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Chapter List
- 1-BOUND
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four - END
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~ Fourteen ~
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I was swung through the air by the back of my coat in an entirely too familiar fashion and then landed face-first in a froth of entirely too familiar white silky fur. I grabbed the first double handful of fur I came in contact with and immediately starting climbing up the rolling bony spine of the monstrous loping beast beneath me. "N-Nyanko-sensei?"
With a low growl, the huge white head lifted and a triangular ear tilted in my direction. "I am not a cat -- and watch where you're digging your feet in!"
"Fine, fine...Madara." I continued my climb over the churning and equally bony shoulders to seat myself astride the far more comfortable neck. With my butt and crotch no longer in danger of severe bruising, I sat up to peer between the triangular white ears of the giant beast. "You came for me?"
The body beneath me rumbled with deep bone-jarring chortles. "A good theft, eh Natsume? That damned sorcerer didn't even have time to call out your name!"
I sighed into the fur between his ears. "I didn't break the binding."
"Obviously. Hang on!" The great beast gathered himself and leapt into the air to skim the treetops, moving swiftly, but not nearly as fast as I knew he was capable.
The wind at that speed was icy. I ducked my face into the soft warm fur before my face could become wind-burned. "Where are we going?" I shook my head in disgust. "Never mind, it doesn't matter where we go, he'll still find me."
Thunderous laughter rolled from the beast's gigantic throat. "Finding you and reaching you are two entirely different matters. For now, we are going where he cannot reach, and then it's merely a matter of keeping you out of reach until the binding breaks."
My fingers tightened in Madara's fur. "He has a car. No matter where I go, he'll get to me."
Madara tilted his head so that one huge golden eye could look back at me. "So little faith." In a burst of blue-white light, the beast launched himself nearly straight up into the sky and then soared straight for the high forested ridges of the mountains that ringed the town.
I wound his fur around my hands and dug my heels into the sides of his neck to keep from being sheared off by the wind. The air was viciously cold and burned in my nose and down my throat. I buried my face in his fur simply to breathe.
Madara's insane speed slowed to a mere glide past the sheer cliffs along the mountain's side then eased into an almost gentle hover. He dropped lightly onto a broad cliff-side ledge blanketed by thick frost-seared yellow grass. Far below, the town was merely a scattering of tiny lights. The view was actually quite spectacular.
I then noticed that the binding was vibrating a little, which was a bit...stirring, but it wasn't tugging or squeezing at all. I frowned. "He isn't pulling on me."
Madara turned his huge head just enough to regard me with one golden eye. "Your sorcerer is most likely trying to follow us."
I looked over the edge of the cliff. Quite clearly, there was no way down -- or up. "Well he certainly won't be able to reach me here."
The beast rolled his eyes. "He might not, but such a height will not deter his slaves. Once he realizes that he can't reach you himself, he'll send his slaves to collect you."
I bared my teeth. "If they try, they'll get a fist in the face! No way in hell am I going anywhere with them."
The beast woofed out a steaming snort. "If you honestly think you have a choice in the matter, clearly he has not yet used the binding to its full potential."
I frowned. "Why, what does it do?"
Madara looked out over the town. "The master invocation of any binding is a summons which takes complete control of the body. Whether you want to or not, you will go to him, unless someone else takes drastic measures to keep you from leaving."
"Why would he even bother...doing that?" I scowled. "All he has to do is wait for me to go to school tomorrow and get me then."
"Clearly, you underestimate how much that sorcerer lusts after you." The great beast's black lips lifted to show his long, long teeth in a frightening parody of a smile. "I did steal you before he could...indulge in his appetites."
My face heated. "I think it's less...that and more that he's just...lonely." I looked down at the lights of the town far below us. All those people, yet none of them saw what I saw, or knew the things I knew -- except one. "It's...hard being the only one of your kind. Not that I like being...leashed, but I can understand why he wants my company."
The beast growled and laid his ears back flat. "You're a fool if you believe that sorcerer merely wants your company." He shook sharply under me in an open request for me to dismount.
I slid from Madara's neck and immediately regretted it. It was bitterly cold on that cliff and his fur was very thick and warm. The wind cut right through my coat. I shivered hard and hastily covered my face with my scarf, but it was still hard to breathe. "What more could he want from me? He doesn't know about the Book."
Madara stepped between the edge and me, his fur sweeping against my coat and cutting off the wind. "Seduction is the easiest way to tame any being -- spirit or human, but in your case, I strongly suspect that he may have been the one seduced." He swept past me and strode off in his smooth rolling gait that was more feline than canine. His insanely long white tail snaked behind him. "This way, Natsume."
"He...what?" I trotted after him. "I didn't do a damned thing to him! He came after me all on his own!"
The great beast snorted in open derision. "You underestimate your allure."
I shook my head, while trying to cover my face with my scarf. "I'm just a...guy. I'm not even all that attractive!" Not the way Kaname Tanuma was anyway.
Madara stopped to let me catch up. "You need to stop looking at only the surface of things." He continued along the ledge, his huge body protecting me from the wind. "The reason we spirits want to devour you is for what you have within you. If you think that sorcerer can't sense it too, you are sadly mistaken." His head turned and his golden eye narrowed on me. "You do know that there is more than one definition to the word devour?"
I eyed him somewhat uneasily. Lady Hinoe, the spirit that had declared herself in love with my grandmother Reiko, had said on more than one occasion that she enjoyed 'devouring' young girls, but she didn't eat them, she seduced them. He couldn't be referring to...that? At least I hoped he wasn't referring to that. "Eh..."
Madara turned into the wide mouth of a cave half hidden by scraggly trees. His body began to glow. Not brightly, merely a mild luminescence that was just enough to allow me to see where I was going without tripping. "In case you didn't know, there are two ways to consume a being. One way is all at once." He snapped his massive jaws and licked his lips with a loud slurp.
The illustration was perfectly clear. I swallowed hard.
"The other way takes only small amounts. Compare it to the way one would gather fruit from a tree. Once the fruit is ripe, one can either cut the tree down and devour the whole thing, leaf, branch and root as well as the fruit, or take only the fruit leaving the tree to grow more." He eyed me and his lips curled up in a toothy grin. "Guess which I prefer?"
I eyed him back, but said nothing. I got his analogy, but I wasn't quite sure what he meant by it. Truthfully, I wasn't quite sure I wanted to know what he meant by it.
The cave tunnel snaked sharply to the right, then the left, cutting off the wind completely. It became noticeably warmer. The tunnel abruptly opened into a wide cavern that contained a small brook running right through the middle of it. A broad crack in the cavern ceiling shed a small amount of starlight on what appeared to be a small old-fashioned house roofed in moss-covered slate rather than curved tile.
Madara padded toward the tiny building, his long claws clicking on the cave floor.
I squinted at it, trying to make out the shape. It was so small it looked like a tea house, but who would put a tea house in a cave? "Is that an old Shinto shrine?"
Madara's eye rolled back to regard me. "Once upon a time, it was." With a poof of boiling smoke, the monstrous beast disappeared. "The tunnel from the valley collapsed many human life-times ago. No one comes here now." He stepped from the smoke tall, elegant, milk pale and almost human in red-gold robes that swept the ground. His obscenely long silver hair spilled to his thighs. An incredibly long, fluffy white tail trailed from under the hem his robes and seemed to move with a mind of its own.
He turned and smiled at me with golden eyes lined in scarlet, each cheekbone bearing three slashes of the same hue. The scarlet paw-print scrawl I was used to seeing on the head of his beast's form was centered on his brow, the long wavy tail trailing to the bridge of his nose. "This was once dedicated to a sky dog." He winked.
My mouth fell open. "This is your shrine?"
He looked away and shrugged very casually. "Is it so hard to believe?"
I winced. Clearly, I'd wounded his pride. "Um, actually no, not if they saw your true form."
He lifted his chin, his gaze focusing on the house we approached. "Once, there were many humans who could see us." He glanced at me. "Now they are very few." About twenty paces from the front of the building, Madara stopped. He raised his hands, clapped them together loudly, then pulled them apart in a wide expansive gesture. He barked out a word that I couldn't have repeated if I’d tried.
Within the tiny house, blue light bloomed, spilling out from the edges of the shuttered windows on either side of the door and at the sides. Wood rattled and rumbled. With a loud crack, the window shutters slid aside to reveal latticed rice-paper windows blazing with bright blue light. The door between the front windows slid sideways and slammed open. Blinding light blazed from within.
I threw my arm up over my eyes to block the glare. "What's going on?"
Madara chuckled. "Just making a few adjustments in time and space."
I peeked past my arm to look up at him. "Time and space?"
The blue light cast violet shadows on his face. He smiled sourly, a hint of a fang overlapping his bottom lip, and snorted. "You didn't honestly think spirits lived in the same reality as humans, did you?"
I blinked at him. "There's more than one reality?"
Madara rolled his golden eyes. "Idiot boy, of course there is! The world is made up of many realities all sitting one on top of the other, like the many skins of an onion. You humans exist here. Spirits come from the next one over. In fact, I am not even made of the same substance as you. Without a container created on this side to hold me, my power bleeds away until I am forced to return to my own world to recover, or perish."
Obviously, the container he was referring to was his luck-cat form. "I had no idea. You've been spending an awful lot of time on this side." With me.
"I do return every now and again. Where do you think I do my drinking?" He abruptly grinned, showing his upper and lower fangs. "The other option is eating something born in this world, but that only works for a short period of time."
My eyes widened. "Is that why so many spirits like to eat people?"
He shook his head. "It's not that we like to..." He winced. "No wait, some actually do." He shrugged and waved a hand. "It's that if we stay too long on this side, we have to -- or die. It doesn't have to be a human. Plants and animals work too."
Suddenly a few other spirit oddities fell into place. "Is that why I've seen some spirits eating flowers?"
He nodded. "Exactly, and also why I eat Touko's cooking." He waved his hand toward the blazing house. "The shrine marks the door I use to go between worlds. Since you cannot go there, not as you are now anyway, I'm creating an overlap, a bubble that exists within both, yet not wholly in either." He turned to smile at me. "By being in a place that is literally 'neither here nor there' so to speak, you will be safely out of reach of both the sorcerer and his slaves." He rolled his golden eyes and sighed. "Among other greedy pursuers."
It made sense, if I didn't think too hard about it. "Oh..." I then noted that he had somehow neatly avoided mentioning why he spent so much time on this side, the human side of reality. However, before I could consider any further thoughts on the matter, I was distracted.
There was a sliding motion around the base of my dick. The binding wasn't tightening, or pulling -- it was moving. It felt like it was...unwinding. I could definitely feel some sort of...end moving about like the head of a snake -- or a lizard. Suddenly unnerved, I shivered hard. "Nyanko-- Err, Madara...?"
The white haired male nodded absently. "Hmm...?"
"Is the binding supposed to...move?" Almost as soon as the words left my mouth, the binding stretched and whipped out to encircle my hips like a belt. I gasped in shock. I had barely finished the sharp inhale when the shock drained completely away along with every thought in my head leaving only a buzzing in my ears. My raised arms dropped limply to my sides. I barely even noticed the blue glare because my eyes were almost completely out of focus.
Madara turned to me and frowned. "Natsume?" With blinding speed, he dropped to one knee before me and grasped my shoulders. "Natsume, can you hear me?"
I heard him, but it took an amazing amount of effort just to focus on his face. Speaking took even more effort. It was like I was asleep, but standing. "Yes."
Madara's lips curled back from his fangs. "Impatient bastard...! Couldn't leave the kid alone for one night, could you?"
There was a pull from the binding around my hips. I staggered back a step then turned myself around to face the tunnel I’d entered. I took an unsteady step, then another. I didn't think to resist, because I couldn’t think at all, I could only follow where I was being pulled. My arm was grabbed. I stopped, still staring at the mouth of the tunnel. A tug turned me around.
Madara looked down at me. His golden eyes were narrowed and his mouth tight. "Natsume, you're probably going to be pissed for this, but you need to be aware to fight." His raised his right hand and swung. His open palm made swift hard contact with my left cheek.
My head was knocked to the side hard enough to throw me to my knees on the floor of the cave. Suddenly I could think again, but all of that was knocked to the side by the pain exploding in my cheek. I grabbed my face with both hands and shouted. "Ow! Fuck! God, damn it that hurts! Fucking, shit!"
Madara blinked then snorted. "And I thought I had a potty mouth."
I glared up at him. "What the hell did you do that for?"
Madara folded his arms and lifted one brow. "In case you've forgotten, you were about to walk out of this cave and very likely off the edge of that cliff because a certain dumb-assed sorcerer didn't think to check where you were before he activated that binding."
I blinked and memory crashed into me. I gasped sharply and felt the blood drain from my face. "The god-damned thing moved! It's around my waist." My heart pounding in my mouth, I lunged to my feet and yanked my coat open to get to my pants. I had to get that thing off...!
"Natsume, stop." Madara caught my hands and pulled them from my pants. "We can do the stripping thing later."
I stared up at him, well aware that my eyes were wide with panic. I tugged at my hands. "I gotta get it off!"
"We will." Madara grasped my shoulders and bodily turned me to face the little house. The blue light had faded to barely a glow. "But first, I need to get you safely behind closed doors." He pushed me toward the house.
Both panicked and furious by how easily the binding had taken over my body, I saw the house as the way to freedom. I went to take a step, but my legs didn't want to cooperate. I had to lean forward to pull my foot up off the ground and push hard to step forward, then lean forward again for the next step, and the next. Honest to god, it was like walking through deep sucking mud.
Madara snorted. "Either you're a hell of lot more stubborn than I gave you credit for, or that sorcerer's binding is crap."
I wanted to scowl over my shoulder, but simply taking one step after another was taking every ounce of effort I had. "Was that supposed to make sense?"
Madara stepped up beside me and grinned. "You shouldn't be able to voluntarily move in any direction but that of your summons."
I growled past clenched teeth. "Well it certainly doesn't feel like I'm moving."
Madara rolled his eyes. "It's stubbornness." He stepped in front of me. "How about I help you with that, hm?" In one smooth motion, he dropped to one knee, grabbed me around the waist, and tossed me over his shoulder. With one arm wrapped around my knees, he rose to his feet, turned, and strode for the glowing house.
Head-down and ass-up over Madara's shoulder, I got a face full of his white hair. I dug through the mass to grab a double-handful of his red-gold robes. It was a long way down. I couldn't help but notice that instead of being coarse like a horse's mane, the strands of his hair were thick and smooth, like heavy silk thread. I wondered if he'd let me brush it for him. I wondered what it would feel like against my skin.
I stiffened in alarm. What the hell am I thinking? No matter what he currently looked like, this was still Nyanko-sensei. He was still the same chubby pain in the ass who stole food, yelled at me for talking to any spirit he didn't approve of, and picked fights with random spirits for no apparent reason. He also got blistering drunk and stank up my bedroom with sake, hogged the covers at night, and made me fight the bulk of my battles despite the fact that he was supposed to be my bodyguard! Worst of all, he was right. I was only looking at the surface of things -- or rather, my lust was.
That train of thought brought forth a nice refreshing dose of annoyance that effectively cleared my head. It also made me realize just how embarrassing a position I was in. "Err, thanks for the help, but do you have to carry me like a bag of rice?"
Madara snorted. "Would you rather I carried you like a bride?"
I winced and felt my face burn. "No, thanks. This is fine."
Only a few steps later, Madara stepped up onto the tiny porch and ducked to pass through the open door.
I was suddenly surrounded by blue -- a blue that crawled all over my skin and made every hair on my body rise. I watched the little wooden door slide shut all by itself. Then world flipped upside down.
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