InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bankotsu&Kitra: The Begining ❯ nineteen ( Chapter 19 )
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By: kittyb78 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.27.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 127 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.27.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 127 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha! I do own Kitra, Darius, Kou, Kio, Nenji, and Tao, Jumal and the plot, and story line..... There. I said it. (sighs)
I want give a very special Thank you to Frog Lady for her wonderful ideas, and being such a loyal reviewer! As well as to Yuti-Chan for her continued reviews!:)
Chapter 19:
One year later: With Kitra and Darius:
They’d just arrived at the headman’s festival as Jumal and Lissa were getting food.
Kitra wasn’t really in the mood to eat as she was nervous of how things would go tonight. Darius held her hand soothing, “It’ll be alright Kit,” as he kissed her cheek trying to calm her nerves.
Kitra nodded and squeezed his hand before sighing. The headman made his way to the center of the crowd and asked for everyone’s attention.
Kitra gulped nervously as she dreaded the next sentence that would come from his mouth.
Standing tall and proud the headman said, “As you all know, it’s time for my son to settle down. He has chosen his bride and she’s in attendance here tonight.”
Motioning for Kou to step up beside him, the headman continued, “My son has made his decision and now it’s time to announce it to everyone,” stepping back to allow Kou to announce the good news himself.
Kou smiled thanking his father and spotting his red haired beauty motioned for her to join him. Kitra looked at Darius, who nodded. She sighed and slowly made her way to Kou’s side whishing she was anywhere but there.
Kou grinned and his eyes lit with pride as she made her way to his side. She was in a pale yellow kimono tonight and her hair fell over her right shoulder in a single braid.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Kitra stood at his side and tried not to wince when his arm snagged her waist, pulling her into his side.
Kou smirked finishing, “As you all know Kitra has held my heart since we were kids. Tonight I’m pleased to announce she will become my bride in one year’s time. Please everyone, enjoy the festivities.”
Turning to Kitra, he kissed her cheek and led her towards the dancing area. She reluctantly allowed him to lead her to the area and they began dancing.
Darius watched him like a hawk as he danced with his sister. His jaw was clenched as he noticed the way she was pretending interest in whatever Kou was talking about.
Kio walked up behind him and said, “Well now, I wonder how happy she really is about all of this?” smugness in his tone.
Darius whirled to face him and angrily snapped, “Shut the fuck up Kio!” glaring at him.
Lissa nervously asked Darius to dance with her, and he agreed, sweeping her into the crowd.
Kio scowled for another two years yet he couldn’t announce his bride, but he’d already made his decision as well. He couldn’t have Kitra; she was officially engaged to his brother now, so he would have Lissa. He stood there seething as he watched Lissa laughing and dancing with Darius.
With Kou and Kitra:
Kou was absolutely on cloud nine as he held her fully developed body against his own and they moved to the music. His heart soared, after years of waiting she was finally in his arms. He’d come out on top at last- Kitra was his fiancée.
He whispered in her ear, “I hope you’re as excited as I am my sweet. This next year I plan to make you fall madly in love with me, and by this time next year we will be married.” reaching up to undo her braid before sweeping her around the dance area.
Kitra shivered at his nearness, trying hard to hide her revulsion as his hand swept into her hair. This was the one place she’d never wanted to be. Remembering her and Darius’s plans, she forced a smile on her face and answered, “As long as you make me happy Kou, I’ll keep you happy.”
He laughed. “Ah my fiery beauty speaks at last. Rest assured Kitra my sweet; I’ll make you the happiest woman alive.” placing a chaste kiss on her cheek as he caught Darius’s warning glare.
Kitra fought against her nauseous stomach and forced a smile to her face replying, “I’m sure you will Kou.” as he continued twirling her around the dancing couples.
Possessiveness entered his eyes, as he watched her silky locks of flame dance around her slender face and fall to her waist. A few tendrils fell across her cleavage. His eyes lit with masculine pleasure as he carefully brushed them behind her ear, lightly skimming her breast.
She sent him a warning glace as her eyes darted to Darius, then back to Kou. He chuckled assuring, “Relax love, I wouldn’t soil your honor for anything in the world now.”
Huffing she thought disbelievingly, “Like you didn’t try to years ago?” but simply nodded to him.
Kou announced, “Tomorrow evening you and Darius will pack your things and move into the villa. You will have your own room with his next to yours. I swear to you my sweet; I have no intention of dishonoring you in anyway.” Kitra sighed nodding, as he held her close and led her towards one of the trees.
Darius walked over and asked, “Is everything okay?” staring directly at his sister. Kitra nodded.
Kou explained, “I was just telling Kitra, tomorrow you two will pack your belongings and move into the villa.”
Darius nodded assuring, “We’ll be ready,” as he looked back to his sister, who also nodded.
Kou smiled. “Good, I’ll expect you two and the wagon back by sunset tomorrow.” Before leading Kitra back to the dancing crowd.
Lissa walked over to Darius and asked, “Is everything alright?” concern for her friends in her eyes.
Darius assured, “Just fine,” smiling at her as Jumal showed up.
For the rest of the night whenever any man, even Darius asked Kitra to dance, Kou made it clear she was only to dance with him. Kitra wasn’t happy about this, but bit her tongue and remained quiet, when Darius sent her a silent warning to abide by the decision.
She knew he wanted Kou to think he’d won and they would wed for as long as possible, before they made their break. As hard as it was, she held her tongue and stomached the revolting touches, as best she could.
Once the night was over, Darius and Kitra walked back to their cabin and began silently packing their belongings. She hid her silver hair set and her father’s katana beneath her clothes. She packed her small collections and her sewing materials as well as her clothes.
Darius packed his weapons and his clothes, taking only what was needed. After Kitra fell asleep, he carefully hid Bankotsu’s belongings for safe keeping, not trusting Kou not to have had them followed and planning to burn the place down.
Once Bankotsu’s things were safely buried, Darius loaded his and Kitra’s belongings into the wagon that had been entrusted to them. He took down the clothesline from outside and stored it up on one of the shelves he’d built when she’d withdrawn into herself after Bankotsu’s banishment.
For the first time, in a long time, he allowed himself the luxury of missing his best friend and wondering if he was really okay. He knew better than anyone what Bankotsu was capable of doing and what he would do in order to survive. He’d fought right alongside Bankotsu all their years of serving the headman together.
He wasn’t kidding when he’d told Kitra Bankotsu could handle himself, and would do whatever was needed to survive. He loved the man like a brother, and knew without a doubt they hadn’t seen the last of him.
After his trip down memory lane, Darius turned his mind to working on his current dilemma- how exactly to free himself and Kitra from that blasted contract, before the wedding could take place. Kou had already made it clear they weren’t to leave the village for any reason without his guards beside them.
He’d even considered sneaking off with her now, but the rustling outside nullified that. Standing up he walked outside, sword drawn and ordered, “Show yourself- now!” as the sun began to rise.
Two guards lead by Nenji held up their hands in a defensive position. Nenji smirked, “Kou wanted me to ensure you two made it safely to the villa.”
Darius scowled arguing, “I’m more than capable of protecting her, ya know?” insulted by the insinuation that he’d allow his sister to be harmed.
Nenji chuckled correcting, “More or less he was worried you’d go back on your word and try leaving.” eyes serious.
Darius’s scowl deepened as he hissed, “That pretentious little fuck dares doubt my honor!?” emerald eyes blazing furiously.
Nenji grinned, “Relax Darius, he’s just anxious to have his bride to be and her brother safe and sound.” he ordered his men to take the wagon back to the villa.
Darius hissed, “Not until Kitra and I are both up. I’ll get her now and we can leave.” Replacing his sword at his hip and slipping his sister into his strong arms. She nuzzled into his warm chest, mumbling sleepily, before falling into a deeper sleep.
Nenji nodded and ordered the wagon taken to the villa where he would meet them with Darius.
The guards nodded and led the cart back to the villa. Darius hissed, “Kou will regret doubting my honor.” As he held his beloved sister protectively to his chest and stormed up the path.
Nenji smirked falling into step beside him and soothed, “He’s merely anxious is all. He really does love her you know? He always has.” wanting the man to understand his friend’s intentions.
Darius snorted disbelievingly and hissed, “If he loved her, he wouldn’t have made her so miserable these last few years, and he wouldn’t have tried to rape her that night,” his grip unconsciously tightened on Kitra, who protested with a whimper in her sleep.
Darius sighed and loosened his grip after seeing her frown and continued walking towards the villa.
At the villa:
Darius stepped into the door, seeing all of their belongings already waiting for them. He gently placed his waking sister on her feet and she knelt beside her boxes making sure everything was still there.
Rubbing her eyes sleepily she asked, “What happened Dar? I thought we’d move in tonight, not this morning?”
Walking up, Kou answered, “That’s my fault dearest. I’m afraid I was so excited to have you here, I sent my guards to escort you two and your stuff here before the sun even rose.”
Knowing it couldn’t be undone, Kitra nodded and asked, “Darius what about mom’s garden?”
Darius assured, “Lissa and Ju will look after it when I’m away.” Kitra smiled glad that her mother’s garden would still get tended to.
Kou ordered Kitra and Darius’s belongings to be taken to their rooms and led them towards the dining hall.
On the way he decided now was as good a time as any to lay down the ground rules. He knew the women of the village despised Kitra and he intended to keep her safe, as well as to ensure she stayed here.
Facing his future wife he decreed seriously, “Kitra, you are to go nowhere outside of this villa without a minimum of three of my best guards to accompany you at all times. Tao, Nenji, and either Darius or Jumal.”
Seeing the fear in her eyes he assured, “Tao and Nenji know you’re mine and are to be protected at all times. They won’t so much as lay a single finger on you.” eyes hard as slate.
Kitra nodded nervously, grateful at least Darius or Jumal would always be present. She wasn’t happy about this, but she understood it was part of the ‘agreement’ as her brother had explained the need to keep up the faced that they were cooperating.
Kou added, “You’re due a wardrobe change as well. I don’t want to see you in anything but kimonos from now on.” Snapping his fingers, he held out his hand and one of the newest recruits handed him a silky fabric. He thrust it at her and showed her to her room so she could change.
Kitra growled snatching the material and stormed into the room, slamming the door as she undressed and returned scowling at him hissing, “No way in hell! You get me some real clothes Kou!” eyes nearly as red as her luminous hair.
Kou chuckled, “Now, now, my sweet. Those are real clothes, and I expect to see you in them every day. You have a closet full of them so plenty to choose from.”
Kitra hissed, “Fine, I’ll just get my own damn clothes!” moving towards her boxes.
Kou snapped his fingers and two of his guards snatched up her clothing and carried it outside.
Outraged she demanded, “What the hell are you guys doing?! Put those back- now!” flames in her eyes.
Kou ordered, “Burn all the clothes!” as he held her back.
Darius glared at Kou ordering, “Enough Kou,” as he approached the man, yanking his sister free from his grasp.
Kitra’s horror filled scream rent the air as she tried to run toward the fire, but Darius held her back as she sobbed into his chest.
Sending Kou a death glare, Darius soothed Kitra and escorted her to her room. She locked herself in her room and quickly hid her gift from Bankotsu, and her father’s sword both under the bed. At least she’d had the foresight to hide them before storming out in this sham of a garment.
Darius locked himself in his own room and tried to reconcile himself to living at the villa.
Kou smirked as he continued to watch the clothes from her horrid past go up in flames. Along with all of her sewing, he didn’t want any reminders of Bankotsu in his home.
Turning on his heel, he entered the villa and went about his daily duties, allowing Kitra this one day to sulk.
The next morning:
After breakfast, Kou escorted Kitra to the gardens and backed her up against the tree, forcing his tongue into her mouth and halfway down her throat. Fighting back the need to gag, she clamped her teeth down hard enough for him to jerk his tongue out and glare at her. She slapped him and hissed, “No!”
Holding his stinging cheek, Kou hissed, “Need I remind you that you are now my fiancée?” voice dropping a notch, he warned angrily, “If you wish for your precious brother to remain here with us, instead of being banished, you’d better start behaving Kitra!” promise of retaliation dark in his eyes if she was to defy him again.
Kitra sighed and lowered her head in defeat. Without Darius she’d be completely defenseless against this madman. She whispered contritely, “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t ready for you to kiss me yet. I’m still adjusting to the fact that we’re engaged now.”
Kou sighed, “It’s alright. I suppose I was moving a little fast.” as he hooked his finger under her chin.
Darius showed up asking, “Everything okay in here?” as he munched on some of the fresh bread. Kitra nodded and Kou led her around the gardens, with Darius close behind them.
Later that evening:
After dinner, Kitra retired claiming she’d had enough excitement for the day. Darius decided to have a little talk with Kou.
He pulled Kou aside and ordered, “Just remember Kou, you’d better start treating her with respect or you’ll answer to me!” eyes hard and serious.
Kou scoffed reminding him, “You remember your place Darius, she’s my fiancée now and next year she’ll be my wife. If you don’t behave, I’ll make sure you never see her ever again,” eyes just as serious.
Darius growled and grabbed Kou’s throat hissing, “Watch who you threaten Kou, and she is not yours just yet. Fuck up even once, and she never will be!” releasing the kid before he gave in to the urge to strangle him.
Eyes wide and rubbing his neck, Kou nodded then added, “She’ll be mine next year though. Once she is, you’ll have to behave if you wish to see her,” and walked off chuckling as Darius’s growl of frustration filled the air behind him.
Author's Note: Okay guys and gals there is chapter nineteen please remember to read and review thanks.
I want give a very special Thank you to Frog Lady for her wonderful ideas, and being such a loyal reviewer! As well as to Yuti-Chan for her continued reviews!:)
Chapter 19:
One year later: With Kitra and Darius:
They’d just arrived at the headman’s festival as Jumal and Lissa were getting food.
Kitra wasn’t really in the mood to eat as she was nervous of how things would go tonight. Darius held her hand soothing, “It’ll be alright Kit,” as he kissed her cheek trying to calm her nerves.
Kitra nodded and squeezed his hand before sighing. The headman made his way to the center of the crowd and asked for everyone’s attention.
Kitra gulped nervously as she dreaded the next sentence that would come from his mouth.
Standing tall and proud the headman said, “As you all know, it’s time for my son to settle down. He has chosen his bride and she’s in attendance here tonight.”
Motioning for Kou to step up beside him, the headman continued, “My son has made his decision and now it’s time to announce it to everyone,” stepping back to allow Kou to announce the good news himself.
Kou smiled thanking his father and spotting his red haired beauty motioned for her to join him. Kitra looked at Darius, who nodded. She sighed and slowly made her way to Kou’s side whishing she was anywhere but there.
Kou grinned and his eyes lit with pride as she made her way to his side. She was in a pale yellow kimono tonight and her hair fell over her right shoulder in a single braid.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Kitra stood at his side and tried not to wince when his arm snagged her waist, pulling her into his side.
Kou smirked finishing, “As you all know Kitra has held my heart since we were kids. Tonight I’m pleased to announce she will become my bride in one year’s time. Please everyone, enjoy the festivities.”
Turning to Kitra, he kissed her cheek and led her towards the dancing area. She reluctantly allowed him to lead her to the area and they began dancing.
Darius watched him like a hawk as he danced with his sister. His jaw was clenched as he noticed the way she was pretending interest in whatever Kou was talking about.
Kio walked up behind him and said, “Well now, I wonder how happy she really is about all of this?” smugness in his tone.
Darius whirled to face him and angrily snapped, “Shut the fuck up Kio!” glaring at him.
Lissa nervously asked Darius to dance with her, and he agreed, sweeping her into the crowd.
Kio scowled for another two years yet he couldn’t announce his bride, but he’d already made his decision as well. He couldn’t have Kitra; she was officially engaged to his brother now, so he would have Lissa. He stood there seething as he watched Lissa laughing and dancing with Darius.
With Kou and Kitra:
Kou was absolutely on cloud nine as he held her fully developed body against his own and they moved to the music. His heart soared, after years of waiting she was finally in his arms. He’d come out on top at last- Kitra was his fiancée.
He whispered in her ear, “I hope you’re as excited as I am my sweet. This next year I plan to make you fall madly in love with me, and by this time next year we will be married.” reaching up to undo her braid before sweeping her around the dance area.
Kitra shivered at his nearness, trying hard to hide her revulsion as his hand swept into her hair. This was the one place she’d never wanted to be. Remembering her and Darius’s plans, she forced a smile on her face and answered, “As long as you make me happy Kou, I’ll keep you happy.”
He laughed. “Ah my fiery beauty speaks at last. Rest assured Kitra my sweet; I’ll make you the happiest woman alive.” placing a chaste kiss on her cheek as he caught Darius’s warning glare.
Kitra fought against her nauseous stomach and forced a smile to her face replying, “I’m sure you will Kou.” as he continued twirling her around the dancing couples.
Possessiveness entered his eyes, as he watched her silky locks of flame dance around her slender face and fall to her waist. A few tendrils fell across her cleavage. His eyes lit with masculine pleasure as he carefully brushed them behind her ear, lightly skimming her breast.
She sent him a warning glace as her eyes darted to Darius, then back to Kou. He chuckled assuring, “Relax love, I wouldn’t soil your honor for anything in the world now.”
Huffing she thought disbelievingly, “Like you didn’t try to years ago?” but simply nodded to him.
Kou announced, “Tomorrow evening you and Darius will pack your things and move into the villa. You will have your own room with his next to yours. I swear to you my sweet; I have no intention of dishonoring you in anyway.” Kitra sighed nodding, as he held her close and led her towards one of the trees.
Darius walked over and asked, “Is everything okay?” staring directly at his sister. Kitra nodded.
Kou explained, “I was just telling Kitra, tomorrow you two will pack your belongings and move into the villa.”
Darius nodded assuring, “We’ll be ready,” as he looked back to his sister, who also nodded.
Kou smiled. “Good, I’ll expect you two and the wagon back by sunset tomorrow.” Before leading Kitra back to the dancing crowd.
Lissa walked over to Darius and asked, “Is everything alright?” concern for her friends in her eyes.
Darius assured, “Just fine,” smiling at her as Jumal showed up.
For the rest of the night whenever any man, even Darius asked Kitra to dance, Kou made it clear she was only to dance with him. Kitra wasn’t happy about this, but bit her tongue and remained quiet, when Darius sent her a silent warning to abide by the decision.
She knew he wanted Kou to think he’d won and they would wed for as long as possible, before they made their break. As hard as it was, she held her tongue and stomached the revolting touches, as best she could.
Once the night was over, Darius and Kitra walked back to their cabin and began silently packing their belongings. She hid her silver hair set and her father’s katana beneath her clothes. She packed her small collections and her sewing materials as well as her clothes.
Darius packed his weapons and his clothes, taking only what was needed. After Kitra fell asleep, he carefully hid Bankotsu’s belongings for safe keeping, not trusting Kou not to have had them followed and planning to burn the place down.
Once Bankotsu’s things were safely buried, Darius loaded his and Kitra’s belongings into the wagon that had been entrusted to them. He took down the clothesline from outside and stored it up on one of the shelves he’d built when she’d withdrawn into herself after Bankotsu’s banishment.
For the first time, in a long time, he allowed himself the luxury of missing his best friend and wondering if he was really okay. He knew better than anyone what Bankotsu was capable of doing and what he would do in order to survive. He’d fought right alongside Bankotsu all their years of serving the headman together.
He wasn’t kidding when he’d told Kitra Bankotsu could handle himself, and would do whatever was needed to survive. He loved the man like a brother, and knew without a doubt they hadn’t seen the last of him.
After his trip down memory lane, Darius turned his mind to working on his current dilemma- how exactly to free himself and Kitra from that blasted contract, before the wedding could take place. Kou had already made it clear they weren’t to leave the village for any reason without his guards beside them.
He’d even considered sneaking off with her now, but the rustling outside nullified that. Standing up he walked outside, sword drawn and ordered, “Show yourself- now!” as the sun began to rise.
Two guards lead by Nenji held up their hands in a defensive position. Nenji smirked, “Kou wanted me to ensure you two made it safely to the villa.”
Darius scowled arguing, “I’m more than capable of protecting her, ya know?” insulted by the insinuation that he’d allow his sister to be harmed.
Nenji chuckled correcting, “More or less he was worried you’d go back on your word and try leaving.” eyes serious.
Darius’s scowl deepened as he hissed, “That pretentious little fuck dares doubt my honor!?” emerald eyes blazing furiously.
Nenji grinned, “Relax Darius, he’s just anxious to have his bride to be and her brother safe and sound.” he ordered his men to take the wagon back to the villa.
Darius hissed, “Not until Kitra and I are both up. I’ll get her now and we can leave.” Replacing his sword at his hip and slipping his sister into his strong arms. She nuzzled into his warm chest, mumbling sleepily, before falling into a deeper sleep.
Nenji nodded and ordered the wagon taken to the villa where he would meet them with Darius.
The guards nodded and led the cart back to the villa. Darius hissed, “Kou will regret doubting my honor.” As he held his beloved sister protectively to his chest and stormed up the path.
Nenji smirked falling into step beside him and soothed, “He’s merely anxious is all. He really does love her you know? He always has.” wanting the man to understand his friend’s intentions.
Darius snorted disbelievingly and hissed, “If he loved her, he wouldn’t have made her so miserable these last few years, and he wouldn’t have tried to rape her that night,” his grip unconsciously tightened on Kitra, who protested with a whimper in her sleep.
Darius sighed and loosened his grip after seeing her frown and continued walking towards the villa.
At the villa:
Darius stepped into the door, seeing all of their belongings already waiting for them. He gently placed his waking sister on her feet and she knelt beside her boxes making sure everything was still there.
Rubbing her eyes sleepily she asked, “What happened Dar? I thought we’d move in tonight, not this morning?”
Walking up, Kou answered, “That’s my fault dearest. I’m afraid I was so excited to have you here, I sent my guards to escort you two and your stuff here before the sun even rose.”
Knowing it couldn’t be undone, Kitra nodded and asked, “Darius what about mom’s garden?”
Darius assured, “Lissa and Ju will look after it when I’m away.” Kitra smiled glad that her mother’s garden would still get tended to.
Kou ordered Kitra and Darius’s belongings to be taken to their rooms and led them towards the dining hall.
On the way he decided now was as good a time as any to lay down the ground rules. He knew the women of the village despised Kitra and he intended to keep her safe, as well as to ensure she stayed here.
Facing his future wife he decreed seriously, “Kitra, you are to go nowhere outside of this villa without a minimum of three of my best guards to accompany you at all times. Tao, Nenji, and either Darius or Jumal.”
Seeing the fear in her eyes he assured, “Tao and Nenji know you’re mine and are to be protected at all times. They won’t so much as lay a single finger on you.” eyes hard as slate.
Kitra nodded nervously, grateful at least Darius or Jumal would always be present. She wasn’t happy about this, but she understood it was part of the ‘agreement’ as her brother had explained the need to keep up the faced that they were cooperating.
Kou added, “You’re due a wardrobe change as well. I don’t want to see you in anything but kimonos from now on.” Snapping his fingers, he held out his hand and one of the newest recruits handed him a silky fabric. He thrust it at her and showed her to her room so she could change.
Kitra growled snatching the material and stormed into the room, slamming the door as she undressed and returned scowling at him hissing, “No way in hell! You get me some real clothes Kou!” eyes nearly as red as her luminous hair.
Kou chuckled, “Now, now, my sweet. Those are real clothes, and I expect to see you in them every day. You have a closet full of them so plenty to choose from.”
Kitra hissed, “Fine, I’ll just get my own damn clothes!” moving towards her boxes.
Kou snapped his fingers and two of his guards snatched up her clothing and carried it outside.
Outraged she demanded, “What the hell are you guys doing?! Put those back- now!” flames in her eyes.
Kou ordered, “Burn all the clothes!” as he held her back.
Darius glared at Kou ordering, “Enough Kou,” as he approached the man, yanking his sister free from his grasp.
Kitra’s horror filled scream rent the air as she tried to run toward the fire, but Darius held her back as she sobbed into his chest.
Sending Kou a death glare, Darius soothed Kitra and escorted her to her room. She locked herself in her room and quickly hid her gift from Bankotsu, and her father’s sword both under the bed. At least she’d had the foresight to hide them before storming out in this sham of a garment.
Darius locked himself in his own room and tried to reconcile himself to living at the villa.
Kou smirked as he continued to watch the clothes from her horrid past go up in flames. Along with all of her sewing, he didn’t want any reminders of Bankotsu in his home.
Turning on his heel, he entered the villa and went about his daily duties, allowing Kitra this one day to sulk.
The next morning:
After breakfast, Kou escorted Kitra to the gardens and backed her up against the tree, forcing his tongue into her mouth and halfway down her throat. Fighting back the need to gag, she clamped her teeth down hard enough for him to jerk his tongue out and glare at her. She slapped him and hissed, “No!”
Holding his stinging cheek, Kou hissed, “Need I remind you that you are now my fiancée?” voice dropping a notch, he warned angrily, “If you wish for your precious brother to remain here with us, instead of being banished, you’d better start behaving Kitra!” promise of retaliation dark in his eyes if she was to defy him again.
Kitra sighed and lowered her head in defeat. Without Darius she’d be completely defenseless against this madman. She whispered contritely, “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t ready for you to kiss me yet. I’m still adjusting to the fact that we’re engaged now.”
Kou sighed, “It’s alright. I suppose I was moving a little fast.” as he hooked his finger under her chin.
Darius showed up asking, “Everything okay in here?” as he munched on some of the fresh bread. Kitra nodded and Kou led her around the gardens, with Darius close behind them.
Later that evening:
After dinner, Kitra retired claiming she’d had enough excitement for the day. Darius decided to have a little talk with Kou.
He pulled Kou aside and ordered, “Just remember Kou, you’d better start treating her with respect or you’ll answer to me!” eyes hard and serious.
Kou scoffed reminding him, “You remember your place Darius, she’s my fiancée now and next year she’ll be my wife. If you don’t behave, I’ll make sure you never see her ever again,” eyes just as serious.
Darius growled and grabbed Kou’s throat hissing, “Watch who you threaten Kou, and she is not yours just yet. Fuck up even once, and she never will be!” releasing the kid before he gave in to the urge to strangle him.
Eyes wide and rubbing his neck, Kou nodded then added, “She’ll be mine next year though. Once she is, you’ll have to behave if you wish to see her,” and walked off chuckling as Darius’s growl of frustration filled the air behind him.
Author's Note: Okay guys and gals there is chapter nineteen please remember to read and review thanks.