Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Altered Realities ❯ Territory ( Chapter 3 )

Altered Realities

 

 

 

Tasuki's Disclaimer: It ain't ours! So quit yer complainin'!

 

V.M. Disclaimer: Yeah, what he said!

 

A/N: Well, chapter 3 already? WOW! Much love to my beta Miss Elf, for all her help! * hugs Elf-chan * Read on! Thanks for reading! * hugs readers *

 

 

Warnings: Slight adult situations, language, and fierce blushing through out!

 

Chapter 3: Territory

 

 

Tasuki skidded to a halt; his flame colored hair falling into amber eyes as he darted a look over to the table that held his beloved tessen. His sigh of relief was short lived as Miaka slammed in to him and the two fell in a heap to the floor.

 

“Damnit! This better not become a habit; I ain't yer crash pad! Git off!” A growled curse passed his lips as an elbow planted itself in his lower back.

 

“Sorry, but did you have to stop dead in the middle of the room? It's your own fault! If you hadn't been dragging me I would have been able to stop in time!” She grumbled as she got to her feet, stepping on his backside just for spite.

 

He reached around and grabbed her ankle as she walked past, throwing her off balance. With a shriek she fell back down, sprawling out on her back. She cast a glare between her legs at him and stuck her tongue out. “Damnit! Let go, I'm not your Miko! You can't manhandle me like you would her!”

 

She caught his low chuckle and frowned at him. “I'd never act this way with her, she's too fragile. Might break if'n I got too rough.”

 

Miaka bit the inside of her lip to stave off a smirk, “Guess that makes her too fragile to be able to handle a real man, which is why you were so passive when I kissed you earlier.” A hand covered her mouth to hide her teasing smile.

 

His eyes darkened with intent, “Oh, no. That's not right. Yer just too manly fer any men ta want ta break ya. Must be why your Tasuki left like he did.”

 

As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wished them back. Her forest green eyes welled with tears and she abruptly got to her feet. “You're right, I am too rough for any man to want.” Her back was straight and her chin lifted defiantly in the air as she walked casually out of the room.

 

“Shit.” He scrambled to his feet and sighed, it was no use going after her. After what he had just said he doubted she'd speak to him. `What th' hell did I say that for? Just cause she's a bit different from our Miaka doesn't give me th' right ta make `er cry.'

 

Another sigh escaped him as he wandered back to his bed, `I'll tell `er I didn't mean it in th' mornin', she'll have calmed down by then.' He climbed between the sheets and closed his eyes. The memory of their mistaken kiss played out behind his closed lids; the heat of her kiss scorched him, the intense passion she had invoked had intoxicated him, the feel of her strong young body had felt so perfect beneath his own… `No! I can't do this again! Last time I fell for a chick and she had someone else, I almost couldn't let `er go. Not this time, I'll keep my distance…for now.'

 

With a nod he firmly cleared his mind and drifted off to sleep.

 

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`Gods, why does he have to be right? I don't know how to be a girl; I was raised by bandits damnit! The closest I got to being around real women were Nuriko and Tamahome; I fought with Tamahome more than anything and Nuriko was too busy being up Hotohori's ass all the time for me to really get to know her.'

 

Miaka wandered the halls, whiling away the hours till dawn until a loud growl erupted from her stomach. She groaned and quickly changed directions, heading towards the kitchen.

 

A soft giggle floated out from one of the many alcoves that dotted the hallway. Turning, she followed the sound to its source and was taken aback at the sight that greeted her.

 

A young brunette, with enough curves to make a snake jealous, was clasped in the arms of a shadowy figure. Her wine colored tunic had been tugged down over her shoulders, allowing the shadowed figure access to the delights of her obviously well made form. One of the woman's legs was hiked up on the figure's hip and one male hand held it there while the other was busily stroking and kneading the soft curves of the woman's bottom. The dark head rolled and dipped as his mouth danced along the lines of the woman's throat and breasts as his hips thrust urgently against the woman in his arms.

 

A silent gasp escaped her at the sheer carnal nature of such an embrace. `She's enjoying doing that with this man! I'd heard that it was supposed to be wonderful but, after The Blue Bastard I doubt I'll ever feel `carnal bliss' in the arms of a man… not even Tasu-chan.' Her musings were cut short as another loud grumble emanated from her middle.

 

The dark head shot up obviously surprised that he had been caught at such an early hour engaging in such pursuits outside of his chambers.

 

“M-Miaka-chan!”

 

Miaka froze; she knew that voice only too well. “Kouji?” `That woman was doing that with Kouji!? Oh, gods! I'll never be able to look him in the eyes again, I'll be too embarrassed at having seen him like this!'

 

Quickly letting go of the brunette, Kouji strode forward, took Miaka's elbow and propelled her away from the alcove.

 

“But Kouji, you were-“

 

“Hey, are ya hungry? I c'n cook ya up somethin' real nice fer breakfast.”

 

His tone brooked no argument so Miaka stowed away her questions for later. “Kouji, um, I didn't know you could cook.” She cringed at the obviously lame statement but gave him a small grin when his eyes darted down to look at her being sure to keep her own gaze from directly connecting with his.

 

His smile was quick yet genuine, “Hell yeah I c'n cook! What, ya think Genrou does th' cookin? Bah! We'd be dead by now if'n he did!”

 

She hid a smile behind her hands and allowed him to steer her into the large kitchen and over to a table. “Actually we have a few older women from town who come up everyday and help out with cookin' and cleanin'. Do you realize how hard it is to keep a place as big as this clean when you're one of only two females?”

 

He grinned and nudged her towards a chair, “Yeah, round here we got a few of th' town whores ta help us keep things up… in more ways than one!” He blanched and hurried to negate his statement. “Uh, I mean-“

 

Miaka laughed. The sound was deep and throaty yet a bit rough, as though she didn't do it that often. “That's alright, Kouji-kun! Ya know, bandits raised me since I was 13, I know all about the loose women who `keep the men company'. I may be the only female leader Mt. Reikaku has ever seen but I still know `bout men's baser needs.”

 

Kouji frowned at the thought of her knowing about things of that nature, quickly turning the conversation to more pressing matters as he faced away from her and started setting out food stuffs. “Sit down, I'll whip ya up somethin' right quick.” He paused for a moment; “Do ya still eat enough ta feed an army? Well, guess I shouldn't say `still', but the Suzaku no Miko sure could eat an' I wanna make sure ya get enough ta fill yer belly.”

 

Miaka frowned slightly, “That's right, you're not my Kouji.” A sarcastic grin curved her mouth, “Guess I shouldn't have said all of that to ya should I?”

 

Kouji turned away from his task and placed his hands on the table, leaning close to her. “You c'n say whatever ya want ta me, Miaka-chan. I won't say nothin' ta nobody, `specially if'n ya ask me not to.”

 

She smiled at him, for once not hiding her smile behind her hands and Kouji was astounded at the transformation that came over her. The hard set of her mouth had softened and her eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. Her entire face under went a dramatic change and he was helpless to escape the rush of desire that almost brought him to his knees.

 

`I'd give anything to make `er keep smilin' like that. Gods, she has no idea how beautiful she is when she smiles!'

 

Miaka's smile dimmed somewhat when he continued to stare at her, “Kouji? Is something wrong?”

 

Her voice snapped him out of his daze and he blushed slightly, “Ah, heh. Nah, I was just thinkin' that ya should smile more. Ya got a real pretty smile.”

 

It was Miaka's turn to blush and she turned her face away, hiding behind the curtain of her short hair. A hand cupped her jaw and forced her to lift her head, her eyes widening as she took in the face so close to her own.

 

“Don't hide from me, Miaka-chan.”

 

His lips lowered to meet hers.

 

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He blinked blearily up at the low ceiling, cursing the dreams that had tortured him in sleep. `I'm so gods damned hard that if I sit up it'll fuckin' break off! Damn that woman and her soft fuckin' mouth!'

 

Tasuki groaned and rolled out of bed, bending only slightly before standing up straight. Moving over to the small table beside his bed he snatched up his shirt and tunic. Jerking both on he pulled on his holster and sheathed his tessen, Miaka's warning prompting his actions.

 

The fiery haired bandit cursed under his breath as his stomach rumbled. “Great, I'm gonna have ta spend an hour findin' someone ta fix me some food. Suzaku knows if'n I tried ta cook for myself I'd be worse off than when Miaka cooked for us in Sairou.” A shudder of disgust chased down his spine at the remembered horror that was Suzaku no Miko's `cooking'.

 

He sat back on his bed and pulled on the boots that he'd toed off the night before and stretched one last time before making his way to the kitchens, praying the whole time that someone was there and that they knew how to cook.

 

These were the hours that he enjoyed the most at Mt. Reikaku; the hours just after dawn when the place seemed almost completely deserted. An appreciative smile curved his lips as he surveyed his home but a throaty laugh distracted him from his morning reverie. A frown of curiosity creased his brow as he followed the sound to the kitchens. `Seems like I'm in luck! One of th' light skirts is cookin', I'll just have her fix me some-` All thought stopped as he pushed open the door a bit and took in the scene.

 

Kouji was leaned across the table towards Miaka, her chin held in his grasp as he bent closer as if to kiss her. Miaka seemed to be trapped in the moment; neither leaning towards him nor backing away, her face flushed and her breathing became jagged indicating she was intrigued by the idea of kissing the scarred bandit. Her hands clenched in the folds of Kouji's shirt, holding him still and Tasuki watched in horror as her eyes drifted shut in acceptance.

 

 

Tasuki growled in anger and slammed the doors completely open, breaking the two apart.

 

Miaka was the first to recover and stood as he came in, “Tasuki!” Her voice sounded nervous but she pressed on, “Ohayo, Tasuki, I trust you slept well.” Her face felt like it had just gotten an up close and personal look at the wrong end of her tessen and she refused to meet the amber eyes that seemed to pin her in place.

 

“Mornin' Genrou, breakfast?” Kouji's tone was light but the dark look on his face told Tasuki that his best friend wished he was anywhere but here at that moment. `Dream on, Kouji. Ya ain't gonna snatch `er out from under me, I had first claim… shit! Where the hell did that come from?'

 

“Yeah, gimme whatever she's havin'.”

 

 

 

 

That's it for this chapter! Hope you enjoyed!

 

Much Love!

 

V.M.