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First posted: 9th January 2002
Revised: 19th April 2002
Edited by Morgane: 2nd May 2002
Reposted: 2nd May 2002
WARNING: Violence and Lemon coming. I marked the lemon. Not your taste?
Don't read it!
But I recommend to read it. It is essential for the character.
I don't care that she is under-aged. This is Japan, not USA!
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CHAPTER3: CONFRONTATIONS
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She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obsolete and small
I found God and all his devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
words by Nick Cave (Song: "Do you love me?", CD: "Let love in")
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Deep in thought I headed back to my room. Kondou knew my father? Interesting.
Did he know
that I was one of women offered here? He figured out my blood-thirstiness,
for sure, what
else?
Hesitating in my path I thought about the marriage a bit longer. I had never
allowed a man
to touch me without my permission, before that I would have killed him.
In this point I had always been independent, but Saitou had an effect on
me. I had realised it
yesterday in the pub and feared that I would not be able to control that,
this was going
to be an obsession.
Reaching my room I noticed someone in it, only one possibility. BINGO.
As I shoved the shouji aside, I saw Saitou kneeling near the opposite wall,
reading in one
of my books, making no intention to look up or to move indicating that he
registered my
presence. Sniffing about the air in the room, I turned my full attention
on him and I
discerned the cigarette in his hand. He was smoking! Sitting in my room!
Reading one of my
books! How dare he!
"Good evening, Saitou-sama. Please, feel free and make yourself a home",
I was not able to
stay polite and to suppress a cynic under-tone. I would never learn and
feel comfortable
with the lack of privacy in this country.
"Nice conversation with Kondou-sama?" He raised his head and met my eyes.
"Quite interesting"
Amused he longed behind his back, revealing my father's swords.
"Look, what we have here."
My face paled, he had my full attention. MY FATHER'S SWORDS!
Smirking he took the katana, raised it in front of his eyes, un-sheathing
it a bit,
pretending to inspect it. He was playing with me! He couldn't tell me that
he hadn't
already figured it out.
"These are named swords!" He stated after a close look. The last drop of
blood left my
face, I had to keep myself together, not to lose self-control.
"HAND BACK MY FATHER'S SWORDS." I emphasised every word with the most determined
voice I
was capable of without letting my violent temper surface.
Concentrated, knitting his brow he draw the katana and made a few practise
swings.
"It is an ancient one, it feels comfortable. The swords-smith was a master."
He summarised his impression.
"HAND THEM BACK!" I stepped closer, closer to losing my control. Who did
he think he
was? This was still MY room and MY swords.
Bending over me, standing threatening near, he spoke directly in my face,
I felt his
breath on my skin
"What are you hiding behind this disguise of yours, Tokio-san?"
That snapped me back to reality before he handed the sword back. He was
beginning to play
with me! To control my emotions! I would not let this happen!
"What about the sake now?" Sarcastic smiling he leaned back.
That was it. Something clicked once more, he knew fairly well how to handle
me.
"Let's go!" I needed sake, right now. I would give him some lectures. Later.
Making efforts to go outside I was restrained, he had grabbed my wrist,
holding me back.
"I misjudged you!"
"What?" What the hell was he talking of?
"You are not a squirrel. They are harmless."
THAT WAS IT! He was so in for it! Harmless! He thought I was harmless when
I was fighting?
He would pay for that!
He was damn right, he misjudged me and he still did.
"You haven't seen my claws yet."
I managed to get my wrist back with a slight turn of my arm and to go outside.
I didn't
look back, but I was sure that he finally stopped smoking in my room.
Beginning to realise who I am, Saitou?
***
The place was crowded, but with the same procedure as last night, we managed
to get a
recess. I ordered udon this time, it was delicious, the sake too, of course.
Not necessary
to mention that.
I registered the furtive glances cast in our direction and felt a bit uncomfortable,
like
I always felt when being in a place like this as a woman. Deep inside I
knew exactly what
Saitou was up to, going here with me.
And really, directly after finishing our meal he stood up. "Excuse me for
a moment."
and left the pub to the yard.
Not a minute later, the first man approached me. His intention was obvious,
thinking a
Shinsengumi picked up a cheap street whore and he could take advantage of
this.
I saw a dead man walking. Men, too stupid to realise when it is wise to
hold back desires.
Especially when drunk.
"How much?"
I looked up at him wide-eyed, pretending not to know what he was talking
about. He gasped
and I saw lust coming in his eyes. Guy, you are dead, realise that!
"I pay everything." Visibly my eyes were attracting him.
"You can't afford. Believe me." Concentrating back on my sake I decided
to tell him the
truth. His life was a high price for just TALKING with me.
To emphasise his words he grabbed my upper arm "You didn't hear right. I
said anything."
Alarmed I looked at his hand. He touched my arm! How dare he! No one touches
me without my
permission! More men stepped closer, gathered, interested. Stubborn morons
altogether.
Disdainful I flicked his arm away,
"You are the one who did not understand. I said YOU CAN'T AFFORD."
Still he was not giving up, standing beside me and I prepared to fight.
My swords were in
my room, I left them behind, but Kempo would be enough to finish him. Unfortunately
I was
wearing a kimono which limited my room to move considerably.
"Leave her!" Just in this moment Saitou came back, his sword already drawn
and I settled
back. We would have bloodied sake again for sure and I concentrated on my
cup. A sword
was better than using hands and feet, so I would let him have his fun. Furthermore,
his blood-thirstiness and need to see blood was tangible for me.
"How much do you want for her?" Shocked I spat the sake over the place.
Oh my Gods, how
stupid can one human be? This man obviously preferred to die. Did he not
realise that
Saitou wanted to see blood? His blood? He was not realising his mistake,
as some of the
other men.
"Come on, she is enough for us both." O, getting worse. Did he want to get
tortured before
his death? Unknowingly he begged for it.
Surprised I watched Saitou cutting his throat, this was a quicker ending
than I expected
after his ill-considered statements before. Saitou paused a second before
driving his
sword through the second man from the left shoulder to right hip. Guts coming
out, this
smelled always so bad, ruining every taste. I turned up my nose, relieved
that my udon was
finished. That smell would have ruined the taste indeed. By now, most of
the men had been
wise enough to settle down in their recesses.
Re-sheathing his sword Saitou knelt down facing me, laying his swords next
to him. I had
never seen this technique before. Holding the katana in the left hand, at
the very end.
This looked damn good, sexy and I felt myself being attracted by him as
the evening
before.[1]
"Idiot! No one will touch what is mine." He summarised the situation and
his
interpretation of it.
Attentive to his words I stopped my sake-cup in mid-air.
Since when I was his property? Of course, we both agreed to the marriage,
but this did not
mean that I was his. Not yet.
"I'm not yours. Nobody can own me. I decide who touches me and who not."
He had to learn some lessons.
"Oh, is that so, kitten?" He lightened a cigarette negligent. We would discuss
this later, my boy.
Turning my attention down at my kimono I felt displeasure spreading, what
a mess!
It was my yellow one!
"Was that necessary? You ruined my kimono." I accused him, but he just raised
an eyebrow,
pretending not to understand.
"You did this on purpose! There was no reason to leave the room!" I precised
my accusation.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." What? Did I hear right? Without his sarcastic under-tone
this would
have been an excuse. But in this way? HE WOULD PAY! His fighting spirit
had already
attracted me too much, it was too intense. It was getting hot inside. I
was drunk.
We emptied one more pitcher before we left, a bad mistake. We walked down
the street arm
in arm, behind us, people were staring and whispering. A man and a woman!
Arm in arm! In
the public! I bet they thought that I was a whore. Hey, I'm from an important
samurai-
family in Osaka! What mattered that they dishonoured my father!
I was over-sexed as last evening and there was nothing I could do about
it; drunk and
exited as I was. We arrived in front of the house and I decided it was time
to
lecture him and have some fun.
"Why did you agree to the marriage? You said women are only a shortpleasure!"
Winking I
started.
He shrugged his shoulders and stated in a plain voice "Kondou-sama asked
me and I
assented to it."
This was not what I wanted to hear, even when he was not sarcastic or ironic
this time.
Realising I had to be more precise, I raised on my tip-toes to reach his
ear and whispered
"Take pleasure in me."
He figured out what I was up to, I felt the hair in his neck raising and
threw my hands
around it. He must have realised, that I was serious and not as innocent
as
everybody assumed. He would find out soon how innocent I really was.
He opened the door of the house and closed it behind us, me clinched to
his side.
I took his ear-lope in my mouth, using my tongue to play with it. He seemed
to give in, so
I bite him and pulled back.
"What are you doing?" Even now he was off-putting and cool towards me, I
let my slender
fingers wander down his neck, scratching him with my nails teasingly.
"Come on, Saitou-san, have your way with me."
I embraced him and kissed him on the mouth. He was giving in, kissing me
back but still he
did not raise one hand to touch me.[2]
I let my hands slide under his kimono running down his chest, feeling his
breathing
getting heavier. Our kiss got more passionate, as he started to explore
my mouth with his
tongue. I moaned against his opened mouth, untying his kimono and pushing
it down his
shoulders.
"Let's go to my room." His voice was rough and his eyes filled with hunger.
"Anything you want," I offered and stepped back, causing his kimono hanging
down to his
hakama and allowing me a look on his bare chest. Reaching out my pale fingers
to follow
the lines that his well-defined muscles made, I watched him intensely, their
paleness made
a strong contrast on his brown skin. His rib cage began to move exited under
my touch and
my stare.
I longed behind and untied the obi, letting it drop to the floor, the kimono
gaping in the
front exposing my frame to him, bestowing it on him.
He explored my body with his eyes, let them wander over my breast, my stomach,
my legs,
his look filled with more desire every second. When he at last raised his
eyes to meet
mine, I knew he would not be able to resist. They were widened with lust
and he forced me
back in his embrace, pulling me close with one hand on my neck and his arm
around my waist,
we continued kissing. More passionate, more longing. I bite him
slightly in the tongue, he responded by smirking and pressing the lower
part of my body
tightly against his, through the fabric of his hakama so that I could already
feel him
swelling.
I threw my legs around his waist and settled down on his hips, but since
his swords were
in my way I took them in my hands. He began to walk upstairs, carrying me.
I managed to
open his hakama, it fell down somewhere on the steps together with his kimono
and now I
could feel his hard member at my most intimate parts, touching me teasingly
there as he
walked. Every-time he rubbed accidently my entrance he had to stop, moaning,
closing his
eyes. One of his swords fell of my hands, landing scattering on the stairs.
He had lost his footing and stumbled, leaned against the wall, entering
with his tip. When I felt him inside I cupped his face with both hands and
kissed him
while watching him furtively through my eyelashes. He closed his eyes, feeling
his most
sensible part entering mine and when he opened his eyes the desire reflecting
in
them sent shivers down my spine.
Had it been wise to release this power? His eyes clouded with craving, quickly
he retreated
himself, pulling him out of me and hastily he tripped up the remaining stairs.
I let my
fingers run down his back, enjoying the feeling of his skin on mine.
He started to go down my neck kissing and smuggling, burying his head on
my shoulder.
He hissed me a bit and kissed my breast while watching me intensely, for
sure he had
noticed my regret when he had pulled himself back.
Oh, Gods! I threw my head back and dug my fingernails in his back, he barely
stifled a
cry. When we had reached his room, he put me back on my feet, and opened
the shouji, I
entered passing him while dropping the kimono to the ground.
I stood in the full pale moonlight knowing I had a perfect body and his
desire was not
deniable anymore, his eyes gleaming, licking his lips exited, he knew it
was only a
question of time till he would have me. Slowly I raised my hand to my hair
taking the tie
out of it, holding the hand with it to him while using my most seductive
voice and posture.
"Come on, show me what a wolf can do with a cat."
I felt the last bit of his self-control was scattering. I was bad. Bad to
the bone. And I
enjoyed it.
He grabbed my wrists roughly and bond them together by using my tie and
forced me down on
the futon. He used his sword to pin my hands above my head to the ground.
Perfect.
Moving back, supported on his arms he explored my stretched-out body once
more. Possessive,
longing, knowing that he would be my man and nobody would dare to take me
after him.
"Do you like what you see?" I breathed troubled to hide the arousement in
my voice, he did
not answer just smirked.
Without further preparations he parted my legs and placed himself between
them. He
stopped a moment before entering. Not with me. I threw my legs around his
hips and
forced him down, moaning. He seemed surprised by my movement repressing
his lust for a
second, but not very long and a quirk appeared on his face.
"Go on, Saitou-san." I knew, it would hurt, I had seen it. But over-sexed
as I was, it
felt great, when he entered. He paused a moment, reaching my barrier, a
smirk crossing his
features.
O, you figured out, Saitou? His eyes gleamed, he liked the idea being the
first.
Or the idea hurting me?
Looking at me he demanded "NEVER close your eyes, Tokio."
He watched me closely, intensely as he moved out laying a hand on my forehead
to press me down on the futon, his smirk turning to a sadistic smile.
"What are you waiting for, Saitou-san." I was barely capable of speaking,
holding back my
desire.
"Slowly, Tokio-san. This is not an everyday privilege. I want to savour
this."
With torturing slowness he moved deeper, stopping a second time before my
barrier, I
knew he could hardly restrain himself, but he did.
"You are MINE." He moved through slowly, deep inside me. It really hurts,
my Gods! I
screamed and hissed from the futon as far as I was able being pressed down
by his hand on
my forehead, barely in the position to breathe. He actually smiled enjoying
to the full my
pain making it worse with his slow movements.
You pay for that, wolf! Aroused as I was, the pain fainted soon.
He began to move in and out roughly, quickly not caring about me anymore
just concentrated
on his own feeling. Oh, God, that felt good! I moaned and he smirked enjoying
me
helplessly lying pinned to the futon under him, forcing me to stay quiet
only for his
pleasure. This wasn't going as planned, I started lose control over the
situation
completely, seeing his excitement, his domination over me. It turned him
on and I enjoyed
this feeling of his absolute power over me. But I had to stay controlled
for some time, to
reach my goal. Only a short pleasure, you think?
"Saitou-san, please, go on. That feels so good!" I stuttered out hindered
by the lack of
air in my lungs.
"Scream for me, Tokio." His voice was filled with excitement.
"Oh God. Saitou-san. deeper, harder, please." I screamed as demanded, he
was close to the
point.
Short pleasure indeed.
Now.
I freed my hands by using the sword to cut the tie. I pushed him back with
my hands and
kicked him away with my feet. To say he was surprised, was an understatement.
"Do you still think, you can handle a cat?"
Intensely I stared at him, watched him as his eyes started to examine, run
down my body,
stopping between my legs breathing heavily at the sight, licking his lips,
visible
scarcely in the position to hold himself back. What was there? I felt a
warm liquid
running down the inside my legs. I smelled a metallic odour and looked down,
unbelieving. BLOOD! He was a bit rough, indeed. I was distracted and turned
my attention
on it, wiping away some of the red liquid with my fingers, tasting it.
MY blood.
Suddenly I remembered Saitou. BAD mistake to forget about him, his eyes
were burning
seeing me and my blood watching every move of me attentively.
Realising the full capacity and power behind his desire I felt myself like
catching fire
and turned my back to him, he had no control over this and I knew it.
"Come on show me more. You are better than that." He didn't need a second
invitation. He
knelt down behind me, laid his hands on my hips, pulling me back, let one
hand run up to
my breast whispering in my ear.
"Sit down."
I felt him at my entrance again and moved down to take him in full length,
it hurt badly,
I was wounded, but he held me in my place, I was not able to escape his
entering. Once he
was inside the pain vanished, covered by the pleasure that the feeling of
him gave me.
His hot breathing on my back and his hand tightening his grip on my breast,
the fingers of
his other hand dug in my stomach let me forget the pain in the lower part
of my body.
"Move."
He whispered in my ear moving down my neck with his tongue stopping at my
collarbone,
licking me in small circles, snuggling, biting me there. The hoarse tone
of his voice
showed me how much he enjoyed me. He underlined his command with his hands
and thighs
lifting me till only his very end was inside me and forcing me down again
accompanied by a
deep, satisfied groan.
It was the best feeling I ever had, his long, thick member leaving me and
filling me again
and again. Lust took control over me completely.
I laid my hand over his, caressing, massaging my breast together with him,
guiding him
downwards, digging my nails in his arm, moving up and scooting down.
Always feeling his hot, aroused breathing in my spine enjoying his pleasurable
groaning
everytime I sat down.
As I started to move too quickly, causing pain his most sensible part he
bite me in my
collarbone, scarcely suppressing a cry, but the heavier breathing proved
me how much he
was enjoying the rough treatment.
"Lay down."
He leaned forward with the upper part of his body forcing me down at the
futon on my
stomach
"Tell me, what do you want?"
He whispered in my ear. I was so aroused by now, I knew I wasn't able to
go on like this,
pretending that he did not affect me, he attracted me too much.
"Go on!"
I didn't know why, but he needed only a few moves, to make me scream again.
"Saitou-san, GO ON!"
Groaning he moved on, quickening, making me twitching under him. Was there
a possibility
to feel him even more?
"Deeper."
I clinched my hands in the futon under me, when I felt my muscles contracting
convousivly,
having my first climax with a man and feeling him releasing his seed in
me.
I nearly collapsed, he did and fell on me. I had needed that woefully, my
body was covered
with sweat as his.
Gasping for air he whispered
"Did you enjoy it?"
I was only able to nod, he moved back with his hips pulling himself out
of me. Now I
twitched, with the excitement gone I felt the pain he had caused.
He turned on his back looking at my curled form holding the lower part of
my body in vein
"You will get used to it, then it won't hurt anymore."
VERY helpful at the moment; Saitou. The glance I shot at him was meaningful
enough as he
pulled me closer whispering in my ear
"I was your first man and I will be your last, Tokio."
The threatening under-tone in his voice sent shivers down my spine as I
recognised the
deeper meaning behind his words:
He would take care that no other man would dare to touch what he considered
to be his
property.
I nodded to indicate him that I understood what he meant.
Drunk and exhausted as we were, we fell in a deep sleep short after.
I woke up early in the next morning lying on the tatamis, I must have been
rolling out of
the futon during the night. My head ached and the lower part of my body
as well as I sat
up. I looked down; I was naked, the cold morning breeze had woken me up
and this was not my
room. The pain in my belly and the dried blood between my legs reminded
my of the
happenings last night. Turning I watched Saitou. He was still sleeping,
lying on the futon
wrapped in a blanket and I watched him for some time.
The early morning sun softened his features, he seemed so peaceful and handsome
in
his sleep. Forcing myself to look away from him I searched my kimono, there
it was. It was
ruined indeed, having blood on it what had dried.
I looked for another cloth, my dresses were downstairs in my room and decided
to take one
of Saitou's yukatas. My glance fell on a cloth-pile beside the sliding door,
Saitou's
sword lying on top, it were the things we had lost on our way upstairs last
night. My
eyebrows furrowed. Who could have put them inside and when?
I went down to the kitchen to catch some rice, fish and tea for breakfast,
on my way I met
some Shinsen-gumi and their wives everyone grinning at my sight.
I must look awful I assumed. I had brushed my hair, not very successful,
it was still
tousled and messy, in addition to that I was in Saitou's yukata and had
a hangover again.
But this was going to be my home, so what did it matter.
Half-way back to Saitou's room where I wanted to put down his breakfast
I met Okita. He
was the only one smiling warmhearted to me this morning and I decided to
speak to him.
"Good morning, Okita-sama" I bowed paying attention not to spill the contents
of the
tray in my hands.
"Good morning, Tokio-san." He bowed back.
Some men with their wives were passing us, whispering and shooting glances
at me. The women
giggling, stupid as always. They might be thinking I had a bad time and
made fun of it.
Saitou was right. They were good for nothing!
"How inconspicuous." I whispered to Okita.
"You two were loud enough. You waked up the whole house. Your clothes were
scattered
everywhere." He explained the situation. He had seen the clothes?
"The clothes and the sword were in Saitou's room this morning."
"I had to gather them and put them inside. Kondou was not very amused, you
can believe me."
Okita grinned over his whole face and some more women passed us, giggling
about me and
I got angry grinding my teeth together not able to hold back my comment
"That was nothing special. They should concentrate on their own business."
"Believe me, THIS was special."
Saitou came out of his room looking a bit absent and the corridor fell silent
instantly.
A deadly silence spread, there would be no teasing. The men knew, when it
was better to
shut up and walked away quietly.
"I got you some rice and fish." I announced, set the tray down inside his
room, was
rewarded with a nod and left.
It was better to leave him alone with HIS hangover.
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Author's notes:
[1]
This is attraction and not love, furthermore they are both drunk.
[2]
On what did I base his reaction here.. well:
He is younger, he is more impetuous. I think he is the kind of guy who can
be hot-blooded
when it comes to sex (NOT LOVE). He mentions in volume 7 that he feels a
need to slay men
when drunk, so he stopped drinking in order to gain control over this blood-thirst.
I
considered this quite interesting...when you lose control over your lower
instincts this
could concern your desires as well. Well, he is a man, he is young and he
is drunk and
he knows that she is going to be his wife (I actually don't think he would
care about
this). I can imagine him this way when he had to much sake.
I always got the feeling when reading the fighting scenes that he enjoys
challenging and
fighting, he does this with all his heart. I thought this could 'touch'
his sex as well.
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