S-Cry-Ed's

Warped Reality

Little Japanime Girl

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This chapter certainly wasn't fun to type but either way I'd like to receive some input. It's grown dull on me and its evident in this installment. I havent quite reread or checked anything properly so I do apologize.

There was one particular person that reviewed and it encouraged me to retype this chapter and post it (since I hate repeating any work). So a warm thanks to Eva-AngelK.

This chapter is a lemon and its long. So if it's boring, I'm sorry haha. I'll do better next time.

Enjoy the weird sex! (XD)

The moment they got back Ryuhou grabbed the necklace and placed it in his pocket. He had been feeling so much more distant and frustrated since the experiment with Kanami earlier that day. His thoughts would not escape his memory of what happened with Scheris.

If it was so fake then why can I not stop thinking about that kiss? God, I'm fucking crazy. It was just a dream. Dammit, I have to stop this...

"Are you alright?"

Ryuhou looked up from his untouched meal; "Just thinking."

Her eyes softened and asked, "About Kanami?"

Guilet seeped through his features when he cleared his throat and gruffly replied, "Not really."

His answer surely surprised Mimori and she did nothing to hide it.

"Sorry. It's just that there are other things which are really–"

With a forced smile and an uncertain voice, Mimori interrupted, "No, you don't have to explain yourself. I understand there are problems you have to resolve for yourself."

"Thank you."

He really meant it too.

"Sure."

She wasn't sure if she did.

The pair placed their attention back to their plates; neither really eating. Discreetly, Ryuhou watched his partner.

I cannot just sit here all night thinking--especially when Mimori is obviously hurting.

The sudden sound of a chair being dragged on the linoleum floor got Mimori's attention. She looked up to see Ryuhou standing before her with his arm stretched toward her palm facing up.

"Ryuhou, what...?"

"Mimori, I want... Do, you trust me?"

Without missing a beat, she replied, "Of course I do."

She then accepted his hand and he pulled her to stand. He pulled out of his pocket the necklace she threw earlier and placed it back around her neck.

She looked up at him and asked, "What is this supposed to mean?"

Ryuhou let his hands linger on her shoulders and pulled her against him in an embrace.

"I want you to know that I care. I wont hurt you again."

He looked her in the eye before slowly leaning in and capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Mimori froze at first, not quite comfortable from the day's mood swings but in the end she responded to his lips. As the kisses continued, Ryuhou realized that Mimori's smooth lips were not as soft in comparison to Scheris'. His fiance's kiss was hesitant and careful; nothing like his earlier kiss with his dear friend. Why hadn't he ever noticed this before?

That's cause I never kissed Scheris before today. Well, while I was alive at least.

In the middle of his confusing thoughts, the kisses became fervent.

Wait, what the hell? She's a dead woman. And that was just a dream. This is sick. Just focus on the woman before you. She's real. She's alive. And she loves you.

The plan failed as soon as he conceived it. His focus was split as was his conscious. When he finally parted from her the pair were already inside the dark bedroom and his calves were touching her bed. What caught most of his attention was her rose colored swollen lips. His eyes narrowed when those lips became a lighter, paler, shade of pink and more pouty in shape. Ryuhou looked up to catch a glimpse of blue eyes before he blinked and saw them brown again.

"Are you okay?" asked Mimori.

With a growl in response, Ryuhou grabbed a fistful of her hair by the nape and pulled her flush against him for a bruising kiss. The sudden jerk of his actions caused them to fall back onto the mattress onto a sitting position with Mimori near-straddling him. Ryuhou angled his head for more access as he roughly pushed his tongue into her warm mouth and he pushed her head in closer as he massaged her appendage with his. The kiss never died nor slowed down and Mimori's moan vibrated on his lips.

Her reactions to his kisses were lax out of his sudden aggressive approach, but the moment he invaded her mouth she knew he would not slack any dominance or passion and so she gave into the moment. She let go of inhibition and accepted the growing heat within her.

At some moments, Ryuhou could have sworn that the woman on top of him was someone else; someone more petite with the most delicious lips he had ever tasted.

Her lips traveled to his neck and her teeth scraped his neck, eliciting a frustrated and aroused moan from him. In response, he roughly cupped her rear with his left hand and ground their hips together earning a long throaty moan from his mate. His erection rubbed against the crotch of her pants and sent her skin on fire. She wanted more and wondered why either of them have not undressed yet.

"Ryu... hou... mmm," came the honey soaked groan when he pulled her head back by the hair already fisted in his right hand.

He slowly trailed his tongue from her collar bone up the hollow of her throat. The action only caused her hips to gyrate against his stiff member. He tried biting his bottom lip to stifle any sound but failed to do so.

"Sch...Mi...mori... mm..."

The only one to catch the slip-up was the perpetrator himself. Out of frustration for his irrational mixed desires, he grabbed her hips with both hands and stilled her. Her confused look was both ignored and instantly forgotten when he thoroughly kissed her while un-zippering her pants. As if to tease her, Ryuhou did not venture any further in that region and decided to run his hands under her blouse, one hand running over her smooth abdomen while the other rested on her lower back teasing the hem of her underwear there.

Her stomach's muscles twitched a little under his touch as he lazily dragged them up toward her bra. Mimori ran kisses across his cheek and nibbled on his ear a bit, encouraging him to get on with it. She hadn't seen him in so long, too much stalling is bound to frustrate her soon enough. He chuckled and snuck his hand underneath her cup, grabbing a soft breast in his palm. She arched her back bringing her chest toward him, eager for him to work his magic on her. Ryuhou firmly kneaded her breast while slipping his other hand past the hem of her panty and he cupped a cheek; occasionally squeezing whenever her moans or haggard breaths where not enough for him.

Ryuhou was a man and like any other he could not find comfort in the confines of his pants and to make matters worse, his conscious was not helping. He felt selfish for resorting to sex in order to show Mimori he still cared. Selfish because in all truths his heart was not into it; just his body. And sadly, he wasn't sure if even his body was completely into the woman before him which aggravated him to no end.

With his thoughts running, he had not noticed Mimori unzip his pants and push her eager hand in. When she squeezed his length, he let out his first guttural groan that night. Pleased and encouraged, she started to push and pull, hard and slow. Ryuhou moved his left hand from her rear to tug her hair hard enough to make her throw her head. He ignored her grunt and smirked at the gasp that followed when he snuck his other hand from her breast inside her underwear. His middle finger rubbed firmly along her nub and her own ministrations on him became uneven.

"Mm... ohh.. Ryu..."

He refrained from smirking again at her pleading tone and was soon caught off guard himself. She ran her hand passed his length and teased his balls. Ryuhou let his eyes flutter and the moment he did he felt a jolt run through him.

Behind his lids he saw the woman before him more petite straddling his pelvis, neck exposed because of his greedy hand pulling her lighter hair back. He paused his teasing in her pants because this woman continued to push and pull his member with that firm hold and in an agonizingly slow pace. His hips jerked a little and to distract himself from her hand, he penetrated her with a finger.

Ryuhou never thought that such a gasp in her voice could ever sound so hot to him. Ever eager to hear and see more reactions, he experiimentally inserted another finger and etched her to moan. Her juices started to soak his fingers and he subconsciously licked his lips. Those overly swollen, pouty, pale pink lips parted enough to let short groans escape.

The forbidden sense of seeing her at all and in that position hardened his erection to the point where it was painful.

"Unh... Please stop your... mmm... hand."

She obeyed and Ryuhou still did not feel any better. He was so angry, frustrated, highly aroused, and confused all at the same time.

This night was for Mimori and yet when I close my eyes I see her.

A deep, painful sensation grew in his heart when he realized he wanted the forbidden more than the promised.

...I'm a royal jerk.

Ryuhou finally opened his eyes and was glad to see a flustered and confused Mimori on his lap. He leaned forward and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He deeply inhaled her trademark lilac and orchids scent, ever gratfeul to have that as a reminder of her presence. Ryuhou let go of her hair and slowly traced the arc of her back with his fingertips.

"You've... never been so... rough."

Mimori blushed at the last word. It was true. He was normally a gentle lover.

He tried to act like he had meant to be and bit her earlobe before muttering, "Bad?"

It took her a moment to process their actions and then she finally admitted, "Not really. Just... new to it I guess."

Without warning he removed his digits from inside her and caught her soft gasp with his determined lips.

Just her. Gotta keep it that way.

Both groaned at the loss of contact when Mimori also pulled her hand away at the same time she broke the kiss. He just stared at her while licking her juices off his fingers when she crawled backward off the bed and stood before him.

"Mi–"

She hushed him with a finger to his lips. When she saw that he would obey she removed her hand. Mimori pushed down her pants and stepped out of them with a soft smile. No more games. Ryuhou saw this and started to unbutton his shirt.

"No. I want to do that," Mimori whispered.

Ryuhou stopped on his third button and softly smiled at her.

Good. That way I have nothing else to be distracted on. I can just keep my mind on you.

He leaned back on his hands for support and watched her slowly undress. She started to remove her buttoned blouse and as he watched it slide off her shoulder to the floor, his focus waned a little. He felt like a jackass for wanting to close his eyes and sneak a peek at the other woman who should be in the same state of undress as Mimori if his fantasies are coinciding with their actions.

Ryuhou ground his teeth together and scolded himself for his sense of betrayal and sudden lack of morale. He looked back up to his fiance's face promising himself not to close his eyes if it was going to see the ghost of his past. It was unfair to her memory and his future wife. Not to mention unwise to fantasize at all while he was in his current predicament. He had never fantasized so explicitly before and the fact that she is deceased sickened him more.

"Everything alright?" she asked as she started to remove her underwear.

Ryuhou weakly smiled at Mimori and replied, "I'm okay. I got pensive," he moved further back into the bed and continued with an unspoken apology, "But I promise it wont happen again."

Mimori, now nude, crawled back onto the bed on all fours and reached him with her limbs on either side of him. She straddled his hips and started to unbutton his top, kissing the heated skin as it was exposed. She removed his shirt and he laid on his back.

Happy to see only Mimori and be conscious of her familiar lips, he caressed her thighs as he shared a long kiss with her. Ryhou was soon forced to move his hands as she scooted lower, tracing her hot tongue along his abdomen and began to pull down his pants along with his boxers. She tossed the items off the bed and ran her finger up his thighs at the same time slightly parting them while maintaining eye contact with her beau. Her fingers slid further and finally touched his member with both hands.

Ryuhou's heart beat faster not so much in anticipation, but in fear of losing sight of reality again. The moment her lips encased his erection, his eyes fluttered and he caught a glimpse of light blue with a whisper of a foreign moan. Ryuhou choked on a gasp when her suckling became relentless and firm. He placed his hands on her head and buried his fingers into her hair, guiding her movements and she in turn ran her nails up and down his abs leaving superficial scratches.

It did not take long for his climax to begin to build and he pushed her further, almost making her gag at times with him so deep in her throat. Mimori's hands moved down to squeeze his bucking hips as she seemed set on making him finish.

If I let go like this now I don't think I can give her what she wants... She will definitely know something is wrong.

Just as Ryuhou started to reach his peak, he quickly pushed her off of him and pulled her up for a kiss. Her initial numb reaction was an obvious indication of shock. He flipped their positions and then bit the base of her neck a little too hard. Her whimper aroused him more than he thought it would. Ryuhou's body shook from the near-climax and his rugged breath fanned over her heated skin.

When he had finally looked at her, he was not able to see straight for some reason. After blinking a few times, he finally saw what lay underneath him.

The petite blue-eyed beauty who was out of breath, lay completely nude, and with his fingerprints and bite marks all over her. Her blue hair was in a disarray because of his rough treatment. Ryuhou closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them again hoping to "fix" his dillusion.

It was still the other woman.

Did I pass out?

"This is what you wanted," whispered the soft voice.

Where the hell is Mimori?

"You left her," was all that voice would reply.

A tiny voice in the back of his mind reasoned that perhaps this was a way to satisfy the frustration concerning the hallucinations of his old comrade; no, best friend.

"Then I will not hold back."

He ignored the emotional excitement his imagination allowed him to have (given the current situation) and he whispered the warning in her ear, "I hope you are ready for this."

Ryuhou trailed his hot wet tongue down her throat and he felt her lithe body shudder. The tip of his tongue continued to run just below her collar bone as he grabbed a breast in his large hand. She arched into his hand without uttering a sound and he soon stopped licking that particular area so that he would suck a little lower where it was just above the breast. At this time, he squeezed her nipple between fingertips with one hand and grabbed her ass cheek with the other hand, forcing her pelvis to grind against his. The tip of his member teased her opening a few times and he was pleased to hear her sharp intakes of breath each time.

His tongue swirled around the other nipple while his hand returned to massaging the original one. Her groans became louder and he was upset at how largely her voice contributed to his near-orgasm again.

Ryuhou had never felt so... easy over anyone in his entire sex life. He encased the tip of her breast in his mouth and sucked on it for a second before biting it. He mixed up the pattern with a bite and a few moments of suckling, egging moans from himself every time she would cry in slight pain.

"Feel free to return the gesture if it pleases you," Ryuhou murmured against her breast before switching.

He honestly did not care at the moment; he was not there to please Scheris. She was a figment of his imagination after all. He was doing this to find release and return to Mimori. To reality. Ryuhou felt regret that he was not able to complete his night with his fiancé and wondered what he would tell her when he returned.

He had asked Scheris to hurt him for two reasons because he wanted to feel (as much as one could feel in one's fantasies) as much of and as much from Scheris as possible.

Scheris raked her nails down his back hard enough so that it stung him and she seemed satisfied to hear him hiss a little. She then bit his shoulder to the point of drawing some blood. Her actions emitted a moan from him and she grabbed his face forcing it to face her. She then kissed his forehead before looking him with curiosity.

"Why?"

"I have to. I... want this," Ryuhou confessed as he propped up on his hands on either side of her.

He just smirked at her confused expression and used his knee to push her legs further apart. She ran her shaky fingers across his abdomen and he found himself taking a sharp intake of air. For a moment, Ryuhou just closed his eyes and allowed her a couple of seconds to touch his body as she pleased.

I can't wait anymore. If I do, I wont be able to get inside of you before I finish.

At his last words he opened his eyes and found that her blush suited her very well. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with both hands and plunged his length inside her. Damn she was tight and he wasn't surprised that if this were real, he probably would've taken her innocence.

Scheris' eyes shut quickly and tears spilled out.

"That hurt. You should have warned me."

Ryuhou froze. Sure, he didn't care being a little rough, but he suddenly felt bad for hurting her. He never wanted to hurt her to tears even if she was not real. He then felt foolish in the back of his mind for feeling guilty because this whole event was something most likely conjured up in his sleep. Her walls around his length, contracted a fraction and he tightened his jaw a little at the sensation the squeeze caused.

Dream or not, she is tight.

Without a word, Ryuhou claimed her lips in a fierce kiss that ended in a bite on her bottom lip. He did not release her lip and in fact, he bit a little harder so that she would whimper again. Ryuhou released her hands and she immediately ran her nails down his abdomen, leaving more scratches.

Ryuhou placed one of her legs over his shoulder and the other around his hip as he slowly pushed himself deeper in. He could not help but blush as he watched her figure below him and fully reacting to his thrust. As he slowly pulled out, she bit her lip and tightened her leg around his hip hoping to bring him back within her again. He felt proud for her eagerness and he failed to hide a chuckle.

Scheris reached up and grabbed a lock of his long hair before tugging, looking flustered for his stalling.

"Hehe, okay. Sorry about that."

He pushed back in and his eyes briefly fluttered once again feeling her all around him. He repeated his actions in a steady pace of hard and slow. That did not last long however and soon both picked up the pace to one harder and faster. Sweat formed on their bodies and the aroma of their copulation reached his senses which placed him in euphoria.

"That feels... mm... great..."

With each thrust, her pants grew louder. His movements were so hard and fast that her body kept moving up and down on the bed, sometimes making them lose their pace.

This dream becomes more real by the second. Aren't I supposed to have control over everything here?

On that last thought, he placed a hand on her hip and the other on the junction of her shoulder and neck with his thumb touching her collar bone. He held her firmly and kept her in place as he continued his ministrations.

On occasion she would choke on a gasp since she could feel much more of him inside of her now that she is held still. Despite the pleasure she was receiving, she could not hide the hurt in her eyes out of his selfish ways.

The look did not get past Ryuhou and he slowed his pace, wondering what the issue was. It took him a short moment to decide whether asking anything would prove productive; it was a fantasy after all. No matter his final decision, he heard himself ask anyway.

"What is it?"

She placed on his sweat-slicked pectorals and raised her regretful eyes to his.

"S... stop..."

Confused, he immediately complied but did not pull out of her.

What? This is strange...

Scheris' eyes misted and she whispered, "I'm afraid something isn't clear here..."

Ryuhou found himself wondering that even in this make-believe world, he might have pressured Scheris into something she did not truly want. Looking back he didn't recall her behaving like she didn't want any of this. Anyway, why would a fantasy argue you? He started to conclude that perhaps this would end into some bizarre nightmare where he is some cruel jerk. Any more of a cruel than using an innocent memory and taint it like this for selfish reasons that is...

He slowly lowered her leg off his shoulder and let his hand rest on her thigh. His other hand loosened its grip on her hip and he gingerly placed it on her waist. He hoped that his silence would queue her to explain herself.

Scheris hesitated before finally speaking in a shaky voice, "Am I... Is this... Why..."

I don't understand.

With a deep sigh, she painfully whispered, "...This is a fantasy to you, isn't it?"

She... she's too real for this dream...

Ryuhou's surprised looked at her question only seemed to hurt Scheris more. He was far too confused to properly try and comprehend how in the world his own dream or fantasy would question him like this. His heart pounded in his chest and he could not figure out exactly why. Was he feeling guilty?

Scheris turned her head to the side and her tears rolled down across her nose, cheek, and finally onto the bed.

"...I see."

She hastily wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and continued to look off to the side.

"Sche–"

"You got what you wanted. You can... forget me now. I wont bother you anymore..."

A mixture of panic and relief washed over him. He could finally be over this weird phase with Scheris in his head and at the same time he was scared of how much more real this mere fantasy seemed to him than any other woman he had ever been with. Disgusted with himself and guilt-ridden for tainting his best friend like this, Ryuhou felt that he should somehow find peace with himself over this and to somehow make it up to Scheris. But how?

"I–"

Everything suddenly faded into black and he was numb.

---Hours later---

Ryuhou jolted upright from the bed, feeling like he hadn't slept a wink. His heart pounded against his rib cage for a minute before calming down.

That was the most bizarre dream, fantasy, whatever.

He looked out toward the window and realized that it was still dark out. The light from the hallway barely reached the bed but it was enough for him to see things clear enough.

I wonder what really happened last night. I was in the middle of things with Mimori when... I don't even want to think about it. Speaking of which...

He turned to his side and looked over at his companion. Mimori was laying on her side with her back toward him and the blanket they shared only covered her up to her waist, just like him. She was still nude as he was as well. Out of curiosity Ryuhou leaned over to see her face.

Her closed eyes were puffy and her pillow was soaked as if she were crying while sleeping. Upon further inspection, he noticed several things that horrified him and pushed bile up his throat, nearly making him gag. He quickly threw the blanket off his lap and ran into the bathroom to empty his stomache.

Gods... I cannot believe it. How...

His mind replayed what he saw seconds ago when he got a good look at his fiancé. Her skin was bathed in bruises and bites identical to the what would have been on Scheris, had the event been real. Her bottom lip was purple with teeth marks and her wrists were bruised just like Scheris' should've been from his rough treatment.

Fuck...

Never in his existence had he felt so disgusted and ashamed of himself and his weak grasp over reality. Surely he was hallucinating while he was doing such terrible things to Mimori...

I have gone insane. This is inexcusable.

On his way out the bathroom, Ryuhou turned off the hallway light and walked his way through the dark bedroom looking for his clothing. The whole time he avoided anything near Mimori's vicinity. Once he was dressed, Ryuhou did not hesitate to exit the room and stumble his way through the hall. With each step he made, he felt more and more lost.

What has happened to me? Why is this happening?

He passed the lit kitchen with last night's dinner still on the table and walked into the living room where the exit to the home is. He bumped into the couch in the dark room and felt around for the message pad Mimori always kept near the phone on the side table. After a moment's hesitation, he carefully jotted down a note for her and left it on the coffee table.

With pitiful tears threatening to cloud his eyes, he grabbed Mimori's keys to the jeep by the door and left the house without another sound.

---Morning---

Mimori forced her sore body out of bed and was not surprised to find it empty. She avoided looking at herself as she walked over to her wardrobe. She winced with each step and hissed when she had to stretch and reach her robe. Mimori carefully placed it on and slowly tied the belt due to her throbbing wrists.

She ignored the bathroom routine and quietly made her way throughout the house. Her curiosity wouldn't leave her be and she half expected to find a quiet Ryuhou sitting somewhere and looking off into space. She wouldn't be surprised to find a lunatic as her fiancé in any of these rooms. What she was surprised, however, was to find a note for her in the living room.

Mimori picked up the note and slowly sat on the couch as she read it.

'Something is wrong with me. Maybe one day you will forgive me.'

A pitiful yet soft cry was let out her parched throat as she laid on her side. She then buried her face into the cushion, hoping to muffle sounds she did not want to hear.

She's tired of crying.

A/N: Holy bloody cow. That was like pulling teeth! I hate this chapter because it was annoying as hell to type. I know the 'sex' was unorthodox and surely not romantic. That was on purpose! He took sex as a free ticket for Mimori's trust and because his misinterpreted craving for Scheris, he felt that if he let his animal desires out into the 'imaginary' sex with Scheris then he would just be rid of all that weird energy and just move on. It was intended to be an "inner demon" matter but apparently it went too far when he mixed up the girls and abused Mimori instead. Mad fuck up.

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