Trust
Foreword
This has got be one of the weirdest things I've done so far. Either
you are going to hate or love this one. This story is based on the
anime version of Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne and I really doubt someone
ever did the pairing (seriously that is). Actually I have other
priorities that I should take care of but my muse has been bugging me
about this, so... It was meant to be SHORT but actually it's more,
well, average. A one-shot for now, who knows about later.
Considering the theme of the story this might be somewhat...
controversial in terms of pairing, so only read if you have an open
mind about such things and don't come crying to me that you haven't
been warned. Read at your own risk.
This takes place after Episode 33 where Chiaki reveals himself as
Kaitou Sindbad to Maron and includes the setting of Episode 34 but
goes differently from there. I've been watching the rerun lately and I
suppose that's where most of the inspiration came from. I did see/read
both anime/manga but this story is following anime plotline.
Alright fine, the title isn't the coolest most innovative but it cuts
to the points and to the general message delivered here.
And lastly, an archiving note.
The general rating of the story has morphed while writing into
something more between PG-13 and R with a short section that is NC-17.
Archives that do not support this rating (ff.net *cough*) will receive
the censored version without that section, for everyone else the NC-17
section is clearly indicated and can be ignored if wished. It's only
remotely plot-relevant.
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Why? How could he have done that to her? She had thought... had
thought...
Kusakabe Maron sat hunched against the hall of her apartment,
knees drawn tightly against herself and arms around them and her
entire body. She was frantically fighting for control over her
emotions... and she was losing. The brown-haired girl knew very well
that she was losing. She could feel the cold bitter pain under the
surface, the familiar feelings she thought to have finally banished by
the persistent efforts of a single, annoying but yet well-meaning,
boy... or so she had thought.
Chiaki was Sindbad. Sindbad who had been sent by the Devil to...
to... Well, she wasn't sure what for exactly but it surely wasn't
anything good. At least that is what Fin had said and why should she
believe someone she barely knew and who constantly had rivaled her for
the demons she sought to capture over her best friend in the world?
'Why was I so dumb to trust him? That's what you get for wanting
to trust someone for once, Maron!' she reprimanded herself. It was so
stupid. She had believed him, she had wanted to believe him... A part
of her still wanted to believe him. After all just a few minutes ago
he had been pounding on her door, pleading with her to hear him out,
and after that failed he phoned her and repeated the same plea over
her answering machine...
Maron was confused about what she should think but most of all
she was hurt. Her trust had been broken, the ray of hope had been
snapped, again, just like always when she dared to trust someone she
dearly loved. The only one she could trust was herself. A while ago
she had been certain to always include Fin in this list but recently
even that trust had diminished. Where was she now? Now when she really
needed her. It was supposed to only be a week...
Silent tears were beginning to flow from the distraught girl's
face, her heart aching and her mind a jumble of confusing thoughts
that made no sense to her. She needed someone to talk to... but no one
was there. And who could she tell about this other than Fin without
giving away her secret. No one. It was like always... she was all
alone.
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Toudaiji Miyako halted suddenly in her tracks. She had just
brought the trash downstairs. Sleep was far from her mind, after her
collapse or whatever had gotten into most of the class after the visit
to the church. Actually she had a pretty good idea what happened at
the church and why whatever spell had befallen her seemed lifted
again.
That wasn't what made her stop in front of her best friend's
door though. No, what caught her attention was a sound that Miyako
could at first not believe. She was pretty sure she misheard. There
was no way that Maron would be crying like that. However, the barely
audible sounds would not go away and it tore right into the girl's
heart. Maron had always been strong. If something would actually make
her cry, it had to be something... drastic.
Following a sudden intuition her gaze focused on the door next
to Maron's apartment and glared with heated eyes but at the next
moment wondered why she had done that. The sounds of soft sobs once
again directed her attention back to the door she now stood in front
of. It pained her. It pained her more than she wanted to acknowledge
herself. Maron was very important to Miyako. All throughout school,
from that day they had first become friends onwards they had always
been there for each other when something had bothered one of them.
That had changed a little since Chiaki came into their life. Miyako
had thought he could make Maron happy but now... Where was he now? And
did he have something to do with it?
Whatever it was, she could not abandon her duty as best friend.
Maron had always been there for her, even when Miyako was pretty sure
she wasn't feeling very well herself. The least she could do now was
to be there for Maron, if only to lend a shoulder to cry on...
Now, how to do that. Knowing her best friend since they were
little, she instinctively realized that it was close to impossible to
get Maron to open that door. And if, then she would probably downplay
everything and act as if nothing happened. That was Maron for you.
Sometimes it aggravated Miyako to no end as well as it pained her. It
always felt like she was failing her part of their oath of friendship
by not being able to understand and therefore help Maron properly.
Closing her eyes she reached a decision and after a quick prayer
for forgiveness of her best friend, pulled out a key she always kept
hidden but had never before used.
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Damn, why wouldn't those tears stop? Why was she crying about
such a stupid thing?! It wasn't worth it, he wasn't worth it. Trust,
in this form and intensity, was something she should not allow herself
to have in the first place. If you trusted someone to the point of
blindness, it only ended up hurting you. She was fine on her own. She
always had been. So why should it be different now? Why wouldn't she
stop crying?
Maron was so lost in her own misery that she didn't hear the
lock of her door clicking open or the low gasp of surprise following
its opening. It took her about a whole minute until she became even
aware of another presence in her room. But by then the presence had
already moved, kneeling right in front of her. Soft hands touched her
own. Her head jerked up, startled, reflexively thinking it might be
Chiaki breaking into her apartment. However, when she met the gaze of
her best friend, red eyes staring at her with unguarded pain, pain at
what they saw, she felt all thought and speech flee from her.
How could she have been so foolish? Of course there was someone
else to trust. There always had been. Right next to her but she had
never appreciated this one's efforts properly.
Not thinking much about her actions, Maron threw herself
forward, nearly toppling the surprised Miyako over at the intensity of
the reaction. That was soon forgotten though as she could only look
down sadly at the broken mess that was once her best friend. Tears
were soaking the yellow uniform she was still wearing from the trip to
the church. How could this have happened? Seeing her best friend
sitting there in that fetal position had been hard enough to
comprehend but the unrestrained outburst now was something that made
Miyako a little uncomfortable and unsure how to deal with. Maron had
never spoken much about her problems. True, Miyako had always wished
that she would trust her once in awhile with them. It was paining to
see that the other girl always tried to solve her personal problems
all by herself. This now was different though and all she found she
could do was to hold the crying girl as she poured out her heart...
which probably was the best thing to do in this sort of situation.
"Maron-chan... what happened?" Miyako was surprised at how
broken her own voice sounded. Then again, she shouldn't. It was only
to be expected in such a surreal situation.
Maron found it hard to answer. If she could have chosen, she
would have opted for not saying anything. Just to stay in that safe
harbor for a little while longer. But she was already feeling guilty
enough for making Miyako worry. What was she thinking? Why did she
have such poor control over herself all of a sudden? That wasn't like
her at all. And now she dragging her best, human, friend into this as
well...
Her eyes shot up feeling soft fingers on her cheek, turning her
head ever so gently to meet the concerned eyes of the other girl. No,
concerned was an understatement. It was much more intense. But also,
there was a kind of stoic determination there that she easily
recognized as one of Miyako's special traits... although it was
usually directed towards her chasing Jeanne...
"Don't even dare," the voice was firm but not harsh or mean. It
made Maron flinch a little nonetheless and she blinked at the stern
gaze directed at her, gasping slightly when she saw tears glistering
in the corners or red eyes... "Don't you dare say it's nothing
important. That you can deal with it yourself. No one can endure
everything on their own. We are not made to be like this." Those words
were spoken in nothing more than a whisper but they could just as well
have been shouted from the rooftop considering the force with which
they crushed Maron's attempt at doing just what her best human friend
was accusing her of.
Was she that unfair? Was she unfair to her best friend by not
sharing her burdens, by not wanting to worry Miyako about her
problems? But what else could she do...? Didn't tonight's events show
just how much trusting someone with your weaknesses could end up
hurting you? What good was it to trust like that when you could just
deal with it yourself? No one would know and you would be fine... or
that is what most of her life had been like.
She couldn't stand that look though. That accusation not meant
in a hateful way but simply the helplessness of her best friend, the
helplessness she felt because Maron would not trust Miyako with her
problems as she was so willingly trusting her own with Maron...
Miyako stiffened, hearing a single name whispered by her
distraught friend, all but confirming her former suspicions. There
really had been no one else who could have hurt Maron like that...
because the other girl hadn't allowed someone as close as the
blue-haired boy before. Miyako's hands still atop Maron's own began to
shake slightly and she fought for control as a cold flare of anger
erupted inside of her, so intense that it even shocked herself in its
potency. He had promised! He had promised her not to hurt her Maron!
Hurt... HER... Maron.
Well, Miyako had always been somewhat possessive. In a positive
sort of way, or so she believed. She would do everything for those she
held dear if it was in her power. And if it was not, well, then she
would find another way. Maron and her had been very close for years
and she took the promise of friendship they had given each other VERY
seriously. Without Maron she would have never been integrated into
school like this. Miyako owed a lot to Maron when she had believed in
her when no one else did and had always sought to repay that debt
somehow. Giving up Chiaki was a small sacrifice. She had really
believed that he could make her best friend happy, that he could make
her open up in ways she lacked the ability to. As much as that sad
realization pained her, it had been alright that way...
'But now she's more hurt than before. I wonder if she will ever
trust someone again?'
Cursing Chiaki mentally, Miyako moved her head slightly,
preparing to place a soft, soothing kiss on Maron's forehead. The
sight was heartbreaking and she swore to herself she would do
anything, everything that was necessary to make her best friend feel
better.
Maron, meanwhile, was lost in her own jumbled thoughts. She was
even more confused now than before, debating whether or not it would
be worth to trust Miyako with the entire story. Right. How could she
do that? She was Kaitou Jeanne, the one Miyako had sworn to capture.
How could she tell her the entire, true story without mentioning that
'tiny' detail? She couldn't, that was what. She couldn't because that
would destroy even more trust. Hers, just as much as Miyako's. Maron
knew how it would end and that end wouldn't be pretty. Miyako would
feel betrayed and she would end up in jail by the hands of her best
friend. A true proof of trust indeed.
That's why it was best to trust nobody but yourself.
Why did it feel so hollow to think that then all of a sudden?
Why did she yearn to just simply go ahead and tell her best friend
anything? Maron couldn't deny that deep down she wanted to trust
Miyako, she wanted to believe in her to understand. But how can you
trust someone like that when you have never learned how to?
It was a predicament that held seemingly no escape. On any other
occasion she would have come up with something to cover for her
feelings. By tomorrow, she probably would have had some story at hand
that she could tell everyone else who would question her mood or the
inevitable clash that would follow in school at some point with
Chiaki. However, right now, that was impossible. The wound was still
too fresh and Miyako had not let her any time to compose herself. She
had found her in a vulnerable position with no way out...
What was she to do?
Later on no one would know what made Maron look up at her best
friend again at just that crucial moment. It would be impossible to
tell if it was just pure coincidence, a whim of fate or even Father's
will... Who would knew? Who could knew? Who would even care to know
later? Probably no one.
Miyako was too surprised at the moment to stop her movement, her
lips' target suddenly shifting away and finding a new one. A very
kindred one.
Everything seemed to stop for an endless moment. Maron's eyes
were wide open, her sobs effectively silenced and the tears at least
frozen for the current instance. Miyako was not better off with a look
of incredulous bewilderment at this turn of events. However, there was
also a sudden apprehension in her expression that puzzled some tiny
part of Maron's mind.
And then it was over. Or it should have been. They were supposed
to pull apart in sudden embarrassment and apologies for the accident.
Then they might as well laugh about it in the best of cases, breaking
the sorrowful mood lying over the apartment.
Just as with the movement that had brought about the unintended
kiss, Maron would have trouble explaining it later on. The best she
would come up with was that the stress and the emotional pain of the
recent discovery had finally exhausted her defenses and sent her
rational mind into exile for the time being. Miyako let out a startled
gasp when she felt Maron's arms fly around her, practically crushing
her against the other girl's body as she unexpectedly deepened the
kiss. The young policeman's daughter could only look on in wide-eyed
wonder at the actions of her best friend and she could only follow
along with the practically desperate pressure of Maron's lips against
her own...
And somewhere from the deepest depths of her heart something
stirred that she had thought to have long buried.
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A spell had overtaken the two girls but it wasn't a magical one.
Well, not in the sense of mystical, divine or demonic intervention...
or not that we know of at least. Thoughts were becoming hard to form
and reason was a concept unknown of for the time being. The actions
between them became blurry in the participants' own minds and when a
bit of rational thought slowly emerged from wherever it had been
banned to before, they were rather shocked at the positions they found
themselves in.
Lost in the spell Maron had managed to push her friend onto the
ground and was right now halfway leaning over her, the purple-haired
girl's arm around her neck as they continued to kiss, now open-mouthed
and with tongue. That alone should have been enough to snap them back
to reality but what really did was the soft moan of instinctual
approval from Miyako. Maron had unconsciously began to touch the other
girl's breast through the fabric of her uniform.
However, while their minds were wakeful again after the brief
bout of very intense necking, they were still trapped in the quickly
escalating situation, and neither made much of a move to untangle
themselves from the other. They both simply froze for another moment,
faces just inches apart from each other, Maron's hand still resting on
Miyako's left breast. Neither said anything. A deafening silence
echoed throughout the apartment. Neither made a move, frozen in the
act, knowing that they should stop but not wishing to...
Maron was lost in a place between reason and yearning. A
yearning of the kind she had kept hidden so carefully, barely letting
anyone see it. Chiaki had and he had damaged it even further when it
already was. What was she doing here? With Miyako? Her best friend? It
didn't even matter to her at the moment that she was another girl. Was
she just looking for an excuse, was her subconscious trying to cling
onto something, just to drown out her misery? But then she would just
be using Miyako and that was something that hurt her more than
thinking about Chiaki's betrayal.
Why?
Why would something that hadn't happened and wouldn't happen if
she just didn't want to, why did that single thought hurt so much
more?
Because she wanted so desperately to trust someone and have that
trust returned. And the one person who she always wanted to share that
trust with first and foremost had been and still was Miyako. Long
before Fin entered her life, long before Chiaki came along and...
diverted her attention. Yes, that's what he did. He had come in
between Miyako and her and the strong friendship they had had, still
had... That promise, when they were so young, it was important to her.
More so than Miyako might even realize. Because out of all her
classmates and so-called friends, Miyako had always been the one to
understand her most, even when she had worn a brave front, not letting
her best friend see her own problems. Miyako would know, more than any
other.
"We should move this to the bed. This is a little
uncomfortable." Maron blinked, nearly scared out of her skin at the
sudden words breaking the silence and even more so at the casual
humor, accompanied by an affectionate smile. Both ripped through
Maron's single moment of clarity, filling her with confusion once
again at the look she saw in her best friend's eyes. She couldn't
identify it but for some reason it reminded her of Chiaki... It was a
comparison she wished not to make but she had no one else to compare
with. No one else who had ever looked at her this way. Like she was
the most important thing in the world. But that was ridiculous, Miyako
wasn't...
"Miyako, we should..." the attempt was halfhearted and she knew
it. She was too emotional drained and confused, too vulnerable to
fight back whatever had overcome her. And the other girl wasn't
helping very much by her refusal to make any attempts of stopping
this...
Miyako loosened one arm from around Maron's neck, only to place
it on one side of her face. She herself was overcome with the
strangeness of the situation but even more so with the sudden waves of
affection and... love, yes, love that she felt like drowning in all of
a sudden. She had fantasized about it. Once, twice maybe. Just a
random thought, a random stupid idea playing on the edges of her mind.
She had always admired Maron. Her inner strength and resolve to
shoulder her burdens and to still keep smiling every day. And at the
same time she had always wanted to take these burdens away, to lessen
the pain her friend no doubt felt about her parents' absence and the
loneliness that was a direct cause of that.
It had started as a silly idea at one night. A humorous thought
that if life continued as it was, she and Maron would probably one day
end up married as inseparable as they used to be. That silly notion
had then plagued her the entire night, her mind stubbornly refusing to
let go and as much as she tried to, she wasn't even in the
slightest... shocked at the concept.
That had been a short while before Jeanne and before Chiaki.
Chiaki had made a nice distraction from these thoughts and yet they
remained lingering somewhere in the depths of her heart.
"We should," Miyako conceded eventually, making no move to
follow through with her words, her hand staying there it was, softly
gazing in confused and vulnerable brown eyes. She had never seen her
best friend so vulnerable. She had never been allowed to see her like
that. A part of her felt privileged all of a sudden but the pang in
her heart at the raw pain of whatever it was that Chiaki had done to
break Maron's fragile trust quickly overrode that. Something needed to
be done about it. Something equally drastic to show Maron that she
could at least trust her.
Maron felt a mixture of relief and disappointment when Miyako
finally, after such a long time of fixing Maron with that irritating
gaze, made a move to slip out from underneath her, ending this...
thing... which had definitely gone on long enough. However, her
rational mind had not nearly enough time to recover, still stunned at
what transpired and trying to figure out just what she had seen in her
best friend's eyes. Miyako had obviously no intention to stop. All
that she did was roll over the small length to the couch where she
then proceeded to sit, looking down at Maron with an expectant gaze.
She had one hand outstretched and it seemed like she was actually...
beckoning her.
What the...?
Once again torn between reason and instinct, the latter still
mostly in control won out as she moved forward. However, Maron stopped
briefly when she reached for Miyako's offered hand. This was crazy but
she couldn't stop herself, for reasons only vaguely making sense to
her... And it seemed Miyako couldn't either, for her own reasons.
There was one thing though that she needed to know. Regardless
of how strong the yearning was, there was one thing holding her back.
One thing slamming into her with a force of a brick wall, stopping an
out-of-control drive abruptly. And by all means she should not even
attempt to tear it down. The thought of what would happen if Miyako
found out about her secret was the only thing stopping her. She'd end
up doing the same to her as Chiaki did to her, breaking her trust.
"Miyako, I am..." What was she doing? Was she that desperate?
She couldn't tell her, not now, not ever. But how could she expect
trust when she wouldn't give it herself? Who else to trust than
Miyako?
Miyako, as if sensing her thoughts leaned forward, taking
Maron's hand firmly in both of hers. "I know, Maron-chan. I know."
Gasping in surprise, Maron felt her last line of defense crumble
at the declaration of this. She could see it in Miyako's eyes. The
understanding, the comprehension of the secret she had tried so hard
to hide. That by all means should have shocked her, flooding her mind
with questions about the how and why. But what was even more shocking
and what effectively erased any kind of resistance she could have
still mastered was the total lack of accusation or hurt at the
betrayal which SHOULD have been there.
When Miyako pulled her up and into another, softer now,
actually... loving kiss, she knew that she had lost. Funny, usually
she succeeded in everything that she set her mind to eventually... but
on the emotional field, she had never been a very good competitor.
This had proven to be a battle she could not win... or at least the
part of her could not that would shy away from the basics of this kind
of combat.
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The rest of what transpired was pure instinct. Both girl's
thoughts took a pleasant vacation, not troubling themselves for this
brief time period about the past or future. About the reasons and the
consequences.
Maron melted into the kiss this time willingly, submitting to
the yearning inside of her, the craving for love and affection that
she wanted so much from her parents, that she thought she had found in
Chiaki, both times being disappointed. She feared the same now but at
the same time there was a powerful security preventing her from giving
into the fear. Miyako wouldn't disappoint her, she wouldn't break her
trust. It was more than a wish-belief. After all the policeman's
daughter had just, in a single exchange, revealed her knowledge about
her identity as Jeanne and that it didn't matter to her, that she was
forgiven without needing to give a reason. That she was trusted.
Both girls had never done what was intended now but in such a
situation, instincts are often just as good as knowledge. Often even
more so.
Moaning, Maron lost herself in the sensation of Miyako's probing
against her lips. She was refusing to grant her entrance but not so
much in an unwilling than a playful way now. Caution, reason and other
such things were thrown out of the window and since she had
surrendered to this strange base desire, Maron was going to do her
best to make the experience at least a worthwhile one.
Miyako groaned in frustration at her friend's lack of compliance
and tried to shift their positions... but even though Miyako was more
a less a junior police officer, Maron had always been a bit stronger.
She had always trained herself more intensely she figured, not just in
Rhythmic Gymnastic. And now was no exception. Maron easily had the
leverage about the slightly older girl, placed as she was in Miyako's
lap, pressing her into the backrest of the couch. The purple-haired
girl yelped a little in surprise when Maron suddenly caught her tongue
between the edges of her lip before meeting it with her own.
'Competitive, aren't we?' Miyako thought with a sparkling glint
in her eyes, not surprised to find a bit of mischief reflected back on
her. Whatever had brought this on, they had connected on a level much
deeper and more... intimate... than ever before. And the feeling
was... exquisite. It burned away their prior problems like they were
made out of paper.
Maron moved away from Miyako's mouth after a full minute or so
of giving no quarter in their tongue fight. A trail towards her
friend's... lover's cheek ended with a whisper into her ear, a
somewhat husky command that made Miyako shiver in anticipation. "Lie
down."
After Maron moved so that her soon-to-be-lover could comply with
the request, she positioned herself on Miyako's stomach with the other
girl's legs trapped between her own. Both girls were somewhat
uncertain how to proceed. Well, they did know about the general
procedure of sex but this was still uncharted territory, not to
mention that they were both girls.
Not wanting to think about it because thinking would surely
spoil the moment while changing nothing of the outcome, Maron took the
initiative once again and removed her top in one swift movement making
her passive partner-in-crime gasp slightly at the sight of bare skin
only covered by a moderate bra. A thin layer of perspiration could be
seen glimmering in the dim light of the Moon, the only real light
illuminating the apartment. Her hands were shaking a little,
tentative, almost to the point of shy, when Miyako reached up to touch
her best friend. Maron shivered at the touch but leaned in
unconsciously, urging her friend onwards. And onwards Miyako
proceeded, magnetically pulled towards the clasp hiding the last of
Maron's upper body. The younger girl moaned, beginning her own
explorations again, her hands roaming over the skill clothed chest
area of Miyako, eliciting similar sounds of approval.
"Miyako..." Maron gasped out sharply. The police daughter had
succeeded in slipping off her bra. The piece of undergarment had
fallen to the floor next to them, long forgotten since Miyako was
already directing attention to the young, average-sized breasts in
front of her. She was surprised at the lack of embarrassment that she
felt... or not felt. In any case, it probably was the surrealism of
the situation, a situation she would have betted all her money against
happening if given the chance when she first entered the apartment.
This was all so new and very bizarre. If not for the pleading look in
Maron's eyes that at first had been nothing more than a distant
glimmer, she doubted she would have gone through this. Only for Maron
she would.
Miyako had trouble continuing her inexperienced yet effective
massage of her friend-turned-lover's breasts because Maron had once
again slipped away. Actually she had just skidded backwards a little
on the usual comfy but right now somewhat narrow-seeming couch so that
she could reach the hem of Miyako's uniform. It was an innocent, not
even planned action but by doing so their regions below that
simultaneously increased their heat for the last few minutes now
brushed against each other through the fabrics of their respected
skirt and trousers. Miyako gripped for Maron's breasts a little
tighter at the flare that shot through her courtesy of the contact
which in turn heightened Maron's own experience of the moment.
Pleasure overriding the slow pace mostly caused by nagging
uncertainty and inexperience, Maron pulled up Miyako's top with
renewed vigor, delighting in the feel of her hands as they brushed
over the bare skin below. Lifting up her arms and upper body Miyako
complied instantly, making the yellow uniform join Maron's own in a
heap on the floor. Both now felt the need for more contact, more skin
contact. And fast.
Maron, however, took her time to admire her best friend's body
underneath the usual layers of clothing, trailing lazy paths with her
hands over the bare skin, paths that all ended eventually at the edge
of the last concealment factor. She had always thought Miyako was
beautiful. She had a bit of an exotic quality with the dark purple
hair and the reddish-brown eyes not to mention that somewhat
extravagant hair style. But you could easily see that she was
practically as well trained as Maron was through her exercises in
Rhythmic Gymnastic. The skin was flawless and practically no ounce of
fat visible. In this undeniable erotic moment, the sight presented her
friend in a totally new light for Maron.
Miyako meanwhile was in a bit of trouble, cursing her
consciousness for rearing its ugly head in the most unsuited of
moments. She had taken the time to admire the brunette's body as well,
being equally taken by the moment. But a fleeting thought had spoiled
the experience a little. A thought that was hard to hold onto when
with a movement worthy of her other identity Maron somehow had managed
to unfasten her bra without the slightest bit of warning or visible
movement. And then grinning a little like a hungry cat, her best
friend leaned forward, flicking out her tongue to brush over one
QUICKLY hardening nipple.
"Oh God..." she breathed out at the flame of desire enveloping
her entire meaning... and Maron had just started! Emboldened by he
reaction Maron began an experimental exploration of her very sensitive
flesh, occasionally flicking over the nipple. Her second hand was
brought up to join the efforts of her lips and tongue.
The sensual overload was almost too much for Miyako to bear and
she whimpered in pleasure. She really, REALLY didn't want to stop. Not
at all...
'Stupid consciousness...'
"Maron, stop," she breathed softly. As if struck by a lightning
bolt the brown-haired sometimes Kaitou jerked her head up, stopping
her ministration and producing another whimper from Miyako, this time
in disappointment. Fighting down her own need, the purple-haired girl
was fast in alleviating her best friend's fears, knowing instantly
that in her fragile state the words could easily be misinterpreted...
and obviously had been. "No, no, not like that," Miyako underlined,
pulling a not resisting Maron up for a gentle, fluttery kiss that made
both girls tingle from the inside at the sweet feeling. Assured she
had the brunette's attention, she gesticulated towards Maron's phone.
"I need to call my parents and tell them that I'll stay over." At
Maron's look of comprehension, she looked down at their entangled
position, leaving not much room for movement. "And maybe we should
move this upstairs." It took Maron a bit longer to make the connection
but when she did, a small, adorable blush colored her cheeks and she
meekly nodded.
However, when she made to get up, Miyako immediately noticed the
apprehension, the moment that had captured and brought them to this
point, temporally broken, leaving room for the old feelings of fear
and doubt to return. Miyako caught Maron's hands which made the
brunette look back quizzically. The policeman's daughter tried to look
as convincing and honest as she could. She still found this crazy. Not
that she wasn't attracted to Maron, the entire event had pretty much
dragged out her feelings on the matter once more so far, but this
seemed so fast and drastic.
But if she let this stop now, it was almost guaranteed that
Maron would slip into depression again, undoing all progress she had
made in those few minutes with a for once unguarded Maron...
Besides... she wanted to see Maron happy. And if she somehow, through
some truly weird whim of fate, coincidence or whatever it was achieved
that goal herself, it would make her happy as well.
"I'll be up in a minute."
Maron stared for a few, long moments at her best friend's face,
brown eyes locked with reddish ones. Her mind was still a whirl and
now, during this interruption, she had briefly allowed herself to
ponder, to think about the rationality of her actions. This was crazy,
by all means, it was crazier than actually believing Chiaki/Sindbad
when he said he wasn't here by the Devil's orders. She was about to
have s... No, she was about to make love for the first time, to her
best friend other than Fin... And she wanted to. Her lonely self had
emerged with a new vengeance, betrayed by Chiaki it had grasped onto
that new, that maybe last ray of hope to find the love and trust she
had always wanted but in her fear to be hurt again never allowed
herself...
Miyako's eyes were so sincere. So open, unguarded and filled
with affection, it made her heart warm at the unexpected intensity to
be found in them.
Pushing back so-called reason which had only brought her
loneliness over the years back into the furthest corner of her heart
that she could find, a firm resolution settled in, taking its place.
She would try one more time, one last gamble. If that didn't work, she
might as well give it up altogether. Her neglected heart was tired of
the loneliness and yearning for attention.
With a smile, radiating the inner strength of Kusakabe Maron,
this time though devoid of its usual purpose of protecting her fragile
heart, she nodded at Miyako before starting to head for the stairs and
feeling naughty all of a sudden, wiggled her hips slightly, knowing
that her friend was watching her.
Back on the couch Miyako gulped silently and after Maron had
vanished up the stairs, practically jumped to the phone so that she
could get this call over with and join her soon-to-be lover upstairs
before either of them were to change their mind.
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Maron had been waiting upstairs in her bedroom for just about
the promised minute now. While her decision was final, she could not
help the apprehension and doubt lurking just beneath, only held back
by an iron will... Her selfish, lonely self was in control now but
only to a certain degree. With Miyako's presence missing, it was
enough to weaken whatever had driven her to the happenings below in
the first place. Weakening but not destroying. Oh no, she would be
going through with this. She wanted to go through this. A shudder of
giddiness made her tremble in sudden anticipation and she almost
jumped when the bed underneath her moved, announcing the arrival of
her soon-to-be-lover.
A kiss was placed on both of her bare shoulders, arms wrapping
around her body. Maron had been sitting on the edge of her bed, turned
away from the stairs all the time... after she had taken the time to
slip out of the rest of her clothing as an act of defiance, to make
sure that her doubts and fears wouldn't get the better of her. A kind
of crazy logic but Maron was way beyond reason and simply didn't care
about that anymore.
All those thoughts were banished instantly when she felt Miyako
come up behind her, pressing her equally nude chest into her back,
hands coming around to cup her breasts more firmly, with more purpose
than before and devoid of the slight hesitation. Both girls were in a
state of mind where hesitation could very well break the spell that
was pushing them onwards further and... neither of them wanted that to
happen.
Tilting her head, Maron found Miyako's intense eyes once again
gazing at her and without a word both leaned in for a kiss. Gentle and
slow at first, meaningful, before rapidly ascending into the
passionate spheres as Miyako's hands became bolder, massaging the
supple flesh beneath and once in awhile giving a tweak to her nipples.
The brunette was overwhelmed by the powerful feelings coursing through
her. She had imagined that it would be good, after all who wouldn't?
But they had all been fantasies, wishful dreams that growing up had
morphed into something so far out of reach she would have believed
this situation might never come for her. Now it was and she felt a
startling strong connection to her unexpected - but not entirely
unwanted - partner.
Maron was barely aware of Miyako's now wandering hands, losing
herself in the wonderful feelings their intimacy produced. Her eyes,
closed for some time now in order to better savor the feedback of her
other senses, snapped open at the first tentative brush over her
nether regions. She found Miyako gazing at her questioningly, unsure
of how... or better whether or not to proceed. The question was a
rather rhetorical one in their current situation. In their position
Maron was trapped into helpless passivity, unlike downstairs where she
had executed some control over what was happening. No, control was the
wrong term. She didn't have any control ever since Miyako crossed her
threshold and this bizarre twist had started. The brunette had been
unguarded, exposed, lacking any of her normal defenses and was thus
completely at the mercy of her previously bruised emotions and
whatever her best friend wanted her to do. Amazingly enough, she
didn't feel as frightened of the latter as she was of the former.
She trusted Miyako.
A slight nod from the other girl made Miyako smile broadly, not
to mention cheer inwardly at the first signs of deeper trust, trust
for her. Carefully she maneuvered her hand so that she could slip one
finger into Maron's certainly moist but also very tight passage. She
met less resistance than she had expected though, making her wonder if
Maron might have... experimented. Not that Miyako could blame her,
considering her own recent... curiosity. It was hard to tell though
and she surely wasn't going to ask about that right now.
Maron's eyes fluttered close again and a deep, very content
sound broke forth from her throat, ALMOST reminding Miyako of a cat's
purr. It was certainly stimulating as well as satisfying. For a moment
Miyako pondered the action of getting Maron to lie down for this,
however, she reveled too much into the current position of control and
Maron's unrestrained relent. Her best friend and now lover was showing
her a kind of trust that she had long sought and thus would not give
up easily.
By now the policeman's daughter had begun a leisure but steady
pace of moving her single digit around in Maron's passage. She had
waited a little until the brunette became more comfortable with the
intrusion before starting the first, tiny thrusts. An expression of
bliss masked the helpless girl's face and her breath came in rapid,
short intakes. Those sounds only doubled, maybe even tripled, when
Miyako settled a second finger experimentally against her entrance
before slowly working it inside...
If anyone could see her now, Maron surely would have died of
embarrassment. Not that she was suddenly ashamed of what they were
doing, of what Miyako was doing to her. Confused and astonished,
maybe, but not ashamed. In fact the fire that had started from her
thighs was quickly spreading through her whole body, making her feel
pleasure she never had felt before. Her sorrows, problems, depression,
all was washed away right now as she let herself fall, submitting
willingly to the ministrations of her best friend and now lover.
The brunette pressed harder into the contact when a second
finger had begun to stretch her most private of places, feeling an
overwhelming craving for the new rise of pleasure it brought.
Obviously sensing her increasing lust, Miyako's pace quickened, her
fingers now thrusting faster and deeper until they reached the final
bit of sanctuary left now...
"More..." Maron surprised herself with the request. Being at the
mercy of someone else for once though, the feeling of no control, the
necessity to trust someone else than her, it was an exhilarating
feeling, it was like a fire burning away at the walls she had built
around her heart, letting it soar freely after such a long time. Such
a... refreshing, liberating feeling...
While the single word could have been misunderstood Maron's
brown eyes were telling Miyako all she needed to know and it made her
choke in shocked surprise at the raw plea there. So fragile, so easy
to break apart, that naked, unprotected act of trust so unlike her
best friend. The sense of responsibility grabbing a hold of Miyako in
that moment was almost unbearable. Maron was offering her a gift of
trust she had even after the unexpected spiral of events executed
tonight not expected. Not yet, anyway, not for a long time probably.
It was in her hands, literally, to totally shatter or slowly
heal Maron's wounded heart.
"Miyako-chan," Maron whimpered, snapping her out of her shock.
She realized that she ceased the movements of her hand, much to her
lover's displeasure. "Please," Maron breathed out, the need in her
eyes overwhelming and hard to comprehend. It wasn't just lust but more
a raw need, a plea for attention, for the one thing that had been
lacking for most of the younger girl's life. Trust.
"Are you sure?" Miyako asked, bringing one hand to brush through
brown hair before stopping on one side of Maron's face. Before the
tiny yet firm nod came, Miyako knew already she could not refuse her
friend's wish, nor did she want to. It was up to her now to make Maron
happy and wasn't that what a part of her, a suppressed but still
strong part, had always wanted? Chiaki had obviously proven to have
failed the task, it was up to her now. And she would be damned if she
ended up hurting Maron as well. She would rather shoot herself...
Maron leaned her head back into Miyako's when the purple-haired
girl picked up the thrusting of her fingers again and now even wiggled
with a third on her entrance. The speed increased again and she could
only gasp and moan at the more frantic thrusts. Miyako was nuzzling
her hair and she could dimly pick up whispers of love and promises of
security which her heart absorbed greedily like a child would praise.
Maron was lost in the whirl of passion overtaking all her senses and
barely felt a difference when Miyako's third finger finally slipped
inside, stretching her much further. Not painfully so, Miyako was very
careful not to overdo it... The free hand had settled on Maron's right
breast and had reflexively been covered by both of Maron's own,
grasping tightly onto it in a way of further connecting to Miyako.
Just the tiniest bit of hesitation was warning Maron of the
moment she had longed for. Apprehension, doubt, fear as well as
desire, longing, yearning and her already wounded feelings of trust
came together with a sudden clash and deafening eruption when Miyako
thrust forwards again, breaking through the restricting layer of her
hymen, robbing her irreversibly of her virginity.
As the flare of pain was overridden by the cresting tsunami of
her release, Maron knew that she belonged to Miyako now. The older
girl - if only by a few months - held her heart, to shatter or to mend
as she pleased.
But she trusted Miyako. More than anyone else. Miyako would not
hurt her, that she was certain of.
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A couple of minutes later - or maybe it had been much longer,
neither girl could really tell - Miyako was lying on her back, keening
loudly at the attention her body was currently favored with. The
police daughter had always been a rather vocal girl with a menacing
temper that could be truly scaring if you ended up on the receiving
end. It was hard to refrain from just giving in to the urge to just
shout out her feelings right now. Only knowing that once she'd given
it, she might as well wake the entire floor provided the success of
her efforts. It was a very hard effort, that was for sure.
Maron had her lying down on the bed now and was beyond
feverishly paying her new lover back for the earlier treatment.
Whenever in the mood, Maron had often displayed a teasing nature, a
playfulness that could be both adorable and annoying at times.
However, Miyako had never missed to cherish these opportunities,
showing her friend from a more carefree, happier side. Right now, she
was torn between both adoration and annoyance again. Annoyance because
Maron was taking an exquisite and torturous time to treat her body
with her lips and tongue while slowly descending on it. A lick here, a
fluttering but all too brief kiss there, only occasionally more
persistent and arousing. The combination left her swaying between
dissatisfaction, anticipation and need. To make it short, Maron was
driving her crazy!
Maron for her part was savoring the experience. The pleasure
both physical as well as spiritual Miyako had brought her earlier was
a gift she would cherish forever. Now she had to pay her lover back
for the wonderful experience. That was what relationships were about,
right? Equal partners. She had given Miyako her trust and now it had
to work the other way round. And Miyako didn't make a move to
disapprove that notion, wiggling, squirming and all but growling at
times when Maron met a particular sensual spot with her mouth, but
never rushing her. Truth be told, Maron was taking her time not just
for the teasing but also too steel her resolve once more. This was
still uncharted territory and while she was not that oblivious to what
was meant to be done by her, she could not help but feel a certain
insecurity left. What Miyako had done to her was beautiful, unmatched
in her experience so far. What if she could not live up to that
example and...
She shoved the thought away vehemently, feeling Miyako's tangled
in her own, by now messy, hair. Looking up from her playful
path-carving, she gasped seeing the lust and need mixed within reddish
eyes into a powerful plea that was framed by cross features that Maron
recognized at being partially playful as well but also partial
serious. "If you don't start for real soon, I am going to be very
cross with you."
As was mentioned, Miyako's temper could be very scaring.
Maron gulped once and then giggled unexpectedly. "Yes, ma'am."
Ignoring the weak cries of the doubts having been tranquilized by
Miyako's actions, Maron resolved to not disappoint Miyako's trust as
much as she didn't wanted to be disappointed herself. These were
supposed to be the dynamics of a relationship, or at least she
believed so, she wished them to be...
This time Miyako did cry out, burying her hands deeper into
brown hair. Maron had been just below her left breast and had swiftly
ascended the short distance until she was able to touch her lips to
the erect nipple. She had already found out just how sensitive those
were and was now about to try something new. Not quite certain how far
to go, she applied just a little bit of pressure by tugging at the nub
with her teeth. Her experiment successful she sucked a bit harder,
making Miyako gasp at the sensation of just the tiniest bit of bit of
pain stimulating the pleasure. She nearly swore out loud when Maron
pulled away shortly after that but was silenced again as the target
was switched to its counterpart, meeting the same treatment... and the
same time span.
'Great, she's enjoying it', Miyako groaned inwardly but
restrained herself from pushing the pace. Maron had proven to be
stronger anyway and from the glint in her eyes Miyako believed she
wouldn't cease her torturous treatment until meeting her goal.
Whatever that... was...
"Marrrron..." A cry somewhere between squealing and purring
lurched from Miyako's lips. She had still been on that cloud between
pleasure and aggravation where her lover's latest actions had left her
and had barely seen her move further down her body before it was too
late. The feeling of Maron's tongue probing at her more than yearning
for the attention lower lips came wholly unexpected. Her eyes flew
wide open and she could only stare as Maron looked up briefly to meet
her gaze with a wicked grin before diving right in between her
compliantly wide-spread thighs.
The purple-haired girl was amazed at the boldness of the move.
While she had... um, read about this once - purely by accident! - she
had not expected Maron to know or at the very least not for her to
right away put it to practice. Not that Toudaiji Miyako would protest
one tiny bit! Biting her lip from screaming out loud, a series of
loud, satisfied moans accompanied Maron's sluggish, inexperienced but
nonetheless very pleasing efforts below.
Maron was thrilled at the response. She hadn't really know what
had made her do it, suddenly overcome to taste the salty juices,
product of her own effect on the other girl. The thought of finding it
a little gross never came to mind. She was functioning more or less
solely on instinct now, answering the demands of her body. And her
body had wanted to do that, so she had complied... not regretting it
at all.
The taste of Miyako's arousal was a mixture of salty and spicy.
A truly exotic combination, just like the girl herself often proved to
be. Maron was happily lapping them up once having received a sample.
Her tongue swirled around, trying to copy a bit clumsily the movements
or at least the invoked sensation that Miyako's efforts had brought
forth from her earlier. Judging by the moans and the occasional cry...
okay, more like shrikes bordering on the edge of a louder scream.
Miyako was by now beyond crazy, beyond wild. If the slow
ministrations before were frustrating, this was proving to be a total
sensual overload. Her hands that had come to rest just over her
breasts when Maron had slipped downwards, had begun to massage them
now, being caught in the whirlwind of ecstasy, mindless with pleasure
and need, with no way out. It didn't even matter to her that Maron was
proving to be a bit clumsy. Alright, Miyako herself had nothing to
compare with but it would not have mattered either way. She felt the
buildup of pleasure, the maelstrom of energy ready to crest any moment
now...
And Maron withdrew her tongue.
"Ma... RON!" she meant to shout in exasperation, heedless of the
noise now but the ceased sensation of her lover's tongue inside her
most sensitive area was soon replaced by the equally thrilling one of
two fingers pushing deep inside her, just to the tip of her own hymen.
Finding it difficult to even move her head, Miyako managed to meet the
querying brown eyes from below that she had expected to find. No
further movement or sign of approval was really necessary, their eyes
speaking everything, Miyako's own trust as heart-warming as Maron's
had before.
Without further ado Maron pushed forwards, making Miyako's head
fall down heavily onto the cushion again, the explosion rushing
through her entirely too powerful to do anything else. Distantly she
took note that Maron had brought her tongue back into play,
intensifying the roaring pleasure with the dual assault but Miyako had
already closed her eyes in absolute bliss. No fleeting fantasy could
have ever prepared her for this.
There was no regret whatsoever, in fact Miyako was very glad
that it was Maron who had made her feel like that. The policeman's
daughter vowed that she would make sure that Maron was happy, even if
she had to pummel everyone that threatened Maron's heart. It was hers
to treasure now, and treasure she would it as long as Maron wanted her
to and beyond.
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Morning came over Momokori and the sun slowly crept up into the
sky from beyond the horizon. The first rays began to shine through
windows, stirring the first unfortunate victims gently but in most
cases still unwanted from their dreams to meet the new day.
Kusakabe Maron grumbled still half-asleep, not wanting to leave
the feeling of security her dreams had given her. It had been nice
dreams, not the more than occasional nightmare she had become
accustomed to. She couldn't remember when the last time since her
parents left her alone had been that she had slept this good, neither
could she quite remember the reason.
The few rays peaking through her curtains were persistent,
however, and then she had finally rolled over with a groan her mind
was already almost awake, the cobwebs there clearing rapidly. And with
them came the memories. The memories of probably the most bizarre
nights she had ever experienced. The multitude of feelings the
opposing images she could recall on the brink of waking were
overwhelming for her sleepy mind. They weren't part of whatever dream
she had been having, she was certain of that. And she could tell that
she was quite naked, so that disapproved the imaginary theory all
together. Maybe just the part of Chiaki being Sindbad was imagination.
That would be nice.
Unfortunately logic reminded her that the night with Miyako
would certainly never have come to be if not for what she had learned
earlier at the church. In a way, whatever his intention, Chiaki had
lost any chance with Maron. But not quite as he might imagine. How
ironic.
The brunette quirked a smile at the wonderful memories of making
love to Miyako and the absolute security she had felt. Unlike Chiaki,
at no point after giving in to her best friend had she really doubted
that Miyako would let her fall, would hurt her like he did. The tiny
doubts and fears had not stood up to the friendship they had also
shared prior, providing a much firmer basis.
Maron proceeded to turn around to snuggle back into the embrace
of her lover, remembering fondly the way they had fallen asleep...
just to realize that she had just moved a few moments ago. Her eyes
flew open with a sudden outburst of strangling, cold fear and a silent
scream of denial from her heart. Miyako was nowhere to be seen.
A million and one possibilities ran through her head and having
her trust broken so much, her wish to be loved and love herself being
shattered so often, most of them were negative, centered on just that
possibility. And the idea of Miyako, who she trusted more than anyone
other than Fin doing this to her was unbearable. It didn't even begin
to compare to Chiaki's betrayal. This was...
"Oh no." The words accompanied by a sharp gasp gratefully cut
her dark thoughts short. Miyako had just taken the last step upwards.
She had to briefly go down and assure her mother and father that
everything was alright with Maron and her. They'd surely worry despite
of how much they knew both could take of themselves. Her explanations
yesterday had been short and not telling much. Maron had still been
sleeping when she woke up rather early and, not wanting to disturb the
sight of her peaceful sleeping lover, had quietly slipped out of the
bed to take care of that business before other things would come up.
Miyako kicked herself mentally at her stupidity. 'First morning
after you vowed to make Maron happy and you already messed up.' She
had broken the first rule of what not to do on a morning after with
your fragile-hearted lover who had experienced too much heartache
already. Never let them wake up alone.
"Oh, Maron-chan!" Faster than Maron was even able to blink, the
policeman's daughter had crossed the short distance from the stairs to
the bed and was next to her on the bed, enveloping her in a crushing
hug that did indeed that. Crush the brief but all too real fear the
brunette had experienced upon waking with Miyako there. "I'm so
sorry," the purple-haired girl apologized profusely, on the verge of
tears. "I was just making sure that my parents wouldn't worry too much
and you looked so peaceful and beautiful sleeping, I just couldn't
wake you and..."
Maron blinked as her best friend and now lover rambled on, her
heart warming when faced with such powerful concern and banishing even
the latest bits of doubts that remained. Hugging Miyako with equally
fervor, resting her head on the older girl's shoulders. "It's okay,
Miyako-chan. You are here now, that's all that counts. I was stupid
for doubting you even a moment." Miyako started to disagree but was
surprised, pleasantly so, at being silenced by a kiss.
She had really been stupid, Maron reasoned silently. After last
night, she should never have doubted Miyako, not even caught between
dreaming and reality. She cursed her own weakness and how quick she
let herself hurt whenever something like this happened. She always
tended to make snap judgments when her heart was hurt, making up
excuses or simply closing herself off from the hurt altogether. Maybe
she had even done Chiaki wrong... After all, the least she could have
done was hear him out and then decide whether she wanted to believe
his motives or not. Well, that had eventually resulted in the events
of last night. Something she was NOT sorry about. Certainly not.
They had lain awake afterwards for some time, spent and
altogether sated. It was nice just to be in each other's arms, holding
each other, feeling the other's soft, regular breathing. They had
talked a little then. Especially since Maron once the action was over
with had been rather curious about Miyako's obvious knowledge about
Jeanne. Apparently Miyako had been suspecting something ever since the
incident with the symbol of their friendship. At first she had not
remembered anything but then pieces of her memory clouded by the
demon's presence in her body had resurfaced. Not enough to make much
sense, but enough to make her think. From that point onwards she had
put the puzzle together slowly. That had reminded Maron of something
Fin told her once. When under a demon's control the victim actually
did experience everything but after freed the subconsciousness usually
chose to push away the horrifying experience and act as if all that
never happened or all memory of this time was lost. It figured, Miyako
was always to persistent to just let her subconsciousness shut away
some frightening experience forever.
Without exactly knowing the details, Miyako had figured most of
it out for herself, which spoke volumes for the girl but also volumes
for the trust she put in Maron. There was no blame put upon her for
keeping the secret and Miyako had not even once considered blowing her
cover, knowing somewhere deep down that Maron DID have a good reason
for doing what she was.
*You could never be a pity thief,* Miyako had said with utmost
conviction and the memory of that was adding to the warmth spreading
through her now, hugging Miyako so closely, their lips gentle and
sweetly pressed against each other. She was safe here, with her.
Miyako would guard her heart. Always. Not even finding out about her
being Jeanne had swayed her opinion of Maron's character. What more
was there to prove someone trustworthy than that?
The brunette sighed when their lips separated. Tugging at Miyako
who was only dressed in a simple robe, she pulled them both down to
lie back on the covers. Getting the hint Miyako moved so that their
position that they went to sleep in and which she had awakened to was
copied again. With her spooned up behind Maron, the brunette snuggled
deep into her body like a frightened child seeking shelter... and
finding it.
"I want to stay like this forever," Maron admitted after awhile
of comfortable silence. Feeling so content and secure. It was almost
like those blurry memories of her childhood, when she was so young she
barely remembered it. She and her parents had still been a family
then. A real, loving family. Right now she felt equally sheltered.
There were many things to do, many things to talk about, but they
could wait a little while longer.
"It's almost time to get up for school," Miyako replied casually
but made no move to do just that. "I can stay here if you want. I told
Okaasan you weren't feeling well and that I would take care of you if
you would like me to."
Oh, how much Maron wanted her to. How much she wanted nothing
else right now than to stay like this. Peaceful and loved for once.
Not waking up alone every night, with no one around to wake her or
greet her when she got up for breakfast. Fin had briefly filled this
void but not the way Miyako did now, after last night. She wasn't
entirely certain where this was going to lead to, however, if this was
just the beginning... then she would not mind finding out what else
lay in store for her... for them. Thoughts of consequences, reactions
and such troubling things were on the edge of her mind. She wasn't
allowing them to take hold yet, savoring the tranquility of the
moment.
And nonetheless what Maron said was a different thing, knowing
that it would be rather selfish to hold back Miyako. She was indeed
not feeling up to go back to school today. Too much would certainly be
occupying her mind. Chiaki - who she had resolved to face soon and
find out about his real motives -, the new relationship between her
and Miyako... "No, Miyako-chan. I don't want to hold you back,
besides... I need to think some stuff through on my own."
Maron was startled when Miyako turned her around a bit so that
the two girls could look at each other. The intensity and sincerity of
what she saw in the red eyes of her long time best friend, and now so
much more, was breathtaking, more than underlining and confirming her
next words. "I love you, Maron," Miyako spoke in a whisper, still
maintaining a firm strength in her voice, belying no argument about
the matter.
The object of that declaration and devotion was too stunned to
answer right away. She had seen it last night but had been uncertain
just how much had been a product of her imagination. But now, now she
was unable to deny the unwavering sincerity of these words. Maron felt
tiny all of a sudden, inadequate, because she felt like she needed to
reply to that, in kind, equally as convincing... But she couldn't.
Love was something she had never really learned and all her attempts
had ended in ruins. How was she supposed to make such a honest
declaration if she didn't even know exactly what love was?
Miyako could see her struggle. For her, the words had been
easier. She had her parents as a wonderful example and why sometimes a
little shy - as her crush on Chiaki had proven - she was usually quite
certain about her feelings once she had determined them for what they
were. She did love Maron. It had grown over the years, she assumed,
but was not really sure what had started it to begin with. Maybe there
wasn't so much as a fixed point of origin, more like a gradual thing.
It had more or less slipped by her without notice until now.
But last night had made clear to her just what exactly it was
that she was feeling for her best friend. She wanted to make her
happy, guard her fragile heart and make sure that beautiful smile
Maron wore in moments of joy never vanished and became more sincere
than she thought it was most of the time. In short, Maron had become
much more important to her over the years than just a best friend.
Seeing Maron struggle with an answer, Miyako leaned forward to
gently press a finger against Maron's lips, shaking her head ever so
slightly. "Don't," she commanded quietly. "I know. Tell me on your own
time."
Relief flooded Maron's heart, relief and another wave of
amazement at just how much Miyako proved to know her even with Maron
usually guarding her emotions from everyone. Words were not always
necessary it would seem. Miyako was right for her, she knew that then.
Whether to call it love she did not know but she swore to find out and
not to keep Miyako waiting for too long. And she would not disappoint
her either.
The exchange of trust initiated last night and surviving the
morning had created a new bond between the two girls, one neither was
wishing to break. And soon enough that new bond would prove fatal for
the efforts of two certain high-ranked demons... Because as the two
lovers continued to enjoy their morning snuggle and the first twinges
of a blossoming love that neither had looked or dared to find in the
other but was nonetheless welcomed and cherished, it would appear
Noin's plan to weaken Jeanne's heart had quite clearly backfired.
THE END(?)
(Ask my muse, not me)
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Author's Notes
Oy, what was that exactly, Maia?
[*looks out of the window, innocently whistling*]
Right... There you see. I had nothing to do with it. I mean it is nice
that she got so inspired to let me write this in a little over a
day... Close two twenty pages in my usual format in a little over one
day (including sleep, pauses etc.) but... would you mind concentrating
on SL please? Geez, now you give her a project with a multi-fandom
basis but no... she goes of and makes me do something completely
different.
'tis the fate of us authors. We art though at the mercy of our
muses... (please ignore my pathetic attempt of old-style English...)
Right. If you managed to actually read through this, I congratulate
you. Not that it's bad. Without having read over it yet (what I'll do
before posting) I admit that I AM quite satisfied with that. So what
do you think?
It would appear that I REALLY cannot right a pure lemon (well, the SL
side arc excluded since I am just filling in scenes). I am just too
much of a drama/epic writer so there has to be some plot, there has to
be character development and... THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT,
S-H-O-R-T lemony ficclet. Nothing more... Great, I really can't write
PWP... Which, I suppose is actually a good thing but still... It took
me about one third of the story length before I even got to a distant
lemony part...
Don't misunderstand. I don't like plot-less lemon and I always try to
make mine at least remotely discerning. But... Crap, I can't even call
that a SHORT story anymore. Goes way beyond the usual length of my
usual length for one. It was not planned that way...
*glances around* What? Oh fine, I stop complaining and get on with it.
There is actually not much to say. She *points at muse* was bugging me
so much I decided to at least give it a try to shut her up...........
she's already throwing sequel ideas into my head!!!
No, no, I don't know if I do one, and if I certainly don't know when,
my focus IS still on the Soul Lights Continuum, I just got...
sidetracked.
It was an interesting experience to write, that I can easily admit.
Both Maron and Miyako aren't exactly easy to do but it went rather
well. I don't claim that I invested as much time as into my Sailor
Moon stories for the characters to get them just right and believable.
I suppose in this story they do appear a little out of character here
and there although I really tried to be as close to what I believe
their (anime) personality to be like.
As for Miyako having a key... Well, now come on. They've been living
next to each other for years I believe and Maron is all alone right
now. I would believe that the Toudaiji family at least has one key in
case of emergencies or whatnot. Why Miyako never used it? Because she
didn't want to invade Maron's privacy without permission. That's all
purely hypothetical of course, but makes some sense, yes? Then again,
I just remember that in at least one of the episodes, Miyako showed up
in Maron's apartment as well without being led in. I think it was the
one with the old lady who Maron took home with her... That could have
had numerous reasons of course.
As for the layout. I'm not sure which episode it was but there was a
shot of Maron's apartment once or twice and as much as I remember I
believe that it is sort of divided in two levels with a few stairs
leading upstairs, where I BELIEVE her bed is... Correct me if that
isn't true but that's what I used as a basis here.
I realize lots of questions were left open. I am keeping the option
for a follow-up after all, maybe a S-H-O-R-T one... right, as if that
will happen. That depends on if she gets any more inspiration from
watching the rest of the rerun... Maybe, I shouldn't watch to begin
with? Nah...
Enough, it's getting late and I have typed enough. Fingers getting
tired. Hope you liked that odd piece from Yours Truly, the master of
strange pairings... Email me feedback, leave reviews or whatever but
comments in whatever form if remotely constructive are always
appreciated.
Au revoir, yours
Matthias
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