M. I mean it. Really M. Not in explicitness, but just the plot I suppose. Very dark, and skids around some very scary events.
Setsuka wrapped her beloved brother's jacket around her tighter, inhaling the intoxicating mix of smoky cologne that only he could carry so well. She had done all their laundry in the dead of night, unable to sleep, but Cain's clothing was just as stubborn as its owner was. Even after hand washing the fabric vigorously, his scent still lingered. How couldn't she love anything her brother provided though? She happily rubbed her face into his oversized coat, throwing the material around her bare legs to appreciate its warm comfort.
The cool morning was depressing enough for the sleep-deprived sister. Cain giving her his coat was the only bright spot on an otherwise bleak day. He didn't act like her usual loving Nii-san at all. Just a grumpy one; short and testy with her from the moment he laid eyes on her.
When she woke Cain at his usual time, he purposely threw himself under the covers and turned away, unwilling to face the bright sunshine. When she finally did catch a glimpse of him, he looked as if he hadn't slept well. Cain's hair was in unusual disarray and he had the ghost of dark rings under his eyes. Setsuka questioned what kept him up, but he gave no response to why he looked so bad. Cain didn't finish his small bowl of miso soup for breakfast, locked himself in the shower for much longer than his usual routine, and actively tried not to interact with her, no matter how much Setsu pleaded.
She tried to hug him, an attempt to use his sister complex in her favor, but her brother only grabbed her dimples and pulled at it, hard. Hard enough to leave pink imprints on her baby soft skin.
Worst of all, he snapped at her and berated her fashion taste. Nii-san's cheek-pulling stung, but not as much as his scolding did. Setsu watched Cain storm out of the room without her, muttering how he needed a smoke.
The white mock-blouse and leather strapless vest were tight, but rather tame in Setsuka's opinion. She pulled the laces as tight as it could go, making sure nothing would slip. Despite the corset's uplifting feature, it covered most of her upper half. It simply looked tailored to her body. While it was form fitting, it was better than wearing anything low cut.
No…It was probably the skirt that annoys nii-san…
Setsu huffed in the mirror as she looked over herself, mad at her brother's bad mood but content at his protectiveness. She knew the tartan pleated skirt was short, attached to various clinking chains and studs that made it even harder to walk in her high heel knee boots. The skirt was shorter than her original miniskirt even, making it impossible to sneak bike shorts under. That's why she had left it at the bottom of her closet. It wasn't as she wanted to wear it. At least Cain hadn't known about the exotic-kawaii lingerie set beneath.
Her character broke, letting the actress's normal frame of mind return despite her discontent about it. Kyoko acknowledged the outfit's risqué look, but it was also a Jerry-selected ensemble, and she needed to keep up the appearance the Heel name required. The tiny plaid skirt was the only option available to her in her wardrobe, as most of Setsuka's fashionable clothing were too good to be anything other than dry-cleaned.
Expensive! Kyoko's mind screamed, thinking of the bill she must be collecting, having all that wash she charged to the room. Still, the front desk assured her everything would be clean and waiting for her when they got back. She'd change once they returned to the room.
In her own mind, Kyoko never thought she'd be the one who went too far.
Setsuka was the most outwardly "seductive" character in Kyoko's opinion. Natsu went to an all girls-school, so Kyoko never confronted the opposite sex in character. Even if she did, Natsu was too confident to submit herself for any man to grunt under. Her virginity was too valuable a prize. Mio's scar kept men away, and even then her lust was only for revenge. All her other characters had no "love" scenes, and Kyoko liked it that way.
Setsu had her nii-san, loving him with all she was. It was an intense sister-brother complex, and Kyoko had no doubt Setsu was the type who was confident in her sex appeal and didn't mind dangling the appearance of a family taboo in public. It was weird, but at least they were siblings. That small fact had convinced Kyoko that she could attempt the role. That fact would keep Setsu from going too far.
Yet here she was, trapped inside her own head.
Kyoko's thoughts unconsciously ran back to the dream, the main reason why the actress was so desperate to get into her character.
Kyoko made a sound in complaint, but involuntarily turned it into a moan as her captive caught her nipple in his mouth again and firmly sucked on the bud with no pretend gentleness. He caught her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled, causing her to cry out in a mixture of discomfort and gratification. The dark musician secured the wet rosy nipple with his other hand, and went to perform the same rough tongue treatment on her other breast.
Pulling away just a bit, he moved his hot mouth to the upper part of her cleavage and sucked hard. When he finally pulled away, a furious red mark glowed on her skin as a sign of his mark.
Kyoko shivered and closed her legs tighter, assuring herself its cause was the sudden drop in temperature.
She was not a harlot! She was a proper Japanese lady. There was no way she would be interested in such a base act, especially when she wasn't married and in love. Procreation was only for children, not enjoyment. Especially not with that damn Beagle!
Kyoko grabbed her wig and shook it in vigorous frustration, determined to purify her mind. Mogami Kyoko did not think of sex. Ever. Not with Jerk #1. Not with Jerk #2. Not even with Tsuruga Ren, who even she knew was the object of at least 50% of Japanese women's fantasies.
Can you blame them? A dark voice whispered in her mind. A new tone foreign to all her previously created personalities. She could feel its serpentine tongue drip with poisoned tart sweetness, unaccustomed to its silkiness.
You saw him in the shower. Tsuruga invited you in. You wanted to join him.
No… Kyoko responded back furiously in her mind. Cain invited me. Teasing me. He didn't mean it. What would he want with me?
The same thing every naked man wants from a women. The same thing every woman wants from a desired, naked man.
I never wanted anything from Tsuruga-san. She promptly blocked out the thought that her senpai could want her. That idea was just silly.
What she couldn't block was the way he smiled at her with his seductive Emperor grin, promising her the best gifts his nightly palace could offer. The sight of the soapy trails of water drip down his broad shoulders, well-chiseled chest, and...
You really think you wanted to see because of your dolls? Do you really think you can fool yourself?
Blushing furiously, Kyoko flipped her twisted pink and blond locks over her shoulder, as she gazed at the rest of the filming crew. Everyone else was more bundled than she was, captivated by her senpai's skillful, maddening slink toward this scene's victim. His movements were like a graceful snake, lips firmly pressed in a cruel smile, as his dark eyes flashed dangerously.
It was the same predatory smile he had given her, on the many occasions he had gotten too close.
Kyoko shot up to her feet, suddenly feeling the urge to flee.
He's probably cold... I'll find some coffee for Tsuruga-san for when he gets back, then apologize for my appearance and any trouble I caused him.
Figuring he would need the coat in between scenes (and as his smokes were still in his pocket), she left it hanging on one of the prop tables, and headed off in the direction of main street. Setsu would probably pick up some smokes for Cain too, as a way to get on his good side again.
Now I'm sure I remember seeing an 11-7 around here.
The female Heel wandered through the massive sideways, and through the busy streets. She could feel the disgusting stares of the boys that were not her nii-san, but she wasn't going to be caught off guard again. Setsu was a delinquent teen, which attracted attention. Mio however, had an aura of a deadly aristocrat, which would keep any interested suitors away. Switching between the two was enough to make the trip a solitary one.
Spotting the convenient store between two long buildings, Kyoko broke from the lunch rush and headed into the alleyway. She welcomed the peace as her heels slowly became the only sound of footsteps between the two buildings. Here she was spared the leering glances that made her neck hair stand on end, and the risk of…
Kyoko's supernatural antenna shot up, as a douse of cold water splashed through her veins. Her adrenaline surged, as a wave of fear stopped her steps. She stood almost at the middle of the alleyway, crowds of people shuffling on both sides. The 11-7 sign glowed, like a goal at the end of a race.
~Something's wrong!~ Her spirits cried. ~Get out of here Mama!~ ~Flee! Flee!~
The actress looked both way, ready to run. She only took her first step before being grabbed, pulled into a darker side alley.
She squirmed against him and the brick wall, wild as trapped street cat. Her golden eyes glittered with hatred as Kyoko tried to scream and kick. The hunter held his palm firmly over her seductive lips, enjoying her futile attempts to escape. Using the difference of weight and strength between them, Reino pinned her to the immobile wall.
"Akazukin-chan, didn't you miss me?" He whispered, bringing his warm breath to her ear.
"Bmhemeahmmgle…"
"I almost didn't recognize you…but I could feel my soul crying out to yours." He nuzzled his wet lips to her earlobe, which resulted in a deep revolting shiver. At least she assured herself it was.
"Wmihatmm dhhoo yhhooum whaannnmmt?" The captive mumbled angrily into her captor's hand.
"What do I want?" Reino repeated, understanding her easily. "Why I simply want to make your dream come true."
She opened her mouth to catch his skin between her teeth, but Reino pulled his hand away and repositioned it in a way that she couldn't bite, quick enough to not allow any of her cries to escape.
"Surely you wouldn't bite me and scream my dear?" The fellow entertainer smirked. "I'd hate to think how your guardian might misunderstand…and all his coworkers as well…"
Kyoko's eyebrows arched up, taking in the situation's predicament.
What would people think? Setsuka's too street smart to be caught in a position like this. I would fail my position and be an embarrassment.
He smiled coyly as her angry golden sparks turned into an inferno, knowing that her silly desire to please and not cause trouble would win out in the end. She didn't tell anyone when he caught her in the woods, and now the stakes were even greater. They were both more famous, and there would be too many people to hush up if someone caught them both.
"The only dream I have…" Kyoko hissed, as the musician removed his hand from her mouth, "is for you to be brought to the pound."
Kyoko was struck suddenly at the realization that her spirits were terrified. They hid deep inside her, cowering in fear and unable to strike, despite their mistress's plight. That's why the air had gotten so cold, and why she hadn't been warned of his presence before it was too late.
"Is that right?" Reino drawled, mockingly. He put most of his weight on her, pinning her frame to the stone behind her. She could feel him, all of him, and she blanched. "Because I remember it another way. Still, there's an easy way to check…"
Using his sharpened nail, the hunter made a quick swipe at the top laces along the corset's front. It, along with the mesh shirt behind it, neatly ripped. Exposing the milky swell of her cleavage, the obvious love bite shined through like an angry red tattoo. Kyoko's face turned away ashamed at the sight, blushing a deep embarrassed red. Reino raked his eyes over the mark proudly, an answer to what he had assumed.
"La Petite Mort." His French accent was perfect, as he returned his breath to her ear. "The Little Death. I hear that when you partake in sin, you give up a little of your soul to enjoy the baseless pleasures that the bedroom can bring."
His kisses were infinitely more gentle than Kyoko had expected. It started right below her earlobe, and trailed down her neck. He spoke as he followed the imaginary trail, his prey perfectly still with her eyes clenched shut.
"Of course, we don't have as much control over our bodies as we'd like to have." His lips were cooler than they should have been, a contrast to her warmer than usual skin. His tongue slid down her soft petal neck, leaving a light trail that she could feel when the wind blew.
As he sucked at her collarbone, she finally began to show a sign of life. Once still as a board, she began thrashing, determined to get away from his grip.
A small adjustment in his stand was all it took, his words becoming husky and hard. "An innocent too bound up in fantasies of delicacy and appropriateness is bound to break, or at least crack." Once she realized he enjoyed her squirming, it died down again.
"Just…" Kyoko voice sounded hollow, as she held back her angry tears. "...get it over with Beagle."
"As you insist my pet." Reino's lips captured the love bite, letting his soul take down her emotional barricade.
He pulled her into the shower, capturing the small actress by surprise. The soup ladle and heeled shoes fell to the bathroom floor tile with a clatter, as her small frame got tugged past the shower curtains.
The water was amazingly warm, as Ren tucked her against the cool shower wall and him. The contrast of hot and cold surprised her. She could feel the blond wig grow heavy on her head, as some tiny part of her made a note to dry out her clothes as soon as possible or they'd be ruined.
"Tsuruga-san! What're you…?" Her voice caught in her throat as Ren pulled the spiky collar off her and found his way to the curve of her neck. He lifted her up to the proper level as if she weighed nothing, and he suckled against the virgin skin, nipping and kissing at her with a fervor she never thought possible.
Her heart caught in her throat as he moaned her name, barely audible over the sound of the water in her ear. "Kyoko-chan…" He unzippered her jacket and threw it haphazardly outside the shower, which she followed until his lips landed on hers.
Mint, smoke and something indistinguishable invaded her mouth as Ren kissed her. His kisses weren't tame nor were they wild. His lips and tongue were passionate, coaxing, and intimate, as Kyoko felt herself sink into the enthralling pleasure of it. The mixtures of tastes were all that filled her mind, as she wrapped her arms around the actor's neck and ran her fingers through his wet hair.
She wasn't sure how he got his hand there, but she certainly heard the tear of her tank top as the actor ripped it off her tiny frame. Surprise was the expression on both their faces, except hers was from his action, and his was from her bra. Baby pink with ribbons and thin lace went almost instantly transparent under the spray of the shower head. His eyes clouded with telltale desire, as her perk pink nipples showed through.
"Ren, we…ahh.." His tongue caught on her nipple, the thin lace a useless barrier between the actor as his goal. His lips pulled at her tips mischievously, and leaned down to nuzzle at her cleavage as one hand captured her backside to pull her closer.
His skillful hands made short work of her lingerie, as the clasp gave way to bare skin. Once her skin was bare he touched every millimeter, massaging, licking, teasing, and kissing. The attention on her made her knees weak, but he held her up with no effort.
Ren paused at her pants, hand hovering at the belt that separated them. Kyoko leaned her head back against the tile, as his tender fingers stroked her flat stomach. It was the first time he paused since he pulled her in, and finally the fog of ecstasy began to fade.
"…Ren?" Kyoko said hesitantly, fearfulness creeping in as her actions caught up with her mind.
"Kyoko…" Ren whispered into her wet hair, slipping his hand past her belt. "My princess…" His finger brushed just the right spot, and her astonished cry rang into the bathroom. "Come back with me to the fairy kingdom…"
Looking up, she saw him. Bright blond hair, clear blue eyes. Handsome. Grown. Regal. The Corn of today, a hybrid of her childhood prince, and Tsuruga Ren.
"I love you Kyoko-chan.."
She looked in alarm and triumph at the shallow swipe her nails had made against his skin. Kyoko felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that scarring an entertainer's face was the lowest thing another entertainer could do, but in the reality of thing what he had done had been much worse. He had cursed her with some…disgusting spell. He had made her think…mature thoughts, intoxicated her body so that it wouldn't respond to common sense. He twisted all her dreams.
Her heart pounded and she lifted her nails up again, watching Reino recover from her attack and waiting to fend him off again. He brushed his cheek and felt the angry red slashes she had made.
"You attacked me…" Reino spoke, hoarse and gruff, staring at the ground. He muttered lightly, in faint shock of what happened. "My pet Akazukin-chan…attacked me…"
His laugh was low at first, but grew louder, more ecstatic as she watched him. Kyoko felt her veins flush with ice water, as his laughter rose higher and more overjoyed at every breath. He cupped his cheek like a schoolboy receiving his crush's first kiss. Kyoko stepped back, edging along the wall to make a run for it.
"My pet…" Reino laughter stopped immediately. His movement was lightening, catching her waist and turning his voice into the most content of purrs. "is certainly not plain anymore."
He released her, and disappeared down the alley before she took in his exit. As one set of footsteps died away, another approached, heavier and more urgent than the other.
"Setsu! Setsu!"
Cain found her sitting in a hidden corner, clutching her knees with distant eyes. He winced, as she flinched to his touch.
"Even if I lost a bit my soul, it seems to have found a lovely new home."
Reino is a sly bastard. He really is. What better way to screw with Kyoko than attack her innocence with a figure she already likes?
Please, please let me know what you think! I don't know what to think of it. I've no idea where this chapter came from – besides wanting to strengthen my lemony writing. Still not willing to open this story though. As far as I'm concerned, it's complete.
Happy Halloween. Be careful what you do with your soul.