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The Whispered Memory

 

That night had been abnormal as it was, the dark clouds of death that surrounded the Mahokaze house causing its residents to cower. But not as much as the boy did.

Kagekira Kiokami, Kira, a member of the branch of the family which the Mahokaze hated. He stood at only a few inches taller than when he had left those four years earlier, his once short light brown hair with red tips now down to almost his ass, his once cold amethyst eyes now softened as he walked down the hallway holding a package in his arms as if loosening his grip on it would let it fly away. On his chest, only slightly hidden by a tattered and old school shirt, was a scar, spanning from one shoulder down to almost his waist, just a bit higher than his jeans came. He looked as if he had gone through hell and back, which he had, he looked as if it had been worth it though. It was for his beloved after all.

He came to his destination, a man standing in front of the door. Kira glared at this man and he ran off without a sound, allowing Kira access to the room. The door opened on its own and he walked in, stepping softly into the familiar room, the scent of dominance and strawberries still hanging in the air. Same old dresser next to the barred window, same old futon lying on the ground….

He walked towards the futon, towards the one who lay silent in it. A boy, with long white hair, wearing a whit kimono, his skin pale like porcelain, looking as if he was just asleep, except for the fact that his ice blue but empty soulless eyes were open. Kira felt a familiar tug at his heart, a familiar wanting he had not had in those four years. He gulped and leaned down, his black shadows being repelled by this boy's mighty light. He spoke a name softly, “Yuki…..”

Hanayuki Mahokaze, Yuki, his opposite, the Light to his Darkness, pampered and protected to his abandoned and hated……and his beloved. Kira put the package down and leaned forward, his hands on either side of the sleeping boy, nearly-kissing him but finding that it wasn't the same, it wasn't the same without Yuki forcing himself back onto Kira, it just wasn't.

He pulled away sadly; his hands on his lap, then looked down at the package. The shadows started to unwrap it to reveal a small blue stone. Kira picked the stone up and holding it with both hands kissed it lightly, “Please, Yuki, please….wake up…..”

He closed his eyes and the stone and Yuki both started to glow. He held the stone out in front of him over Yuki. It levitated out of his hands and he pulled them back as the stone descended back into Yuki's chest. There was a moment of silence then; Kira didn't want to speak in case something happened and it all ended up to be all be for naught, all his fighting, all his running, all his looking, and then….

The pupil returned to Yuki's eyes and he took a breath, sitting up as if pulled by a string. Kira watched him then tried to speak but Yuki beat him to it, “Good morning, Kira.”

“Yu...Yuki….”Kira tried to say but could barely breathe. There was a sudden silence as Kira stared at Yuki, at the same boy who had been just a moment ago sleeping, who Kira hadn't seen for four years. Same old smile though, he thought as Yuki spoke again, “What took you so long, Kagekira? Surely my soul wasn't that hard to find.”

Kira smiled meekly, “You have no i-“

Yuki stopped him before he could even finish that word, forcefully kissing Kira, causing the boy to fall back from the mere force of it. Kira now had to ability to fight, he'd fought many people out of situations like and unlike this one many times since his departure from the house, but he found he no longer had the will to; not against Yuki at least. It wasn't even Yuki's overpowering and controlling scent that was really stopping, or the fact that in the past when he had fought back it had always ended up with him being tied to some table with his own school tie. For God's sake, he didn't even HAVE his school tie anymore. No, it was just the fact that….this was exactly what Kira had been wanting for all this time, the fact that he had gone through hell to get to this point once more.

And so Kira returned the kiss full force, stubbornly fighting back as Yuki attempted to gain entrance into his mouth. Finding his once submissive uke no longer giving in to his every move, Yuki found that that made things even more fun. He broke away as quickly as he had realized this and smirked at Kira, “Fighting back now are we?”

“You bet your sweet seme ass,” Kira said, no longer saying this unconsciously but rather purposely taunting Yuki, smirking right back at him.

Yuki was silent for a moment, and then laughed shortly. He licked his lips, “Ooooo, now you're just asking for it, aren't you?”

“Oh you think?”

Kira started this kiss this time, quickly showing Yuki up by gaining access quickly. Yuki of course didn't just take this, so while Kira was busy playing tongue wars, he went on to undress Kira, unbuttoning the boy's jeans. He slowly unzipped them and Kira automatically, since unlike all other times his hands were free from Yuki's unusually strong viper grip, pulled them off himself. Yuki took this as the go-ahead from Kira and so he did the only thing he could think of next to do, well, besides just fucking Kira there and then. No, he had to be nicer this time, it HAD been four years, plus the first time they had “played”, Yuki had been too hasty. He had to be gentle with Kira; the boy was Yuki's uke after all.

He reached down and quickly but as nice as humanly possible for a psycho obsessive controlling boy stuck his middle and index into Kira. The boy nearly bit Yuki's tongue off, somehow managing to groan into his mouth. Yuki smiled in his head then moved the fingers around, in the process sticking his ring finger in as well. Quicker this time though, Yuki broke the kiss before Kira could complete the tongue-severing job. He groaned openly, an attempt to keep his composure completely defeated by Yuki's “fun”.

As he had done so many times before, Yuki cooed, a condescending act that in the past only proved to further irritate Kira and make him try but fail to fight, “Ahh, does that hurt, darling shadow wielder? Really…hurt?”

Kira tried to voice a response but couldn't continue to make noises. Yuki laughed, enjoying this, wandering in the back of his mind whether Kira had awakened him knowing that Yuki would regain complete control. He probably did, Yuki thought before licking Kira's throat, like a vampire tasting his prey, pulling his fingers out. Kira, now free from that wave at least but still a bit breathless, spoke finally, “Yuki, why…are you playing….around?”

“Why?” Yuki asked, stopping right below Kira's left ear before sitting up, his hands finally pinning Kira's wrists down. Seme and uke looked one another in the eye, ice blues to warm purples. Yuki smiled, “Because four years takes a while to make up, Kira. Why, do you want me to speed this along?”

“Just…stop playing around,” Kira said, “It's…just……wrong….coming from….you.”

Yuki sighed shaking his head, “Sometimes, Kira-chan, you make me wander who's the dominant and who's the submissive in this relationship, really you do.”

“Then prove to me….who's who,” Kira said, aware of the consequences of these words.

Yuki licked his lips, “My…oh wait, no, more of YOUR pleasure I guess….”

He positioned himself just right so that his body and Kira's were aligned, his kimono skirt spread to the sides. Kira watched for a second before…. Pain, familiar sensual pain came through him like waves upon a beach. He gasped at each surge as it moved through his entire body. He had forgotten this, the pain that was having Yuki inside of him again, yet pleasure. Ye, it was that too.

He started to move instinctly move with Yuki. The Mahokaze who dared to leave their safe corners could hear them as they moved and pushed, all in a rather hasty but somehow still careful way, taking time every-so-often to take a breathe. Once his body became accustomed again, Kira attempted to fight again but Yuki, despite being immobile for four years, basically comatose, was still stronger. Each time Kira tried to pull his hands out the grip, Yuki tightened the grip and pounded even harder to distract Kira for a moment. Of course this cased the Mahokaze boy some pain as well, but stubbornness and inability to give up dominance was why he had been able to tame the delinquent Kira before.

Kira then tried using the shadows at his disposal, making them engulf the two boys only to have Yuki's intense light blast the shadows away. But unlike with the grip, using his light wielder abilities just drained Yuki more, which Kira noticed, so he continued to try, until finally Yuki had no energy left. He then lay atop Kira, faces only inches apart. Too bad Kira had used all his remaining energy as well.

“You…”Yuki spoke, still grinning like an insane manic.

“What?”

“You've…gotten better,” Yuki said before kissing Kira once more, this last time being softer, gentler, more like a lover's and not some rapists.

Kira thought to himself for a moment before returning it; And this is the guy I went through all that trouble for?