that wild hooligan I once called my owner.", the voice of the Bit-Beast explained, "And now that I've got you right in front of me, dressed in a gown that shows just what a beautiful young woman you've become, I can 'reward' you properly."
Madoka tried to back away and run for the door, but the Leone blade quickly spawned a ball of purple light that trapped her in her tracks. Her blue eyes then turned empty, as wispy streams of light began to flow out of her and into the purple ball.
Madoka was in disbelief, this Beyblade was trying to steal her soul. No, it wasn't just trying, it was quickly succeeding. She screamed in agony, but the Leone kept pulling. She could feel her self slipping away more and more, it was getting hard to even think.
"No….this isn't….what…I…wanted….", she whimpered as the last of the wisps were drawn into the ball of light and sealed within the face bolt of the Bey.
Her lifeless body then fell to the floor, an empty shell without anyone to fill it.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Madoka Amano. Don't worry, I'll take excellent care of you. After all, you are now mine forever."
Madoka woke up screaming at the top of her lungs, an ear-piercing shriek that made Ginga jolt up beside her.
"Madoka, what's the matter?", he asked frantically, placing his hands on her shoulders to try and bring her back down to Earth. She stopped screaming when she saw her surroundings and realized she was in their bedroom. She was still alive, she still had her soul. It was all just a dream. She breathed an exasperated sigh of relief.
"Madoka?", Ginga asked. She turned herself around and embraced him, burying her face in his shirt. Tears began to form in her eyes, but she just blinked and let them fall down her cheeks. He sensed that she was still recovering, so he simply sat there and held her close. Eventually she drew away from him and looked into his eyes.
"It was horrible, Ginga. I haven't had a nightmare this bad for as long as I can remember.", she explained, "It started out with me standing in a hotel suite, waiting for you, but it turned out to be a trap."
"A trap?", he asked. She nodded.
"Yes, I heard a dreadful voice, and when I turned around, it was coming from a Beyblade!", she exclaimed.
"A Beyblade?", he questioned whilst raising an eyebrow.
"I know it sounds absurd, sweetheart, but that's what happened.", she said.
"No, it's not that absurd. We've seen the kind of power Beyblades can possess. Heck, you saw first-hand that one can control the human mind.", Ginga told her comfortingly.
"Ugh, don't remind me about that. But this Beyblade did something completely different, something evil…it took my soul.", she said as another tear rolled down her cheek. He brought her close to him again and started running his hand through her hair. She shuddered at the thought of it all.
"I was in so much pain, it was like my very essence was being ripped out of me. And yet, part of me felt…", she paused.
"Part of you felt what?", he asked.
"Part of me felt….a-aroused.", she admitted. She immediately hid her face from him, embarrassed beyond belief.
"That's natural.", he said. She jerked her around and gave him a look of complete shock.
"How in the hell is that natural?", she growled, demanding an answer from him.
"It sounds more like an erotic dream than a nightmare to me. Perhaps it was an erotic dream with a horror twist.", he pondered, "Point is, sometimes our minds go to strange places based on our private and hidden desires." Madoka was surprised at his sudden dearth of knowledge on the subject. His words were strangely calming in a way, the maturity he had gained in the intervening years was more obvious than ever.
"Wow, you really have changed from the sweetly dim-witted blader I met all those years ago.", she giggled.
"Dim-witted?", he laughed before playfully shoving her down onto the bed and placing himself directly overtop of her.
"Hey, you're the one who thought the Angle Compass was food.", she playfully pointed out.
"Oh please, that was nothing compared to you refusing to get in the pool because the water was 'too cold'.", he teased.
"That certainly didn't stop you from having your fun.", she smirked.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?", he asked her with a seductive tone to his voice.
"You know quite well.", she replied with the exact same tone, "Seems like you spent the whole afternoon with all eyes on me and my bikini."
"What can I say? Light green accents your natural beauty.", he whispered while planting a kiss on her neck. She took a sharp intake as surges of pleasure travelled down her body. She grabbed a hold of his collar and pulled him towards her, his lips meeting hers in a soft yet bold expression of passion. The kiss lingered for a few minutes before they broke apart and began gazing at each other.
Madoka was stunning, with her messy hair and eyes that were shining more than usual. The moonlight that her body was bathing in only added to the effect. She was a goddess to him, and he was her heroic knight, risking it all just to be able to see her smile when they were alone.
"Madoka, do you remember what happened after the Russian tournament?", he asked.
"Of course, I can't forget. That was when you declared you would always protect me, no matter the danger.", she recalled fondly. "It was also the first time we slept in each other's arms." Her cheeks turned slightly pink as warmth crept into them.
"And I meant every word.", he spoke with a strong conviction.
"I know that, Ginga. You don't have to remind me.", she told him.
"I know, but after hearing about your dream, I just wanted to reassure you that I would always be here to hold you when you're scared.", he then got up and walked over to the dresser, opening a drawer and rummaging through a pile of trinkets and loose Bey parts, finally pulling out two worn pieces of parchment paper. He sat back down beside her and handed one to her.
"Do you remember these, my dear?", he asked.
"These are the letters we wrote to each other while you were on your training journey after Nemesis' defeat.", she reminisced.
"Correct. I want you to open yours and read the last paragraph.", he instructed.
"My dearest Madoka, even as I travel the rugged terrain of this world, my thoughts remain on you every hour I am awake. The only reason I am on this journey is to become stronger so I can protect you, and the world, from any threats in this world or any others that may exist. As my promise to you, when I return to our home, I will embrace you and never let go."
"Now I'll read mine."
"My darling Ginga, these last years have been the most eventful and happiest of my life. The adventures that we have endured since we came to know each other have enriched it far more than either of us could truly grasp. Had it not been for you, our planet would be in darkness and I may very well have been enslaved, or not here at all. But thanks to your courage, the world moves forward, stronger than ever. And because of your love, I have found someone to truly call my 'soulmate'. And with that declared, I give to you my heart, along with my soul."
She looked straight into his eyes, which radiated an air of devotion, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back to him. She pressed her breasts against his chest, which sent a spike of arousal through him. She grinned evilly, he was completely hypnotized by her charms as always. She then pulled back and started to unbutton her shirt, moaning as she did so to entice him further.
"M-Madoka? What are you doing?", he asked.
"Acting on my erotic dream.", she cooed. She then tossed her shirt to the floor as her bra came into plain view, adorned with a floral pattern that added depth to the eye-drawing black fabric. She then reached behind and undid the hooks, letting her voluptuous breasts free. Ginga's face turned bright red, and she took it a step forward by pulling her panama bottoms off, letting them fall to the side of the bed and laying down flat on her stomach so he got a good eyeful of her silky smooth back and bountiful derrière. His breathing intensified.
"Care to lay claim to this gentle maiden's body, mind, and soul?"
He leaped at her and began to tug her panties down, bending his head over the soft mounds of flesh so that his tongue met her clit. He gently licked it, which caused her to heave her breasts into the air and loudly moan in satisfaction. She smiled and gave in to her husband's handiwork, enjoying the pleasure that was making her mind swirl.
Maybe erotic dreams weren't so bad after all, even with a horror twist. Next time she'd just make sure Pegasus would be there to save her if the need arose.
A/N: Welcome to 2014, even though we're already three months in. That was my bad, and I apologize for the unreasonably long delay. Boy, this seems to be a running theme with my, doesn't it? I just hope this chapter makes up for all the months you've been asking for an update. Again, guys, I'm really sorry, but the year didn't get off to a great start. It's been a long and harsh winter all around, and I guess the crummy weather kept putting me in a bad mood, which isn't exactly ideal for me to write romance. But enough with the lame excuses, I hope you enjoyed reading this! (Seriously, I'm typing so much I feel carpal tunnel coming on…)