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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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~ Fifteen ~
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Blue, blue, blue... Effervescent blue flowed around me and into me. I was completely submerged in it -- drowning in it. It seared the sight from my eyes and vibrated the thoughts from my mind. The air I breathed smelled of ozone and blue. I could feel it moving in my lungs. My ears were filled with buzzing blue. It was so loud I could barely hear myself moan. Blue danced under my clothes and seeped in though my skin to fizzle my blood. It made my heart race and my temperature soar until I was sweating blue.
I sought to push the blue off, to claw the blue from my skin, but my hands were behind me and appeared to be...tied? That's when I became aware that I appeared to be lying face down on some kind of soft thick, cushiony surface. A futon? I struggled to open my eyes but they refused to cooperate.
Voices began to seep in through the blue.
"What's wrong with him?" The voice was cranky, feminine, and vaguely familiar. It was also somewhere in front of me.
A deep masculine voice I almost recognized spoke close to my ear. "I thought this might happen."
"What?" The female's voice sharpened in open frustration. "What might happen?"
"He's drinking."
"Drinking...? But he can't! He's not--!"
"Look." The hands, his hands tugged me upright.
My head fell back over a strong muscular arm. The rest of me flopped like a rag-doll to sprawl across a pair of crossed legs, my bare heels thumping on the wooden floor. The cooler air felt good on my chest and lower legs. Confusion raced through me. Why was I feeling air? I was supposed to be wearing a coat and pants, wasn't I?
Fabric was tugged across my legs, either a sheet, or a robe. I couldn't tell. A clawed finger slid down my bare belly making the muscles shiver and twitch. "You can see it soaking right into him, fading the marks."
The female spoke in a trembling whisper. "That's not...possible."
"Is it not?" The male snorted. "Think! In all the human lifetimes you've walked on this side, how many humans have you met that could see us the way he does, and Reiko could?"
Reiko... I knew that name! I pushed past the blue swirling in my head to focus on that name. It was so familiar, so very familiar and important -- and precious. Memory came back in a flood that made my entire body tremble. Reiko was...my grandmother.
"Um..." The female hummed as though in thought. "Not many in the past couple hundred or so. A handful, maybe? There were far more back then."
Suddenly I knew that feminine voice -- Hinoe, the pipe-smoking spirit that was in love with my grandmother. I knew that other voice too, Nyanko...? No, it was too deep for the cat. "Madara."
The body beneath me stiffened then relaxed and spoke softly. "I'm right here, Natsume." A cool hand swept through my hair. His voice strengthened. "Yes, there were many back then, back when we were seen as gods, and guardians, when we and they were far closer. Back then, there were often children who saw as he sees now, and drank to feed their nature."
Hinoe inhaled sharply. "Then he's...?"
Madara grunted. "Reiko certainly was. Clearly, she took a mate that shared her nature rather than her substance. Though one of her children, a daughter I'm guessing, did not take after her in that fashion -- at least on the surface, and mated--"
"What she could see." Hinoe snorted. "Well, that certainly explains an awful lot."
It was still hard to hear past the blue buzzing, but I definitely understood that they were talking about my grandmother and me, and possibly my mother -- Grandma Reiko's daughter. However, I couldn't quite make sense of what else they were saying.
Hinoe sighed. "So, now...?"
Madara snorted. "Now, we keep him here until that stupid human binding breaks and let him drink his fill."
Keep me here...? The binding wouldn't break until sunset tomorrow. I couldn't stay here a whole night and a day! I had to be home by nine-thirty tonight or the Fujiwaras would worry, plus I had school tomorrow! I closed my eyes tight and forced the blue from my thoughts enough to speak, but my voice didn't want to cooperate. "Home... Home by nine. Touko... Touko will worry."
Madara brushed his hand through my hair and snorted. "Relax, Hinoe and Mitsuzu will take our places until sunset tomorrow. Touko will never know the difference."
Mitsuzu... I knew that name. It brought to mind a gigantic smoke gray horse spirit almost as large as Madara's true form. Wait a minute, take our place...? "What...?"
Heavy clopping thumps that sounded distinctly like hooves made the floor shake. A deeply powerful masculine voice that was definitely familiar called out. "Was that you tossing my name around, puppy?"
Madara growled. "Watch it rocking-horse."
The name-calling ritual brought forth several painfully familiar memories of Madara at odds with the giant horse. If I could have, I would have rolled my eyes.
Hinoe groaned. "Must you two fight now?"
Mitsuzu's clopping footsteps came extremely close and stilled. "Well now, isn't that interesting?" His deep chuckle echoed. "I thought that's what I smelled." A woof of warm breath rushed across me. "Ugh! I know that reek...!"
Madara's deep growl vibrated in the chest up against my back. "That's the sorcerer that caught him."
"That one, eh?" Mitsuzu gave an equine snort. "In that case, I agree. This cannot be left as it is. I definitely do not want that one getting his hands on the book."
Hinoe tittered. "Especially not with your name still in it, no?"
"Woman...!"
The book...? The Book of Friends! It was in the bag strapped to my hip, but I couldn't feel the bag there. I fumbled my unresponsive fingers to my hip, looking for it but I couldn't reach very far. My hands were tied behind me, my wrists bound with something soft. I writhed to extend my reach, looking for the bag, but the belt to the bag wasn't there. A sash bound my hips instead. The bag wasn't on me. The book was gone! I gasped in deep breaths and struggled harder to wake my body from its stupor. A whimper of frustration escaped my lips.
Madara whispered against my ear. "It's safe, the book is safe. You'll get it back when we leave."
Panic forced my eyes open to stare up into a golden gaze in a brutally handsome pale face marked in scarlet. "Promise?" I couldn't speak above a whisper.
Madara rolled his eyes, but nodded.
I sighed in relief. "Ah... Good." My eyes tried to close. It took more effort than I cared to admit, but I kept them open to look around. The room was very plain, polished wood boards for four distant walls each with a window, and a plain board floor. It was much bigger than I expected it to be, considering how small the house had appeared on the outside. The cross-beamed ceiling was very far away. Sparkling blue mist that moved and breathed filled every nook and cranny.
A grinning blue-tinted Hinoe sat cross-legged not too far from where I was sprawled across Madara's lap. An unlit fire-pit sat between her and me--us. I barely recognized her. Instead of her usual pink, purple, and violet robes, she appeared to be in a blue hooded sweatshirt over a black turtleneck and jeans -- a very familiar hooded sweatshirt and jeans. A familiar brown coat and green scarf were tossed across her lap.
I frowned in confusion. Are those...mine?
A heavy thump that sounded an awful lot like a hoof stomp vibrated the floor to my left, just outside my view. "You will take Natsume's place?"
Hinoe looked to my left, tilted her head, and tittered softly. "Well, he looks exactly like Reiko, and I know every inch of her delicious body."
Mitsuzu gave an amused snort. "You do realize that this is a boy, not a girl?"
"Of course!" Hinoe shrugged and plucked at the sweatshirt she wore. "But with his clothes on, who will tell?"
I blinked. They were my clothes. Why was she wearing my clothes? Wait a minute, if she was wearing my clothes, then what was I wearing? I looked down and noticed that I was wearing a shimmering gold and cream robe of the thickest and softest silk I'd ever felt. Leafy bamboo branches were embroidered all over it in shades of green. "Sensei, what...?"
Madara chuckled. "Hinoe can assume your form, but not your clothes, so I'm afraid she must have them."
She winked at me. "That robe looks good on you."
Mitsuzu snorted. "Is it a boy's robe?"
Hinoe curled her lip in open derision. "Of course not! Do you honestly think I'd keep boy's clothes?" She sighed wistfully. "It was Reiko's, when she stayed with me."
Madara tilted his head to look past me and smiled. "In case you'd like to know, the woman of the house is an excellent cook and gives healthy portions."
Mitsuzu's took a heavy step closer. "Is that so?"
I turned toward the sound and noticed the pair of black horse's hooves peeking out from under midnight and silver robes only inches from my nose. I looked up and up at a tall male that was very nearly human in appearance.
Thick waves of snowy white hair half concealed a smoky blue-black face that was strong and square-jawed with a hooked nose and vivid blue eyes. Tribal markings in bright blue marked his cheekbones and the center of his brow. Parting his thick hair was a pair of longish pointed ears with dangling with gold bells and a pair of curved horns. He smiled and winked. "Do you not recognize me, Master Natsume?" The deep powerful voice was utterly recognizable.
I blinked. "M-Mitsuzu?"
He nodded.
I'd never seen him like...that. He'd always looked vaguely like a horse -- with horns. His horns were the reason why the first time I met Mitsuzu I though he was a spirit bull. Unfortunately, I said so too.
The cat had exploded into hysterical laughter. "A cow...! He thinks you're a cow!"
Mitsuzu had promptly slammed a monstrous curving hoof that was not split down the center down on top of me nearly crushing me flat. "Does this look like the hoof of a bovine to you?"
I did not make that mistake again.
Hinoe abruptly rose to her feet. She shimmered and her familiar face shifted into mine. Her dark hair shortened and lightened until it matched mine exactly. The smile, however, was purely hers. "I suppose we should be going."
Mitsuzu stepped past me to move to her side. "Shall we give that sorcerer a lively chase?"
"Wait!" Madara raised a hand motioned Hinoe to come closer. "That sorcerer knows the taste of his power."
Hinoe stepped past the unlit fire-pit. "Oh, good idea!" She knelt directly in front of me and cupped my face. "Relax, this won't hurt a bit." Suddenly, her mouth was on mine.
Under the pressure of the lips that looked so much like mine, my mouth opened out of sheer astonishment.
It wasn't a kiss. After sealing our mouths together, she inhaled deeply and hard.
The breath was sucked right out of my lungs. My head went light and I collapsed back into Madara's arms.
She rose to her feet, licking her lips. "Delicious!"
Madara bared his long teeth with a growl. "Don't get used to it." He curled an arm around me, pulling me to his chest.
"Far too late for that!" She winked. "He tastes just like Reiko." She turned on her heel and strode over to Mitsuzu's side. "Let's see how good this sorcerer really is, shall we?"
Mitsuzu grinned broadly showing even white teeth. "This ought to be entertaining." He leaned closed to Hinoe and whispered by her ear.
Her brows rose and then she cracked a smile that was pure evil. "I like it!"
Madara smiled down at me. "They'll lead the sorcerer far from here then go to your home and take our places as us until tomorrow's sunset."
Take my place -- at the Fujiwara's? I threw out a hand. "Don’t!" I had to draw in a breath to speak. "Don't scare the Fujiwara's! They're..." Gods, speaking took so much effort. "They're kind to me."
Hinoe smile softened. "I'll be very careful to be exactly like you." Her smile soured and she rolled her eyes. "Disgustingly polite."
Mitsuzu nodded. "We have no intention of alarming your caretakers." He snorted. "We don't want to see you driven away the way Reiko was."
I collapsed back against Madara. "Thank you."
The two of them waved. A puff of thick smoke curled around them. When the smoke cleared, they were gone.
I looked up at Madara through the haze of blue. "Natori will know it's not me."
Madara chuckled. "Eventually, he'll figure it out, but by then it will be far too late to do anything about it."
I gripped his sleeve. "He can hurt them."
Madara snorted. "Neither Hinoe nor Mitsuzu are as weak as the spirits he's used to dealing with; they are more than his match." He grinned showing his teeth. "And if his little slaves get too close, they will be eaten."
I took a deep breath and found that it was easier to think past the blue. "Why...? Why are they doing this?"
Madara leaned close. "Do not think they are doing this for you. They do this to protect the book. In your hands, the book harms no one. Well, no one but you." He poked my nose with a clawed finger. "In that sorcerer's hands...?" He curled his lip in an open snarl. "Life for those named in that book would get very ugly, very fast."
From the way that Natori treated me, and the cold way he spoke to his spirits, I could only agree. I pulled at my hands behind me. "Um, why am I tied?"
Madara snorted. "Because I don't want you hitting me."
I frowned. "Why would I...?" The leash around my hips gave a hard, determined pull and began to pulse. I sucked in a startled breath. In that moment, I knew that Natori had spotted Hinoe and Mitsuzu. However, that thought was quickly overridden by the sudden realization that the binding hadn't moved from my dick at all, it had extended at both ends. The stupid thing hadn't just looped around my hips, some part of it was inside me pulsing against that hot little spot.
Madara looked down at me. "The binding, it's active?"
"Yes." The pulse sped up to a vibration. The thing was clearly trying to get me hard, and it was succeeding with brutal efficiency. I gasped and writhed, pulling against the ties around my wrists and arms. "Let me go!"
"I have a better idea." Madara lifted me and turned me in his arms so that I was straddling his lap with his folded legs under me. "Why don't I distract you instead?"
I looked up at him in alarm. "What?"
His hand cupped back of my head and his mouth crashed down onto mine.
Wide-eyed with shock I stared into his narrowed golden gaze. He's kissing me?
His broad palm pressed against my rump shoving me up against him belly to belly. In that moment I knew that neither he nor I were wearing any undergarments what so ever because my erection was shoved right up against his.
Surprise parted my lips on a yelp.
His tongue surged past my parted lips to take full possession of my mouth.
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