A/N: Poor Oriya, he's having such a sucky time.
Oriya-All thanks to you…
Dark- Heh heh, hey now! I said I was sorry.
Oriya-Liar…
Dark- Gah... Ah well I hope my readers are enjoying Ghost so far. :Waves:
Oriya- Sadists…
Dark- Tee hee
-Dark-
Ghost
Chapter Seven
Urk. Splash. Slosh. Moan. Urk. Spit. Gag. Ugh...
Okay, miso soup on toast for breakfast today: bad idea. Fuck! I'm half starved for Christ's sake! This sucks. And breakfast looked so appetizing! Grrr…..argh! My slammed arm into the wall behind me(as I was sitting on the bathroom floor next to the toilet) and I nearly screamed, not from the pain in my arm but with overall frustration.
I hate being sick! I don't want him to see me sick anymore! I don't want him to see me weak and not act like my pervert of a friend.
I sighed. At least I can get angry again and not have it drain me of life. The warmth that bubbled within me…I welcoming emotions this intense. I have only felt…
"…What have I been feeling?" I found myself saying aloud. I wasn't sure.
Okay, lets review. (For some strange reason, I am in a classroom where I am staring a chart of me with some odd brunette leading me in a lecture of me…-Dark- Well, I AM writing this, Oriya…)
Before Muraki' return:
Moved around in daze for most of day
Cried and was really angry and sad for a while after fire
Hated company
Moody and lashed out a people (made three different girls cry)
Was really sick
Seeking sexual comfort
Okay…I wasn't the best person to be around for the most part… So, I was moody and crabby and depressed and angry… lets see how I am now.
After Muraki Return:
Moody
Irritated
Recovering
Nostalgic
Sexually frustrated.
Okay, no real change…
(-Dark- :Eye brow twitch, leaps and slams fan down on Oriya's head: Be honest, if not for yourself but for the audience!!)
Oh… I'm such a fool… I…I am relieved to see him. Hell, I'll even be so big as to say that I am happy he's here and not dead.(-Dark- :pats head: Good boy!)How can I not be overjoyed that my life long friend is alright? Guess I really am just a stupid mutt dog, forever loving its master even when he neglects it.
I found myself thinking about that guy again, that brunette in the cheap black suit. I had…been so angry that he had brought a man into my brothel. He could've had a woman. He could've had me…
He called him 'the one that I love'…
That guy could never love you like I do. He would never love you. So why, Muraki? Why?
But…my love is deeper, to deep for me to ever consider stealing Muraki away. He's my life long friend, my brother…and even my bed partner. The only man I will ever love like that.
Shit.
"Mother-San…" I moaned out, rolling my head back to rest it against the way.
"Young master?" The elderly, pure voice came to me and it seemed to help my aching body settle down.
"Call up Marina. I want Catherine to come over." I said with a flat tone. Marina was a host club owner. She's the equivalent to me. If I had been born a woman, I would be this woman, or, at least, a relative.
Beautiful with all that brown hair, dark brown eyes, a deep natural complexion and legs a mile long! She was a Japanese Philippines bred girl, her mother had been a trafficked woman who was favored by her boss. He loved her, she bore him a child then killed herself after labor. Unlike me, Marina had a loving father. She took his business over, just like I had with my family.
"Are you sure you want Catherine. I thought you two were not on speaking terms." Mother asked and this actually made me reconsider my choice of women.
I refused to bed my girls. I protected them from those who would abuse my girls and I would be abusing my status as master. A master does not bed down with his servants. No, another woman from another pimp will do.
Catherine was a beautiful woman, a former businesswoman in America. She was an everyday pencil pusher over there. She mentioned the name, 'Staten' Island, was it? I didn't know the Americans had an Island state other than Hawaii.
Ha ha, had you there didn't I? To be honest, that's exactly what I first thought before I did some research. Staten Island isn't a state. it's a part of the state of New York and the city of New York City. See? I'm not so hopeless.
Anyway, she got into this business because the income intake it amazing. Selling flesh is a profitable thing in this country after all. (Dark knows because she did a research paper on it once.)
Though, the last time I was with her… I said something that made her angry. I've yet to apologize. I've been moody, sick and a total jackass.
I blame Muraki…
"…on second thought just call Marina. I want a lunch date with her tomorrow." I looked over at Mother-San who was still so patient while I was lost in thought. This poor old woman… I make her worry so much. I should to be a better son.
"So soon? And with the young mistress no less! Oh, you must be feeling better!" Mother-San said with glee, bobbing on the balls of her feet. Still so young at heart. That's a real woman for you.
"I am feeling better and I'll be 110 percent better by tomorrow. I will make sure of that!" I said, pushing myself off the bathroom floor, pulling my kimono closed as it loosened and fell open when I got up. Though, when I did, I heard a sickening splash. The end of my favorite checkered obi had fallen into the toilet.
"Shit!" I yelled out loud and I pulled it out, my vomit and toilet water dripped off its corners. "You have got to be kidding me…" I moaned and the obi was stolen from me before I knew it. No sooner after, I was left standing in only my boxers as Mother-San stole the kimono I wore and was off with a mass of silk in her arms. After all, it was Kimono day, when all the kimonos got off to the dry cleaners.
Sighing, I moved out into the hall, having sprinted to our public lavatory to empty my bowls, and found I was being waited for.
Across the hall, leaning against the wall, a calm faced Muraki stood.
"Eh-" This threw me off. Okay, I'm naked(almost), weak and I may smell like puke. Two out of three isn't bad for Muraki. One of three… I know, the odds are against me.
That silver eye stared at me with both sternness and hunger. He didn't speak, only stared.
"W-What? Can't a man roam his home in his underwear?" I stammered at him, folding my arms over my chest, trying to look indifferent.
"Of course, Oriya." Muraki said to me and that smug look came onto his face. Fine, look at me with that contemptible gaze. See if I care…
"You go see her yet?" I asked him, finding that my senses were back to normal and I could smell the cigarette Muraki had just moment ago still clinging to him. A part of my wanted to nuzzle up against him, breath in that lovely smell. Man, its been too long since I've gone without my pipe.
"I was planning on going with you tomorrow." Muraki said, moving from the wall and up to me. Ah, including me so he since forced to confess why he's been MIA for a month.
"Can't." I said flatly.
"Why not?" He pressed, raising an eyebrow at me. I usually don't turn him down when it comes to the topic of Ukyou so this was a rare moment for him.
"Got plans." I forced my face to remain calm and cold.
"Oriya, you never have 'plans'." Muraki looked over at me with a matter of fact look.
"I do. I'm going out with my woman." 'My woman'? My, that is bold of me to say. She was far from my woman, more like the yakuza's pin up girl but if you made a move on her, she'd slice you up.
"You don't have a woman." Again, he didn't believe me. He was working so hard to disprove of my 'date'…
"The Silver Vipers mistress, Naoki Marina." Oh, this was hard, keeping the amusement out of my face.
This made his go very quiet. He believed me. Though, he didn't like what I had to say. Did he really think I'd always wait for him? Hmph! Silly man. I have needs as a man too, he should know.
"'Cuse me but I need a shower." I said to him and moved past him. I didn't dare look back to see if he was following me or just watching me.
Muraki never likes being turned down or brushed off. Granted, this is one of the rare moments I have turned him away, I know he isn't pleased with me in the least.
Moving quickly, as to avoid running into more people to gawk at me, it wasn't long before I was in my room. Sigh. I spent a night away from it but I'm still annoyed with it. Well, I'm gonna spend another night away tomorrow and I may camp out in my office again tonight. Things were turning up for me.
The bathroom was same as ever, cleaned by Mother-San no doubt, but nothing changes. Though, the man in the mirror looked way better.
I stood there looking at myself. Stubble from nightly growth, I scratched at that pitiful beard and took the time to shave.
One draw of the razor, two drags, another drag then-
"Ow!" I let out in a soft hiss. I nicked myself. Damn it. Right at the base of my jaw, blood seeped down, staining the shaving cream still on my throat. With a sigh, I moved my hand quick but carefully to finish up then wash my face. With a wash cloth, I pressed the cloth to my wound, eyeing my hand in the mirror.
"You cut yourself." I voice came from the door. Muraki.
I stared at him for a moment and finally scoffed. "I thought I locked that thing." I said to the man in the doorway, knowing full well I had shut the door but hadn't locked it, since I'm just lazy that way. Sighing, I looked over at him as a hand went through my hair, my other hand still occupied by stopping my bleeding.
My eyes watched as my alabaster friend came into the room.
Yeah. I know. I know exactly what was coming.
Never a coy man, Muraki came to me and moved himself so I had my back to the mirror and sink. For some reason, I barely ever resist him. Must be that loyal dog trait of mine.
His hand came up into my hair for a moment, pulling uneven bits from my face. A slave to his lustful touch, all I could do was sigh, moving my head against his hand.
"Oriya." He spoke my name when I felt a second hand pull at the cloth at my throat. For a second, I froze. I looked over at his face, still that calm mask, the complete opposite of my enthralled expression. He wanted my blood.
"No." I said to him. I am not one of his dolls. I'm his friend. I an accomplice. Fuck, I'm even his goddamn whore but I am not one of his dolls! "Get away. Now."
He stared at me with intense eyes, not of an angry or frustrated man but one lost in his own yearning. That gaze was powerful a bit too powerful. Are these the eyes his victims stare into, succumb to?
His hands moved up along my body, his warm touch like fire, so hot and…welcomed.
No, I didn't want this. I had to get away.
I turned my head away. "No…"
Muraki leaned himself more to me, my body moved back away, my back arched over the sink. My head and shoulders came in contact with the cold mirror soon after. "Muraki!" I said loudly, as if to snap him back into himself.
"Isn't this what you want, Oriya?" He said into my ear, breath hot against my skin.
"Wha-What are you talking about?" I said to him, trying to resist this urge to let him have me in anyway he so wished. Oh… it was easy to see that I was loosing. Bark bark.
"You are going out with that woman tomorrow and you dangle it in front of me. Another touching your perfectly sculpted body… another making you moan and sigh and pant… You have known me for so long now. You must've known…" He spoke to me in tone that was laced with heat and his hand took hold of my waist. "I would object."
I soon found myself bend over my sink, spun with such force and pushed so violently against the porcelain that I let out a gasp, both hands coming to slam on lip of the sink to catch myself. A hand from behind my gripped my hair and pulled my head back to me, not rough, just forceful.
Huh, he really is being forceful this time. I must've really pissed him off.
"O-Object all you wish. I-I'm still going!" I said to him, arching my body up, putting a forearm on the mirror to steady myself, panting like a dog.
He's the only person that can dominate me like this, make me pant with little effort. He knows my body so well. His mouth came and kissed my shoulder, biting into it with enough pressure. Such a primal instinct to mark who've you made yours…
He pushed me more to the mirror, my head colliding into my arm and his lips went to my wound, exposed and still oozing red.
"Mur-Muraki!" I called out. No. I didn't want to be another doll for him. It wasn't fair.
But I was shocked when his lips pulled away.
"Blood is wine to me, Oriya. Do you know what you taste like?" He asked into my ear, hands on my waist, pushing the waistband of my boxers away and those hands moved forward and down…
"Ah-!" I let out as his hands gripped me. God, my body burned for him. Every fiber wanted him, his touch, screaming out for it.
"Ka-Kazutaka…" I breathed out to him, reaching back and placing a hand behind his head, pulling it to me, letting his mouth find my throat, sucking at the skin but not at my wound.
His hands moved from me and there was the faint chink of metal and the shifting of cloth. It killed my to let his hands leave me. I was too hot, too hard to ignore it. I waited with my head against my arm, eyes shut.
When I heard the metal of his belt hit the floor, a hand pulled me back and against him. Naked. Skin on skin, finally.
He moved my head enough to lock me in an orgasmic kiss as he angled himself and pushed his way inside me. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. Oh, god it hurt so good!
Those lips released me and I gasped out, nearly going against the mirror again, hands on either side of the wall next to the mirror. My reflection had a look of pure ecstasy, enraptured in the hold of the Muraki in the mirror behind him.
I moaned and cried out with each thrust he took, always deep and quick, making it hurt. But this hurt was amazing when Muraki was inflicting it.
In front, his hand played with me. Hard and pulsing, I held on for as long as could. I always did as to avoid possibly being mocked later for my quick climax. I have never come too quickly so I've never been to sure about the mockery.
The moments were long and agonizing pleasure. I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted so much so soon but I wasn't in control. Muraki was.
"Kazu...taka…please." I found myself breathing, the mirror Oriya's mouth moving with my words, imitating me. His face was red and sweat gleamed on his skin. Mirror Muraki's face held a look of pleasure as well but he also looked amused. I always do make him laugh even when I don't mean to.
In a blinding rush, I came and I nearly bashed my head into the mirror with the power of it, thankfully my elbows locked in time and prevented my head from breaking the mirror. I panted, watching Muraki lick at the semen on his hand, staring at me in the mirror with a smile.
It wasn't long before a felt Muraki against my back, hugging my body to him and he came inside me, a hot, wet explosion that made me gasp.
Panting like me, he stayed like that against me until he moved his head, lips to my ear. "You, Oriya…your taste…your wine is like a Bordeaux that only royals would be able to afford. You are just that sublime." He spoke softly to me and he unsheathed himself from me. His warmth left me there, frozen as I was bent over the sink.
That pathway inside me…I almost hated him for doing that to me. He always makes me believe he loves me. Maybe that's why I'm such a masochist when it comes to Muraki.
"Kazutaka…" I found myself saying, my heart heavy in my chest as I stood alone in that bathroom.
Damn. I really suck at fighting his advances…