Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Pure Morning ❯ Long Distance ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter One: Long Distance:
-Anna-
I: Blush
Asato's warmth drowns me in a longing embrace.
His kisses make me hunger for him. My desires push me deep into my
happiness place.
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-Happy Hour-
A young man about twenty wandered down an
empty highway in the middle of nowhere in the heavy rain. He got
lost hours ago and had no idea where he next destination was going
to be. By nightfall, the young man wanted a bed and a warm
meal.
Suddenly, the young man saw pink lights in
the distance through the downpour. He rubbed his eyes with the hope
not to be dreaming. The bright neon pink drew him further down the
road as if singing with a siren's angelic voice. The rain didn't
faze him anymore. The young man didn't even think about where he
would end up.
Jasmine perfume greeted him from the beaded
doorway. Pink lights gave the tavern an alluring look with the
sleek black of the bar and the matching stools. A pink aquarium
took up the back wall. The marble black floor could double as a
mirror. Soft seductive jazz music finished up a song from the ivory
jukebox to the right. The young man felt his cheeks flush as he
drew in a heavy breath. Am…
I dreaming?
“No, you're not in a dream,” a
voice said. The man jumped in the flashing pink neon lights. They
skipped around, revealing a woman in the doorway. She held a big
red umbrella above her. The flashing lights dancing around them
couldn't compare to the elegance of her bright pink
kimono.
“Welcome,” the woman greeted
him.
“Where are we?” the young man
asked.
“My tavern,” she answered.
“You look tired. Come, I can fix you right up.” Her
deep rose geta's balanced rhythm alone enticed him to
follow.
The beaded curtain did little to distract
him from the fresh cut gardenia perched behind her
ear.
II: Take Me Home
The young man happened to look up to view
blooming jasmines in endless skylight. The blinking neon lights
morphed into a soft purple as they moved upwards. The wires did
little to rob the view of its strange charm.
“Do you like it?” the tavern
madam asked as she moved behind the bar.
“What is it?” he
asked.
“Urban skylight. I wanted something
chic. Something with nature. Do you like it?”
A slight smile lit the young man's face.
“I dunno, I guess…”
The geisha smiled behind the bar.
“Good enough.” She pulled out several little pink
glasses and set them down in front of him. “What would you
like to drink?”
The young man took his seat at the bar.
“Just sake, please.”
“Coming up.” Madam barkeep
searched through an endless array of bottled concoctions on the
shelf behind her. Her heady jasmine scent fascinated him. She held
him in rapt attention as she set about her task.
The notes of the soft koto music playing
through the ivory jukebox in the background eased his
heart.
However, another scent caught his nose. This
one excited his senses in ways beyond his comprehension. The
sharpness made his heart jump. However, the sweetness of it excited
him beyond measure. The young man closed as he tried to regain his
composure.
The scent had drawn him in deeper and deeper
as it wafted through the air. The young man turned his head and
struggled to bring himself back into consciousness.
III: Ravish
Another woman stood near the window, looking
at the heavy rain. The young man gulped when he noticed her
dangerous curves through her sheer white robe. Her wet auburn locks
shined in the pink and purple lights above. He felt his heart do
little flips at the sight of her.
“Beautiful, isn't she?” the
mysterious barkeep whispered. The young man whipped around to
better hear her gravelly voice as she spoke.
“Don't scare me like that!” he
shouted.
The barkeep giggled knowingly.
“I apologize, but she is beautiful, isn't
she?”
The young man's cheeks felt flushed.
“I don't know,” he shrugged ruefully.
She raised an eyebrow at him. “You
seem…Unsure?”
“Okay, yes. I find her absolutely
enchanting. She's really quite lovely.”
“Go talk to her.”
His face turned bright red as he broke into
a sweat. “What?!”
“This shouldn't be such a difficult
question. Do you think she's pretty?”
He shifted his eyes away from the tavern
geisha. “Yes…”
“Well, get going!” she chortled.
“Go!”
She gave him a nudge of encouragement to
send him along.
“Alright, alright,” the young
man said. “I'm going.” Protesting as he turned and
walked away.
IV: Rapture
The woman in the window looked up at the
sound of his footsteps. Despite the pitch black rain outside, the
glow from the skylight highlighted her radiant silhouette. All the
words he had planned to say to her become lost in his
mind.
Suddenly he felt her eyes upon him. She took
him in bit by bit as she fixed him with an icy glare. Looking him
up and down as she eyed him with suspicion.
“Can I help you?” she
asked.
He shook himself back to reality and cleared
his throat. “Uh… hi.”
“Hello.”
His cheeks were flushed as he struggled to
speak. “Um… Uh… You're really
pretty.”
Her giggling set his heart on fire.
“Thank you. Care to dance with me?”
“Yes!”
The jukebox changed to a slow sensuous song.
She took him into her arms and let the notes guide them. He allowed
her sultry charm to devour him for an entire dance.
V: Dreams
It's raining today. I remember when Asato and I
first made love. I smile as I remember it rained that night too.
It's been six months since we'd gotten married. I glance down to
see Asato cuddled at my side. My fingers gently lift away a few
strands of hair from his beautiful face.
Somehow, it doesn't feel like six months. I
can't help getting goose pimples thinking about it. Inside my head
squeal with girlish delight, but freeze when I feel my love
stirring beside me as he sleeps. I long for him to awaken. Staring
into his violet eyes make my cheeks turn pink.
VI: Morning Rain
“Good morning,” he
smiles.
“Morning,” I softly whisper. All
the while, my heart is racing.
He gives me a small kiss on the
forehead.
“I love you,” Asato
whispers.
“I love you too,” I
cooed.
The rain tells me it plans to stay all day as
well.