A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for taking so long with getting a second chapter up, with mid-terms and college transferring to a more art-related school haha. Thank you for the reviews and for the alerts/faves, they really mean a lot to me. =)
WARNING: This chapter contains sexual content. Nothing too explicit, but it's fairly obvious.
Bold Italics mean the characters are saying English/Engrish words.
Flashbacks are written in 3rd person. The rest is in Mego's POV, Italics are her thoughts.
The sun remained covered by the forest below, shading the little Dokuganryu and the little Harinago. Birds continued to chirp to cancel out the chilling silence as both boy and girl stared at one another, their faces completely revealed to one another.
"Be-au-ti-fu-l?" Mego-hime replied, carefully saying the word as her ruby eyes widened in surprise then blinked a few times. She slowly tilted her head with curiosity – how could she be beautiful?
"Yeah. I think." The young dragon replied, scratching the back of his head while staring off to rid himself of this awkward feeling.
Mego blinked a few more times, then smiled and walked up to him, leaning her head forward allowing only a couple of inches between their faces. A few strands of her hair began to dance about, some brushing against Masamune's face.
The young dragon looked back at the staring girl, a faint blush dancing across his face as his single eye locked with her own pair. He watched as both of her hands moved up to his face, causing him to flinch slightly at her touch. Something seemed different about her hands; they had the otherworldly chill that seemed to be present within the forest, but they were also soft and welcoming to him – something he wasn't familiar with when it came to the opposite sex.
"Dokuganryu." Mego whispered, closed her eyes as she moved her face closer to his. Masamune didn't move closer, but he didn't pull away either. Instead, he closed his eyes and waited to see what she was planning first.
Then he felt warmth against his lips, causing a faint jolt in his stomach in reaction to her kiss. It was neither shy nor demanding, but gentle yet made him feel like she was thanking him.
This can't be a custom of the Tamura, that old man was way too crusty. The boy thought then shrugged it off, returning the small affection by placing his hands on her sides. Every so often he could feel strands of her hair touching his face.
"Treasure..." Masamune whispered out as our bodies entwined against the bed's fabric, the blankets cocooning us completely. Between the blankets and our own body heats mixing together, our bodies were slick with sweat and our breathing became heavy.
The clothing we wore previously lay scattered all over the room, some making a trail leading towards where we were. The private courtyard door remained open, the sun almost completely covered by the distant mountains as nightfall followed close behind. Within a few minutes in to our lovemaking, the moon showed its face to the world below it.
I gasped, my back arched as my body pressed hungrily against his which only prompted him to grab my body with equal hunger. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, exactly how any possessive dragon would hold his treasure. A sudden jolt of stinging pain shot from my shoulder, forcing me to open my eyes and looking towards the source, only to find Masamune's teeth sinking into my flesh. I could only let out a low moan and then could faintly hear a low growl from my husband.
I felt my body being lifted up from the dampened bed-sheets and being pulled into his lap. The cool night air touched my sweat-covered skin almost instantly as it sent pleasant chills through me. I lifted my head to look at him; my half-closed eyes stared back at his lone left eye. I gently placed one hand over his eyepatch, slowly lifting the cloth from his right eye then set it aside. I moved my lips over the closed socket, careful to not put too much weight against the scarred skin. I wanted to heal him as much as he wanted to heal me. I felt his hands caress my back, a soothing feeling but also a weakness of mine as I sighed with bliss.
I pulled from kissing his eye, once again locking gazes with him. His hands moved back down to my hips as mine wrapped around his neck, both of us slowly gripping the other as we both asked the same question...
"Are you ready?"
Soft laughter erupted from both of us, and then we shifted back into subtle seriousness. I nodded, he nodded.
Yes. We are ready.
The young dragon and the little demoness sat on a fallen tree together, the sun setting in the distance as they watched the river dance downstream. Both remained silent after their little kiss, too bashful to speak of the action afterwards.
Mego hugged her legs as she looked over at Masamune who was tossing pebbles into the clear water. An occasional plunk would cut the silence. Feeling like he was being watched, he looked over at her smiling face. He smiled back through flushed cheeks and tousled brown hair.
"Botenmaru-sama!" an older male voice could be heard in the distance, causing the boy to jump from his spot on the tree and landing on the ground.
"Mego-Hime! Come here at once!" another voice followed. Though male, it wasn't as soft as the other, but more angered.
"Damn! They must be looking for us!" Masamune said then looked back at Mego who only had a look of fear in her eyes.
"No. No. No." Mego repeated, trying to back away from the approaching figures. Her fear only caused confusion with the young boy.
"Mego? What's up?" the young dragon asked as he watched the girl's strange behaviour. What was up with that girl anyway?
"They're coming to take us away..." she whimpered, her red eyes glistening with red tears as they fell from her face. Masamune put both of his hands on her face to get a better look.
"Mego, you're bleeding!" he yelled now desperately trying to wipe away the bloody tears from her eyes.
"This...Is how a demon cries..." she whispered, silently sobbing as she crumpled against him. He wrapped his arms around her protectively though not exactly sure what she meant by "taking them away".
Everything was a blur; Kojyuro Katakura instinctively grabbed Masamune while Kiyoaki angrily wrenched his daughter from him.
The daimyo-to-be was gently being escorted an opposite direction, though his head remained looking back.
What he saw was Mego reaching out to him, her sobbing turned into painful wails as Kiyoaki dragged her by her hair. What his attendant said was muffled, but what she said remained in his head for years.
"Don't let it die! Find me again, Dokuganryu! My heart shall always be yours!"
It would be six years until the Dokuganryu and the Harinago would reunite.
The boy known as Botenmaru took on a new name, now going by the name of Masamune Date. As he grew up, he became a formidable individual of his time.
At fourteen, he won his first battle; unifying the Oshu region.
At eighteen, he became the Lord of Oshu.
Though these accomplishments were admirable, he carried about his business with a double-sided personality. Those who saw him on a daily basis would see the cocky, sarcastic yet cool-headed leader that his army came to admire greatly. Alone, he was left his thoughts of his past. The voice of a little demon girl remained burned into his memory and sometimes haunting his dreams.
Occasionally, he would look out of the doorway to face the direction of Mount Osore, the mountain of fear. Its rumours of demons and restless spirits spread across the Northern tip of Japan. But what very few knew was that somewhere near there rested Miharu Castle, home to Kiyoaki Tamura and his tortured demonic daughter, Mego-Hime. Sometimes he would see the sky in that area become stained with red, and distant screams would follow.
"Who are you torturing for your own sickly ways, Old Man Tamura?" Masamune muttered to himself, unaware that Kojyuro sat in the same room but remained silent nonetheless.
The older man knew perfectly well who the young daimyo was talking about.
As for Mego-Hime, she was locked away within the walls of Miharu Castle, almost never seeing the sun.
At seventeen, she escaped her confines and disappeared with her nursemaid, Junko Itsuko.
Rumours stated that she fled the province in search of someone. Others suggested that she became a small-scale daimyo and leads an army of women as revenge.
What they didn't know was what her face looked like, as she wore the clay mask once more.
The Dokuganryu and the Harinago were forced to split, blindly searching for one another.
Author's Note: Alas! I bring you another chapter though it's kinda rushed and short. I'm on a bit of a creation block and with Christmas zooming on by, New Years approaching as well as my (brace yourself!) birthday, the third chapter may take just as long. I also had a bit of a virus problem though it's fixed now.
So! Feel free to drop a comment or two, stop by my deviantART gallery seen in my profile, or just say hi. Pardon the possible grammatical and spelling errors. My laptop keys are rather messed up and I seem to enjoy forcing myself to stay up late hahaha. :)