Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Holding On ❯ Counterfeit Reality ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer:

DBZ… Akira Toriyama (that means not me)

Arashino miko©, Abouri© (pronounced Avori©) is a character of my own design that I have been developing since 1997. (That's way before I even knew DBZ existed). Please don't try and steal her because I have documentation that dates way back to show she's mine and I'm a comic artist and animator, and I'm using her in commercial works. Thank you so much for listening.

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Chapter Five- Counterfeit Reality

Abouri paused in her manipulation of the flesh beneath her fingers. Failing to suppress a smile, she began moving her hands again over Furiizaa's bare shoulders. She felt Bejiita's presence on the ship. After so long without being able to make contact with his consciousness, it felt strange, but still pleasant. Her smile disappeared as she felt cold fingers on her thigh. She released the shoulders and took a step back.

"Furizaasama, I have something to ask of you again."

"You certainly are demanding these days miko." She smiled warmly and put her hands on his shoulders once more. He sighed and waved a hand for her to continue.

"My lord, it is this miko's humble request that Bejiitasama's chambers be moved." Furizaa released an irritated sigh. "He is the only soldier on this ship I can trust and I wish for someone to be near. I cannot protect myself while I sleep. I have felt very unsafe these past months and have slept little. This cannot continue."

"Miko, I fear I cannot deny you anything when I look into those eyes. So lovely." He turned and pulled her onto his lap, stroking her cheek with one hand, high up on her thigh with the other. "I would hate to see this perfect," he brought his mouth to her shoulder, "soft," his hand stopped less than an inch from apex of her thigh, barely grazing her abdomen, "flesh marred. Perhaps you would like to spend your nights in my chamber instead of alone in your garden, hmm?" Abouri's breath caught. She should have expected that sort of reply.

"I think I should like one who does not emanate masculinity such as my lord does," she said softly.

"Bejiita always did strike me as somewhat effeminate. He moves with grace only woman should have." Furiizaa chuckled and ran a finger across her abdomen. "Well if you feel the graceful monkey prince should be nearby; I will allow it. Return to your garden. I will send for you again another time my dear."

"You are most gracious my lord." He placed her on her feet and she smiled as she pulled from his embrace. She hurried from the room heading straight to her garden, ignoring the stares and occasional jeers. One would think that after nearly a standard year, the impudence would stop. How infantile these males are, she reminded herself for the hundreth time.

Her garden was complete. The only thing that remained artificial in the room that ran the expanse of an entire level in that sector of the ship was the sky. Still the false stars twinkled at nights and the sun and moons danced across the violet ceiling. There were however, real clouds. The ceiling was high enough that she could circulate weather in her realm. Her pool was still as it was before, but surrounding the open area, trees were planted near the walls giving her garden a meadow-clearing feel. She adored it. Furiizaa had allowed her to have plants, insects, and even small animals to the brought to her from Kumosei. Furiizaa seem annoyed that she asked, but pleased that she accepted her fate graciously. She smiled at a trio of small singing birds that swooped across the `sky'.

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Bejiita frowned at his empty room. It was very clean, meaning someone had taken it upon themselves to dust before his homecoming, but it was obvious the room was unused for a long time. He remembered specifically instructing her to stay in his chamber until he returned. After pushing the box containing his bounty in a corner, he made his way to Furiizaa's chamber. He'd find his miko after he reported to the tyrant.

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"Bejiita, how was your trip?" Furiizaa's black lips spread into a smile. Bejiita's face did not betray his surprise. Shit, he thought. I just got back and he's already up to something. He is never nice when I report back in.

"Our mission was successful Furiizaasama. The entire population has been purged save a handful of individuals that escaped underground. All signs of civilization above the surface have been wiped clean and the terrain has received little damage."

"I see." A pause. "Bejiita, have you had a chance to see the miko yet?"

"I had more pressing matters, such as reporting to you."

"Go see her garden. You'd be surprised how much a pretty face and a warm pair of thighs can get a man to agree to," Furiizaa said with a suggestive smile. "Also, talk to her about your new living arrangements."

"I do not understand Furiizaasama." Bejiita's brow furrowed as he tried to surmise what he was being told. Bejiita wondered, Is he trying to separate us?

"She requested you be moved closer to her garden. I have allowed it. You two have fun styling each others hair or whatever." Furiizaa waved his hand in dismissal. Bejiita bowed slightly and took his leave.

What the hell is he talking about, Bejiita thought as he made his way to Abouri's garden. He was amazed to find many very weak life signatures surrounding the miko. Not one warrior in that entire quadrant on that level of the ship. The door slid open and he looked around uneasily as he stepped inside. He most certainly did not recall any trees. Something furry stared at him from a branch. The dark and the noises of the night did not usually bother him, however, a natural forest indoors did not sit well with him.

When did all this… pretty face and warm thighs…

"Miko?" He turned his head, taking in his surroundings. His observation was cut short by a crunch of leaves underfoot. "I see you've been doing well for yourself," he said dryly.

"Bejiitasama, you've returned. I'm so happy to see you again." She stepped up to him. After a moment she bowed slightly. "I trust your mission was successful?" she said softly. She'd been hoping for at least a quick embrace after being apart for so long.

"What happened here?" Abouri blinked at his utter dismissal of her inquiry.

"My garden has been completed. It is very similar to my shrine back on Kumosei. Furiizaa claims he wants me to feel at home. I informed him that I could not feel at ease without the life of my home world around me. He had my people deliver the flora and fauna."

"How did you get him to agree to such a thing?" Warm thighs, huh? Bejiita's glare deepened into a scowl.

"He treats me like a favorite niece these days… although if that's the case, he makes for a dreadful uncle." She sighed.

"What did you do to be in his favor miko?"

"I merely humor him, just as you instructed." She clutched her shoulders and turned her back to him. "Honestly Bejiitasama, do you really think I would have anything to do with him given the choice?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bejiita caught himself right after that. Naturally, he was once again, falling for Furiizaa's game. He looked away from her and sighed. Too late, he realized the seed of doubt was already planted in his mind. "Nevermind."

`Bejiita, do not let jealousy ruin us. You are all I have here. You certainly must know that.'

`Shut up.' He sighed. "What's this about my `living arrangements'? Oh yes, and please explain `styling each other's hair'?" She craned her head in his direction smiling sheepishly. He immediately saw the connection. Damn you bitch if you did what I think you did…

"I asked Furiizaa to move you closer to my garden. I told him I feared for my safety and I needed someone trustworthy to sleep nearby. He offered his bed. I told him…" her gaze returned to the trees. "I told him he was too masculine for me to feel safe and that you-"

"You fucking told him that I'm a homosexual, didn't you?" he hissed as though trying to keep the conversation quiet although there was no one else present. "Didn't you!" he bellowed.

"I did not." She glared directly into his eyes. After an instant hers softened. "I told him he was far too masculine and I would prefer you. He said you are effeminate."

"You realize I hate you, right?" He snarled as he pulled her into a tight embrace. She smiled into his chest.

"Not nearly as much as I do you Bejiita." She traced a finger across his chest plate. "Prepared for battle, I see." She moved to pull away from his steel embrace, but he would have none of that. "Bejiita…"

"Tell me miko, did you miss me at nights?" Abouri gasped as Bejiita's tail snaked around her hips and his hand slipped over her backside.

"I can't exactly say I missed the brazen violations of my person." She giggled despite herself. Bejiita smirked. That's a new sound. I think I like it.

"Ah, but I take pleasure in violating your person." She opened her mouth to rebut, but before she could Bejiita brushed his lips over hers. "Denying that it pleasures you would be lying miko." With a satisfied smirk he returned his tail to its usual position around his own waist. "Things have changed." He stated before turning and making his way out of her garden, leaving her staring wide-eyed.

Bejiita had already vanished into her forest by the time her brain registered what had happened. Her hands flew to touch her mouth. He'd kissed her. On her MOUTH. She fell slowly to her knees, landing lightly.

He…he kissed me. This is all moving too fast for me. I can't believe him! Without permission! His audacity! His arrogance! His lips… So soft… She buried her face in her hands, blushing pinker than ever. He blatantly violates my space without permission and puts his filthy mouth on my own and all I can seem to do is sit here and grin like a fool! How embarrassing!

"How foolish!" She announced softly to the creatures of her realm. Abouri collected herself, heading towards the fountain. Her lips spread into a grin once more just before she sank below the surface.