Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ Festival of Lights ❯ Benitora's POV, take 2 ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
Hints of lime and a squeeze of lemon
Anime/Manga: Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
Hints of lime and a squeeze of lemon
Anime/Manga: Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
A Samurai Deeper Kyo Challenge Fanfic
Written By Miyu, Vampire Princess
CHALLENGE: The morning after. What happens after the characters finally give in to their desires?
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I'm writing for characters I'm not sure I have a grasp of or not. I guess the fans will decide. Wish me luck. I need it for this one. >.< Happening after a stretch of the manga presented in volume 15, Benitora, Mahiru and Sasuke stop to rest in a local village. To their surprise, the villagers are celebrating a festival. Lemony bits in this and the next part. This one goes back to Benitora. A Standard disclaimer follows the story.
~BENITORA'S POV~
Head swimming.
Eyes hazy.
Stomach turning.
Logic failing.
When was the last time I had a hangover THIS bad?!
The festival had been a good one. I can't recall how long it's been since I laughed so hard...or drank so much. Usually I'm good at holding it in. But I think I may have had one flask too many. My legs ached as well. Dancing. I'd been dancing last night, too. Can't even remember the last time I did that.
My body argued as I rolled over in bed, sunlight streaming through the tiny window of the room. The light had woken me up and my cramped stomach had me on my feet and out the door in no time. Upon my return, I slumped back onto the old futon and closed my eyes, waiting for the rest of the hangover to go away.
In the meantime I occupy myself with thoughts from the night before. Aside from the drinking and dancing, I had the opportunity to get to know Mahiru a little better. Throw caution to the wind, isn't that what she'd said? And that's what I did. There was a certain feeling that went along with the festivities. Fellowship. Companionship. Peace. Freedom. Many things I can't even begin to name.
I have to admit, the parties my father held may have been grander in scale and beauty, but this one was just...better. Everyone on the same level. Communicating and celebrating a common dream. Every man and woman for themselves.
And to think, there's trouble still brewing about.
But there had been no thought given to the Mibu during the previous night's revelry. Just me, the laughter, the music....
And Mahiru.
My eyes loved watching her dance. Her smile was beautiful to behold and her laughter was more valuable than gold. And the way she moved, like a trained dancer performing in the crowd. I couldn't get enough of her.
She had taken her own advice, letting her hair down for a change. She's no stickler, but as a warrior, she's set in her ways. Cautious and tense. It was fun to watch the warrior be a woman again.
I groaned, trying to sit up. My mind was getting fuzzy again. Perhaps it was better to check in with the others. Breakfast sounded like a plan too.
The old couple our group was staying with was kind enough to leave us food in their kitchen as they went about their daily routines. Grabbing an apple from a nearby basket, I glance at the settings on the counter. Fish and eggs. Miso soup and rice. The fish looked in need of more nourishment than me, but I scarfed one down nonetheless. With a helping of rice in one hand and Miso in the other, I stepped over towards the table to sit and eat.
"Are you sure you wanna eat that?"
My chopsticks halted mid-lift as Sasuke appeared. He looked no worse for wear, despite the lack of his presence last night. His hair was damp, still dripping in one spot, and his physique sporting clean clothes thanks to the old woman. His bandages looked fresh, too.
"Where were you last night," I inquired, letting go of a chance for an argument. For now.
"I was out celebrating like everyone else."
"Oh?"
The boy entered the room. His gate looked good. No more limping. Grabbing some breakfast for himself, he joined me at the table. "Did you enjoy the festival?"
"Of course!" I replied around a mouthful of rice.
"And the booze?"
"Now that's a stupid question."
"And Mahiru? You enjoyed her company as well?"
I eyed him suspiciously. "How did you know I was with Mahiru?"
He shrugged, answering honestly, "I saw her come out of your room this morning."
Rice lodged in my throat and Sasuke had to reach over and pound me on the back to help me stop coughing. Mahiru had come out of my room? Was he serious?! I sucked in several deep breaths, before turning to him and staring incredulously.
"WHAT?!?!"
"You don't remember." It wasn't a question.
"If she and I had been...together...I'm sure I'd remember it."
The boy hid a smile and repeated, "You don't remember."
My mind quickly ran through the events of the previous night. Things were still a bit hazy but I did remember bringing a woman back to the house. Actually she had helped me since I was barely able to walk straight. And she talked an office out of arresting me for public drunkenness. I must've said something pretty horrible.
I remembered being in my room, the woman helping me out of my shirt and into bed. She had gotten a cup of water for me to drink...to help sooth my stomach. Carefully she sat down with me, promising not to leave until she knew I'd be okay.
But sitting beside me wasn't enough.
I kissed the woman, like I've never kissed any woman before. Images of women past and present swirled in my mind, but I pushed them aside. It was unfair to think of them when I had her. My dream. My angel.
She certainly looked like an angel lying on the futon. Her kimono parted, creamy skin, smooth as silk revealed to my glance, my touch. I couldn't stop myself from touching every part of her. Her hair was as soft as her skin, her lips pliable and warm for the taking. Mounds of flesh just fit within my grasp, their peaks jutting proudly upward, hardening at my touch.
She was like water against my skin. And being inside of her, sweet heaven. Steel wrapped in moist hear was bliss beyond compare. I wasn't sure if I even set a rhythm for us to follow, but I took my time moving inside of her.
"Benitora."
The name sounded unfamiliar, almost strange coming from this woman. I didn't even remember telling her my name! Well damn. I heard her moan it again as she shuddered beneath me. White light blinded me shortly after.
Then...nothing.
But as the clouds in my mind cleared, I saw the woman clearly for the first time. Long dark hair and dark eyes. A body to kill for, lithe muscle under soft flesh. And her voice. I knew that voice!
"Oh hell no!"
Apparently more than just our troubles had been thrown to the wind.
Sasuke's smile finally appeared. "Now you remember."
"Shit," was all I could mutter and I hurried from the table. I had to find her. Had to talk to her. Had to know if it had been real.
But what if it was a dream?
A dream doesn't touch like that. Doesn't moan your name in the throws of pleasure. Doesn't look like an angel but move like a tiger.
Wait...maybe it did.
It was just important to talk to her. What did she think of me? What the hell had SHE been thinking?! Had she been drunk too?!
I had to know!
It was real.
But was our future just a dream?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters presented in this ficlet. Not mine. No. I simply borrowed them from Akimine Kamijyo for the short time it took me to write this. Me not getting any money, so you no sue please.
A Samurai Deeper Kyo Challenge Fanfic
Written By Miyu, Vampire Princess
CHALLENGE: The morning after. What happens after the characters finally give in to their desires?
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I'm writing for characters I'm not sure I have a grasp of or not. I guess the fans will decide. Wish me luck. I need it for this one. >.< Happening after a stretch of the manga presented in volume 15, Benitora, Mahiru and Sasuke stop to rest in a local village. To their surprise, the villagers are celebrating a festival. Lemony bits in this and the next part. This one goes back to Benitora. A Standard disclaimer follows the story.
~BENITORA'S POV~
Head swimming.
Eyes hazy.
Stomach turning.
Logic failing.
When was the last time I had a hangover THIS bad?!
The festival had been a good one. I can't recall how long it's been since I laughed so hard...or drank so much. Usually I'm good at holding it in. But I think I may have had one flask too many. My legs ached as well. Dancing. I'd been dancing last night, too. Can't even remember the last time I did that.
My body argued as I rolled over in bed, sunlight streaming through the tiny window of the room. The light had woken me up and my cramped stomach had me on my feet and out the door in no time. Upon my return, I slumped back onto the old futon and closed my eyes, waiting for the rest of the hangover to go away.
In the meantime I occupy myself with thoughts from the night before. Aside from the drinking and dancing, I had the opportunity to get to know Mahiru a little better. Throw caution to the wind, isn't that what she'd said? And that's what I did. There was a certain feeling that went along with the festivities. Fellowship. Companionship. Peace. Freedom. Many things I can't even begin to name.
I have to admit, the parties my father held may have been grander in scale and beauty, but this one was just...better. Everyone on the same level. Communicating and celebrating a common dream. Every man and woman for themselves.
And to think, there's trouble still brewing about.
But there had been no thought given to the Mibu during the previous night's revelry. Just me, the laughter, the music....
And Mahiru.
My eyes loved watching her dance. Her smile was beautiful to behold and her laughter was more valuable than gold. And the way she moved, like a trained dancer performing in the crowd. I couldn't get enough of her.
She had taken her own advice, letting her hair down for a change. She's no stickler, but as a warrior, she's set in her ways. Cautious and tense. It was fun to watch the warrior be a woman again.
I groaned, trying to sit up. My mind was getting fuzzy again. Perhaps it was better to check in with the others. Breakfast sounded like a plan too.
The old couple our group was staying with was kind enough to leave us food in their kitchen as they went about their daily routines. Grabbing an apple from a nearby basket, I glance at the settings on the counter. Fish and eggs. Miso soup and rice. The fish looked in need of more nourishment than me, but I scarfed one down nonetheless. With a helping of rice in one hand and Miso in the other, I stepped over towards the table to sit and eat.
"Are you sure you wanna eat that?"
My chopsticks halted mid-lift as Sasuke appeared. He looked no worse for wear, despite the lack of his presence last night. His hair was damp, still dripping in one spot, and his physique sporting clean clothes thanks to the old woman. His bandages looked fresh, too.
"Where were you last night," I inquired, letting go of a chance for an argument. For now.
"I was out celebrating like everyone else."
"Oh?"
The boy entered the room. His gate looked good. No more limping. Grabbing some breakfast for himself, he joined me at the table. "Did you enjoy the festival?"
"Of course!" I replied around a mouthful of rice.
"And the booze?"
"Now that's a stupid question."
"And Mahiru? You enjoyed her company as well?"
I eyed him suspiciously. "How did you know I was with Mahiru?"
He shrugged, answering honestly, "I saw her come out of your room this morning."
Rice lodged in my throat and Sasuke had to reach over and pound me on the back to help me stop coughing. Mahiru had come out of my room? Was he serious?! I sucked in several deep breaths, before turning to him and staring incredulously.
"WHAT?!?!"
"You don't remember." It wasn't a question.
"If she and I had been...together...I'm sure I'd remember it."
The boy hid a smile and repeated, "You don't remember."
My mind quickly ran through the events of the previous night. Things were still a bit hazy but I did remember bringing a woman back to the house. Actually she had helped me since I was barely able to walk straight. And she talked an office out of arresting me for public drunkenness. I must've said something pretty horrible.
I remembered being in my room, the woman helping me out of my shirt and into bed. She had gotten a cup of water for me to drink...to help sooth my stomach. Carefully she sat down with me, promising not to leave until she knew I'd be okay.
But sitting beside me wasn't enough.
I kissed the woman, like I've never kissed any woman before. Images of women past and present swirled in my mind, but I pushed them aside. It was unfair to think of them when I had her. My dream. My angel.
She certainly looked like an angel lying on the futon. Her kimono parted, creamy skin, smooth as silk revealed to my glance, my touch. I couldn't stop myself from touching every part of her. Her hair was as soft as her skin, her lips pliable and warm for the taking. Mounds of flesh just fit within my grasp, their peaks jutting proudly upward, hardening at my touch.
She was like water against my skin. And being inside of her, sweet heaven. Steel wrapped in moist hear was bliss beyond compare. I wasn't sure if I even set a rhythm for us to follow, but I took my time moving inside of her.
"Benitora."
The name sounded unfamiliar, almost strange coming from this woman. I didn't even remember telling her my name! Well damn. I heard her moan it again as she shuddered beneath me. White light blinded me shortly after.
Then...nothing.
But as the clouds in my mind cleared, I saw the woman clearly for the first time. Long dark hair and dark eyes. A body to kill for, lithe muscle under soft flesh. And her voice. I knew that voice!
"Oh hell no!"
Apparently more than just our troubles had been thrown to the wind.
Sasuke's smile finally appeared. "Now you remember."
"Shit," was all I could mutter and I hurried from the table. I had to find her. Had to talk to her. Had to know if it had been real.
But what if it was a dream?
A dream doesn't touch like that. Doesn't moan your name in the throws of pleasure. Doesn't look like an angel but move like a tiger.
Wait...maybe it did.
It was just important to talk to her. What did she think of me? What the hell had SHE been thinking?! Had she been drunk too?!
I had to know!
It was real.
But was our future just a dream?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters presented in this ficlet. Not mine. No. I simply borrowed them from Akimine Kamijyo for the short time it took me to write this. Me not getting any money, so you no sue please.