In Bloom, The Cherry Blossom

Chapter One:

The Pains of Waking


By

C. Laden


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Author's Note:

I know, I know. I haven't exactly been writing lately. Life has caught up with me, and it isn't pretty. Put my car in the shop, two weeks later I get it out, then two days later, it breaks down again. Who knew a Mustang was this much hassle to rebuild and maintain? This isn't as big as I wanted, but I wanted to feed you guys something. As in the previous story, please rate and any positive feed back is welcome. Please do not spam my mail box with negative feed back, or just spam it period. I get enough junk mail as it is. Thank you.


As always, just for reference!


"x" = Speach

'x' = Thought



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The bright morning rays caused Shinobu's eyes to flinch every time she attempted to open them. She dreaded mornings now. Even though she used to look forward to them, to make Senpai breakfast. Now she had no reason to get up. Naru did a good bit of the cooking, and the looks of her meals, like the taste, had improved. She didn't reach Shinobu's abilities in cooking, but Shinobu had to admit that it was more than just edible.

Shinobu sat up, her back was curved as she slumped forward in a morning daze. Her body told her to go back to sleep, but her mind struggled to wake up. Last night was one of another long nights in what seemed like a never ending series of sleepless nights for her. She had another dream dealing with her loosing Keitaro to Naru. As if she wasn't reminded enough when she was concious, but her dreams played over in her mind night after night, as if an arch rival was rewinding a tape that Shinobu could do nothing but watch helplessly.

Her nightgown hung loosely over her splendid body. The velvet material caressed her skin softly as she stood in a long, slow, drawn out stance succumbed to sleep still. Reluctant to wake, her hands eased their way to the straps of the nightgown and pulled them to the sides, allowing the gown to fall into a pile of velvet, exposing her thong underneath. She didn't find it comfortable to sleep with a bra, and she also found that the feeling of velvet pressed against her skin caused small waves of hot sensations to stimulate through her body. Some nights, this proved to make sleep even more difficult without 'attending' to the calling and urges of her body. She may have only been with one man, but her body craved for him again, or another would surfice. Her mind couldn't comprehend the idea of having anyone else, but her body begged to be taken again. More and more, did her thoughts drift to the forbidden pleasures of the late night callings of a man and woman, or same sex in some cases. She had a small experience in sexual tendencies with another female, but her mind had wondered what it would have been like to have taken it all the way to the end with Motoko. She was happy enough just getting to share her entrance into womanhood with Keitaro, so she never put any effort into completing what she had started with her. Besides, Motoko was with Mitsune now, but they had offered Shinobu to drop by any night she wanted.

The day wore on as any other, Shinobu dunking from Naru and Keitaro's sight every time she came close to having to face them. It was like a never ending game she played with them. However, only she knew the reason they played, as well as the rules to the game. It was all simple, but no one knew why she did it. She was the only one that needed to know why. Her heart ached at the thought of the reason alone, and she dared not come face to face with Senpai. Without a doubt, she would bet her life on it that she could not bare the feeling that would surely plow her over like a tidal wave. She did not want to even feel so much as a sprinkle from that wave...

'Life feels like such a torment...' the thought was the last to cross her mind. She found herself under the deck where she did laundry, and her eyes were closing fast. A nap couldn't hurt, after all, she was taking the year off inbetween highschool and Tokyo University, better known as Tokyo U. Yes, she had vastly improved her grades, and was now no the brink of getting into Tokyo U along with Sepai. 'Senpai... school with Senp..' the thought stopped. 'No, I can not think of that... no, it hurts too much...'

Atlast, her eyes fell closed, and her body relaxed as she slipped away into a light sleep.


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"Look at her, she could make a blind man smile with one glance..." a soft voice of a female echoed in Shinobu's ears. The voice had enough feelings behind it, and sounded so determined with every syllable...

"Couldn't she, though? Oh, my, I'd like to eat every inch of her, she looks so delicoius and delicate!" This voice was more feminen, and of higher pitch with a carefree sound.

"Huh...?" Her eyes opened, but she could only see darkness all around her. No matter where she turned, pitch black.

The carefree voice spoke again, "Feeling better now?" The voice was teasing her a little. "I could think of a few ways to wake her..."



"Put a sock into it," Spoke the other voice. "Or I'll put something else in there instead..."

"Please do!" spoke the carefree voice again. It was about that time that Shinobu's eyes began to focus in on her surroundings. Gradually, she could make out to shadowy outlines that started to become visible. Within a minute, she blinked as she stared at Motoko and Mitsune. Mitsune had a devilish grin on her face, and Motoko's was stern as normal.

Motoko leaned down to Shinobu and lifted her upper body slowly with one arm, "You know, you could catch a cold outside at night."

"..." Shinobu stayed quiet as she watched Motoko with soft eyes. Transfixed on Motoko's lips, she couldn't seem to snap out of her trance. Thoughts of the night that she and Motoko shared what little flesh that they did came back to mind as fresh as if it happened the night before. 'Please... finish it...'

Motoko stood with Shinobu tucked in her arms tightly, "We should get you inside..."

Shinobu let the weight of her body slump, momentarily keeping Motoko from picking her off the ground, but it was futile. Motoko heaved her body off the ground on the second time, a warrior's training has many benefits. Shinobu groaned in resistance as she was lifted into the air by a set of the strongest arms she had felt in her life! After a second, Shinobu squirmed from Motoko's arms, landing on her feet with her hands holding her upper torso from the ground.

"I can walk, Motoko. I'm not that little anymore...", her voice sounding somewhat distant than usual.

Motoko smirked slightly at the comment, "Yeah, but you still act as if you hadn't grown at all." She crossed her arms, and closed her eyes, her normal defensive stance when she felt that she was being lashed out at verbally, or when she needed to hide what she really felt.

Mitsune lightly slapped her hand against Motoko's back, "Aww, don't be so up tight about it. Shinobu was only saying that she didn't need help with something she could do herself!" Mitsune stop talking for a moment, with a the normal fox like grin on her face as she leaned into Motoko's ear, ".. ofcourse, you could always help her after hours if you just 'want' to help her!"

Motoko's face suddenly fell to surprise. "Kitsune, I woul...", her voice fell silent as her hand fumbled around her waist for the katana that was not there.

Mitsune eased her arms under Motoko's, her hands closing around the two soft, fleshy mounds on Motoko's chest.

A silent gasp was the only response Motoko had to the fingers that caressed her ever so softly, and the two, rather large, and soft, objects that pressed firmly into her upper back. She closed her eyes, and swallowed hard. Mitsune's tounge began to slowly slither its way down the backside of Motoko's ear, sending a sensatious wave of pleasure through Motoko's body.

Mitsune stumbled backwards a few steps, as Motoko's shoulders forced her away with a quick, and powerful shrug.

"Damnit, Kitsune, not now!" Motoko's voice snapped out at Mitsune. She stopped and turned to where Shinobu last stood in her memory. "Huh? Shinobu?" The only thing she was able to make out was a pole that stood behind where Shinobu was, yet she no longer stood infront of it. She was gone.