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400 Years Apart	By : Cynthermes Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 4238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Mirage of Blaze and its characters solely belong to Kuwabara Mizuna. I’m just going to creep into a corner of her sand box and play the part of a wannabe historical writer. No profit has been made in the construction of this story.

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Chapter Twelve:

Sakura Graveyard: An Interlude

A/N: Who wants to take a break from all the historical angst and heavy drama?

Readers: (All hands in the air.)

A/N: (O.O) you guys… (^^;) I know most of you hated History especially when the professors gave those yawn-a-ton lectures and those dates… Got to hate those dates! (>…<) à Memory Full.

Recap: So we’re back to Kagetora’s Spiritual Bilocation where he borrows power to meet Naoe in a dream or the astral realm via the subconscious mind. Kagetora is able to do this because Naoe opened a “portal” for them to connect. A part of Naoe’s spirit (the orb of life he gave Takaya) becomes the medium to link their souls. However a major part of Kagetora’s soul remains trapped so his time with Naoe in this ‘dreamscape’ is limited. (Please refer to Chapter Four and Five)

And now… on to the chapter:

Warning: (I almost forgot!) Another lime comes your way! (Naoe X Kagetora) Prepare those tissues!

Readers: Eyes sparkling*

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A flowing stream murmurs endlessly stretched out over the misty horizon still dominated by indigo clouds.

Two men walked barefoot on the muddy bank. Naoe had given up wearing his shoes after kicking them off in his haste to… his eyes stray on the ethereal form of Kagetora still swathed in that dripping wet blue kimono. Typical, his lord pretends nothing has happened between them. As if he wasn’t used to this… It must be very convenient to have selective amnesia, Naoe mused darkly. To have the ability to seal off unwanted memories would rid him of his cancerous conscience. He would become a new man, reborn, and free of guilt. But that would also—his train of thought shatters.

No! He would not forget! He would not lose the memory of finally having union with Kagetora.

He would fight to his last breath to hold on to this. It was his! No one, not even his lord would have the right to take it away from him.

“You know, I would start thinking you’re ogling at my behind if you stand staring like that.” Kagetora’s irate voice permeates through his red-laced musings.

The pleasant haze gradually clears from Naoe’s eyes but remnants of desire linger there.

“I apologize, Kagetora-sama.” A tempered flame now gazes back at Kagetora but for how long…? Now that he had surrendered his incorporeal body to this man, will things stay as they are?

A moment’s weakness, he could say.

What could have lowered his inhibitions to such an extent? He had resisted the temptation for 400 years and remained celibate… except for that incident 30 years ago he would rather forget. And he did forget. How…?

…Did he let himself be fooled with this illusion of safety he calls a dream? Heaven or hell, dream or reality, it doesn’t matter for as long as he feels it. And he did feel all of it: The denial, the shame, the unwanted desire, the suffering, the pleasure, the satisfaction, would he be able to forget them? The tingling on his skin makes him think not.

Where was that recurring nightmare of Sagami Bay when he needs it? It was supposed to prevent him from succumbing to such foolishness. And did he just speak so casually about it with Naoe afterwards? He must be going mad…

“Kagetora-sama, what ails you? You are pale.” Kagetora takes the hand hovering off his face.

Naoe lets him but his eyes narrow considerably. Kagetora avoids the accusing pain of rejection he has seen reflected there countless times and turns away.

This time Naoe doesn’t let him. Those arms restrain him, caging him in a desperate embrace. “Whatever has gotten into you must be a good thing. Twice you have shown me your unguarded back. Have you forgotten to be wary of me? Or am I finally gaining your trust?”

Hot breath burns his ear and Kagetora twists away from it unwittingly exposing his neck. “Don’t be so full of yourself!” He starts to struggle.

The vulnerable flesh littered with scarlet bruises and the body’s futile attempts at resistance has caused the tamed fire to blaze wildly once more. “Do you seriously claim ignorance of the things you do to me?” Naoe couldn’t help himself and inhales deeply. Traces of their bodily fluids still clings on Kagetora’s skin shaking the very foundations of Naoe’s control and self-restraint. They crumble heedlessly and Kagetora shivers when a warm, wet tongue licks a trail from the base of his neck up to the rapidly fluttering pulse at the soft junction.

“Ah… stop… Naoe!” Lips press on the pulsating skin, the tongue languidly caressing in circles and the teeth scrape the sensitive nerves. Kagetora’s breath hitched.

“Your body tells me you’re excited. Stop denying it.” Naoe nips his bare shoulder. The robe was coming loose from all his useless struggling. So he falls limp against his violator’s chest.

Now that he has given up fighting he expects those brutal hands to start tearing at his clothing, that mouth to start devouring his flesh, those hips to start grinding thirstily against his…

But just like his failed expectations, those things don’t happen. Naoe seems intent to do the exact opposite every single time. He merely holds his lord tightly and was content on molesting his neck.

“Naoe… we don’t… have time for this.” Despite the mild fondling, Kagetora (to his shame) still finds breathing to be difficult.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Naoe pauses from his adorations and breathes amorously against the soft hairs of his nape.

“Will you stop doing that?” Kagetora bristles at this uncharacteristic display of animalistic behavior. Was it not part of the courtship rituals of lions or… dogs to scent their mate before intercourse? I’m not your bitch, dammit! For prudence’s sake he holds his tongue.

To his fury, Naoe hums and takes another sniff at him. “The scent of our union soothes me.”

“Naoe!”

“I am not called your mad dog without a reason.” Naoe whispers seductively with the same dangerous glint in his eyes. Without fair warning he lunges for Kagetora’s lips.

The nightmare begins. Caught unaware, Kagetora couldn’t get away in time. He quivers when that demanding tongue twines around his own and strokes his oral erogenous zones.

He retaliates in the only way he knew. He bites Naoe hard in the heat of their kiss.

Searing pain makes Naoe rip his mouth and body away with a growl. He bleeds from his captive’s vengeance. But like all predators, this injury only adds more fuel to Naoe’s arousal. He had no intention of backing down at all.

Naoe licks the blood off his lips. “What a hypocrite. You merely mimicked my actions. You are no more of a man than I am nothing more but your dog. Have you no pity for this animal? You are worse than a tyrant! You who wound the most pitiful!”

Kagetora hits him anyway. “You dare say you deserve pity! Who is the victim here?” Who is ‘our’ true victim?⁴⁸ “You know nothing of this defeated soul, you call a tyrant!” Tears were shining in his eyes.

Naoe grabs his tormentor’s hand and brings it close to his lips. He stains Kagetora’s finger with crimson as he kisses the tip and boldly takes the rest into his mouth.

Scandalous red scorches Kagetora’s cheeks, his traitorous body shaking... He weakly tries to pull his captured wrist away. Naoe holds on smugly. His master didn’t wish to come any closer and therefore was incapable of fighting him off properly. He sucks on two slender digits watching his master’s repulsed reaction with an unholy sort of joy.

Kagetora was bleeding himself. Eyes shut tight; half-formed tears falling; he has bitten his lip so hard he drew blood. What has Naoe done to him? He was paralyzed, disordered in thought… he only wanted to be free of this man.

“You want more?" Naoe’s tongue coats those fingers in transparent threads of his saliva. His thumb firmly massages the pressure point on Kagetora’s fleshy palm, exciting the nerves so the sensation was more intense. Strategic trapping of blood flow causes a throbbing, inexplicably euphoric feeling akin to being strangled during the height of sex. Kagetora had never been a subject to this type of assault and therefore was powerless against it. “Can you imagine the proud flesh between your hips in place of your fingers, being swallowed in my mouth right now?”

Kagetora vigorously shakes his head but could utter nothing.

“I have always wanted to taste your flesh. I wish to savor all of you... I'll drink every drop!"

Fear returns Kagetora's voice. "Didn't you have enough of me, already? I have given 'it' to you! You must tire of me."

"I shall not tire of you."

Kagetora gasps, indignant. "What more do you want from me? ! What do all of you... want... from me?"

"I don't want to hear about the others! It is only I who should feel this way about you!" Naoe tugs him forward, brutally trapping him into his possessive arms again.

"Enough, Nobutsuna. I will disappear soon. I must take you to my grave." Kagetora says quietly; chin resting on Naoe's shoulder.

The vassal starts, "Your grave?"

"I mean HIS grave." Kagetora amends quickly. "It’s on top of the hill overlooking all these withered sakura trees."

"’His’? Who do you pertain to, Kagetora-sama?" Naoe’s interest was apparently piqued by this.

"He is a spirit who was connected to me by some unknown force. We should hurry there together if you want to know what is truly happening. Help from the living world is the only chance we have at escape. If not, you must gather all the information you can get and tell the others when you wake up. Ask for Haruhie’s aid to search for my soul. We need to find out who is behind this." The urgency in Kagetora’s voice calls Naoe back to his senses. He releases his lord and immediately puts distance between them. He doesn’t want to keep repeating the same mistakes. He just couldn’t control himself when Kagetora was so close to him.

“I understand, Kagetora-sama. We just have to keep walking this path, correct?” Naoe has decided to pick up where they left off. He has turned his back so swiftly that he failed to see Kagetora’s eyes fleetingly become clouded with sorrow.

“Yes.”

“I’ll lead the way then.” They switch places. Naoe’s mind slips into a neutral state not being able to watch the object of his passions. He somehow recalled in their past lifetimes that Kagetora oddly preferred to walk a little behind them all. He never really noticed until they were made to ride together on horseback for the first time. Despite being heavily injured from a difficult exorcism, Kagetora had insisted on taking the rear.

“Kagetora-sama, you might fall off the horse. I would not be able to catch you while I hold the reins.”

“You dare disobey my order?”

“I only adhere to reason, Kagetora-sama.”

“Then follow my bidding and make me ride behind.”

They argued for a long time when Kagetora simply fainted out of exhaustion granting Naoe victory by default. His lord woke up two days later, incensed and didn’t speak to him for weeks.

He didn’t think much of it. Even after the same situations kept repeating themselves, Naoe concluded Kagetora’s fixation with position as a form of obsessive compulsion.

But after lying together for the first time, Naoe begins to notice the little reactions whenever he would hold Kagetora down, forcefully invade his personal space, press on his back and threaten him with lascivious words. Why now? Why even after they have come to know each other intimately?

Perhaps he would never find the answers to these questions.

After all, how can a liar tell another liar to stop lying?

XxXMOBXxX

Walking together in silence and having a considerable ‘safe’ distance between each other tuned the general eeriness of the sakura graveyard up a hundredfold. The grotesque shape of the dead trees, bent and crooked gave the illusion of wrinkled, ugly beings riddled with disease. Their negative energies seem to attract the floating balls of light like flies feasting on decaying corpses.

Being inadvertently drawn to his surroundings, Naoe had trouble seeing the aforementioned hill in the distance. This place was still engulfed with a layering of mists that surprisingly don’t hide anything but their destination. Plus the spiritual activity in the area has unstable frequency like Kagetora’s presence. Naoe feels that his lord was with him and not with him at the same time. In fact there were so many baffling mysteries to be addressed but he knew bringing them up would only waste this chance… (in his understanding) that his master took great risks to have. So why did you choose me instead of Haruhie if she is more capable of finding your soul?

As Naoe ponders this one nagging question, the single road leading to the origin of the stream diverges in two. The source of the trickling body of water remains covered by thick mists while the visible path on the other side reveals signs of vegetation and a steep climb… could this be the hill Kagetora was talking about? He stops and turns around to find Kagetora nodding before walking across to reach his side.

Naoe feels a light tap on his shoulder, a sign that they should keep moving.

They ascend the hill together; their feet rubbing twin trails of mud and dirt on the greyish-green grass.

Both of them were not really prepared to see a gigantic, flowering sakura tree at the hilltop. Abundance of white makes both master and vassal zero in on the sakura’s torso. “That’s him.”

Naoe couldn’t understand Kagetora’s words. There was a young man in a white kariginu half-embedded within the tree trunk. He appeared to be in deep slumber, brow creased as if having a bad dream. His beautiful white hands were folded together almost protectively over his belly. The formal kimono that signified his noble birth was wrapped right side over left⁴⁹. A few raven strands of hair not caught within the bark were swaying freely in stray winds.

Was this some twisted joke his master plays?

Naoe looks back and forth between Kagetora and the young man embraced by the sakura. “Are you trying to make a fool out of me?”

Kagetora was taken aback by the sudden accusation. What has set Naoe off this time? “This is the sorei I was talking about. He is the spirit trapped with me.”

The unmistakable innocence in Kagetora’s gaze confuses Naoe further. “Will you open your eyes and see for yourself the person before us!”

Kagetora couldn’t grasp the reason for Naoe’s hostile incredulity. His gut told him that it’s as if he was insulting Naoe’s intelligence or somehow testing his sanity.

“This person is…” As Kagetora was saying this, his voice disappears and he felt the weight of an immense weakness claiming him. He falls while the sakura starts glowing as bright as the sun.

His time had come to an end.

“Kagetora-sama!” Naoe forgot all else and rushes to him, holding the already fading body of his lord in his arms. The once solid form of Kagetora becomes translucent, his weight and tangibility diminishing every second. “No! Not yet! Don’t leave me this way!”

The escalating brightness encompasses everything; blinding Naoe and making him lose sight of Kagetora even before the latter completely vanishes like a mirage.

The light dies and so does Naoe’s heart at the abrupt absence of his beloved. He drops to his knees and weeps soundlessly.

A moment passes before he feels a soft hand on his shoulder. He almost jumps at the sight of the young man in white staring down calmly at him. “Musa⁵⁰,” He calls affectionately.

“Who… are you?” Naoe knelt, petrified in a strange emotion he couldn’t quite put into words. The man in white smiles gently and wipes Naoe’s tears with his hands.

“So you have crossed over and gained a new identity. Naoe Nobutsuna died and was reborn into a 400-year-old kanshousha.”

“How do you know this?” Naoe was instantly wary. Fate doesn’t seem to get enough of giving him more puzzles to solve.

“When you wake up, the person who shows himself directly serves under the one currently in possession of ‘our’ souls.” The man in white bypasses his questions and offers him a cryptic answer instead.

“Why do you look so much like him?” Naoe’s stubbornness doesn’t stop though.

The young man surprisingly wrap him in a warm embrace. “It’s been a while. It is good to see and hold you again. May the goddess⁵¹ give you luck.”

Naoe felt like all his sins have been forgiven by this simple loving gesture. “Who are you? Please tell me.” He pleads in a whisper.

“You are fondest of calling me Tsune. But I am now the ghost of a past you hardly remember. Let me take one last act of selfishness.” Petal-soft lips press against Naoe’s in farewell.

Naoe is laid unconscious on the grass and after a heartbeat, he was alone once more.

XxXMOBXxX

“So how was it?” The white crane asks almost… suggestively.

“WHAT?” Not even the tips of Kagetora’s ears were spared from the vulgar shade of red.

“Being a wandering onryou I mean.” The crane sidesteps the obvious and heartily laughs making Kagetora want to hug and choke him at the same time.

“There wasn’t enough time.” Kagetora avoids those all-knowing eyes fighting his blush like a tenacious disease.

“Enough time to what?”

“…” (*&$%#!) Getting his point across with this man makes him want to bang his head repeatedly against a wall instead.

The crane gasps. “Oh dear heavens! Are those love marks on your neck?” He dies in amusement when Kagetora actually feels for said marks on his untainted white throat. Really… this one was hopeless.

“I jest, forgive me.”

“Will you cut it out?” Kagetora throws his arms in the air and storms away from this laughing lunatic. “Have more faith in your protector. He is much better at riddles.” The white crane yells after the sulking (I’m deaf. I can’t hear you) shinrei.

Aren’t you going to ask me why your inhibitions were significantly lowered, Kagetora? You WANT him but you deny yourself. I can’t help but borrow those nightmares from you.

TBC~

48 – Kagetora is referring to ‘her.’ You know who I mean. The Italics mean that he doesn’t (couldn’t) really say it out loud.

49 – Wrapping the kimono right side over left was how the dead were dressed.

50 – Short for Musashi, or really Saito Musashi-bou *hint, hint (Musanaga no Unsui)

51 – The sun-goddess Amaterasu to be exact;

Post A/N: Err… Sorry for the relative crackness at the end? (^^,)
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