Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects
8 Chapters
Chapter 7
Chapter Includes: Gore, Violence, Mature language, Suggestive Language, Death
6.1k Words
“You look awful”
"I didn't know you cared so much about my looks." Sanemi replied.
"I don't. It's just an observation." Obanai responded.
Sanemi didn't respond he just continued to sit. Chin resting on his palm as they waited for Shinobu to arrive.
All of the Hashira were gathered at the Ubuyashiki residence to discuss the situation at hand.
Sanemi hated this. He didn't want to even talk about it. Any time he was sitting still was time wasted. He needed to be planning and searching.
It was coming up on 2 weeks since you've been separated and it was making him feel like a failure with each passing day. He wishes he could say he was getting closer to finding the demon who did this to you but he couldn't. Now having to share that with the other Hashira was near humiliating.
"Sorry for the wait." Shinobu said as she walked into the room.
"No worries." Mitsuri said.
"What's the meaning of this gathering?" Rengoku asked.
"Well, we've encountered a demon....or demon art rather thats quite concerning. This demon seems to be targeting Sanemi given the person it has affected."
"Sanemi is a very skilled slayer. It's possible this one has a vendetta."
"That's interesting." Muichiro mused.
"What does this have to do with us?" Giyu asked.
"Well we don't know what this means. We don't know if others will be targeted, if there is some grand scheme we're missing or something else. Master Ubuyashiki asked me to share this with you as we are having difficulty finding this demon, and we don't want Sanemi taking this on alone."
Sanemi fought the urge to roll his eyes in the Master's presence. He didn't need help. He didn't want it.
"Look, there's a mad ass demon trying to hurt me. I'm going to kill his ass but he's hiding. I have no idea how to find him and that's the only problem." Sanemi ground out through his teeth; his irritation peaking.
"You said something about someone being affected." Rengoku stated, his eyes going back to Shinobu.
"Yes. Sanemi's....friend." Shinobu replied smiling politely and lowering her head, feeling a little like she just shared too much information for Sanemi.
"A friend?" Obanai echoed.
"I see." Tengen replied.
"Well what happened? Is this friend okay?" Rengoku asked.
Shinobu glanced at Sanemi to see if he wanted to share.
The lack of participation and his eyes cast out the open door, she figured he didn't want to.
Carefully, she relayed what happened to you. Glancing at Sanemi here and there as she answered the questions the other Hashira had as well.
After everyone was updated Gyomei spoke.
"Sanemi, my heart hurts for you and your friend. I know I personally couldn't be of assistance when you called for me, but my tsuguko is working diligently to help."
"Wait you knew about this already?" Obanai asked.
Sanemi sighed deeply. "Well now you all know. Help or don't." He couldn't help the irritation he felt. This meeting was taking his limited time away from you.
"Trouble in paradise it seems." Giyu said.
Sanemi glared at him but said nothing. He wasn't in the mood to deal with him and his negativity at the moment.
Master Kagaya spoke from where he was sitting quietly. He encouraged the Hashira to help if they can but not to overwork themselves. He reminded them that they were a family and that this particular demon needed to be taken care of quickly if it could have this type of effect on humans.
Sanemi sat through the meeting only vaguely listening to the discussion happening around him, and mostly thinking about where he could search that he hadn't already.
He missed you. Despite talking to you through the door everyday, he felt like something was missing. He hated it. He felt on edge and uncomfortable not seeing your face to truly make sure you're okay. He knew the girls at the butterfly mansion were caring for you and that they could see you, and verified for him dozens of times your well being, but he couldn't relax. He needed to see for himself.
He needed to be able to touch you. Hold you.
At the feeling of bile rising in his throat, he stood quickly and bowed before stepping outside.
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Obanai joined Sanemi outside on the veranda a few minutes after.
"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend."
"I don't."
"There's no reason to do that. I'll help anyway that I can. I didn't know. It'll probably help to meet her. Kaburamaru could maybe help."
"Okay." Sanemi nodded, feeling a little better. Although he didn't want to need the help, he'd take it if it meant getting you back. "I'm going to head there now if the meeting is over."
"Okay." Iguro responded.
They travelled quietly to the butterfly mansion. When they arrived Sanemi led him to your room.
Your voice could be heard from the other side, singing melodically.
It was his favorite thing to hear when he visited you. He loved your voice.
Three knocks on the door interrupted your note.
"Come in." You called lightly.
"It's me." Sanemi replied, his fist lightly clenching beside him.
"Oh. I'm sorry. How are you today lover?"
It didn't go unnoticed by Obanai the way your voice softened. He'd never met you before but he could hear the tenderness in how you spoke to Sanemi.
Sanemi responded with a scoff.
Before he could respond you did. "It's okay. Don't be hard on yourself."
Sanemi, as always, ignored the tug he felt on his heart.
"There's another slayer here with me to meet you. You up for it?"
"Oh. Yeah, sure." You piped up, positioning yourself toward the door from where you were sitting on the bed.
You were quite intrigued by the guy you met, with his two different colored eyes and bandages across his face. You could sense that he was like Sanemi in that he was not a people person. He didn't stay in the room long, but he told you he just needed his snake to familiarize itself with your scent.
You appreciated the help and effort that they were willing to put in to save you.
It didn't change your outlook however, but you were going to continue to wear a positive mask on the outside.
"How are you feeling today?" Sanemi asked you when you were alone.
"I'm okay." You lied.
Sanemi sighed. It was as if he could tell you were lying you thought.
"What did they feed you?"
"The usual." You laughed lightly.
"Did you eat it all?"
"I did."
He said nothing. You could imagine him nodding his head or maybe he was pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I hope that you ate too Lover." You called lightly, stepping closer to the door.
You've been worried that he hasn't been taking care of himself. He's always outside your door or searching for the monster that did this to you.
"I did." He answered.
"Good."
You remained quiet. There was always so much you wanted to say to him but you didn't want to upset him today.
Sanemi sighed deeply.
"It's okay." You replied quietly. It was barely above a whisper but you knew he'd hear you.
"I don't think I can keep doing this."
Dread pooled in your gut as bile rose to the base of your throat.
"Coming here?" You asked.
The silence was so loud.
You laid down on the floor in front of the door. You couldn't bring yourself to speak. Your thoughts were fighting one another, your mind filled with questions. You were already so lost in this situation, washed away with fear and defeat.
Losing Sanemi's presence would be detrimental to the last bits of strength you had left.
You didn't speak anymore. You couldn't.
You just focused on the strong presence you've grown attached to. Basking in what would likely be the last time.
You don't know how much time passed but the sound of hurried footsteps growing louder and louder caught your attention. Only then did you notice the warm glow from the evening sun.
"I found him."
Your ears perked up at the familiar out of breath voice.
"Don't get my hopes up unless you're sure." Sanemi replied.
"I-I don't- well, I mean I'm not certain but it has to be him. We've looked everywhere, and this has to be him." Genya replied.
"Take me there now." Sanemi replied.
Silence followed after their footsteps retreated. The sound of your own heart beating rapidly took over.
Were you going to make it out of this?
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"Tell me everything again." Sanemi said looking at the vast swarm of people walking by and going about their business.
"This demon hides behind humans. That's why it's been so hard to find him. He uses them as shields. There are even some living with him." Genya answered, gesturing to the large 3 or 4 floor home.
"They know he's a demon?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe some do, I can't say for sure. I don't know if it's fear or admiration that has gotten him to this point. He's apparently very charming."
Sanemi grunted in reply. Pure hatred filling his chest. This demon was a piece of work.
His mind raced of the possibilities he could run into while going into the home.
Genya watched Sanemi silently. He could see that he was in thought. After just a couple of minutes, Sanemi began forward.
Genya reached out to stop him. Shocked.
Sanemi grabbed his wrist tightly and threw it back toward him.
"Next time I'll break it. Stay out of my way."
"B-but what's the plan? You're not just thinking of barging in there!"
"I am." Sanemi said now continuing forward.
Genya followed after him quickly but frantically.
"We don't fully know what we're dealing with here. Should I call for back up? Another Hashira maybe?"
Sanemi didn't answer.
When they approached the door, Genya raised his hand to knock.
His mouth fell open when Sanemi kicked the door open and just strode in as if he knew exactly where to go.
To the left, there were men and women who huddled together, eyes wide as they took in the intruders.
"Where is the owner of the house?" Sanemi snarled.
One woman raised a shaky hand, pointing upward while a man next to her quickly pushed her hand down.
Sanemi wasted no time barreling to the stairs. He didn't sense any demons but as he made it to the second floor, a feeling of malice and rage flared so strong, there was no mistaking they found the right demon.
Something happened. Something to trigger a response from the humans present in the tower, because before Sanemi could round the next set of stairs, dozens of men and women came charging at him.
At the base of the first flight of stairs, Genya experienced the same thing. There were people pulling his hair, jumping on his back, yanking his clothes, trying to scratch him. He was shocked but didn't let it stop him. As people tried running past him, he grabbed them, yanking and throwing them back down the stairs.
"Keep moving brother, I'll focus on the humans. He's trying to slow us down." Genya shouted up to Sanemi.
Sanemi wasted no more time trying to be cautious and began knocking the people out with whatever landed. A punch, a chop, it didn't matter.
He was able to ascend more stairs when Genya made it on the second floor. The commotion around him started to die down as Genya was now preventing more people from getting to him. It was a parade of bodies trying to stop them from going further.
It took a few more minutes for Sanemi to make it to the third floor.
When his foot touched the ground of the third level, alarms started going off in his head. A second later, Sanemi was thrown into another setting.
Teeth gnashed together Sanemi unsheathed his sword.
It had to be an illusion.
It must be.
The cold icy snowflakes melting at impact on his skin told another story however.
Sanemi was looking out at the front gate of a home. The gate unlocked and lightly banging with the wind.
Through the thick of snow he could see nothing else on the street.
He pushed through the gate, taking in the snowy manor. Eyes darting everywhere for any sign of movement.
He made it to the front door, but decided to make his way around the veranda instead of entering from the most obvious way.
On the left side of the house, Sanemi slid open a door, revealing what is likely a bedroom.
His eyes took in every inch of the room before he stepped inside. He didn't bother closing the door behind him.
He opened the door leading to the hallway and glanced quickly to the left before turning and making his way right toward what would be the front of the house. As he neared the end of a hallway, he could hear whispers coming from the room just before it. They were rushed. He slid the door open and physically tensed. His eyes on a woman who had her head in her hands. Blood was visible on the backs of her hands. Her words:
"Please get out of my head. Please get out of my head. Please I can't take it anymore."
He could tell she wasn't a demon, but he didn't let his guard down completely.
Part of him wanted to ask where the demon was but the other felt it would be futile.
He turned to leave, and the woman dropped her hands. Scratches and gnashes covered her eyelids, the cause for the blood staining her hands.
"Wait, help me." She rushed out.
Sanemi's jaw tightened, the stress and frustration getting to him. This wasn't real. He couldn't save her, because she was part of the illusion right? There's no other explanation for him being here. It's an illusion.
"Can't." He muttered before stepping back out and then continuing on through the house.
He found another person, a man, in a nearby room similar to the woman. Except his ears were bloodied and stained, what looked to be blades or scissors sticking out of the left ear.
He moved on, finding two other similar people in the house.
Sanemi went into the backyard, finding no signs of the demon in the whole house.
The snowy blanket covering the rock garden made the ground slippery.
He walked through the garden until he made it to the back.
A singular gate door in the middle of the fence stood out to Sanemi.
His anger flared at the idea of wasting time walking through the house. Being toyed with was only going to make him go berserk.
Sanemi opened the gate and stepped through. The scenery changing with a gust of air almost instantly.
You were sitting on the bed looking out of the only window in the small room. Fingertips tapping on the windows edge echoed through the room.
Sanemi, rooted to his spot stared with wide eyes at your silhouette. It's been too long since he's seen you, and knowing it was an illusion did nothing to stop his heart from leaping to his throat.
"San....?"
His blood ran cold at the sound of your voice. The accuracy of it.
You, or the image of you, shifted in your seat, preparing to turn around.
"Don't." Sanemi said before he could think about it.
"What why?"
"You can't.....you can't see me. Remember?"
"Oh."
This reminded him, it wasn't really you. Stifling that explosion of joy he feels whenever he's talking to you.
"Could you come here? I miss you. It's been so long."
Your silhouette gestures for him to come towards the bed.
Very slowly, Sanemi takes the steps to close the distance. Your silhouette reaches a hand out towards him, your head still facing the window.
Hesitantly he places his hand in "yours", instantly surprised by the warmth. He feels a current rushing through his body, the way he usually does when he's touching you.
"You" smile. He notices as you lower your head. "I really missed you."
"I missed you too." He replies with no thought. His brain working on auto pilot for him.
"We should cuddle or something." You say.
"Should we?"
"Yes why not?" You giggle. Laying down and closing your eyes, you tug his hand to urge him to follow suit.
When he's laying down beside you, he watches you smile, contentedly.
"Missed having you close." You replied.
Sanemi doesn't respond. He's wondering why he feels electric when he knows this isn't real. He's questioning his sanity and his strength.
"You know what I really want?"
"What?"
"For you to touch me."
"I am touching you."
"Not like that lover."
Sanemi's heart throbs at the use of the nickname. It's startling.
Has he missed you that much that he's so weak to succumb to an illusion of you?
"Let me show you." You say and begin pulling his hand across your lap.
He snatches his hand back. There's no way he's going to do that.
"You don't want me baby?" The fake you asks turning to face him, eyes still closed.
His eyes take in the details of your face. It's spot on. It truly does look like you.
"I want the real you." He replies.
"It is me."
The subtle irritation that's found in your voice, stands out. You wouldn't talk to him like that. You wouldn't sound like that. Even if he had truly pissed you off. You always are gentle with him. There is always a lightness to your tone.
He moves to sit up, and you squeeze his hand.
"Are you leaving? Don't go." You replied.
Another tell that you aren't really here.
He continues his movements to get out of the bed. You sit there, eyes still closed but evident disdain on your face.
"You would really leave at a time like this? When we can finally be together?" You say.
"We aren't together. Not yet." Sanemi replies.
"I'm right here lover."
Sanemi fights the urge to roll his eyes at the way you're being imitated. You're so you, so one of a kind, it was pissing him off that this demon would imitate you.
With no warning, not even for himself, he turns around, swiftly with his sword out ready to end this illusion of you.
Mere millimeters from your neck he freezes.
Your eyes were open. A look of unbridled fear in them.
It shocked Sanemi to his core.
It had never crossed his mind that this was actually you. He knew it wasn't you. 100 percent sure.
The image however, made his stomach coil.
You began laughing, a sinister laugh, pretending to be you long gone.
"Don't have what it takes?" It said. "Not man enough to do your job?"
Sanemi's grip tightened before he shut his eyes and finished his strike.
At the sound of laughter, he opened his eyes. He had the expectation that the illusion of you would be gone. However, it was sitting with your head in its hands, blood dripping from your neck at both locations.
Revulsion rose heavily up Sanemi's throat. Coating his mouth.
"Didn't realize the effect she had on you huh?" The demon spoke. More glaringly obvious this was no longer you.
Sanemi turned on his heel to leave. This illusion was serving no purpose for him. He had to figure out how to get to the real demon.
"Wait baby, don't go." It spoke using your voice.
Sanemi's hand clenched tighter around the hilt of his sword as he made his way out.
Once he crossed the threshold the location changed. It no longer looked like he was in the butterfly mansion. He couldn't make out where it could be though. He just moved, going down corridors and opening doors left and right until he found something that would lead him to the demon.
The worst part of it all was the illusion of you. Every which way he went you popped up. Looking more and more grotesque. One time your head was sliced open. One time, your eyeballs were missing. Another time, your whole jaw was ripped away. Another you were split in two. Once, there was a hole where your heart should've been. And another time you were a demon.
Trying his best to not be sidetracked or overwhelmed with the constant images, the puzzle of where he was, Sanemi kept searching. Looking for any clues to break free from the phantasm.
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Genya had never seen anything like what was before him. He knew his brother was an amazing slayer of course, he's a Hashira, and he's been fearless his entire life. However, fighting while under some sort of hypnotic demon art was pure tenacity.
He could physically see his body functioning under duress. His eyes were even glazed over. He was breathing raggedly, and each movement looked like it took great effort.
It was clear this demon wasn't a fighter as it did everything it could to avoid Sanemi directly. It was obvious things weren't going as he planned. But there was no where he could hide or cower from Sanemi's will.
Everything in Sanemi's path was obliterated, walls were coming down. Somehow Genya managed to escape the attention of the demon as he was able to watch it all unfold without even a single glance from him.
Genya watched as Sanemi, or Sanemi's body, finally got a hold of the demon. Nothing in his face changed, you could still tell he wasn't really here. His sword pierced him in the shoulder first before a series of slashes led to him being beheaded.
When the demon finally disappeared Sanemi stopped moving. After a solid minute of him standing completely still Genya called out to him.
Sanemi's head snapped toward him. His eyes suddenly widened before he took off running. Genya followed, assuming he must have seen something.
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Sanemi burst through the door of the room, making you jump from the sudden loud noise. You turned your head to the door, eyes widening momentarily with shock, before you quickly covered your eyes, afraid you would lash out.
You listened as Sanemi rushed to sit on the bed with you. When he grabbed your wrists you felt a jolt of electric energy. He pulled your hands down, his eyes searching yours. You did the same. It took a few seconds to register that you were looking at him without having "blacked out" yet.
Before you could say anything, Sanemi lightly smiled. Just a little twitch of the right side of his mouth. "I did it."
Your mouth dropped open. Stupidly. "You did it?" You repeated.
He nodded.
"San?" You asked absently. Your heart was beating rapidly, the sound echoing in your ears.
"I did it." He said again, finally letting go of your wrists.
You grabbed him this time. Your hands on either side of his face as you leaned forward, eyes still locked on his. "You did it." You murmured. Tears filled your eyes, making you lose sight of him momentarily before you shook your head to rid them from blocking your view of him.
It was no good because more just took their place. "Thank you." You sobbed unexpectedly.
You really didn't know if you would get your life back. You believed that Sanemi would do what he said, that he would fix it, but you were still questioning if it was actually possible. You weren't sure you would ever go back to normal, that a piece of the demon would always have some control over you. It stayed at the back of your mind.
But here you were.
Sitting across from Sanemi. Touching him. Knowing what you were doing. Present. In control of yourself. Mostly. Because you couldn't shake the tears. But they were tears of relief.
Sanemi wiped away the profusely falling tears before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. He rubbed your back as you cried.
After what felt like an eternity, you lifted your head out of Sanemi's chest. "I'm sorry." You croaked. Voice raspy from all of the crying.
"It's okay." Sanemi replied gently grabbing your chin to look at you.
Your eyes were red and puffy. Even your lips were slightly swollen.
You were beautiful. Too beautiful.
"Someone wants to see you." He told you, thumb lightly stroking your chin.
Immediately your hands went to your eyes. Worried about how you looked. You were sure they were bloodshot. You'd been crying for probably 10 minutes.
"You look fine." San reassured you.
You knew you didn't, but wouldn't protest. There was nothing you could do about it anyway. You simply nodded.
Just then Genya stepped in the doorway. Hand clutching his arm in an almost timid way. His eyes darted back and forth from you to the floor.
Quickly, you closed the distance between you. Hugging him unabashedly. You felt him stiffen, and you knew he wouldn't hug you back but you didn't mind. You were forward and you knew it.
"Thank you Genya." You told him easily. He was a major reason for you being free. You knew he worked just as tirelessly as his brother to help you.
"Y-y-yeah. I didn't do much." He said as you took a step back.
"You did a ton. It means everything. You found him. You saved me." You smiled, shaking your head to stop yourself from crying again.
"I-I...." He didn't finish. He just smiled shyly before nodding.
Shinobu and Aoi walked into the room just then. "Sorry, we just have to do a full evaluation before we let you leave." Shinobu smiled.
"No worries. Makes sense." You replied with a smile.
"I'm gonna go." Genya said before bowing.
"See you soon. Thanks again." You told him before waving.
When he left Aoi stood by the door.
"Will you be leaving too Mr. Shinazugawa?"
"No please!"
"No."
Both you and Sanemi answered at the same time.
"Very well." She replied before closing the door.
As they looked over you, you kept making eye contact with Sanemi. You knew he wasn't going anywhere, but you just couldn't keep your eyes off of him.
"No burning?" Shinobu asked as she lightly rubbed medicinal oil into the spot on your neck that she recognized was the point of infestation previously.
"None." You answered with a smile. You remember how terrible it felt when she found it. It was painful and made you feel uneasy, but now you were free.
"Perfect. Well there's no reason to keep you here. You're free to go." She smiled as she stood up. "If you notice anything weird though come back."
"Got it. Thank you." You smiled at both her and Aoi. You were grateful for them.
"Come back and visit anytime." Aoi smiled.
"I will." You replied.
Once they left you turned to Sanemi. He was already gathering your belongings. You watched him tie the bag before he walked over to you.
He grabbed your hand, easily, and brought it to his lips. "Let's go home."
"Let's." You replied, feeling your heart explode with excitement at his words.
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"Are you hungry?" Sanemi asked you after he put your bag away.
"No." You told him. "You?"
"No." He answered.
You tilted your head. "When's the last time you ate?" You challenged.
"Earlier." He replied as he walked over to you, now towering over you.
"Can I feed you? I don't like that answer." You told him.
"You absolutely can." He answered.
You smiled and nodded your head before turning to walk to the kitchen. Sanemi was hot on your heels as he walked behind you, a hand lightly resting against your back.
In the kitchen, he stayed either behind you or right beside you. Sometimes grabbing things he knew you were reaching for, or anticipating you were going to need something so pulling it out for you. The close contact didn't bother you, and you thought it was sweet that he didn't want to be away from you. It felt very domestic coming from him. It made you feel good.
Once you finished putting his meal together you handed him the bowl. Sanemi took it from your hand while simultaneously turning you to face him directly by pulling on your arm. He sat the bowl on the counter then closed the tiny gap between you with a slight step forward. Placing both hands on either side of your neck, practically cradling your head with how large his hands were, he kissed you.
His tongue wasted no time finding yours after the initial peck. The way your body responded was pathetic. You were fighting a moan despite it only being a few seconds. Your eyes closed and you almost melted into a puddle on the floor with the way he swiped his tongue against yours. You had to weakly place your hands on his hips to keep yourself steady.
He took your breath away both figuratively and literally. You were drowning in him and you loved it. Matching the slow and measured movements of his tongue and mouth against yours was the only thing keeping you grounded. You felt high, as high as you could get. The passion oozing from him was the strongest and most euphoric feeling you've ever experienced with him. It didn't feel like it was stopping anytime soon. And you didn't want it to.
You were a mess. A soaked trembling mess. Sanemi must have felt how he was practically holding you up because he wrapped one arm around your waist before ending the kiss. He rested his forehead against yours, seemingly catching his own breath.
"Thank you." He said. His deep voice lower than usual.
You couldn't speak so you nodded.
He grabbed his bowl with one hand, and maneuvered you to walk with him with the other. Handling your weight like nothing as you were still barely holding on. He pulled you with him as he walked to his couch and sat down.
You smiled at him sitting on the couch while eating as it was something he seemed opposed to not too long ago. Your bodies were still touching, just side by side now.
When he finished eating he sat his bowl on the table in front of you and grabbed your hand.
"Come." He said as he stood up, effectively pulling you with him.
He lead you to his bathroom where he held your hand the whole time he got the bath ready.
Sanemi was usually silent, but you could tell something was brewing. Or maybe he was just pensive. It's the only reason you remained silent too. You didn't want to over talk him.
When he began lighting candles, placing them around the bathroom you started to understand better the aura coming off of Sanemi. It only solidified for you that you should remain silent. He could and would easily tell you to shutup if you talked too much. He would talk over you if you didn't shutup and he had something he wanted to say, but you knew it was different right now. He wouldn't do that tonight. All of his actions becoming clearer. You would only ruin things if you said too much.
When the bath was ready, you watched as Sanemi began to undress you. The first time in minutes he let go of your hand.
His stormy eyes glanced over your body as if he was making sure everything was in place. The way it's supposed to be.
He grabbed your hand again to help you step into the deep soaker tub before sitting on the stool.
"Join me?" You asked quietly.
"I'm filthy." He answered.
You could tell. But you did not care. However you wanted to be cooperative and pliable for him, so you didn't say anything else, only nodding your head slightly. You sunk down into the tub, allowing your body to relax in the warmth.
"Good?" Sanemi asked.
"Yes." You responded.
He nodded once. A satisfied smile flashing for just a second.
You watched him silently as you simmered in the tub. His eyes stayed fixated on yours and he seemed comfortable on his seat. The minutes ticked by of you both just staring at each other. When you smiled, he returned it. A very cute, but small smile. Your heart fluttered each time.
You could tell he was tired. He also looked tired. The only reason you began washing yourself was because of that. You knew he needed sleep and relaxation. After all, his hard work was the reason you were here right now. When you finished you stood, winking at Sanemi as his eyes drifted over your body. It certainly didn't go unnoticed; the intensity in his eyes.
You grabbed the towel on the counter and wrapped yourself as you stepped out. Turning quickly to let the water out.
For just a moment you ignored Sanemi as you busied yourself rinsing out the deep soaker tub and drawing a fresh new bath for him.
He remained quiet as he sat perched on his seat, eyes following your face.
You were itching to ask him questions, but you knew whatever he went through had to be just as hard mentally as it was physically. He was somber, maybe pensive, but definitely tired. It was obvious he wanted to tend to you, a romantic gesture, but you wanted to do the same. After all, he deserved it. It was the very least you could do. It took all the will power you had not to attempt to undress him yourself. Instead, you rested against the counter as his water filled. You were back having your little stare-off. Something you'd never get tired of being that you loved his stormy eyes, and he was indulging you. Prior to tonight he would've purposely turned away from you and probably joked that you were a pervert.
When he stood to undress it was your turn to be stunned by his physique. It never got old. Seeing him in all his glory was such a reward.
While pointing to the stool he got into the tub. You knew what he meant. You smiled as you both sat down in your respective places. A sense of satisfaction cursed through you as you saw his eyes flutter closed briefly. The bath soothing him.
You took the opportunity to move your stool behind him.
"May I?" You asked lightly placing your hand on his head.
"Sure." He answered.
You wasted no time gathering the soap in one hand while San dipped his head forward into the water.
You laughed lightly at his unconventional antics. A moment not to be forgotten.
Real joy coursed through you as you lathered up the soap and worked your fingers through his hair. It didn't matter what you were doing, as long as your hands were touching him you were satisfied.
Sanemi seemed to be enjoying the pampering as well as he slid lower into the water and leaned his head back for you. Eyes shutting before slowly opening back up every few seconds.
Eventually he began washing himself while still allowing you to wash his hair.
"Thanks." He said. Prompting you to remove your hands.
"You're welcome." You replied.
He suddenly immersed himself entirely into the water. 10 or so seconds later he emerged and stood.
After removing himself and drying off, he held his hand out to you. You took it and he led you into the bedroom. Again, the desire to cater to you was clear and you kept your mouth shut for him. Even the comments about how delicious he looked with his damp hair.
You smiled when he pulled out a beautiful robe. He threw it down on the bed before gesturing to you. "Lose the towel." He said before grabbing a jar off his side chest.
Doing as you're told, you watched him come back to you, curious about what could be inside.
He revealed it was a butter when he put a delicate portion in his palm before rubbing his hands together to melt it. When his hands met your shoulders you sighed.
He was being very boyfriend-ish and you had to ignore it. It was difficult. Atleast top ten most difficult things you've had to do. You closed your eyes hoping it would help you keep your thoughts to yourself. You wouldn't be able to do it if you saw his stormy eyes focused on you. You cleared your thoughts and zoned out so well that you didn't notice when he finished until his words pulled you out of your trance.
"I love you Songbird."
Only then did you register his hands on either side of your face. The earnest in his eyes taking your breath away. He held your gaze and didn't flinch when you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest.
"I love you too!" You cried.
You couldn't help the tears pouring profusely from your eyes. The tremble in your voice and the shake of your shoulders.
You loved him so much it hurt to even think about. And for the first time, he told you he felt the same way about you, directly. Something you never thought you would get.
Sanemi cradled your head before kissing atop.
"I know." He chuckled. "I love you so much."
You really could pass away. But then you would miss all the affection.
"Say it again." You looked up at him from under your lashes. Ignoring the ache you felt seeing all of his statuesque features from this angle.
His smile was heart shatteringly handsome.
"I. Love. You." He answered.
"Sanemi. I think I'm dreaming. Pinch me."
He did. And it made you laugh out loud that he obliged even in this moment.
The reciprocated laugh made your heart stutter but you ignored. Determined to now play it cool, as if you weren't crying.
"Good boy. Thank you. Now....take me." You winked stepping back onto the bed.
"Fuck." I said aloud as I realize the egg was ruined. I tossed it into the basket with the dozen others I had made poorly. I couldn't serve her this trash. I needed everything to be perfect. Or close to it anyway.
I don't think she realizes it, but before she fell asleep she told me she loved me.
More surprisingly, it made me feel all fluttery and shit inside.
I'm not gonna say I feel the same. But, it felt good to hear. And I had a dream about her. And woke up happy to see her. Now here I am trying to make her the best damn breakfast she's ever had.
She's not too bad. Not as irritating as she used to be. Gorgeous.
I released the breath that built up in me. I don't have time for these feelings and shit.
Great, this egg is finally perfect. I thought to myself.
I carefully placed it on top of her dish. This would help her with her healing. She needs to eat well.
I grabbed our bowls and walked to my bedroom. We could eat in bed. Something she's newly got me doing.
I walked in through the already opened door to see she was still sleeping.
I sat our bowls on the small table I had in the room and then kneeled beside her on the bed.
"Hey, wake up Siren. I've got food for you." I told her lightly laughing at the nickname.
She stirred lightly. Letting out a small stretch with a cute little smile on her face before opening her eyes. I just knew she was going to say something steamy. I found myself looking forward to it.
When our eyes locked I smiled, ready to hear whatever stupid compliment she had.
I was so caught off guard by the look in her eye that I didn't register that she had sat up and punched me.
"What the fuck?"
She punched me again, and this time I knew her hand broke.
"What are you doing?" I asked catching her arm by the wrist before she could hit me, and hurt herself again.
She got up in a frenzy and grabbed the table, the food I worked so hard on falling to the ground, and then threw it at me.
What the fuck! I thought.
"Did I do something wrong? What happened? What's the matter?" I asked her. I was so confused. She was smiling when I woke her but when she looked at me it all changed. I don't think I did anything wrong. So I don't know why she's so upset with me.
"Y/N?"
She grabbed the chopsticks that fell on the floor and charged at me. I snatched the chopsticks out of her hands then I grabbed her arms to stop her from approaching me.
"What's going on Y/N?"
She screamed.
I dropped the chopsticks and my arms. Now trying to observe her. She was hitting me anywhere and everywhere. I realized she was still hitting with the broken hand and snapped out of it.
There was clearly something wrong. That hurts like hell and there's no way she'd just be hitting me with her broken hand. She's clearly not in her right mind. Could she be sleep walking? I thought.
"Hey. Sweets? You in there?" I asked reaching out to touch her face.
Just for a moment, she faltered. She blinked slowly once, twice, and then she snapped again.
She bit my hand. It probably wasn't a good idea to put it on her face but I didn't think that far ahead.
She bit me like she was trying to take a chunk out of it. I tried to get her to let go by trying to shake my hand out but she wouldn't let go.
I was starting to feel really stressed. I didn't want to hurt her, but getting my hand out of her grip would require me to force her jaw open.
"Y/N....please." I said, growing more exasperated the more pain I felt from her bite as she had broken the skin already.
I grabbed her wrists with my free hand. Finally preventing her from hitting me.
"I'm sorry." I told her before knocking her unconscious. It felt less extreme than forcing her mouth open. She fell right into me, her jaws slack now.
I ran my thumb across her bottom lip, wiping the blood she drew from my hand away. I began to feel something like sadness in my chest looking down at her face. I was feeling so guilty for hitting her. I picked her up and then laid her back in the bed, before I cleaned up the mess.
While in the kitchen I made more food for her. She would really need to eat.
Whatever is going on with her I hope the sleep helps.
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I sat anxiously in the sitting room while I listened to her wake up.
"Ouch." She mumbled. I could imagine her rubbing her jaw. I really should have done it a different way. I can't believe I hit her.
"Sanemi, where are you?" Her songbird voice, slightly scratchy, called out.
"Out here. I'll be right back, just go ahead and eat."
"I don't feel so well." She replied after a few seconds. "My hand looks swollen."
"Hurts actually." She added after a few beats of silence.
I released the breath I was holding. "Do you remember what happened before you went back to sleep?"
"No. What do you mean?" She asked. Her tone one of confusion.
"Okay, well eat your food and I'll be in there in a second okay? I'll refresh your memory."
"Okay." She said.
I sighed.
She'll eat and I won't get beaten. Sounds like she's back to herself as well. That was so weird. I don't know what happened earlier. Maybe she was sleepwalking.
"You done?" I called after maybe 10 minutes, looking at the doorway in case she got up.
"Yeah." She called back. "I thought you were coming back."
"I am." I braced myself before getting off of the couch. I was hesitant to face her again.
"When?"
"Now."
"Okay." She answered.
I walked quickly to the door and peaked in, stepping back just before she noticed me.
One final breath.
"Did you like your food?" I asked her fully stepping into the room.
"Yes! It was inc-". She stopped talking the moment she laid eyes on me.
It's like all the light left her eyes and she just flipped again.
I took a step back, feeling anxious and sick. She's already harboring a broken hand, something is definitely wrong.
There are no words to describe what I felt when her eyes zeroed in on my sword in the corner of the room.
My speed had never been an issue. Ever. But I felt like I was moving in slow motion trying to stop her. I made it to her just in time of her grabbing it, and was holding onto her wrist and the sheath, keeping her from pulling the sword out.
"Sorai!"
"Caw! Yes?"
"Get Gyomei here would you? I need someone to get her to the butterfly mansion for me."
"Yes. I'm on it."
I knew my crow would get the message delivered quickly but would it be quick enough that I wouldn't have to hurt her again?
She struggled against my grip, never once relaxing her hold on my sword.
"I need you to stop Doll." I told her quietly.
Her response was a grunt.
"Let go please." I said, pushing her hand holding the hilt, so the sword would go back inside the case.
A menacing snarl left her mouth, taking me aback. It didn't sound like her and was so foreign.
I snatched my sword from her, and tossed it to the side then grabbed both her wrists in one hand. I pushed her against the wall. Her hands were now raised above her head, kept in place with my grip.
She wasted no time snapping at me, trying to bite me again. I grabbed her jaw with my free hand, pressing firm enough to hold her head in place against the wall, ceasing her movements.
I looked in her eyes. She clearly was not there. I felt infuriated and relieved all at once.
"Who the fuck are you?" I murmured mostly to myself.
She was lost. There was nothing but blinding rage in those eyes that used to look at me with adoration.
I hated whatever did this to her. She didn't deserve to be lost. Detached from her own thoughts.
My grip loosened unconsciously. She took full advantage, attempting to head butt me.
I sighed.
"I'm so sorry Songbird." I said.
I could feel her body almost trembling, trying to break free with all the strength she had in her body.
"I'll fix this for you. I'll get this fixed."
Of course there was no change in her reaction. She was still trying to hurt me, no thought or desire stronger apparently.
As I waited for help to arrive I could tell she was becoming restless. I don't know if she was fighting to gain control or what but she started to make grunting noises, her eyes watery and red. She was most likely uncomfortable.
I let go of her arms and almost immediately she tried choking me.
"Sorry." I mumbled as I grabbed her wrists, and pulled her hands from my neck. There was no part of me that wanted to be rough with her.
I was so worried about hurting her, I didn't recognize I was leaving myself open in other ways until her teeth clamped down on the tendon between my neck and shoulder.
Now how the hell am I supposed to get her off without hurting her? I thought as I tensed up. She was trying to break skin, that's for sure, any minute now she'd draw blood. Again!
"Stop please." I said placing my hand on the side of her face.
Nothing. Still no sign of her.
I could feel the separation growing from where she was starting to tear between the muscle.
"Sorry." I muttered before knocking her out again.
I couldn't stop myself from gently kissing her forehead apologetically.
Her weight now slumped against me, I laid her down slowly onto the bed. It was like dejavu.
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I'm not sure how much time passed but the footsteps outside the door told me it wasn't who it should've been. My gaze was already on the door when Genya came into view.
"What the fuck are you doing here! Where's Gyomei?"
"He was busy so he sent me instead."
"Absolutely not. Sorai I need someone else!"
"I'd like to help. I- I'm here."
"No." My mind was racing thinking of who I could get. Then it hit me, the answer was obvious really. Her roommates. They could stay with her until I can get Kocho here.
But it would probably be hard to get them to leave after.
I sighed as I realized that wasn't gonna work for me.
Maybe beef brain. Or one of his wives maybe.
The gentle stirring from her caught my attention. I was running out of time. And if my theory was correct I needed to be out of here before she saw me.
Fuck!
I stood quickly, and grabbed my sword, pushing Genya out of my doorway and into the living room.
"Listen here idiot. If anything happens to her I'll kill you. All you need to do is make sure she's comfortable and safe. Don't let her leave. Keep your fucking hands to yourself. If she tries to attack you, let her. Suck it up and take it, don't you dare lay a finger on her. Don't even slightly raise your voice at her. Protect her with your fucking life if it comes to it. Got that?"
Genya nodded frantically, his eyes wide.
"Say it!"
"I've got it. I promise."
I grabbed him by the hem of his vest. "I will kill you if anything happens to her."
"Yes I understand."
I threw him to the side before leaving.
I couldn't worry. I didn't want to anyway. These feelings were making me uncomfortable and reminding me why I don't do this. It's way too much. If Shinobu can't help us I would never be able to live it down. Whatever is wrong has to be my fault. I know it.
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"Sanemi..." you mumbled. Your head was throbbing and your hand was feeling heavy but almost numb. It was the strangest sensation.
"Uh...um. Hi. Er he's not here." A voice answered coming from the doorway.
Your body tensed up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. You didn't know what was happening and you began crying and shaking uncontrollably. You couldn't see your hands in front of you through the blur of your tears.
"I'm sorry." The voice spoke out.
"Where is he?" You managed to get out without stuttering.
"He left to get you help."
"Who are you?" You sniffled.
"I'm Genya Shinazugawa. I'm....his brother." He hesitated.
You remembered Sanemi insisted he didn't have a brother. You were in pain, you were confused, you didn't know what was happening but you knew Sanemi wouldn't leave you alone unless he really had to. Not after last night.
You wiped your tears away with your good hand. Despite the trepidation in your heart, you turned your head to look at him.
This Genya was standing near the door way. The steady afternoon light from the window basking him in a warm glow that allowed you to see him clearly.
You felt relieved seeing his face. He looked so much like Sanemi. Down to the scars on his face, you could tell he was his brother. This helped you feel at ease despite seeing the weaponry on his hips. You recognized the similarity between his outfit and the one Sanemi wore for work, although he was wearing a purple vest over his.
"Hi Genya. I'm y/n."
He nodded stiffly, but then bowed quickly. "It's nice to meet you."
You smiled, noticing both hesitance and nervousness in his actions. The fact that Sanemi denied having a sibling, is likely the reason he didn't seem comfortable. Or it could simply be because you're a stranger.
"Do you know what happened?" You asked him quietly. You were no longer shaking. Feeling a significant ease compared to when you first heard his voice.
He shook his head no. Genya had no idea what happened with you and why Sanemi wanted Gyomei to look after you.
He could see that you were in distress and clearly injured but that's all from observation. He had nothing else to go on.
"You don't?" He asked you.
"No. I just remember waking up a little while ago I think, I don't really know when. Eating, and now I just woke up again. I don't know. Maybe I have a concussion."
He hummed in response to your statement. That could very well be true. "Your hand is broken." He stated. "Do you know how that happened?"
You looked at your hand surprised. That would explain the strange sensation going on with it right now. It was obviously swollen. You don't remember it being broken when Sanemi came to get you, but you were so out of it then, it could've slipped your mind.
"No." You replied.
There was a long stretch of silence before either of you spoke. "I think I have to use the bathroom." You told him.
You could see the surprise in his eyes. "Do you n-need help?"
"Just getting up I think." You answered. Your body felt heavy. If your hand wasn't broke you would probably crawl to the bathroom.
He walked over to you and held his hand out. You placed your free hand in his, feeling pain radiate throughout. You winced but still pulled yourself up. You really did need help you thought as you took your slow supported steps. Once you reached the door you carefully let go.
"Thanks." You mumbled as you walked into the bathroom closing the door behind you. Inside you did your best but felt really sluggish. Washing your hands was difficult too but you made it through without shedding many tears.
When you opened the door Genya walked over to you and held his hand out. You took it and smiled.
"Thank you."
"Welcome." He responded.
"Can we go to the living room. I like to sit on those fancy couches your brother has." You joked. You've told Sanemi before that he was boujie for having western styled furniture instead of what's traditionally found around here. His response of course was just an eye roll.
Genya lead you to the living room but didn't say anything. Once you sat down you were inclined to tell him he could have a seat, or do whatever he wanted but you stopped yourself. Knowing Sanemi he'd probably tell him the exact opposite.
"So, Genya are you a demon slayer too?"
"Yeah."
"Is it like a family...thing?"
"No." His eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, that was a stupid question to ask." You apologized. You probably shouldn't ask anything about family or demons.
"Did your brother say how long he would be?"
"No." Genya answered.
You nodded, mostly to yourself.
After a few minutes of silence between you, Genya finally spoke.
"I know it's not my place to ask, but are you and my- I mean Sanemi, together?"
You laughed lightly. "I wish. But no. We are kind of friends though." After a couple beats of silence you added. "We'll, scratch that. We are definitely friends."
"Oh wow."
"Yeah, but I forced him to be my friend. Which you could probably guess." You snorted.
You didn't know this right away but your candidness about yourself and Sanemi made Genya feel relaxed and comfortable. He'd even share with you what caused the riff between he and Sanemi. You felt bad for both of them to be navigating this scary world without fully having one another.
You were a bit overjoyed to be getting some snippets into how Sanemi was as a child. It surprised you that Genya was sharing as he didn't strike you as a talkative or open person. You took it as him needing to talk about it. Needing to reminisce on the positive relationship they had before.
"I feel like I've talked for hours. I'm sorry for rambling."
"Oh no, don't be. I enjoyed it. I feel like I know you now and it's been a pleasure. You're here to look out for me, the least I could do is listen to you talk." You smiled.
He returned the smile and nodded lightly. "Are you um, hungry or anything?" He asked.
"Only a little. You?"
"Only a little." He mocked.
"Well, I'll make you something. I'm sure San has food in here."
"Oh no, it's no worry-"
"I'm feeding you Genya." You cut him off with a smile but pointing your finger at him to let him know you were serious.
He smiled a shy smile and nodded.
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You were placing the final tray of food on the table when you heard Sanemi return home.
"I just cooked! I hope that's fine." You semi shouted out to Sanemi. You figured it wouldn't be a problem but you wanted to mess with him anyway.
Shinobu walked into the room first.
"Hi, I wish I could say it was nice to see you again."
You nodded. You know what she meant. "I'm sorry to cause you more work."
She seemed to be waiting for something, which you assumed was Sanemi since he hadn't appeared yet. You also noted that Genya became visibly tense and had not touched his food yet.
Sanemi slowly walked into the room, his eyes down.
He seemed tense as well, but also defeated maybe? Something was off.
You stared at him until he looked up at you.
"Hi." You said. Finally smiling now that you made eye contact.
His eyes widened slightly, his mouth opening. It's like he was shocked. He looked at Shinobu and then quickly back at you.
Your head tilted to one side you asked, "cat got your tongue?"
Something akin to a dry laugh left his mouth before he rushed over to you. He dropped to his knees and grabbed your face with both hands. His eyes searched yours fervently.
"It's you." He said.
"Yes. What's wr-"
His lips captured yours in a desperate kiss. You were surprised, frozen in your spot. He was kissing you in front of people.
Sanemi.
On his own.
As much as you wanted to just kiss him back you were starting to worry.
Pulling back, but resting your hand on his face you asked, "what's going on? Did I do something?"
"I'll explain in a little while." He said laying his hand on top of yours, lightly leaning into your touch.
You nodded and kissed him quickly, stealing one of your own.
"May I?" Shinobu interjected softly.
Sanemi stood, kissing your hand before dropping it to move out of Shinobu's way. You sat still as she took Sanemi's spot in front of you. She pulled some small vial out of her pocket, and took your injured hand. She poured a couple droplets on the top of your hand, placed the vial down and then began to rub the mixture in gently. The pain in your hand was still mostly numbed but you could feel much less the more she rubbed into your skin.
Almost casually she began popping bones back into place you guess. You could only move your thumb on this hand while you cooked and assumed you sprained it. You still couldn't remember your hand being damaged.
"There appears to be only one simple break, there was mostly dislocation. You'll have to keep your hand wrapped for atleast 2 weeks."
"Okay." You answered.
"Now could you look at me."
You followed her instruction. You didn't flinch when she leaned very close to your face, unblinking and staring into your eyes.
"How do you feel about Sanemi?" She asked suddenly.
"What the hell?" Sanemi practically barked.
"Mm...I like him very much." You smiled, unphased by the question.
"Would you ever hurt him?"
"Never." You replied.
"But you did."
Your brows furrowed in confusion. "I did not."
"You did. Today. Don't you remember?"
You opened your mouth to speak and then closed it. You honestly don't remember much. Just waking up a couple times, eating, and then the time that was just spent with Genya.
"No." Was all you answered.
"You tried to kill him."
Your heart dropped to your stomach. You looked away from Shinobu to Sanemi. The look on his face, plus his silence told you what you needed to know. The only other surprised person in the room was Genya. Eyes wide and mouth agape.
"I would never....do that." Your voice fading as you finished the sentence. You didn't know what to say, and you couldn't remember even remotely.
At the end of the day, you weren't strong enough to kill Sanemi. That made you feel better. Whatever you did probably caused him no harm. Right?
"How?" You asked.
"His sword." She answered.
"Why?" You asked now. Your voice a whisper.
"Well....you're possessed."
This time, your heart jumped into your throat. You couldn't describe the terror you felt if you tried.
After a minute of you not speaking at all, Sanemi spoke up.
"Could you explain what we have to do to change that."
"Yes so one, we need to find the demon that did this to you. If we kill it you're free from its hold.
Or, we could possibly treat the infiltration site, and when that's healed his hold should be released."
You heard what she said. You just couldn't respond. Shock would be an understatement.
"Treated how?" Sanemi asked.
"Medicines of course." Shinobu replied. "How does that sound?" She spoke to you. Although her tone never changed, her eyes softened as she watched you, waiting on some type of response.
"Okay." Was all you said.
"I'll get started on some medicines. It may not be a smooth process but we want you comfortable. Further we would have to make sure you're safe and this demon can't find you again. I would want you to come to the butterfly mansion."
You haven't seen your friends in a couple of days you think, you really don't know how long it's been since you were attacked. The thought of them not knowing what was going on with you when you could be gone for who knows how long, just didn't feel right.
"Can I go home first?" You asked.
"I'm afraid not tonight. It may be a risk for you to be outside with the sun down. You're safest right here for the time being with us, or at the butterfly mansion. Maybe if things go well tomorrow I can allow you to stop at home before coming to the mansion."
Shinobu left with the promise to see you tomorrow.
Genya was still sitting at the table, food untouched.
He felt like he was encroaching but was also perplexed by the news. He didn't know if his duty was done or if he was needed.
"I-"
"You can leave." Sanemi said to Genya as if he was just reminded of his presence.
Genya was taken aback but nodded anyhow.
"That was rude lover. Genya, you're fine. You can finish your food and take your time." You told him. Some fire back in your eyes. You hated to hear Sanemi speak to Genya that way knowing how much Genya just wants to make him proud.
Sanemi's eyes softened as he looked at you.
"You can join us, I made enough for everyone." You told him, turning to face the table.
Sanemi said nothing as he sat his sword down and sat down beside you. He started to eat and kept his eyes on his food.
Genya slowly started to eat as well. More timid and tense than you've seen him in your short time together.
Your mind wanted to replay the conversation you just had, but you kept it at bay. You knew you would feel terror and overwhelmed which you didn't want. You just wanted to be okay. To live a normal life, to feel good, to have fun.
Getting possessed was not what you had in mind.
What a short and depressing life you've lived huh?
"You're not eating." Sanemi said.
You picked up a piece of fish and dropped it after a few seconds. Tears prickling your eyes. You couldn't eat. You felt sick to your stomach with worry and fear.
"San....your brother-"
"I don't have a brother."
You sighed. "Genya deserves to have his brother in his life. You deserve to-"
"Don't." Sanemi huffed.
"Please. I don't want you to be alone."
"Woman, what are you talking about?" He turned his body to face you, his fist now clenched in frustration. "Why would I be alone huh? You thinking of going somewhere?"
You were caught off guard. Your mouth dropping open, leaving you floundering like a fish.
"I-"
"You what? Thinking about giving up? Hmm? When it hasn't even been 24 fucking hours? We haven't tried to fix it yet, but you're throwing in the towel? Just made a fucking plan and it means nothing? You feeling defeated already? Suck it the fuck up. You're not going anywhere."
"Eat your food." He added before turning back and angrily chomping on his own.
A part of you felt a spark lighting within you. You could have a more positive attitude. The other part didn't understand even remotely how you could come out of this situation.
You tried eating the rice. Successfully eating 2 spoons.
"I uh-should get going." Genya spoke up.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. It was a um, pleasure, meeting you and helping you." He said stacking his dishes back together.
"Likewise. Please take care. I hope I can see you again soon." You replied standing when he did. He was slightly confused when you approached him but was absolutely flabbergasted when you hugged him.
"Thank you so much." You added grabbing his hand. "I'll walk you out."
Genya could only nod. He had to ignore the daggers Sanemi glared at him.
Genya bowed to you after putting on his shoes. "Please be well Miss y/l/n."
"You too." You smiled and waved back.
Once he disappeared through the gate you closed the door back. Turning around you saw Sanemi walking out of the kitchen.
"You got a crush on my kid brother or something?"
Instead of entertaining his foolish question you walked over to him and hugged him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, hugging you back.
"Can we sit out back?" You asked him.
"Unfortunately, no. You shouldn't be outside tonight. Just in case."
Your embrace dropped causing Sanemi to grab your arms and pull them up around his neck.
"I have a better idea."
"What?"
"You know what." He smirked.
You of course laughed. He was so attractive, and the spontaneity and joking he's been doing lately was so good. He's a natural.
"Okay." You replied.
"That's my girl." It was pathetic the way something so small had you clenching around nothing. Eager to have him over such small praise.
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Sanemi insisted on giving you a massage afterwards. He wanted you to stay relaxed and at ease no matter what.
You were laying on your back with your foot in his lap as he rubbed soothing patterns on your calf and around your ankle.
"You have beautiful skin." He told you.
"Thank you." You replied.
"Beautiful legs, beautiful body, beautiful face."
You smiled more. Heart truly fluttering at the repetitive compliments from him.
"You're being so sweet San."
He rolled his eyes playfully, switching to your other leg.
You laughed at his fake attitude and tried to let yourself sink further into the mattress.
"What are you thinking about?" Sanemi asked.
"You."
"What about me?"
You contemplated whether you should actually tell him or not. You watched him, as you mulled over your thoughts. His face was neutral. He stared back waiting on you to tell him.
"You deserve so many good things." You paused, gauging his reaction.
He remained neutral, and didn't say anything.
"I think, you're amazing, and you're a great person, and always have been. Learning about your past I realize that you care so deeply about the people you love. You just want everybody to be safe. It's made me so much more attracted to you. I admire you. And I'm happy I got to meet you, and know you. Thank you for letting me."
Sanemi was listening while fighting every urge to withdraw from your praise with a smart remark. It made him feel good about himself. Like he was worthy of such praise. It felt foreign. Shocking. At the end however is when he felt displeased with your statement.
"Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?" Sanemi asked you.
You've been around Sanemi long enough to know that he was upset. You could see that he was holding it back, and you appreciated that. You didn't want him mad at you. You didn't want to upset him. You meant every word you said, and you could understand why he was peeved.
"I'm not lover." You smiled. Ignoring the lump in your throat.
His eyes narrowed as he watched you. They were fiery and didn't lose any intensity as he sat your leg down on the bed and leaned forward. He slid his hand beneath your back and easily lifted you up so you were face to face.
"You don't get to lie to me."
You were tempted to tell him you weren't. While this wasn't your goodbye, it was implied. It was the start of your goodbye. You didn't think you would comeback from this. It was so bizarre. You didn't want to be defeated but having no memory at all of what happened made you feel like you had already lost a piece of yourself.
You nodded your head.
"You are going to get through this, and get back to normal. I'm going to help make sure you get back. I'm fighting for you. You need to fight too. Got that?" He asked you,
"Yeah." You replied.
"I'll get you back." He said aloud but it felt like he was speaking to himself.
Although you weren't feeling positive about the outcome, you knew Sanemi would try. He didn't seem the type to half ass anything, so if he said it, you knew he would do everything in his power to make it happen. He's never told you anything he didn't mean.
You settled on a half truth.
"I believe you."
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You woke up expecting to see Sanemi but was instead greeted by a horribly destroyed room. Your head was ringing and you were certain something bad happened.
"San." You called out standing slowly from the mattress.
"Hey. Um, he's not here right now." Genya responded to you, his voice floating from the living room.
"Did I? You know?" You asked walking carefully to the doorway.
"Yeah. I'm here to walk you to the Butterfly Mansion."
You nodded your head solemnly. "Okay." You took your time to change, not wanting to make the pounding in your head any worse. Genya said nothing as he waited for you.
You eventually met him in the doorway, ready for your trip.
The walk began quietly as your mind raced wondering when you'd get back to normal. Genya remained silent, not wanting to be a nuisance. He had a little trouble with it, being that he felt anxiety for you. He felt like you were going to be a friend to him; you had defended him. He wanted to be of help to you too.
He could tell you were in your head, but he didn't know how to help you. He didn't know how to distract you. He didn't know what he should say.
Once you made it to the butterfly mansion Genya stayed with you until you got settled. You were placed in a room separate from others healing. You were instructed to wait for Shinobu to arrive.
"Is there anything I can get you, or do for you?" Genya asked after you sat down on the bed.
You shook your head.
"Would it be okay if I visited you during this process?"
"Of course!" Genya noted this was the first time you smiled since you woke up.
He nodded and slightly bowed to you. "I'll give you some space. But I'll see you again soon."
"Thanks Genya."
You watched silently as he left the room. He was a sweet kid. Despite his rough disposition he had good intentions. You laughed to yourself at the similarity to his brother.
A knock on the door stopped your thoughts.
"Come in." You said.
"Hi. How are you feeling?" Shinobu jumped right in as she walked into the room.
"Sad." You answer truthfully.
"I'm sorry. I can understand that." She replied. "I was able to curate a medicine that I believe will help to minimize the effects left on you by the demon. Now we just have to find the site."
You nodded. Releasing a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
"I will have too look over your whole body. Will that be okay?"
"Yes." You answered.
"I believe the mark will be somewhere you wouldn't normally look or pay close attention to. Possibly the back of your foot, or maybe behind a knee. They wouldn't want it to be visible."
"Okay." You mumbled.
"You can lay in bed or you can stand. What's your preference?"
"I'll lay down." You replied getting fully on the bed and laying on your back.
Shinobu was gentle and quick. "Ok could you turn over please?" She asked. Once you laid on your stomach, she lightly grazed your neck. You squirmed a bit feeling a slight discomfort.
She caught this, and leaned closer. After a long minute she spoke. "Found it." She lightly pressed on your neck making you tense up.
"I'm going to apply some medicine here." She added.
It felt weird. Touching the area sent waves of uneasiness through your body, but when she applied the medicine it was painful. Down to your nerves. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.
When she finished she asked if you were okay. You told her no.
"It feels like I'm burning."
"That means it's working. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can get you in the mean time?"
"Sanemi?"
"Oh yes, he's eager to see you, but I think we've figured out the problem. You see, when you look at him, you snap. Or I should say, the possession takes over. He can greet you outside the door, but I'm afraid you can't see face to face until tomorrow. We need to keep the trigger at minimum.
"Okay." You replied.
She bowed politely before leaving the room.
Just a couple of minutes later you heard a knock at the door.
"It's me." Sanemi's voice called out.
"Hi." You responded sitting up.
"How are you feeling."
"Really weird honestly. I think I'm gonna lose it San. I feel like I'm going crazy."
"I understand. What can I do?
"I don't know." You sighed.
There was a brief pause of silence. "I'm sorry." He told you.
You got up and walked to the door, leaning your head against it.
"Me too." You replied. "I miss you." You added after a few seconds.
"I miss you too. So fucking much." There was an audible bang against the door. You imagined it was his fist.
"I want to see you."
"You will. Real soon. Okay?"
You nodded. You knew he couldn't see you but it was all you could manage.
"I'll be here everyday. Until you can come back to me."
"You promise?"
It was selfish to want him to promise to spend his free time here with a door between you, but any decency you had was nonexistent right now.
As it turns out, Sanemi could not have control over himself with you
He tried.
He really did.
But you were so perfect.
You were attentive at the right times. Quiet at the right time. You weren't pushy, surprisingly, and you were actually pleasant to be around.
It was horrible.
He found himself zoning out just staring at you while you talked, or while you slept.
He had to pull himself out of bed and into town to slay demons. He felt....guilty about feeling so much comfort next to you. Trying to sleep next to you, you looking at him with those expressive fucking eyes, your desire to please him anyway you could, it was too much.
Much more than he should have.
He had one goal. One desire. One purpose. But for some reason none of it mattered as much when he was with you.
That scared him.
—————
Sanemi's POV
"Hey handsome, where'd you go?"
A deep sigh left my chest before I could stop it. It seemed like I was exasperated with her compliments.
Good.
She didn't need to know it was because the sound of her sultry voice did things to me.
"Out." I replied, removing my clothes .
"Obviously." She smiled lazily, cocking her head at me. "Did you have to work or something?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"How was that?" She questioned.
"Fine."
I could see her eyes brighten, but just as quick as it happened she lowered her eyes and looked away, before nodding and replying "Good." With a soft smile on her face.
Damn those fucking beautiful eyes.
"Ask your question." I sighed beginning to remove my clothes.
"Are you sure?"
"Until I change my mind...."
"Okay okay, what is it that you do....exactly? I know I asked before and you said kill. I don't really...um...care what you do....for work.....I just....am curious. You're not just....a...killer...right? Are you....like a um....bounty Hunter or something?"
I have never heard her sound so unsure, mumble, or even say um.
By now I was totally undressed.
"Maybe I'll wait until I finish bathing to tell you exactly what I do."
Those eyes again. They widened. She seemed nervous. Worried that I was going to tell her I just murder people every night I'm sure.
"Okay." She nodded, and then laid back down.
I closed the door to the bathroom and ran my bath.
My mind was conjuring up all the ways it could go wrong telling her that I'm a demon slayer. Are there demons where she's from? It sounds like she has other worries from back home and I've never heard of any stories about demons there.
Who am I kidding?
There's fucking demons here so who the fuck cares if it's a scary thought? It's a fact. It's reality. No sense in sugar coating it. If I don't tell her someone else will eventually. Or she'll see for herself.
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"Perfect timing" The fucking vixen said as she brought a plate of food to the living room center table.
"How was your bath?" She asked once I sat down.
"Good." I answered ignoring the wanton look on her face. She was shameless.
"I.....ooh um nevermind. I'm sorry."
My eyes darted back to her face quickly.
"What the fuck is up?" She was being unlike herself. I understood the weird behavior about my work but was she trying to stop herself from flirting with me?
Since fucking when has she cared about coming on too strong. It doesn't even bother me anymore.
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you acting like you can't ask me questions."
I could see a guard go up in her eyes. "You always tell me to stop asking questions-"
"That's never stopped you before!" I threw back. It was petty. But I didn't care. I wanted to get to the bottom of her being cryptic.
"I just don't want to upset you." She replied.
"Since when?" I asked putting the food down untouched.
I was starting to get angry. Is she implying that she can't trust me? Like she doesn't know who I am or something? She's never cared if I was upset with her or not. Atleast she never acted like it. It never stopped her from calling me names I don't like, trying to get to know personal things or doing something I told her not to.
"Sit down." I said before she could say anything else.
She sat down across from me.
"I don't kill people." I said.
She sat on the couch quietly, and nodded slowly.
"I kill demons."
She blinked. And appeared to have froze. After 2 minutes of complete silence she eventually spoke.
"Okay."
"Okay?" I echoed.
"Yeah."
Now I was confused.
"So you've already encountered demons?"
"No."
"You don't have any questions? Other remarks?"
"No." She answered with finality.
I searched her face for any signs of her wavering. I couldn't find any.
"Well do you feel better now that you know what my job is?"
"Yep." She nodded.
I sat and stared at her. There was definitely something wrong. But I truly didn't have the words to convince her to talk to me. Beyond that, she doesn't dive too deep when I'm in a "mood" as she calls it.
I began scarfing down the food she made me. She remained quiet while I ate. Proof that she was still not being herself or was in her head.
When I finished, I got up, and grabbed her off the couch, throwing her over my shoulder.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" She exclaimed.
"About to fuck you back to normal." I replied with a swift smack to her butt.
"Oh really?" She asked. Her seductive voice sounding more like usual.
That's my girl.
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Shocked would be an understatement but since you were at a lost for words that's what you were going to stick with.
Sanemi was sleeping, soundly, and pulled you to his chest himself.
You really couldn't believe it, but you knew better than to comment on it.
Maybe he really did like you too.
Honestly, who were you kidding? He has to like you too. You would never be at his house after spending a night with him, laying on his chest while he slept if he didn't.
These were truly boyfriend behaviors. You knew better than to ask him what this meant for your relationship though.
As you looked at his silver lashes, you tried to keep your hands where they were instead of touching his handsome face. He looked so much better up close. Getting to stare unabashedly without the distraction of euphoria, really had you wondering how you could ever get so lucky as to be tolerated by this stone of a man.
No, scratch that. Liked, by this man.
Demons.
You quickly shook your head at the intrusive thought.
That was the last thing you wanted to think about but now that you were no longer busy, you knew realistically you would have to face it.
You looked at the scars on his beautiful face and it hit you again.
Demons.
That had to be the cause for the extensive amount of scaring on him. A man as sure of himself and as mean as Sanemi had to face off against something extreme to be injured so badly.
You lightly traced the scaring across his chest with your fingertips.
Demons.
You inwardly rolled your eyes.
You had to do something. You couldn't just sit there, and sleep wasn't an option.
Slowly, you separated from Sanemi and left the bed as quietly as possible.
Once you were dressed, you left to the living room to find a note pad where you wrote "don't wait up. See you soon."
You had to busy yourself. If you stayed busy, your mind would be busy, and you wouldn't have to face that startlingly discovery.
———
You walked around town until you came across a trinket shop. You spent a lot of time there after talking to the owner who sold many of his handmade jewelry and knives. You spoke with him in great detail about his designs and his craftsmanship. He seemed delighted to discuss those things with you too, a huge smile on his face as he spoke to you.
By the time you left you had purchased way more than you intended to. You were happy though, and it was a good amount of time keeping the anxiety off of your mind for a while.
You decided to head home for a little while too. However you noticed as you got closer to the house, the more that dread crept up your neck and made you feel sick.
When you made it home you were not as relieved as you thought you would be to see the guys.
"Hey! Didn't expect to see you so soon." Brass greeted you from where he was lounging on the floor beside the couch.
Above him Frank was laid out on the couch while Muddy sat in the chair adjacent.
It appeared they had been working on music.
"Yeah, same." You replied.
"We'll why are you back? And what do you have?" Muddy asked.
"Jewelry, and because. It's....a lot."
No one spoke for a while.
"Okay and?" Brass responded. "We're all sitting here, not going anywhere so go on and tell us."
Frank sat up and gestured for you to sit next to him.
"I don't....I don't really know how to....say." You mumbled taking the newly open seat.
"Try." Frank said patting your back when you sat down.
They were all worried. You weren't usually one lost for words.
Muddy sat forward in his seat, eyes zeroed in on you. "Did something happen with Sanemi?"
The way your eyes showed a series of emotions at the mention of his name gave Brass pause, making him sit up from the floor.
"Did he do something to you?" He asked.
"No no no." You said, tone far away. "He told me....well....hmm...what if he's crazy?"
"Crazy how?" Muddy asked.
"Like....delusional."
"Aw hell. What did he say?" Brass groaned.
You glanced at Frank and his eyes were piercing as he waited for your answer. He nodded to you, encouraging you to continue.
"He said he fights demons."
Silence.
"Yeah don't we all." Muddy laughed.
"No. Listen. He fights demons for work. Physically, in real life."
This time, the guys all exchanged a look. You couldn't read this one.
After atleast 4 minutes of silence, "Somebody say something." You said.
"So, someone else told me about demons here before too." Muddy answered
"Honestly, the whole town thinks there are demons."
"I believe them." Brass said.
"Wait, you've never heard this before?" Muddy interjected.
"No." You answered.
"How?"
"The important question is, do you really think Sanemi is delusional? I mean now that you know majority of the people we encounter believe there to be demons here, you'll be fine right?" Frank asked
"Of course not! Because the alternative is that there are demons!"
"She has a point." Brass said.
"I need a drink. Anybody else?" Muddy said standing up and going into the kitchen.
"Yeah."
"Me"
"Sure." The three of you answered simultaneously.
———
"Hey, we should go see if we can find a demon." Frank said.
Immediately Brass started laughing.
"This always happens, why do we let Frank drink? Here Frank stick to smokes man." Muddy said pushing the ashtray across the coffee table towards him.
"What do you mean? That would help us confirm if these demons are real." Frank answered casually grabbing the wooden pipe from the tray.
"If they are in fact real, what do you think would happen to us when we're in front of them? They take human souls!" Brass basically shouted.
"Yeah, pure souls! We have nothing to worry about.”
To your horror, Muddy and Brass seemed to accept this explanation and ponder over it.
"Okay. No. That's enough. Nobody is going to look for demons, also our definition of pure and a demonic definition of pure may be two different things. Let's drop it. Please!" You said.
"Oh yeeeeah, you're right." Brass nodded.
"Well maybe we can ask lover boy Sanemi about it." Muddy said.
"No to that too."
"We can't do anything." Frank sighed.
You sat back further into the couch. You felt bad for leaving Sanemi while he slept after he had been a completely different person to you, but you really couldn't think there. You were overwhelmed with this new information and didn't know what you should think. What you should do.
Are you supposed to just keep living life as normal? How?
It was insane to even consider.
Ironically, alcohol seemed to calm your nerves. While still anxious however, you felt significantly less stressed.
"I'm gonna go back to Sanemi." You said out loud.
"Sounds good." Muddy nodded.
"Yeah he's probably worried. His feelings are probably hurt. He probably thinks he ran you away." Frank said.
It felt like you had been dunked in ice cold water as realization hit you. Frank was right.
Considering everything, you had chosen the worst possible time to "clear your head".
"Oh no." You groaned. "I've gotta go."
You stood, feeling the effects of the alcohol you drank. Little silver stars were dancing around your vision.
"Should we walk you? Does he live far from here?" Muddy said.
"No, you'll probably slow me down. I'll be okay." You answered.
"You look a little drunk."
You shrugged. A little is nothing. You've done more than simply walk to someone's house while under the influence. You'd be back to normal halfway through the walk.
You gathered all of the new things you just purchased and grabbed more clothes just in case.
The more you thought about it, the more you realized you were running out of time. It had been too many hours since you left with no explanation. Your little note probably meant nothing. You had to hurry.
———-
The trees cast an extra shadow over everything around you as you made your way through the thick forest. You weren't expecting it to be so dark so soon but you hadn't accounted for the cover of the forest. The walk wasn't as comforting as it was in the mornings or mid-day.
You had just gotten more comfortable with the minimal light when someone fell into step beside you.
What the….?
It was so sudden you couldn't fathom that someone could've been following you but they had to have been behind you.
You slowed your pace, planning to stop walking. To your surprise the figure slowed their pace as well. You glanced at them seeing that they were covered in a dark cloak so you couldn't make out any details.
Abruptly you stopped walking. This was mirrored by the individual in the cloak.
"Can I help you?" You asked ignoring the sinking feeling that began growing in your gut.
"Yes you can." The voice was something from a nightmare. It didn't sound human at all, and it sounded malicious. It was haunting. Something that you hear and immediately know it's other worldly.
You took a step back but froze when the head of the cloaked figure snapped in your direction.
"Where do you think you're going? I haven't even introduced myself yet."
The cloaked figure then laughed. Your blood ran cold at the sound.
"I've seen you before. You walk through my woods often. But I got the biggest treat of all seeing you with that damn Hashira. He's usually always alone. So I was surprised to see him with someone. A woman no less."
Another laugh. This time more high pitched.
"I'm gonna have some fun with you. Im gonna use you. You see, it's a weakness of mine to play with my food before devouring it. That wild hair Hashira seems unbreakable. But I think I've found just the thing I need to break him." A more deranged laugh sounded in the air. "A friend, or a lover perhaps!" His tone crescendoed with each word. He was excited. This shook you to your core.
You were rooted to your spot, your brain trying to understand what was happening, your body tremoring with fear and disbelief.
The cloaked figure removed his hood.
Your legs gave out before you could even register what was happening. You had never seen anything like what was before you.
It wasn't human. You knew this but seeing it made a difference. His, or it's, skin was grayish green, his teeth were sharp, too big to fully close his mouth, he had multiple horns protruding from the sides of his face, and his eyes, they glowed sinisterly.
But that wasn't even the worst part. The fact that he was drooling was the nail in the coffin.
"I'll take...just a little piece. Nothing big, just something small but noticeable."
You couldn't even hold eye contact any longer once he began stalking towards you.
Every single step he took toward you sent a tremor down your spine. You kept your head down, too afraid to catch another glimpse at him. Too afraid to move. Too afraid to stay really but you were paralyzed with fear.
A single cold but firm hand grabbed your chin and raised your head up slowly. You kept your eyes squeezed tight.
The last thing you heard was that haunting laugh.
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You woke up in a lightly lit, unfamiliar room. You felt strangely relaxed despite being in an unknown room.
Vaguely you registered that someone else was present. Before you could take in anymore of your surroundings, the sound of feet padding down the hallway came. You didn't know whether to be afraid or what, but your body responded on its own. A deep violent tremor shook you. Enough to catch the attention of the person in the room.
"Hey. you're awake now? Don't be frightened, you're safe here."
Your eyes met the owner of the voice and you felt a tiny sense of relief. It was a young girl. A human. Something worth noting now. She didn't give you any negative vibes. In fact, the more you came to, you could see that she was caring for you. She was mixing medicines and herbs together where she was seated.
Only then did you register that you were hurt. Or had been hurt. You looked down at your arms and noticed your left forearm was bandaged. There was a tender ache and slight burning present. You raised your arm and that's when the true extent of your experience hit you.
It felt like you had fallen from a 5 story building. Your entire body felt weak and achey.
The young girl in the room began to speak but was quickly cut off by the door being thrown open.
Sanemi walked quickly over to you in the bed and looked over you. His body was tense but his eyes were in a frenzy. He snatched the covers back looking over your legs. He appeared to relax a bit as his eyes did a final once over your whole body and sight landed back on your bandaged arm.
"Can you walk?" He asked. His voice slightly raised.
"I-" you tried to speak, voice cracking from not being used.
"Mr. Sanemi, she shouldn't-"
The young girl stopped speaking when Sanemi's head turned to her.
"Sh-sh she....really shouldn't l-leave." She finished despite the obvious fear, her hands clasped together.
"That's too bad isn't it?" He all but growled.
"Please," she tried again but this time Sanemi ignored her, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.
You didn't have a chance to protest and truthfully you didn't think you would. You felt relieved to see him. Being in his arms, although unconventionally, made you feel so much better.
You didn't speak as he made his way outside.
It was only when you neared the forest that the urge to speak came to you.
Sanemi didn't need to hear you though. He felt you before you got any words out. Your body tensed as you realized you were starting into the woods.
"Relax. You're with me. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise." He told you sincerely.
It was like a blanket of warmth was thrown over you. Just a few simple words and you felt at ease. Of course you didn't know Sanemi long, but you trusted him with every fiber of your being. You knew he would keep you safe.
You'd never know the satisfaction you'd given Sanemi with just your body language. He felt like he's just conquered the world feeling you relax beneath his fingertips. The fact that you believed him after who knows what happened to you made him feel incredibly warm inside. He both loved and hated it.
You continued on in silence. Sanemi's grip on you strong and comforting. You hardly felt jostled despite the fact that he was walking. You were so relaxed you could sleep.
His effect on you was unique. You were almost airheaded with him. So much so, you didn't even register that he basically threw you on the ground. You were perplexed but the swirl of wind, leaves, and twigs around you, told you something was going on. It took a second for you to realize what kind of commotion was happening around you. A loud roar rang out before you felt a slight tremor on the ground beneath you. Your eyes followed the direction of the noise and you saw the largest grotesquely built thing you've ever seen. With yellowed glistening skin, something akin to an ogre came running at you, a spiked club in hand.
You knew that you needed to move, but you could barely feel your legs. You tried to get up, you really did, but it was going to be too late. He closed in on you fast, and you could only brace yourself. The attack never came though. A gust of wind wafted onto you and you opened you squinted eyes, wondering why the monster stopped. Just a few more seconds and you could see. A thin red line was visible, running directly down the center of his body, Then it grew. His body splitting into two halves.
You faintly registered Sanemi's voice saying "fuck" as your vision grew dark. You were fighting the strong urge to vomit, feeling super nauseous after what you witnessed.
"Get up!"
Sanemi's command was loud and urgent. You couldn't see him, and you couldn't tell where he was. Your nausea making it that much harder to focus on what was happening around you.
You were trying to stand when you felt Sanemi grab you and move you to a different spot. The sound of snarls and grunts surrounding you. What you couldn't see before you were able to see now that Sanemi was right in front of you. There were numerous demons coming at you two, from all sides. You wanted to be better, stronger, to help him somehow but you just felt sick to your stomach. You didn't care what happened to you but if Sanemi got hurt you would lose your mind. How would he be able to get out of this?
Your question was answered when you felt that powerful surge of wind around you. Sanemi was almost a blur moving around you and killing each and every one of those things. Your head was spinning.
You're not sure what happened after, but the next thing you see is Sanemi taking off his bloodied jacket, turning it inside out and wiping your face. You just watched him, seeing a calmness in his eyes that you only seen once before. When he finished he slightly smiled at you.
"You okay?" He asked.
Your heart skipped a couple of beats for sure. "Yes." You answered. Your voice coming out just above a whisper.
"Come on." He replied, lifting you up from the ground to your feet. "I can carry you if you don't mind a bit of demon blood."
You could only nod this time. Reeling from both the softness in his voice and the thought of what just happened.
He picked you up, and held you bridal style before continuing on his path.
You were both silent the rest of the way to his house. It wasn't until he placed you on your feet in front of his door that he spoke again.
"Would you want to bathe together?" He asked opening his door and then taking your hand to lead you inside.
"Yes." You said quietly.
Sanemi led you to the bathroom, and helped you undress. He then got the bath ready before coming to you with a wet cloth and wiping down the small splatters of blood that were on you.
When he finished he told you not to move before leaving the bathroom. You waited just a couple of minutes before he walked back in clean but also dripping with water. His hair pushed back showing his handsome features.
He walked over to his tub and stopped the water before pouring what looked like oil into the water. After moving the water around, mixing the oil, he came and took your hand, to help you into the warm water.
He sat down and then pulled you to sit on his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around you and sunk a bit deeper into the tub.
"Just relax." He said.
And that's exactly what you did. The pain in your arm more noticeable now that you were still. It was nothing though, in the grand scheme of things. Minor really.
"I'm sorry." You said suddenly.
"For?" Sanemi asked. His deep voice smooth and even.
"For worrying you."
He let out a long sigh. Then he patted the top of your head. "Who said I was worried?"
You turned your face toward him. To look into his eyes.
"I'm serious." You told him.
"I am too." He smirked.
"You use the one time I'm serious with you to joke?"
"Isn't that what you would do?" His smirk grew.
You couldn't even help the smile that bloomed. He was so handsome, and he looked even better when he was smiling, and happy.
"Okay lover, you got me there." It was your turn to smirk. Using one of the many nicknames he hated.
"Watch it vixen, or I might just have to put you in your place."
"Oh please do."
His eyes widened momentarily, before he started to laugh. "Already back to normal huh? You're something else. But I'm with you if you're ready."
You couldn't believe it. "Reeeally?" You mused.
"Yesss." Sanemi echoed your tone, dragging out his answer like you did.
You wasted no time in positioning yourself just right so that you could guide him inside of you.
"I think I really enjoy this playful, meeting me where I am, San." You wiggled your bottom slightly, making sure you were perfectly perched on his member. "I may need to get hurt more often." You laughed lightly. Already heating up from having him inside you.
"Not funny. Too soon." Sanemi replied, his grip tightening around your waist, while the hand that was lightly resting atop your head tangled into your hair, pulling your head back gently.
Before you could say anything else he kissed just below your ear. It was soft and it was sensual. It set the tone for the night.
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You had been laying together, in all your post sex bliss, for atleast an hour. Mostly just cuddling or caressing one another. You could tell Sanemi had something on his mind which is why you stayed quiet. You appreciated that he didn't push you away and was being almost romantic. Even if just for the night, you wouldn't take it for granted.
Of course, unbeknownst to you, Sanemi was truly relieved you were okay. After all of this time, he wouldn't be able to go on the way he used to if something happened to you. He genuinely cared for you.
It's why you were shocked to hear the uncertainty in his tone when he asked you a question.
"What happened? Last night I mean. Do you want to talk about it?”
It took you a few seconds to answer. To be honest, you don't remember anything after he, or it, grabbed you.
Answering truthfully, you told Sanemi just that.
"Do you remember what it looked like?"
"No."
He nodded. "I guess that could be a good thing for you."
You could tell he wasn't satisfied with your answer.
"I can try to remember." You told him.
He shook his head. "No, it's okay. Don't worry about it. No need to have any bad memories." He said running his hand down your back soothingly.
"I'm sorry."
"No more of that," he answered.
"If I remember anything, you'll be the first to know." You smiled lightheartedly.
"Thanks." He said. "Now, get some rest."
You smiled but said nothing as you followed his orders. You turned away from him, now facing the window, with your back against his chest. You grabbed the hand that was on your back and pulled it to your chest.
Sanemi got the memo, and scooted closer, securing you against him in a warm embrace.
He kissed your temple and said "goodnight".
"Goodnight San." You mumbled before easily drifting off into sleep. Unaware of just how much rest you needed.
Can someone please call me a raggedy bitch if I don’t have the last chapters of Sanemi’s fic uploaded the day ‘To the Hashira Training’ comes out?? (Feb 24) 😩
Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects
8 Chapters
Chapter 4
Chapter includes: Explicit language, Smut, Fluff
6k words
You woke up to the smell of some tantalizing food. Your eyes fluttering open slowly as your lids still felt heavy with sleep. As you took in your surroundings you were confused. You were in Sanemi's room.
You were in Sanemi's room.
You woke up in Sanemi's room.
Sitting up quickly you looked around. The sun was beaming brightly into the room, despite the curtains being drawn, you were still naked. Memories of your clothes being torn coming back to you.
You were about to get up when Sanemi walked into the room with a bowl of hot steaming food. The smell that woke you, making your mouth water.
"Hey Sleepy head." Sanemi mumbled.
You would've been taken aback if you weren't so hungry. "Hey." You smiled up at him.
"Here." He said louder as he handed you the bowl.
"Thank you." You replied before digging in. Smiling at the fact that he brought you a spoon. "Where's yours?"
"I ate already." He replied "while I was out."
You simply nodded. You had so many questions, but you weren't going to ask them.
"You have to stay here." He told you suddenly.
Your eyebrow quirked up at his remark. "Forever?" You asked between bites. You were just joking but you were a little confused.
"No just until a little while later." He answered.
You smiled at him. Of course you knew that, you just wanted to mess with him. You nodded your head.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked.
Surprised but determined not to show it you nodded once more. "Really good. I didn't realize I was so tired."
Now it was his turn to nod.
As you continued eating he stayed standing beside the bed. Arms crossed as he mostly looked at the floor. He was always a little stand offish but you were getting subtle different vibes from him this time. You chocked it up to him being regretful for being rough with you, which is a surprise in and of itself.
"Why are you just standing there?" You smiled.
He shrugged.
"You don't want to sit down?"
"No not really."
"Oh okay." You nod, almost finished with your rice in the short amount of time.
"So you left me here?" You added as the room grew silent again.
Instead of rolling his eyes at you like you anticipated, his eyes widened before he quickly tried to cover it. "Yeah, is that a problem?"
"No. It's just...really trusting of you to leave me here."
Now he rolls his eyes. "We see each other every single day. You think I don't trust you?"
You loved messing with Sanemi. He was so easy to annoy although you're sure partially your presence was annoying to him in general. "Well it's not that really, it's just....leaving me here gives strong boyfriend vibes."
There he was. The Sanemi you were used to. The Sanemi you loved despite how cold he could be.
He was holding the bridge of his nose. Teeth barred in annoyance, as if he was trying to get himself under control.
"You need to let that go. I don't want to hear that word from you today."
"What word? Boyfriend?"
He responded with a pointed glare at you.
"What? Maybe if you stopped acting like one I wouldn't have to suggest that's what you are."
"For fucks sake, shutup." He said.
You smiled finishing up your meal. When you were about to stand Sanemi stopped you. Reaching out for the bowl and gesturing irritably with his hand for you to hurry and give it to him when you froze.
He took it from you and left the room before coming back. Of course he came right back into his spot beside the bed, folding his arms like it was his job.
"Okay, why are you just standing there peering down at me. Am I in trouble?" You smile.
Sanemi adverts his eyes. He shrugs.
"Why are you so quiet? You usually talk more than this."
"I do not."
He's right. But you were messing with him. It was your second job after all.
"Why are you standing there? Afraid to sit with me?"
And the smallest flash of worry and hesitation passed across his features but you managed to catch it. It made your heart rate speed up. Reminding you of how gentle he was with you just a few hours ago as he bathed you.
"Hey, you know....about earlier....I'm not mad at you or anything right?"
His response you weren't ready for. You don't know what you expected but it wasn't for him to sound so.....tiny. Almost....saddened.
"Why?" Was all he said, but his tone spoke volumes.
"I-I know you didn't mean it."
"How?"
"You've never spoken to me like that before. You've never.....held me tighter than you needed to and never ignored me." You quickly added "never ignored me during sex I mean."
He slowly nodded. Sitting down beside the bed cross legged.
You could see his remorse...or maybe it was shame....radiating off of him.
You tried not to, you really did, but like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.
You laid down so you were right in front of him. Your head propped up on your arms.
"Do you....maybe want to talk about what upset you?"
You're not sure what was going through his head but you could see some sort of turmoil brewing behind his eyes. He gritted his teeth and crossed his arms once more. "Not really no."
"Okay." It was your turn to nod. You quickly changed the subject for him, not wanting him to sit in anger.
"You got some clothes for me to wear or am I just going to walk around your house naked?"
Sanemi, ever observant, saw that little glint in your eye. He chose to ignore it however, opting instead to stand and walk over to his dresser. He pulled out a robe and threw it at you.
"Thanks sexy." You laughed, sitting up to put it on.
"Don't start." He told you.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just calling you by your name." You joked.
As you stood up, you realized that the robe almost fit you perfectly. But of course, Sanemi liked to show off his body of course he wouldn't buy a robe that could actually close over his deliciously sculpted chest.
"So, are you going to let me finally look around your house now that you've demanded I stay here for a while?"
"Sure." He answered walking over to his door.
You were stunned, but in an effort not to upset him, you kept your shock hidden. You followed behind him out to the kitchen. "I'm pretty sure you've seen this before."
"I've never been in your kitchen lover." You said casually looking around. It was a nice kitchen, and it was large. It was unsurprisingly clean as well. You learned in the last couple of months that although Sanemi himself was a storm, his cleanliness and home was not. It was spotless. Atleast what you could see, which was always the dark living room, his bedroom and his bathroom.
After the kitchen he walked you into the dining room. Which was also dark and clean. Accents of green popping out from paintings on the wall and small sculptures that comprised of leaves and bamboo. It was actually quite nice.
Next he lead you to another bathroom. It was simple, and this one had a shower. After, he led you upstairs. There were 2 other bedrooms and one bathroom.
"So that's it. Nothing special." He said as he led you back downstairs after letting you look through the bare rooms.
"And outside?"
"What the hell do you want to see outside for?"
"Don't you have a garden?"
"I guess."
"You guess that you have a garden?"
"I mean I guess that you want to see it."
You laughed at his words, and the bored look on his face. He shook his head but lead you out the back door, onto his veranda. In front of you was an expanse of lush green. There was a stone walkway leading to various areas of the garden. Looking down at your toes, you saw how shiny and nice the floor beneath you was. His backyard was massive and you didn't even know where to begin.
You pointed to this area off to the right where the large stoned walkway lead to a large space with a mixture of stone flooring and grass. There were rocks, some covered in moss, in various sizes, a large tree off to the side, and you couldn't help but think that it was a designated area for something. It just looked too cool not to be.
"What's that?"
"Um...the garden?" Sanemi furrowed his brows at you.
"No. No I mean like....why does it look so different from everything else?"
"Because it does."
You sighed. "Sanemi." You shook your head. "I hear water." You said suddenly.
"Yeah there's a pond back there."
You gasped. "Can I see it?"
"Sure." Sanemi shrugged.
Before he could stop you, you stepped down from the veranda barefooted, happily walking over to the large stone near you. You purposely stepped on the large rocks, making your way along the trail until you reached the back of the garden. The rock path went all along the long "pond" just before the gate signaling the end of his property. Along the gate were trees and more shrubbery, some sculptures placed here and there. It was beautiful back here. In the pond were more rocks strategically placed in differing tones of light and dark. When you saw a orange and white fish swim past you almost squealed in excitement. When a yellow one swam past you lost it.
"You have fish!?" You exclaimed, getting on the ground and leaning over the pond to look closely at them.
They were so cute, you've never seen fish like this in person. They looked almost elegant.
You sat staring at the fish as they swam, unfazed by your presence. When you caught a glimpse of an all white one you gasped again. Just how many fish does he have? You thought to yourself. You caught a glimpse of a black and white fish, and you got up to follow it. Fascinated by it as it swam slowly, all the way to the other end of the garden. Down here was a small bench, with a lamp post just behind it. With the sun out it was light enough to still see clearly but you can imagine with the cover of the large trees on this end, it would be pitch black here at night. You sat down on the bench. Taking a deep breath to inhale the fresh aroma and clean air around you. It was nothing like home.
You loved it.
As you sat you realized you zoned out. Your mind had gone completely blank and you had no idea how long you had been sitting there.
You got up quickly saying bye to the fish, before following the stone trail back to the house. When it came into view you could see Sanemi sitting just within the doorway.
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Sanemi's POV
"She lives." I said sarcastically as she came walking back towards the house. She was out there for 30 minutes.
"Sorry." She laughed. "I zoned out by accident. Why didn't you tell me you had fish?"
She's so fucking cute. How the fuck can she be cute and sexy all at the same time? She's going to be the death of me.
"They're just fish." I told her watching her step back up onto the veranda.
"Your fish. I didn't know you had any why didn't you tell me." She repeated slightly pouting as if I was holding some big secret from her.
"They're not my fish. They're just fish."
"You bought them didn't you? And they live here at your house in your pond. They're family. They're your fish." She said walking over to me.
I did my best to hold in the exasperated sigh I had for her. They certainly were not my family, but I guess they were my fish.
I gestured for her to sit down.
She obeyed, saying nothing but searching my face for an explanation.
I pulled over the bucket from beside me and then held my hand out to her. She was about to give me her hand when I pushed it away.
"Your foot."
"My foot?" She asked but lifted it out to me.
As expected it was filthy. I grabbed it and began scrubbing it with the sponge from the bucket. She bit her lip turning her head to the side.
"Grow up." I told her.
"Sorry." She mumbled still holding her laugh in. When I finished I dropped her foot in my lap and then started on the other. When I finished she let out a big breath.
"Child."
"Shutup." She smiled.
"Next time, put some slippers on before you go out."
"Okay." She answered.
I pulled her up with me, grabbing the bucket before leading her back into the house.
I went to dump the water in the shower while she stopped in the living room. When I came back out she was leaning down looking at my beetle in his terrain.
"What's this bug called again?" She asked pointing to it.
"You ask a lot of questions."
She only turned to look at me, an expectant look on her face.
I walked over towards her and sat on the couch. "It's a rhinoceros beetle."
"Does it bite?"
"Stick your hand in there and find out."
I wasn't expecting her to really do it, but she did. He began hissing.
"You're pissing him off."
"Oh." She said abruptly taking her hand out. "Sorry Beetle sir." She said lightly tapping the glass.
Fucking cute. Ugh.
"Do you know what time it is?" She asked moving to sit on the couch opposite me.
"No."
"I have work tonight. So I'll have to get going soon."
For some reason, I felt discomfort in my chest. But I spoke anyway. "Okay."
She cocked her head at me. "So, what exactly am I waiting for?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I'm not going to tell her. It's supposed to be a gift. She's gonna have to wait and see.
"If you don't want me to leave you can just say that. I wouldn't be surprised that you're finally acknowledging your feelings for me."
I was choking. Choking on my own spit. She was a mess. It was only after I stopped choking that I realized she was waiting for me to say something.
"Shutup." Was all I could manage, making her laugh out loud.
She laid back on the couch, crossing her legs at the ankles. "Thank you." She said suddenly.
I didn't ask what she meant. I knew what she was referring to. She's only been begging with her stupid fucking expressive eyes to stay over here and spend time with me since we started having sex.
"Don't think you can stay all the time. I don't need any distractions."
"I don't need any distractions." She mocked me in an obnoxiously low voice that didn't sound anything like mine.
I gave her the finger, to which she only waved off.
"Sanemi?" She spoke after some time passed of us sitting in silence.
"What?"
"Tell me something about you, that nobody else knows."
"We fuck everyday."
She sighed heavily and I felt no remorse. This is not a conversation we are going to have.
It appeared she was going to drop the topic though. "What should we do?" She asked, repositioning herself on the couch so that now she was laying flat on her back, eyes up at the ceiling.
I shrugged.
"You want to go somewhere?"
"You don't have any clothes right now."
"Oh yeah." She said rolling her eyes. "I think I know what we can do."
"What?"
Instead of answering with words, she uncrossed her legs, obnoxiously seductive somehow, and began to rub slow circles against her clit.
It shouldn't have surprised me. The fucking minx was insatiable. But it still managed to take me by surprise anyway. She opened her legs giving herself better access. I could only watch her as she touched herself. It was so hot the way she seemed perfectly into it. Sounds of her slick filling the room in the short amount of time.
Fuck it, I thought as I sat up to get a better look at her. Just a few seconds later she pushed one pretty finger deep inside her core, letting out an equally pretty moan.
That was enough for me. I got up to close the distance between us. Sitting between her legs, I lost the little amount of restraint I had. I pulled her hand from her cunt and leaned forward until I could taste her. Licking a fat strip up her clit, savoring her sweet essence, earned me the cutest fucking whimper.
I lapped up all that she gave me, licking and sucking on her perfect clit. Her sounds motivating me to continue. She could go for a while, I learned in my time with her, so it surprised me when she came so quickly. It had only been maybe 4 minutes.
I looked up at her. Disappointed in her inability to last longer for me because I was enjoying myself. Enjoying her. "What the hell was that?"
A small smile appeared on her face as she let out a little huff of air. "Sorry. I don't know, you're just so skilled San."
My eyebrow quirked, caught off guard. "San?"
"Yeah." She smiled more.
I wanted to tell her not to shorten my name. It would've irked me if someone else had done it. But I didn't feel irritated by her doing it.
I pushed the thought out of my head as I stood to untie my robe. It was no time at all before I was back between her legs, grabbing onto her hips and pushing into her sopping core.
She gasped as I bottomed out. I rolled my eyes though I felt no annoyance. "You act like you don't know what to expect."
"Just feels so good." She murmured grabbing onto my wrists.
When she pulled them, I got the message. I placed my hands on either side of her head, as much as the couch would allow before leaning over her, burying myself deeper into her. She responded with another small gasp, before biting her lip.
I inwardly shook my head at her. She had a way of acting like it was our first time doing this together. I however, liked the sound, so I kept my pace slow, pushing my self as deep as her heat would allow each thrust, letting the tip of my head rest again that soft gummy wall inside of her that always made her gasp or squeak. A small almost unnoticeable shudder happened each time I slowly pulled away from my favorite spot. It was fascinating watching her. Rewarding even. No one had ever been this expressive before. Sure they've been loud, they've scratched my back, they've screamed, some cried, they shook and trembled too, but somehow always remained anxious.
But her, she was completely relaxed. Every part of her reacted to me simultaneously but softly. She was comfortable. It's something I can't quite explain but it's like she would completely melt, or like she was always fully giving herself to me. Fully immersed into what we were doing together.
I let my eyes rake over her perfect body beneath me. She looked so soft; she was; always. I leaned down on my forearm, shifting my weight to rest on the one arm while I let my left hand roam across her. I gathered her perfect breast into my palm, squeezing softly what I held. Her breathing hitched momentarily at the action. She let out one of those cute whimpers I like when I squeezed again.
Releasing her from my palm I trailed down her side, my thumb grazing along the softness of her abdomen, all the way down until I reached her hip. I softly squeezed her here too. I didn't realize that while watching her, to wait for her reaction I had stopped my strokes. It wasn't until she spoke.
"Sanemi please." She whined. But it wasn't annoying, and it didn't piss me off. It was cute.
"Sorry." I answered quietly, heat rising to my ears. Luckily her eyes have been closed so she couldn't see me. I made sure to keep my thrusts measured this time, not letting my admiring of her body distract me from fucking her.
Damn it, what the fuck is wrong with me. That's literally what I'm doing. Admiring her. Fucking hell.
I put my hand back up beside her before shifting my weight back over her, now on both forearms, the heat from her body rolling into mine.
I was caught off guard by her hands softly grabbing onto my sides, gently pulling me closer to her. "You're so good San." She mumbles, a small smile on her face as she watches where I disappear into her.
I ignore her compliment focused now on how close we were and how good it feels inside her. Her thumbs gently rubbed against my abdomen and it felt like too much. My hips stuttered, it caught me off guard again. She was being gentle with me. Admiring me.
My suspicions were confirmed when she brought both of her palms up the planes of my chest, beginning to caress me. I wanted to roll my eyes at her but the look in her eyes stopped me. She looked to be mesmerized. Instead of feeling confident and maybe repulsed like I would if it was some other woman I felt shy.
Like a fucking loser.
She let her hands glide to my back. The sound of her slick still the loudest in the room. When I felt her hands travel down to my hips pulling me deeper I felt turned on all over again, a small growl leaving my throat on its own.
I wasn't looking at her, purposely, but I could hear her smirk. I let my gaze meet her face this time, only to find her already looking at me. Before I could look away she let out the prettiest moan I've ever heard. Her eyes fluttered closed as I made sure to repeat the stroke. She quickly bit her lip, holding back a whine it seemed like.
I kept up my pace watching her face as I fucked her. Nice and slow. The way she loved apparently.
When a rather abrupt shudder went through her, I knew she was close. Her legs clamped against mine, her grip on me tightened and her breaths became short pants. Her walls were milking me for everything I had. I had to bury my face in her neck, to keep quiet. I bit her neck as I came, or else I would've made a fool of myself. I would've moaned louder than her.
I felt her come before hearing her come. It felt like a waterfall. Followed by the sound of her sinful moans.
As I sat waiting for her to finish I realized she wasn't stopping. She was still trembling, still holding me tight and still moaning.
Her brows furrowed cutely as each tremor shook her.
A surge of pride began building in my chest, realizing she was having this long of a response. She was overstimulated and it was quickly making me grow back hard.
I couldn't help myself as I pushed myself deeper into her.
"Oh fuck. Sa-San-Sanemi!" She said, her legs trembling more.
That was all the motivation I needed to keep fucking her. And this time it only took a minute tops for us to come together again.
"Thank you." She mumbled hugging me briefly as I rested atop of her.
"For what? Fucking you?" The tiredness of my voice pissed me off but I ignored it.
"Yes." She laughed.
"Anytime." I answered playfully before pulling out to stand up. "We made a huge mess on this couch." I said as I absently held my hand out to help her up.
"Sorry. I'll clean it."
"Good. Damn minx ruining my furniture."
Her answering laugh was loud.
And cute.
I hated it.
I didn't realize I was still holding her hand until we got to my bathroom. I quickly let go and grabbed a cloth, running it under the faucet. I handed it to her before wetting another for myself.
She remained quiet as we cleaned ourselves but I could honestly feel the questions she wanted to ask me.
"What?" I asked.
She made a face. One of confusion before speaking. "Are you hearing things? I didn't say nothin'."
"No, I know. But you want to. I can feel it, so what is it?"
She giggled. An actual fucking giggle.
"I'm just thinking about how handsome you are. No questions."
"Don't start." I told her while tying up my robe. "Put your cloth in there." I pointed over to my hamper beside the sink before walking out of the bathroom.
Not long after she came into the room behind me.
"What are you looking at?" She asked now standing beside me at the window.
"Nothing."
She shrugged and stepped closer to me, following my gaze.
"You have a really nice house." She spoke after a few moments of silence. "A really cool yard too. I like how it's hidden almost."
I looked at her. Her eyes were scanning across the front. Considering she's come here almost everyday for 2 months, you'd think she'd be less dorky about it.
"You walk through the yard everyday to get here. Don't be weird like you've never seen it before."
She faked a look of shock. "Oh hush San, I'm just saying. I know I've never told you so I'm telling you now."
"Mhm." I answered.
She tightened her robe and then turned to leave the room, but not before pushing me.
I didn't pay her any mind and I relished in the newfound absence. I needed to think.
There were too many thoughts in my head, conflicting thoughts, and it was driving me mad.
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You were sitting on the veranda out back when Sanemi finally came to you.
"Your clothes are ready." His voice, deep and demanding, called.
You stood and followed him back inside. When he gestured to a pile of folded clothes you pursed your lips in confusion.
"What's all of that?" You asked.
Sanemi grumbled something under his breath. You only stared at him, waiting expectantly.
"It's yours. I....I'm sorry about your dress. I got more to make it up to you. Because it was a really nice dress. These aren't as nice as what you usually wear but it's the best I could get it in just one day." By now he's almost rubbed the skin on his neck completely off with his nervous movement.
"Sanemi..." you started, surprised. "I....thank you." You settled for the shortest answer. Coming from Sanemi this was a big deal. Not to mention the quality of the fabrics were clearly top tier.
"She um...tried to fix the one I tore but she said it would take her more time."
"Thank you." You repeated with a nod, letting your hand graze down the folded pile gently. "I guess I'll get dressed."
You grabbed the one on top, it was a deep red, and went into his bathroom. After getting it on, you were surprised at how well it fit you. It was very comfortable and although it wasn't your usual style it was pretty.
"What do you think?" You asked Sanemi when you came back to the living room.
He nodded his head quickly, eyes darting all over your figure, taking in the ensemble.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"I do."
He nodded his head in finality. "Okay."
After a few beats of silence you spoke. "I guess that I'll get going. I have a show tonight and have to get ready."
"Alright." Sanemi said from his place beside the couch.
You gathered all of your new clothes and tried your best to ignore the big heavy sinking feeling in your chest.
"I'll um....see you tomorrow?" You said as you walked over to the door.
"Yeah. Tomorrow." he answered.
"Okay. Have a good evening Sanemi." You slid your feet into your shoes and grabbed the door handle.
You're used to Sanemi being quiet, you're used to him not responding to basic courtesy's, but for some reason the silence this time was leaving a dull ache in your heart.
At this realization, you were quick to get away from there.
This is bad you thought, as you hurried out and down the walk way to the outer gate.
You were so attached. Too attached.
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Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw Sanemi in the crowd during your performance. You knew you were feeling his stormy presence but when your eyes landed on him you almost lost your breath and was just slightly off key on your note. Of course no one noticed but the boys.
You winked at Brass's questioning expression in an effort to let him know you were fine. You continued your performance without anymore mess ups.
It was to your surprise that when the crowd dispersed Sanemi was still there. He appeared to be waiting for you.
"We'll pack up, you can go talk to your boo thing." Brass playfully batted his lashes at you from where he knelt at his cases.
"Thanks." You smiled before walking down the stairs at the back of the stage. You felt nervous as you made your way back to the front to meet him. You don't see him twice in one day often, and if you do, he's usually gone before the performance ends, but now he's waiting for you. What could that mean?
Nevertheless, you smile when you reach him. "Hey."
"Hey." He replied. His hands were in his pockets and he wore loose gray pants and a loosely tied matching top.
"Did you like the show?" You asked.
"Yeah I did."
You nodded. The question you wanted to ask you thought might upset him so you let it sit on your tongue, contemplating whether you should ask or not.
"Your hair."
"Oh, yeah. I uh straightened it." You smoothed down your freshly styled hair. Patting down the areas that felt poofy from sweating while performing. Normally you would've styled it but you ran out of time to do anything special.
Sanemi's stormy eyes had not met yours yet, instead he's been taking in your appearance slowly. Looking everywhere but your face.
"Hm. Did it take a...long time?"
A question about your day. That was new.
"Yes actually." You smiled.
"Hm. So you made it back in time?"
"I did."
"You have plans for the night?"
Those subtle nerves turned into big butterflies. Filling your belly so much it was almost uncomfortable.
"I don't." You paused. You wanted to ask why. Tease him and ask if he was trying to take you on a date, but your newfound nerves would not let you.
"Good."
Your heartbeat was erratic at this point. It only worsened as he finally met your gaze.
"Why?"
Sanemi gave an exasperated look. "You know the answer. Now come on." He responded walking the direction to your home. Once you got there he quietly follows you to your room.
"Grab some clothes." He told you as he stood in the doorway.
You didn't ask him to specify, you simply grabbed something you would wear on a typical day. After putting all your things in your bag you turned to look at him.
He nodded once and then turned to leave the room. Strolling downstairs like he owned the place. When you walked out you ran into the guys.
"What's going on here, you two having a sleepover?" Frank asked, a smile on his face.
"Yep." Sanemi replied not faltering at all in his stride.
The shock on their faces was clear. You felt it too. You've never spent the night with him and he also usually ignores remarks like that; the kind that suggest there is anything more between you two besides sex.
"Well have fun you two. See you later." Frank answered.
You waved at him giddily while Muddy shook his head playfully. "Wrap it up." He said.
Rolling your eyes at him you waved him off.
Of course Sanemi paid no attention to any of you as he lead the way.
You walked in silence not wanting to irritate Sanemi, eyes taking in the familiar route around you.
When you made it back to his house, you stood quietly in the entryway as he locked the door and slid his shoes off. He took your small bag out of your hands and then walked into his bedroom. You still stood in the entryway wondering if you were supposed to follow him or not. There was nothing left to wonder as he came back out and walked over to one of the couches in the living room; propping his feet up on the coffee table.
Before he could say anything you joined him, however sitting on the couch opposite him.
Sanemi crossed his arms behind his head and stared at you.
"So? What do you usually do when you invite women over?"
"I don't."
"Oh so this is new?"
"Obviously."
You cracked a smile. "Why?"
Sanemi rolled his eyes. “You ask a lot of questions."
"Not enough really."
"Hah, humor me."
"How old are you Mr. Sanemi?"
Despite your playful nature, Sanemi's eyes opened wide and he dropped his hands from his head.
"21....you?"
You told him and watched as he sat back, returning to his relaxed posture.
"Okay." He answered. "What else do you want to know?"
"Anything you want to share."
Sanemi only stared at you. Unsure of what he wanted to tell you. What could he tell you? None of it matters really.
"Actually, you don't have to say anything. I'm sorry." You spoke up with thoughts of your own life filling your mind. Your experiences are certainly things you wouldn't want to share, so it was probably for the best not to pry with him.
With narrowed eyes Sanemi leaned forward. "Why?"
"Just....doesn't really matter right now. You'll tell me when you're ready. Right?"
He nodded in acknowledgement.
"Good." You smiled. "Now. I must say I'm very excited for this sleepover. Is there anything in particular you want to do?"
His shoulders raised and then dropped just as quickly. "I don't know."
"Do you want to sit out in the garden with me?" A small smile on your lips as he pondered your question.
"Sure." He answered eventually, prompting you to stand.
You walked to the back door and waited for Sanemi to join you. You'd forgotten that he said not to go out without slippers until he dropped a pair at your feet.
"Thanks!" You beamed after sliding them on and opening the door.
Sanemi followed behind you as you walked to the back of the garden. You gestured for him to take a seat on the bench while you got down on the ground and peered into the path like pond. A smile took over your face as the all black fish came your way.
From where he was seated, he just observed you. Wondering why you were so excited about these damn fish. He could practically hear you smiling.
He let you watch in awe, all entranced, for a long while before his first question came to mind.
"Do you not see fish where you're from?"
It didn't go unnoticed to Sanemi, the way your shoulders tensed up.
"No."
It also didn't go unnoticed that there seemed to be a further explanation on the tip of your tongue. So Sanemi stayed silent. Waiting.
When you did finally speak your voice was monotone. Void of any emotion or humor, so unlike how you usually speak.
"I couldn't go to the lake in town."
"Why?"
"Wasn't safe." You let your finger tips tap gently atop the pond.
"Why?"
Where you're from, no one would ask why. They would know. They would know exactly why.
How do you explain to a foreigner that where you come from you aren't wanted there? Although you were born there, your family before you were purposely brought there, you were despised. Hated. The worst of the worst.
You settled for the easiest answer. "People don't come back home from the lake."
"Demons?" Sanemi asked. His curiosity genuinely piqued.
"You can say that." You laughed humorously.
You didn't know this, but thats when it clicked for Sanemi. Hearing that hard laugh.
The silence that followed wasn't tense. It was sad. But you didn't want to sit in it for too long.
"Did you eat dinner?" You asked him suddenly.
"No. You?"
"Yes. I can make you something if you want."
"Aren't you a guest?"
"I guess, but i don't mind. I'd like to really."
"Do you even know how to cook?"
You turned to look at him, a look of sarcasm on your face.
"Please boy, do you know who I am?"
Eyebrow cocked in amusement. "I guess you'll have to show me, because I don't know."
"Tuh, say less." You replied standing from your spot. "Watch me work." You added before marching into the house, discarding your slippers at the door.
When you reached the kitchen, you wasted no time scavenging his fridge and cabinets. You pulled out many things, most you weren't too familiar with if you're being honest but, you could figure it out as you go.
While you cooked Sanemi watched from the counter he'd leaned against, his eyes intently watching everything you threw together. A lot of the practices you used were quite different from what he was used to. He was intrigued.
"Now.....here. Try this." You said as you scooped the steaming food into a bowl.
"A curry?"
"A gumbo." You corrected. Now it was your turn to watch him carefully.
Sanemi took the bowl carefully into his hands glancing at it curiously.
"Now it may not taste the way I was hoping, you have different spices than I typically use. I'll have to cook for you at my place another time maybe."
Sanemi nodded and then finally tasted what you served him.
His eyes widened briefly and he peered up at you.
"Well?"
Sanemi's heart hammered at the hopeful look in your eye.
Why did you care about pleasing him so much? Who cares what he thinks?
You were going to be the death of him. He knew it.
"It's good." He answered moving to sit at his small table in the living room.
It's going to be a long night. Sanemi thought as he fought not to be affected by the beautiful warm and pleased smile you wore at his response.
It's just one night. I can stay in control of myself for one night. Sanemi said to himself.
Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects
8 Chapters
Chapter 3
Chapter Includes ⚠️: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Explicit language, Vulgar language, manhandling, (degradation could be triggering for some readers,) Mature Language
You stood outside the large two story home shuffling your foot back and forth over the tiny pebbles making up the pathway from the gate.
You had knocked already but received no answer. With how big the house was, you weren't sure how long it would take for him to make it to the door.
The surprise you felt when you heard the gate open was nothing compared to the shock to your bones seeing how disheveled and bloody Sanemi was.
"Hey." He gruffed out to you as if it was just a normal morning.
You watched slack jawed as he passed you and opened the door to his house. He only stopped when he made it halfway to the middle of the hallway.
"Uh...you comin?" His stormy eyes landed on yours.
"Y-yeah. Sorry." You answered finally following him, making sure to close the front door behind you.
Silently he led you into a room with a very large and plush futon in the middle of the floor. "Have a seat, I'll be back." He spoke casually as he strode into the bathroom.
You were still shocked. He had a new cut going across his chest, it was thin, but he also had blood coming from his left ear and his clothes were tattered also. You could've overlooked something else too.
Was he even okay? You thought to yourself as you stood still in the middle of the room.
"You're still standing." He said matter of factly when he appeared in the doorway, naked and no longer bleeding.
You should probably feel some sort of shame from how quickly your mood shifted.
He was so breathtakingly hot.
Sanemi smirked at you knowingly. "That's more like it. Come here." He motioned for you.
Never one to hesitate, you closed the distance between you two. "What are you wearing today for me?"
Cute you thought to yourself. He thinks you wear lingerie for him. He's not completely wrong.
"Mm...I guess you'll find out when you take my clothes off."
"Oh?" This was almost a grunt. He gathered your dress in his hands, bunching it up around your hips before pulling it over you.
He didn't say anything but his eyes said enough. Your body temperature increased tenfold from the way his eyes devoured you.
"Like it?" You asked quietly.
You were wearing just a black lace teddy. It was quite tight honestly, but you figured since you would have to take it off anyway it wouldn't hurt to wear it for the short amount of time it took to get there.
"Yeah." Sanemi grunted as he dropped your dress on the floor and pulled you flush against him.
The way your eyes searched his face with an excited glimmer made his stomach flip. Causing him to frown. Why were you making him feel all these new things?
He let his hands roam to your ass before squeezing lightly. Your outfit obviously not covering your cheeks, making him that much more eager to turn you around.
"You're something else." He spoke, almost mumbling to himself.
"Why?" You smiled.
"You might as well not have worn anything under your dress. Your ass is out."
Your smile widened. "I'll keep that in mind for next time." You answered, leaning into him more.
A small smirk graced his lips. He turned you around suddenly, his lips now beside your ear and his hands clutching your hips.
"You're a fucking minx." He said, his tone low and oozing sex appeal.
"Yeah?" You asked laughing lightly although it was breathy due to the effect he was having on you.
"Mhm." He said taking a step forward, forcing you to move with him.
He walked you over to the bed, hands groping your breasts as he lead you there. "I'm gonna rip this." He warned before you felt him tug the fabric apart. Surprisingly it didn't hurt you at all.
"That costs a lot of money." You giggled.
"I'll repay you for it." He said before pushing you forward signaling for you to get down on the bed.
You obeyed silently, getting onto your hands and knees.
Sanemi was right behind you, adjusting himself at your entrance. You were pleased that he wasted no time with foreplay as he pushed into you.
"Fucking perfect." Sanemi said lowly as he bottomed out inside of you.
You, spurred on by the compliment arched further into the mattress, now using your elbows to prop yourself up. When you felt him pull back you pushed back into him, not giving him a chance to pull out.
He let out a noise between a growl and a hiss, slapping both of his large hands on the sides of your hips.
"Stay still."
"Why?" You teased bouncing back on him.
You're trouble. Sanemi thought to himself. But outwardly he lightly slapped your ass.
When he felt you bounce back on him again he met you with a thrust of his own, making you cry out with a pornographic moan. Reaching back to grab his wrist.
Sanemi shook his head. Your were definitely a minx. Probably a brat. Beneath all of that bravado and confidence, you want to be roughed up.
He could do that. He wanted to do that. You could handle it. You liked it. He really could let go with you.
And that's exactly what he did. Ramming into you and you met him thrust for thrust. For a moment he faltered thinking he had to be hurting you, but you never slowed or pulled away.
Much like last night, you went until you couldn't anymore. Your arms were sore and weak, thighs trembling. Sanemi was flushed. When he finally pulled out you let your body fall to the bed, unable to hold yourself anymore.
Sanemi collapsed beside you, doing much better at catching his breath than you were.
"Sorry." You said breathlessly "I'll get up in a minute."
"Alright."
After maybe 5 minutes you moved to push yourself off the bed.
"You good?"
"Yeah." You replied with a nod and a smile. "I'm using your bathroom." You added before walking inside.
He didn't respond, just covered his face with his arm as he relaxed.
You couldn't stop yourself from looking around his bathroom. He had an amazing view. There was floor to ceiling sliding doors with a view of a small hot spring and garden. It was completely private with a tall gate closing out anything else. You noted that because the large sinking tub was in front of the doors. You would kill for a bathroom this relaxing.
You cleaned yourself off and left the bathroom to grab your dress.
"I'll be going now." You said as you slipped it over your head, letting it fall down your body on its own.
Sanemi moved his arm slightly just so he could look at you. "Come back tomorrow."
It wasn't a question. But it wasn't exactly a command either.
"Same time?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. See you tomorrow."
"Uh huh."
Without any hesitation you turned to leave. Although you wanted to get to know him better, you respected the no strings request he had. You wouldn't make him uncomfortable.
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That was how your intense sexual routine with Sanemi began. Every morning you met him at his house, or sometimes he came to yours. Two months of mind blowing and passionate sex had only made you crave him more. No matter how tired, or how sore you were you always met. When on your period you would just let him use your mouth. You've never been one to shy away from sex but if you weren't getting anything in return you usually had no interest.
Not with Sanemi though. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted him to use you. You loved the way he responded to you. You loved being the one who brought him pleasure. You loved being the best he ever had. It was a title you accepted gladly, and fought hard to keep.
You'd like to think you've gotten to know him better. Despite him not usually talking much, you think you know a lot about him. You could guess at least.
He had a rough upbringing. That one was obvious, if his scars were any indication. You think he has a brother. He's rough on the outside but so soft inside. He has a little insect he takes care of. It's quite peculiar but because it's Sanemi, you find it cute. He works hard to stay fit. Sometimes it amazes you just how beautifully chiseled he is. He's cocky. With good reason probably. He's also kind of mean. Obviously when you first met him you learned that though.
The most important thing you learned about him, was that he was broken. Deep inside he was holding himself together. His tough exterior and sometimes jarring attitude were barriers to keep people out and to keep his true feelings in. Safe.
You know this because you've been there. So you saw the signs. Over time it made you yearn to talk to him. Which is now why you have begun to hesitate to leave. You've invited him to stay over to sleep instead of leaving when you were done. He never stayed. You've begun to linger at his house when you finished only leaving when he gave you that knowing look. The one that said, "don't even think about it." Or "no strings woman." The whole two months he never slipped up and kissed you again. You would sometimes position yourself in such a way that made it easy but he knew what you were up to. He'd turn his head, bury his face in your neck, turn your head away from his, or sometimes he's even bit your jaw. There was no way you could lure him into kissing you and man did you want it so badly. Honestly you crave it.
So you would get home and feel incomplete. You would miss him.
It was unlike you, but you couldn't say that you minded. Sanemi was alluring honestly. He made you feel all types of new things.
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Today was a particularly rough day for Sanemi and you only knew because of the way he was handling you. You had gotten to his house after him and as soon as you knocked on the door he pulled you inside. He practically slammed you into the wall beside the front door before he ripped your dress apart. The sound of tearing fabric echoing through the room.
"Sa-"
You were cut off by a rough nip on your neck as he grabbed your chin in his hand, tilting your head up so he had full access to your neck.
It was more pain than pleasure as he bit and licked roughly on your neck, pressing his body into yours. You brought your hands up to his waist, in a way to gain some stability but hoping to try and ease him a bit.
A grunt left his mouth as he released his hold on you, moving his rough love bites down to your chest.
You moved your hands to his hair, hoping you could coax him into being more gentle with you. Tugging lightly to pull him back, he obliged.
A frown on his face and lips swollen from his attack.
"What?" He grumbled.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm perfect."
You held each other's gaze for only one second before he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder before walking to his bedroom. As he rushed you to his room your mind was just reeling. He tore your underwear off of you quickly not even faltering in his step.
He was definitely upset about something. As much as you wanted to know what was wrong and you preferred for him to be calmer you were just going to shutup and let him be as rough as he needed to be. You could do that for him.
To your surprise he threw you down on the bed and immediately went for your core.
Your breath was stolen, you had the wind knocked out of you coupled with his ministrations of slurping and flicking.
It would be a lie to say it wasn't slightly uncomfortable. He was still being quite wild. You closed your eyes and focused on the bit of pleasure that was there. You could handle a little discomfort.
It took longer than usual for your orgasm to happen but that's to be expected in this situation. Sanemi wasted no time turning you over and pulling you up to your knees. You were hardly stable when he pushed inside of you. Of course that too was more painful than you've ever felt with him.
He began thrusting into you like a mad man. The sound of skin slapping filling your ears. You couldn't keep up with him this time.
"Let me fucking hear you." Sanemi all but growled from behind you.
Of course that's all it took for a wanton moan to leave your mouth. His voice truly was your weakness. He could insult you and you'd probably like it.
"That's right. Don't fucking hold back from me." He replied with a hard smack to your ass.
His voice coupled with the pain made you cry out once again.
"Hm." Sanemi grunted. "All this fucking ass...and you're that sensitive?" He let his fingertips graze the newly raised bumps and welts from his strike.
You responded with a small whimper. The gentle touch both soothing and provoking the pain.
Sanemi pulled and prodded on your ass, lifting your cheeks to watch himself disappear inside of you.
"You're so fucking messy. Look at you, creaming all over me."
Holy fuck. You thought. His voice was so sensual.
A small dark chuckle came from him. "You love being praised. You always clench around me when I tell you how perfect your cunt is."
It's true. You felt yourself grow wetter at the compliment too.
"Look at you milking me for all I got." He groaned.
When he grabbed your neck you were both surprised and turned on. However it was short lived when he pushed you down into the mattress roughly. As feral as Sanemi was he never gripped you this tightly, he never handled you too roughly. He usually grabbed you passionately. This was not. This was....domineering.
"Fucking whore." He mumbled before slapping your ass once again. He picked up the pace of his thrust, the angle of you being all the way down allowing him to perfectly hit your sweet spot.
You felt tears prickle your eyes. You had to quickly remind yourself that he was upset. That he was looking for a way to release that negative energy he had inside. He wasn't insulting you. He wasn't being mean to you. His anger was not meant for you.
His grip on your neck was almost distracting enough to completely numb out the pleasure he gave you. You handled it well you think, the minute of his strong grip on you. It was nothing however compared to the way he pulled you up to him, pausing his thrust deep inside you.
"Why can't I hear you?" He asked, his lips grazing your ear, his voice low and dangerously taunting.
"I-"
He stuffed his fingers in your mouth, almost making you gag.
"Suck." He commanded.
And although you were taken by surprise you followed his command. The titillating groan he let out making you shiver, as chills ran down your spine.
He pulled his fingers from your mouth and brought them down to your clit and began rubbing fierce circles. The moan you let out surprising even you.
"Keep making those sounds for me slut. You better not stop." He thrusted into you pointedly when he said 'better'.
You felt heat grow in your chest as embarrassment soared through you as you actually moaned for him. You couldn't help it. He was expertly bringing you to your peak with his timing.
All you could hear were your gasps and the sound of your slick.
You were sure after all of his repeated ministrations you were about to cum but then he stopped. You were so so close you grabbed his wrist.
"Please." You whined, starting to roll your hips chasing some friction. The hand that was on the back of your neck slid to the front.
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop."
He only laughed breathlessly before playing with your clit as he began to fuck you again.
"Don't stop? Then you better be able to take it." He added right before he slipped his finger further down.
You blanched as you felt his finger tip trying to push into your hole.
He felt you tense up and squeezed his hand around your throat a little harder.
"Uh uh, I said take it." He responded as he continued pushing his finger into you alongside his dick. You were struggling to relax your body. Truth is it stung and hurt like hell.
"All the fucking dick you take and you can't handle a couple of added fingers? What kind of whore are you?"
You took a deep breath and tried to relax into him. You tried to lay your head back onto his shoulder and breathe through the stretch but it was short lived as this angry Sanemi shoved his other fingertip in beside the one, making you scream out quietly.
"Come on bitch, open up." He growled.
If it had not been for the slight tremor of his voice everytime he spoke, you might not have thought he was enjoying the sex. His tone almost completely disguising his pleasure and enjoyment. That's what you held on to though. That you were helping him feel good.
You took a deep breath, trying again to relax but with every centimeter he advanced that burning pain grew.
"Fuck this." Sanemi muttered before just shoving them in. You could feel the way he wrapped his two fingers around the side of his penis.
"Mm, fuck." He groaned. Your cry was stuck in your throat. You couldn't even make a sound between how tightly he choked you and how dry your throat had become.
If it didn't hurt so badly you would probably be so turned on by the fact that he's actually holding on to himself inside of you. It's so carnal.
"Look at you dripping down my wrist." He moaned before his tight grip on your throat released. His grip now being placed in your hair. His strong fingers gripping despite the pins you obviously had in your hair, some of them falling out and some of them now poking into your scalp. He didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care. You hissed in pain as he pushed your head forward, angling you to look down.
Through the squinting and wincing you could see his wrist glistening.
"See that?" He mused.
"Mhm." You replied again blinking back tears that were now threatening your vision. You still had not gotten used to the stretch, and now the pain radiating in your head? It was making your head spin and you were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
By some miracle Sanemi pulled his fingers out. The burning didn't go away completely but it had gotten better.
When he stuck his fingers in your mouth you gagged, not expecting it.
"You've never done that before." He said.
You ignored the comment, obviously, and composed yourself, licking and sucking his fingers clean. There was a coppery taste. You didn't see any blood but you were certainly tasting it.
He took his fingers from your mouth and pulled out of you at the same time. It was a relief honestly. However, that tight grip he had in your hair didn't loosen at all, in fact it did the opposite.
"Put that pretty little mouth to good use." He said as he pushed, yanked, and maneuvered you until you were facing him. He pushed you down until your mouth met his penis. You were in the most uncomfortable position, on your hands and knees with your movement restricted thanks to his hold on you. You didn't have much leverage but you did your best.
It obviously wasn't good enough because Sanemi got impatient and began fucking your mouth. For only 10 seconds were you able to keep up with him then he completely began to go crazy.
You were gagging with every thrust. He was moving almost frantically the way he fucked your throat and the way he held you tightly in place with both his hands grabbing your hair.
For the next 60 seconds you were choking on his dick and it appeared that he loved it. His movements didn't even falter the closer he got to his release. The only sign he was done was his hot cum spurting down your throat.
"That's it. Drink up like the good whore you are." He mumbled with his head thrown back. His breathing erratic still.
You've been called much worse. You've been handled much more brutally. This was nothing. Or atleast that's what you told yourself. But yet and still, you found yourself holding back tears.
He yanked your head back roughly. "Show me."
With your head bent towards him you opened your mouth, showing him your tongue.
"Good girl." He almost cooed. But it was dark. It wasn't comforting, it was almost malicious and demeaning.
Abruptly, he let you go and pushed you back down on the bed. "Now open the fuck back up for me. I'm not done."
Surprised, but determined not to show it, you obeyed. Laying back and spreading your legs for him, he wasted no time plunging right into you. It felt like he hadn't even had a orgasm less than 30 seconds ago, he was rock hard.
You could feel just how sore you would be tomorrow. His sculpted hips crashed into you, rocking you back roughly. Once he noticed he had to keep moving forward to stay buried deep inside he grabbed your legs, his strong fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he pulled you toward him, making you yelp at how deeply he had just thrust into you.
"Come the fuck here." He mostly mumbled to himself. His brows furrowed in anger and frustration.
You already knew he was mad, but it was beginning to overwhelm you. Over the weeks of you and Sanemi having sex, he was never too rough with you. It was always perfect. Just the right amount of grit and manhandling. This time he was bruising you and hurting you. He's never left a single bruise on you. He's never hurt you.
"Sanemi." You squeaked out, your breath coming out in huffs from the action of his thrusts.
He didn't answer, his eyes remained on where he was disappearing inside of you.
You wanted to ask him to be gentle, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. That anger was still burning brightly behind his beautiful stormy eyes and you wanted him to release it. No matter what it meant for you, you would just endure it. Which meant you had to suffer through the feeling of your organs being pushed into your diaphragm. There was no other way to describe the immensely full and painful feeling you had in your abdomen, timed with his relentless strokes.
You bit your lip to hold back your sounds as your breaths had begun to sound like pained whines.
"You like that?" Sanemi asked misreading your sounds.
That's okay, you simply nodded. A small lie.
"I bet you do, you fucking whore. Can probably take a couple dicks at once." A dry laugh followed. Short and cut off by his breath hitching.
Another mean remark. It was sneered at you. You tried to take it like a champ though.
His hands let go of your legs, finding purchase in your hair once again. He pulled you up, directing you to look at how your "slutty pussy" was swallowing him whole.
After a couple long brutal minutes of him wearing you down he pulled out abruptly, yanking you over so he could cum in your face. His hot load staining your skin messily. You had to squeeze your eyes shut.
When he finished it's like he lost all his energy. "See yourself out." He said as he flopped down on the bed beside you. His head turned away from you.
That was it for you. That's what did it. That's what broke you.
You felt humiliated. Embarrassment strong and overwhelming as it filled your chest.
With shaky and heavy limbs, you stood from the bed and headed to the bathroom.
You quickly shut the door behind you and leaned against it to steady yourself. You wanted to shed so many tears but you willed them away. This should be nothing. Again, you've been through worse. So why couldn't you handle this? Why was this feeling so painful?
You walked to the sink and began washing your face. Your hands shook and trembled the entire time. Once you were free from his mess, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair looked like a rats nest. It was tangled and pulled all kinds of ways. You began to slowly pull the pins that were sticking out every which way, wincing every so often as your scalp was sore in numerous spots thanks to his yanking.
You looked terrible. It looked like you got into a fight with a squirrel and lost. You inhaled slowly, ready to take a deep breath when you hiccuped. Quickly you covered your mouth with your hand.
No, no, no, you thought. You were not going to cry. Not even a little bit.
When you were sure you weren't going to shed any tears you cleaned yourself between your legs. It was only then that you realized that you didn't have anything to wear. He tore your dress, and ripped your underwear. You were left only with the lace corset you had on.
You felt panic rise in your chest before you pushed it down, shaking your head. You could just tie your dress around your hips, and if you walked quickly no one would see through your corset. It was still early, maybe you wouldn't run into a lot of people.
That's what you told yourself.
It was the only way you could step out of the bathroom.
You walked slowly and quietly through the bedroom to the living room. You picked up your dress tatters and tied them together before wrapping the fabric around your hips. It just barely covered your ass and privates but it would have to do. Stepping over to the entry way, you slid you shoes on. When you put your hand on the door handle, Sanemi's strong scarred hand landed on the door, preventing you from opening it.
Neither of you spoke. You remained standing facing the door while he stood behind you.
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Sanemi's POV
My eyes widened when I realized what I did and who I'd done it with.
Quickly I got up from the bed and went out to the living room. I couldn't let her leave.
Seeing her standing at the door with her dress tied around her made me feel majorly stupid. When she went to reach for the door I had to stop her.
She was standing in front of me now as I reached passed her to keep the door shut.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't have the words to speak after all of the words and images of what just happened flashed through my mind.
I was mean to her. I was harsh. I was rough. It was nothing to be that way, came naturally really, but I don't want to do that to her.
Not her.
Never her.
"You can't leave like that."
"I'll be fine." She threw a swift smile over her shoulder.
My eyes widened. If we weren't similar, I might have fell for it. I might have thought she was okay. But I'm not stupid. And I can see right through her. I see that fake look everyday when I look in the mirror.
"No." I answered when I recovered from my initial shock.
Dropping my arm from the door I grabbed her hand. Then I pulled her back into my room, straight into the bathroom.
"Stay put." I said before running the bath. I put my usual soap in. She would just have to smell like me, I didn't have any girly shit for her.
As the water ran I walked over to my cabinet grabbing the fluffiest towel I own before setting it down on the counter.
Finally I turned toward her, facing the damage I've done.
Her hair, her beautiful hair was messed up. Pulled from how nicely she had it laid and swooped and curled or whatever you call it. I reached out to touch it and she flinched.
She flinched.
Because of me.
"Sorry." She said quickly.
"What for?" I asked trying to control my temper.
"I didn't mean to flinch."
I took a deep breath. Then I tried again. Slowly this time.
She didn't flinch but she did wince when I grabbed a tuft of her soft strands.
"That hurt?"
"Yeah." She replied. "My scalp is sore. I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing."
"Sorry."
She doesn't listen.
"Sorry." She replied again at my pointed look I gave her.
"Show me how to take your top off." I told her, ignoring her hair for now.
She turned around, turning her back towards me before she unhooked the bottom of her lacy thing.
"How did you get this on?" I asked her as I continued the way she demonstrated.
"Muddy."
"Muddy? Your roommate?"
"Yes."
I couldn't even stop myself from saying what came out next.
"You two fuckin or something?"
"Of course not."
"Hm." I mumbled, secretly relieved.
"He's the only one who knows how to do it right." She replied with a small smile blossoming on her perfect lips.
I'm sure I could do it better. Perfect even.
But I said nothing. Once I got it unsnapped I let it fall to the floor.
The mark on her back, was burning a hole into my brain. I felt horrible. Seeing that, reminded me of just how fucked up I was with her. She didn't deserve to be spoken to the way I spoke to her. She'd been through too much to have to put up with assholes like me after leaving that hell hole of a country.
I turned away, no longer wanting to think about it, and turned the now full bath tub faucet off.
"Get in." I said turning to look at her.
She didn't say anything as she obeyed. Once she sunk down into the tub I could visibly see her relax as she sighed. Her eyes almost twinkling with happiness.
"I might fall asleep in here." She giggled softly.
"That's perfectly fine." I said.
You could hear the moment she stopped breathing. Looking at me with wide surprised eyes.
"What?"
"You heard me." I told her, careful with my tone however. "Sleep if you want."
She didn't respond she only turned her attention away to her hands beneath the water. "Do you have an extra sponge?" She asked absently.
After the way I was just so rough with her, I wanted to make it up to her. I will make it up to her.
"I do. But just...relax." I told her sitting down beside the tub after grabbing the extra sponge from the counter.
Again, she quieted. And I know why. I'm not stupid. Obviously.
I've never let her sleep here. Not even so much as a quick nap. Hell sometimes when she's all exhausted and drained from the good dick I've given her, I pull her up and walk her to the door myself.
I'm very adamant about us not sleeping together. Was anyway.
Because it doesn't matter anymore. She's already got feelings for me, although I've kept her at arms length and don't tell her shit about me or my life, she still got attached.
Doesn't even phase her it seems like. She still looks at me with those perfect pretty eyes, all adoring and shit. Like she loves to talk to me and is so intrigued to hear whatever I say. She touches me so softly. Caresses my scars, kisses them. She's just slowly warmed herself up to me on her own.
It pissed me off, but I couldn't stop seeing her. She's so good. So perfect. A literal fucking minx who gives so freely and takes so much so easily. It sounds dramatic as fuck so I'll never say it out loud, but she's perfect for me.
That’s why I didn't push her away even though I saw her getting attached.
That's why I feel so shitty inside for what just happened. I spoke to her like she meant nothing to me. And she doesn't deserve that. It's not true anyway.
I looked over her once more. He gorgeous body slightly obscured by the light patter of bubbles. I could see a bruise forming around her neck from where I grabbed her.
She turned her head to look at me at the sound I accidentally let slip out.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah." I lied. I was so disappointed. I wasn't thinking clearly earlier.
"The sponge?" The sound of water falling from her hand back into the tub snapped me out of my reverie.
"I've got it. Just sit back and let me do it. Alright?" I asked. My tone a bit more irritable than I would've liked but I couldn't help it. I was feeling embarrassed too.
Her eyes widened briefly before she nodded her head.
That was all I needed to dip the sponge in the water. I started on her neck. Figuratively washing away the harsh touches by replacing them with gentle ones. As I made my way around her neck an image crashed into me like a freight train.
An audible groan left my lips as more and more disappointment welled inside my chest.
I fucking came all over her beautiful face. Fuck! It was hot but I didn't even ask! The fuck is wrong with me?
Quickly I wet the sponge once more and then gently began wiping her face. It was clear she already cleaned it but I wanted to do this. Needed to do this. Once I figuratively washed away my actions I turned her head to me. Looking over her face.
Fuck.
She was the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on.
I let go of her chin and went back to the task at hand. I could feel her eyes boring into me as I worked on cleaning her body. She was relaxing more and more as time went by, although I noticed the way she flinched when I touched her hips and her thighs. I already knew I held her too tightly there. She remained silent though.
Once I finished I sat the sponge down and locked gazes with her.
"I'm washing your hair." I told her.
Those inviting eyes of hers widened. No surprise there.
"I um...you don't have to."
"I'm going to."
She nodded, giving me a soft smile before she positioned herself deeper into the tub.
I have to be gentle. She already mentioned her scalp was sore thanks to me.
Reaching over her to grab my shampoo jar I took a moment to look at the damage I caused once more. I've never touched her hair, her head even, because she always has her hair styled impeccably. But of course, I fucking ruined it this time. You could see the tangles very clearly.
I sat some shampoo atop her head and then added some water before slowly, carefully, working it into her hair. Her hair was the complete opposite of mine. I don't even know that I'm doing it correctly but I'm trying. As I continued, I watched as her hair curled tighter and somehow shrunk underneath my hands. It was fascinating honestly.
She closed her eyes as I massaged her scalp. Leaving me the opportunity to stare at her openly. She was so naturally beautiful. Every little detail of her face was flawless. Perfect and so distinctly her. She was a masterpiece.
I got so distracted admiring her she opened her eyes, which were noticeably heavy with exhaustion. "Gonna rinse anytime soon it's been atleast 5 minutes?" She asked sarcastically but with a smile.
"Lean back." I cleared my throat. Shamed to be caught checking her out like that.
She listened, pulling herself further into the water and dipping her head. I rinsed all the shampoo away before telling her she could get up.
I met her with the towel, as she stood from the tub. The water cascading down her sinfully statuesque body, just highlighting how absolutely mouthwatering she was.
I helped her dry off before picking her up and setting her down on the counter, so I could dry her feet and hair. She didn't say anything but I could see her surprise. I ignored it.
"Stay here." I told her before walking out of the bathroom and then into my room to change the covers on my futon. It took me all of 5 minutes to get everything fluffed up and perfect for her. When I came back into the bathroom she had styled her hair in a way I hadn't seen her wear before. I made no comment as I walked over to her and picked her up from the counter, carrying her into the room bridal style. She was being surprisingly pliant, saying nothing at all, and holding onto me as I carried her.
Gently, I laid her down on the newly fluffed comforter and pillow. "Get some rest." I told her before going into the bathroom. I couldn't truly face her. I didn't want to see her stupid gorgeous face twist up in surprise again.
I busied myself with emptying the tub and cleaning it out to run my own bath water. Staying inside with the door closed the whole time.
When I finally came out, she was snuggled into the bed so comfortably. Lips in a cute pout with the softest little breaths.
Fuck. I'm losing my mind.
I quickly and quietly grabbed some clothes to change into and then grabbed every article of clothing of hers. I had something to do.
It had been 2 weeks since Sanemi left your house. You've gotten crankier, meaner, and hungrier since you last saw him according to Brass.
They were all wondering about who this "mystery man" was who was so good in the sack, you were left a mess of a woman without seeing him. They teased you heavily after discovering you'd only known him for 2 days. This is why you wouldn't tell them that you hadn't even had sex with him yet. They'd never let you live it down.
After your performance tonight, you apologized to one of your suitors, declining a date with him. He insisted on atleast buying you dinner after your amazing show. With the ravings he gave you couldn't bring yourself to tell him no thank you. He just wanted to buy you ramen, or a sweet treat, promising he would leave right after. He just wanted to treat you.
So here you were, walking side by side with a man who was enthusiastically chatting with you. He told you everything about himself you're sure, he hardly took a breather. Once you reached the food stall he purchased the ramen you chose and bid you farewell. He bowed to you many times before actually leaving. He was nice. Truly. You just weren't interested.
After you returned your dish you began the walk home. You were about to pass bathrooms just outside the vendor park when that luscious voice you instantly fell in love with spoke to you.
"Your boyfriend couldn't bother to eat with you?"
Nothing he said was sensual, but your body responded with strong desire spreading low in your gut.
"I don't have a boyfriend." You smiled when you spotted Sanemi leaning against the wall of the building.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." You nodded.
He looked you over, starting from your toes up to your face.
"You got somewhere to be?"
In your bed
"No. You?" You responded, ignoring the urge to say your first thought out loud.
"Mhm." He casually reached over and pulled the door open to the bathroom nearest him.
He didn't need to say anything at all as you walked into the bathroom, heart pounding with anticipation.
Behind you, he locked the door and sat his sword against it.
"What are my rules again?" He asked as he walked into your space slowly. You didn't move, letting him almost bump into you as you held eye contact.
"You don't have any."
He groaned. "You sure?"
"Yes."
He gently walked you backwards with his fingertips pressed against your abdomen. When your back hit the wall he lowered his hand to grab onto the skirt of your dress. Then with both hands he pulled your dress up until it bunched above your hips. He let his thumbs feel for your panties before sucking in a sharp breath.
"You might as well be wearing nothing under here."
"If I knew I was gonna see you, I wouldn't have."
He hooked his thumbs in the sides of your thongs and pulled them down. It surprised you that he lowered himself to the ground to take them all the way off. Your dress had fallen back down to your calves after he removed them, only for him to push it back up as he stood back up. He quickly undid his belt and dropped his pants and underwear. You didn't have much time to admire his girth as both of his hands came around underneath your ass, to lift you up.
You wrapped your legs around him reflexively. Just before he let his member slide through your folds. He took a deep breath as you made contact. He didn't expect you to be this wet.
"Please don't tease me, I'm ready." You practically whispered. You were a wreck already. You've never wanted something or someone this bad before. Your body was begging for him, in more ways than one.
He pushed inside of you, holding his breath at how tightly you were squeezing him as he tried to bottom out. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he filled you up.
He pulled out just to push back in, earning a gasp from you. Now he was buried as deep as he could go.
You couldn't see his face, so you didn't know how hard it was for Sanemi not to cum right then and there. You were growing wetter by the second and your walls would not stop throbbing around him. You were so reactive. Your body was literally trying to pull him deeper.
"Fuck." He whispered when you began to rock against him, desperate for some friction. He heard you, he understood, so he responded by carefully pulling you off of him before slamming you back down on his dick. A squeak left your mouth. He had hit so so deep.
He repeated his movements, sliding you back and forth on his hard member, with nothing but his strength. He made a mess of you as he worked you on his dick. Moving you at a quick pace, his hands gripping tightly onto your plush bottom.
Sounds of you filled the bathroom. His balls clapped against the back of your cheeks as he guided you. You tried to keep your voice down, biting your lip and burying your face in your arms. It was hard not to scream out loud. He was repeatedly hitting that spot, the one that would send you into a spiral.
He was perfect.
He was skilled.
He was amazing.
Fuck, you didn't want it to stop.
But the pressure building up was proof that you would explode. Soon if he kept it up.
However, when he pulled you back down on him, he push himself deeper, and held you against him.
You moaned in his ear accidentally, caught off guard by the sudden change in tempo and the new feeling that accompanied him being so deep inside of you.
The sound was like music to his ears though. He wanted to hear it again. So he pushed you back just to quickly pull you in again, this time sliding you down so your clit caught some more friction against him.
"Sanemi!" You whined in surprise . "Ah-I-"
You had to cut yourself off as you recognized you were directly in his ear. He felt so good though. He was building you up to a mind blowing orgasm.
He repeated his movements, breath coming out in short huffs.
You had no idea how much you were affecting Sanemi. You felt so good around him. He thought your head was the best he ever had, he usually didn't let women even attempt it because it would be god awful, they couldn't handle him and they were bad at trying. But your sex? He couldn't believe how perfect you felt on him. You were unbelievably wet, the perfect type of warm, and so so tight around him.
He was doing his best to hold out although you were making it hard on him. You had to come first. He owed you from last time. There would be strings if he didn't. He couldn't afford "strings." Strings meant distractions and he didn't need any.
This would be the first and last time for you both. It was better that way.
Sanemi pushed you against the wall, this time rutting up into you while holding your hips. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly from this angle, all you could do was moan.
It didn't take long for that built up pressure to snap. You came undone, clutching onto his shoulders tightly before going limp. Your juices overflowed pushing Sanemi over the edge. He pulled out letting his cum shoot out to the floor.
He was quiet save for the long, low, groan he let out.
Carefully, he stepped back from the wall, before moving to the counter, where he sat you down.
You finally let go of him, placing your hands on either side of you as you leaned back to catch your breath.
Sanemi bent down to pull his clothes back on before he grabbed your panties off the floor and put them in his pocket.
You raised your eyebrows at him in question before laughing lightly. "Are those yours now?"
"Yeah." He answered, his voice thick of gruffness. He grabbed napkins going to clean his "waste" off the floor.
"Okay." You smiled.
He stepped just beside you to wash his hands. Afterwards, he handed you a napkin.
"Thanks." You replied.
"Mhm." He said. He stood there watching as you cleaned yourself before slowly hopping down from the counter. When you turned your back to wash your hands you looked at him in the mirror.
His eyes were already on yours.
"Glad we finally got to do that. It was better than I could've ever imagined." You smiled. Although you were being playful, you meant your words.
"Yeah." Sanemi agreed quickly. "It was um....great."
"Yeah. I wouldn't be mad if you wanted to do this all the time." You turned the water off before drying your hands.
"What happened to no strings?" Sanemi questioned when you turned around to face him, making sure your dress was straight.
"There doesn't have to be strings. We can just agree to keep pleasing eachother, whenever the other person needs it."
"Sounds like strings to me."
"How so?"
"Its an attachment."
You thought it over. "Not really. More like a.....an agreement."
"I'll pass. I don't need any distractions."
"Okay Sanemi. I hear you." You smiled sweetly though a piece of you was disappointed.
"Great. So this is goodbye then."
"Mm...see you later Mr. Sanemi." You couldn't help yourself. He was so handsome and rugged.
He shook his head with a scoff.
"Goodbye y/n."
"I hope you have a good night. And you know where to find me if you change your mind." You said to him.
"Don't get your hopes up woman, this was a one time deal."
"Sure Mr. Sanemi." You winked at him before walking past him to the door. "I'll see you around." You threw over your shoulder before leaving the bathroom.
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It had been 2 weeks since you saw eachother and Sanemi was losing his mind. Had to be; because he found himself thinking about you every single night.
That's why he came to see you perform 7 times since then.
He watched the way you moved, the way you kept the crowd immersed. Even the men that played the instruments were great performers. You were thoroughly entertaining and talented. That wasn't it though.
He swears you're a siren.
Just listening to your voice was enough to get his dick hard. Your voice was beautiful and addictive. He could listen and watch you perform everyday and never not be enraptured.
Sanemi also found himself glaring at other men in the crowd when hearing their comments about you.
They'd never have a chance with you. They weren't interesting enough. He was sure of it.
That didn't stop the rage he felt in his chest when he saw that man kiss your hand once though. How dare he put his vile lips on you. He wasn't worthy.
All of the times your eyes connected when you were performing, he saw them light up.
He hated it. It made him feel weak because his heart would skip a beat everytime you sent a smile or wink his way.
How the fuck did you do that?
As for you, you've touched yourself every night to the thought of Sanemi.
There was just something about him that was addictive.
You'd seen him out in the crowd during some of your performances and it made you so happy. However, by the time you were done, he wasn't there. You had no doubt he was leaving earlier on purpose. You were a distraction after all. And he did say no strings.
It kinda made you sad but it also gave you something to look forward too. You would dress to the nines, hoping he'd come to see you. You never slacked on performing or giving a show but you made sure to add a little extra for him whenever you noticed him.
You'd told the boys about him, and Frank swore he knew it was him before you told him. Something about the way he looked at you that gave it away. He was teased for this by Brass and Muddy. You didn't tease Frank though, he was the hopeless romantic in the group. You didn't think he was wrong either. Although Sanemi made it clear you were done with each other after sex, watching musical performances didn't strike you as something he would do on his own. Maybe he couldn't stop thinking about you too.
Tonight you and the guys had coordinated your outfits. Wearing all red. When Muddy came down with his shirt unbuttoned you thought of Sanemi. Everything made you think of Sanemi. You wanted to know him. Everything there was about him. What were his hobbies? What were his talents? Besides the obvious....
"You're daydreaming about your lover boy again aren't you?" Muddy asked waving his hand in front of your face.
"No." You lied.
"Right." He laughed. "You think he'll be there tonight?"
You shrugged right when Brass answered out loud. "Yep. Its been 2 days since he was last there, he'll definitely show tonight."
"And how do you know?" Muddy asked playfully.
"He never goes more than 2 days!"
"Damn it's her man or yours?" Muddy laughed.
You and Frank laughed with him, making Brass smack his lips.
"Chill out man. I'm just saying." Brass smiled. "I'd never take her man anyway. What type of whore do you think I am?"
This made you laugh harder. Brass was so funny. He wasn't into men but jokes didn't bother him. He was comfortable enough in himself.
"You right, my bad brotha. Ain't none of us those types of whores."
"Yep we're respectful." Frank nodded.
"Let's try and meet him this time. Y/n don't let him leave." Muddy said grabbing his guitar.
"I'll try but he's always gone before we even finish."
"Try harder." Frank joked.
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At the start of your performance you were a little distracted honestly. You were thinking about if he would actually show tonight and if he did how could you get him to stay.
Mid performance you stopped worrying. You were on your more upbeat songs so you were dancing, prancing, and maneuvering around the stage. Muddy often singing with you so you would dance around him.
The crowd loved it. Muddy was a favorite with the women so the cheers increased tenfold when you two were together that way. If you could perform indoors and had a piano you knew your shows would be even better. Back home people loved when you and Muddy switched roles; when he would sing lead and you would play the keys. But for now this would have to do.
With your arm wrapped around his shoulder and the other holding the microphone you sang together. Both working the crowd. That's when you finally felt your favorite stormy eyes.
Yes that's right.
You felt his gaze before you saw him.
When your eyes finally met his you smiled. His expression was neutral as usual but his eyes were blazing.
You watched him as much as you could without neglecting other audience members.
The last song of the night was a bit steamy. Brass wrote the lyrics. He was pretty good at writing from your perspective and even better about steamy encounters and lustful feelings.
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Sanemi's POV
Shit
If I adjust my pants anymore it'll be obvious the effect she's got on me. I'll be just like the rest of these losers drooling over her.
Fuck what did she just say? How could she sing something so suggestive so beautifully?
She's a vixen.
Watching the way you slowly swayed your hips to the sound of that brass instrument and the tall string one was so infuriating.
You were a tease. Up there rolling your hips around like I've never seen before. How do you even do that so effortlessly?
You were definitely a tease.
Sanemi was so caught off guard by your performance he was stuck in his spot internally debating whether he should leave a tip or not.
As the crowd started to dissipate as you said your goodbyes, he finally decided he would leave a tip.
He walked closer to the stage, where your tip suitcase was located. He was aware that this would most likely give you an opportunity to speak to him but tonight he didn't mind.
He took out his wallet and dropped half of what he had into the suitcase.
"Hey." You spoke to him from the stage.
One simple word and your voice dripped with so much honey. You were definitely a fucking vixen.
"Hey." Sanemi answered turning to look at you. Your red dress hugged you in all the right places. Your red shoes were sparkly with high heels. Higher than you usually wore them. He noticed you wore stockings of some kind, probably the tall sock ones like when you first met.
Your hair was styled nicely. It was pinned in a beautiful way honestly, some in circles and swoops, almost like a design.
"Thank you." You said gesturing to the suitcase.
"Uh huh." Sanemi replied nonchalantly.
You leaned forward a bit, holding your hands out to him. "Help me down? I'd like to talk to you for a bit."
Sanemi ignored your hands and grabbed your hips, pulling you off of the short stage and placing you down infront of him.
Now you had to look up at him a bit. "Thanks."
"Yeah." He replied.
"How are you doing Mr. Sanemi?"
"I'm fine." Sanemi answered. After a few seconds he asked "how are you?" At the same that you replied "that's good."
Smiling at the clash of words, you told him "I'm great now that you're here."
Sanemi didn't know how to respond to this, so he only nodded.
"What's up my man? I'm Frank." Frank greeted Sanemi from your left side, his hand extended to him. You hadn't noticed that they came down the stage you were so immersed in Sanemi.
Sanemi would rather not have shook his hand but he realizes from the West, that's what you do. You smiled when he shook Franks hand, remembering he didn't shake yours when you first met.
"Sanemi." He answered.
"Muddy." Muddy stuck his hand out right after. Sanemi shook it.
"I'm Brass." Brass smiled his hand extended now.
Sanemi shook it but didn't say anything else.
"It's nice to finally meet you. We've heard, nothing about you." Muddy laughed.
"Great that's how I like it." Sanemi spoke.
Your friends laughed at this. They knew the arrangement you two had.
"I hope we can learn more though man, y/n's head has been in the clouds lately." Frank smiled at him.
"Yeah you really left your mark on her." Muddy added, winking at you playfully with the little innuendo he added.
You rolled your eyes at him in return, though your smile grew.
"Oh." Sanemi replied. He did seem genuinely surprised but he was quick to mask it in his expression.
"Yeah. We'll get out of your hair though. Hopefully we'll see more of you." Brass smiled before throwing a little salute like wave to you before he stepped away.
"See you later y/n. We'll be out late tonight. Don't wait up on us." Frank spoke to you before following behind Brass.
"You two have a nice night." Muddy wiggles his eyebrows at you playfully, again making you roll your eyes. He was acting like Brass tonight.
"You too. Be good out there."
"Always." He said before leaving to catch up to the other two.
"You all live together?" Sanemi asked you.
"Yes."
"Interesting."
"Is it?" Your curiosity peaked and you seemed a lot more excited than what was probably warranted, but it was an opening to get to know him a little better.
"Yeah."
"Why? Do people usually live alone here?"
"No."
"So why is it interesting?"
"People don't usually live with their friends."
"Oh. We're more of a family."
"Okay." Sanemi answered matter of factly.
"Do you live alone?" You asked him.
"Nice try."
"What?" You smiled.
"Are you hungry?" He asked changing the subject.
"Famished." You smirked.
"Then come on." He said turning around to walk away.
"One sec!" You called after him, turning to close the tip suitcase. It was your turn to take it home. "Are you treating me? Is this a date?"
"Yes I'm treating you, no it's not a date." He turned to look over his shoulder at you. "You need to take that home?"
"Yes please." You responded with a smile.
He turned again and began in the direction of your home.
You followed after him with a smile.
"Hey how did you know where I lived?"
"I asked."
"Who?"
"Someone."
"Someone like who?"
"None of your business."
You laughed. "They told you where I live and it's not my business?"
"Yes."
"Okay." You answered. You didn't really care. Everyone in the area probably knew where you lived. You were the only foreigners in the area.
Sanemi turned his head to look at you. You were taking many more steps than he was; the sound of your heels hitting the ground were coming in rapidly.
He didn't say anything as he reached out and took the suitcase from you.
"Thank you." You said.
"Mhm."
You decided you would be quiet until you got home. You didn't want to get on his nerves.
When you made it you took the suitcase back from him and threw it inside and started to close the door.
"You don't need to change your shoes?" He asked.
"No."
"You sure about that?" He asked skeptically.
"Yea."
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You made it to the restaurant not too long after. You sat at the table while Sanemi ordered food. You didn't request anything special opting to tell him you'll eat anything.
He sat your food down in front of you then took his seat across from you.
"So how was your day?" You spoke after a few moments of silence.
"Fine."
"That's good. You working tonight?"
"Yeah." He took a bite of his food.
"What exactly do you do?"
He glanced up at you briefly and continued eating. He didn't even bother to respond.
"Is it like top secret?"
He still didn't respond.
"Fine. I won't pry I was just wondering."
"Ok." He answered.
"So....."
Sanemi didn't even bite. He said nothing, just chew, bite, and swallow.
"Did you enjoy the performance?"
Nothing.
"How's your food?"
"Good."
"What's your favorite food?"
Nothing.
"How was your day?"
"You asked me that already."
"So you do hear me asking you questions.
"Yeah."
"Well why are you ignoring me?"
"You don't need answers. You don't need to know trivial things."
You sat quietly pondering over his words.
"So you want to pick back up where we left off with no ties whatsoever?"
"Yes."
You were the one to offer no strings attached but now you were finding it difficult to not want to ask him personal questions. You didn't realize regular feelings were off the table too though.
"Okay." You nodded.
"Okay." He echoed.
You both ate your food in silence. While you were anticipating what would come after, you couldn't help but feel disappointed. He's not a man you were strictly interested in fucking. You already wanted more. And that was an unusual feeling.
Now you were wondering what you have gotten yourself into.
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Sanemi watched with ravenous eyes as you removed your clothes. He took in the way the red lace hugged your curves perfectly, highlighting your waist, the way it curled teasingly across your breast, the way you wore those sheer thigh highs to match, the lace hugging the plush of your thighs.
You were absolutely a vixen. No doubt about it.
He was looking forward to seeing what you would be wearing underneath your dress the moment he saw you on stage.
You did not disappoint.
Sanemi doesn't know what came over him but as you stood there, waiting for him to undress he couldn't think of anything else but you.
How soft you looked, how your skin glowed in the light, how your lips were perfectly plumped.
Still fully dressed he closed the distance between you and grabbed your forearms, pulling you flush against him as his lips crashed down on yours.
He took your breath away, literally kissing you so fervently you hardly had a chance to breathe. He was incredibly rough on you but still surprisingly a good kisser. You followed him, although not your style. You were gonna pull your arms away, wanting to touch him but he let you go on his own. His large hands grabbing underneath your butt to lift you. The kiss was broken by your surprise and he carried you quickly to your bed, dropping you on it. In a flash of movement he dropped to his knees and pulled your lingerie to the side, his tongue dipping between your folds.
You were so surprised you gasped. In less than 5 minutes this man had blown your mind and shocked you. He said no kissing; yet he kissed you. Now his tongue was on you, lapping expertly at your clit.
He ate you out like a man starved. He licked and sucked and thrust his tongue in you a way no man ever had. You came in under 2 minutes, but he wasn't done. No. He kept going. The second time he only sucked your clit. The third time he guided you back and forth over his tongue, maneuvering you all on his own.
You couldn't take a fourth time so you brought your hands down to his face, trying to lift him from you.
"Move." He told you pulling away, out of reach of your hands.
"Please come fuck me." You told him. Your voice quiet and broken from how much moaning and crying you've done.
His eyes widened briefly, shocked by how candid you were. How could he deny that request?
He removed his clothes quickly, finally allowing you a chance to breathe. You were thankful. Taking in a deep steady breath. The break was short lived though because his penis was pushing through your tight hole in what felt like seconds.
A deep and low grunt came from Sanemi as he carefully worked himself in. Despite how many times you came you were tight, walls clenching so tightly they made it difficult to get deeper. When he finally bottomed out you shuddered, and it made Sanemi feel absolutely feral. Trembling beneath him that way.
It was a boost to his ego.
He wanted to see you crying beneath him; the trembles to keep coming. He absolutely wanted to wreck you. Teasing him the way you've been these last two weeks. Rocking your hips, batting your lashes, dressing so nicely, singing in that beautiful voice of yours, you were a fucking siren he thought.
Sanemi's dick was so deep and so big it felt like he never stopped touching your cervix, even when he pulled back. You felt so full. Just constant pleasure as you felt your juices squelching out of you, around his shaft.
His hands gripped your ass, lifting you up to him, allowing him a better angle to hit that sweet spot inside of you.
"San-ne-ne-" you cried in immense pleasure. You've never felt so full before. Every passing second, every thrust, added to the crescendo of arousal building in your belly.
"Huh? Can't hear you." His hand smacking against your right butt cheek.
A breathless laugh and gasp left your mouth. Of course he was taunting you. Suits him perfectly.
"If you can't-fuck-call my name right....don't speak...at all." He grunted. Emphasizing his last word with a rough thrust.
"Mm." Was all you could get out. You wanted so badly to say something back, but you might've met your match with him. He took your breath and voice away.
He quickened his pace, roughly grabbing onto your breast with his right hand. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, the expression alone making you moan out. He was so handsome.
The heavy glide of his dick between your squishy walls was rocking you into a state of bliss you've never been in. Abruptly, he yanked your lingerie down. Your breast now exposed.
"Wanna fuckin' see you." He said, his deep voice dripping so much desperation.
"T-take i-it off." Your voice choppy from the hard thrusts.
"Yeah?" He grunted.
"Uh huh." You responded breathlessly.
The sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room now as he tore your lacy number apart without missing a single beat.
"Shit." Sanemi practically hissed as he looked down at your exposed body beneath him. You were so beautiful, your skin glistening in the light and flawless, almost free of any imperfections.
He brought both of his hands up to close around your perfectly sized breasts this time. Kneading them as he fucked into you.
You couldn't help but to put your hands over his own, holding onto him as he held onto you.
You watched with heavy eyelids as he disappeared inside you. The sight only adding to your euphoria.
"I'm s-so close." You whined
"Mm." Was his reply.
It only took less than 10 thrusts for you to cum undone all over him, your legs trembling and dying to shut. Sanemi wouldn't let you, he pushed your legs apart and thrusted harder. You were seeing stars now, you swear you could feel him in your gut. "W-w-wait." You cried.
"No." He grunted before placing his hands on either side of you. Lowering himself down on top of you.
He wanted to feel you against him. He buried his face inside your neck, but not before letting out the most seductive moan you ever heard in your life. It was purely accidental. He didn't mean to really, but you were soaked and so so warm.
Your walls clenched even more rapidly after hearing him. When he suddenly pulled out you felt disappointed but not for long as he released on your lower abdomen.
His eyes were lowered, watching the mess he was making on you. You were watching his face, wanting to see his stormy eyes.
Of course he felt you looking at him, but it's why he kept his eyes averted. That was quick. It was embarrassing for him.
"Hey." You said.
"W-" he cleared his throat quickly upon hearing how hoarse it came out. "What?"
"You said no kissing..."
This made his eyes flicker to yours. A mixture of surprise and anger flashing brightly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
You smiled at him, but said nothing else about it. "How much more time do you have?"
This time his eyes narrowed and he gave a smug smile. "Why?"
You smacked your lips playfully with a small eye roll.
"You know why."
"Weren't you just begging me to wait a second?"
Another eye roll.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You copied.
"Right." He answered sarcastically. "I have time."
You smiled brightly at him. "Perfect." You said sitting up to pull the tattered fabric of your lace Teddy down. Sanemi moved back, stepping from the bed to remove all of his clothes too. You watched with hungry eyes as he exposed his mouthwatering body to you.
"You're drooling."
You snickered. Couldn't even help it. "Can you blame me?" You asked.
"I guess not."
Once you got your lingerie down to your waist you laid back, lifting your hips up to slide it off completely.
"Well aren't you graceful?"
"Oh whatever, come here."
He quirked an eyebrow at you. "I don't think so. It's your turn woman.
He reached forward, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed.
"Oh I'd be delighted Mr. Sanemi." You flirted with him as you stood up, moving to the side so he could sit down. "You lay all the way back for me."
Naturally, a surprised expression painted his features. No one's ever said that to him.
He followed your directions though, and when you straddled his hips he fought to keep his expression neutral. He was rock hard, you didn't have to guide him to your entrance you only needed to sit on it.
You took your time, moving slowly as you lowered yourself onto him.
A low hiss came from Sanemi, his eyes closed in concentration as your warmth encased him once more. He couldn't fathom how wet you could get. Once he was fully in, his tip poking at your cervix you let your hands roam up his torso. You've been wanting to touch him so badly and now that you were you felt so satisfied. He was warm, and despite his scars his skin was so smooth.
You rolled your hips forward, making Sanemi gasp, the sound of you echoing through the room. You bit your lip to keep back a moan. He was so thick inside you, the smallest movement or twitch sent you immense pleasure.
You began to bounce on him, the sound of skin meeting filling the room.
Sanemi was trying to keep it together, he already came quickly once he couldn't do it again. But you were milking him for everything he was worth. You were riding him like a pro. His size didn't seem to be bothering you and it had Sanemi in awe. Not to be full of himself but other women complained when on top, they usually just sat there, squirming, crying, hardly moving telling him it was too big. That's why he hated having sex. Of course he wanted it, but he hated that he couldn't let go, the others couldn't handle him.
But you. You were perfect.
Sanemi groaned as your movements took him to new heights. He reached out to hold your hips, surprised that you pushed his hands away. He was about to comment but quickly closed his mouth as a moan attempted to come out.
You smirked. You caught that, and it made you feel good inside to know you were pleasing him so. You did want to tease him though. He wouldn't slow down when you asked him to so now you were going to take your time with him, making sure he couldn't touch you either.
You were ignoring the pleasure you felt, staying quiet on purpose. Sliding your hands back down his torso, you rested them on either side of his waist before changing your movements, now rocking against him.
A muffled grunt came from Sanemi, he was trying to hold it in.
"You can let go Mr. Sanemi." You told him. You sounded more breathless than you wanted.
The teasing sound of your voice did not go unnoticed by Sanemi. He both loved and hated it.
He brought his hands up to rest on your thighs, and this time you let him. He felt relief. He needed to grab onto something. The rough way he gripped your thighs increased your pleasure.
You just wanted him to touch you all over.
A moan accidentally left your mouth and it seemed to shift the mood in the air.
For Sanemi it signaled that you were just as affected as he was. You were craving his touch too.
And you know what? He wanted to give it to you. You deserved it.
He slid his hands up your thighs to your hips. Gripping you tightly he helped you slide back and forth on him. He enjoyed feeling the way you rolled your hips on him. It was so attractive.
Fuck, how did you move that way?
He moved one of his hands to your butt, pulling you impossibly closer.
The moan you let out was pornographic. Beautiful.
"Fuck." Sanemi muttered. Why were you affecting him so much. Everything you did added to his bliss.
He squeezed your ass, which prompted you to whimper.
"Shit, you like that huh?" Sanemi said, his voice low and breathy.
He didn't wait for your response before moving his other hand to your ass too. He squeezed again, roughly.
This time you were able to stay quiet but Sanemi was watching your face. He saw the way your mouth opened. The way your eyes fluttered closed.
"Come here." He said.
You basically melted into him. It was that voice of his. So smooth and so deep.
He continued to guide you. A firm grip on your ass as you buried your face in his neck.
"You like that huh? Need my hands on you?"
You could only nod. The added sensation of him pulling, grabbing, and jiggling your soft flesh was overwhelming.
He chuckled, low and deep.
"I got you." He mumbled as he pulled you down, holding back a groan.
The only sounds in the room were your squelching, soft pants and moans.
Your euphoria reached a new peak when Sanemi, with little effort, lifted you then slammed you back down on him.
"Ah!" You moaned out in surprise. As much as your legs had begun to tremble, you weren't one to back down. Here Sanemi was showing you what he wanted from you, so you were going to give it to him. You didn't need his help, but you also wouldn't protest against it.
When he felt you begin to bounce on him, with the sound of your skin meeting filling the room, he groaned.
His grip on you loosened just slightly as he felt you take back control.
"Fuck." Sanemi said.
Smiling to your self you picked up the pace a bit.
Now you both were fighting to outlast the other, struggling to keep your voices quiet. One harsh smack to your ass broke that for you. He did it again just to hear that melodic note one more time, but he got much more than he was looking for with the way you moaned his name.
You were trouble. Sanemi was sure of it, because he never wants you to stop saying his name that way. He wanted to hear it over and over again, everyday, every chance he got. And he was compelled to swallow those sweet sounds that were just for him. So he kissed you. Muffling your moans, breaking your whines of his name with the rough nips of his lips and tongue.
It was passionate the way you both came together. His grip returning to your ass, your breathing melding together. You'd think you were long time lovers how comfortable you were being this way with him.
You let your weight collapse down on him as you caught your breath, no longer able to hold your own weight on your arms.
Sanemi's grip softened before he let his hands rest softly atop your behind. All that could be heard were you two catching your breath.
"Thank you." You spoke after quite some time.
"What for?"
"For coming back."
"Oh. Don't mention it."
You pushed yourself up and then off of him. Being intimate with him felt good but now that you were done you didn't want to make it awkward.
You bent down picking up your discarded clothes before walking into your bathroom. There you cleaned yourself up after throwing your clothes into your hamper. Putting your robe on, you expected Sanemi to join you in the bathroom any minute now.
When you didn't hear any movement you walked to the door peeking out.
You were about to speak but his posture and the concern etched on his face stopped you in your tracks.
He was sitting at the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed and his hand clenching and unclenching. He seemed almost upset.
"Hey, you okay?" You asked him.
When his eyes flickered to yours they appeared to soften but he quickly looked away.
"I'm fine." He answered. A long sigh followed.
"You don't seem fine."
Another sigh. "Come here."
Surprised you walked over to him. You hesitated once standing in front of him, you didn't know whether to sit with him or what.
"Are you safe here?"
"Huh?" You asked almost absently.
"You're safe? No one's giving you shit here right? In Japan I mean?"
"Oh..no..everyone's been...nice. I-I don't really know anyone personally but everyone I interact with have been nice." You said. Your voice faltering in the end because he had started to stare at you so intensely.
"You sure?"
"Y-yes."
"Good. And if anybody does start giving you shit you tell me, alright?"
You nodded.
"Does that mean I'll see more of you?" You added, feeling emboldened at the thought of sleeping with him again.
"Yeah." He answered getting up and dressing himself again.
"Like how soon?"
Sanemi chuckled smugly. "What are you doing tomorrow morning?"
"You I hope."
He groaned, though the little smile on his face didn't waver.
"Yeah, you are. I'll give you my address." He was now fully dressed, walking over to your nightstand. He wrote down his address in your notebook before walking over to the door and pausing to look at you.
"I want you there early. When the sun has fully risen here, then you come over."
Your head tilted on its own accord, curiosity getting to you.
"Why so early?"
"Just be there." He opened the door and stepped out. "I'll let myself out." He added before closing the door behind him.
Now sitting alone in your room all the earlier exhaustion came crashing down on you. You didn't have the energy to go over what just happened, you could only make your way up to your pillows to sleep.
Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects
8 Chapters
Chapter 1
Chapter includes: Smut, Mature Language
6.3k words
You sat perfectly still as you watched your band mates set up their instruments. Laughing and talking as they usually did. You let out a deep sigh.
"What's wrong y/n?" Frank asked you as he cleaned his saxophone.
"Nothing." It's not that something was wrong, you were just bored. You loved singing, you loved doing this every night, but when it was over you were bored. Almost depressingly. You had no other friends, no one to talk to, no one to touch. As much as you loved your friends, all they did after was drink, smoke, or play cards. You were okay with spending time with them but you didn't drink heavy the way they did, the smell of smoke gave you a headache, and cards were getting old. Already you knew the way your night was going to go and you hated it.
Being in Japan was mind blowing, you had huge culture shock at how reserved the society was in general. You all got so many shocked stares and heard plenty hushed whispers when you got here. Whether it was your skin or the way you dressed, you didn't know but it never stopped. It didn't bother you. It wasn't much different from home. In fact, it was much more bearable than it was at home.
"She's just mad." Brass chimed in from where he stood with his bass.
You looked at him waiting to hear what he was going to say. "She's mad cause she needs to get laid. It's been what? 8 months?" He snickered sending you a look to which you playfully rolled your eyes. He wasn't wrong, but you weren't mad.
"Why don't you come with us tonight? We were invited to a special house." Muddy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively from where he stood inspecting his guitar.
"Special house?" You asked. "Like a brothel?"
"Oh, pass." You replied.
"You too good for us now?" Frank smiled.
"No, I think I'll just walk around tonight though. I want y'all to tell me all about it when y'all get back though." You returned the smile.
"Okay. Ima tell ya everythang. How it taste, what it look like, how it feel." Brass laughed.
"You're gross man." Frank said.
Brass feigned hurt by putting his hand over his heart and gasping.
You shook your head at their playful banter before turning your head up to the sky. You could hardly see the stars in the sky with how brightly lit the area was.
The entertainment district was the best place you could perform to make money in Tokyo. People have told you that the sultry sound of your voice, the energy of the jazz, and how good looking you all were was the perfect combination. You were often tipped generously by people here, whether it's because something you played got them in the mood, or brightened an otherwise dead date, or because it was just something new for them.
You tried counting the stars until Muddy signaled he was ready for you to take your spot.
Walking to the front of the tiny platform you grabbed your all white feather boa, draping it carefully over your shoulders. At the front you stood on your barely noticeable mark. In your head you counted the music in with the tap of Brass's foot.
When Muddy came in with his trumpet, people came closer. The lively beat pulling them closer to the makeshift stage. As Frank joined in you let yourself sway to the beat.
Your cue approached and you let your voice ring out. Allowing your voice to project since you didn't have a microphone.
As time went on the crowd got livelier, your bandmates and only friends energy rose, your heart felt fulfilled. Music was all of your outlets. It was therapeutic.
Your eyes roamed the crowd, making connections; it helped with tips. Some faces were familiar, some people had begun to come here regularly to watch your performances. Some were new and one of them stuck out like a sore thumb. There was a huge man standing with his arms crossed. He didn't seem like anyone else here at all. He wore large beads around his neck and wrists and a wondrous look on his face as he stared straight ahead at you.
Next to him was another large man, he had white hair and a headband with large jewels on them. His large arms were nearly ripping out of his kimono.
Beside him stood another man. He also had white hair, it was thick and styled in an way that was almost wind blown. He was tall but not as noticeably as the other two. His chest was exposed, scars apparent on his muscular and defined pecs. His kimono was only loosely tied, and it was all black. You found yourself entranced by him as you stared. Before, while you were looking at the other two, his eyes were adverted, his head to the side as he seemed to be watching for something. Right now however, he seemed to sense that you were looking at him so when your eyes made it up to his face he was staring at you already. He wasn't close enough to be able to tell the color of them but from where you were you could tell they were unique. All three of theirs were actually.
You held his gaze, lightly smiling through your singing at being caught basically ogling this man. As long as you stared at him, he returned it. His eyes only left yours when you looked away at the man in front of you getting down on his knees with his hands clasped.
Oh no, not again. You thought.
Not breaking your melody you turn to look at Muddy who thought the situation was funny. The crinkle around his eyes gave it away. Of course he wouldn't be any help to you. You took a step back and continued your performance.
When this song ended you felt anxiety start creeping up.
Please don't make a scene, please don't make a scene.
Of course the universe wasn't on your side. You already knew this.
"Please marry me. Please. Please be mine." The man who had gotten down to plead asked, shaking his clasped hands in front of you.
You only gave a polite smile and slight bow before saying "sorry."
"Please? Please Miss, I love you. You make me feel alive."
Oh dear lord
"Please Miss. I'll give you whatever you desire." He pleaded more.
You were hoping someone would step in because you hated to do it yourself. Granted your approach didn't help much. You probably made it harder, but you couldn't bring yourself to be firm with these people.
"Please, get up off the floor honey." You gestured for him to rise. The tone of your voice enough to coax him to listen, his mouth open in awe.
"I can't marry you okay? But you come back and see me tomorrow night and maybe we can go on a date...?"
He nodded his head quickly. "Yes miss. Yes. I'll be here tomorrow night."
"Okay, see you tomorrow then." You winked at him and he audibly gasped.
"Yes. O-okay." He backed away from you slowly, bumping into people in the process, as he was too entranced to look away from you.
You gave him a little wave before turning away from him and walking over to Brass.
Your face said a thousand words.
"You can't keep going on dates with the people you try to let down easily." He laughed.
"I don't want to hurt their feelings."
"They're already hurt, they want to marry you woman. You're breaking their hearts anyway might as well do it swiftly."
"Well maybe if you helped me..."
"No can do, I like to see their reactions. He's still looking at you by the way." Brass told you before waving at the man you presume.
You groaned. He was right you do need to stop doing this but you had a hard time telling them no. You definitely didn't want to be married but you hated to break their hearts even though you never felt the same. Not even after the dates.
"I'll be your back up for the date tomorrow. I definitely want to see how he handles himself. He's like a lovesick puppy right now."
"Yeah yeah yeah. Okay." You answered.
"Well now that that's over you fellas ready to get our night started?" Muddy asked as he came over to you both, trumpet already tucked away into its case.
"Yeah." Frank called from his spot, as he tucked his sax away.
You stood quietly waiting for Brass to finish packing before you four headed home, recalling the vibes from tonight's performance. They were excited, probably more eager to get to their next destination. Back at the house, the way they dressed up and cleaned themselves was very indicative to what type of night they were going to have. You followed them out of the house you were staying in and walked with them to the house they were visiting. There was nowhere in particular you wanted to see tonight so you would go wherever your feet carried.
You waved goodbye to your friends as you watched them confidently stride in. Women at the door were already blushing and covering their giggles as they passed by. You rolled your eyes in good nature before turning to start your night of wandering.
Japan was so safe. Much better than the states could ever be. You would never be able to walk around a neighborhood freely like this. It could cost you your life. Here, you didn't have to look over your shoulder praying you weren't being followed, you didn't have to sit idle or silent when harassed. It was a breath of fresh air!
You received lots of stares as you walked around admiring the city.
It had gotten significantly louder as you turned on a street you never been on before. It was packed here. Something eventful must've been happening here, surely. You were so busy looking all around you, hoping to see something interesting when you noticed the most captivating thing all night.
That guy with stormy eyes. He was here. He and his friends still stood out amongst everyone else. The taller one with the white hair was talking to some older women who looked delighted to be so close to him.
The even taller man, with the large beaded jewelry stood by silently listening to their conversation but just a step back.
Stormy however was facing the opposite way completely. Arms folded over his chest as he appeared irritated but like he was looking for something. Much like earlier, it's like he sensed your gaze because just seconds after your eyes landed on him he turned his head to you. His slightly furrowed brows relaxed briefly as he held your gaze.
Like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
Your heart stopped.
Is that- is that really his voice?
It was butter smooth and deep.
So deep.
Very deep.
It was rich. Almost sensuous. And definitely soothing.
You would follow him anywhere if he beckoned you with his captivating baritone.
"Maybe." You smiled as you stepped closer after letting people cross between you.
He turned his body towards you, arm still crossed and his eyebrows now raised in question.
"I'm y/n, you are?" You held your hand out to him.
His eyes didn't leave your face, and he didn't move at all.
"What can I maybe help you with?" There was an edge to his voice. It didn't phase you however. In fact, it made you more intrigued by him.
"Sanemi." The large man spoke, slightly turning his head in your direction. It almost sounded like he was warning him.
"Hi, I'm y/n." You turned your attention to his friend, holding your hand out to him now.
He took and very carefully shook it. "I'm Gyomei Himejima. You have a heavenly voice."
"Thank you Mr. Himejima." You smiled.
"You're welcome. I-"
"Did you need something or not?" Sanemi chimed in. "We're kind of busy."
"Whoa whoa whoa. What's going on over here?" The other white haired man spoke turning around to face you all. The older women were walking away.
"Tengen, this is y/n." Gyomei said said gesturing to you.
"Well hello, you're that flashy beautiful singer."
"I don't know about flashy, but I'll take beautiful." You smiled, a small laugh leaving you as you shook his hand.
"Definitely flashy. What can we do for you?"
You looked at Sanemi, a look of annoyance still on his face and smiled. He was so attractive.
"Actually. I just wanted to meet your friend over here. He caught my attention." You flirted so casually Tengen was awestruck. You were showcasing the most dazzling display of charms right now.
He looked at his comrade, then back to you. He couldn't believe someone as lovely as you would be interested in someone so rough like Sanemi. But he was all about romance. He'd help you out no problem.
"Oh, he is rather handsome once you look pass his rugged exterior and poor social skills."
"Watch it beef brain."
Tengen opened his arms in a told you so gesture."See what I mean?"
You couldn't help but laugh at this. You hadn't been around them for more than a minute and you could already see they bickered like this all the time.
"Sanemi has a lot of great qualities." Gyomei offered smiling.
"Oh I don't doubt that at all."
Your remark was delightful to Tengen. You had a mastery over words. You were so far out of Sanemi's league but Tengen was rooting for you anyway.
Sanemi on the other hand, unbeknownst to any of you was fighting back silly blushes. It's so childish to be affected in such a way. By a stranger no less. No matter how gorgeous he thought you were. He didn't have time for trivial pursuits.
"I'm busy. I-"
"You're not actually. Those sweet old ladies told me everything I needed to know. We're done for tonight, there's nothing we can do until tomorrow."
"What?" Sanemi practically snarled. "What do you mean we're done? There's-"
"Shh shh. Relax." Tengen cut him off. "Everything's fine, now don't keep the pretty lady waiting. Off you go." He gestured with his hands in a shooing motion for Sanemi to walk away with you.
Gyomei smiled and then politely bowed to you. "It was nice to meet you y/n. I look forward to seeing you again."
"Same to you Mr. Himejima." You bowed back.
As it turns out Sanemi didn't need to be told twice to move on. He put his hand in his pockets and began walking away.
You stood slightly lost on if you should follow. You wanted to but if he was walking away from you to actually get away that would be....awkward.
His deep voice called out once he was a few feet away from you. "You coming?"
A smile spread across your face as you took quick steps to close the distance between you.
"So, what should we do?"
"I'm hungry. I'm getting food." He said
"We're getting food then."
He didn't say anything else as he continued walking. Leaving you to fill the silence.
"Are you from around here?"
"No."
"Oh okay. Where do you live?"
"Why would I tell you that? You're a stranger."
"Hopefully not for long." You smiled at him even though he couldn't see you as he remained a step ahead of you.
He didn't respond, not even in his body language. You decided to just stay silent until you made it to your destination. Maybe you'll have a better gauge on how to get him to open up, when he's got food.
You made it to a large restaurant with many seats outside. It seemed to be a popular spot as it was almost full despite the time of night. You weren't really hungry but you didn't decline when he turned to look at you expectantly after he ordered his dishes.
"Do you come here often?"
"No."
"Okay. Do you live far from here?"
"Maybe."
"Okay. Are you enjoying your food?"
"I would be if you didn't ask so many questions."
"I'm sorry Mr....." you trailed off waiting for him to tell you his last name.
"Sanemi is fine." He answered
"He is." You smiled.
He ever so slightly paused. If you weren't watching him so closely you wouldn't have saw it.
"Are you..?"
"I am. Yes."
You were absolutely flirting with him and it made it easier for you if he knew that you were for sure.
He appeared pensive as he continued eating his food.
"Do you want me to stop?" You asked him. You wouldn't be able to promise him you'd stop but you would atleast be able to dial it back.
"I don't care."
"Good." You smiled. "So what brings you to this area?"
"Work."
"And now you're done, for tonight I mean."
"Apparently so."
"So, would you like to maybe get to know each other better?"
Sanemi stopped chewing his food and his eyes locked on yours.
5 seconds.
10 seconds.
15 seconds.
"No."
This did not phase you. His response did not throw off your advances.
"May I......offer some sort of....relief.....without you getting to know me?"
You worded your proposition differently. He didn't strike you as a man interested in dating. That was fine, you weren't either. You were however, interested in sleeping with him. Bedding him. Being bent over by him. All types of things flitted through your mind and you were ashamed of none.
It's been a long time. An even longer time since you've been attracted to anyone.
He was nothing short of tantalizing.
The scars on his handsome face, the scars on his exposed chest, his stormy eyes, his wind blown hair, his wide strong shoulders.
His brows furrowed just a little.
"No strings attached?"
"No strings."
For the first time he let his eyes rake over your body. His hurricane eyes trailed from your face down to your chest, stopping at your abdomen where the table had blocked off the rest of you.
"Okay."
It took work for you not to clap your hands together in excitement. There was nothing you could do about your smile though.
When he finished his dish he pulled yours over in front him before he obliterated your forgotten ramen.
"Thanks." You said with a sheepish smile.
"Mhm." He grunted between slurping the noodles down.
Once he stood so did you. You followed behind his staggering form as he returned the dishes to the stall, watching the way his back rippled beneath his thin kimono.
"Come on." He said before he started in the direction opposite of which you came. You didn't need to be told, you were already planning on it.
"Are we going to your house?" You asked after some time walked in silence.
"No. Too far."
"Oh." You replied.
"I'm lodging near by, that's where we're going." He answered.
"Oh."
"Mhm." He answered.
After about 5 minutes he guided you into a nice and quaint establishment. A small older woman was standing behind the desk. She bowed and smiled to you both as you entered. You gave a smile back as you walked past her to the stairs.
Sanemi stopped and held his large hand out to you before ascending. You placed your hand in his before stepping up.
You'd be lying if you said the small contact didn't have your heart racing already.
At the top of the stairs he let go of your hand, leading you down the hall to his room.
He slid the door open and stepped aside gesturing you in.
Once the door closed behind you, you felt more comfortable. You brain shut off those small pestering thoughts of "what ifs". Now wasn't the time to question what he may think, or if you would see him again. He was willing to give you something you've been craving, something he lit back up inside you tonight like a wildfire, all from a simple glance.
You had to make this memorable. The memories would probably be all you had for atleast another 8 months.
Sanemi walked over to his futon after removing his shoes. His kimono was still tied securely at his waist despite the gaping opening at his chest. When he turned to face you he grabbed onto his knot.
You followed suit by taking off your heels. But you remained by the door, atleast 7 feet away from him.
"Well?" Sanemi said as he untied his kimono and let it hang open.
You smiled at the new view in front of you. He was chiseled to perfection. Strong, sturdy, and amazing to look at.
A small sigh left your mouth as you admired him.
You reached for your zipper behind you. Hands holding the corners ready to unzip your dress before you spoke.
"Do you have any rules for me?"
He seemed surprised that you asked, but quickly covered it with his neutral expression he'd been wearing most of the night.
"No kissing."
"Okay." You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"Do you have rules for me?" He asked.
Now it was your turn to be surprised. You're never asked that, and usually you get more rules.
"No." You answered. Your voice gave nothing away.
"Really?" He mused.
"Yep."
"Huh. If you say so." He responded as he took his kimono off completely. Now standing in his tightly wrapped fundoshi you had to work to keep yourself from drooling.
This style of underwear had a way of being unexpectedly erotic. Much more appealing then the bland briefs commonly found in America. Maybe it was the fact that his hips were exposed, providing more evidence of just how strong he was.
A sound between a chuckle and scoff left his mouth. "You just gonna stand there and drool or what lady?"
You laughed in response but did unzip your dress. You didn't say anything else as you let your calf length dress drop to the floor before stepping out of it.
Sanemi's face visibly went through a series of expressions. First shock, then awe, then lust, then admiration before finally settling back on his neutral expression.
Now standing in your all black lingerie, accompanied by your sheer black thigh highs, you slowly closed the distance between you.
You wasted no time in dropping to your knees before him. Giving a light tug on his underwear, by sliding your finger under the side laying on his hip, you asked "could you take these off for me?"
The way you looked up at him, a small fire blazing behind your eyes almost contrasting the soft and sweet tone in which you asked, has his breath hitching in his throat.
You were dangerous.
A very dangerous woman.
So seductive, with a voice to match, he understood whole heartedly why strangers were begging you to marry them.
He granted your wish swiftly, pulling them loose and throwing them to the side.
You didn't let yourself ogle at his large size, not wanting to tease. The other reason being that you really wanted him in your mouth. He was both endowed and beautiful. You were half way expecting him to be scarred here too but he wasn't.
Very gently you lifted his member before enclosing him in the warmth of your mouth. There was no reason to drag this out with teasing touches.
The quick gasp that came from Sanemi only served as encouragement to keep surprising him. With him mostly covered by your mouth you pushed him further back into your throat as your lips grazed around him closer to the base. You want desperately for him to fully be inside your mouth despite how difficult it was. You were breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, pushing forward until your nose touched him.
Then you sucked, letting your tongue rest on the underside of his shaft all the while sucking as you pulled back.
The way your mouth was tightly closed around him made him groan.
Fuck. Sanemi thought. No one has ever tackled him this way. Always small licks, and little pecks to start, which is why he didn't enjoy it, usually diving right into sex, not wanting to even experience the disappointment that was supposed to be oral sex. You however, oh you were a pleasant surprise.
He lowered his eyes to watch you as you worked. The constant suction on him, mixed with the warmth of your mouth, the slick of your saliva but the gentleness of your tongue had him seeing stars already. He watched as you continuously bobbed on him, taking him down your throat, and not once letting him slip out.
The longer he watched, the more he wished he would've sat down. You were making a mess on him and of him. It was difficult to hold himself up. He was stronger than this. He was no weakling. But his legs were trembling. He didn't know what to do with his hands either. He kept alternating between putting them behind his head, and on his hips. He didn't want to mess up your hair he didn't know if he should touch you or not.
God you were doing amazing. He's never been so blissfully conflicted before.
It didn't take long at all for him to cum down your throat. You didn't even flinch as you swallowed what he gave you. Only when you felt that he was done did you let him fall from your mouth.
To say Sanemi was shocked would be an understatement.
When you looked up at him you saw that he was frozen.
"You okay?" You ask quietly. He was pretty silent the whole time, had it not been for his body language you might have thought he didn't enjoy your performance.
He seemed to snap out of whatever reverie he was in and nodded his head, before clearing his throat and grunting a "uh huh." at you.
You smiled up at him before moving to stand up.
"I think I'll get going now." You said
His hand clamped around your wrist stopping you before you could turn away.
"Huh?" He asked. Despite the irritation and gruffness of his voice, you could see in his face that he had reached a point of drowsiness.
Smiling to yourself, not wanting to seem obnoxious or cocky, you repeated your statement. "I'm gonna go."
"Why?"
"You should sleep."
"I'm fine."
You cocked your head to the side as you gazed at him. Taking in his worn expression. Proud of yourself but also amused that he seemed to be in denial that you'd worn him out.
"You-"
"CAW- Sanemi, you have been summoned- CAW Your pres-"
"Oh for fucks sake!" Sanemi blared out.
"Is that crow talking?" You pointed at the window where the bird had perched on the sill.
"Yeah." He sighed, letting go of your wrist. "I've gotta go."
"Sure." You nodded taking a step back.
You both got dressed. He moved very quickly despite seeming drained a few seconds ago.
He led you down the stairs and back outside. Before parting ways he said "thanks um...for the...you know."
You couldn't help but giggle at how low he said it. Like he was embarrassed.
"My pleasure." You winked at him before you turned away with a final wave at him.
Sure your night hadn't gone exactly how you thought it would but you still had fun. You've met the finest man you ever seen and you'd surely never forget this night. You did hear a bird talk after all. And you met a humongous man, who may or may not be blind and cries when he talks. And another large man with almost fuschia colored eyes that was so overly confident.
Definitely an unforgettable night.
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"You look rather.....unusual."
Glancing down at your attire, you laughed. You had opted for the least flattering outfit you owned for your "date" tonight. It was poop brown and basically a potato sack.
"It's not going to help." Brass said as he lowered his book to look at you and Frank.
"Why not?" Frank asked.
"Because, look at her ass."
You and Frank both looked at your derrière. You sighed just as Frank said "oh." Scratching his head.
The fabric was quite a bit tighter in that area; much to your dismay.
"Wear some of my clothes." Muddy chimed in.
"That might not help." Brass laughed. "That might be kinda hot."
"Yeah any other time but not to him. Seeing your woman in another man's clothes?" Muddy shuddered dramatically.
"Yeah you're right. That'll turn him off." Frank agreed with a nod of his head.
"I'm not his woman-"
"Tell him not me." Muddy winked at you.
Rolling your eyes playfully you began walking to his room. "Give me the ugliest stuff you got."
"I don't own anything ugly woman!" He said as he followed you.
After you finished dressing you headed out to the restaurant the guy told you to meet him at after your performance over an hour ago.
Inside you saw him sitting at a table looking dapper. You felt bad that he had dressed up so nicely. Your stomach began to twist in knots as you approached the table. His eyes snapped up to meet yours as you approached. A smile spreading across his face.
You couldn't do this. You really couldn't.
"Hi." You said taking your seat down on the pillow.
"Hello. You look amazing. You make menswear look good." He slightly giggled.
Oh no. He likes it. Now you're gonna have to resort to being a gross eater.
As the night progressed you learned that he was not the least phased by you chewing loudly and with an open mouth. You were sure to make a mess as well. It still didn't bother him.
By the end of the night he was still smitten with you. The knots from earlier twisted and turned even more fiercely as you knew you had to let him down again.
"I really enjoyed dinner sir-"
"Please, call me Kenji."
"Kenji." You paused and took a breath. "I can't be with you. And I can't marry you. I'm sorry."
His face dropped but he began to nod slowly. "You're already spoken for right?"
You were a terrible liar so you couldn't even just nod. "No, I...I just am not interested. No offense to you, I'm just not a relationship kind of person. I wouldn't be any good to you."
A light laugh left him. "I highly doubt that, but I understand."
"I'm sorry."
"No no. Don't be. I heard you last night, but I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't try. I'm sorry for badgering you. You're just so......perfect."
You clasped your fingers together in your lap. You weren't usually bashful but you were kind of bad at taking compliments. Especially in this situation.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. Thank you for having dinner with me."
"Yeah, you're welcome. Thanks for treating me."
"Anytime." Kenji answered.
After your goodbyes, and a hug, which Kenji definitely lingered in, you started to walk home.
Per usual there were tons of people out in this district, giving you a lot to observe. There were Oirans out with customers and many men looking for places to drink. It was so lively and you loved it. This area in particular reminded you of home, minus all of the things to be fearful of at home, this place was safer.
When you made it home you paused, noticing a familiar head of wind blown hair leaning against the wall outside.
Your heartbeat picked up in your chest and your breath caught in your throat when his eyes found yours.
"Hey Sanemi." You smiled despite the tiny panic you were having internally.
He nodded in greeting. "What are you wearing?" His stormy eyes glossed over you from head to toe.
"Oh, I tried to look unappealing for this date I just left."
"And how did that work out for you?"
You laughed as you remembered Kenji's words. "Didn't go as planned."
He nodded once. "I can imagine."
You smiled at him, your turn now to look at his appearance.
He was dressed less formally, in a uniform of some kind, however his chest was still exposed. A white jacket sat on top. At his hip you noticed a sword.
You were curious now. Was he a....samurai?
"What's that for?" You pointed loosely at his sword.
"Work."
"What do you do?"
"Kill."
To say you weren't taken aback would be a lie. Something about the way he said it had an edge to it that was a bit discomforting. You weren't going to ask for further clarification though. You didn't even want to know any more. All of the scars you seen on his body, including the obvious ones on his face told you well enough you shouldn't ask questions.
You just hoped he was a good guy.
"Okay." You answered carefully. No tone to your voice.
He cocked an eyebrow at you but didn't say anything about it. He changed the topic. "Are you in for the night?"
"I am."
"Good. We have unfinished business."
That's all it took really. You grew incredibly libidinous, eager to pick up where you left off before you were interrupted last night.
"Oh. Is that why you're here?"
"Yes."
"Great." You smiled at him before moving past him to your door. You hoped the guys weren't home. Not that you cared; you all have brought people over before and heard things you didn't want to, but it would be your first time doing so in Japan. They would be more nosey than usual.
Inside, you lead him up to your room. Happy to hear it was quiet, meaning they couldn't be home, it's never quiet here.
As soon as you stepped into your room, Sanemi removed his sword, sitting it beside your door as you closed it. He removed his white jacket and turned to you, who was just staring at him.
He took in your attire once more. "I'm going to assume these aren't yours." He gestured to your clothes.
"You assume correctly." You nodded.
"And do they have some sort of significance to you?"
You honestly had to think about it now that he asked. You could see and feel where this was going, but for the sake of Muddy you nodded.
"Then you'll want to remove them quickly, before I tear them off." The look in his eyes changed like a light switch. A strong fire blazed behind them as he spoke to you.
That coupled with the deep honey of his voice; you were his to command. You did as you were told, undoing the buttons of the shirt in record time. You did not miss the way he took his bottom lip in between his teeth as you revealed your undergarments. Once the shirt was on the floor, you undid the button and zipper of the slacks, letting them fall to the floor easily.
You stood before him now in only your brown lace teddy, and sheer thigh highs with matching lace at the top.
He closed the gap between you, his large scarred hand coming up to touch the strap of your garment.
"What's this? You wore something similar underneath your dress last night."
He was holding the thin strap between his thumb and forefinger as he looked down at your chest.
"It's lingerie. This one is called a teddy."
"Hm. How do I take it off?" He asked as he peered over your shoulder, looking down to your backside.
Internally you were blushing but outwardly you were fine. Boldly you took hold of his wrist, pushing his hand away from you, the one holding your strap, signaling for him to pull the strap down your arm.
"You just pull it down." You said.
Sanemi hated the way you were looking up at him with so much wanton desire and that tiny smile; no— smirk, on your face.
You were sexy. And you knew it.
He hated it.
Because it made his heart race in a way he's never felt before.
He brought his other hand up to the left strap, ready to pull it down when a knocking sounded from your window. However, it was in a pattern or harmony.
A guttural sound left Sanemi's throat as he threw his head back in irritation.
"You have got to be shitting me." He said.
He removed his hands from your clothes and walked over to the window, sliding it open quickly.
That same bird, the unusual talking one reported something to Sanemi. You didn't catch it as you were thinking about how he was too busy to even have sex! No wonder he was grumpy. It made perfect sense.
He stomped over to the door after slamming the window shut. He put his sword back on his hip.
"I have to go." He spoke gruffly, his voice lower due to his anger.
"I see. I'll walk you out." You quickly pulled your pants back on before leading Sanemi down the stairs.
At the front door you opened it and stepped aside. "It was nice to see you again. Try to have a goodnight."
"Yeah. You too." He grumbled before stepping outside. Making you smile to yourself.
It felt good to know he wanted it just as bad as you. Hopefully one day you'll both get what you craved.
I’m gonna start posting my Sanemi story I started LAST year, that I still didn’t finish. 😞 Hopefully it’ll help motivate my brain to pick up where I left off and I can finish it soon.
Hi everybody! I just wanted to tell you all that I’m okay. My job is mentally and emotionally very exhausting and it’s taking my time from writing plus causing a slight road block for my creative thinking!
Thank you to everyone who checked in and I’m sorry for the late responses.
>_< don’t feel sad when you discover this post is not a story update. I’m sorry!
I’m going to work harder to get my stories out and pick up where I left off. ❤️
Chapter includes: nothing worth mentioning. (Billions of apologies from me because my brain died on this one, forgive me.)
The days following your return were very bittersweet. You were happy to be with Giyu everyday but you also missed home. As much as you wanted to go home, you were also afraid to. Giyu as well as the kids were integral to your healing process. When Giyu had to leave they were looking after you diligently. The only time you ever got to be alone was to use the bathroom.
You were still trying to stop the unloading of your inner thoughts and feelings on Giyu but you still had not been successful. Even if you stopped sharing your thoughts, he felt your emotions or mood. He was being so patient with you. He never rushed you to get better or to get a grip on your abilities. He was a perfect model of support.
Days turned into weeks which meant physically you had improved by a lot. You were beginning to have more quiet time than expected because some days, 3 out of 5, it was just you and Emiko. Giyu suggested you let them at least visit the community school to see if they liked it and turns out, they loved it.
You had only been there for 10 minutes when they were begging to start attending. Princess had gathered followers in that short time too. Her charismatic nature even intriguing the teachers.
Just the very next day they started going 3 times a week, from morning to afternoon.
You and Emiko would do housework and then different activities. Like making jewelry out of whatever you could find around the house, or making crayons, finger painting, and reading together.
It was a month into Fall when you approached Giyu to ask for something that had been making you anxious each day as you got better.
"Hey." You smiled at him as he walked out of the bathroom, his long hair down.
"Hey." He answered as his eyes softened.
"How was your shower?"
"Good."
"Now you'll get in bed with me?"
"Yes, now I'll get in bed with you."
Once he was situated in the bed he wrapped you up in his arms the way he had become so accustomed to.
You sighed deeply as you relaxed in his arms. He was so comforting.
"I missed you while you were in the shower."
"Did you?"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Giyu." You responded trying not to laugh. "You know why. Because I love you." He asked you why to almost anything you said, you were starting to think it was his favorite word. Although, you did understand that he just wanted you talk to him. He told you that much all the time.
"I love you too." He replied, pulling you closer to him briefly.
"I have a question."
"Okay."
"Can I or we, go see Obanai soon. Now that I'm doing better I really would like to thank him."
Giyu didn't respond right away. He was still feeling a little worried about Obanai's reaction to you. He was so suspicious of pretty much everything and he wasn't friendly. It's not that he thought you were weak he was more worried about there being a misunderstanding leading to tension. He also didn't want him to say anything that would hurt your feelings.
"Thanks are implied." He answered.
You tilted your head up to look at him. "You're being mean Handsome. Do you not like him?"
"I-I like him just fine." Giyu blushed slightly, embarrassed by how rude his remark was and that you noticed.
"Doesn't seem like it." You smiled.
He didn't say anything as he let his eyes leave yours.
He tries his best to ignore your feelings when they are shared unintentionally, but the slight disappointment and sadness you were feeling from him not supporting your wishes, made him feel shitty.
"We can go tomorrow. Is that okay?" He replied.
You kissed the top of his nose. "Yes. That works." You smiled at him.
You stared at Giyu until he began to blush, a small smile appearing on his face. "What?" He asked, his voice slightly quieter.
"Nothing."
His eyebrows furrowed. "Stop staring."
"Why?"
"Because it's weird."
"Is it weird. Really?"
"Yes."
You only smiled wider.
"Go to sleep." Giyu said, covering your eyes with his hand, making you laugh out loud.
"Okay. Goodnight handsome." You replied through your laughter, imagining him naked.
"Stop that!" He said quickly.
You laughed louder until Giyu covered your mouth with his hand. It didn't stop your fit of giggles though.
"You're crazy." He told you with a smirk. His eyes lit up at your ability to laugh so much. He really should call you giggles. Even though he does actually think you laugh too much, more than normal, he adores the sound.
You could see the look in his eyes shift to an almost awe like gaze. It was enough to make you quiet down. A rush of heat coming to your face as you suddenly felt like he was looking at you for the first time.
When you felt unbridled love flow into you, followed by the image of yourself you stilled.
You've officially been together for 6 weeks now and you still feel surprised to know that Giyu feels the same way you feel about him.
He moved his hand from your mouth and smiled at you, lovingly.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too." You answered almost breathlessly.
His soft lips met yours in a longing but gentle kiss. His hand moving to cradle your head as your passion bubbled over, prompting you to pull him closer as your tongues danced in the heat of the moment.
You didn't have to ask him for what you wanted, as he heard and felt it clearly in the way you whimpered into his mouth.
Your night was long as Giyu, who only ever wanted to make you happy, couldn't keep his hands off you with all the beautiful sounds you made.
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"He lives so isolated." You commented as you and Giyu took the long path leading to Obanai’s house.
“Yeah.” He responded.
You had dropped Emiko off to Urokodaki as Giyu insisted it would be better for it to just be you two.
He didn’t tell you it was possible a fight would happen between the two of them depending on what he said to you, but luckily you didn’t need convincing as you agreed with him without question.
You wanted to bring him a gift which was difficult for you choose because Giyu was no help. He told you he probably wouldn’t want a gift, and that he didn’t know what kinds of things he liked so in the end you had just decided to give him some of your best fruits.
When you reached the final gate you took in your surroundings. It didn’t look like anyone lived here. An abundance of golden leaves decorated the roof and ground and it was a bit more chilly up here.
The house itself was sort of gloomy, almost gray in color with dark splotches and streaks of age scattered along the outside.
Giyu knocked on the door for you and then stepped back, standing just slightly infront of you. You had to lean over just to see the door.
“I can’t see Giyu.” You told him quietly.
He didn’t respond as he held his position. He didn’t want you to be fully open to Obanai in the first place.
When the door open it creaked loudly.
“Oh, what a unpleasant surprise, what do you want Tomioka?”
Your mouth dropped open at his words.
Giyu sighed before speaking. “To go home. But, I’m here because she wants to offer you gratitude for helping to find her many weeks ago.”
You stepped to the side so you could see him. “Hello Mr. Iguro, it’s nice to see you under normal circumstances.” You smiled. Your basket of autumn fruit clutched tightly in your hand as you bowed.
“I wouldn’t quite say normal.” Obanai said at the same time that Giyu rolled his eyes. He hated that you were being so formal to him.
Obanai’s snake hissed and your mouth once again fell open in surprise. You hadn’t noticed it initially, he was blending in with Obanai’s attire.
“Whatever.” Obanai said.
“You….can understand it?” You asked looking between him and the snake.
“Yes I can understand him.” He drawled.
“Oh.” You replied, staring intently at the white snake as it stared back you.
‘Thank you for your help too. I believe you led him to me.’ You said to the snake but only to yourself.
The snake seemed to nod before slithering off of Obanai, much to his surprise and coming to to you.
Gasping, you bent down and held your hand out for him. He gracefully wrapped around your wrist and rested in your hand while your basket rested on the floor.
“Kaburamaru, I like that name.” You nodded before slowly bringing your finger to his head and softly rubbing it.
“How are you able to do that?” Obanai said taking a step forward.
His intentions were lost on you but for Giyu and Kaburamaru they were not, as they both reacted quickly. Kaburamaru turning to hiss at his owner while Giyu stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
Obviously this upset Obanai, he tsked in annoyance before stepping back pushing Giyu’s arm off of him.
“Someone better explain.” The venom in his words caught your attention.
“Am I…I…I’m sorry. I don’t mean any harm.” You said as you stood. Your feelings hurt by the tone of his voice.
When Giyu felt this, he clenched his jaw in irritation. Right before he could respond, telling you that it was time to leave you spoke.
“I could show you what happened.” You said quietly.
Giyu’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to do that!” He said, anger clear in his voice.
“It’s okay. It’s easier than explaining.” Your eyes plead with him to be understanding.
“He doesn’t-”
“Show me how?” Obanai spoke.
With a big puff of air to control his rising anger Giyu turned to you, his body blocking you from Obanai completely.
He placed his hand on the side of your face. “Dearest, you don’t have to prove anything to him. He doesn’t deserve to know something so personal about you. He’s an asshole.”
You wanted to smile at Giyu’s insulting of Obanai but you didn’t. Kaburamaru hissed at Giyu as he insulted his owner to which you pulled him back closer to your chest and away from Giyu. Giyu’s eyes flickered to him briefly anger flashing in his eyes before they softened again when he look at you.
“My patience is wearing thin.” Obanai spoke from behind Giyu.
This time you did smile as Giyu’s face dropped in irritation at his words.
“Let me just, show him quickly. I’d like to be friends.”
Giyu wanted to vomit at the idea of you being friends with Obanai, it was almost comical. He didn’t seem like a very nice friend to have.
Stepping aside once more you picked up your basket once more. “May we come inside?” You asked, Kaburamaru still wrapped around your right hand.
Giyu groaned at the same that Obanai silently turned around to lead you inside.
When you finished showing him what all transpired and what was said when you were kidnapped he sat silently for a few moments.
“So if I were to try to kill you right now I wouldn’t be able to?”
“Well I don’t know.” You replied thinking nothing of it.
He was super quick. His sword was drawn and he had it pointed to your heart before you could blink. You only registered what happened because at the exact same time Giyu yelled.
“Are you crazy!?” As his own sword was at Obanai’s throat. “She said that she didn’t know.”
“And shouldn’t we find out?”
You, were shell shocked.
“How dare you?” Giyu growled lowly at him.
“This is the problem now. You both are too weak. Too afraid to figure things out. If she can’t die then even if I stab her, she will be fine. Either way, how will you know if you don’t try?”
You gasped. He’s right. Oh my goodness, he’s right. You thought.
You thought about the very first time you learned you couldn’t die. You were just 11, starving, and all alone. You ate some poisonous berries and your body made you throw up before you could even swallow them. You had only known they were poisonous a few hours later when you saw a rabbit eat them and die. Your memories were gone, you were all alone and you couldn’t find your way out of the mountains. That night you also encountered a demon for the first time, you cowered away from it, your hands covering your ears and your eyes squeezed shut as it snarled and snapped at you. He probably tried for hours to kill you, and nothing worked, nothing touched you. Nothing he threw even.
The fact that Giyu was able to touch you with his sword was so terrifying at the time. There couldn’t be any way humans could kill you if nothing else could. Maybe they could hurt you, yes, but you shouldn’t die. Right? You would never know if you didn’t try. Obanai was right.
“Let’s try it.” You rushed out.
“What?” Giyu said, for the first time raising his voice at you.
“I-I think we should try it.”
“No.” Giyu answered. “No.” He said again unprompted.
“I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Fine. Maybe you should try it yourself then.” Obanai spoke to Giyu as he put his sword back away.
Only then did Giyu lower his own weapon. He took a step back and then held his hand out to you. “We’re leaving.”
“What why?” Your eyes were wide. A slight whine in your voice.
Giyu couldn’t believe you right now. How could you ask him that? How could you be willing to do something so stupid.
“What are you going to do when another demon after your magical blood comes along? You just going to suffer?”
Giyu flexed his hand impatiently. He really didn’t want to be here anymore. He could see you responding to Obanai’s words and hated it. He didn’t want you risking your life just because you wouldn’t die, when you could still be hurt.
“Why aren’t you a demon slayer?” Obanai continued.
“I-” you looked at Giyu then away quickly when you saw the frustration in his eyes. “I don’t know how to fight.”
“Why not?”
“I just….I-I don’t know I just don’t.”
“Well are you going to train her Tomioka?”
He said absolutely nothing. At this point he had no words. He was just so upset. He didn’t want you fighting, he didn’t want you to have to encounter any demon of any kind ever again in your life. Of course he wouldn’t train you.
“I guess that’s a no.” Obanai answered before tsking.
“I’d be willing to train you.”
“Really?” You asked a smile appearing on your face.
“Yeah. You’d be a necessary attribute. We’re all dispensable but you….you’re not. You’re invincible. We need that. If you’re any good you’ll be our most valuable comrade.”
You looked at Giyu again who was glaring at the floor now.
You knew he didn’t like the idea of you being a slayer but Obanai’s words made sense. If you could help out, why wouldn’t you? You would be able to face demons that others couldn’t, you wouldn’t be a risk, you would be an enigma to the demons. It would give you the upper hand, and turn the tables in your favor.
“I think…..I think I like that idea. Giyu?” You tried to get his attention but he wouldn’t look at you.
“The kids? What are they going to do?”
“You have kids?” Obanai asked incredulously.
“They’ll be fine, I’ll be back at sun up!”
Giyu clenched his jaw. You don’t know that. That’s not guaranteed. He’s never been this mad at you before. So he just didn’t reply, he didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead he turned and headed for the door. He needed to put some space between you two. Outside he paced back and forth in front of the house.
“Your boyfriend doesn’t want you to, so what will you do?”
“I’m going to talk to him first. But I’m really interested.”
“When you’re ready, so am I. If he can’t handle it, he’s not allowed to come along.” Obanai replied.
You nodded halfheartedly. “Okay.” You answered before bidding goodbye, making sure to leave your gift behind.
The walk back to Urokodaki was tense. Giyu was upset still. He felt more betrayed than anything. You didn’t consider his wishes at all.
Urokodaki, knowing Giyu better than anyone took him aside to speak to him after seeing that he was upset. You waited with Miko asking her what she did and if she had fun. She was quite animated in her retelling of what happened. You were listening fully engaged in her toddler storytelling when Giyu approached, a less gloomy aura radiating from him.
The walk home was quiet except for Emiko’s remarks.
It wasn’t until after the older kids returned home and you were making dinner that Giyu approached you.
He leaned against the counter silently watching you as you prepared the food. You let him, keeping your mind clear and doing your best to keep your feelings to yourself.
“I’m afraid.” He spoke quietly.
You stopped moving when you heard the tone of his voice. He was sad. He sounded hurt.
“Of what?” You replied.
“Of losing you. Of not being able to keep you safe.”
You stayed silent as you watched the inner turmoil he was going through play out behind his stormy eyes.
“I can’t….I can’t fail you again. I can’t not be there to protect you…..I can’t live….knowing you’re encountering demons that would….want you. That can hurt you and take advantage of you.”
Your heart was breaking the more he talked. He cared for you so deeply he didn’t want you to ever experience anything like you did but there was something else. Something else was hurting him, something else had happened.
Before you could speak he held up his hand. “But, I know that you need to be able to protect yourself too.” He sighed deeply before he continued.
“Promise me something.”
“Anything.” You answered quickly.
“You won’t be reckless. You won’t be careless.”
Nodding your head fervently you responded. “I won’t be. I promise.”
“You won’t do anything stupid.”
“I won’t.”
His eyes searched yours as if he was looking for the slightest sign of a lie.
“I love you.” He said finally.
“I love you too.” You smiled as you closed the distance between you. When you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he relaxed noticeably.
“Ill do my best and I’ll become the coolest most careful demon slayer around.”
He groaned playfully. “Gross.”
You laughed before pecking him on the cheek. “I promise I won’t stress you out Handsome.”
He shook his head slowly. “That may be a stretch.”
You bit his cheek playfully before moving away. “Whatever Charming.” You laughed
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That was the beginning of your demon slayer training.
In just a couple weeks you were training and learning how to balance your life on the line between exhaustion and enthusiasm.
You kept your extracurriculars private from the kids not wanting them to worry. They assumed you were doing the things you use to do; fishing, foraging, or gardening. With them having made more friends they weren’t all that concerned with you anyway, sometimes opting to visit them instead of staying home. You had to initiate curfews and rules like you would’ve never guessed. They were becoming more social and it never ceased to amaze you. You happily listened to their stories with much interest.
Your ‘mental’ training was a completely different story. You still had not gotten a handle over sharing your thoughts with Giyu. He still knew and felt everything from you. All you could do was apologize and try to turn your brain off, which was easier said than done. Giyu was such a sweetheart, asking you questions even though he already knew from you over sharing. Asking you to explain what you mean and listening carefully instead of taking your feelings and running with it. Sometimes he wouldn’t say anything at all. Those times were usually when you thought something embarrassing or something personal that no one would want others to hear about them. After all those weeks of over sharing with him, he remained perfect.
Giyu was so supportive and you couldn’t ask for
a better partner. When it came to training, he tried his best not to baby you but he was failing miserably. He’d run a bath for you on the days you trained with Obanai because you were always so exhausted after. He’d massage out the stiffness, kiss any bruises, and hold you close telling you how amazed of you he was.
It’s like he was never afraid and unhappy to begin with. You started to spend some nights apart with you wanting to prepare your garden for the winter and it was hard. You missed each other so much when you were apart but you tried to be “adult” about it.
Things were going well and as you reflected, that made you start to have a new appreciation for summer. It’s when you first met Giyu. It’s when you were brought together. You didn’t lose any kids. No one got sick. All of the good things that came out of summer’s surprises, outweighed the one bad thing.
With Giyu in your life, you were beginning to think things would only get better. The kids adored him, he adored them too, in his own way. You considered yourself lucky. You couldn’t ask for anything more from life.
Maybe next summer could bring more positive experiences.
"Promise you'll tell me if I'm hurting you." Giyu pleaded with you.
"Promise." You lied. You wouldn't tell him because you knew he would stop and you didn't want that. No matter how it felt you wouldn't want him to stop.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, signaling that you were ready.
He slightly bent, before his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs to lift you. He carried you to the bed, somehow managing to get both of you on it seamlessly. He was so impressive.
You were laying with your back against the soft comforter when Giyu began to pull away. Although you were curious, you kept quiet, not wanting to ruin anything like you did before.
He kissed your lips once, very gently, leaving you wanting more but again, not wanting to ruin anything, you didn't ask for more.
As he pulled away from you, he left soft feather light kisses on your body. You chest, your stomach, your hips, your thighs.
When he spread your legs apart you wanted to hide behind your hands, suddenly feeling shy. He pushed your bruised leg up slightly, keeping it away from him as he position himself between your legs.
This time you were about to speak, but his lips on your lower ones made your voice catch in your throat.
He kissed all around your soft mound until you were beginning to squirm in discomfort. It felt like he was teasing you. All of the discomfort you felt quickly morphed into surprise when you felt his tongue slide between your folds.
When he did it again, you gasped. Such a slow movement creating waves of pleasure that shot through your core. The next movement of his tongue brought with it even more pleasure as he applied more pressure. After he slid his tongue up, he slowly brought it back down. He continued slowly dragging it up and down, working you up to a crescendo.
Suddenly you felt his lips and tongue both applying pressure on your nub as he sucked it into his mouth, lightly flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
You responded with a high pitched moan, making Giyu's eyes flicker up to your face.
You had no idea the effect that one beautiful sound had on him. It took every ounce of strength he had not to grind against the bed shamelessly as your voice sent blood rushing down to his member.
He kept sucking your clit into his mouth until your legs began to tremble. Then he went back to the long slow licks through your folds, only lightly sucking when he returned to your clit.
The sounds of your moans egging him on as he repeated his pattern of licking and sucking.
When you began to cry his name, almost frantically, he went back to concentrating solely on your clit. Running his tongue over it in circles until you came undone on his tongue.
He didn't want to stop, but because it was new for you he gave you reprieve. He watched in awe as your chest rose and fell quickly as you caught your breath. Your melody of stunned whimpers turning him on to no end.
He waited for your breathing to become even before moving to hover over you.
"You okay?"
"Yes." You answered, your voice hoarse.
"Remember our promise?"
You nodded your head.
"Ok." He replied before moving back. He watched as your juices leaked from your core, wanting to touch you so badly but it would be harsh to overstimulate you.
He let himself sit atop your core for a second before gliding between your lips. Truthfully this wasn't necessary. You were so wet he had no doubt he wouldn't cause any additional friction or pain.
Lining his head up with your entrance, he glanced up at you to make sure you were okay. You gave him a reassuring smile. God he could roll his eyes at how beautiful you were, making his heart flutter at a time like this.
With one hand on your hip and the other on his dick, he lightly pushed into you. He was shocked at how little resistance he felt already. He saw how wet you were but it still managed to surprise him. When he glanced back up at you, you nodded, urging him to continue.
Slowly, he pushed more into you. As careful as he could with your wet walls welcoming him in so easily. Your face remained neutral until he bottomed out inside you. Freezing instantly, he checked in.
"Are you okay?"
"Mhm." You said, your eyes slightly narrowed in a wince.
"It's going to hurt more for a minute okay?"
"Okay." You replied.
He leaned forward so that he was hovering over you again. His hands on either side of you.
He pushed himself deeper, and in response you winced. He pulled back giving you a second of relief before pushing in again.
It burned and there was a pinching feeling. You did your best to stay still beneath him.
For Giyu it was difficult to not completely pull out as he watched your face try to get adjusted to the pain.
He took his time breaking your wall and completely stilled when he felt it come down. Your eyes were tightly shut so you didn't see the way his brows furrowed before he began leaving soft kisses along your jaw.
"I'm sorry dearest. Tell me when it starts to fade." He spoke softly to you.
In time with his kisses, he lightly stroked your face with his thumb. He told you you were so beautiful, and that you were doing so well. It was ultimately the sound of his voice that got you over the hurdle of pain. His voice wavered slightly, it was almost imperceptible but you loved his soft voice, always keening in to it, you definitely noticed. Being inside of you made him sound like that and it had an unexpected impact on you. It made you grow wetter, which made you open more for him, which made him let out a soft and very quiet moan.
You both felt the growth of slick inside of you.
Shit shit shit Giyu thought as he fought to keep himself still. How is she getting wetter?
On its own, his dick twitched.
Your moan that followed surprised him.
Did she like that?
"You're ready dearest?" He asked you softly.
"Mm-hmm." You moaned with a nod of your head.
Shit, I'm not going to be able to do this. Giyu thought to himself as he fought back the chill running down his back.
He had barely even pulled back when there was an audible gush from your warm core.
Giyu groaned at the sound. Everything you did, even accidental was turning him on.
As he pushed back into you, you gasped. Your chest arching up into his as your hands shot out to hold onto his waist.
Touching him was too much. He couldn't handle the feel of you surrounding him, drowning him, holding him and being pressed against him. It was all too much.
Giyu let his forehead rest against yours as he took a breath to steady himself.
He began to slowly move back and forth. He was still making sure to be careful with you, careful not to grind into you, careful not to press too deeply.
"Giyu." You whimpered, bringing your hands up to his head now. Fingers sliding into his hair.
"Yes?"
"I want...." You trailed off not knowing how to word it because it was purely you asking for more of what he was doing.
Giyu knew exactly what you were asking, because he was holding back. When you felt him go deeper, so deep that it pushed you up and he touched something else deep inside of you, you let out another moan.
"Mm. That. Please keep doing that." You whined quietly.
Shit, shit, shit. Giyu thought. He forgot you were a talker. Only learning a couple days ago that you were comfortable telling him what you wanted and what you liked.
'You feel so good Giyu. Please don't stop.’
Giyu opened his eyes to see that yours were still closed too. He lowered his eyes to your lips, realizing that you hadn't said that aloud.
He was going to cum in seconds if you kept talking or sharing your thoughts. You were overwhelming him.
He still managed to pick up his pace for you though. Determined to give you whatever you wanted.
Your eyes opened as you attempted to look down at where your bodies were connected as he fucked into you.
"Oh f-" you bit your lip to stop yourself from cussing, but it ended up coming out anyway the more he pounded into you. "F-fuck!" You squeaked.
Giyu let out a low moan as your walls clamped tightly around him.
'Oh god I love how he sounds.'
A rather hard and deep thrust made you squeak out loud again.
'So good, so good, fuck' you thought to yourself incoherently.
Giyu really tried to tune you out for the sake of lasting but your inner dialogue coupled with your moans had him seeing stars. He was in an indescribable state of euphoria with you.
Neither of you noticed that along with your thoughts, you were also sharing the feelings you experienced with him too. Giyu was unknowingly feeling double the pleasure, double the love, double the desire and everything else in between.
As your own climax grew closer Giyu was trying so hard to last. "I.....I.." he started to speak. He wanted to say he needed to slow down, or that he was about to cum, or maybe that he loved you, but he couldn't remember, his mind was in a haze.
His thrust grew erratic and pushed you over the edge.
"Giyu, Giyu, I'm-"you couldn't form the rest of your words as you moaned uncontrollably as you came.
Your warm cavern squeezed him so tight, just before he exploded inside of you. Your melodic and sensual sounds dragging his release out.
Almost as an after effect you gushed a large amount of juices on him. With a gasp, completely ignoring he was not yet done cumming, he pulled back so he could see what happened.
She did not just do that. He thought to himself. He looked from your drenched core to your face, then back to your core.
Giyu sat between your legs with a surprised look on his face. His dick slightly twitching as it rested between his, still oozing cum.
Before you could say anything he pushed his dick back into you. He pulled your hips up so that now you were practically on his lap as he pushed into you slow and deep.
"Do that again."
'Whatever you want.' thought to yourself as you felt that familiar need growing in the pit of your stomach.
You watched completely dumbstruck by how gorgeous he was, as he fucked you.
Your eyes lingered on his strong chiseled abdomen, wanting to reach out and touch him. The way his muscles bunched together when he hit that sweet spot inside you, burned into your brain. The way his blue eyes seemed darker as he stared intently at your core. His handsome face clear and open to you. The way he looked amazing even without his bangs in his face. His perfect eyebrows furrowed just slightly as he concentrated on what he was doing. He was literally the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life.
When Giyu pressed his thumb against your clit you started to tremble. He rubbed in slow circles as he pumped in and out of you.
Giyu's eyes left your dripping cunt to look at your face as you moaned his name. He realized he cared more about making you feel good than seeing you squirt on his dick so he pulled you up to him. You were now sitting his lap, and the shift made you drop down on his dick to where you were completely filled.
"Fuck Giyu, you're s-so big."
Another boost to his ego. Everything you said encouraged him to work harder to please you.
His hand came down to grip your ass as he pulled you further down onto him.
He used his other hand for leverage under your thigh, now lifting you and slamming you back down on him by your ass and leg. You were completely at his mercy and all you could do was hold onto him weakly.
"Giyu, I-" you began but trailed off.
He smiled weakly at you not being able to finish your sentence once again.
He looked down between your bodies, catching just in time the sight of you squirting on his lap. His climax tore out of him unexpectedly as your overwhelming feelings reached him.
Your head rested on his shoulder. Hugging him weakly as you both came down from your releases.
"I'm sorry." He said after he caught his breath.
"Why?" You asked.
"You might be more sore tomorrow." He answered as he caressed your thigh with the hand that held it tightly just a few moments ago.
"Oh, that's okay." You replied with a small smile, keeping your face hidden from him.
He sighed lightly before lifting you off of him. The squelching sounds from both of your releases so embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the room.
He was quiet as he carried you to the bathroom. He placed you on your feet just outside of the shower before turning it on. After making sure it was warm he stepped inside carefully pulling you with him. He wrapped his arms around you as he let the water cascade over the both of you, hugging you to him.
You returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his hips and resting your head on his chest.
Giyu's heart was on the verge of explosion from how nervous you had made him. You still weren't aware that you were sharing your thoughts and feelings with him. All of the compliments and adoration you were thinking towards him were piercing right to his heart and it was a wonder he wasn't as red as a tomato right now.
You were so happy. You were also feeling deep gratitude towards him. You needed him to claim you, to symbolically mark you and he did. The state of bliss you were in was unlike anything you've ever experienced.
Giyu, having done this before, knew that after the first time, there could be a sort of strong attachment. Feeling yours to him was filling him with both pride and shame. There was something about knowing exactly how you felt that made him feel like he was somehow taking advantage of you. He felt like he was invading your privacy.
"Y/n di-" he eyes snapped down to you as he felt a pulse of anger and disappointment.
"Hm?" You asked when he stopped talking.
Giyu was shocked to feel that you were upset so suddenly. Did you not want him to talk to you?
"Dearest are you okay?" He asked quietly. Much quieter than his usual tone.
Happiness and gratitude replaced the negative feelings you were just sharing.
"Yes I'm fine. Are you okay?" You asked him in return.
"Yeah. I'm okay." Giyu's mind was reeling now.
"What we're you about to say before?" You asked turning your head to look at him.
'He's so handsome' you thought as you waited for him to answer you.
With his cheeks warming up he replied "Did you know you're sharing your thoughts with me?"
Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I am?"
"Yes, for a while now actually."
You were shocked, you had no idea you could do that unconsciously. You let him go immediately, though he was surprised by your actions he let you pull away from him without saying anything.
"Can you still hear them?"
Sheepishly Giyu scratched his ear. "Yes. I can.....feel what you feel too."
You gasped and then slapped your hands on either side of your head, as if you could stop them from coming out.
You were feeling so embarrassed. He probably thinks you're obnoxious now.
The thought shot fear to your heart. Suddenly you were drowning in both embarrassment and worry, regret soon following.
Giyu's hands on top of both of yours stopped your grief momentarily.
"Hey." He waited until your eyes met his and your feelings simmered before he said something else. "It's okay."
"Did you...did you feel that too?"
It took a second for him to respond as he contemplated lying to you. It was enough to give you your answer however. Tears sprang to your eyes instantly. You felt so unhinged. In just a couple days you've experienced more emotions than you had in your entire life. Worse was that you were openly sharing them with the one person you wanted to impress.
Before you could sink down to the floor in mortification Giyu pulled you back to him. "Don't worry okay? Let's just get cleaned up and we can figure out how to stop it afterwards okay?"
Aware that you were sharing your feelings, you felt so stupid about the reaction you had to his soft and soothing voice. Further solidifying for you that you came off unhinged was the terror that came right after.
"Hey, I love your voice too, but if you could see how it made me feel I'd be embarrassed too. It's okay baby. Everything-"
When you registered that he called you baby your brain turned to mush. Seconds after, thanks to you, he realized it. The blush that appeared on his cheeks as his mouth closed and then opened again, was sign that it just came out. He hadn't meant to call you baby it just came out on its own. But it felt right. It felt like that's what he is supposed to call you.
"Let's shower." He said reaching out to grab his bath sponge.
"Right." You nodded.
The two of you were blushing messes as you showered together. You were comfortable touching each other but as you washed away evidence of what you just shared you'd find yourselves feeling shy, images flashing to your mind.
You did your best not to think too much but you remained hyper aware that you were influencing Giyu if you did allow a thought or feeling to linger too long.
The hardest part was brushing your teeth. Especially with Giyu standing beside you in all his muscular glory. This was where you usually let your mind wander but you stood in front of the mirror forcing yourself to only focus on your teeth.
When you walked into the room to get dressed, you were surprised to find that Giyu had clothes for you to wear. You remember he had options of pajamas for you but you weren't expecting him to have everything else too.
"Should we put bandages back on?" He asked you, as he stood beside the dresser watching you look through the clothes.
"Yeah. I don't want to have to explain."
"Right." Giyu nodded before disappearing into the bathroom.
When he returned he held bandages in his hand, silently waiting for you.
You stepped away from the dresser so that he could help wrap you up. He was very quiet as he worked to cover your marks, sometimes his eyes lingered for a while, with a look you couldn't quite place.
As you dressed in the lightly colored floral jinbei set, Giyu removed the comforter from the bed.
"Do you want to take a nap?" He asked you unexpectedly as he folded it up tightly.
"No."
"But you didn't sleep."
"I'm not sleepy."
He made a face at you but didn't comment further on it. "I'm going to go wash this so it doesn't stain."
"Okay." You nodded as you watched him leave the room. Mentally preparing yourself to see the kids you stood in the middle of the room looking up at the ceiling.
You weren't going to cry. You weren't going to be emotional. And you definitely weren't going to be weird again. You cleared your head before leaving the room to find them outside near the pond.
"Why do kids get washed up just to get filthy right after?" You said as you approached them, pointedly looking at Ichiro who was laying on his back amongst the pebbles.
Rainbow laughed.
"Are you okay now?" Ichiro asked you quickly hijacking the conversation.
"Yes I'm okay now." You answered with a playful roll of your eyes.
"Okay good." He answered. "Now, why do adults always complain. Stay out of "kids" business." He used air quotes around kids.
You rested your hand on your hip as you looked at him. "You can't use air quotes when you actually are a kid."
"Oh please." He waved you off.
"Anyway, we're glad you feeling better." Kylo said.
"Thanks." You smiled.
"Did Mr. Giyu do something to upset you?" Princess asked.
"Princess." Rainbow nudged her.
"What?" She asked irritation clear in her voice.
"Oh no. No he didn't do anything. I was just....had something I wanted to tell him but was nervous." You answered as you slowly sat down on the ground.
"Oh okay. Did you tell him?"
"Uh...yeah." You replied.
"Good." She smiled.
"Yeah it would've sucked if I had to beat him up." Ichiro chimed in.
The laugh that erupted from you was loud and obnoxious, tears were in your eyes.
Although smiling, Ichiro replied "I'm serious."
"I kn-know." You squeezed out between your laughter.
Emiko, who was lining up rocks joined in your laughter.
"Don't you laugh at me Miko." Ichiro told her giving her a mock stink eye.
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You opened your eyes to see Princess's wide eyes looking down at you.
"Are you okay?" She cried with worry as she looked down at you.
Huh?
Your head was throbbing and you had no idea how you went from laughing outside to waking up in Giyu's living room.
"Are you okay?" She repeated.
"Here, give her these." Giyu's voice sounded before Kylo came into your view holding two pills and a cup.
You were still confused but you took the medicine from him anyway. Trying to sit up, your head started spinning. Kylo helped to keep you steady as you took the pills.
"What happened?" You asked when you were done. It hurt to move your eyes so you had yet to look around at anything that wasn't directly in your view.
"You passed out when we were outside. You hit your head on the rocks." Rainbow spoke frantically from somewhere behind you.
"We couldn't wake you up." Princess added.
"Oh." Another pain radiated through your skull. "I'm sorry." You winced.
"Try to keep still Dearest. Until the medicine kicks in." Giyu's voice came from beside you.
"Okay." You answered.
It remained quiet besides the occasional movement of someone in the room, but everyone was waiting to see if the medication would work.
Around 5 minutes later you turned your head so that you could see Kylo's face.
"Did it work?" He asked as soon as you made eye contact.
"I think so." You answered as you turned to look at Princess. No pain washed over you so you were assuming all was well.
"I'm sorry you guys." You sighed as you took in the looks on their faces.
Giyu walked from behind the couch so that he was now standing across from you just behind the coffee table. He held a pensive Emiko in his arms. Her brows were furrowed as her hand laid curled on his chest.
"Do you know what happened?" He asked you gently.
"No. I just remember laughing at something Ichi said. Nothing happened that I can remember."
"Okay. How are you feeling now?"
"Fine."
Giyu's brows furrowed a bit.
"You're not feeling weak? Hungry maybe? Scared?"
Am I still sharing thoughts with you? You asked internally.
"Feelings." He replied.
"I am hungry." You spoke dejectedly, ignoring the other things you felt.
Ichiro stood from the loveseat and walked out of the room. When he returned he brought you a plate of food.
"T-thank you." You told him as you took it from his hands.
"Yeah. We ate already. Mr. Giyu made us, but you missed out on dinner so we had yours waiting."
"Oh." You mumbled. "Thanks again."
"Yeah." Ichiro said before going back to where he was previously sitting.
"What else did you guys do?" You asked as you ate your food.
"Nothing." Rainbow answered. "We were kind of worried." She shrugged. "We just sat here."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's not your fault."
You sighed. It sure felt like it was your fault. You just got back yet you were here scaring everyone further.
"We're just glad you're okay." Princess said moving to sit closer to you as you ate.
"Yeah me too." You replied.
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"Can we sleep together again?" Princess asked looking back and forth between you and Giyu.
Giyu didn't respond, he looked at you for your answer. He wanted to suggest you sleep in his room because you had not gotten any sleep last night and you desperately needed it. Especially after fainting again. Your body was practically screaming for rest that wasn't trauma induced.
However, he didn't want to tell you what to do.
You seemed to be thinking clearly tonight as you hesitated to respond as well.
"Or can you just tuck me in tonight?" Princess suggested after seeing your hesitation.
"I can do that." You nodded, I can also read you a story, how's that?"
"That's perfect." She smiled.
"Well then come on your highness."
Her smile grew tenfold as she stood from the couch. Flipping her hair back she held her hand out to you.
Laughing you took it after standing.
All the kids pulled their futons close together in "Kylo's room", and were sleep within minutes of your first story. Well, all except Princess, you read 7 books total before she fell asleep. By then you were exhausted. You got up slowly and quietly, leaving the room to put away the books. Giyu was in the room waiting for you.
"That took awhile." He said as he took them from your hands and slid them back on the shelf.
"Yeah." You yawned rather obnoxiously as you stood in the doorway.
"I see bedtime stories help you get to sleep too." He smiled as he took your hand and lead you downstairs to his room.
All you could do was nod and smile. It wasn't that much of a joke but you loved when he was playful with you.
Inside his room he removed your top and bottoms for you before sliding a gown over your head.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
You shook your head no.
Lifting you up bridal style Giyu carried you to the bed and put you down. You were too tired to scoot over to the middle so you just stayed put.
All Giyu did was change into pajamas quickly, and when he got in the bed you were sound asleep. He felt relief seeing you actually getting rest, a very light snore coming from you already.
He wrapped his arm loosely around you and scooted close.
At some point while he was sleeping, he began envisioning you in a cave with a makeshift bedroom. It was strange. Then he saw you crying in a bathtub. He saw you, weak and unable to lift yourself laying on the dirty cold ground before hands covered in jewels lifted you. Next he saw you being fed. Your body slumped forward and only held up by an arm wound tightly around your waist. Then he saw you in the lap of that demon while he sucked blood from your neck. It was followed by you screaming, yelling, and insulting the demon. When he saw you raise your hand to try to kill the demon he realized he wasn't just having a crazy bizarre dream, these were thoughts. This was your dream. Your nightmare of memories.
He opened his eyes to feel you trembling in his arms.
He started to feel burning in numerous spots on his body. When you started to shake your head no and he felt pain on the right side of his chest he knew the pain was also coming from your memory.
He gently shook you awake.
"Y/n, y/n wake up." His soft voice called out to you, surprisingly enough to actually wake you.
Your eyes snapped open and you turned to look at him. Heaving a breath of relief you turned your whole body towards him.
"Thanks." You said burying your face in his chest.
He couldn't bring himself to say you're welcome. It's not like you could get away from your memories, so it wasn't anything to be thankful for. He wished he didn't even have to wake you.
"Giyu did you see any of that?" You whispered after you'd been sitting in silence for a while.
He couldn't lie to you. It just wouldn't be right.
"Yes." He replied.
When he felt humiliation creeping up his spine, he raised your head up from his chest, making sure he was looking into your eyes.
"Don't." He said firmly. He kissed your forehead. When his actions were followed by a quick flash of the demon kissing your forehead with his blood stained lips, he closed his eyes. It was repulsive to see how comfortable he was, how he masked his sick behavior underneath friendliness and concern.
"We'll figure this out okay? Don't cry baby." He told you as held you.
You could only cry as you felt helpless. You were overwhelmed by the lack of control you had over your life and body. You didn't know how to do anything. Couldn't control your abilities, couldn't save yourself, couldn't kill a demon, you were pathetic.
"Dearest...." Giyu's voice was almost a whisper.
"I'll help you, okay. We'll learn more about your powers, we'll fortify your mind and we'll learn to fight okay? Mentally and physically. I promise okay?"
"But I should be able to stop my thoughts on my own." You cried.
"You've just been through hell. You're not okay. Your body isn't okay. Things are going to be difficult right now. It's okay. We just have to give it time okay? Give yourself time to get better first."
When you didn't respond he pulled back to look at you. "Okay?"
"Okay." You sniffled, trying to stop your tears.
He kissed the top of your head before pulling you back in and hugging you tightly to him.
He comforted you until you fell asleep. He didn't let go of you once through the night, determined to support you even while he was sleeping.
"Put her down." Obanai spoke to the demon carrying you in his arms.
The rage that drew him here grew enormously as he made eye contact with Obanai. Hiroto clutched you possessively, turning you away from Obanai's view.
"Mind your business you damn pest, she's where she wants to be."
"I don't think so."
"Leave us alone." Hiroto spat.
Obanai unsheathed his sword. "You're disgusting." Obanai taunted him.
Hiroto sneered at him.
"You should put her down. I would hate to hurt her when I kill you."
Hiroto gasped. A true well gasp. The idea of you being hurt by this strange man so mind blowing and offensive.
"You'll come to know I hold nothing back when it comes to killing you demons, I'll give you a few seconds for her sake, but then I'm starting."
"My sweet girl I have to set you down here, we have an intruder I need to take care of." He spoke so tenderly to you despite the fury radiating off of him.
He took just a couple of steps forward to sit you down against the wall in the main tunnel hallway.
Obanai turned around and began to walk towards the entrance of the cave. He couldn't fight him there, it might come crashing down on top of you.
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You opened your eyes when you felt a rumble followed by the sound of tiny rocks falling to the ground. Vision blurry and mind disoriented from your blood loss, you looked around to see that you were sitting in the large tunnel of the cave you have been in.
As you tried to look around you felt the shake and rumble of the walls around you, the fire torches flickering wildly with the movement. As dust and other dirt particles fell down on top of you, you squinted your eyes.
What was going on? You thought.
You fought hard to keep your eyes open long enough to figure out where the rumbling and shaking came from. Beside you, that white snake from earlier was there, looking at you. You didn't have the time to worry about if it meant you harm as a very significant rumble began, causing the torch nearest you to be knocked out by a large rock and dust.
Now engulfed in darkness you felt you should probably not be here, but you couldn't move. You could hardly feel your body. Your eyelids got heavy despite the need to get to safety. As you began to go back under you saw the snake quickly slither away. Another significant rumble started causing dirt and dust to fall down on you once more, the weight of it impactful to your weakened state, some falling into your eyes. There was nothing you could do about it as you still could not move your arms. You blinked your eyes trying to get it out as your body shook with the next rumble, causing more dirt to fall down. Before you lost consciousness again you heard something. Was that a person?
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Giyu's POV
Obanai's snake circled me as I approached. I watched as he quickly slithered away stopping to look at me, a hiss leaving his mouth. I followed after him, his movements lead me inside of an almost completely hidden cave. The cave seemed to be on the verge of collapsing as he quickly led me through. When he stopped near a hand my heart nearly faltered. I didn't falter in my pace however, as I ran to her. A big rumble caused a large section of the cave to collapse in, sending nothing but dust, rocks, and dirt flying our way.
Quickly I bent down to pick her up. She appeared to be unconscious as her arms and head fell limply. She was covered in dirt but I could see some blood stained on her chin and forehead. I took my eyes off of her momentarily to rush out of the toppling cave.
Outside I picked a spot far enough away from the cave that we wouldn't be affected by it's collapse. Dropping to my knees I held y/n in my arms and began softly pushing the dirt that accumulated around her eyes away, blowing a bit. When I noticed her brows furrowed slightly I felt a fraction of relief.
"Y/n, can you hear me?" I couldn't recognize my own voice. It sounded so weak, so fragile, small and shaky as I spoke to her. My body was trembling as I tried to clean her face so that she would be able to open her eyes free from discomfort.
Her mouth, unusually swollen, parted slightly. "G-gi.." she tried to speak.
"It's me." I nodded absently. My voice was so low but she heard me.
She hummed quietly.
I cleaned her face the best that I could with my sleeve and my hand. Blowing gently across her eyes to move the smaller specs I couldn't with my sleeves.
When she smiled I felt so many emotions at once. I wanted to cry, laugh, scream, and frown. Why was she smiling at a time like this? Why did she think it was funny that I blew across her face? Did it tickle? She was truly unique.
"Why-"
I stopped when her eyes flew open, a look of pure horror in them, followed by an overflow of tears.
"D-d-don't look."
My brows furrowed as I tried to understand her through her tears and low broken voice.
"What?" I whispered back, bringing my face closer to hers.
"D-don't look at m-me. P-p-please." She cried.
I brought my hand to her cheek to wipe her tears and hold her, but she shrunk away from my touch. I quickly removed my hand. "Am I hurting you?"
"Noo." She cried.
At her words I let my hand rest back against her face. "You don't want me to look at you. Why beautiful?"
"I....h-he...I.." she couldn't get her words out through her tears. But that was okay. I would wait.
I gently let my hands brush more dirt and dust off of her head as I waited for her. When I was done, I looked down between us, there was dust accumulated on top of her that I hadn't paid attention to. I brought my hand from her head, ready to brush it off when I realized I wasn't thinking.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" I asked her. My hand hovering over her torso.
"Yes." Her voice wavered.
"Where?"
She started to cry harder and it broke my heart. I hated to see her this way.
I looked at her, watching, waiting, as she cried. I let my eyes drift over her face as I waited, taking in all of her features when I finally noticed.
Were....were those bite marks?
Leaning forward a bit more I looked closely at her lips. Only her bottom lip was swollen and directly underneath her lip, literally on the line of where her lip and chin meet, were bite marks. Looking down at her chin I didn't see anymore. Then I looked back at her lip and noticed the bruising inside.
Her lip was bitten.
Her lip.
Luckily her eyes were closed as she cried because I'm not sure what my face looked like.
I turned my head away because I didn't want to stare but it's what I was compelled to do. I was in complete disbelief.
Then I noticed one on her ankle. The mark was slightly swollen and was beginning to purple. Then I noticed another on her knee.
Bile rose to my throat and I had to look away again. I couldn't stand the sight. Before I could react further a loud roar came from the clearing created where Obanai and the demon were fighting.
"Y/n!" His voice seemed to make her realize something as she ceased crying immediately. A look of terror in her eyes.
I was torn between putting her down to kill him, and hugging her to me to comfort her.
"You're mine! Tell him! Tell him now!"
An indescribable feeling of fury coursed through my veins hearing him to speak to her. It wasn't his words alone that bothered me but the tone of familiarity he used. Like he truly felt she belonged to him.
"I'll be right back." I told her before moving to let her rest against the tree in front of us.
I needed to kill him now.
There were dozens of things I wanted to say. To do. How dare he touch her. How dare he try to claim her as his own. How dare he hurt her. How dare he even speak to her, or look at her?
"Come on Tomioka, don't take this kill from me." Obanai said as I drew my sword.
"You'll both be dead in no time. I'm no longer in the mood to play. Not when I found my sweet girl. Not with you here! You'll never take her from me Giyu, she's already promised to be mine."
Disgusting. Absolutely revolting. He deserved to die a painful death. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't have y/n out here until morning and I couldn't be separated from her, not now.
I didn't speak any words before going for the opening I saw. On my way however a piercing pain shot through my right temple. It wasn't enough to stop me, and the surprised reaction from the demon told me he was the cause.
"What's wrong with you? Why doesn't it affect you?" He asked as he just nearly dodged my blade.
"You'll have to do a lot better than a headache if you want to affect us." Obanai sighed as he retreated to the nearest tree. He must've used that tactic on him too while they had fought.
I didn't bother to respond at all. He was lucky he had even dodged my attack to begin with.
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You were horrified as you watched Giyu join the fight. You knew he could take care of himself he's been doing it for so long but it didn't mean you weren't still worried and fearful. You could just barely hear the words they were speaking, but you watched the short man walk over to a tree and sit down, letting Giyu take over. He didn't have a scratch on him, but he was fighting for what you could only guess was a long time if the surrounding area was any indication.
You put a barrier around him. And another around Giyu. You couldn't let anything happen to them while they were saving you. You owe them your life, for risking theirs.
You wish you could move, although you couldn't do anything, your eyes couldn't even keep up with the movement of Hiroto and Giyu. They were moving so fast you could only see a blur of colors from their attire.
Giyu had come to rescue you. You wanted to tell him how thankful you were. How happy you were to see him. You wished you could hug him and kiss him. And apologize for getting in this situation. For him even having to fight to save your life.
Giyu was perfect. Giyu was everything. Giyu really was your Prince Charming, coming to save you from your cruel circumstances. You loved him.
You truly loved him.
He made your heart whole. He made your life full; complete. He was everything you've ever needed.
You wanted to tell him. You needed to tell him. Especially now as you felt your heart overflowing with emotion as he fought for you.
I love you so much Giyu, you thought to yourself.
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Giyu's POV
'I love you so much Giyu.'
I faltered just a fraction of a second in surprise from hearing y/n's voice in my head. In that moment the demon reached out to slash me across my abdomen but it didn't connect.
"What th-"
Then I finally did it. I cut his his head off. He was taking too much of my time and attention.
After putting my sword away I quickly ran over to y/n.
The words were on the tip of my tongue but she was back in a state of unconsciousness.
"What was that?" Obanai asked walking over to us.
"What?"
"Why didn't you get hurt? You didn't move out the way, but his attack didn't hit you."
"Oh." I replied as I took off my haori and wrapped it around y/n before lifting her to carry in my arms.
"It's something weird going on here Tomioka. What was that?"
I didn't respond. Y/N did her best to keep her abilities hidden, and with good reason. Obanai, no matter that he helped save her, would probably respond in the same way I had at the beginning. He was a lot less forgiving and willing to listen than I am too. His personal experiences and feelings would probably make him even more hostile and nasty to her if he knew what type of abilities she had.
He walked with me silently. Which wasn't a good sign. It was when we were half way there that he spoke.
"Why didn't you wait for the kakushi?"
"I didn't want her to have to wait."
A few seconds of silence and then he spoke again.
"I wonder why he chose her to toy with."
Again, I didn't respond.
"If those bites are any indication, he took her blood multiple times. Why would he leave her on the brink of death instead of just killing her?"
"It's not something we would understand. We're not demons."
Obanai seemed to ponder my words for a moment.
"How well do you know this woman Tomioka?"
"Very well."
"That demon was strong. He seemed to fight in a frenzied state, like he couldn't focus. He seemed distracted, and like was holding back."
"So."
"So? Tomioka, he was actually scared to lose her. Why? What does this mean. Tell me what's going on? And what's this aura on her? What is she?"
I used y/n's words to me the first time I asked her that.
"Same as you and me."
He tsked in irritation. "You know what I mean Tomioka."
I didn't respond.
He went ahead of me. Hopefully he wouldn't go to the butterfly mansion and would just go home. I didn't want him to know anything about her.
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He did come to the Butterfly mansion, and as I waited for y/n he sat in the hallway with me.
"Why are you here?"
"I did find her. I would like to know if she will be okay." Iguro answered.
"You don't care." I told him.
"That's a cruel thing to say. Of course I care." He drawled. His snake hissed. I don't know if that was to me or to Iguro as Iguro seemed surprised by the action himself.
I didn't bother to respond to him.
"Are you going to tell me what she is?"
I didn't answer that either.
Shinobu walked out of the room silently, a storm brewing underneath her usual expression.
"How is she?"
"She...Giyu she may....well....I don't know how to respond to that. She's stable, and awake. I gave her some medicine and water so she won't pass out or be too weak to move anymore. She needs to eat soon, but if she's ready to go, you can take her home."
"Okay." I nodded before standing up straighter, ready to see her.
"I know it's not my place, but take care of her Giyu. She needs it right now."
"Kocho, tell me you sense that strange aura coming from that girl."
Shinobu seemed surprised by Obanai's statement.
"Of course I sensed something of her aura."
"Are you not concerned?"
"Concerned?" She questioned.
I sighed deeply.
"She's not normal."
"Neither are you but we seem to give you the benefit of the doubt." She smiled her usual smile.
Obanai was taken aback by her words. He recovered with a tsk. "How do we know she didn't want to be there? How do we know they weren't actually companions? He was distracted by her the whole time we fought. He was strong. Could be one of the 12 kizuki with his power, but he was consumed by her. Her aura radiated from him. That means something."
Shinobu's eyes narrowed. "Obanai, try using your brain for just a second."
"Excuse me?"
"Have you seen her?"
"What do you mean?"
Placing her usual smile on her face Shinobu answered. "Did you happen to take a good look at her? Her injuries?"
"Of course I did."
"So why are you insisting foul play is going on here?"
With an exasperated sigh he shook his head. "Why aren't you? Tell her Giyu. Tell her what that woman can do. She could've killed that demon but didn't."
"You don't know what you're talking about." He was becoming more of a bother than ever before. He knew nothing of what y/n could and couldn't do. He doesn't even know her.
"Oh yeah?"
"Iguro. Now isn't a good time for your suspicions. That woman has been through enough. I can assure you that it won't be just Giyu you have to worry about if you take this any further. Your relentlessness is not needed here. Let this go, and leave her alone."
I was surprised that Kocho was vehemently defending y/n. She just met her. She had more trust in her than even I had at the beginning. It only made me feel more awful about the way I first approached y/n.
"You go on in Tomioka." She smiled at me.
When Shinobu walked away I quickly walked into the room.
Y/n was sitting up looking at her bandaged hand. She was clean and dressed in a white top and bottom set. When I walked over to her she looked up at me and smiled. The light in her eyes were dimmed. You could tell she wasn't back to herself just yet. That's understandable.
"That guy doesn't seem to trust me very much."
"He's like that always."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry you could hear that, don't worry about him though, he doesn't matter."
She lowered her eyes and dropped her head.
"I'd like to thank him some day if he'd let me. He did help save me after all."
"Okay." I nodded.
I wanted to thank him too initially but he had a way of pushing you away to the point of resentment with how harsh he can be with words. I could understand her position and reasoning though.
Kneeling down on the side of her bed I looked up at her. The words I've been waiting to say since she woke back up coming out of me. "I love you too."
Her eyes widened.
What I wasn't expecting was for her to start crying.
"I'm sorry." I said. I didn't know what to do or say.
"No. I....just..." she had to stop speaking as she sobbed.
I got into the bed with her, not caring that it was a tight fit. Pulling her into my chest I held her. Rubbing her back up and down. I still couldn't find the right words to speak to her so I just comforted her in silence.
When she stopped crying I was surprised to find that she was still awake.
"Hey." I said from above her head.
"Hm?" She hummed.
"Let's get you home." I know that in the midst of all of this, being away from the kids was adding a whole extra level of grief for her. She was probably worried sick and I know they were up waiting
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With one arm around y/n's waist and the other on the door handle, I walked us forward into the foyer.
The kids were in the living room, wide awake despite the time. Their eyes were on us in a second, shock and relief flooded each one of them in the same exact way.
They all ran forward knocking into the both of us.
"Greenie!" Kylo cried out, tears finally leaving his eyes.
Princess was crying profusely along with Rainbow while Ichiro's face was scrunched up tight like he was holding everything in.
Small Emiko was partially hidden.
Stepping out of the group hug, I moved over to the side, setting my sword down.
"I missed you so much." Greenie cried, making sure she kissed all of them on the tops of their head.
"We missed you too, we were so worried." Rainbow hiccuped between her tears.
"I'm so sorry." Y/n answered.
"Are you okay?" Ichiro asked.
"Yes, I'm okay. Giyu and friends made sure I was okay." She replied.
"But your hand." Kylo said.
"Oh it's nothing, don't worry. It's a small cut on two of my fingers."
She was doing so well with them, it felt like I was encroaching on a private moment though so I excused myself.
"I'm going to make you food." I spoke to y/n. "Are you guys hungry?" I added.
"No, Mr. Urokodaki made sure we ate." Kylo answered.
With a nod I went to the kitchen. I was working swiftly as Kocho mentioned she didn't eat yet. She was probably famished. What if she hadn't eaten in the two full days she was gone? Oh no.
This thought propelled me forward and by the time I finished I knew I had prepared much more than necessary. I brought everything out to the dining room any way, where they were already gathered.
"Please take your fill." I told her before sitting down in the seat I usually sit in.
With a simple nod she began reaching for food.
It's like they hadn't missed a beat at all as Kylo, Rainbow, and Ichiro kept conversation going.
At some point Emiko left her seat to walk over to me. She put her arms out asking to be held. It wasn't as alarming as it was just several hours earlier so I accepted her, holding her up and against my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder. She appeared to be sleepy.
After making sure she was situated I looked at the surprised eyes of y/n. When our eyes met she smiled however.
I wanted to melt with the way her eyes shined as she smiled at me.
So gross.
I don't understand why she has to make me think so dramatically about everything she does. Love is weird. It makes everything foreign.
I offered a smile back to her as she held my gaze.
She opened her mouth to say something but then her eyes fell down to her lap, her smile fading slowly. I wasn't the only one to notice.
"What's wrong y/n?" Rainbow asked. "Are you hurting? Do you need some help?"
She shook her head no, forcing a smile back on her face. Smaller than before though.
Princess who had been silent for most of the night finally spoke, her voice low.
"Can we sleep with you tonight?" She asked y/n, a small look of worry painting her features.
"Of course you can." Y/n answered pushing her now empty plate away.
"You're done?" I asked her.
"Yes."
Before I could say anything else, Kylo quickly grabbed her empty dishes. "I'll get these for you."
I didn't say anything as I could tell he actually wanted to help. It would be rude of me to tell him not to.
"Where should we sleep?" Y/n asked me.
"Anywhere that you like." I was curious to why she would even ask. I would have to talk with her and remind her that she didn't need my approval for anything at all here. She could make whatever decision she wanted.
In the end, they chose to sleep in the girls room. After laying Emiko on her futon I stood ready to leave and to bid them a goodnight.
"Giyu." Y/n called from where she was closely surrounded by the other children.
"Yes?"
"Can you stay?"
Her voice sounded so small and so unsure as she asked. It pained me to hear so much uncertainty from her.
"Of course I can." I responded.
I moved to leave the room and grab an extra futon and out of the corner of my eye I could see Princess moving from the futon with y/n, back over to her own while Ichiro started to move his back from where it was touching y/n's.
"Please, you don't have to do that." I told them. "You can stay right where you were."
"But aren't you....don't you...." Ichiro scratched his head as he seemed to not know what to say exactly.
"You have not seen her in two days. I would not dare put myself in the middle of your reunion. Please. Don't worry about me. I'll be sleeping right over here." I gestured to the empty space near the door. I would be guarding it anyhow, making sure that she would not walk out of it.
"Oh. Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Okay." He smiled lightly, pushing his futon back against hers, as the others followed suit. Making sure they were as close to her as possible. Princess scurried back over to y/n while Rainbow then placed herself on Princess's futon, to be closer.
In the night, it was clear that y/n couldn't sleep. It was quite the opposite for the children. They slept soundly, in relief and comfort.
I felt horrible that she couldn't rest, she was in need of sleep. She kept looking at the kids, as if making sure they were still there. Her grip on Princess was tight and Ichiro had halfway placed himself on her futon, and she kept her hand rested on top of his head. Of course with the time, the sun was out only 1 hour into coming to bed.
Everyone needed it so I was sure it wouldn't effect them come nightfall.
Emiko woke up first. Smiling when she turned over and saw me.
That's rather cute. Smiling when she first wakes up. "Hi." She garbled, sounding more like a baby than a toddler.
"Goodmorning." I spoke quietly.
It took her no time to sit up, springing into action as a response seemed to be all she required to start her day.
With a laugh she ran over to me, her little elbows coming down on my chest as she beamed at me.
"Emiko give him some space." Y/n said from her spot across the room.
Her head quickly turned to look at her. Laughter bubbling out of her throat.
"Hi mama!" She said as she ran over to her after digging her little elbows back into my chest to get herself up.
She stumbled, almost falling on Ichiro before she collapsed on y/n.
A quick gasp left y/n's mouth. I sat up quickly.
"Careful Miko." I told her knowing how badly that must've hurt y/n.
"Oopsy." Emiko said covering her mouth for dramatic effect before laughing loudly behind her hand.
Emiko then rubbed the area she bumped into y/n on before kissing it. "All better."
"Thank you Miko. All better." Y/n nodded with a smile although it wasn’t at all.
This seemed to delight Emiko as another bout of giggles left her.
"Do you need anything?" I asked y/n.
"No thank you." She said as her eyes drifted to mine.
"I'm going to go make food. Will you be okay?"
"Yes."
"Okay." I told her before standing up slowly. I stretched my limbs, noticing that Emiko stood up to copy me.
I couldn't help but smile. I don't remember her being so silly. She's usually more reserved as far as toddlers go.
When I began rolling up my futon, she ran over to hers and tried to roll it up. Finishing mine, I walked over to hers and helped her, although I actually did all of the work. She clapped loudly when I finished.
Somehow the other kids slept through all her noise unbothered. They didn't so much as twitch.
"Do you want to help me make food?" I asked her. Although they didn't seem bothered I didn't want her to wake them.
She nodded her head excitedly.
"Okay, come with me." I gestured for her to follow. Before leaving I turned to y/n to see that she was crying. It instantly stopped me in my tracks.
"What's wrong y/n? Are you hurting?"
Shaking her head no rapidly she wiped her face with the back of her hand.
"I'm okay. I promise." She lied.
I didn't press her the way I wanted to. Now wasn't a good time. Silently I nodded once to let her know I heard her.
I closed the door behind me before walking forward to the stairs with Emiko behind me. When I turned to her, her arms were already up, but with all the energy she had, I was curious to see her walk down the stairs. I held my hand out to her.
She didn't protest as she took it and approached the edge. With my guidance, she stepped down each step with an exaggerated grunt. When we reached the bottom after quite some time she smiled brightly up at me.
"Good job." I smiled back at her. She was so proud.
She held my fingers tightly as we walked to the kitchen. She didn't want to let me go even when we made it there, so I sat her on the counter.
"Don't fall." I told her seriously. I wouldn't know what to do with an injured toddler. Y/n would probably never come back over.
As I prepared food I gave her small things to do like holding something for me, until I realized she would lick something and give it to me when I asked, so instead I gave her things she could eat as I went on.
Towards the end of me finishing the meal we could hear the others coming downstairs. Ichiro and Rainbow were arguing about moving too fast or too slow, insisting the other was not helping y/n to get better.
"Don't argue guys." Y/n told them.
"Great! Now you got me in trouble." Ichiro said.
"You're not in trouble." Rainbow and y/n said simultaneously. Although they said it very differently.
"You're so obtuse." Rainbow added.
"What did you call me?"
"See."
"Hey, really. That’s enough." Y/n said and I could hear the smile in her voice.
"She just got back, you both need to listen." Kylo said.
Nothing else was said as they continued into the dining room.
"Hi Ichi!" Emiko waved to him from her spot on the counter.
"Hey Emiko. You helping?" He asked her, his voice much softer than a minute ago.
"Yep!" She smiled.
"Good job. I hope it tastes well." He grinned at her as he stood in the door way.
"It's....gonna be yummy." She paused as she looked for the right words to say.
"Okay. I'll meet you in the dining room."
"Okay."
When we finished, I put Emiko down on the floor.
"Think you can carry this?" I asked her as I held a small wooden bowl of rice out to her.
"Yep." She answered holding out her hands.
I placed the bowl in her palms and made sure to cup her hands.
"Okay, go ahead." I told her after making sure she had a nice grip on it.
I followed behind her with the trays in either hand.
"Whoaaa, did you help make all of this Emiko?" Kylo enthused.
"Mhm." She nodded proudly as she sat the bowl on the table.
"You're such a great helper Emiko." Princess smiled at her.
All of this made Emiko smile from ear to ear.
"Thank you Emiko and Giyu." Y/n said with a smile.
"You're welcome." I told her. At the same time that Emiko nodded.
Per usual the kids chatted the whole time. Although they were behaving normally, it didn't go unnoticed to any of us that y/n kept watching me but would look away anytime I glanced at her.
After dinner Kylo spoke up first. "Come on kids let's clean up, and then we can get dressed and play outside."
"Yaaay!" Emiko exclaimed grabbing the nearest dish.
The lack of response from Ichiro further confirmed that they noticed how y/n was behaving. He probably would've had a comeback to being called a kid by Kylo in any other situation.
When they were gone I only looked at her from the corner of my eye before speaking. "Do you want to talk in my room?"
"Mhm." She nodded.
I held my hand out to her after I stood. Once I lifted her up I continued holding her hand until we got into the bedroom where I led her to the bench. I was in need of a shower or bath but now wasn't the time.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" I asked her when we were seated beside each other.
"No. No. I'm sorry Giyu I just....I just....I don't know." She lowered her head.
"Talk to me." I told her softly, now holding her hand in both of mine, silently pleading with her.
She shook her head as if to clear it. "I'm.....afraid."
"Of what?"
She turned her head to the side, looking out the doors to the backyard.
"That you won't......want me anymore."
My eyes widened.
"What? Why woul-" I cut myself off as I shook her hand gently, trying to get her attention. I know I shouldn't make her look at me if she felt she couldn't, but something inside of me wasn't comfortable with her being afraid to face me.
She turned back to look at me, but let her eyes rest on my nose. I was okay with that.
"Why wouldn't I want you? I lo-" she cut me off this time. Her hand coming up to signal she wanted me to stop talking.
"Don't. Wait a minute. You might change your mind after I tell you what h-happened."
She started to cry.
My heart never ceases to falter at the sight of her tears.
"Please don't cry dearest. You don't have to tell me anything. I promise I love you no matter what. And I'll always want you. Nothing will change that for me." I told her honestly.
She lowered her head as she continued to cry. I wanted to hug her and hold her, and kiss her but I didn't want to push her. It was so hard to keep my hands off of her when she was hurting like this.
"What if I....what if I betrayed you? And I...." She didn't say anything else.
Betrayed me? What is she talking about? There's no way she could ever betray me. What does that even mean? There's nothing she could do. Nothing that she did.
"Y/n. I promise there's nothing you could do, nothing you've done that will change how I feel about you."
She shook her head almost adamantly as she stood.
"Please don't say that anymore Giyu. Not until you know please." She steadied herself before me. "Let's just make a deal first. Let me show y-you, and tell you what happened and if you still want me afterwards can we take a bath together?"
I nodded my head. "Okay and yes." I said sitting my hands on my knees as a reminder to keep them to myself until we were done.
Slowly she began unbuttoning her top. She removed it only to reveal her torso covered in bandages, some crossing over her shoulder. She slowly bent forward to pull down her pants. She winced with the movement of bending forward and I bit my lip to keep from offering my help. I had to squeeze my knees to keep myself seated on the bench and not help her.
When she stepped out of her pants she revealed her legs covered in large sections of bandages as well.
She took a deep breath, and then began to unravel the bandage on her hand. "This was the first one." She said as she showed me her purple and red fingers. "He only bit the side right here but this one bruised too."
Her middle finger was swollen greatly with the ring finger beside it only discolored.
Then she unraveled the bandage on her opposite arm. "This was second." She said as she revealed the large bruised bite mark above her elbow.
"Third." She pointed to her wrist. Next, she quickly unwrapped the bandages on her lower legs. "Fourth."; the bottom of her foot. "Fifth."; she pointed to her ankle. "Sixth."; her knee.
Her eyes began to water. "Seventh." She said taking the patch of gauze off her shoulder. "Eighth." She sniffled as she removed the bandages from her neck, showcasing the nasty purple bite mark. "Ninth." She unraveled the bandages from her torso from the bottom up. When the bite mark on her lower abdomen came into view I had to fight back a shudder.
"Tenth." She blinked and the tears in her eyes rolled down her face. This bruise on her right breast had me enraged. I was already angry, but this pushed me over the edge. He violated her space and autonomy in every sense before even getting to this spot but to touch her there. To do that to her, I could hardly bear to look at it.
"E-eleventh." She began unraveling the last bandage on her thigh and it took all of the power I had to stay seated. I wanted to stop her. To tell her that she didn't have to do this. This was like reliving what happened to her and she really didn't have to do that for me. I wish she believed me when I said that absolutely nothing could turn me away from her. I love her so deeply I can't even begin to put it into words.
It hurt me to see this. It broke my heart. It engulfed me in rage. But I knew how I felt wasn't even a fraction of what she felt. So I sat still. I sat still to honor her request. I would do whatever she asked of me. Whatever she wanted she would receive from me. I could sit here for her, and wait until she finished unloading.
So I stayed still. I ignored my urges to pull her into me to comfort her.
Seeing how close the marks were to her most delicate parts made my blood boil.
I should've tortured him. I should've prolonged his death. I should've done more.
"Twelfth." She whispered when she pointed to her lips.
I was in the action of standing when she held her hand up to stop me.
"I told him, that.....that I was h-his. I told hi-him."
She was seconds away from breaking down and I was fighting every muscle that was twitching to propel me to her.
"And he...kissed me. I didn't stop him, and I told him I was his." She squeezed her eyes shut and crossed her arms over her chest.
There was a lot I could say, but as I watched her tremble before me, almost unnoticeably, I decided I'd give her a moment. She was tense and fearful, afraid of my answer. Afraid to face me. I didn't want to keep telling her nothing will change for me if she wasn't going to receive it. I had to try to show her instead of only telling her.
I stood up completely and went into the bathroom. Quickly I ran the bath and added the soap so that there would be bubbles. When I came back she looked surprised. Her teary eyes on me with her mouth slightly agape.
"You...you want to take a bath with me?"
"I do."
"You." Her bottom lip began to tremble before she tucked them inwardly to stop it.
"Mhm." I continued talking already knowing what she was about to ask. "Always will."
"B-but I'm....I'm repulsive." She lowered her head, tears once again falling from her eyes.
"You're not. Don't, please, don't ever say that again."
This was so difficult. I was at a loss for what to do. I didn't want to do the wrong thing. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
"I'm going to get undressed. Is that okay?"
She nodded. "Yeah." She said quietly peeking up at me quickly.
"Okay." I answered.
Although she wasn't watching me undress I felt nervous. It seemed silly considering she was standing in just her underwear before me. I couldn't shake it though. We were passed this, yet here I was fighting back a blush.
"Can I....look at you?" She asked after I threw my clothes in the hamper.
Luckily she wasn't looking at me yet, or she would've saw how red my face had become.
Hesitating to answer, I shifted from side to side on my feet.
"Yes." I answered after a long silence.
Resisting the urge to cover myself I steeled my nerves as I felt her eyes rake over me.
I didn't look at her until I felt that she was no longer looking at me. I shouldn't have though, because the next thing I know, she's taking her underwear off. I adverted my eyes, giving her privacy. Ignoring the inappropriate voice in my head telling me to look.
I turned to look into the bath and saw that it was ready.
"Ready?" I asked her turning back to face her.
"Mhm." She nodded as she walked into the bathroom. She turned the water off for me before pausing.
"Need help?" I asked her, guessing that's why she stopped.
"Yes please."
She was caught off guard by me lifting her and placing her in the tub, letting out a light squeak.
"Sorry." I said as I stepped in beside her.
"It's okay." She smiled sitting down slowly.
As I sat, I watched the series of emotions that flitted across her face. First it was pain, then relief, then sadness, then indignation, followed by a blank look.
"Could you come closer to me please?" I asked.
She didn't say a word as she slowly moved over until she was right in front of me.
Reaching out for her hand, I held it in between both of mine.
"Do you want to talk or not talk?"
"Not talk." She replied.
"Can I talk to you while you not talk?"
"Yes." She smiled slightly.
"Okay. And do I have permission to touch you places besides your hands?"
"Yes."
I let go of her hand and then reached out to pull her into my lap.
"Is this okay?" I asked her once she was situated.
She nodded.
Good. I placed my hands gently on her back. In this position, she had no other choice but to look at me. It was a plus that she didn't want to talk, so maybe she wouldn't stop me from speaking my mind.
"I love you. I love you with all of my heart. You are the brightest part of my day and I have never smiled this much before now. You are beautiful. Absolutely stunning and I'm thankful you allow me to be part of your life. I'm so sorry that this happened and I promise to do better at keeping you safe from here on out. I'd like it if you all stayed here indefinitely. I realize that might be selfish so I understand if you don't agree. I would just ask that you allow me to come over everyday. My protection extends to all of you, and I promise to never leave your side. I don't want to live a life without you or them, so please allow me to stay. I love you, and I always will."
I told her exactly what was on my mind expecting no response back as she already mentioned she didn't want to talk. I could see she was about to cry so I began rubbing her back up and down. What surprised me was that she hugged me. Her arms wound tightly around my neck as she pressed into me while she cried.
It made me feel so warm. So complete. So happy. I hugged her back tightly.
We stayed that way for a while, until she stopped crying. When she pulled back her eyes were puffy and red.
"Can I wash your hair?" She asked randomly.
I couldn't help the laugh that came out. I felt relief that she was getting back to her usual self and I couldn't deny that her capability to switch gears and change the mood unexpectedly was very intriguing.
"Yes you may. Whatever you want." I told her when I stopped laughing.
With a nod she removed my ponytail, throwing the band off to the side. As she started to add water to my hair I titled my head back slightly. I kept my eyes on her face, watching her expression as she focused on my hair.
"Your hair is so long." She stated absently at some point while she shampooed.
"Should I cut it?"
"No. Never." She replied. It was difficult to keep my eyes open as she massaged my scalp for me. It doesn't feel like this when I wash my own hair.
"Alright." I mumbled slowly blinking.
"You're very handsome Giyu." She said so low I barely heard her.
Opening my eyes that closed on their own I looked at her. The look on her face was one I couldn't describe even if I tried. I had never seen it before.
"Thank you." I told her.
She nodded.
When we finished bathing we stood across from each other drying off. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she was back staring at me openly. Not turning away, not trying to be discreet. I treasure it. She was showing more and more of her usual self.
"Can I see what you look like with your hair all up in a bun?"
Smiling, I nodded to her. "Yes you may. Whatever you want."
I grabbed my brush from the counter and handed it to her along with another hair tie. I lead her to the bench in the room before gesturing for her to sit down. I kneeled in front of her, my arms on either side of her legs.
It doesn't feel this good when I brush my hair either.
"Wow." She said almost to herself when she was done.
"What?"
"You just look......cute. You should wear your hair back more often."
I was surprised. "You think so?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I will if you want."
She answered with a smile, handing the brush back.
I took it and went to put it back. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't see the appeal of wearing it this way as opposed to how I usually do. However, if y/n wanted my hair up this way I would do that.
When I came to the room y/n stood up. "Can I moisturize you?"
With a small laugh I answered. "Yes you may." Internally I was dying. The prospect of y/n running her hands all over me tapped into that part of me I locked away the minute I agreed to bathe with her.
When I brought the oil to her she smiled.
She hummed to herself as she rubbed oil into my skin, starting with my face gently. She sighed audibly when she stepped behind me and moisturized my back.
"You okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah." She answered quickly.
When she attempted to do my legs I stopped her, not wanting her to bend down, knowing that it was painful for her. She protested and insisted that she do it. I couldn't bring myself to tell her no with the delicate look in her eyes. It looked like she would cry any minute, so I didn't want to push her over the edge.
It was weird for me, to let her kneel before me that way. It was oddly subservient and I didn't like it all that much.
"Can I do the same for you?" I asked her when she finished.
"Yeah."
I was about to get a different oil when she stopped me, telling me that she wanted to smell exactly like me.
Only her.
Only she could be serious but still make me laugh wholeheartedly.
I started with her hands, very careful with her bruised one. I kissed her finger before moving on, taking my time and being as delicate as possible when going over her bruises. I left a single kiss on each one. Her shoulder, her arm, her knee, her ankle, her foot.
"Why didn't you....kiss the other spots?" She asked timidly as she looked off to the side.
"I." I started to tell her I didn't want to make her uncomfortable but began to feel silly before I could finish my sentence.
"I'm sorry. I can. Would you like me to?" I asked her instead.
She nodded her head. "Please."
Don't be a pervert Giyu. Don't make this something it's not.
I started with the one that would cause me the most turmoil. The one that I felt more rage and fury about as it was so deeply inappropriate.
When I kissed her thigh my cheek brushed again her private area. I didn't expect it to happen but I cried. It was a surprise to me to feel a tear drop down onto my chest.
Pull yourself together Giyu. I scolded myself.
I had to linger here to make sure I didn't expose my teary eyes. I very gently placed my hand on her hip before moving to kiss the mark on her abdomen. Lifting myself up, I kissed her bruised breast. I had to pause here too as more rage coursed through me. When I was sure my expression was back neutral I stood up and kissed the mark on her neck.
I finished with the lightest kiss on her lips. Gently I lifted her head up to kiss just beneath her lip as well.
"Giyu." She whispered. Her eyes holding mine as she waited for my response.
"Yes?" I asked after letting some seconds of silence pass between us.
"Can you make me yours?"
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I hated the way that sounds. I wanted to tell her she didn't have to be mine. Being together doesn't make her mine. She didn't belong to me. She wasn't property.
But I knew why she said it. I knew why she needed to say it that way. More than before I was aware that it would hurt her, but I could not deny her. Not now. Not after everything. Not when she was trying to heal herself.
I could only nod, not trusting my voice to speak right now.
