Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ Reality ❯ Reality ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Yuki-hime 
See what happens when Nakatsu finally learns the truth.
Anime/Manga: Hana Kimi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.04.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
See what happens when Nakatsu finally learns the truth.
Anime/Manga: Hana Kimi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.04.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Hello there, everyone! It’s me, I’m still alive! .......(tumbleweed passes by)....... Fine, I don’t care if you don’t care. This work was originally supposed to be for a Hana-Kimi Threesome contest between Mizuki, Sano, and Nakatsu. I didn’t win, but I got lots of nice reviews with it, and I am happy with it, so I thought I might post it here, as well. I think the reason I had so much fun with this one was because, not only did I not have to worry about knowing a whole lot about the series (which is one of the two main problems I’m having with my Hana-Kimi fanfic Summer Liaisons), but I also got to really play around in this one. I love blurring the lines, so I went crazy with that in this one. Besides, those blurred lines are a big, though understated, theme in the manga, so it’s only appropriate that I play with them. So tell me what you all think. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Hana-Kimi.
Reality
.....Sometimes the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred to the point where what may be undeniably real for one, may merely be a dream to the other......
That thought continued to float around like a twittering bird inside the head of the Osaka High School student who was currently making his way to the locker rooms for a much needed violent release of energy. School had once again reared it’s ugly head, calling for the youth of society to be sacrificed to appease its iniquity. This particular youth had just been forced to sit through an hour’s worth of psychology, where the topic of “reality of the mind” had butted in thanks to the amateur musings of an impudent underclassman.
‘Damn Freshman!’ He thought vehemently, ‘Thanks to him, all I can think about is that damn line the teacher kept harping on. And he expects us to actually know what it means. We’re students!’ Turbulent thoughts such as these continued on within in the athlete as he walked.
Truthfully, he was not actually angry at the teacher who had assigned the incredibly long essay about that line, though he was quite willing to ponder on a few choice methods of vengeance, or even at the punk who had brought up the topic. He was quite angry because he couldn’t help but think that the line had something to do with him.
‘I’m sure of it! That ass Umeda looked right at me when he said it!’ Thought the young man, referring to the school nurse and substitute teacher who had stated those words. ‘But what could he possibly have meant??!?! DAMMIT, WHAT DOES HE MEAN?!!?!’ Wondered the young athlete, forcing his fist through the closest object to him, this case being a peach tree. The poor adolescent was at a loss, which was a state that he, unfortunately, was becoming quite accustomed to as of late.
And as often as he had tried, the youth was unable to release these thoughts from his mind. Tumultuous ideas bounced around in his head, growing into full blown scenarios that scared the wretched young man. The fact that not only did someone that he did not particularly like have information about him that he did not, but that he may, in some form or another, be living in a fantasy upset him greatly.
How could he possibly be living in a fantasy, though? He did not live in some unhealthy dream world as everyone else passed him by. He was not some weirdo that believed in werewolves, vampires, and other such nonsense. He lived in the present. In fact, he was the kind of man who lived completely for the here and now, disregarding what his actions may hold for his future.
‘It just makes no damn sense.’ The fit young man thought, once again.
Giving up on solving the exasperating riddle of the cryptic doctor’s words, the tall athlete ran into a slight jog for the last few feet to the locker rooms in an effort to release his pent-up energy. Not bothering to slow down as he entered the doors, the adolescent was unable to stop himself from falling on top of the room’s only occupant, who just so happened to have been stationed at the locker closest to the door. Flailing his arms about as a yelp exited his lips, the tall athlete fell gracelessly to the hard linoleum floor.
Massaging the abused temple that he had landed on, the young man let a string of curses fly as he shifted to his knees. The action did little but worsen the feeling in his head unfortunately, and the athlete did not bother to try to move again. Well, at least he tried not to move again......
“Nakatsu!” Came a lilting voice that the athlete would never be able to ignore. With eyes opened wide and sudden jerk of his head, Nakatsu ushered in another wave of pain as he gazed upon the visage of a half-dressed Mizuki.
Nakatsu was willing to tell anyone who would listen that he was devastatingly in love with Mizuki. The small, lithe classmate was everything that he could hope for. Smart, funny, cute, and just a little naive, Ashiya Mizuki was the perfect girlfriend. There was just a slight problem with the equation, or at least there used to be, and that was the fact that Mizuki was male.
‘It’s not an all boy’s school for nothing......’ Thought Nakatsu, his mind still in a pain-induced daze. But as the tall soccer player looked upon his classmate, sprawled out below him, he could not help but notice a key problem, or lack of one, to be precise.
“Mizuki......”
Eyes scanning the delicate, flawless skin beneath him, Nakatsu took in every curve, swell, and dip of Mizuki’s body. He became entranced by Mizuki’s delicate scent, like peach blossoms really, that wafted gently through the air. He noted how beautifully the pink bra and panties went against the young student’s skin, and how the American’s soft hair just simply seemed to float gracefully like a halo, rather than fall churlishly like his own bleached disaster.
“Mizuki...”
Nakatsu did not move a muscle, he was unable to. He did not remember how to make his arms work, or he would probably have put Mizuki in them by now. All that the confused young athlete was capable of was thought, and it seemed that every nerve in his brained was trained to one thing, one notion.
......Sometimes the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred to the point where what may be undeniably real to one, may merely be a dream to the other......
“Mizuki.....” Nakatsu uttered, “You......You.....You’re a ....girl.”
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All encompassing silence filled the room. A single vibration of tension worked its way through the classroom, making skin crawl and the hairs on the back of every boy’s neck stand. Sweat dripped down the forehead of one particular student as he sank down into his seat, chocolate brown eyes wide with fear. The silence was broken momentarily as he gulped, but then, as if realizing the grave mistake he had made by creating any sound, he stopped completely, not even breathing. Then, yet again, the silence was broken, this time by the visible throbbing of the vein in Doctor Umeda’s forehead.
“What,” He snapped, the hushed tone of his voice only raising the fear each student felt to a palpable level. “do you mean when you say that you don’t understand?” The poor victim then began to open his mouth over and over again, as if he were trying to imitate a goldfish, as he tried to force a sound out of his mouth. Unable to complete the task of answering the irritable doctor’s inquiry, the student sank even lower in his chair, his hairline nearly level with the desk.
“I.....I....” He stuttered, his voice an octave higher than what one would expect for someone so large. “I......”
“Spit it out, dammit.” Replied the good doctor, clearly wishing that he was anywhere else in the world, rather than standing there, listening to the rambling of the local football hero. Running a slender, yet powerful, hand through his auburn locks, the school nurse, a.k.a. substitute teacher, sent a penetrating glare in the student’s direction, silently demanding an answer again. But it seemed that Umeda would not be receiving his answer anytime soon, as said football hero had just forcefully vacated himself from the room, an emasculating scream echoing in his wake.
“Damn idiots..... how the hell does Harata put up with them?” The physician muttered, referring to the usual psychology professor who was currently en communicato somewhere around the Hawaiian region. Waving his hand litigiously, Umeda returned to his desk, placing his hefty size thirteen, steel-toed boots upon the bureau for all to see.
“Did any of you damn cretins actually understand what I was talking about yesterday?” He demanded, mad eyes searching the room for any possible candidates. His amber hawk eyes landed upon the only bleached hair in the room.
“Nakatsu!” Umeda yelled, singling out his favorite stooge. “You tell me! What did I mean?” Momentarily stopping in his scrutiny of his interlocked fingers, Nakatsu looked up at the teacher, not at all fazed.
“You were talking about lies.” He stated, clearly as petulant as the good doctor, and then returned his undivided attention to his knuckles.
A collective intake of breath sounded throughout the room as every student stared openly at Nakatsu, mouths agape. Another vibration went throughout the room, affecting each young man, causing a swelling of energy to rise up inside of him as they all fell into silence. Then, as if a switch had been turned, voices exploded into the air, sounding their opinions frankly on the subject of their fellow’s impertinence.
He’s crazy, to stand up to a teacher like Umeda!! He’s going to get killed!!! Who knew that Nakatsu had that in him?! On and on it went, each voice get progressively louder, until full blown chaos rained supreme, a seemingly uncontrollable maelstrom taking command.
But throughout the flurry of activity, only two bodies restrained themselves. Umeda stared openly at his insolent young scholar. No discernable emotion could be seen on the man’s face for several minutes. Then, like the lighting of a candle, a small yet powerful smile crept upon his face, eyes burning with unholy glee.
Slowly, with a serpentine fluidity, the good doctor stood and silently demanded that Nakatsu follow him into the hallway. Hips swaying rhythmically to an unknown beat, Umeda exited the room, sending a glare across the edifice in the direction of his feckless fledglings, demanding unwavering obedience.
Closing the door behind him with an almost irreverent thud, the tall athlete stared up into the face of his teacher rebelliously. A cruel smirk answered him as Umeda crossed him arms. The two glowered at each other for a few more moments before Nakatsu looked away.
“So,” Sneered the physician, reveling in his triumph. “You think you figured it out, don’t you?” Eyes narrowed and a disdainful huff leaving his lips in response, Nakatsu moved to leave the hallway, but was stopped before he could even take a step away by a powerful hand grabbing hold of his shoulder.
“You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you, Nakatsu?” Umeda reiterated, a fire blazing in his eyes. “Don’t be such a damn idiot. Why do you think I had that little lesson, for shits and giggles? Face it, you don’t have a damn clue what’s going on around you. You’ve been living in some dream world where nothing can go wrong, where the power of love and crap like that prevails. Where everything’s clear cut, black and white, right and wrong. Well, the world doesn’t work that way, and it does not revolve around you. So get over it, now. Or you’re going to lose.” Pulling his shoulder free with an aggressive grunt, Nakatsu took a few steps away, unconsciously moving into a defensive position.
“Why the hell are you doing this?” He yelled, not at all concerned whether others could hear him. “Let’s face it, we all know who would ‘win.’ And when the fuck did you ever start caring about me?” He shouted, arms flailing about in an effort to expatiate his meaning.
“I do it because I can.” He replied, seemingly satisfied with the response he had procured. “Besides, this makes things far more interesting, do you think?”
Suddenly finished with the conversation, Umeda walked the few steps it took to the doorway and slid it open, letting the various students who had been a little to exuberant in their pursuit of knowledge fall around his feet. Bearing his teeth at them in a snarl, he shoved them aside and walked into the classroom. But before closing the door, the good doctor turned around and stared Nakatsu right in the eye and smirked.
“Remember, Nakatsu,” He stated. “Sometimes the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred to the point where what may be undeniably real to one, may merely be a dream to the other.” And then he closed the door with enough force to cause many other teachers to leave the safety of their rooms in search of the blasphemous noise. But all they found was a single student, staring wide-eyed at nothing.
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Like a heartbeat, the recurrent footfalls of a distressed madman could be heard echoing off the walls of Osaka High School. On he ran, without a care for those around him, pushing people to the hard ground if they stood in his way. They did not matter to him. Only one person held any importance in his mind.
‘.....Mizuki......’ Thought Nakatsu, pain gripping his heart with every thought of his fellow student, with every thought of her.
All he could think about since that incident in the locker room was Mizuki. Nakatsu had not slept a wink that night, but rather had reviewed everything he knew about her, and came to the realization that he had been an idiot. It was fairly obvious that Mizuki was a girl, now that he thought about it. Her delicate features, petite frame, and unusual mannerisms that he had just mistaken as American were a dead giveaway.
But it was not his stupidity that hurt him so. It was the fact that Ashiya Mizuki had been lying to him ever since he first met her that caused him to feel such woe. Every second he had known her had been a sham. She did not trust him, had no faith in him. Their every moment together had been a mockery of true friendship.
‘I never stood a fucking chance.’ Nakatsu thought angrily.
In someways, he could understand why Mizuki did not reveal her secret. She obviously did not want the entire school to know that she was female, or she would be expelled. But why could she not trust him? He would never do anything that would risk her departure from him, she must know that. Or maybe she had not told so she could use her supposed gender as a reason to refuse him, so she could be with him?
And then there was Sano. Sano Izumi, a fellow student who just happened to be Mizuki’s roommate, and her very reason for being in Osaka High School. He just also happened to be Nakatsu’s best friend. For him, she was the ultimate groupie. The graceful student had traveled to Japan from her home in America just to see him, to become his friend. She spent every moment she could by his side, cheering for him, defending him, doing whatever she could to help him succeed. It was so obvious she loved him.
‘Umeda’s right, I’m such a damn fool.’ Passing a few Peach trees still in bloom, Nakatsu took a left, not at all aware of where he was going.
Nakatsu knew, he knew, that Sano must know of Mizuki’s secret, too. In fact, the tall athlete was quite sure that his rival had known all along. Was it possible that maybe Mizuki told him right away, Nakatsu wondered. Why not? I would make sense. That would explain why they were always in the same bed when he came to wake them up.
‘What if they’re lovers?’
Running through a pair of doors, Nakatsu came to a screeching halt, his arms thrown wide, almost in a welcoming manner, to keep himself from falling. There, standing before him in nothing but a pair of shorts and a bra, was Mizuki.
“Nakatsu......” She uttered, her divine voice tempting him, lulling him into a sense of security. Her honey brown eyes were large with her concern, the air conditioning causing her hair to gently swirl about her, making her look ethereal. But Nakatsu was not one to fall so easily. At the sight of her, an unusual feeling started swelling inside of him, writhing like snakes in his stomach. It was a felt foreign, not at all like his customary emotions. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was feeling anger. Pure, unadulterated anger swirled inside of him, causing his pulse to quicken, his palms to sweat, and his eyes to see red. For the first time in his life, he really, really wanted to hurt something, someone.
“Mizuki” He spat, glowering at her. A look of shock and fear swept across her beautiful face, recognizing his ire for what it was. Lowering her head in shame, her gaze turned to the floor.
“......Nakatsu....” She muttered, saying his name in a way that he had never heard before. Her voice had changed. It was no longer cheerful. Now her voice sounded sorrowful, guilt-ridden. “Nakatsu ....I......I...” She stuttered, “I....I’m sorry.....”
Then, as if he had been punctured, all of his anger fled him through some unknown orifice, leaving him empty and confused, only to be replaced with another wave of wrath. Rushing forward, he grabbed her arm and looked her right in the eyes.
“How can you just say ‘I’m sorry’ and expect me to forgive you?!” He yelled, knowing that it had worked, that he had already forgiven her for lie already. “You lied to me, dammit! You can’t just expect me to get over that!”
“I know!” She cried, her eyes watering already.
“No you don’t!” He yelled, shaking her. “Dammit, Mizuki, I LOVE YOU! I love everything about you, and you know it! And you wouldn’t tell me a single fucking thing about you! Dammit, Mizuki, I thought I was gay! You let me think I was gay! Do you know what it’s like, to question everything you know about yourself, to wonder if you’ve been living a lie?! You don’t know!”
“I’m sorry, Nakatsu, I’m sorry!” She cried, nearly going limp in his arms, the way he was shaking her.
“Stop saying that!!!” He screamed, hating her for it, hating her for the way she could make him forgive her. Because he knew, he knew, without a doubt in his mind, that she would always have this power over him. He knew that this would never be some fantasy, he would always love her, and so she would always be able to control him.
But looking down at her, with her watery eyes, tears falling down her face at a breakneck speed, her cheeks red as she screamed her apologies to him, he could not help but release his anger. He never wanted to see her this way, and he certainly never wanted to be the cause of it, either.
“Mizuki.....” He said, uttering her name the way an aged monk utters a prayer. “Why....dammit, why did you lie to me?” He questioned, sounding tired.
“I.....I wanted to tell you.” She stuttered, her tears still falling. “But I-I was so afraid that you-u would be angry, like now. I would never hurt you, Nakatsu, you know that.” Looking up into his eyes, Mizuki silently pled for his forgiveness.
Giving a huff of annoyance, Nakatsu took her into his arms, holding her. He forgot how wonderful it felt to hold her. He was never given the chance to do so that often. That honor was bestowed upon Sano.
‘Hmmff’ Nakatsu thought irritably as the image of his best friend holding and comforting his beloved. How often had that happened, he wondered. Mizuki was such an emotional person, it was fairly easy for her to get into hysterics. Shaking his head, he banished the thought of the two together from his mind.
Looking down, the tall athlete could see that his petite friend had buried her face into his chest, hiding herself from him. But as a small tremor ran through her body, and a small whimper left her throat, he knew why.
“.....Mizuki.....” He said, sighing her name. “Stop crying.”
“I-I can’t” She replied, her shoulders shaking. Sighing again, the young man placed his hand on her chin and lifted her face to the light. It almost was not fair, how she could still look so amazing, even when she was crying. Yes, her eyes were as red as her cheeks, but she just looked so innocent, so helpless and alone, that Nakatsu could not help but be drawn to her. He then gently started to wipe her tears away. But it seemed that the reassuring action only caused the young maiden to bring forth more tears.
‘I’m so awful.’ Thought Mizuki, images of moments in her past when she had been, in her opinion, bothersome and reckless, causing Nakatsu pain. Nakatsu, on the other hand, did not have the faintest idea what he had done wrong.
‘Dammit,’ He swore. ‘I’m just no good at this.’ Placing his chin on her head, he took in her scent, reveling in the feelings it evoked. Moving his head down, he positioned himself so that he his mouth was near her ear. He nuzzled his nose in her locks, enjoying the softness before speaking.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded. “I don’t want to see you like this.”
“I’m awful.” She choked, her tears continuing to fall.
“You are not.” He stated forcefully. He then took her face in his hands, her tears falling onto his calloused palms, and looked her in the eyes. “Don’t ever think that.”
“But I am!” She cried. “I’ve done so many terrible things to you! You’re my best friend and I’ve lied to you! I’ve gotten you in trouble again and again, and I couldn’t even tell you who I am, who you’ve been hurting yourself for!” Nakatsu said nothing, but looked down at his loved one. It was clear to him that nothing he could say would make her feel any better. He never was one for words.
‘It was Sano who was good at this.’ He thought irritably. But he did not let himself become bogged down in his despair. If he could not console her with words, then he would just console her with actions. That was what he was good at.
Moving closer to her, Nakatsu wrapped his arm more securely around Mizuki’s waist, his large hand flat against her the small of her back. Her warmth seeped into him as her body pressed closer to his, causing a giddy sensation to run throughout his entire form, centering around his stomach and making it jump. He had forgotten how bare that she was.
Tracing her cheek with a feather-light touch, he moved it lower, taking hold of her chin. Bringing her face up to his, he bent down and placed his lips on her cheeks, his tongue exiting it’s cage to lick away her tears, becoming instantly intoxicated with her unique taste.
A soft gasp escaped her mouth, causing Nakatsu’s thoughts to drift to images of her pink, plump lips. He continued to clean her tears from her face, moving ever so slowly towards her mouth. When his mouth was just centimeters from her own, he stopped, his hot breath fanning her face.
“Mizuki.....” He drawled, his voice low and husky, causing a tremor to run through the young nymph’s form. “You’re not awful. I wouldn’t want you if you were.” And with that sentiment finished, he closed the gap between them, moving his lips against her own.
His kiss was soft and slow, but did not lack any of the passion that had been building up inside of him. The hand on her chin moved to run through her silky locks as he ran his tongue over her lower lip. His fingers lightly traced invisible patterns over her back, causing her to arch into him, trembling at the feeling of his rough, calloused skin moving like silk over her own.
As a sigh escaped her lips, Nakatsu moved his tongue inside of her small mouth. He explored the insides of her depths exuberantly, not leaving a spot untouched. Rubbing against her own tongue, he coerced her into movement, working with him to create friction between them.
Nakatsu had not meant to take his actions so far. He had only wanted to console her, to show her the infinite depths of his love and passion for her. But he simply could not help himself, when her heard her soft sigh, and took in her heavenly taste. He had wanted more.
Mizuki was quickly becoming lost in the sensations that Nakatsu was summoning inside of her like a spell. The passion that he was evoking was causing her knees to shake. With every touch, no matter how swift or light, sent her nerves on fire. Liquid heat rushed through her veins, making her feel dizzy and disconnected with reality. She never thought anyone else could make her feel like this.
A set of dark, mysterious eyes flashed through the young woman’s mind as her kiss was broken, the need for oxygen prevailing within them both. Those sinfully beautiful eyes became even darker as she was kissed again, a different angle being taken so her plump lips could be nibbled upon. A sharp gasp was emitted from her as a sudden wave of intolerable pleasure coursed through her body, leaving her shaking like a willow tree in the wind.
Every nerve in her body tingled wonderfully, leaving her breathless. Her hands shook as she raised them to Nakatsu’s head, running slender, trembling fingers through his golden hair. She never realized how .....incredible the sensation was, when she merely thought of just Nakatsu and Sano together in such a provocative manner.
Suddenly, it was if both Sano and Nakatsu were there, touching her, holding her, kissing her. Mizuki’s breath came in sharp, ragged pants as she felt Sano’s chest brush against her back, his beautiful hands running up from her hips to just below her bosom, tracing her curves with a teasing, deliberate slowness. Nakatsu kissed his way down to her neck, nipping and licking at her skin, suckling on her pulse as it quickened.
Two large hands took a hold of her breasts, each one squeezing and rolling her peaks and causing a long moan of aching desire to be retched from her throat. Mizuki had never been touched in such a way before. It was thrilling, like soaring through sky, sending her higher and higher, past the clouds and into the heavens. Then Sano’s hand started traveling lower at an oh so slow pace, causing her sensitive stomach to quiver at his exquisite touch. A sexy, dangerous smirk lighted upon his face as his fingers played with the hem of her shorts, occasionally dipping beneath the fabric to lightly trace her responsive skin.
Nakatsu then removed her sports bra, taking in the sight of her mounds, the peaks pebbled and rosy from the attention they had received. His eyes light up with a inner fire, a gorgeous grin falling into place. He then bent down and took one of the tips into his mouth, his tongue duplicating the actions he had made in her mouth. A feral groan was issued from her, her fingers holding his head in place, unwilling to give up the sensation of Nakatsu suckling on her bosom.
Suddenly Sano’s hand plunged completely into Mizuki’s shorts and panties, running his slender fingers through her folds, using her wetness as a lubricant. An excited gasp exited his parted lips as he explored her nether regions. He ran circles over her pearl, ushering moan after moan from the nymph, each one ending in a high-pitched mewl. Then he immersed two of his fingers in her heat to the hilt, loving the sounds that came from her.
Over and over, he dove his appendages inside of Mizuki, bringing her closer to her peak, closer to the heavens. Mizuki head rolled with the stimulations whirling around in her body, lights playing in front of her closed eyes. Not one to be left out, Nakatsu ran his calloused hands down her form, using his dexterous fingers to manipulate her bud in ways the young woman never dreamed possible.
“Yes.....Yes!” Mizuki cried, urging her lovers on. Suddenly, a bright light erupted in front of her closed eyes as a wave of complete and perfect pleasure worked through her. A loud moan exited her lips as wave after wave of sensation went through her, searing ever nerve in her body, and causing her to shake uncontrollably.
‘My God........ Yes!’ She thought, riding the natural high that her first orgasm had given her. Mizuki then relaxed in arms of Nakatsu, letting her body return slowly to normalcy. She did not bother to notice her lovers as they disrobed, letting their sweat-soaked clothes fall to the floor. Moving her gently, the two guided Mizuki to one of the benches and laid her down.
“Mizuki” Nakatsu purred, his voice deep and sultry. Bending down, he locked his lips with hers, drawing her tongue into his mouth and sucking on it, slowly then fiercely, heating her up once again. A mewl escaped her as Sano started removing her only articles of clothing left, kissing his way down her thighs as he stole her shorts and panties. He then worked his way back up, occasionally stopping and licking the legs that he had longed to have wrapped around him. Once reaching the apex of her thighs, he stopped and admired the treasure laid out before him.
‘God, she’s breath-taking.....’ Thought Nakatsu, eying his lover hungrily. Looking up at her face, he gasped at the look of utter delight painted on her face. His dream was finally coming true. Mizuki was his.
No longer able to take it, Sano rushed forward and tasted the essence of the woman he loved. A carnal groan was issued from his throat, his desire for her multiplying, leaving him unbelievably hard. He placed his hands on her hips to keep her from bucking, pushing his tongue inside of her heat. He continued this for some time, reveling in the sounds that he elicited from Mizuki. But he then stopped, much to his lover’s ire. He then started kissing his way up her body, stopping to pay special attention to her bosom and neck.
Sano then kissed Mizuki, a slow, yet passionate kiss that left Mizuki breathless and wanting more. But Sano did not kiss her again, but nuzzled his face into her hair and sighed her name, as if it were a prayer. He then got up and shifted Mizuki into a sitting position, taking his place behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist.
Nakatsu then sat in front of her, lifting her up as if she were lighter than air and placing her in his lap, the action bringing out a small giggle from Mizuki. Another one of Nakatsu’s beautiful smiles lighted upon his face at the sight of his Mizuki smiling and laughing, looking so incredibly happy. He kissed her neck lightly, then nuzzled her jaw, placing another small kiss there as he positioned himself to enter her. Working his way to her ear, he nibbled on the lobe, taking note of the wonderful mewl that came from his beloved at the action, and then whispered condolences to her.
A look of acceptance and determination lighted upon her beautiful face as she nodded to her lover that she was ready. Then Sano and Nakatsu both took hold of her waist and hips, raising her up slowly over Nakatsu’s member. Feeling the tip of his manhood entering her heat, Nakatsu started biting his lips, trying not to give in and pump himself forcefully into her. He moved slowly into her, stretching her walls. He then felt her maidenhead and stopped, looking into the eyes of his dearest. Seeing her consent to continue, he then took himself almost completely out of her, then rushed in, breaking her hymen.
A cry of pain escaped her, causing twin looks of concern to take place on her lovers’ handsome faces. Nakatsu stopped moving, and started nuzzling her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as Sano ran his hands over body slowly, offering a silent comfort. Mizuki let the pain wash through her, trying not to move. Her body had tensed up, making the pain worse. But, eventually, the pain started to subside, leaving a wonderful feeling of wholeness. She felt so incredible, having Nakatsu inside of her, she did not want it to end. Squeezing her muscles experimentally, Mizuki issued moans from both she and Nakatsu, bringing them closer to the edge.
Lifting her up by her hips, Nakatsu nearly took himself out her wondrous heat completely, only to pound into her forcefully, bringing his essence into her to the hilt. Over and over he went through this process, sending searing waves of white hot pleasure through them both. His rough passion elicited mewls, moans, and purrs from his lover, delight dancing upon her face. She screamed her approval, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks of her love.
“GOD YES!” Mizuki screamed, feeling Sano’s breath-taking hands ravish her body. It was all too much for her. “YES! YES!”
Mizuki was soaring. Infinite pleasure and delight coursed through her body. Her breath came out in guttural gasps, ragged from her screaming. The essence of the very sun worked its way through her veins in the place of blood. Her skin was tingling like mad, her nerves on overload. She could not last much longer under these conditions, or she would melt.
‘What a wonderful way to die......’ Mizuki thought before she fell over the edge into oblivion. A scream of utter perfection left her as her walls clamped around Nakatsu, bringing him with her to heaven as she milked him of his being. Wave after wave of euphoria ran through his trembling body. Nakatsu had never had such an intense orgasm before, one that lasted so long and took hold of his body so completely.
‘God.....I love her.....’ He thought dreamily as he floated miles above on his high, instantly harmonizing with his lover. The two then drifted down into world below slowly like a feather, every touch to their bodies sending them into the sky once again.
Opening his eyes, Nakatsu looked down upon the visage of his beloved, who had laid down upon the bench, no longer strong enough to support herself. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her hair was fanned out around her lovely face like wings, her cheeks rosy and her red, swollen lips shivering. She was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
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Jerking awake, the lithe woman sat up in her bed, one of the delicate sleeves of her nightgown making its way down her arm. Her breath was coming in short gasps as images of her dream flashed before her eyes.
‘My god.....’ Thought the gorgeous female, placing one of her lovely hands over heart, feeling her pulse and heated skin. She jumped when she felt a touch to her back. Looking over her shoulder, she took in the sleepy eyes of her husband, staring at her with concern. Smiling, the beautiful woman told him that she had been dreaming, evoking a smile so beautiful and erotic that she had to bite her lips from moaning.
Laying down in his arms, she placed her head on his chest, relaxing to the sound of his heartbeat. A sigh escaped her when her thoughts returned to her dream. The dream did nothing but confuse her.
‘What made me dream of that?’ she wondered. It had been a long time since she had been a student at Osaka High School, why would her thoughts, especially such intimate ones, turn there.
‘It makes no sense.’ Putting the thoughts out of her mind, Mizuki reached up and kissed her handsome husband and then took up her previous position, falling into a peaceful sleep.
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It’s finished, Hurrah! This took forever to complete. I’d get into this stride, then loose it and just stop. Well, anyway, tell me what you all think. Did you all get what I was going for? I hope I hit my mark, interpreting the line on a couple different levels. I also hope I left some of you confused and asking questions. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Hana-Kimi.
Reality
.....Sometimes the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred to the point where what may be undeniably real for one, may merely be a dream to the other......
That thought continued to float around like a twittering bird inside the head of the Osaka High School student who was currently making his way to the locker rooms for a much needed violent release of energy. School had once again reared it’s ugly head, calling for the youth of society to be sacrificed to appease its iniquity. This particular youth had just been forced to sit through an hour’s worth of psychology, where the topic of “reality of the mind” had butted in thanks to the amateur musings of an impudent underclassman.
‘Damn Freshman!’ He thought vehemently, ‘Thanks to him, all I can think about is that damn line the teacher kept harping on. And he expects us to actually know what it means. We’re students!’ Turbulent thoughts such as these continued on within in the athlete as he walked.
Truthfully, he was not actually angry at the teacher who had assigned the incredibly long essay about that line, though he was quite willing to ponder on a few choice methods of vengeance, or even at the punk who had brought up the topic. He was quite angry because he couldn’t help but think that the line had something to do with him.
‘I’m sure of it! That ass Umeda looked right at me when he said it!’ Thought the young man, referring to the school nurse and substitute teacher who had stated those words. ‘But what could he possibly have meant??!?! DAMMIT, WHAT DOES HE MEAN?!!?!’ Wondered the young athlete, forcing his fist through the closest object to him, this case being a peach tree. The poor adolescent was at a loss, which was a state that he, unfortunately, was becoming quite accustomed to as of late.
And as often as he had tried, the youth was unable to release these thoughts from his mind. Tumultuous ideas bounced around in his head, growing into full blown scenarios that scared the wretched young man. The fact that not only did someone that he did not particularly like have information about him that he did not, but that he may, in some form or another, be living in a fantasy upset him greatly.
How could he possibly be living in a fantasy, though? He did not live in some unhealthy dream world as everyone else passed him by. He was not some weirdo that believed in werewolves, vampires, and other such nonsense. He lived in the present. In fact, he was the kind of man who lived completely for the here and now, disregarding what his actions may hold for his future.
‘It just makes no damn sense.’ The fit young man thought, once again.
Giving up on solving the exasperating riddle of the cryptic doctor’s words, the tall athlete ran into a slight jog for the last few feet to the locker rooms in an effort to release his pent-up energy. Not bothering to slow down as he entered the doors, the adolescent was unable to stop himself from falling on top of the room’s only occupant, who just so happened to have been stationed at the locker closest to the door. Flailing his arms about as a yelp exited his lips, the tall athlete fell gracelessly to the hard linoleum floor.
Massaging the abused temple that he had landed on, the young man let a string of curses fly as he shifted to his knees. The action did little but worsen the feeling in his head unfortunately, and the athlete did not bother to try to move again. Well, at least he tried not to move again......
“Nakatsu!” Came a lilting voice that the athlete would never be able to ignore. With eyes opened wide and sudden jerk of his head, Nakatsu ushered in another wave of pain as he gazed upon the visage of a half-dressed Mizuki.
Nakatsu was willing to tell anyone who would listen that he was devastatingly in love with Mizuki. The small, lithe classmate was everything that he could hope for. Smart, funny, cute, and just a little naive, Ashiya Mizuki was the perfect girlfriend. There was just a slight problem with the equation, or at least there used to be, and that was the fact that Mizuki was male.
‘It’s not an all boy’s school for nothing......’ Thought Nakatsu, his mind still in a pain-induced daze. But as the tall soccer player looked upon his classmate, sprawled out below him, he could not help but notice a key problem, or lack of one, to be precise.
“Mizuki......”
Eyes scanning the delicate, flawless skin beneath him, Nakatsu took in every curve, swell, and dip of Mizuki’s body. He became entranced by Mizuki’s delicate scent, like peach blossoms really, that wafted gently through the air. He noted how beautifully the pink bra and panties went against the young student’s skin, and how the American’s soft hair just simply seemed to float gracefully like a halo, rather than fall churlishly like his own bleached disaster.
“Mizuki...”
Nakatsu did not move a muscle, he was unable to. He did not remember how to make his arms work, or he would probably have put Mizuki in them by now. All that the confused young athlete was capable of was thought, and it seemed that every nerve in his brained was trained to one thing, one notion.
......Sometimes the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred to the point where what may be undeniably real to one, may merely be a dream to the other......
“Mizuki.....” Nakatsu uttered, “You......You.....You’re a ....girl.”
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All encompassing silence filled the room. A single vibration of tension worked its way through the classroom, making skin crawl and the hairs on the back of every boy’s neck stand. Sweat dripped down the forehead of one particular student as he sank down into his seat, chocolate brown eyes wide with fear. The silence was broken momentarily as he gulped, but then, as if realizing the grave mistake he had made by creating any sound, he stopped completely, not even breathing. Then, yet again, the silence was broken, this time by the visible throbbing of the vein in Doctor Umeda’s forehead.
“What,” He snapped, the hushed tone of his voice only raising the fear each student felt to a palpable level. “do you mean when you say that you don’t understand?” The poor victim then began to open his mouth over and over again, as if he were trying to imitate a goldfish, as he tried to force a sound out of his mouth. Unable to complete the task of answering the irritable doctor’s inquiry, the student sank even lower in his chair, his hairline nearly level with the desk.
“I.....I....” He stuttered, his voice an octave higher than what one would expect for someone so large. “I......”
“Spit it out, dammit.” Replied the good doctor, clearly wishing that he was anywhere else in the world, rather than standing there, listening to the rambling of the local football hero. Running a slender, yet powerful, hand through his auburn locks, the school nurse, a.k.a. substitute teacher, sent a penetrating glare in the student’s direction, silently demanding an answer again. But it seemed that Umeda would not be receiving his answer anytime soon, as said football hero had just forcefully vacated himself from the room, an emasculating scream echoing in his wake.
“Damn idiots..... how the hell does Harata put up with them?” The physician muttered, referring to the usual psychology professor who was currently en communicato somewhere around the Hawaiian region. Waving his hand litigiously, Umeda returned to his desk, placing his hefty size thirteen, steel-toed boots upon the bureau for all to see.
“Did any of you damn cretins actually understand what I was talking about yesterday?” He demanded, mad eyes searching the room for any possible candidates. His amber hawk eyes landed upon the only bleached hair in the room.
“Nakatsu!” Umeda yelled, singling out his favorite stooge. “You tell me! What did I mean?” Momentarily stopping in his scrutiny of his interlocked fingers, Nakatsu looked up at the teacher, not at all fazed.
“You were talking about lies.” He stated, clearly as petulant as the good doctor, and then returned his undivided attention to his knuckles.
A collective intake of breath sounded throughout the room as every student stared openly at Nakatsu, mouths agape. Another vibration went throughout the room, affecting each young man, causing a swelling of energy to rise up inside of him as they all fell into silence. Then, as if a switch had been turned, voices exploded into the air, sounding their opinions frankly on the subject of their fellow’s impertinence.
He’s crazy, to stand up to a teacher like Umeda!! He’s going to get killed!!! Who knew that Nakatsu had that in him?! On and on it went, each voice get progressively louder, until full blown chaos rained supreme, a seemingly uncontrollable maelstrom taking command.
But throughout the flurry of activity, only two bodies restrained themselves. Umeda stared openly at his insolent young scholar. No discernable emotion could be seen on the man’s face for several minutes. Then, like the lighting of a candle, a small yet powerful smile crept upon his face, eyes burning with unholy glee.
Slowly, with a serpentine fluidity, the good doctor stood and silently demanded that Nakatsu follow him into the hallway. Hips swaying rhythmically to an unknown beat, Umeda exited the room, sending a glare across the edifice in the direction of his feckless fledglings, demanding unwavering obedience.
Closing the door behind him with an almost irreverent thud, the tall athlete stared up into the face of his teacher rebelliously. A cruel smirk answered him as Umeda crossed him arms. The two glowered at each other for a few more moments before Nakatsu looked away.
“So,” Sneered the physician, reveling in his triumph. “You think you figured it out, don’t you?” Eyes narrowed and a disdainful huff leaving his lips in response, Nakatsu moved to leave the hallway, but was stopped before he could even take a step away by a powerful hand grabbing hold of his shoulder.
“You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you, Nakatsu?” Umeda reiterated, a fire blazing in his eyes. “Don’t be such a damn idiot. Why do you think I had that little lesson, for shits and giggles? Face it, you don’t have a damn clue what’s going on around you. You’ve been living in some dream world where nothing can go wrong, where the power of love and crap like that prevails. Where everything’s clear cut, black and white, right and wrong. Well, the world doesn’t work that way, and it does not revolve around you. So get over it, now. Or you’re going to lose.” Pulling his shoulder free with an aggressive grunt, Nakatsu took a few steps away, unconsciously moving into a defensive position.
“Why the hell are you doing this?” He yelled, not at all concerned whether others could hear him. “Let’s face it, we all know who would ‘win.’ And when the fuck did you ever start caring about me?” He shouted, arms flailing about in an effort to expatiate his meaning.
“I do it because I can.” He replied, seemingly satisfied with the response he had procured. “Besides, this makes things far more interesting, do you think?”
Suddenly finished with the conversation, Umeda walked the few steps it took to the doorway and slid it open, letting the various students who had been a little to exuberant in their pursuit of knowledge fall around his feet. Bearing his teeth at them in a snarl, he shoved them aside and walked into the classroom. But before closing the door, the good doctor turned around and stared Nakatsu right in the eye and smirked.
“Remember, Nakatsu,” He stated. “Sometimes the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred to the point where what may be undeniably real to one, may merely be a dream to the other.” And then he closed the door with enough force to cause many other teachers to leave the safety of their rooms in search of the blasphemous noise. But all they found was a single student, staring wide-eyed at nothing.
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Like a heartbeat, the recurrent footfalls of a distressed madman could be heard echoing off the walls of Osaka High School. On he ran, without a care for those around him, pushing people to the hard ground if they stood in his way. They did not matter to him. Only one person held any importance in his mind.
‘.....Mizuki......’ Thought Nakatsu, pain gripping his heart with every thought of his fellow student, with every thought of her.
All he could think about since that incident in the locker room was Mizuki. Nakatsu had not slept a wink that night, but rather had reviewed everything he knew about her, and came to the realization that he had been an idiot. It was fairly obvious that Mizuki was a girl, now that he thought about it. Her delicate features, petite frame, and unusual mannerisms that he had just mistaken as American were a dead giveaway.
But it was not his stupidity that hurt him so. It was the fact that Ashiya Mizuki had been lying to him ever since he first met her that caused him to feel such woe. Every second he had known her had been a sham. She did not trust him, had no faith in him. Their every moment together had been a mockery of true friendship.
‘I never stood a fucking chance.’ Nakatsu thought angrily.
In someways, he could understand why Mizuki did not reveal her secret. She obviously did not want the entire school to know that she was female, or she would be expelled. But why could she not trust him? He would never do anything that would risk her departure from him, she must know that. Or maybe she had not told so she could use her supposed gender as a reason to refuse him, so she could be with him?
And then there was Sano. Sano Izumi, a fellow student who just happened to be Mizuki’s roommate, and her very reason for being in Osaka High School. He just also happened to be Nakatsu’s best friend. For him, she was the ultimate groupie. The graceful student had traveled to Japan from her home in America just to see him, to become his friend. She spent every moment she could by his side, cheering for him, defending him, doing whatever she could to help him succeed. It was so obvious she loved him.
‘Umeda’s right, I’m such a damn fool.’ Passing a few Peach trees still in bloom, Nakatsu took a left, not at all aware of where he was going.
Nakatsu knew, he knew, that Sano must know of Mizuki’s secret, too. In fact, the tall athlete was quite sure that his rival had known all along. Was it possible that maybe Mizuki told him right away, Nakatsu wondered. Why not? I would make sense. That would explain why they were always in the same bed when he came to wake them up.
‘What if they’re lovers?’
Running through a pair of doors, Nakatsu came to a screeching halt, his arms thrown wide, almost in a welcoming manner, to keep himself from falling. There, standing before him in nothing but a pair of shorts and a bra, was Mizuki.
“Nakatsu......” She uttered, her divine voice tempting him, lulling him into a sense of security. Her honey brown eyes were large with her concern, the air conditioning causing her hair to gently swirl about her, making her look ethereal. But Nakatsu was not one to fall so easily. At the sight of her, an unusual feeling started swelling inside of him, writhing like snakes in his stomach. It was a felt foreign, not at all like his customary emotions. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was feeling anger. Pure, unadulterated anger swirled inside of him, causing his pulse to quicken, his palms to sweat, and his eyes to see red. For the first time in his life, he really, really wanted to hurt something, someone.
“Mizuki” He spat, glowering at her. A look of shock and fear swept across her beautiful face, recognizing his ire for what it was. Lowering her head in shame, her gaze turned to the floor.
“......Nakatsu....” She muttered, saying his name in a way that he had never heard before. Her voice had changed. It was no longer cheerful. Now her voice sounded sorrowful, guilt-ridden. “Nakatsu ....I......I...” She stuttered, “I....I’m sorry.....”
Then, as if he had been punctured, all of his anger fled him through some unknown orifice, leaving him empty and confused, only to be replaced with another wave of wrath. Rushing forward, he grabbed her arm and looked her right in the eyes.
“How can you just say ‘I’m sorry’ and expect me to forgive you?!” He yelled, knowing that it had worked, that he had already forgiven her for lie already. “You lied to me, dammit! You can’t just expect me to get over that!”
“I know!” She cried, her eyes watering already.
“No you don’t!” He yelled, shaking her. “Dammit, Mizuki, I LOVE YOU! I love everything about you, and you know it! And you wouldn’t tell me a single fucking thing about you! Dammit, Mizuki, I thought I was gay! You let me think I was gay! Do you know what it’s like, to question everything you know about yourself, to wonder if you’ve been living a lie?! You don’t know!”
“I’m sorry, Nakatsu, I’m sorry!” She cried, nearly going limp in his arms, the way he was shaking her.
“Stop saying that!!!” He screamed, hating her for it, hating her for the way she could make him forgive her. Because he knew, he knew, without a doubt in his mind, that she would always have this power over him. He knew that this would never be some fantasy, he would always love her, and so she would always be able to control him.
But looking down at her, with her watery eyes, tears falling down her face at a breakneck speed, her cheeks red as she screamed her apologies to him, he could not help but release his anger. He never wanted to see her this way, and he certainly never wanted to be the cause of it, either.
“Mizuki.....” He said, uttering her name the way an aged monk utters a prayer. “Why....dammit, why did you lie to me?” He questioned, sounding tired.
“I.....I wanted to tell you.” She stuttered, her tears still falling. “But I-I was so afraid that you-u would be angry, like now. I would never hurt you, Nakatsu, you know that.” Looking up into his eyes, Mizuki silently pled for his forgiveness.
Giving a huff of annoyance, Nakatsu took her into his arms, holding her. He forgot how wonderful it felt to hold her. He was never given the chance to do so that often. That honor was bestowed upon Sano.
‘Hmmff’ Nakatsu thought irritably as the image of his best friend holding and comforting his beloved. How often had that happened, he wondered. Mizuki was such an emotional person, it was fairly easy for her to get into hysterics. Shaking his head, he banished the thought of the two together from his mind.
Looking down, the tall athlete could see that his petite friend had buried her face into his chest, hiding herself from him. But as a small tremor ran through her body, and a small whimper left her throat, he knew why.
“.....Mizuki.....” He said, sighing her name. “Stop crying.”
“I-I can’t” She replied, her shoulders shaking. Sighing again, the young man placed his hand on her chin and lifted her face to the light. It almost was not fair, how she could still look so amazing, even when she was crying. Yes, her eyes were as red as her cheeks, but she just looked so innocent, so helpless and alone, that Nakatsu could not help but be drawn to her. He then gently started to wipe her tears away. But it seemed that the reassuring action only caused the young maiden to bring forth more tears.
‘I’m so awful.’ Thought Mizuki, images of moments in her past when she had been, in her opinion, bothersome and reckless, causing Nakatsu pain. Nakatsu, on the other hand, did not have the faintest idea what he had done wrong.
‘Dammit,’ He swore. ‘I’m just no good at this.’ Placing his chin on her head, he took in her scent, reveling in the feelings it evoked. Moving his head down, he positioned himself so that he his mouth was near her ear. He nuzzled his nose in her locks, enjoying the softness before speaking.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded. “I don’t want to see you like this.”
“I’m awful.” She choked, her tears continuing to fall.
“You are not.” He stated forcefully. He then took her face in his hands, her tears falling onto his calloused palms, and looked her in the eyes. “Don’t ever think that.”
“But I am!” She cried. “I’ve done so many terrible things to you! You’re my best friend and I’ve lied to you! I’ve gotten you in trouble again and again, and I couldn’t even tell you who I am, who you’ve been hurting yourself for!” Nakatsu said nothing, but looked down at his loved one. It was clear to him that nothing he could say would make her feel any better. He never was one for words.
‘It was Sano who was good at this.’ He thought irritably. But he did not let himself become bogged down in his despair. If he could not console her with words, then he would just console her with actions. That was what he was good at.
Moving closer to her, Nakatsu wrapped his arm more securely around Mizuki’s waist, his large hand flat against her the small of her back. Her warmth seeped into him as her body pressed closer to his, causing a giddy sensation to run throughout his entire form, centering around his stomach and making it jump. He had forgotten how bare that she was.
Tracing her cheek with a feather-light touch, he moved it lower, taking hold of her chin. Bringing her face up to his, he bent down and placed his lips on her cheeks, his tongue exiting it’s cage to lick away her tears, becoming instantly intoxicated with her unique taste.
A soft gasp escaped her mouth, causing Nakatsu’s thoughts to drift to images of her pink, plump lips. He continued to clean her tears from her face, moving ever so slowly towards her mouth. When his mouth was just centimeters from her own, he stopped, his hot breath fanning her face.
“Mizuki.....” He drawled, his voice low and husky, causing a tremor to run through the young nymph’s form. “You’re not awful. I wouldn’t want you if you were.” And with that sentiment finished, he closed the gap between them, moving his lips against her own.
His kiss was soft and slow, but did not lack any of the passion that had been building up inside of him. The hand on her chin moved to run through her silky locks as he ran his tongue over her lower lip. His fingers lightly traced invisible patterns over her back, causing her to arch into him, trembling at the feeling of his rough, calloused skin moving like silk over her own.
As a sigh escaped her lips, Nakatsu moved his tongue inside of her small mouth. He explored the insides of her depths exuberantly, not leaving a spot untouched. Rubbing against her own tongue, he coerced her into movement, working with him to create friction between them.
Nakatsu had not meant to take his actions so far. He had only wanted to console her, to show her the infinite depths of his love and passion for her. But he simply could not help himself, when her heard her soft sigh, and took in her heavenly taste. He had wanted more.
Mizuki was quickly becoming lost in the sensations that Nakatsu was summoning inside of her like a spell. The passion that he was evoking was causing her knees to shake. With every touch, no matter how swift or light, sent her nerves on fire. Liquid heat rushed through her veins, making her feel dizzy and disconnected with reality. She never thought anyone else could make her feel like this.
A set of dark, mysterious eyes flashed through the young woman’s mind as her kiss was broken, the need for oxygen prevailing within them both. Those sinfully beautiful eyes became even darker as she was kissed again, a different angle being taken so her plump lips could be nibbled upon. A sharp gasp was emitted from her as a sudden wave of intolerable pleasure coursed through her body, leaving her shaking like a willow tree in the wind.
Every nerve in her body tingled wonderfully, leaving her breathless. Her hands shook as she raised them to Nakatsu’s head, running slender, trembling fingers through his golden hair. She never realized how .....incredible the sensation was, when she merely thought of just Nakatsu and Sano together in such a provocative manner.
Suddenly, it was if both Sano and Nakatsu were there, touching her, holding her, kissing her. Mizuki’s breath came in sharp, ragged pants as she felt Sano’s chest brush against her back, his beautiful hands running up from her hips to just below her bosom, tracing her curves with a teasing, deliberate slowness. Nakatsu kissed his way down to her neck, nipping and licking at her skin, suckling on her pulse as it quickened.
Two large hands took a hold of her breasts, each one squeezing and rolling her peaks and causing a long moan of aching desire to be retched from her throat. Mizuki had never been touched in such a way before. It was thrilling, like soaring through sky, sending her higher and higher, past the clouds and into the heavens. Then Sano’s hand started traveling lower at an oh so slow pace, causing her sensitive stomach to quiver at his exquisite touch. A sexy, dangerous smirk lighted upon his face as his fingers played with the hem of her shorts, occasionally dipping beneath the fabric to lightly trace her responsive skin.
Nakatsu then removed her sports bra, taking in the sight of her mounds, the peaks pebbled and rosy from the attention they had received. His eyes light up with a inner fire, a gorgeous grin falling into place. He then bent down and took one of the tips into his mouth, his tongue duplicating the actions he had made in her mouth. A feral groan was issued from her, her fingers holding his head in place, unwilling to give up the sensation of Nakatsu suckling on her bosom.
Suddenly Sano’s hand plunged completely into Mizuki’s shorts and panties, running his slender fingers through her folds, using her wetness as a lubricant. An excited gasp exited his parted lips as he explored her nether regions. He ran circles over her pearl, ushering moan after moan from the nymph, each one ending in a high-pitched mewl. Then he immersed two of his fingers in her heat to the hilt, loving the sounds that came from her.
Over and over, he dove his appendages inside of Mizuki, bringing her closer to her peak, closer to the heavens. Mizuki head rolled with the stimulations whirling around in her body, lights playing in front of her closed eyes. Not one to be left out, Nakatsu ran his calloused hands down her form, using his dexterous fingers to manipulate her bud in ways the young woman never dreamed possible.
“Yes.....Yes!” Mizuki cried, urging her lovers on. Suddenly, a bright light erupted in front of her closed eyes as a wave of complete and perfect pleasure worked through her. A loud moan exited her lips as wave after wave of sensation went through her, searing ever nerve in her body, and causing her to shake uncontrollably.
‘My God........ Yes!’ She thought, riding the natural high that her first orgasm had given her. Mizuki then relaxed in arms of Nakatsu, letting her body return slowly to normalcy. She did not bother to notice her lovers as they disrobed, letting their sweat-soaked clothes fall to the floor. Moving her gently, the two guided Mizuki to one of the benches and laid her down.
“Mizuki” Nakatsu purred, his voice deep and sultry. Bending down, he locked his lips with hers, drawing her tongue into his mouth and sucking on it, slowly then fiercely, heating her up once again. A mewl escaped her as Sano started removing her only articles of clothing left, kissing his way down her thighs as he stole her shorts and panties. He then worked his way back up, occasionally stopping and licking the legs that he had longed to have wrapped around him. Once reaching the apex of her thighs, he stopped and admired the treasure laid out before him.
‘God, she’s breath-taking.....’ Thought Nakatsu, eying his lover hungrily. Looking up at her face, he gasped at the look of utter delight painted on her face. His dream was finally coming true. Mizuki was his.
No longer able to take it, Sano rushed forward and tasted the essence of the woman he loved. A carnal groan was issued from his throat, his desire for her multiplying, leaving him unbelievably hard. He placed his hands on her hips to keep her from bucking, pushing his tongue inside of her heat. He continued this for some time, reveling in the sounds that he elicited from Mizuki. But he then stopped, much to his lover’s ire. He then started kissing his way up her body, stopping to pay special attention to her bosom and neck.
Sano then kissed Mizuki, a slow, yet passionate kiss that left Mizuki breathless and wanting more. But Sano did not kiss her again, but nuzzled his face into her hair and sighed her name, as if it were a prayer. He then got up and shifted Mizuki into a sitting position, taking his place behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist.
Nakatsu then sat in front of her, lifting her up as if she were lighter than air and placing her in his lap, the action bringing out a small giggle from Mizuki. Another one of Nakatsu’s beautiful smiles lighted upon his face at the sight of his Mizuki smiling and laughing, looking so incredibly happy. He kissed her neck lightly, then nuzzled her jaw, placing another small kiss there as he positioned himself to enter her. Working his way to her ear, he nibbled on the lobe, taking note of the wonderful mewl that came from his beloved at the action, and then whispered condolences to her.
A look of acceptance and determination lighted upon her beautiful face as she nodded to her lover that she was ready. Then Sano and Nakatsu both took hold of her waist and hips, raising her up slowly over Nakatsu’s member. Feeling the tip of his manhood entering her heat, Nakatsu started biting his lips, trying not to give in and pump himself forcefully into her. He moved slowly into her, stretching her walls. He then felt her maidenhead and stopped, looking into the eyes of his dearest. Seeing her consent to continue, he then took himself almost completely out of her, then rushed in, breaking her hymen.
A cry of pain escaped her, causing twin looks of concern to take place on her lovers’ handsome faces. Nakatsu stopped moving, and started nuzzling her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as Sano ran his hands over body slowly, offering a silent comfort. Mizuki let the pain wash through her, trying not to move. Her body had tensed up, making the pain worse. But, eventually, the pain started to subside, leaving a wonderful feeling of wholeness. She felt so incredible, having Nakatsu inside of her, she did not want it to end. Squeezing her muscles experimentally, Mizuki issued moans from both she and Nakatsu, bringing them closer to the edge.
Lifting her up by her hips, Nakatsu nearly took himself out her wondrous heat completely, only to pound into her forcefully, bringing his essence into her to the hilt. Over and over he went through this process, sending searing waves of white hot pleasure through them both. His rough passion elicited mewls, moans, and purrs from his lover, delight dancing upon her face. She screamed her approval, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks of her love.
“GOD YES!” Mizuki screamed, feeling Sano’s breath-taking hands ravish her body. It was all too much for her. “YES! YES!”
Mizuki was soaring. Infinite pleasure and delight coursed through her body. Her breath came out in guttural gasps, ragged from her screaming. The essence of the very sun worked its way through her veins in the place of blood. Her skin was tingling like mad, her nerves on overload. She could not last much longer under these conditions, or she would melt.
‘What a wonderful way to die......’ Mizuki thought before she fell over the edge into oblivion. A scream of utter perfection left her as her walls clamped around Nakatsu, bringing him with her to heaven as she milked him of his being. Wave after wave of euphoria ran through his trembling body. Nakatsu had never had such an intense orgasm before, one that lasted so long and took hold of his body so completely.
‘God.....I love her.....’ He thought dreamily as he floated miles above on his high, instantly harmonizing with his lover. The two then drifted down into world below slowly like a feather, every touch to their bodies sending them into the sky once again.
Opening his eyes, Nakatsu looked down upon the visage of his beloved, who had laid down upon the bench, no longer strong enough to support herself. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her hair was fanned out around her lovely face like wings, her cheeks rosy and her red, swollen lips shivering. She was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
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Jerking awake, the lithe woman sat up in her bed, one of the delicate sleeves of her nightgown making its way down her arm. Her breath was coming in short gasps as images of her dream flashed before her eyes.
‘My god.....’ Thought the gorgeous female, placing one of her lovely hands over heart, feeling her pulse and heated skin. She jumped when she felt a touch to her back. Looking over her shoulder, she took in the sleepy eyes of her husband, staring at her with concern. Smiling, the beautiful woman told him that she had been dreaming, evoking a smile so beautiful and erotic that she had to bite her lips from moaning.
Laying down in his arms, she placed her head on his chest, relaxing to the sound of his heartbeat. A sigh escaped her when her thoughts returned to her dream. The dream did nothing but confuse her.
‘What made me dream of that?’ she wondered. It had been a long time since she had been a student at Osaka High School, why would her thoughts, especially such intimate ones, turn there.
‘It makes no sense.’ Putting the thoughts out of her mind, Mizuki reached up and kissed her handsome husband and then took up her previous position, falling into a peaceful sleep.
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It’s finished, Hurrah! This took forever to complete. I’d get into this stride, then loose it and just stop. Well, anyway, tell me what you all think. Did you all get what I was going for? I hope I hit my mark, interpreting the line on a couple different levels. I also hope I left some of you confused and asking questions. Tell me what you think.