Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Hell's Mirage ❯ Paying the Price ( Chapter 3 )

Hell's Mirage

 

 

By: V.M.

 

 

A/N: Yay! Chapter three already! Hope I can keep giving out such quick updates, I also hope ya like this one. I took more time on it and made sure ta beta it twice…granted I had ta beta this m'self but hey, who cares as long as it's a chapter that ya can follow and enjoy, then that's all that matters! Ya will have ta forgive my Tasuki-ish speech as I had ta spend all day in his character just ta get the right feel for the next chapter (chapter 4). Do ya know how hard it is ta stay in character and pay bills? Had ta start yellin' at my truck like it was a horse and flamin' people who cut me off just so I didn't drop out of my character. Had fun playin' Tasuki today, it is very cathartic. (Yay! I used ACT words! Lmao!)

 

Much love to my new Muse KittyLynne who, with her fabulous taste in stories (wink, wink), has motivated me to pump out chapters like they are going out of style. After reading her FY fics I find I am humbled by her sweet praise of my lowly struggles. Thanks Ms KittyLynne, I owe ya one! ENJOY!

 

 

LOVE!

 

 

Warnings this chapter: Language (duh!), adult situations, mild adult content, and Nakago. Yes, I did give Nakago his own warning; he's the only man that can destroy a woman with his glare and melt her in to a puddle of lust with a smirk and not even break a sweat!

 

 

Tasuki Muse: Don't own, don't so.

 

V.M.: *Pat's Tasuki's head* That's `sue' sweetie. Don't own, don't sue.

 

Tasuki Muse: *frowns* Feh! So, sue same smell. Git back ta writin' toots!

 

V.M.: Toots? *evil smirk* Oh Tasuki-chan…Rekka…SHINEEEENNNN!

 

Tasuki Muse: *belches smoke*

 

V.M.: I win! *huge grin* Now we play `doctor'!

 

Tasuki Muse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Hides*

 

 

Part C: Paying the Price

 

 

“Welcome, Priestess of Suzaku. You arrived just in time for dinner.” A smirk graced his face as he stepped back from the doorway. “Won't you come in?”

 

I had never seen him in such casual clothes, gone was the dragon armor that had become almost like a trademark, in it's place were soft looking leather pants that conformed to every curve, dip and hollow of his legs and hips. While his snowy, linen shirt accentuated the sheer mass of his chest and width of his broad shoulders it also gave him a sort of boy-ish look if one did not know him.

 

The absence of his usual armor caused me to see Nakago as a man, a very bad man but indeed, just a man.

 

My heart was racing, I knew that I had past the point of no return and it terrified me. I slowly got to my feet watching his every move, waiting for him to drop that teasing grin and kill me.

 

He graciously held out his hand to me and led me to the table. Once I was seated he unfurled a silk napkin and placed it over my lap, then he began to serve the meal to me as if I were someone important… or his lover.

 

“Eat as much as you wish, no one is in this camp except you and me. We will not be disturbed.” I eyed him again, shifting nervously on the thickly cushioned floor mat.

 

`He seems almost nice, why hasn't he killed me yet?' I wondered as my gaze flicked surreptitiously from the plate to him to the door, judging how fast I might need to be if things don't go according to my plans.

 

Nakago sighed softly, watching and waiting for me to either finish eating or run for it… at this point I didn't know which one I was going to do.

 

I bowed my head and sighed. I was only putting off the inevitable by sitting here calmly eating everything in sight. I put down my chopsticks and rose to my feet.

 

Nakago rose as well, “Finished?”

 

I nodded as I unbuttoned my coat and let it slip from my body revealing my disheveled state to his widening eyes.

 

“Payment for dinner?” His voice was calm, almost as if he knew what I was doing here.

 

“No, payment for the Shinzaho, Nakago. You can have my body if you give it back.” My voice was quiet, my shame and fear making me sound small and sweet.

 

Nakago nodded and took the Shinzaho from around his neck, placing it in a wooden box. “If you go through with this the box will open and you can take it if you wish, forfeiting will mean that you want me to keep it.”

His voice stayed clam and monotone, “Make your choice, Priestess of Suzaku.”

 

My fate was set in stone. “Let's get this over with.” I answered as my surprisingly steady hands released the last three buttons of my shirt and pulled it from my shoulders. `You can do this Miaka, just close your eyes and picture someone you love and you'll have the Shinzaho in no time… if he doesn't kill you in the process. Tasuki! Tamahome! Someone… give me the strength to do this!'

 

 

 

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 3rd person POV

 

 

 

Tasuki and Tamahome raced through the darkening night, dodging this way and that around obstacles in their path.

 

An air of urgency surrounded the two young men as they tore through the night searching for the one person neither one could do without. Their minds were carefully blank to keep unwanted images of what could be happening to their highly distressed priestess.

 

Miaka's anguish and fear tore at the two seishi's hearts, driving them to push themselves as well as their mounts to the breaking point. Neither man understood the waves of tormented fear and disgust that beat against their breast, they only knew that they didn't have much time to save the woman that meant more to them than breathing.

 

`Miaka no baka! What the hell are you doing out here alone? You were supposed to be with Taiitsukun recovering! You better not be doing anything stupid, Miaka no baka or I swear, tears or no tears, I'll put you over my knee and swat your backside until it glows!' Tamahome allowed his anger to keep the fear at bay, anything to take his mind off of the very real possibility of Miaka being in mortal danger.

 

Tasuki spared a glance over at his companion, noting the almost tangible anger that fairly exploded off of the other man. `Don't worry Tama, we will get there in time. Miaka, please just hold on!'

 

 

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 1st person POV

 

 

Nakago stepped forward, closing the gap between our bodies and pulling me in to a painful embrace. This was not the sweet, almost boy-ish caress of Tamahome nor was it the electrifyingly passionate hold that Tasuki had briefly shown me; this was all about sex. Plain and simple, there were no pretty lines or sweet kisses. This was base, primal and utterly frightening!

 

The man now ravaging my mouth and defiling my curves with his oily touch cared nothing about tenderness; passion was mocked by his harsh handling of my person as he tore the clothes from my body and snaked his hands over my bared skin.

 

The coppery tang of blood fairly coated my tongue as his forceful kiss shredded my lips against my own teeth and when I attempted to cry out in pain he deepened the punishing kiss, spearing his tongue in to my mouth.

This was the most carnal kiss I had ever been subjected to, his thick tongue darting in to flick against my own almost as if he wanted me to participate.

 

A shudder of disgust chased down my spine as I felt his hands slide down my back to rest briefly on my backside before pulling my hips forward and grinding against me. Something hard pressed in to my belly and I was taken back to earlier when Tasuki had held me in a similar embrace. Tears welled in my eyes at the memory.

 

Nakago ground against my belly again and it finally dawned on me exactly what was being pressed so adamantly against me. `Is that his…? Oh gods! I can't do this! Not with him, like this! Someone help me!'

 

With a burst of adrenaline I was able to tear myself from his grasp and race to the doorway of the yuurt, but Nakago was faster.

 

“Leaving so soon?” His arms came around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “I don't think so. You plan to let me keep the Shinzaho? You know that that is what you forfeit by leaving.” He breathed against my ear.

 

“NO!” I screamed my fear taking over my rational thought, “I can't do this! HELP!”

 

The sound of Nakago's laughter filled my ears as pain crashed into my skull and I slipped in to blessed oblivion.

 

 

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 3rd person

 

 

An anguished scream rang out, breaking the stillness of the night. Tasuki and Tamahome's heads jerked up at the sound.

 

“MIAKA!” the men screamed in unison and kicked their horses in the direction of the scream, sending fervent prayers to Suzaku that they arrived in time.

 

The two men thundered through the darkness aware that they may be too late.

 

 

 

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooo

 

 

 

There ya go. Chapter 3 all done. Hope ya like it; chapter 4 should be out soon!

 

 

LOVE!

 

 

V.M.