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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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~ Twenty-One ~

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On the walk homeward, the setting sun colored the clouds with scarlet and deep violet -- like a bruise. My shadow on the white-washed wall on my right was tall and just as bruise tinted. It suited my mood perfectly. My heart ached as though it had been punched.
At my side, Nyanko toddled along without saying a word.
Natori hated spirits. He hated them so much he went out of his way to hurt them. I could understand being afraid of them. I could even understand lashing out in self-defense. Many spirits were downright creepy, and all of them could be extremely dangerous if provoked, but hate...? I just didn't get that. I’d met more than a few people -- ordinary human people -- who were just as creepy and dangerous as any spirit, and far less honest.
The gods only knew what horrible thing Natori was planning to do to the spirit he was going to exorcise.
With a heavy sigh, I turned the corner -- and tripped. Startled, I looked down. A thick rope lay in a line in the middle of the sidewalk. I looked up the sidewalk to find that the rope went all the way down the walk and around the corner. I looked behind me and found the other end the same -- trailing down the walk to turn the corner. Wondering where the end was, I picked up the rope and tugged in both directions.
"Stop that, brat!" The voice was angry, and feminine.
Startled, I whirled around.
Only an arm's reach behind me was the ragged female spirit in the one-eyed, one-horned mask that I’d seen twice before. The rope was knotted around her throat.
I dropped the rope as though it burned and put up my hands in open surrender. "Sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know!"
The spirit huffed and folded her arms across her meager chest. "Well, now you do. Don't do it again!"
I bowed my head. "Yes ma'am. I'm really, truly, sorry ma'am."
She turned her back on me walked back the way she came, trailing the rope.
Curiosity burning in me, I followed her. Who had tied her up? What was she tied to? Was there any way I could help her? Was her name in the Book if Friends...? My gaze went to her tattered bandages fluttering around her hand. "Um, since it's kind of bothering me, will you let me fix your bandage? Please?"
She stopped then sighed, her shoulders dropping. "Fine. Anything to get you to stop bothering me." She clopped on her wooden clogs all the way to the steps of a wide open gate. It was set in a white-washed wall that surrounded what looked like an old run-down storehouse. With a weary sigh, she sat on the top step. The rope around her neck was knotted to an old black-iron, three-sided knife, an antique kunai that was jammed deep into the gate's frame. There were weathered claw marks in the wood all the way around the knife's blade.
I frowned at the knot. "Who tied you up?"
She lifted her chin and sniffed deeply. "Oh, you have the same scent as that child."
I blinked. Eh...? "What child?" Had she been tied up by a child?
"Sit down." She patted the stair she sat on. "Hurry up and fix this then leave me the hell alone." She lifted her hand with the trailing bandages.
I sat beside her and took her hand to work on unwinding the bandages. Her palm was warm.
"Long ago..."
I looked up at her. "Eh?"
She waved her other hand to indicate that I keep working.
I nodded and went back to sorting the long strips of cotton wrapped around her fingers and palm.
"Long ago, I was a mountain guardian. I was captured by a sorcerer who put this rope on me and bound me to that gate. He then commanded me to the guard this house and curse anyone that entered the storehouse."
I blinked at her. "You've been here that long...?"
The spirit shook her head and waved her other hand in dismissal. "Anyway, someone recently went into the storehouse. I've been traveling back and forth to curse him."
I nodded. Why I was nodding stupidly over the fact that she was traveling back and forth to curse someone is beyond me, but it seemed the right thing to do at the time. "Which is why I keep seeing you."
She scowled. "You mean, bothering me."
I ducked my head and blinked at what I held. I'd finally finished unwrapping her hand. It wasn't pretty. Her nails were broken, no shattered and splintered... Her fingertips were horribly torn with heavy scars from cuts that had clearly gone to the bone. I eyed the deep and weathered scratches on the gate. Had she done that to try to escape -- with her nails? I fished in my book-bag for my first aid kit and dug out a fresh roll of cotton gauze.
Just for the record, of course I keep a first-aid kit in my book-bag. With all the spirits chasing after me, carrying one is merely practical. You wouldn't believe how many sticky bandages I go through daily just from running through bushes.
She sighed. "If I don't curse him, the rope will squeeze until it beheads me."
I stiffened. A human had done this to her -- hunted her, trapped her and then bound her with the threat of beheading? A human, not a spirit? What Natori had done to me seemed almost...gentle.
"I used to try to escape." The spirit slumped where she sat. "I eventually gave up on that and just...sat here, alone. Years went by. Many, many years... And then one spring, a boy walked right up to me."
"What a weird mask -- your hand! It's bleeding...!"
"He saw me, like you do. He's the one that originally bound my hand." The mask hid her face so it wasn't possible to see if she was smiling, but there was a smile in the gentle tone in her voice -- a sad one.
I knotted the gauze around her hand. "There, done."
She examined the hand I’d just finished binding. "When the treasury was opened this time, my first thought was to simply refuse and let the rope take my head off, to end it right here and now."
I cringed. Suicide...
"But fate is cruel." She chuckled sourly and flexed her fingers in the bandage. "That boy has returned -- as an exorcist."
I sucked in a sharp breath. Did she mean Natori? Oh gods, no... With the way he truly hated spirits, he would destroy her.
She looked up at the setting sum. "Since it's him, I don't mind being exorcised. I'm happy to sacrifice myself to give him a bit of prestige." She opened her bandaged palm toward me. "It's the least I can do to thank him for his kindness." She sounded almost...happy.
I could not allow Natori to destroy her. I rose and bowed to her. "Thank you for letting me help you."
She waved her hand. "Go on, get out of here, brat."
I left the gate and turned back the way I’d come.
Nyanko suddenly bounced into my path. "Oi! Home is the other way, Natsume!"
I lengthened my stride. "I have to go back to Natori's place and tell him to stop the exorcism. He doesn't know what he's doing -- who he's doing it to...!"
Nyanko bounced into my path. "Natsume, stop! You can't go there right now!"
I brushed him off. "I can't let Natori...!"
"I said stop!" Nyanko head-butted me in the stomach -- hard.
His head knocked all the air out of my lungs and turned my knees to rubber. Gasping for breath, I collapsed against the wall on my left. Wheezing, I pushed against it to stand back up. "Nyanko, what...?"
With a poof of power, Madara's massive white dog form surrounded me. "Idiot brat!" With a growl, he opened his massive jaws and grabbed me by the back of my coat.
"Oi! Let go...!" I fought against the hold, but I was at the wrong angle to punch him.
He lifted his head, pulling me right off my feet, then leapt into the air with me in his mouth. After several bone-chilling seconds though the air, he landed in the patch of woods behind the Fujiwara's house. Behind a screen of bushes, he dropped me sprawling on my stomach only to slap a gigantic paw down on top of me, pinning me to the leafy ground. "Natsume, you can not go near that sorcerer in your current condition."
I twisted around under his paw to look at him. "Condition...? What condition?"
Madara's massive muzzle came down close to my face to speak softly. "You're hungry. If you go to him now, it will be a simple matter to recapture you."
I blinked up at him in confusion. "You want me to wait until after dinner?"
Madara snorted. "Not that kind of hunger." With a poof of power, suddenly I wasn't pinned under a massive dog's foot, but under the body of a tall, muscular, pale skinned man with pointed ears, golden eyes, and insanely long white hair. His scarlet and gold robe draped us both. There was a long white tail too, but that was beside the point. He flipped me over onto my back, dipped his head and his mouth covered mine.
I could taste blue fire on his lips. Almost instantly, my arms looped around his neck to practically pry his mouth open with my tongue for more. My body warmed and tightened so fast my mind literally emptied. Heat poured downward filling my dick at a rate that was painful enough to force a moan from my throat. I locked both legs around his hips and arched up to press myself against his belly.
Madara's arms closed around me, his clawed fingers digging into my coat. He ground his semi-stiff cock against the crotch of my pants and moaned right into my mouth. "Do you really want me to take you here in the bushes?"
Take me...here? Where I was, what I was doing, and with whom doused over me like cold water. I stiffened in shock. "What...?" With a small yelp, I released Madara's neck and scooted back to sit up. "What just happened?" I rubbed my tingling lips with the back of my hand.
Folding his legs under him, Madara sat up and licked his lips. "I told you, you're hungry."
Oh, that kind of hunger. I frowned in confusion. "But, yesterday I...?" I clamped my teeth shut on the rest -- that I’d already...done it with Kaname.
"You...what?" Madara leaned back on his hands. "You let the Tanuma brat fuck you yesterday?"
My face heated with blinding speed. Had it been that obvious?
Madara rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, it's not like you can hide anything from my nose."
Was he saying I stank? My face burned even hotter and I ducked my head. Even so, my gaze locked on the tell-tale bulge under his robes in his lap. "Can we not talk about that?" It wasn't a whine -- really.
Madara heaved a sigh. "Natsume, what you don't seem to get is that the blind priest's kid is only human."
Only human...? I swallowed hard, but the sudden lump in my throat refused to leave. I could barely gather enough breath to speak. "You're saying, he's not...enough."
Madara lifted one shoulder slightly. "He's better company than some humans I could mention, but he's...limited in what he can provide." He leaned forward grasp my chin, making me meet his golden and not-human gaze. "You understand what I'm saying?"
I nodded. I had...an appetite he couldn't fulfill. Kaname was only human, and I...wasn't quite. There was a line between me and everyone else; human and spirit too. Humans didn't need to feed on the life-force, the souls of others, the way spirits did, and spirits didn't live as flesh and blood like humans did. Yet, I did both. I was both and neither at the same time. It probably wasn't Madara's intention, but I couldn't help but feel cut off, left out -- alone.
Madara sighed. "Natsume..." He leaned down to bump his brow with mine. "You are not alone."
I stared up at him in open-mouthed shock. Had he heard my thoughts?
Madara chuckled then his hand came down on my head to ruffle my over-long hair. "Your feelings were written all over your face."
I winced and looked away.
"Natsume..." Madara's voice was a deep base rumble that speared straight into my gut.
From under the long fringe of my hair, I looked up at him.
His golden eyes hooded and smoldering, he caught my face in his clawed hands and pressed his lips to mine.
I could taste blue fire on his lips, and I wanted it -- I wanted it so bad. I grabbed onto his wrists and sucked on his tongue. A small needy whimper escaped my throat.
Madara was all too happy to oblige. His pleased groan rumbled straight down to my dick.
My body tightened and began to ache for more than kisses.
Madara's left hand slid to the back of my neck and his lips lifted to kiss my brow. His other hand slid down my right shoulder and arm to grasp my wrist. He pulled on my wrist, gently but firmly, tugging my hand under the folds of his robe until my fingers brushed the shaft of his cock.
I couldn't help but close my fingers around the hot, rigid length. My gaze dropped to his lap and his robes parted to reveal the long thick curve of rigid flesh I held. A glistening drop of precum arose and pooled at the slit. My mouth watered and I licked my lips. It looked so...delicious.
He pressed against the back of my neck, encouraging my head downward.
I lowered my head to his cock and lapped at the gleaming droplet.
Above me, Madara sucked in a sharp breath.
Blue-fire burned on my tongue and hunger coiled viciously in my gut. My mind completely emptied of everything but the need to have more. I sucked the flared head of his cock into my mouth and stroked the soft silky skin with my tongue. I leaned all the way forward to drop to my elbows between his spread knees and took him deeper into my mouth.
Madara groaned and leaned back on his hands, his legs spreading wide.
I suckled on him as though he were a sweet I couldn't get enough of then took him deep, repeatedly, rising and falling on his cock with enthusiasm. My mouth watered so much my saliva slicked his entire length. The sounds I made were obscenely wet -- and I didn't care. The need to make him cum in my mouth was so overwhelming my hands automatically rose to stroke the length I couldn't swallow. I caressed his sack, rolling his balls and slightly squeezing.
Madara's breath hitched and he groaned. The muscles of his ass and thighs began to tighten under my arms. His hips started jerking upward, driving his cock deeper into my throat.
My throat tightened around him and I very nearly choked, but the need to take him in, to drink him down was strong enough to keep me in place, to wait for his retreat to take a breath. In fact, a small amount of frustration rose in me that I couldn't take him all the way down my throat.
Madara gave a soft gasp. "Almost there." His large hand cupped the back of my head.
I took it for encouragement and enthusiastically sought to suck him harder, and deeper.
His fingers closed on my hair, holding me still while he thrust upward, fucking my mouth. He grunted then groaned.
Suddenly, thick wetness sprayed into my throat, filling it to choking. I swallowed as quickly as breath would allow, then swallowed again, and again. Still he came, filling my mouth to overflowing. My belly filled with scorching blue fire, spreading warmth throughout my limbs. At last, he finished. I drank down the dregs and sucked lightly for the last of it.
With a groan, Madara fell back on the grass.
I sat up and wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand. Without thought, I licked the wetness from between my fingers. Make no mistake, I had definitely tasted better things in my life. However, nothing equaled the heady burn of power it carried.
Madara groaned again and smiled at me from under hooded yet burning eyes. "Do you have any idea how hot you look, licking my cum from your fingers?"
I froze in mid-motion. Slowly, I lowered my hand to wipe it on my jacket. My face burned and I looked away.
Madara sat up and snorted. "That was a compliment, idiot."
I couldn't look at him. I couldn't think of a single thing to say either. I had just sucked his cock practically in the Fujiwara's back yard and I hadn't even given a token protest. I didn't even have the excuse of Natori's binding. Even worse, my dick still ached with the need for release.
Wasn't my stay on the mountain was supposed to fix this?
Madara poofed back into Nyanko and toddled out of the bushes. "Come on, let's get you inside."
With one hand clutching my coat closed over my erection, I staggered to my feet then followed him out of the trees. My first assessment had been right. The day had sucked.
Pun not intended.
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