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Death and the Maiden - Zombie-Loan	By : OokamiKasumi Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 1281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Death and the Maiden - Zombie-Loan
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
- 16-Fifteen
- 17-Sixteen
- 18-Seventeen
- 19-Eighteen
- 20-Nineteen - END
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Death and the Maiden
A Zombie-Loan Fan-fiction By Ookami Kasumi
~ Seventeen ~
The blowing wind was so cold Michiru pressed her face against Kurou's warm chest and closed her watering eyes. She had no idea where the reaper carried her, but they weren't airborne for long, so it couldn't have been far.
Kurou set her down on the balcony of an abandoned apartment building, then hustled her through a shattered glass door into the deep shadows of what appeared to be a long-destroyed living room, the furniture broken and scattered about. A dozen or so of his long strides later brought them into what appeared to be the master bedroom with a surprisingly intact bed.
Kurou tugged his feathered cape from his shoulders and tossed it across the entire bare mattress, the silk-lined interior face up. "We do not have much time, so forgive me." He turned her to face him and with swift efficiency, unbuttoned the front of her coat, then unfastened and unzipped her jeans. He then lifted her onto the bed.
Michiru gasped in surprise. "Oh wait, my shoes...!"
Kurou set a knee on the mattress. "Forget the shoes. The mattress is already far from clean. Turn over, and lay on your stomach."
Still a bit hesitant about putting her feet on Kurou's cape, Michiru did as asked and rolled over to lay on her belly upon the cape. The masculine scent of warm leather and his body curled around her. "L-like this?"
"Yes." Kurou straddled her, his knees on either side of her hips. His long fingers took hold of the top of her pants. "It's far too cold to undress you, so we will have to do this, this way." He jerked her pants down, along with her panties, baring her butt then further down her thighs to almost her knees.
Michiru yelped in surprise, but didn't resist. She just hoped he wouldn't notice that her panties were already damp. Despite the decrepit and half-destroyed surroundings, and the cold, her body was already trembling with anticipation.
Kurou set his hands by her shoulders, the bed shifting with his weight. His wings spread out, the feathers rustling, covering them both in darkness and warmth. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck in a brief kiss then slid one hand under her and into her open coat, then under her sweater. With a soft grunt he shoved her bra upward and cupped her breast in his warm palm. His thumb caressed her swiftly hardening nipple. He then lowered himself down atop her, his chest brushing against her back, and his long legs along hers.
Michiru shivered and licked her lips. Her first orgasm had been good, and her second though somewhat frightening, had been glorious. On the verge of experiencing that glory once again, her body tensed deep inside with a sensation that could only be described as hunger. It literally felt like her body was opening wide, and drooling, like a mouth waiting for a tasty treat.
He whispered next to her ear. "Are you ready?"
Michiru licked her lips again. "Yes."
He groaned against her neck and his full weight pressed her down into his cape. The bed groaned. A hot shaft of flesh pressed into the seam of her buttocks then slid downward, clearly searching for the entrance to her body.
Michiru lifted her bottom to assist. She couldn't spread her legs, her jeans had them effectively trapped.
The heated head of his cock found her damp opening and pressed inward, then stopped only barely within her. He then reached under her hip to capture her clit with gentle fingers. "You're wet."
She winced in embarrassment. "Must you announce it?"
He chuckled. "Yes, I must." He gave her a couple of light flicks with his wicked fingers.
She gasped, but only a few heartbeats later she began to involuntarily twitch, then moaned and danced to the rhythm of his fingers. With a soft whimper, she pushed against the hot flesh sitting so temptingly at the entrance of her body.
He chuckled softly. "Impatient?"
She pushed harder against him, unable to resist the hunger burning deep in her belly. "Don't tease!"
"Oh, my apologies." The words were tinted with humor, but he gave a push of his own, his shaft entering her body slowly, and carefully, only to pull back then push inward again, more deeply. He groaned. His arms closed tight around her, his fingers almost bruising on her breast. His other hand clasped her hip, holding her still for his invasion.
After an eternity of slow deepening thrusts, he finally filled her completely, his hips pressing hard against her butt. He sucked in a harsh breath. "Forgive me, but I have reached the limit of my patience."
Breathless and vibrating with anticipation of the pleasure to come, she lifted her head, coming up on her elbows, and turned to give him a smile. "It's fine. I'm fine. Go ahead, please."
He released her hip to use that arm to push upward and pressed to her lips a hard, swift kiss. He then sucked in a breath and withdrew almost completely from her body only to lunge forward, driving back into her in one hard stroke. He gasped.
She gasped too, and moaned. Somehow, he'd struck that delicious place deep within her on the first stroke. She rolled her butt under him, luxuriating in the delicious wave of pleasure.
He choked. "Ah, shit...!" Abruptly he began pounding into her with hard, swift thrusts, grunting at the end of his strokes.
The bed creaked and groaned alarmingly.
Gripping the cape under her in her fists, she strove to push back, and twist just so, to meet his thrusts. His staccato strikes to that delicious spot within her ignited an intense pleasure that blazed upward from her belly, along her spine to ring like a temple bell in the back of her skull. Drowning in her body's swift rise toward ecstasy, soft needy whimpers quickly became outright cries of desperation. The only thought possible was simply; more.
Pleasure crested, halting the breath in her lungs.
Kurou's breath caught, and his arms abruptly tightened around her. He gasped out in a voice hoarse with breathlessness, "I can't- I can't hold it..." He slammed unmercifully into her.
On the very edge of falling, she turned her head, lips parted and grabbed for his head to pull him into a fierce open-mouthed kiss. Half a heartbeat later, she fell, releasing her held breath in a deep moan. Her entire body shuddered with the violence of her release.
Eyes wide open, one a blazing violet, the other a pit of utter darkness, Kurou pulled his hand free of her breast to wrap his arm around her shoulder, cupping her head and holding it in place. He sucked in a sharp breath.
In her chest, around her heart, smoky darkness unraveled into a skein of tingling silk that sailed upward, and out of her mouth. A second pang of intense pleasure shook through her. Deep within her, his cock pulsed.
Kurou's eyes closed tight. He groaned into her mouth, and slammed into her body, then again, then once more.
For several long moments the pair of them lay boneless, panting in exhaustion.
Kurou withdrew from her body then slid to the side to lay face-down beside her, one enormous wing covering her with warmth and the scent of night. His other wing slid over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. He reached over and closed his hand around hers with a light squeeze. "Are you alright?"
Rolling in a cloud of delicious euphoria, Michiru smiled at Kurou's relaxed features and turned her hand to squeeze his hand in reply. "I'm wonderful."
Kurou choked out a hoarse chuckle. "Of course you are." With a groan he pushed up to sit back on his knees, his wings folding at his back. "It's best that I get you back to your companions."
Without the warm shield of Kurou's body, and wing, a chill breeze brushed Michiru's bare behind. She couldn't help but feel disappointed that their time together was done. "I guess so." She then remembered that she'd pretty much abandoned Shito and Chika to Shiba, who was more than likely a newborn Reaper.
Good lord, how could I have forgotten! Alarm racing through her, she pushed up onto her knees. "Yes! We have to go back!" She then spent several rather embarrassing moments of struggling to pull up her jeans, and panties.
The openly amused reaper caught her hand and turned her to face him. He tugged her pants back up, tucked her clothes back into place, and buttoned up her coat. He then patted the top of her head. "Shall we go?"
~ ZL ~
The flight back toward the abandoned factory was extremely chilly, even with her coat's hood up. Suddenly, it made perfect sense why Kurou kept most of his face covered. Michiru decided quite firmly that she would not leave the dorm without a scarf, at least until summer.
The flight was mercifully short. In only minutes she could see the top of the abandoned factory. Apparently, Kurou hadn't carried her all that far. Her glasses still tucked into her coat pocket, Michiru's death-sight abruptly zeroed in on the black rings of three zombies standing near the roof's center.
One had white hair, sporting a long sword; clearly Chika. The other was black-haired and armed with a long-barreled gun. That one could only be Shito. Between them, and towering above both was a man in a torn coat holding a huge axe; clearly Aso.
To their left was a woman with two hunting knives upraised that could only be Koyomi. On the far right was a man in a long coat holding a long-handled boat oar; obviously Bekko. Only a few steps behind Bekko, and wearing a rabbit-eared hood, was Yuuta.
"I see them!"
One more was there. This one held a long-handled black scythe, and carried a sulfurous yellow core.
"Shiba!"
"It looks like the brat finally manifested." Kurou abruptly dipped to land by Koyomi's car and set Michiru down on the broken pavement.
As soon as her feet hit the broken pavement Michiru bolted for the factory. "I'm going!"
In a poof of black feathers, Kurou dissolved into his doll-like form and grabbed onto her hood. "You should not. The ferryman will keep the brats safe. You will only get in their way."
Michiru tripped on nothing in particular, but she recovered quickly and kept heading for the doors to the abandoned factory. "I'm not completely useless."
Kurou climbed onto her shoulder. "You are not completely useless, but you are only human where they are not."
The reminder struck her square in the heart. Michiru blinked against the moisture gathering in her eyes, but fisted her hands at her sides. "Even so..." She ducked past the broken doors to step into the deep shadows of the factory.
A handful of semi-rotted human corpses sprawled on the floor, but the smell of burned paper was thick in the air.
Michiru stepped carefully around the bodies. Her death-sight showed that none of them were zombies. Well, not anymore. She stopped before a rickety and battered metal staircase and looked up into darkness
From above came the sound of shouting, gunshots, and steel clanging against steel.
She grabbed onto the scarred metal railing with a gloved hand and hurried up the stairs. Her sneakers rang hollowly on the steps, and the staircase rocked and swayed under her feet. She did not look down.
After a short eternity of climbing, Michiru reached the top. She stepped over the fallen wreck that had once been the steel door, and looked through the gaping doorway to the rooftop. An icy wind blew across her face.
Right in front of her, Chika had his sword drawn and pointed with both hands. His shirt was in shreds. Both his chest and his arms were littered with bleeding cuts. "You crazy psychopath...! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
On Chika's left, Shito panted for breath. His coat had jagged rips and his right arm dripped blood. His garnet eyes narrowed, sighting down the barrel of his drawn pistol held in both hands. "Akatsuki, I don't think he hears you."
Balanced on the very edge of the building was a battered, and blood spattered Shiba, laughing maniacally while holding a nastily knotted pitch-black scythe. His black coat and shredded, blood-stained, white shirt flapped open in the wind revealing the butterfly tattooed over his heart. His core burned a bright sulfurous yellow, as did his eyes.
Kurou sighed heavily. "Pitiful..."
Michiru blinked. "Pitiful? Who? Shiba?"
Kurou nodded toward Shiba. "See how bright his core burns? Eventually it will consume that stupid brat."
Michiru stared at Kurou, wide-eyed. "Consume him...?"
"That brat was never meant to be a reaper. His body was never meant to hold anything more than a human soul. Sooner or later, that core will burn the stupid brat out of existence."
Chika stomped his booted foot. "Oi! Shiba...!"
To Chika and Shito's right, Aso frowned with his massive, two-handed axe held crosswise. "Is he high on something?"
On the far right Bekko lowered his large boat-oar from his shoulder to hold it cross-wise before him. "He's drunk on dark matter."
Chika blinked. "He's drunk on...what?"
Bekko moved forward a step. "You should all leave. Now."
"Hah...?" Chika blinked at Bekko. "Leave?!"
Shito's red eyes narrowed to slits. He spoke through a clenched jaw. "Why?"
Bekko didn't take his gaze off of Shiba. "You can't handle this. Go!"
Chika stepped back from the ferryman. "What the...?"
Bekko's mouth twisted in open annoyance. "He's not a zombie anymore, he's a reaper."
Chika stiffened and his eyes widened. "Fuck...!"
"We're leaving." Shito turned and grabbed Chika by the arm to shove him toward the door.
Aso grabbed hold of Koyomi and hauled her toward the door. "We're going too, sweetheart!"
Shiba's laughter abruptly stopped, but his mouth remained in a twisted, drunken leer. "Now, where do you think you're going? The party's just getting started!" He lifted his black scythe and leaped.
Bekko lunged forward to meet him.
In that split-second, Michiru knew that Bekko didn't stand a chance of stopping Shiba's scythe. It wasn't that Bekko's oar would break under the strike; she doubted anything could break that. It was that the oar made a straight defensive line across Bekko's body. Shiba's weapon, however, had a body-length blade set at a forty-five degree angle in addition to a body-length handle. That blade would slice Bekko in half long before the scythe's handle even reached the defense of the oar.
Terror poured through her - and anger.
Within half a heartbeat, Michiru drew her scythe from her heart. Power and confidence filled her to overflowing. She leaped with the grace of a dancer from the door to the center of the roof.
Kurou shouted in her ear, "What are you doing?!"
Ignoring the tiny reaper, Michiru jammed the butt of her scythe handle against the floor, tipped it forward, and turned her blade under the path of Shiba's descending blade with the absolute faith that this would stop him.
The clang of the meeting blades was loud, and the power of Shiba's down-stroke vibrated down her arms. His blade skidded harshly against the exterior flat edge of hers, ten centimeters from its target.
Shiba blinked at her. "Huh...?"
Bekko, his oar still lifted, stared at her wide-eyed.
She spared Bekko only a glance and shouted "Go! I'll hold him back!"
Bekko nodded briefly and ducked backwards, but paused by the doorway.
His eyes narrowing, Shiba smiled at Michiru and continued to push at her blade. "Michiru, how come you have a scythe?"
Michiru stared up at Shiba, her hands tightening on her scythe's handle. Shiba might be stronger, but technically, he was pushing against the rooftop while all she had to do was keep her scythe balanced under his blade. It was surprisingly easy.
Answering Shiba's question, on the other hand...
Shiba's gaze shifted to the tiny reaper hovering by her shoulder, and smirked. "So that shitty reaper made you do his dirty work, did he?"
Michiru frowned. "What...?" She had no idea what Shiba was talking about. She shook her head briefly. "A-anyway, Shiba, you need to stop now. Okay?"
Shiba pressed harder, his grin widening. "Stop what, Michiru-chan?" He flicked his fingers.
An ectoplasmic dagger abruptly hissed into being and flashed toward Michiru's face.
Michiru's hands reacted instantly. Without lifting the pinned scythe from the rooftop, she simply adjusted her handhold to shift the angle of her blade a little lower, and turned the handle - moving the blade just enough to block the flying dagger.
The dagger clanged into the blade, ricocheted off to the left, and fizzled out of existence.
Shiba snarled and jumped back, freeing his scythe from hers. "Michiru-chan, you really shouldn't play with the big kids." He drew his scythe back for a wide side-swing, clearly aiming to cut her in half. "You could get hurt."
Michiru twirled around her scythe, the center of her balance, the center of her world, and used the momentum to direct her swing at Shiba's scythe blade. After all, she didn't actually want to hurt him.
With a harsh ring of steel against steel, Shiba's blade not only stopped cold, he was knocked skidding backwards. He stared at her wide-eyed for a heartbeat then scowled and came at her, chopping and slashing at her with his blade.
Michiru had no problem at all stopping his blade with hers and returning the strikes hard enough to push him back. Though while doing so, she frowned. Shiba's movements looked...slow, and rather clumsy, if not downright crude. After a few more counter-strikes, she realized that Shiba and his scythe were out of balance, as though his scythe was a thing apart from him; something alien, and not exactly welcome - disconnected.
How could one be disconnected from one's soul? She had no idea, but that was clearly what she was seeing. "Shiba-kun, with the way you handle your scythe, I'm not the one that's going to get hurt."
Shiba stiffened, then bared his teeth in a way that couldn't possibly be considered a smile. "That's an awfully arrogant thing to say to someone twice your size, and far more experienced with weapons." He lunged forward and slashed sideways, again aiming to cut her in half.
The movement was not only slow, it was downright sloppy.
I'm the one being arrogant? Extremely annoyed, Michiru bounced upwards, right over Shiba's head, and kicked back; flipping completely over his head, then swung her blade downward toward Shiba's back.
Wide-eyed, Shiba whirled around lifting his scythe to block.
The blades slammed together with a loud ring and tangled.
Upside down in mid-air, Michiru spread her legs wide and twisted hard, turning her blade to force Shiba's blade sideways, twisting the scythe in his hands.
Shiba gasped and very nearly lost his grip, but somehow managed to twist just enough to disengage his blade from hers, and stumbled back. "How the fuck did you do that?!"
With a graceful twist, Michiru dropped to land in a crouch. She stood and lifted her scythe into a crosswise, defensive position. "Shiba, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to."
Michiru's death sight abruptly locked on a hazy blue core floating only a few feet above Shiba's shaggy blond head.
Kurou's eye narrowed and he shouted. "Oi, Inu! You planning on letting your brat run wild like this?"
The blue-eyed reaper abruptly materialized out of thin air, his long scythe balanced on his shoulder. "What? It's not my fault your fledgling jumped out all by herself."
Shiba yelped in alarm, and jumped away, his scythe raised defensively.
Kurou huffed out an annoyed breath. "You know good and well that my fledgling could cut your brat in half without even trying. Are you sure you want to let him continue this?"
Shiba scowled at the reaper floating in mid-air. "Who the fuck are you?" Behind Shiba glimmered a rip in the empty air. One step back and he'd be gone.
On Michiru's shoulder, Kurou grunted. "Ah... So that's how he's making up for it."
Michiru blinked at the tiny reaper. "Making up for what?"
Kurou glanced at her with his one visible eye. "That brat can't fly."
Michiru blinked in confusion. "Fly...?"
Kurou snorted. "He wasn't born a reaper so he doesn't have the wings."
Michiru frowned. "But I don't have wings either."
Kurou snorted. "Idiot... Just as you were born with a scythe, you were also born with wings."
Michiru's mouth dropped open. "I have wings?"
His face twisted in fury, Shiba pointed his scythe at the floating reaper. "I said, who the fuck, are you?"
Inu's blue eyes narrowed. "Your teacher, brat. Show some respect."
Shiba crouched and lifted his scythe. "Bullshit! I don't remember having any teacher like you!"
Michiru blinked. "Shiba can understand him?"
Kurou rolled his one visible eye. "They're paired."
Michiru frowned. Was that supposed to make sense?
"How's about I make this simple for you?" Inu abruptly grinned, showing fangs. "You follow my orders, brat, or things will get very ugly - for you!"
Eyes wide in alarm, Shiba stared at the reaper. "What the fuck...?"
Kurou, the tiny reaper raised his voice. "Inu! How long are you and your brat planning to invade my territory?"
Inu's lips curved into a sneer. "Relax, we're going."
Shiba abruptly grinned at Michiru. "That was fun. Let's do that again sometime!" He lunged for the glimmering rip in the air, and disappeared.
Inu heaved a sigh. "Great... Now I get to play hide and seek with the brat." He winked at Michiru. "Later, princess!" In a poof of black feathers, the reaper disappeared.
Bekko spoke softly right behind Michiru. "Care to tell me what just happened?"
Surprised, Michiru flinched. "Um..." To buy time to think of an answer, she turned away to press her scythe back into her heart. Depression and loss crashed down on her, scattering her thoughts even further.
Kurou sighed. "Just tell him the truth. The brat's partner went after him."
Michiru took a breath and turned around.
Behind Bekko, Shito, Chika, Aso, and Koyomi peeked out of the ruined doorway.
Michiru licked her dry lips. "Well, Shiba is a reaper now, and that was Shiba's partner."
Bekko coughed dryly. "I got that part. So, where did Shiba-kun and his...partner go?"
Kurou snorted. "Inu went to go get the brat to take him to Inu's home territory."
Michiru peeked up from under her long bangs. "Um... Mr. Inu went to get Shiba to take him to his- The other reaper's territory."
Bekko rubbed the bridge of his nose. "And where is this territory?"
Kurou chuckled. "Hokkaido, the northern-most, and coldest part of Japan."
Michiru turned sharply to look wide-eyed at the tiny reaper sitting on her shoulder. "Hokkaido?!"
Bekko's mouth fell open.
In the doorway, four more mouths dropped open, and four voices yelled in unison. "Hokkaido?!"
~ ZL ~
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