ragecorp !ZXH4K9VU6g 2009/02/15 (Sun) 16:25 No. 75964 ▼
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Something I wrote on a whim. Enjoy.
It has been seven days since the incident with Utsuho, and my arrival at the Komeji mansion - a place which I found under unfortunate, and perhaps a little dangerous circumstances. A little dangerous? Make that 'very dangerous'. Deathly, even - though more than all the minor youkai on the way, not to mention the unbearable heat, it turned out that the inhabitants of the mansion itself are the most perilous creatures one can encounter in this unfriendly world. Well, I may have just called it 'unfriendly', but it would seem that even the most jacked up situations can wind up to become an interesting experience. Just like this one - where I found myself living in the mansion for several days, with the Komeji sisters, and their gang - a pair of really peculiar animal youkai, a crow and a cat, who not only did their best to make my stay as stimulating as possible, but also made it so that Satori - the master of the mansion - would always get to know about our excesses. Pure malice, if anything, I expected nothing less from those two. Enough said, I now know why this place is considered so hostile to anything but the fiercest of youkai - it simply aims to kill you one way or the other. Be it heat, claws, teeth, magic, fire, spikes, or bloodloss, everything here seems to be intent on murdering whoever comes across. Only by a streak of wretched luck, my suffering is that of a milder kind.
Fortunately, not everyone here is intent on causing me pain. Satori - the only one who hasn't attempted to force any kind of violence on my poor self yet - has served nicely as a serene refugee from the heat of the battle throughout all these days, as well as kept me fed and relatively alive - after all, if it wasn't for her hospitality, my bones would be bleaching somewhere in a dark cave, fated to be forgotten by everyone from the village, or remembered as - the bones that belonged to that one stupid guy who went underground and died like a coward. Yeah, I'm a coward. But how can one not be a coward, when surrounded by all those creatures with immense magical powers, able to tear you apart with a single finger, if not with a thought alone? That is why, every time Satori allowed me to sit around with her in the library, I would appreciate the offer, and obediently agree to carry the tea set in her stead. It was a small price to pay for - often - numerous hours of relative peace.
Now, is one of these times. While Utsuho and Rin sow chaos outside, me and the calm and quiet master of the mansion enjoy our silence, surrounded by hundreds of tomes, the air full of that distinctive, aggressive, yet somehow pleasant scent of old paper. That, and the smell of slowly cooling tea. Having no interest in the arcanes of magic, I only run my eyes over pages, sometimes stopping at the more eye-catching paragraphs or pictures, only to forget their contents a second later, after I'd moved on. Silence is golden, they say, and I have learned the most literal meaning of that phrase the hard way, when one time, I dared to disturb Satori's reading with an inappropriate comment. Ever since that day, I've always kept quiet until after we were done, and returned to the corridors of the mansion. Speaking of which...
Her slender, a bit childishly short fingers put the cup down after holding it up for a few seconds in front of her mouth. It is not the first time I saw her take up the cup and not take a single sip, but who am I to judge other people's habits? Be it out of absent-mindedness, or whatever else, regardless, I can't help, but find that a bit... cute, maybe. No, actually...
I close the book and support an elbow on it, then place my chin on my palm, and look at Satori.
By saying that her mannerism is cute at times, I of course meant that it is only a part of the full, adorable image she carries, despite being harsh beyond belief at times. Her little figure, smooth complexion, intoxicatingly deep-purple eyes, a bit disheveled mop - all of these small elements create a whole spectacle of cutesy, making one want to walk over, and throw his arms around her, then give her the strongest, and most affectionate hug she's ever seen. If I wasn't so scared, I'd probably stand up and do that right now.
Even her brief cough is somewhat appealing. It may be due to the endless string of unfortunate events that I didn't get to spend too much time with her, but really, during all those moments in the library, rather than books, I was concentrated on observing Satori. At least the sight was more interesting than the books, as far as I'm concerned. What a shame she was the only one I've neglected - while the other dwellers of the mansion all showed me what they're made of, Satori... Satori kept shy and silent. Really, a pity. Not that if someone asked me, I'd admit it outright, but... She's been on my mind for quite some time. I know, it's immoral, and whatnot, but...
She wriggles around in the chair for a few seconds, before settling down again.
It's just the way she dresses, I think. Her clothes look like pajamas, and it all just makes me think about taking her to bed, and... Whatever comes after that. I'll probably never say this out loud, but I'd give everything to reach under her shirt, and start feeling around, unless her breasts land under my fingers, so I can start playing with her nipples, listening to her moans, all while gently kissing her neck, cheeks and lips...--
"Do men always think of such things?"
A sudden, a bit displeased query breaks me out of reverie, and brings the image of a frowning girl, whom I have just fantasized about having sexual intercourse with, right into the softest spot of my courage. Her eyes - all three of them, including the mind-reading one - are focused one me, in an expression of irritation. Even the mind-reading one... Oh hell.
"Er, I..." There's no way I'm going to lie myself out of this. I'm screwed, utterly - forgetting the privacy of my thoughts cannot be kept intact in front of this girl was the most foolish thing I could ever achieve, and it just so happened that I did. "I'm sorry!" I practically bang my head on the table "It's because Rin and Utsuho keep on teasing me! I can't contain those thoughts!"
And because you're so cute, but I'd rather jam a screwdriver up my ass than say tha-- oh, for fuck's sake!
"I guess..." she syllabizes every word, but I cannot fathom the reason for such a tone "It's natural for men to... think about those kinds of things..."
"Yes!" it's over, I may as well confess, and hope for the best "It's natural! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...!"
A short pause, full of anticipation, and helpless shivering, passes by, almost unnoticed.
"Still, do you think I really would... do those things with you...?" No, I don't. Frankly, I don't. I wouldn't dare to dream you'd ever sleep with me, Satori. The other three are something else, but you're a holy grail, an unreachable utopia, which I will forever be denied, until the end of days, where you will finally understand what I wanted all along, but because of my sudden passing, it will forever remain undone. I'm so hopeless. So pathetic. Being so pathetic, I can only ask you, to maybe consider, maybe just THINK about doing it with me! Just a little, you don't even have to do anything, just...! "... okay." she suddenly says "If it's just a little..."
I arise from my despairing pose, only to see Satori's blushing face, inches from mine. The second I straighten up, she throws one leg over my things, and promptly seats herself upon my lap. I can feel her soft breath on my neck, and fear for my life. If it's a punishment, just make it swift, I beg you. Cut off my head, and be done with it, or something, just don't make me suffer anymore!