Final Healing
June 20, 2006 – July 13, 2006
SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for the entire series exist in this fanfic.
Do not read on if you don't want to know how the story ends.
Author's notes and omakes follow this fanfic.
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"Himeko! Over here! Over here!"
The restaurant was just starting to hit its noontime rush, and
Kurusugawa Himeko could just barely make out the jovial voice of her
old high school roommate over the bustle of other patrons. Turning
her blonde head this way and that, Himeko finally managed to spy the
top of Saotome Makoto's messy brown hairdo. Makoto was grinning
like a mad woman as she stood beside a table by a large window through
which sunlight was pouring warmly.
All the worry and stress she felt about the things she had to tell her
best friend today melted away to nothing when she saw that sunny,
familiar face.
Makoto waved happily and Himeko, as well as every other woman in the
restaurant, could see the shiny stone glittering shamelessly on her
left hand. Himeko couldn't help but feel the already large smile on her
own face grow wider as she realized that Mako-chan probably had just
as much to tell her about the intervening months since they'd last met
as she did to the other woman.
"Oh my god, Mako-chan!" Himeko squeeeeed with excitement as happy young
women were wont to do and greeted Makoto with a heartfelt hug which
was returned with an equal heartiness. "Congratulations!!" They
separated and Himeko promptly lifted the other woman's left hand up
to admire the ring with just the right hint of jealousy in her voice
as was demanded by politeness. "Have you and Souma-kun set a date yet?"
"June 30th of next year!" Makoto said with a laugh as she rubbed the
back of her head sheepishly. Himeko was glad that though some things
inevitably changed, the important things hadn't. Though they were
both going to graduate from university within the year, wearing a
fashionably sporty track suit and her trademark super-sized grin,
Makoto didn't look like she'd aged a day since high school. "Make sure
you book that date off, alright? I can't have the Maid of Honor not
show up to the wedding!"
Himeko's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "M-me?"
"Of course, dummy! Who else could it be? Aaah, well Souma wanted you to
be his best man, but I had to put my foot down. You belong to me!
Besides, I think Yukihito-sempai would have cried a fountain if we
didn't give him the role. So whaddaya say?" Makoto's eyes were full of
hope.
"Oh, how could I say no! I'd be delighted, Mako-chan!" Himeko laughed
as the brunette did a victory dance before the two of them sat down at
their table. Only now, basking in the other woman's animated joy,
did Himeko realize just how much she'd missed her best friend's
boisterousness and energy - not that she regretted moving away from
Mahoroba to attend college in a bigger city. She'd never have been
able to find her true love if she'd stayed in the sleepy little town...
Himeko smoothed out her short white skirt and tossed her hair over the
shoulder of her light green sweater. The waiter came momentarily, put
down some complimentary water and took their orders. After he left,
Himeko leaned in excitedly, conspiratorially. "Sooo! Details, details!
Tell me the details! How did Souma-kun propose?" She lifted the water
to her lips.
"While in the throes of an orgasm."
Himeko's eyes bulged and she ended up spraying the water she was trying
to drink all over her friend. "What?!"
Makoto laughed even as she wiped the water and spit from her face with
a napkin. "Yeah, that was sort of my reaction too! Only it
wasn't water in my mouth at the time."
Himeko felt her face go red as she instinctively scanned the restaurant
for anyone who may have heard them.
"Oh come on!" Makoto teased, wagging a fork at the blonde. "What's up
with that expression? Souma and I are responsible adults and we've been
together since high school! We're getting married for chrissake!"
"I know, I know!" Himeko couldn't help continuing to blush. "But I've
known Souma-kun since we were children! To me, he's always going to be
the little boy who used to give me rides on the back of his bicycle! I
don't wanna know about his... his... intimate life!"
"Aho! Is that why you turned him down in tenth grade? Be careful,
Himeko!" Makoto continued her wide grin tease. "Little boys don't
remain little boys forever! They tend to turn into strapping young men
and in the case of Oogami Souma, they even turn into sleek, sculpted,
well endowed, gods amongst men-"
Himeko pretended to cover her ears even as she giggled. "La la la, I
can't hear you! I can't hear you!" Thus thwarted, Makoto turned to
communicating using hand signals and bodily gestures that were far
worse than her words. The blonde half cringed and half laughed at her
friend's antics. "Alright, stop that!"
Makoto ginned. "Fine fine, but I trust you got the point?"
"More than I ever wished, Sensei!"
The brunette gave an over dramatic shrug. "Aaah, and all my hard work
is for naught. Oh well. I guess I should be glad you're not interested
in Souma that way - otherwise, I never would've had the chance, eh?"
A crease of worry marred Himeko's brow as she put her hands up. "Maah,
don't say it like that! Both you and Souma-kun were the inter-high
representatives for school three years running! You're both such kind
hearted and strong people, it would have only been a matter of time
before you got together. It had nothing to do with me!"
"Except for all that time you spent inviting the both of us to outings
and then casually disappearing?" Makoto winked.
Himeko realized she wasn't going to win this conversation, even though
her old roommate wasn't entirely correct. She hadn't ever meant to
leave her friends alone in each other's company. There really had been
a very good reason every single time, but if Mako-chan hadn't believed
her for the last four years, she wasn't going to start now. Himeko
heaved a putout sigh. "Saa, have it your way! I am the only reason
you and Souma-kun are together and you owe all your future troubles and
fortunes to me! There, are you happy?"
Makoto nodded smugly. "Very." Her grin grew slightly less brazen, and
infinitely more fond as she gave Himeko a light bonk on the head. "So
stop putting yourself down, okay? You're a very important person to
both of us."
The blonde had to return her old roommate's fond smile. After all these
years, Mako-chan was still looking out for her. Himeko gave Makoto's
hand a quick squeeze. "As are both of you to me."
The track star looked very pleased before her face did a 180 and she
coughed, blushing. "But enough about me! Tell me about this person you
were gushing about on the phone! Oh my god, I can't believe you
*actually* found the holder of the other half of your sea shell! That's
in-freaking-credible!!"
Himeko murmured, feeling her ears grow warm. The heat was rising in her
cheeks too, but so was a shy, pleased smile. "Well... it's been almost
seven months now."
"Eeeeaaaarg!" Makoto's fists were shaking excitedly. "Meany! How could
you keep this from me for so long?!"
The blonde giggled and put her hands up, motioning the other woman to
calm down. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but, the last few
months have just been so... well, sometimes, I can hardly believe it
myself! I just... oh, Mako-chan! I can't even begin to describe the
feeling!"
How could she possibly put her feelings into words? The way time had
seemed to slow? How one single foot step had made everyone else in
the world just fade away? How impossible, how inevitable it felt,
when the other half of the seashell which had dangled from her own
neck since her eighth birthday, was right in front of her, suspended
from a beautiful silver necklace, tied around a long, graceful neck
that supported the most maddeningly familiar face she had never seen
before in the world?
"Her name... is Miyahime. Miyahime Chikane." Himeko didn't know just
how stunning she looked then, as the sunlight drifted over her face,
and illuminated her love struck smile.
Lunch came presently and both girls ate heartily. Himeko told Makoto
all about her Chikane-chan - about how the girl had spent many years
studying abroad, about her budding career as a professional pianist,
and about her recent return to Japan.
She told Makoto about how kind Chikane-chan was - the fabulous places
Chikane had taken her, the way she always brought back small presents
whenever she had to go away for a show, the attentive way she'd listen.
She told Makoto about how wholly they fit together - of her delight
in discovering they shared the same birthday, of the way the girl
seemed to perfectly understand her, of the way they seemed like they'd
always been together, of the way she couldn't imagine how she'd ever
gotten along before her.
She told Makoto about how beautiful Chikane-chan was - how the sun
always seemed to make her bottomless marine blue eyes shine, how long
and gorgeous her flowing dark hair was, how her inherent grace made
every step she took seem like dance, how soft her skin was, and how
sweet her lips were.
"What's she like in bed?" Makoto teased.
The question seemed to break Himeko out of the lovey-dovey spell she
always seemed to fall under whenever she thought about Chikane. "Eh?"
The track star repeated her question. "Come on, Himeko! I'm curious!
I've only ever been with Souma! What's it like to sleep with another
woman?? And a professional pianist no less..." She wiggled her fingers
suggestively.
Himeko turned bright red. "U-um! Well, that is... I mean... we...
well..." She wished the ground would open up and kindly swallow her
whole.
Makoto raised both eyebrows. "What? You haven't done it yet? You're
kidding me!"
"It's true," Himeko sighed. "Chikane-chan... Chikane-chan is...
actually really reserved. So, we've been taking things kinda slowly."
Like, very, very *very* slowly. "We hadn't even kissed until our six
month anniversary."
And what a grand experience that had been! They had talked all night
long, standing on a balcony that overlooked the ocean. The morning
sun was just beginning to rise in the east, bathing the world in
streaks of orange and pink while the moon still glowed calmly in the
west. Chikane’s conversation had gradually grown softer and softer,
and Himeko had turned to see the most heart wrenching look of yearning
in Chikane’s eyes. She had felt her heart tie in knots at that look,
and raised a hand to softly stroke Chikane’s cheek. The taller woman
smiled shyly, covering Himeko’s hand in her own, nervously stepped
forward and lowered her lips to-
"Che! That's no fun! You haven't even fooled around?" Makoto's face
fell.
"Well... that's not... entirely true either..." Snapping out of the
pleasant memory, Himeko flicked her eyes up to look at her old
friend, and decided it would probably be less painful to just
answer the question and get it over with.
"About two weeks ago, we were drinking wine in front of her fireplace.
We were just sitting there and, I can't even remember what we
were talking about but... I remember looking at her and..."
Even now, with very little effort, she could feel Chikane-chan's kisses
tickling down her body, across her stomach. Those fingers, slightly
calloused from all the time Chikane-chan spent perfecting her craft,
were a charming contrast to her petal-like lips as they explored
Himeko. Those fingers left glorious, burning trails on Himeko's skin,
sensations so very different from the rest, keeping Himeko delightfully
tethered to earthly desires whilst the rest of her body floated in a
world of soft clouds...
"Uh, Himeko? You're nosebleeding."
"Eh?!" Sputtering, Himeko almost knocked over her chair as she grabbed
at her face.
It took her a little while to calm down, and for Makoto to stop
giggling in horrible amusement. "Hot damn, Himeko! She must be
something else, to inspire such nasal reactions!"
Himeko shot as dignified a withering glance as she could at her
old roommate. "We were getting pretty far along when her maid,
Otoha-san, came into the room. I saw her first and I screamed and
pushed Chikane-chan away."
"Ohmigod, you pushed her into the fire!" Makoto declared, eyes wide
with horror.
"No, no, nothing like that. I just... pushed her away."
Himeko rubbed her temple and closed her eyes. "Otoha-san was pretty
scandalized and... we weren't really sure what to do, so we went to
look for her. She'd locked herself in her bedroom and wouldn't come out
and after a while, we stopped trying and just went to bed. I spend a
lot of nights over at Chikane-chan's house because the trains stop
early and I don't want to disturb her driver, so there's a guest room
that's more or less mine. Chikane-chan followed me into the room. We
often share a bed and talk until we fall asleep, but that night, I was
pretty upset with what had happened. I didn't think Otoha-san would
have responded so... so badly. And I... I didn't think I could possibly
share a bed with Chikane-chan without..."
She wanted to blame the wine, she really did, but she knew pretty well
it wasn't just the wine. She had never been so aroused before, and knew
that having Chikane-chan's body so close to hers would have been a
torture she couldn't have withstood.
"So, I told her that she shouldn't come in. I told her, maybe it was a
good thing Otoha-san interupted us before we did something that we
would later regret."
She could still see Chikane's face now. Her angel's face was several
shades too pale to be perfectly attractive, and those blue eyes were
clouded with thoughts that Himeko wished bitterly she had spent more
time reading. And as Himeko spoke, those bottomless eyes widened
fractionally. For a brief, destructive moment, those eyes moved,
haltingly, up to look at her own, and Himeko could see a deep, deep
pain inside them, before Chikane promptly closed them and looked away.
Chikane bid goodnight in such soft, delicate tones that Himeko was sure
there were a thousand other words her beloved wanted to spill
instead. Why hadn't she stopped the other woman from turning and
walking briskly down the hall? Why hadn't she run after her most
treasured person and grabbed that shaking hand and hugged that
trembling body fiercely like she had wanted to?
Himeko bit her lower lip and tried to will herself out of the
spiraling depression. "Chikane-chan hasn't touched me since. We've gone
back to the way we were before that night. We still do dates and we
still talk, but..." Himeko curled her hands into fists in her lap.
"Oh, Mako-chan, I want her so badly! Ever since that day, I... all I
want to do is kiss her and touch her and know her skin and her body
and everything about her! But Chikane-chan...! She... she won't even
sleep in the same bed as me anymore." Himeko's face fell. That had
been a very devastating blow. At first, she was sure it was because of
Otoha-san's presence that they had slept in their own rooms, but even
when the maid had been out of the house and visiting her own family,
Chikane-chan had gently demurred. "She won't touch me. At
all. I screwed it up. I really screwed it up, didn't I, Mako-chan?"
There was silence in the air before Makoto finally sighed dramatically
and Himeko looked up at her friend. Makoto had a bemused
twinkle in her eye. "I don't think you've entirely screwed up, Himeko,
but there are some things you're doing that I definitely don't
understand. I mean, you say you want to kiss and touch her, so,
what's stopping you?"
The blonde gave her former roommate a confused look. "But I just said,
Chikane-chan won't touch me."
"Yes, but what's stopping you from touching her?" The athletic girl's
question was poignant. "The entire time you've spoken about your
relationship with Miyahime Chikane, it's all been everything she's
done, how she's made you feel. You haven't initiated anything
yourself, have you?"
Himeko's mouth opened in a small 'o' of surprise.
"Is it because of the maid? Otoha-san? If you really care so much about
her approval, then alright, I can understand why you haven't done
anything, but I mean, really, it's not about the maid at all, is it?"
Makoto leaned in and bapped Himeko over the head fondly again. "You're
just afraid to tell this Miyahime Chikane what you want, right? You're
so totally star struck and overwhelmed by her that you're scared to
voice your own opinions and desires because of what she might think of
you. But, by not saying anything at all, she won't ever know how you
really feel, and it's not fair for her to always be the one out on a
limb."
Words churned furiously in Himeko's mind as she tried to spit them out
to combat her roommate's logic. They all died on her lips because even
they knew their own nature was flawed. Himeko closed her eyes. After
all this time, and she was still just a scared, timid girl, forever
relying on her friends for everything...
"Y... you're right, Mako-chan." Himeko finally voiced, softly. "I...
I am scared. I don't want Chikane-chan to think poorly of me. I'm so
scared of disappointing her. I've *just* found her and I... I don't
want to lose her. And, it's because of this fear that I really *am*
losing her..."
She thought about her former roommate’s words silently for a moment
before continuing. "Chikane-chan’s always so strong and smart, I
really forget that, sometimes, she's just the same as me. She's never
been in love before either..." She didn't know why, but the epiphany
hit her harder than expected. Himeko clenched her already tight fists
tighter. She mustn't let Chikane-chan shoulder the burden by herself
ever again. That was something the other girl did all too naturally,
and she vowed she would never let it get to that point again.
"Uwehhh, Himeko. Your face is so determined right now, it's kinda
scary!"
Hearing Makoto's voice brought Himeko back to the real world once more.
"Eh?" She blinked and sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. The
conviction with which she'd made her silent vow was surprising even
to herself. And where had that thought come from - 'never let it get
to that point again'? "Aah, I'm sorry, Mako-chan. I just... I have to
let Chikane-chan know. I have to let her know just how much I... I want
to be with her. In all ways."
And Himeko shrunk in on herself a little. "I just... have no idea how."
Makoto laughed. There was an unmistakable pride in her eyes as she
looked at her old friend – more grown up than perhaps she had given her
credit for. "Well now, there's something I might be able to help with!
Here's what you do..."
***
This was crazy!! Absolutely *insane*! Himeko could barely believe it as
she pulled herself in through Chikane's third story bedroom window. She
practically kissed the floor in relief when her feet finally touched it
before sticking her head back out the window and waving goodbye to the
helpful old gardener who had gotten his ladder from the shed for her.
'I-It's a surprise for C-Chikane-chan,' she had stuttered when he saw
her looking up forlornly at the window a few moments before and
recognized her.
Himeko's heart was beginning to pound in her ears, not from the
physical exertions, but from the excitement and giddiness of it all.
Trust Mako-chan to come up with these outrageous suggestions!
The sun was just beginning to set, and bathed the room in beautiful
orange and red tones. Shadows from the large four-post bed, couch and
armchairs were just starting to draw long. For a brief moment, the
photographer within her cursed that she didn't have her trusty camera
with her.
The bong of the clock striking the hour snapped Himeko out of her
momentary lapse - Chikane hadn't retired to her bedroom yet, but she
should be shortly. Opening her backpack, she pulled out a few candles
and hurried about the room, trying to find the best place for them.
Shivers of nervous delight were already dancing up and down her spine.
She tried not to think about the package of rose petals she had in the
backpack, or the soft silk of the slinky piece of negligee that rested
next to it. If she thought too much about it, she would lose her nerve.
As it was, she still wasn't quite sure how Mako-chan had convinced her
to go through with this madcap plan.
What if Chikane-chan thought her too bold? Oh, she was far past being
bold! Breaking into her girlfriend's house to surprise her with a night
of passion was well into the territory of slu-
"This way, please."
Himeko's heart suddenly leapt into her throat as she heard Chikane's
voice through the door. She hastily dove behind the bed, stashing the
backpack underneath the gigantic piece of furniture.
Covering her nose and mouth, Himeko tried to make herself as quiet as
possible as the door opened and Chikane walked in, a stunningly
gorgeous woman following just behind her...
Himeko felt her stomach churn as she peeked around the bed. Who... was
that?
***
"Please come in, Sister." Miyahime Chikane intoned stiffly as she
reluctantly held the door open for her guest. Unlike most unwanted
visitors, this one hadn't noticed any of her subtle non-verbal commands
to get the hell out of her house. Perhaps she should have just bluntly
asked the woman to leave, but the rudeness of that request towards
Otoha-san was beneath her; the woman had arrived at her home with her
maid's blessings after all.
The other woman was tall, with exotic dark skin, and yellow eyes that
seemed to glow as she took in the beauty of the room appreciatively
over the edge of her fine rimmed glasses. She wore a dark, almost
severe business suit that did nothing to hide her impressive bust. Her
skirt, though conservative in cut, was scandalously short. Chikane
wondered just what sort of a nun had business with that sort of attire.
"Thank you," the woman nodded politely as she gave her host a warm
smile and stepped into the room. She followed Chikane over to the
armchairs and Chikane offered her a seat with just the right amount of
reluctance. "Although, if you wouldn't mind, please, just call me
Miyako."
"Ah, yes, Otoha-san said as much, my apologies." Chikane was
trying to be as polite as possible, but slipped just a hint of ice into
her words.
Miyako didn't react at all to the thinly veiled malice and instead,
took out a writing pad from her briefcase. "I'm surprised Keiko even
remembered that," she said, humour in her voice. "It's been years
and still she insists on addressing me as 'Sister'. But I suppose
there's no helping that. Keiko spent a lot of time volunteering and
helping me at the church, and I suppose that's how she will always
remember me."
"I never realized Otoha-san was so pious." Chikane's gaze fell upon
the candles sitting on top of the fire place and idly wondered where
they had come from. Perhaps Otoha-san had put them there while she
was cleaning?
"She's actually not Catholic at all," Miyako replied. "She just had a
lot of free time. She was the head of the serving staff of Himemiya
Manor, a magnificent mansion back in the town we used to live in, but
the couple that owned it were rarely ever home. With no one to take
care of, and actually, very little to do, she was very bored and
lonely.
"So she spent a lot of time doing volunteering and charity work, and
generally continuing on the Himemiyas' good name in town. I don't think
she found it very fulfilling however. She always complained that
something very important seemed missing from her life." The former nun
smiled kindly again at the younger woman in front of her. "She's been
significantly happier since she came into your employment. I wonder if
she's found what she always thought missing with you."
"Perhaps," Chikane agreed. Her tone was a bit warmer as she spoke of
Otoha Keiko and a small smile even came onto her face momentarily.
"Though she's only been with me for the last year or so, I feel as
though she's been serving me my entire life. She has this uncanny
ability to ascertain my needs even before I do. It's almost like she
knows me better than I know myself."
The small smile disappeared, and Chikane's face became like ice once
more as she gave Miyako a pointed look. "Perhaps she does."
Miyako only returned Chikane's coolness with another smile. "She only
called me because she was worried about you. I'm not just a nun. I'm
also a professional psychiatrist and a therapist. I can help you, if
you let me."
The tension in the room was suddenly pulled doubly tight as Chikane's
eyes narrowed ever so fractionally. She didn't realize she had balled
her fingers into tight fists until she noticed the slight movement in
Miyako's yellow eyes, and traced the woman's sight to her own hands.
Forcibly, she relaxed herself.
This was unacceptable. If the damnable woman hadn't known anything
before, Chikane's own reprehensible behaviour was more than enough
cause for suspicion. The damage had been done; she needed to ascertain
the extent.
"So she's told you?"
Miyako shook her head. "She hasn't given me details. Only that your
sleep is deeply disturbed, and that has had greatly adverse effects on
your life. She says that you are not yourself anymore."
Chikane's frown deepened. So her maid _had_ noticed her troubled sleep
of late. That was to be expected. This meant that she herself was the
one digging her own grave...
Finding the other woman's eyes too bright to look at, she moved her
gaze onto the furniture and fixtures in her room instead.
An unmarked period of time passed in pregnant silence. Unfortunately,
the silence did not make the former nun feel unwanted enough to leave.
Instead, she continued to sit in her seat, and gaze at Chikane with
that eerily penetrating look.
Cursing herself silently for being unable to maintain the contest,
Chikane closed her eyes.
No, she couldn't tell this woman. She couldn't tell anyone. No one
could ever know the depths of her depravity.
The silence was broken by the sound of the briefcase opening again.
Chikane opened her eyes, grateful that the woman was finally packing
up. But unfortunately, Miyako only put the note pad away and settled
back into her chair, lacing her fingers up in front of her.
"I really enjoy my work." Miyako said suddenly. "The schooling was some
of the most enjoyable years I'd ever had, but I must admit that, in
some ways, my professional training has not taught me nearly as much as
the confessionals have. I've discovered that, often, it's not advice or
medication the person is seeking. It's actually just an unassuming
ear, someone who will listen without comment, without judgment. And
sometimes, it's only a stranger, who will never set foot in your life
again, who can provide that. And this stranger can also provide you
with the promise that, whatever you choose to divulge shall never pass
to another ear though these lips, as she has made such a solemn vow
to God."
Chikane considered the other woman's words. Could she be trusted? The
woman was very good, having touched exactly on Chikane's gravest
concerns.
But could she trust her? On an instinctive level, everything about the
older woman alarmed her. She wondered if their skulls had mixed in a
previous life.
Could the nun promise never to let anyone know the workings of her
sick and twisted heart and mind?
Could Miyako promise that Himeko would never look at her like a
monster?
Chikane stared at those luminous yellow eyes. They were kind, and yet,
it was a different kindness than those she was most familiar with –
Himeko's. Himeko's amethyst eyes were always warm, and full of
unconditional kindness. Miyako's had a hardness about them, an edge of
intense fierceness. Himeko wouldn't break promises because the
alternative just never even occurs to her. Miyako wouldn't break
promises by constantly, vigilantly, protecting her vows at all times.
It wasn't the perfect promise...
But it would have to do.
She couldn't live like this anymore. The perfectly coiffed mask of
detachment that had served as such a faithful sanctuary for so much of
her life had lost much of its power since she had met Himeko. Where
control and poise had once been her shield, now passion and chaos
reigned. Himeko was sunlight, bringing life and joy she didn't know
she'd always been searching for to the barren lands of her soul. The
calm and cool that had always supported her was now bursting with love,
laughter and life.
She couldn't hide behind detachment anymore. It wasn't so much how
hiding was ripping her apart - that she could deal with - but how much
she was hurting Himeko that was utterly unacceptable.
Miyahime Chikane needed help.
Chikane closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She counted to ten
before releasing it, and repeated the exercise. It was one her teachers
had instilled into her to calm and collect herself before a
performance, and this was going to be a very difficult one. A very
hated one. A very necessary one.
"Her name is Himeko. I first met her seven months ago, and I... I have
never known such happiness before. The first moment I laid
eyes on her, I knew she was the one that I'd always been searching for.
When she looks at me, when she smiles at me, it is like the warmth of
the sun itself has enveloped me."
Chikane opened her eyes. Her words sounded so trite to herself, she
could barely stand it. Perhaps, simple words were better.
She could have spoken about Himeko all day, all night, and for several
days beyond that. She cursed her clumsy tongue for being unable to
articulate just how much Himeko meant to her, just how much she loved
the other woman.
"A couple weeks ago, Himeko and I were enjoying wine and each
other's company. We were sitting in the living room, in front of the
fire." Chikane closed her eyes again, trying to savor the beautiful,
short memory.
"Her face was slightly flushed from the heat. Her eyes were glowing
with the light. She was so soft in my arms, and her hair was so fine
and smelled like lavender. She looked at me, and her smile was so warm.
She was beautiful... and I... "
I wanted to make her mine.
Miyako remained silent, but Chikane could feel the other woman's
concentration, taking in her words with deliberate, delicate focus.
"I kissed her. I laid her down on the rug..."
***
The heat from the fire didn't stop Himeko from trembling as Chikane
pulled her shirt over her head and laid her down on the rug, cradling
her head onto a cushion tenderly. Cold? Fear? Excitement? Chikane
imagined that the trembling must be from a combination of the three,
rather like what was spreading through her own body. Himeko looked up
at Chikane, propped up on an elbow and lying beside her. Her eyes
shone by the light of the flames.
Himeko's chest rose and fell with a slow, steady rhythm, fascinating
to Chikane's eyes. She put her hand gently over top of Himeko left
breast to take part in the rise and fall of breath, and felt
Himeko's heart beating strongly and quickly. The small woman closed
her eyes and smiled contently.
Chikane slid her hand down to the valley of Himeko's bosom, letting
the back of her fingers run down the delightfully smooth skin, and
released the front clasp of the pink bra. Himeko's chest rose suddenly
as she took a sharp intake of breath. Chikane smiled at the reaction.
Tremors of anticipation raced through her own body too. She lifted
the clasp with the side of her hand and slid her palm under one cup
to gently take the breast underneath in a caressing hold. She rubbed
the hardened nipple gently at first, and then with slightly more
pressure, before playing her fingers around the areola and over the tip
with teasing lightness.
Himeko made a soft noise, eyes still shut but quivering with delight.
Chikane brushed the hair tenderly out of Himeko's eyes with her other
hand and lowered her head to kiss Himeko's sweet, sweet lips. She
felt Himeko's hands slide up her neck, brushing around either
sides of her jaw, over her ears and through her hair, pulling her
closer into the kiss. Chikane parted Himeko's lips, wanting to
taste her. Himeko sighed as their tongues dance together.
With an almost palpable reluctance, Chikane left Himeko's mouth to send
a meandering path of soft kisses down her throat, suckling and
nibbling, running her tongue along Himeko's collar bone. She
felt Himeko's fingers dig not un-pleasurably into her hair, even as
the blonde girl lifted her head high, arching her back, giving Chikane
more flesh to claim. Chikane eagerly did so.
Chikane shifted her body weight off of her elbow and straddled Himeko.
Her long skirt is made of a very thin micro-fibre, and she put one
leg in between Himeko's own. The closeness of the other girl sent a
powerful palpitation through Chikane's body. She freed her other hand
to shower Himeko's bosom with tender caresses. She relished in the
sensations she knew she was providing the other girl as she slowly
stripped her of the undergarment.
Next, Chikane's hands took temporary leave of Himeko's breasts to weave
burning trails down the length of the blonde's body, circle around
Himeko's belly button, and rest teasingly at the top of the small
woman's skirt. She continued to lower her kisses from Himeko's neck,
dragging her tongue against the smooth skin in one long, delicious lick
that ended with just the barest of tantalization at a nipple so
hardened with desire it must have ached. Himeko couldn't help but give
a soft cry of pleasure that was abruptly heightened into a gasp as
Chikane's tongue returned to the cruelly teased nipple, spiraled around
it languidly before she brought her lips down in a maddeningly gentle
suckle. All the while, Chikane continued to rub her thumb just so...
One hand continued to do languid circles, tracing tantalizing circles
into Himeko's belly, before it dipped downward and slips underneath
Himeko's skirt...
Himeko's entire body stiffened suddenly...
And then she screamed. A scream of surprise. Of horror. And she shoved
Chikane away with enough force to send her sprawling on the rug.
And even when Himeko wasn't screaming anymore, Chikane couldn't get the
shrill sounds out of her ears.
***
"As it turned out, Otoha-san had just walked in on us. Himeko saw her
first, screamed, and pushed me away. I'm not sure who was the most
surprised. Eventually, everything got sorted out. Obviously, the mood
was spoiled. I didn't realize just *how* spoiled the mood had gotten,
until Himeko asked me not to lie next to her that night."
Chikane spoke. She spoke slowly, tightly, in a controlled monotone.
Without such precautions in place, she would drown in those images, and
know nothing but stomach churning sickness.
"We've slept together in the same bed many times. That night, when she
asked me not to enter her room, she said... she said that it was for
the best. That we might do something we would both lament later. And
her eyes... she had such a look of... of regret. I... I wasn't
sure what to make of it, and that night, when I finally retired to
sleep... the... the dreams..."
Chikane wrinkled her brow in concentration. Already, as she pondered
the best way to thread the disgusting words together into sentences
without losing her mind, she could see the terrible, horrifying dreams
that had plagued her nightly since that day. Dreams that had awakened
her, shivering, with teeth clenched and tears streaming down her face
every morning. Dreams that had twisted every honest yearning and desire
for her most beloved into a disgusting display of violation.
She had to speak slowly. She had to control her voice, or else she was
done for. This time, Chikane was acutely aware that she had balled her
hands into claws; her nails made ugly noises against the upholstery of
her armchair. She flickered her eyes up to look at Miyako, and
thankfully, the nun's half lidded expression was still one of
neutrality.
She grit her teeth.
"In my dream, I am wearing red and white robes. Himeko is in a burgundy
school uniform. It's storming outside, and there are no lights
on in the room. The furniture is knocked over. Himeko... has never
looked so frightened before in her life." Chikane's voice was soft,
even, dead. Her words come out in a firm rhythm, but the wavering
moments and pauses grew longer and more pronounced and Chikane could
feel her battle for control slowly slip further and further away
from her.
"I push her to the floor. I'm tearing away her clothes. She's... she's
screaming. There's... so.... *so* much screaming. She begs me to stop.
She asks me why I'm doing this, what she'd done wrong. I don't stop.
She screams again and I hit her. I keep ripping away her clothes,
shredding them, until she's completely exposed. Completely vulnerable.
I... I violate her. I do it again and again until she stops screaming
and lies very still."
Chikane closed her eyes. She had to, and she had to clench her fists
tightly enough to draw blood until she could stop herself from shaking.
"The entire time this is happening, there is one thought going through
my mind. I have to do this. This is the only way. This is the only way.
This is the only way."
Several minutes of pregnant silence passed, before Chikane could
school herself enough to open her eyes. She looked directly into
Miyako's own impassive yellow ones.
"That's when I wake up. Every day."
Some days, I'm lucky, Chikane doesn't tell the other woman, and I make
it to the bathroom before I throw up. Other days, I am not so lucky.
"So please tell me, Sister." Chikane's tone was still dead. "What do
these dreams mean? What sort of monster am I?"
The room felt so very cold, but her shivering came more from the
coldness in her heart, and in her stomach. She felt paralyzed, unable
to do anything but tremble in her seat.
Oh god. How could she have just told anyone all that?!! What was Miyako
going to do? The woman may be a nun and a therapist, but in
circumstances like these, didn't she have a professional duty to notify
authorities about her dangerous patients?
... and... perhaps, perhaps that would be for the best.
Yes, I should be locked up, Chikane thought, locked up somewhere dark.
Alone. Far, far away from Himeko...
The thought of eternal solitude was oddly comforting. Familiar.
The former nun held onto the Chikane's gaze firmly, and Chikane felt
suddenly, supremely grateful to the other woman for not abandoning her
eye contact. She clung to it like a moth to a leaf during a rain storm.
"Miyahime-san," Miyako's voice was firm, but somehow also gentle. "I am
not a dream interpreter. I cannot tell you what your dreams mean. But I
can tell you that, by being effected by these dreams, by allowing me
into your home, and by sharing this with me, you are not a monster."
Blue eyes continued to war with yellow ones, neither backing down...
"Chikane-chan..."
... until that utterance changed everything.
...oh gods, no. No. Not that voice. Anyone but hers...! No!
Chikane broke eye contact first, standing up and whirling around in the
direction of the voice.
Himeko's knees were shaking slightly as she quietly stood up from
hiding on the other side of the bed. Her eyes were very, very wide. Her
face was very, very pale. She had the vulnerability of a newborn
kitten, one that Chikane had just tossed to the dogs.
It was as though the Himeko from her dreams was standing in front of
her now, mouth slightly agape, hand slightly reached out, whispering,
hoarsely, that simple question:
Why?
Chikane felt something crack inside her heart.
"... Himeko..."
No. No! No no no no no!!
Many emotions wrestled for dominance of Chikane's face - fear, nausea,
guilt, shame, but in the end, horror won clear. A single tear welled up
in her eyes and fell down the side of her face.
It was over. It was all over.
Chikane bolted for the door.
***
She couldn't let her leave. Not like this. Everything in Himeko's heart
and body screamed to stop Chikane before she could reach the door. Her
steps felt heavy, as though she was moving through water, and Chikane,
movements forever graceful even in her current agitated state of
disgrace, was already at the door with one shaking hand on the knob.
The knob twisted. The door opened.
No! You can't go like this!
With a desperate cry, Himeko lunged the final few steps, and managed to
grasp the other girl's arm with her frantic, outstretched fingertips.
Chikane's whole body stiffened at the contact, and she froze in her
tracks. Himeko couldn't see the other woman's face, but she knew that
beautiful, beloved visage was twisted into one of painful shame.
Her heart was beating in her ears, as it had been since the other two
women had entered the room what seemed like a lifetime ago. "Don't
go," Himeko could barely find her whisper in her hoarse throat.
"Please, Chikane-chan. Don't leave me."
Her fingers tightened their grip on that delicate arm, before reaching
for and grabbing Chikane's waist, almost with paranoid care never to
fully release her. She couldn't let her slip away. Arms firmly around
Chikane's body now, Himeko pressed her body up against Chikane's back,
squeezing her eyes shut and burying her face into the long mane of
beautiful blue-black hair to rest her cheek against the back of the
soft neck.
Chikane remained stiff, her body refusing to lose its horrible tension.
"Sister Miyako," Chikane voiced, softly, hoarsely, resignedly. "Could
you please leave us?"
Himeko opened her eyes and saw that the tall, exotic woman had already
picked up her briefcase and was walking quickly and firmly for the
door. She managed to catch those sharp yellow eyes momentarily.
Miyako's eyes bore into her for a moment, blazing and unforgiving.
Himeko knew that she was being judged at that moment, and dare not
to look away. An eternity in a moment passed, and Miyako's eyes
softened. Then, she looked away and walked out the door. "Keiko and I
will be out for dinner," she advised, before disappearing.
Himeko heard the message passed on through those yellow eyes in her
ears: a prayer for luck.
She felt her beloved shift in her arms, and Himeko suffered a moment of
blind panic as she thought Chikane was going to run, but the other
woman simply closed the door quietly. With a final click shut, the
room was plunged into a heavy, oppressing silence.
"Himeko..." Chikane's voice was barely a whisper, aching with yearning,
aching with regret. "Himeko, please. You have to let go. It's not...
it's not safe for you to be around me. I..." Her voice started to
quaver. Himeko felt a drop of moisture fall onto her hand, and then
another, and another. "I...!"
"You did horrible things to me."
Himeko closed her eyes, great emotions and memories breaking upon her,
as they had while she had listened to Chikane's pained remembrance,
like waves breaking into one another in the ocean. There was a
flash of rain and lightning.
There had been so much confusion, so much fear.
Chikane's words, tightly controlled as they had been, had still managed
to invoke memories of a time that never could have happened. Himeko
had felt that same dread, that same horror, that same sickening
confusion screaming and raging in her mind – she was still feeling it
now.
But she refused to give in to it. She refused to accept it.
In her arms, she felt Chikane stiffen again. She tightened her embrace.
She wanted to squeeze all the tears out of her lover. Squeeze the
tears, and the doubt, and the fears, guilt and shame, away, away, away.
Chikane began to tremble uncontrollably.
"You played with me. You brutalized me. You made me bleed and cry."
Himeko turned Chikane around, the taller woman obeying like a broken
doll. Shaking, tears streamed from the corners of shimmering blue eyes,
cascading silently down a face twisted into a grimace of revulsion.
Himeko tenderly put a hand onto that face, still beautiful
to her even in its pain, and wiped away the tears.
"Because you had to. Because the alternative was worse. So you didn't
ask for forgiveness. You simply, purposefully, took yourself out of my
heart. Or tried to. You failed." Himeko smiled tenderly. "I'm glad you
didn't ask for forgiveness, because I wouldn't have given it to you.
"There was nothing to forgive."
Those beautiful blue eyes, so bottomless she could drown in them,
widened in surprise, and in confusion.
"Chikane-chan, I don't know where those dreams came from. I don't know
why you dream them, and why I know them. What I do know, is this: even
after all that, you will never hurt me."
"But... Himeko..." Chikane's eyes were conflicted. She looked like she
wanted so very much to believe...
Himeko leaned in towards Chikane's face, gazing at her soft mouth
through lidded eyes. "That was a dream. This is not. I know you will
never hurt me." Then she brushed her own lips against those full,
trembling ones.
And she showed her this was the truth.
***
The kiss grew deep and powerful. It obliterated all other thought and
the outside universe. Himeko pushed Chikane against the door, and her
need is very clear, and very evident as she presses onward, reaching
deep into Chikane, crying out for a response.
Chikane tried to remember herself, tried to ground her rational
thoughts from being swept away, but Himeko's urgency resounds so
unfathomably within her that it left her whole body thrumming with
anticipation when the other woman finally granted her a release.
Chikane took deep breathes, feeling starved for air, but at the same
time, much, much more starved for Himeko's kiss. She felt a grave
dizziness as her heart warred with itself. She wanted to kiss Himeko
again. She wanted to kiss her all over and everywhere, partaking in all
that makes up the other woman.
And she has never felt more fear. She stood at the very brink of
control...
Himeko intertwined her fingers with Chikane's. She took a step
backwards, and then another, and pulled Chikane towards the bed.
Sitting Chikane down on the edge of it, she climbed onto Chikane's lap,
such that the normally taller woman must now look upwards to see her
amethyst eyes, sparkling with passion. Her arms curled behind Chikane's
head, fingers lightly pressed against her beloved's skull, playing
with strands of dark hair.
"Make love to me..." Himeko whispered into Chikane's ear, voice
trembling with desire. "I want to feel your touch on my body, your
breath on my skin. I want your hands and mouth and lips to know every
inch of me. I want to be yours, Chikane-chan. All and only yours." She
gave the heart torn woman's ear the barest of light nibbles...
...and Chikane, teetering on that brink, closed her eyes... and let
herself fall headlong down the other side.
With a hunger pent up for many more lifetimes than Chikane could ever
realize, she loosed a guttural noise from her throat and kissed her
woman, parting Himeko's lips with her tongue and exploring that
delightful space with a mad urgency. Her hands roamed freely down and
across Himeko's back, raising up to hold the blonde head more firmly
into the kiss, or sliding down to cup the tiny woman's round bottom.
They reached for the bottom of Himeko's shirt and slid underneath,
exploring the smooth curve of Himeko's back, dancing intricate patterns
on the soft, warm skin.
Himeko responded with equal intensity, crushing her mouth against
Chikane's once more, her own hands at time encircle Chikake's head, at
times cupping that beautiful face, trying, desperately, to bring them
closer together.
Himeko's bosom was pressed tightly against Chikane's upper chest so
urgently that the other woman must attend to them right way, sliding
hands away from Himeko's back and across her flank before she met
and caressed them gently.
Finding Himeko's clothing an unforgivable obstacle, she quickly pulled
the offending shirt over Himeko's head and flung it to the floor. A
moment later she unclasped the bra from the back and cast that
away as well. Thus freed, Chikane took a breast to her lips, teasing
and suckling and sending sparks of pleasure through the pale skin with
such intensity that Himeko threw her head back in a moan of delight.
Chikane refused to let her beloved get away, and slid both hands to
Himeko's upper back to support her, continuing to kiss and caress.
With difficulty - her eyes are somewhat glazed over and she cannot
concentrate at all - Himeko managed to slide her fingers down the row
of buttons that fastened Chikane's collared shirt.
It takes a maddeningly long time, but finally, the last button gave in
and Himeko pulled the shirt back over Chikane's smooth, pale shoulders.
This forced Chikane's own hands cruelly away from their task of
exploring Himeko's flesh and Chikane found her arms tied up
momentarily behind her back as she struggled out of her sleeves. This
allowed Himeko a brief moment of respite to pull herself out of the
world of intoxicating sensation, as Chikane tried to free herself.
Almost immediately, Himeko found the front clasp of Chikane's bra and
undid it, pulling the undergarment away to tangle up in Chikane's
shirt, thus giving her more time to wreak her own havoc, leaving the
woman's perfect bosom delightfully exposed to her ministrations.
Chikane gave a soft cry and suddenly found it very, very difficult to
think of anything at all as Himeko continued to caress her. She
wondered if this was anything like the sensations the other woman was
just feeling, and how she could have ever had the concentration to -
oh!
Himeko's lips found their way to the soft spots of Chikane's throat,
her kisses growing stronger and stronger until they pushed the taller
woman backwards. Chikane sunk into the soft, soft bed, sighing softly
as Himeko straddled her. Himeko was but scant centimetres on top of
her, teasingly out of reach. Chikane felt a magnetic tightness in her
skin as she wished to meet and touch against Himeko's oh so very close
body.
Himeko continued to run her fingers along the tip of Chikane's nipple
just tantalizingly so, but before she could further send Chikane
spiraling further away from thought, the dark haired woman managed to
free herself from her shirt.
Chikane's hands once again found their way to Himeko. She ran her
fingers down the small of her love's back, causing the blonde woman to
shiver before her hands came to rest on Himeko's hips.
There is a moment of infuriating anticipation that shot through both
their bodies before Chikane pushed downwards, sending Himeko's weight
off of her knees. The blonde woman fell down with a small gasp, their
flesh finally lying unimpeded against one another. Chikane's heart
pounded wildly, but she can still feel Himeko's own crazily thumping
against her.
They stared at each other, chests heaving, faces flushed with delight,
before Himeko smiled.
It was one of the warmest smiles Chikane has ever felt, and when that
smile came towards her and kissed with just the lightest touch of
tenderness, Chikane thought she was going to swoon.
She fought desperately to keep herself from giving into the glorious
sensations so soon, but Himeko was not making it easy for her to keep
her wits about her. She must reverse the situation some...
... and so slowly bent a knee, and started to rub her leg up under
Himeko's short, pleated skirt, against that most sensitive and delicate
part of her.
Himeko body tensed up immediately, and she broke the kiss to loudly
gasp. Chikane continued to gaze at Himeko's face, finding the woman in
her arms growing more and more beautiful as the blush on her face grew
brighter and brighter. She continued to move her thigh up and down
against Himeko's panties. Himeko's gasps became more like moans, and
Chikane felt the blonde begin to slowly rock her hips in motion with
her own movements.
Chikane's hands, still resting on Himeko's hips, finally found the
zipper on the side of Himeko's skirt and she quickly pulled it down.
With some fancy wiggles, the skirt cooperated and was soon doffed onto
the floor.
She studied Himeko's eyes, mesmerized by the way they seemed to grow
lighter and lighter as she slid her hand down Himeko's lower abdomen.
Himeko looked expectantly at her, almost pleadingly, when Chikane
paused just a moment at the edge of her lacy undergarment, before
dipping her fingers underneath. Tremors start to dance up and down
Himeko's skin, and Chikane continued to watch Himeko's face, finding
the longing and anticipation knitted into her brow absolutely
fascinating.
Himeko's breathing grew more and more laboured as Chikane continued to
stroke her. She marveled at how soft Himeko was, how invitingly warm
and moist she was...
The sheets spilled out between Himeko's fingers as she squeezed her
hands into fists.
"... don't...!" Himeko's plea came out as a soft gasp.
That word was not what Chikane expected to hear. She froze, eyes wide
with sudden alarm. Her mind went blank. The world stopped
mid-heartbeat.
"... stop! Don't stop! Oh, please, Chikane-chan! Don't... stop!" And
the rest of the words fell off of Himeko's tongue in a soft, longing
hiss.
It took several moments before Chikane's mind was able to function
again, several moments, before her heart started beating again, several
moments before her widened eyes finally soften in understanding, and
the barest of smiles found its way to her face.
Gently, she pushed her fingers into those soft, moist folds.
Himeko moaned.
Chikane explored her, came out to stroke her, and fanned her arousal to
ever higher and higher levels of heady intoxication before pushing
inside once again. She continued and continued, closing her eyes and
delighting in Himeko's sighs and moans that grew forever more excited,
forever more fevered.
Their rhythm became one as Himeko rolled and rocked her hips in time
with Chikane's thrusts.
She felt her lover's tension, her desires, her desperate need for
release growing and growing until it finally could be contained for
absolutely no longer.
Chikane felt a powerful series of throbs inside Himeko as she cried
out in climax.
***
They laid quietly in bed, only the sound of tired, satisfied breaths
being heard. Himeko's head was nuzzled contently against Chikane's
bosom, her body relaxed, eyes contently closed. With one hand, she idly
played with Chikane's long hair, spooled loosely out across the crisp
white sheets.
Chikane held her lover against her, still an expression of wonderment
on her face. She could barely believed what had just happened, how
wonderful it had felt, and how... complete she was right now.
The nightmares from a time that never was tickled at her consciousness
from the back of her mind, but finally, finally, she could no longer
make out their details. In time, she realized, relief spreading warmly
through her body, even the memory of their once existence would fade to
nothing.
And it was all thanks to the understanding and strength of this small,
beautiful woman - her woman, her lover, her Himeko - in her arms.
Chikane tenderly stroked Himeko's hair, and kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you, Himeko." She whispered.
Himeko opened her eyes and looked up. Her pretty purple eyes were
sparkling with mischief and intent and she pulled herself up to give
Chikane a kiss.
A proper kiss. A deep, demanding kiss.
And as Himeko's mouth began to stray all across her body, and Himeko's
hands eagerly pulled away what remained of her clothes, Chikane
realized she had thanked Himeko far, far too quickly.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES & OMAKE
Comments and Criticism would be most greatly appreciated!
I really like Kannazuki no Miko. I can't remember the last time I had
so eagerly waited, week after week, for a show to be released, going so
far as to download raws for the first time ever, and fumbling my way
through unknown dialogue in my mad quest for What Happens Next (tm).
It's not a perfect show, but it really grabbed me, shook me around, and
refused to let me go.
I had a lot of trouble with episode 8 though. It really upset me. It
was very difficult to watch Chikane fall from grace, and fall so bloody
*hard* and *thoroughly* because it was so believable, so *inevitable*,
that Chikane's repression would drive this poor, poor girl to the dark
side. In that respect, despite the horribleness of the subject matter,
I suppose I could even call it 'well done'.
I had even *more* trouble with episode 9 and 10. I found Himeko's
behaviour subsequent to the rape unsettling, and sending very alarming
social messages concerning the severity of rape. Because, even after
suffering through the evidence first hand, still this stupid blonde
girl believes in Chikane, loves her, and openly pines for her return.
What the hell?! What is wrong with you!? How could you be so blind??
Look at what she did to you!!
In the end, I'm really glad that Himeko is validated for her blindness
- her unshakable faith, because there was in fact an underlying and
important motive behind Chikane's actions which redeems her character
(even if it felt more than a bit manipulative), and that the two get
their cosmic reset and a happy ending. Usually, I dislike cosmic
resets, 'cause it seems like such a cheap cop out, but in this case,
I'm fine with it, if only because it causes the rape to never happen.
I guess this fic is me trying to deal with Himeko's unshakable faith –
or, probably what is more correctly termed, her blindness concerning
Chikane. I realize that it was only with this unshakable faith, that
two characters I adore were able to get their fairytale ending. If
Himeko had reacted in a more healthy, more real-life-ish way, then the
story would not have ended as happily.
Thank goodness that this is an anime and not real life. >_<
Soooo, because I need to lighten up, and because this fic takes itself
far too seriously, here are omake!
***
OMAKE I
<Chikane and Miyako are sitting in her room, as per the above fic.
Instead of sitting in her chair, Chikane is lying on her couch on her
back, hands folded on her stomach, looking up at the ceiling while
Miyako looks bored and is randomly doodling pictures of giant robots on
her notepad>
CHIKANE: So, that's the problem...
MIYAKO: I see. So, basically, what you're saying is that you can't get
it up.
CHIKANE: <Sweatdrops breeding capriciously around her head> Uh...
right. I suppose, colloquially, yes, that's what I'm saying...
MIYAKO: Ah! Well, great, why didn't you say so sooner?! We could have
cut out on a lot of drama. Here, <scribbles a prescription down on a
pad of paper and hands it to Chikane> just take these with water about
half an hour before you wanna get funky and everything should be fine.
<Calls outside> Next patient!
CHIKANE: <Stares blankly at the Viagra prescription. The sweatdrops
have now gotten grandchildren sweatdroplets> ... ... ...
***
OMAKE II
<Chikane and Himeko are getting busy>
CHIKANE: Oh, Himeko!
HIMEKO: Oh, Chikane-chan!
<There is barely a knock on the door before it opens>
OTOHA: Ojou-saMAAAAA!!
HIMEKO: AAAH!
CHIKANE: AAAH!
OTOHA: I'm sorry! I knocked, but I should have waited for a response!
<Hurriedly leaves>
HIMEKO: ... <looks at Chikane>
CHIKANE: ... <looks at Himeko>
<Chikane and Himeko laugh and then continue on>
OTOHA: <knocks quickly on the door and pops her head back in> I just
wanted to say that dinner was going to be peppercorn and lemon soaked
salmon! <Quickly closes the door again>
HIMEKO: ... <sweatdrops are starting to decorate her head>
CHIKANE: ... <hairs are sticking out of her head at tangents>
OTOHA: <knocks quickly on the door and pops her head back in> And
dessert is going to be a delightful souffle that Chef's been working at
all afternoon! <Quickly closes the door again>
HIMEKO: ... <many, MANY sweatdrops around her head>
CHIKANE: ... <develops a tick around her left eye>
OTOHA: <knocks quickly on the door and pops her head back in> Unless of
course you'd rather have the-
CHIKANE: Otoha-san, that's enough. You are more than welcome to join us
if you so desire.
HIMEKO: Eh?! Now, wait just a minute, Chikane-chan! I-
OTOHA: <scandalized expression> Well, I'd never even dream of okay!
<Leaps into bed>
***
OMAKE III
<Chikane and Miyako are sitting in her room, similarly to above. It's a
different day from earlier though - they are wearing different clothes.
Once again, Chikane is lying on her couch on her back, hands folded on
her stomach, looking up at the ceiling while Miyako looks a bit less
than bored than before>
MIYAKO: So, how'd the Viagra work?
CHIKANE: <Blushing wickedly> W-what?! We didn't end up using that!
MIYAKO: Oh? Pity. What did you use then? I heard that-
CHIKANE: <sweatdrops! SWEATDROPS!!> Um, well, actually, I have no idea
what, if anything Himeko used, and that's actually my problem this
time!
MIYAKO: Oh?
CHIKANE: It... it was supposed to be both our first times this time
around, but Himeko... she... she made me climax 17 times in 15 minutes!
MIYAKO: ... Wow... <cheeks color> I wonder what THAT'S like...
CHIKANE: <loopy smile> Ohmigod, it was *mindblowing*- but wait, that's
not the point! The point is, it was supposed to be the first time this
time around for either of us, so how could she be so phenomenally GOOD
in bed?? I... I could *barely* satisfy her...
MIYAKO: Erm, well, seeing as how I'm a nun, I can't really give you too
much advice, but relax. I mean, it *was* your first time, right? You
can't expect to be good so soon.
CHIKANE: But I'm Himemiya Chikane reborn! I'm good at _everything_! And
besides, it still doesn't answer the question of how Himeko got so
good!
MIYAKO: S-saa... well maybe, this was something like Himeko's first
*official* game, but she's had lots of batting practice?
<Somewhere out there, Saotome Makoto sneezes>
MIYAKO: Perhaps you could get some batting practice too?
OTOHA: <Bursting in through the door> Oooh! Ooooh! Pick me! Pick meee!
CHIKANE: ... ... ... <starts to wonder why she continues to use
Miyako's services>
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