Little Angel Ch. 20

Again, I'm soooo sorry for the long awaited update, but um, yes, here it is. I promise, it's not just a filler until I find a direction, because I promise I know what I'm doing XD Viola!

Days started to fall together for the girls- As Amane would work in the stables, Mr. Shouta would have Hikari stay in and talk about jobs and homes and such. From a man who originally made her extremely nervous and seemed very questionable, she grew to trust Shouta san. Despite some of the regular passes he would make at her, those which he never did in front of Amane.

Amane's work got easier with repetition. It bothered her that only a few times people had come to ride their horses, and only one of them, a young woman who looked to be in college, came back. The cleaning could be either the easiest or the hardest. It truly depended on how much a horse liked her, but by the end of the month, most of them got to be pretty easy around her. There was a chestnut and a mix breed that still didn't trust her, and an almost all white horse that looked like Star Bright except for a dash of black down it's nose. This one- whose name was Avian- belonged to the woman who visited more often. Amane wondered why she would name the horse after flight, but she never had a chance to watch her ride him. The girl seemed very intimidated by the Rider, knowing instantly who she was. After all, everyone in the riding community did.

So Amane would wait to do them last, but before Star Bright. He was just naturally good about being cleaned and fed and taken out. If there was anything though he had gotten from his parents though, it was his wild side- she couldn't turn her back on him for five minutes when he's out without him jumping over the fence. It was then that the Rider would kick herself and laugh for teaching him so well. No wonder our parents don't tell us everything. We would just use it to drive them nuts!

One afternoon when he jumped out, he ran past the manager's building while Hikari was looking out of a window. Shouta was on the phone with the bank about something, so he couldn't hear her giggles as she would see first Star Bright run past the window and out of view, then moments later, Amane. She watched this go on back and forth for about fifteen minutes before Star Bright galloped by yet again, but a haggard, tired Amane jogging hopelessly behind. And all the while the other horses were getting wild back inside the fence! She laughed so hard she nearly fell out of her chair, but she couldn't bring herself to tell Amane about it. Her Rider was probably as exhausted as she had been embarrassed.

Senpai… So adorable!

The nights alone were quiet, and simple. They would kiss and cuddle, but action less in... Areas, but they were worn out by the end of the day anyway. The day came for school to start up again, and Hikari became immensely unsure of herself. She had skipped a grade, and this year would be her last. The best part of it would be graduating with Yaya-chan, but... the worst would be trying to deal with the "so what happened this summer Hikari" questions. What could she say to them? Oh, well I started dating this incredible girl that saved me from hell and now I'm living with her. All of that happened in about a week by the way. Every bit if that sounded just as ludicrous as if she'd heard it from someone else. She asked Amane, but she didn't really know herself.

"Hikari, I tried not to talk to a lot of people in school. I was too awkward," she hung her head, a little embarrassed. "So... I don't know... People never asked me those things, except Kaname. And... well..." Hikari embraced her, and they stood confused but warm. Amane began to rub her lover's back, realizing that they still had a very long road ahead of them. She placed her lips on Hikari's head, letting them linger, and filling her body with her scent. Her flesh felt tired, but her bones were wide-awake with Hikari. She could stay awake, without food or water for days, if she had Hikari. And, if that were what she needed right now, a strong, stable guardian that would never rest from protecting her, then that would be her job. At that moment Hikari shivered.

"Are you cold, sweetheart?"

"No sempai... you're hand ran along my back the way you d-do when, ah... um..."

"Oh! Hikari, no! I wasn't- I mean, I was just thinking, it must've happened absentmindedly. Not that, it was on my mind... ugh, gomen nasai, Hikari, I'll just stop talking," the poor bluenette rambled on, hanging her head. Her lover giggled in response.

"No Amane, it's alright." A slight blush had filled her own cheeks. It had been a while since Amane had made moves like that, and it slightly excited the young blonde that she did it without thinking.

"Amane? You know, when you're out in the stables, I miss you all day. Shouta is good company, but I wish I could be out there with you." The Rider nodded her head.

"I know what you mean Hikari... it's like you're maybe a hundred feet away, but I can't see you. I'm happy that at least I get to take you home at night."

"Where would I go without you Amane?"

"Jack, you ain't been to work in weeks. Who the fuck you think you are callin' me like this?!"

"Look, I told you-"

"Ain't NO kinda trouble you coulda been in that you couldn't even call damnit! I SWEAR boy, one more comment, you can forget that last paycheck tomorrow. To think I was starting to like you to!"

The phone clicked. In a haggard motion, a dirty, unkempt figure rose, retrieving his knives from the table.

"I don't need a job, asshole. I need to know that no one knows. Yet... how I'm going to get back at that damn slut for losing my home..."

His thoughts rambled useless in his head, still half inebriated.

"My home..."

"My damn home..."

"THAT WAS MY FUCKING HOUSE! THEY WERE MINE! MINE TO DO AS I. DAMN. WELL. PLEASED!"

Jack tore at the table with his knives. Not like it mattered. Tomorrow would have to be the day he started moving. To get his house back, his dominion, his territory, then fly back to America and be done with "these damned Japanese freaks."

My life... will not end here!

"Amane sempai!"

"Shhh! I don't wanna attract attention. It'll be impossible to get out of-"

"IT'S AMANE OOTORI! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

The couple looked at each other for but a moment, then automatically fled inside the truck, Amane getting it revved the minute she opened the door. They flew out of the parking lot and began to slow down hitting the main road, their breath catching up to them.

"So love, how was school?"

At home, Hikari apologized again for ignoring Amane in the car. It wasn't that she was mad, hell no! She was happy that nobody asked any questions today. Like life had continued exactly as it had when school ended a few months before. She was overjoyed to see Amane (who was still confused, and thought she was mad) but she knew that tomorrow the place would be one large buzz of what they'd seen that afternoon. Hikari was glad she hadn't run up and kissed her before someone noticed. She ignored the texts from Yaya and Tsubomi, which kept pouring in. The small girl wanted her attention all to Amane.

"Amane, I wasn't mad, not at all, I promise... I was just deep in thought, and... I..."

She faltered, knowing it was stupid to be like this. It would be fine. Right?

"Hikari... you promise you're not mad?"

"Yes, Amane, I swear," the younger girl pulled her arms around her Rider tightly. "I'm just wondering what tomorrow will be like, that's all."

"Ah... well... can you tell me about your day?"

Hikari blushes, smiled, then looked down. No one ever asked her how her day at school was, and Amane had done so twice within the last hour. It wasn't new for Amane to ask about her and her day, but it seemed different with school. There's so much activity going on in a single day, changing classes every hour, seeing so many different people and learning all kinds of things. But regardless, she told her, finding it almost therapeutic to relay her day, as if pushing out anything stressful. Like the two idiots in her foreign studies class, who were obnoxiously calling out ridiculous replies to anything the teacher said. They left the room with the first two detentions of the school year.

"What a great start for them, eh?" Amane chuckled sadly and shook her head. She knew how irritating people like that were. "So anyhow, did you end up with any classes with Yaya-chan?"

"Hai! My last class, we have choir together," she replied excitedly. She remembered walking in, and seeing Yaya already getting reprimanded for being inappropriate with Tsubomi, who was sitting in a chair looking extremely pissed.

Amane laughed softly when she heard, knowing enough from how she knew Yaya for that not to be surprising. "Can Yaya ever be taught boundaries?"

"No... we failed that long ago," the smaller girl replied giggling. She loved Yaya, but her friend could be so invasive and uber personal sometimes. "But anyhow... how was your day Amane?"

"Mine? Uh... well, not much different from most week days love," the bluenette smiled, starting to scratch the back of her head. A slight blush appeared. "Well... except now I missed you even more all day."

"Oh, sempai..."

They stood holding each other for a while, just looking at each other's eyes. All was so calm... but then sirens whirred in the distance, and their stillness was now frozen by fear.

"Don't let it come here..." Hikari whispered, like every time she'd heard a siren since summer.

Amane held onto her tighter, "it won't..."

Sure enough, they heard it go off into the far distance. It was so easy for their lives to be thrown into anxiety- Amane's celebrity curse, Hikari's horrible ordeal, and they're technically illegal relationship and the looming "harboring a minor" charge that could show up- all because of a siren, or an officer in the street. It was unlikely, but possibilities are said to be endless.

"Hikari... why don't I hurry up dinner so we can get to bed?"

"That sounds good about now senpai..."

They ate in silence, deep in thought about they're days. They held hands as they ate, balancing their food on forks with their other hand. Amane would rub her thumb over the back of Hikari's hand occasionally, and the blonde would look at her and smile. They cleared the kitchen together, playing with the water as they washes they dishes, ending in Hikari almost falling from the water splashing onto the floor, and Amane saving her from hitting floor a good six inches away. The Rider once again took on her Prince-like aura, unknowingly enveloping herself in a white and soft frame through Hikari's eyes, focused only on the handsome creature holding her steady, like a romance novel model from the heavens. Their eyes locked and shined, and lips followed, a soft gentle kiss burning up their faces.

"A-arigatou Amane-onee sama," Hikari felt the words roll out, even though her breath had been taken away. So amazing... so smooth... so adapt and so...

"Beautiful."

Amane had spoken Hikari's words, though clearly not talking about herself there, causing Hikari to flush bright red. They kissed again as Amane pulled them back up, not a drop of sweat anywhere on the Rider.

They walked to their bedroom to gather up what the needed for the shower, Hikari STILL finding it hard to look at Amane when she knew they'd shower together. Even though nothing really happened, except for that one night, it still had quite the effect on her innocent demeanor.

Once they soaped each other up and down, the awkwardness got worse. They tried to be sexy for each other, but Amane could be just as shy as Hikari. Just like the many nights before, they quickly rinsed off and ignored the fact that they were very wet, very naked, very clean, and very, very open.

Amane was first to turn and look at Hikari, without the blonde knowing, and admired her beautiful, small physique. She had every curve and line memorized by now, at least from her back and sides, as she did this almost every night. When she would turn back to dress herself, Hikari would then look, blush horribly, and quickly look away. Her Rider had not only a gleaming tan, toned, tall body, but quite honestly, a much larger and firmer chest than anyone would've guessed, and the thought of them to Hikari's innocent brain was overwhelming- kind of in a nice way.

Amane had taken Hikari's hand suddenly, and waited for the younger girl to turn around. She smiled, and brought the soft, smallish hand to her lips, and kissed her knuckles softly. Hikari bit her lip, curious as to what her Prince was doing.

"Amane senpai?"

"Will you let me carry you to bed?"

The small blonde giggled, and nodded. She embraced Amane warmly, and with a kiss was lifted off of her feet. They went bridal style out to the hallway, and then their bedroom. Too tired for conversations, the couple quickly fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms

A sole, black bird flitted past a shattered window. It effortlessly dropped and dodged another clunky knife that spun pathetically through the air, landing a story below. More empty bottles cluttered around the shit-faced muttering Jack. The days were getting to be riddled with more and more paranoia. As of that day, nothing he had with him, expect the knives, he'd personally owned. His car was gone, and he had stolen another- though he rarely used it. The alcohol he snuck out from a nearby bar whose staff never thought to lock the back windows. Or install cameras at least. His only fuel was his hate now. He reasoned that everything that had been in that house was his, and to be damned if it left.

Hikari is mine. Her mother is MINE. She was MINE from the START!

Jack had been this way since Hikari turned twelve. When she had started growing into her womanhood. When she started looking much better than that ratty thirty something old slut he called his bitch at work. If she had anything going for her, it was her kid.

Hikari.

I fed her.

I clothed her.

Everything she had was from me! And she gives herself away to a DYKE? She KNEW she belonged to me! I OWN THAT FAMILY!

The lone black bird had swooped back down to investigate the lethal object it rather easily avoided. The strange, unfamiliar scent of alcohol sent it into a tizzy. It couldn't even notice the boot behind it, also covered in the retching scent, come down and smash its weak bones into the ground and on the flat of the blade.