X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Akuen ❯ Futaake ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: I do not own any of the characters or settings from X, just my own creations. This story is not for profit. It is based on the movie X only, because I'm not quite done with the series and manga yet. Once I am, I might tie this story into that line instead. We'll see.

Futaake

Beginning

She was hardly beauty personified. She was pretty, to be certain, but not in the way one would imagine for a being of her stature.

He was handsome beyond possibility. His was a magnificence so acute that all who looked upon him became enthralled. Save one.

She was tiny, perhaps 5', and delicate, her weight being in double digits of gentle curves.

He was towering, surpassing all men in height at an awe inspiring 10', and weighing hundreds of pounds of rock hard muscle.

She was dark, with honey colored skin, night black hair, and doe's eyes.

He was light, with fair skin, hair that gleamed like sunshine, and eyes so blue they shamed the sky.

She had a body that was feminine but not particularly outstanding, for there were many women that had pert, up thrusting breasts, tiny waists, curvaceous backsides and endless legs. Though she possessed all of these qualities, they were not remarkable when compared to many of the models or celebrities on Earth.

He had a body that no man could emulate, for it was perfection. His shoulders were broad, his chest enormous, his arms curved, his hands graceful, his hips narrow, and his legs long. Every inch of him was well muscled, and he appeared to be sculpted rather then born, so perfect were his dimensions.

She was filled with Laughter and joy most times, spreading happiness wherever she went, though it was hardly beyond her to be serious when the moment called for it.

He was driven by ambition and domination, grim and cold, and it was known that no matter what he gained through his manipulations, only one thing could bring him joy.

She engendered love, the kind that is true, chivalrous and pure, all consuming and lasting. In most women it inspired a sisterly love, though there were those who wished for her to be their own. In men it inspired endless devotion and desire that was unselfish, they could exist an eternity on her smiles alone and be satisfied because she had noticed them, no matter how much they might long for more, their love for her was enduring and respectful.

He incited lustful love, the kind that burns hot and violently, driving one and all to the point of obsession. It inspired a similar reaction in both men and women. All who laid eyes upon him yearned for him to fulfill their most forbidden fantasies. Women fawned for his attentions, throwing themselves at his feet, willing to carry out any request he might make of them no matter the danger, for he was truly lust personified. All men desired to carry out his will, fueled by his ambitions, and some simply wanted him.

She despised him.

He worshipped her.