Princess Mononoke Fan Fiction ❯ Speed Prodigy ❯ Notions ( Chapter 8 )

Notions

 

San's body twisted and turned between the sheets and the mattress of the bed as the Tokyo sun rose up once more for another working day. She pulled in the blanket for one slow moment, before then she harshly thrust it away from her snowy body, dreaming a wary aching reverie that made her hyperventilate slightly, and then waking up with a shot of adrenaline rushing through her head, as her eyes widened and her breathing deepened. The sweat trickled down her face only just, when then realizing that the alarm clock woke her up once more for another Tokyo morning.

She felt a cold inert air cooling down on her cleavage as she covered herself up a little with the blanket, San looked over back to the bag with all of Yuka's offered clothes, and spotted a very dark crimson pink top that can overhang from her chest, and her usual black leather tight trousers.

 

AFTER SHE dressed herself again she slowly opened the door, only to then see the Major wearing his grey sweat pants, with a damp towel wrapped around his dripping shoulders and his bare chest. She blushed a little as she blaringly huffed out a breath and walked away from him to the bathroom wear the steam was seeping out like ghouls crawling on air's surface with their fingers clenching on the untouchable shell. Ashitaka wasn't bothered but didn't want to show off either, and then walked over to his bed wear in a drawer; he drew out a navy blue tight t-shirt.

“How was your sleep?” He lowly asked the young girl; she stuttered a little but then took in a deep gulp as she stood firmly over the sink.

“Oh! Well-uh-it was fine, thank you for asking.” She then sneakily took a small peak behind her shoulders, where she then saw him taking out a pair of black socks and another pair of beige combat trousers, along with a pair of white briefs. Ashitaka knew that San was in the bathroom and wouldn't drool to stare at him stripping, or could he be wrong? Yet he then began to draw down his sweatpants, revealing his strong athletic thighs and his cute butt towards San; she bit her tongue trying not to squeal out of lust and desire for tasting his sweat. She turned her way back round, but in front of her was a mirror hanging on the wall, where then she could see the naked Major once more. She grew angry with the synthetic surroundings subliminally urging her to stare at the very arousing Ashitaka. So she closed her eyes, begging for him to already get dressed. She then took a small peer as she timidly opened one of her eyelids, but then tried to stifle her gasp when she then saw Ashitaka pulling on his briefs whilst observing his curves and a slight notice of his manhood. Her tongue pumped with blood and her cheeks heated up in a tiny nanosecond. Yet she immediately closed her eyes and turned her head back round and moderately slammed the door shut. She then breathed in a deep breath to cool herself from the tension she was subliminally receiving.

“What am I thinking? I don't even know him that well!” She then felt a small tingling and pinning pain in her right arm; the ache was a single shot of clotting rushing through her arteries as it felt like it was clogging up the blood from running freely within her bio-machinery. San winced a little from the pain when she cussed under her breath and rubbed the arm thoroughly, yet it then spurred out a whirring mechanical noise deep beneath the skin. The girl ignored it as she carried on resuming her daily morning wash.

 

THE CELLULAR mobile rang and vibrated uncontrollably as the silent movement of the phone scattered in a linear direction towards him. Ashitaka picked it up quickly and pressed down on the answer button when he then held the phone near his right ear.

“Hello?”
“Early bird phone call today.”
“Couldn't you have picked another day, Sono?”

“Not as better as this day.”

“Oh?”
“It looks like luck is on our side today as me and Constable Shimizu had found more information on the Hustler.”
“Tell me.” The Major continued chatting down to the Sergeant whilst he resumed dressing himself up into his usual bright cobalt jacket and his combat Velcro strap-on boots that risen up to his shins.

“Well, we only located information back in 2034. We now find out that it is a male leading the role, since we found some finger imprints on the letter he sent us. And we found out that he has been part of the US military for most of his adolescent life.”
“An army brat?”

“Not sure, you'd better come down here now.”
“Right, I'm on my way. Oh and Sono, you better make room for one more person.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I'm bringing San with me.”
“San? Who's San?”
“The hacker who's currently staying with me.”
“Why does she have to come with you?”

“She tried to escape last night; I may have convinced her to stay a little longer but I'm not sure if she's just pulling.”
“Fine. Just don't let her steal anything.”
“She's a hacker, not a thief, Sono.”
“Whatever.” Ashitaka then pressed down on the cancel button and placed the phone into his jacket pocket. And ran his fingers through his hair. But then, he winced again with another rush of unknown memories hurried and scattered thoroughly in his brain. Pictures of Gods. Pictures of Demons. Pictures of Him.

 

“So it's don't kill the Forest God, now you want us to kill Samurai instead.”
“No! What I want is for the humans and the forest to live in peace!”

 

The images of a green dark beautiful forests failing into the death of an enormous vengeful demon of dead souls. He snapped out of it again with a small sweat drop trickling down his forehead. It can't be from the shower; it had been 22 minutes since he had it, yet maybe it could have just been from his damp brunette hair still recovering from the pitter of rainfall from the shower cap.

“If this carries on, I need to put myself on Ibuprofen.” Ashitaka muttered to himself when he then walked over and tapped on the bathroom door gently.

“San?” She gasped a little as if she had just been disturbed from her streaming haze of blur and bitter serenity. She shuddered for a moment as she then brushed a part of her fringe away from her eyes and sniffed in little air.

“Uh…yeah? Yes?”
“Would you like to come with me to the Bureau? We kind of need your help on the assignment my team and I have been given.”
“Oh?” Her voice seemed to croak a little from an unwanted substance trapped in her bronchi. She coughed a little with a moderate slap on her chest to choke the substance back down away from her throat.

“If you would come with me, I'm sure you'd be most helpful. Please?”
“Alright. Just…let me get ready.”
“Of course.” Ashitaka then walked away from the door and made his way back to the kitchen table. San immediately washed her face with warm bubbly water to enliven herself from last night. Her hair was still dry and fresh from the shower she had in the late last night. Her breaths were quite deep, as if she had difficulty breathing. Her lips were moist and her cheeks were still heated up, but then she felt…wet. She didn't want to, not because of him, a stranger, a keeper. Why him? Why the Major? It couldn't be because of his looks, or his manly leadership. No it's got to be more than that. More skin deep, it's had to be beneath the subconscious; it must something that has been there for a very long time; it may have been lying dormant for a while. Days, months, years, decades…centuries? No it can't be centuries…can it?

The mirror in front of San was then reflecting her bodily image at her, but when she lifted her head up to see herself for the first time, she was someone else. Tribal jewelry, stripped rags of pelt, blood on her lips?! The girl shrieked in fret and backed away in a jerk, but she then accidentally banged her head quite forcefully on the flat hollow surface of the door. San flinched in ache as she closed her eyelids shut and rubbed the back of her head methodically. Then another tap on the door.

“Is everything ok?” The hacker looked back up at the window, yet the reflection only revealed what she was wearing right now. No tribal jewelry, no stripped rags, no blood.

“Yeah! Everything's...just…just fine…thanks.” She took in a big silent gasp and opened the door frantically as she power-walked back into her spare bedroom. “Just let me get dress and I will be with you shortly.” Her quick fading voice ran away back into the room with another back-on-the-door position, as she quickened breathing was trying be tamed in her control as she hurriedly undressed herself to find whatever she found was suitable in the clothes bag. She tipped it over softly so all the clothes rolled around on the made sheets, when then she found a blurred grey-lilac t-shirt; just perfect for today's miserable mishap. But when she lifted up the shirt, she found an ebony black, red-laced bra lying flat open underneath the shirt. She looked at it deeply for the moment, imagining wearing it, with Ashitaka watching her in only the bra, maybe with her breasts pressed up against his chest whilst his big hands untie the hook.

What the hell was she thinking?! Her and him. Why? Why him again? What makes him so goddamn appealing to her? Maybe it was his gorgeous face, or maybe it was his kind generosity for letting her stay in his apartment. She had to live rough; moving around the streets since she was abandoned by her parents, and that she had to live off close friends. And then, a stranger, had to entwine into her life, and gave her the basic luxury she deserved since her hard knock life.

Anyways, she quickly drew off the dark red fleece and pulled on the t-shirt, as she scrunched her hair a bit, collected her black jacket, put on her Goth boots, and then, hid the bag underneath the pillow of her spare bed, and hurriedly threw herself into the main room.

“I'm…ready.”
“Let's go then.”