Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Just Simple Curiosity ❯ The Early Morning After ( Chapter 24 )

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Early Morning After

 

Aya woke within a few hours more confused than she had ever been after the nightmare

 

had taken her and that one had surely been the worst. Usually when she woke from one of these

 

episodes she was freezing and achy but for some reason she acknowledged that she was warm,

 

she didn't hurt, and she had a strange feeling of safety surrounding her. Aya shifted slightly in

 

confusion, trying to figure out what had been different and then she felt it, arms tightening around

 

her and a deep, sleep-roughened voice whispering soothingly to her. The moment she heard the

 

voice she heard the voice she knew it was Sereku and not Neji that was holding her. Then the

 

memories of the previous night came flooding in and she felt tears fill her eyes as she realized

 

that he had stayed with her, all night. Sereku knew when she started crying immediately as Aya's

 

head was pillowed on his chest. He felt the warm drops slip onto his flesh and he instantly came

 

awake, lifting both of them into a sitting position. Instinctively he swept Aya into his lap, holding

 

her close against the wall of his chest as he soothed her.

 

“Aya, Aya it's ok,” Sereku whispered repeatedly, “it's ok. It's not your fault, you did

 

everything you could,” he continued, rubbing her back in gentle circles.” Lifting her head Aya

 

forced him to look down at her tear streaked face, at the hurt and despair there and he could see

 

that it reached all the way to her soul.

 

“I saved everyone but him,” she whispered, “everyone but him. Why couldn't I save

 

him?” Sereku clutched her close to him again, lightly rocking her once more as he took a deep

 

breath and prepared to dig into his own past, to drag his own demons back into reality and

 

hopefully he decided purge himself and her forever.

 

“When I was younger,” he said speaking so softly that Aya was forced to stem her tears

 

just to hear him. “When I was younger,” he tried again, “there was an attack on my village. We

 

were a merchant village so we had no ninjas but we created so many goods no one attacked us

 

for fear of messing up trading treaties with us. Then a ninja village took into their minds that if

 

they attacked and took us hostage they would be in control of all our goods and the vast amount

 

of wealth that our village had accumulated. I was only fifteen, they stole into my house in the

 

dead of night and my father resisted. He grabbed his gunblade and attempted to fight them off.

 

He and my mother were slaughtered of course and when they found me they drug me out of the

 

house and threw me in the well behind it. I didn't drown but I lost most of my sight from being in

 

the cold, frigid water for just over a week. Someone was wandering by and happened to hear my

 

weak cries for help and they were able to fish me out. He was a ninja of the Konoha. He brought

 

me here after he'd found me, nursed me back to health, and taught me how to fight. His name

 

was Kakashi-Sensei. To me he's like a second father and he put the pieces of my life back

 

together when I didn't even have any glue. At any rate he told me what had happened, that the

 

Konoha had crushed the village when they had learned of what had happened to their allies, and

 

that revenge was no longer an option. Then he told me to do what my parents would have

 

wanted me to do. . .he told me to live and become stronger so that when someone weaker

 

needed me I would be able to protect them. Aya,” Sereku said pulling her away from his chest to

 

look her in the eyes so that she would be sure to understand, “Neji died but you are still here.

 

You have to learn to live without him, you have to become stronger and protect those that need

 

you, those who cannot protect themselves. But you can't do that if you don't forgive yourself for

 

not saving him. Until this moment I don't think I really understood what Kakashi-Sensei meant

 

but now I think I do. At least you tried to save him, you did all you could while I cowered under

 

my covers like a little boy while my parents tried to defend themselves and me. I did nothing,” he

 

spat out bitterly, “nothing but let them die.”

 

Aya stared at him, at the bitterness and pain in his eye, listened to it in his voice before

 

she reached up and hugged him tightly. At first Sereku tried to yank himself from her hold but

 

she only held tighter, waiting patiently for him to settle even when his nails bit into her arms and

 

tried to tear them away from him. Within moments he was gripping her back, his own tears

 

spilling onto her shoulder as sobs and words wracked his body.

 

“I didn't do anything, I just let them die,” he whispered.

 

“And what could you have done?” Aya demanded suddenly, pulling him back enough to

 

stare into his pale, white blue orbs. “You were no warrior, you knew no way to defend yourself or

 

your family and had you tried you would have died with your parents.” Sereku stared at her,

 

unable to speak as he absorb the truth in her eyes.

 

“Kakashi-Sensei said the same thing,” he said barely above a whisper, “but until you, it

 

meant nothing to me. He's been through his own shit too but I guess it took me trying to help

 

someone else and really getting it off my chest before I could actually accept it.” Aya gave him a

 

half smile nodding in understanding, and then she took a deep breath and did something she had

 

never done, not even with her best friend, she told him about her nightmare. So as the sky

 

lightened she poured the entire frightening and painful dream out and Sereku sat silently, holding

 

her as she whispered her secrets. By the time she was finished the sky was turning a soft, pale

 

pink and he was able to see one final tear, the last he was sure she'd cry over her lost lover, spill

 

down her cheek and fall to splatter on his arm. When she had finished her story she turned to

 

him with dry, peaceful eyes and gave him a small, half smile.

 

“I did all I could and still he died,” she said her voice calm and remeniceint. “But the

 

point I'm sure I'm meant to understand is that I did all I could.” She shook her head and took a

 

deep breath before it sighed out softly. “Does it ever get any easier to live with the pain of loss

 

and failure?” Aya asked, her eyes looking out her window at the sky as small traces of blue

 

began to mix with the pink. Sereku pulled her close, letting her lay her head on his shoulder while

 

he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist.

 

“With time,” he said softly. “You'll always miss them but it's the thought that you did all

 

you could that helps you to accept that it was their time and that they were meant to go home.”

 

Aya nodded her head breathing in his warm scent before she heard her stomach growl low. She

 

quickly sat up, moving herself away from his neck and temptation, staring at him in horror as he

 

turned to look at her in confusion.

 

“What, what's wrong?” Sereku asked. “Don't tell me that after you feel better you're

 

mortified that you just shared all that with me because I shared too.”

 

“No I-” Aya began but Sereku ranted on in agitation.

 

“Well what. Is it because we're being so close because I think I just proved that I care for

 

you, maybe more than that, and now you're pushing me away. I just don't-” Aya laid a fingertip

 

on his lips to hush him before removing it to replace it with her lips. She kissed him gently before

 

pushing away from him and taking a deep breath. Sereku looked at her face, her eyes squeezed

 

closed as she spoke softly to him.

 

“That's not it, I know I care for you as well. The problem,” she said as she opened her

 

eyes to show him that they'd gone pure crimson, “is that your blood is calling to me.” Sereku

 

didn't speak he just looked into her eyes before he turned his head and exposed his neck, pulling

 

her head toward it. She stopped him with a hand to his shoulder his scent tormenting her with its

 

sweetness and his skin with its warmth.

 

“Wait Sereku,” she whispered hoarsely, “it has been a while since I've hunted. I don't

 

want to hurt you.” He turned his head and looked at her with a warm smile.

 

“Did you lie when you said you cared for me?” He asked softly. She shook her head

 

slowly, mesmerized by the sensualness in his eyes. “And would you hurt me?”

 

“Never,” she whispered fiercely, “never on purpose.” Sereku released her head and

 

cupped her cheek, stroking a thumb across her cheek with feather soft gentleness.

 

“The what do I have to worry about. I've never done this before but I know you wouldn't

 

hurt me. So I freely offer my blood to you.” With that he let his hand fall and he once again

 

turned his head offering her his bare throat. Once again the scent of his skin and his warmth

 

beckoned her. This time Aya leaned forward on her own power and nudged his head up and to

 

the side slightly, baring his jugular a little more. She licked a long slow line along the gently

 

pulsing muscle before she struck as gently as she could. Her fangs slid into Sereku's flesh with

 

ease and he never winced. When she locked her mouth around his throat and took the first pull

 

Sereku's body froze seconds before it shuttered hard. He moaned loudly as bands of steel came

 

up around her waist, holding her to him as he fell back on the bed. As he held her, moaning deep

 

in his throat Aya growled possessively as she continued to drink his blood, her knees locking

 

around him tightly to keep him in place.

 

Sereku felt his breathing speed up as the draw of blood began to affect his body in a way

 

he would have never thought possible. He could feel it building, could feel his whole body

 

burning with it as she continued to drink from him. When she pulled the blood from his throat it

 

was as if her mouth was on much more intimate things, it was driving him mad and he was

 

unable to keep his hands still, wrapping them around the large globes of Aya's ass as he bucked

 

at the air.

 

“Aya,” he whispered in a tight voice as she continued, whimpering softly as she drank.

 

The whimper is what did it, it pushed him over the edge and straight into the abyss and he fell

 

unconscious as it took him. He was out only for a few minutes before Aya was shaking him,

 

yelling his name as she did so. He woke to find her tear-streaked face above him, she was

 

shaking and more upset than he had ever seen her. Even more upset than when he'd found her

 

after the dream he realized as he quickly sat up and took her shivering body into his arms,

 

rocking her gently. “Aya, Aya baby what's wrong?” He asked as he looked around trying to find

 

some kind of danger or something that would have broken her down so quickly.

 

“I-I th-thought I'd k-killed you,” she sobbed softly, “y-you just went l-limp and then y-you

 

wouldn't w-wake up. I almost w-went to get Ch-Christie when you f-finally came to.” She finished

 

sobbing even harder than she had started out. Sereku soothed her as he tried to explain this

 

gently, but in the end he just couldn't figure a delicate way out of this so he decided to go the

 

straight route. It was his usual route he acknowledged.

 

“Hey, hey calm down,” he said as soothingly as he could. Yesh he was turning into a

 

fixer and in just a few days after being a doer for so long. Amazing what caring for someone

 

could do he acknowledged as he continued to try to stop the sobs. “Look I blacked out,” he said,

 

no way was he sayin no shit like fainting, women fainted men blacked out, “I've never cum so

 

hard in my life so it shut my body down. That's all,” he assured her. This seemed to stop the

 

sobbing and she looked at him for comformation to find a well satiated smile on his face and she

 

could certainly feel the relaxed feel of his body. When she was sure she hadn't hurt him Aya

 

smiled and blushed a bit, her face slightly smug and quite pleased with herself even if it still had

 

some shyness in it. Sereku chuckled softly.

 

“You seem pleased with yourself,” he teased as he carried them to the bathroom and

 

cleaned them up before tucking them both back in bed. Aya giggled softly, blushing even harder

 

as she turned her head slightly away from him.

 

“Well I am,” she said going red as a beet, “that's the first time my bite has ever had that

 

affect and its kinda nice to see that I can lay such a big, strong man out in pleasure. Sereku gave

 

a very masculine chuckle, pulling her closer to him as he buried his nose in her hair.

 

“I hope that won't be the last time you do it either,” he said yawning and snuggling. Aya

 

yawned herself, chuckling sultrily.

 

“Oh I think we can arrange a repeat pretty soon,” Aya whispered. Both of them fell into a

 

peaceful sleep, wrapped around each other and the last thing Aya could remember thinking was

 

that this was going to be a very interesting relationship.

 

 

 

The End

 

A/N: Well people I hope you enjoyed Just Simple Curiosity!!! I hope everyone who liked it reviews!! I'm extremely happy, my first fully completed fanfic!!! Let me know how ya'll liked it!!