Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Dreams Alter Reality ❯ United Memories ( Chapter 4 )

Most of this chapter was taken over by a specific scene. I tried to make it clean-cut for its appearance on FF.net, and I hope all will enjoy it.

I myself am funnily enough not the biggest Seiryuu fan, but found myself wanting to do a different kind of fanfiction, so I landed on reincarnation, mainly a Seiryuu seishi reincarnation fic. The Suzaku ones, my favorites, are finding their ways in, but Naisen has stolen my heart at the moment.

 

Once again, this chapter is dedicated to Miss KittyLynne. Her kind words are always an inspiration and a blessing. It is rare to find such sincere honesty in this world, and I cherish such friendships.

Also dedication in part to Fushigiyugifan, Nuni-chan, the black panther, and others. If I forgot a name, I sincerely apologize.

 

 

Disclaimer: Penpaninu does not claim to own Fushigi Yuugi nor is making any money off of this.

 

“Dreams Alter Reality” chapter four

Uniting Memories

 

 

“We're finally summoning Seiryuu,” the most familiar voice in the world said to her. Yui nodded, rubbing her palms up and down her naked form. She stood thigh-high in tepid water, going through the motions of purifying herself; even if it was just for ceremonial show.

Yui's body was thinner, her breasts high as she looked down at her self. Her hair was its old short length, cut stylishly before the opening of the book. Her heart was weary and frightened, and she longed to fall into the comforting words of the young man behind her.

 

“Yes… but I'm afraid…” She heard herself say the words she had said before. `My husband, please don't leave me…'

 

Suboshi handed back a towel for Yui as he heard her step from the bath. He chivalrously did not look at her bare form. Yui quietly thanked him for the gesture as she accepted the towel and wrapped it round her shaking form.

“Why are you afraid?” Suboshi asked, and seeing she was covered, stood behind her. Yui's small shoulders trembled. `You must hate me remembering this…. Why did you come back to me after I sent you to your death?' she thought.

 

“I'm afraid of myself,” Yui whispered. She thought the words, then they leaked out to the man she trusted with all of her heart. The younger past version of the man she wed embraced her gently, arms folded over her shoulders and away from her breasts.

His face was upon her shoulder. “I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you, Yui-san….”

 

Yui woke with a start, and panted quietly. She swept a hand through her long bangs, feeling cold sweat beaded upon her brow. She sighed and looked down at her husband. Saito slumbered at her side, naked but for his shorts, one arm stretched over his head as he snored at the ceiling. He was beautiful and strong and Yui's age-old doubts receded carefully. She leaned and kissed Saito's parted lips tenderly and burrowed against his side.

As she drifted off to sleep, she felt Saito's arm drape warmly around her hip. And she knew he did not begrudge her his early death in the last life for he had died fighting for her.

 

* * * *

 

“That creepy man is back again,” Sadako whispered. Naisen looked over the top of her head to regard the shaggy man once more. He was obviously homeless, and whenever they rode the train home, for he always seemed to be there. Maybe he rode the trains all day long, but Naisen only thought that the security of this rail station was becoming quite lax if he could dodge confrontation for this long.

 

Naisen wrapped his arm over Sadako's shoulder and nuzzled her hair. Sadako closed her eyes as she rested against him, but he kept his gaze half-slit. The dirty man shambled close, re-evaluated what he was about to do, and continued on. Naisen's eyes moved to follow him as the rest of him remained still for Sadako. He liked being a pillow, but he wouldn't disturb her rest. Drat, now that man had gone around the corner. How could he know what he was doing now?

 

The train whipped past their bench and came to a skidding halt. Their coats bannered around them and their long hair flew over their shoulders. Naisen nudged Sadako as the doors of the train pinged open.

“Sadako, hurry up. We have to get on the train,” he urged her gently. Sadako opened her eyes and went in with Naisen, yawning. Just as the doors began to slide shut behind the few passengers climbing on, a figure whipped into the compartment. The doors shut on the back of his coat and he gave a mighty grunt and yanked valiantly.

 

Naisen groaned mentally. The homeless man was in their compartment and obviously eyeing them with interest. Sadako noticed him and clenched his coat sleeve.

“He's here, he followed us,” she whispered. Naisen hugged her shoulder.

“It's okay, don't look at him. He won't hurt you.”

 

Sadako trembled the whole ride home, and Naisen was proven wrong as the man ambled after them. Naisen looked over his shoulder and mentally groaned again. Why couldn't the train doors have stopped on him again? He didn't look drunk this time, just determined as he swayed and strode after them. Sadako grasped Naisen's arm sharply through his coat sleeve. He could feel her fingers pinching a mark into his flesh through the clothing.

 

The man tugged Naisen's shoulder and whirled him around. Naisen was ready for him, and he almost ignored Sadako's gasp as he focused on the unshaven lout before him.

“That girl don't wanna go home with you. Let me take her,” the man leered. Naisen grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. The man grunted and howled, then bulled over into Naisen, startling him. He wasn't supposed to fight back this well! He was supposed to go down and leave Sadako in safety. Naisen went down on the ground, his cheek thudding into the subway tiles. The man leaped onto his back and tried to throttle him clumsily.

Naisen saw red for a moment, as he lay there stunned. The man grabbed a handful of Naisen's long hair and tried to slam his head into the ground to put him out, as trying to choke him did not make him lose consciousness easily. The power surged to his third eye and the intricate symbol flared upon Naisen's forehead as his rage flared out of control.

He could dimly hear Sadako screaming. Naisen pushed the sound to the back of his mind as he rose to his knees, the power coursing through his veins. His bangs flew upward, as the blue light formed the character of his celestial star upon his brow. The man grunted in surprise and grabbed his neck again. Naisen turned and whipped his arm sharply, thrusting hard at his opponent. The man sniffed in indifference before his eyes bulged comically as Naisen grabbed his throat and proceeded to choke him to unconsciousness.

“Naisen! Naisen, don't kill him! Naisen!”

Naisen could hear his girlfriend dimly as if she spoke through water. Water… a clawed reptilian hand slashed through the natural element and knocked Naisen's head half off.

 

`Respect your enemy. And you will respect yourself,' the ancient voice whispered from on high. Naisen cowered, cringing in the back of his mind as his god spoke so to him. He let the bum down and knelt over him, his heart clenching hard for release. His breath came ragged and swift.

From far away, he could hear a new male intrusion speaking to Sadako. She had flagged down a passing police officer and they stood over him. Naisen blinked exhausted eyes and barely took in the officer's questions, his words of concern washing over him.

His gaze swept over to his girlfriend and the tears in her eyes. Naisen tipped forward as his brain then shut down. Sadako caught him and shook him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

 

“Miss, is he alright? Is he okay?” the officer asked, looking up from the homeless man. Sadako shook her head as she hugged Naisen's wide shoulders. His head lolled against her shoulder. Naisen dimly heard deep chuckling in the back of his mind and the clawed hand swiped him again. His head jerked up.

 

“I'm okay! I'm fine!” he all but screamed in Sadako's ear. She winced but held him upright. Naisen worked the muscles in his legs, found he could use them, and stood up with minimal help. Sadako was against his side the whole time. Any other time he would have flustered and turned red at the closeness of her young curves against him, but tonight he only savored her concern.

The officer nodded, and hauled up the bum. They all went to the station so the kids could file a report, and finally the officer let them go home.

Naisen walked Sadako home and didn't let her out of his sight the whole way. At her apartment door, they faltered and looked at each other. The night turned out to be rainy once they left the subway station and the two of them were positively soaked through. Sadako looked up into her boyfriend's eyes, and her heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his own heated gaze even as his long bangs plastered to his brow and against his cheeks.

 

Naisen's gaze softened further, as Sadako reached up to push the bangs from his eyes, and he almost swooned at the spark that her touch caused. She inspired his flesh to heat even as rainwater dampened his skin and clothing. Opening his eyes, he looked down at her. The polite thing to do would be to leave her and go home back to his foster parents. They were too young to fulfill their emotional wants and were obligated to listen to their parent's wishes.

The right thing to do would be to leave now and leave things as they were. But neither wanted to.

 

“So…” Naisen cleared his throat. “I'll see you tomorrow….” Tomorrow was a Sunday. Tomorrow everything would be normal again.

Sadako nodded, disappointment clouding her gaze. “Oh…”

Naisen's heart cinched almost in two at that clipped word of grave sorrow. His hands reached for her, helpless.

“Sure, Naisen…I'll see you tomorrow…” Their hands touched briefly, and as Sadako unlocked her door, he held onto that hand tenderly. Sadako almost pulled him in, he simply would not let go.

 

When their fingers finally parted, Naisen swallowed hard. His sadness fell into the pit of his stomach and formed a knot. He was almost ill with the severe loss of what was his to take and it was reflected in Sadako's sad, sad eyes.

 

It was a long walk back to his home. Naisen's mother waited up for him and fed him with the leftovers of the evening meal. Naisen's father was already asleep, exhausted from work. Naisen briefly talked to his mother, but obviously his mind was elsewhere. All too soon he was in his room, preparing for bed. He began to peel off his wet shirt when his cell phone buzzed a warning in his pocket.

 

Naisen tugged the phone out nimbly, amazed that it had not gotten wet at all after that excursion in the rain. He clicked it on and held it to his ear.

 

“Naisen….” The electronic whisper was as familiar to him as his memory-dreams. Naisen swallowed hard, his spine straightening.

 

“Sadako….” He whispered. He licked his lip and swallowed hard again. “What is it?” He stayed quiet for his parent's sake.

 

Sadako sighed on the other end. “Please…” she whispered. Naisen frowned slightly, not wanting her to beg, to ask as she had in the last life. She didn't have to!

 

“Please…..” she continued. “I need you. I don't care if we're young…. I want you.”

 

Her soft words made Naisen swallow the words his parents would have wanted him to say, how young they were, how unready they were, how they shouldn't… He tugged his shirt back on one-handed.

 

“I'm on my way. But what about?…”

 

“Don't worry…” Sadako whispered. “My parents are out of town this weekend.”

 

Naisen snuck out carefully and quietly locked the door behind him.

 

* * * *

 

Sadako opened the door quickly and let in her bedraggled boyfriend. She felt her body throb with the lightning's power outside. Naisen was positively sopping wet. He had stopped at a convenience store on the way over and his large hand fisted his prize in his damp coat pocket as he smiled shyly through rain-soaked bangs.

Freshly dried and changed into nightclothes, Sadako smiled and let him in.

 

Ash frisked around Naisen's legs as Sadako took Naisen's jacket, shoes, and his shirt. She bid him sit down so she could dry his hair with a ready towel. Naisen could hear her small nervous exhales as she tenderly rubbed his scalp with the dry linen. His long hair fell damply against his shoulders, but he could feel her through all of the wet. Naisen could feel her skin crackle with the very electricity her power derived from when he pulled her against his chest, bare and warm now.

 

All too soon they kissed hungrily and Sadako led him back to her bedroom. Naisen followed quickly, trying not to let his eagerness show with the tender smile on his face. Sadako whispered something to Ash and shut her bedroom door, leaving him in the hall. Naisen watched her walk toward him, her nightgown a white blur in the dark. Sadako stopped too closely against him, bumped into his side, and giggled nervously as she pulled her nightgown over her head.

Suddenly neither could find anything funny about the way she stood gloriously bare-breasted before him, her high orbs tipped with rosy nipples under Naisen's intense gaze. Naisen filled his hands with them and the electricity arched between them.

 

As before, Sadako found she liked Naisen's large hands on her. He was learning how to touch her the way she liked and she loved him for it. She stood trembling, her core dampening through her panties, hardly daring to breathe as Naisen lowered his head below her chin and carefully explored her aching tips with lips and mouth.

His hair was damp from the rain.

 

Long moments passed. Sadako hugged his neck and kissed his hair sweetly. Naisen's hands roamed over her bare sides eagerly, then moved up to her arms, taking her shy hands and guiding them to the waistband of his damp jeans. He helped her unfasten the clasp and pull the zipper down, wincing when he felt the jutting edge of his arousal jam against the metal. Sadako kissed his shoulder, trembling as she carefully sorted him from disaster. She liked the arching bulge showing through the front of his boxers.

When Naisen stepped out of his jeans, she carefully touched him through the thin fabric. Only once had they come this far and that experience had been rather short lived. Naisen groaned and stilled her hand lest he come right there. Sadako blushed and entwined their fingers together, urging him to her bed.

 

Naisen hooked his thumbs into his boxers and urged the fabric down his hips to get them off easier. Sadako's eyes were large and shining in the near darkness of her room. She couldn't stop from trailing a finger down the length of his erection to visualize mentally what he held for her. Naisen pinched her nipple playfully and Sadako laughed, happy to be pulled hard against his thin chest. He was so slim, but corded with wiry muscle from team sports at school. Her soft budding curves pushed into his hardness, and Naisen groaned loudly.

They were built for each other. They were the missing halves to each other and Naisen felt his life ebb to partial completion as his clumsy hands tugged her panties down and aside. Sadako's thighs opened for him as they fell back onto the bed. Sadako leaned up to kiss him as Naisen's fingers fumbled behind him for his prize. His coat hit the edge of the bed and threatened to fall to the floor until he dove for it. Sadako watched him breathlessly, the both of them raggedly breathing together as the knowing of Naisen preparing his arrested lust made their throbbing flesh stiffen.

 

It took Naisen a few minutes to get the latex unwrapped and rolled just the way it should go and Sadako kissed his neck, liking how his shoulder-length hair tickled her nose.

“Are you ready?” Naisen growled. Sadako touched his face, hearing the severe vulnerability in the deep timbre of his voice. Her hand trailed down to his hip as they kissed shortly. Naisen leaned her down and crawled between her legs.

“Yes… Naisen…” Sadako smiled as he grunted lowly in response. The tip of his wrapped member probed against her. Sadako held her breathe as Naisen grit his teeth, following old arcane instinct to thrust his aching length into her tight sheathe, breaking her to his intrusion.

He knew it would hurt for her, but it broke Naisen's heart to hear her high surprised gasps. They were mostly of pain. Naisen's chest was rock-hard from holding himself upright. He was rigid and more than ready to continue and he though he'd lose it right then when Sadako licked his shoulder suddenly.

 

“Sadako, are you…” he breathed. She wriggled against him uneasily, clasping his hips.

“Please hurry,” she begged. Naisen wanted to be sure she would be all right, but his young passion threatened to snuff prematurely if he didn't move. His hips drove into her, harder and faster and Sadako moved with him, wanting him to find his end so the pain of being his first would be over.

 

Sadako had no qualms about it getting better, at least to her, but when Naisen gasped highly a few minutes later, she knew she had given him a precious gift.

Naisen's eyes clenched shut as his teeth grit noticeably in an expression of agonized pain. Sadako watched him tenderly. Naisen rested on his elbows, his young body quivering.

He leaned down carefully, his world a harsh bubble of breathing, shaking and her. He traced Sadako's face with his fingertips, rigid with exhaustion. His muscles ached not in an unpleasant way, but Sadako thrummed under him in steady ecstatic harmony. Her deflowered core was so warm, it seemed to burn him through the wet rubber. Naisen groaned happily.

 

“I love you, Naisen,” Sadako whispered. Naisen murmured in response and all too soon they were separated and lying spooned in her tangled blankets. Naisen tore the used condom from his sated member and dropped it on the floor, forgotten for now.

 

The thunderstorm outside was joyful, crashing down on Tokyo with a lusty vengeance. The next morning when Naisen left to go home, the water had flooded up to his ankles outside.

 

* * * *

 

Seiryuu looked to Suzaku and smiled.

“Of course I will help you, my brother. We can use the power of their time together to ensure your seishi's reincarnation can find your priestess.”

 

Suzaku sighed, his deep voice resonating in the heavens. “Thank you, Seiryuu Sekun. We will not forget your kindness nor will we abandon our friendship.”

 

Down below in Hokkaido, a college application waited in a mailbox. It ensured a cheap monetary solution to schooling in Tokyo. When Tetsuo opened the slick manila envelope, he knew he held the answer to his wishes there in his hands.

 

End for now

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