Disclaimer: I do not own La Corda D'Oro. Yuki Kure does. I simply own the original idea and anything non-canonical.
Pairing: Azuma/Kahoko
Summary: Love is often called a game, a battle, a way to pass the time. Why should it be thought of as anything more?
Lovers I – Slaves: Yunoki/Hino
He did not have a great deal of control over his life, so he took control over hers.
It started out as the simple, toying ways he would manipulate her world. Using her as a faux-bride, dressing her in gowns that ranged high in the thousands, treating her as something between a princess and a servant; it was all a game in the beginning. He took undue amusement from her helplessness and ignored his own growing sense of entrapment.
But after he graduated from Seisou, the game turned more serious. When he spirited her off to England on a weekend journey – for he said he'd take her there, and he always kept his word – it did not go as planned. He teased her constantly, slipping between light and dark minds, but when he kissed her at the end of the trip, he had no idea which persona had taken control.
It made him angry to know that she could confuse him like this. He redoubled his efforts to wrestle power back into his hands, seeing her on a more frequent basis so that he could make it clear she was his and never the other way around. Things got progressively worse (better) until one night in Paris ended with him making her scream his name.
So he made her think, made her act, made her his, and he let himself believe that everything was fine because he was the one in control.
Then, because she was Hino Kahoko and never one to be defined as silent or submissive, she broke the rules.
She took control, not over him but over herself. She moved where she could, touched what she wished, said what she believed. And because she was so gentle and kind and wanted so much for him, she chose to give him pleasure. She chose to want him, to need him, to desire him.
She chose to love him.
He found it the most intoxicating sensation to realize that they were not slaves, but masters of their own lives.
Author's Notes (11/12/07): I am sick; so very unfortunately sick that it's been keeping me from writing anything new. All the coughing and sneezing and hacking can be very distracting when one is trying to be creative. Thus, this little gem goes up because I couldn't write something brand new if my life depended on it.
To tears: I'm working on your piece. I actually have an idea in mind, but with the illness I've yet to make it pretty or post-worthy.
To Mars: Ah, a challenge. I accept. Be on the lookout for a Kanazawa/Hino fic in the eventual future (sometime after tears' is done).
To everyone else: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Sorry I haven't gotten back to everyone personally, but it really means a lot to me that you're keeping up with my humble little stories.