In Bloom, The Cherry Blossom

As always, just for reference!

"x" = Speach

'x' = Thought



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"Are you writing your 'novels' again?" Mitsune exagerated the 'v' in novel purpously.

Motoko's expression changed from thoughtful, to that of a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car. Her eyes scowled Mitsune as she turned and spoke, "As I recall, your always read them first. I even discovered that you especially like the sex scenes." Motoko crossed her arms over her chest, "You really do talk a bit too much in your sleep, dear."

As Motoko started to walk from the rom, something hard and firm pressed against her center of pleausre. The end of her sword's case stuck out from between her legs, where the length of the case pressed harder as she looked down at the metallic tip in a frozen stature. It had been almost a month, and the wooden case had little trouble lighting the fires of her inferno of lust. The voice in her head urged her to push the case away, but as she grabbed the case, her body beckoned her to feed the fires that had started.

"Hmm, it seems I'm not the only one that enjoys the sex in the novels. Besides, you write those based on 'our' experiences!" Mitsune's words were almost whispered, yet Motoko could hear the taunting in them clearly. She glanced behind herself to see Mitsune holding the sword with one hand at the top of the hilt, and the other hand where the case nuzzled against the knuckle gaurd that kept an enemy's blade from harming them. The base of the hilt was pressing slightly inside of Mitsune, who no longer bored any thread of the lingere that she normally wore when she was ready for bed.

"Ah, Kitsune... DOn't move, please!" Motoko's voice grew weaker with every spoken and unspoken word.

Mitsune thrusted her hips suddenly, causing Motoko to gasp and moan softly. "What's wrong? I just wanted to 'inspire' some new material for you to write, is all." Mitsune pulled her waist back slowly, her hands keeping the sword firmly pressing into Motoko. In the dim candle light that Motoko was using to write by, she could see that Motoko was flowing with her nectar, and it gleamed on the polished oak sheath that incased the beloved sword. The steel hilt that had pressed against Mitsune was now partially submerged inside of her crevace of pleasure. Her own nectar drenching the steel, and warming the finely made weapon. Before Motoko could gather her thoughts, the case slide forward, casuing deep pleasurable sensations to flow through her body, weakening her knees. The top of the hilt press hard against her buttocks, causing chill bumps to plauge her skin. Mitsune wrapped one arm around Motoko's waist as her mouth found the backside of Motoko's neck, her lips pressing softly against Motoko's skin.


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The noise of everyday life helped Shinobu to drown away her mind's worries. Engines roaring, footsteps to and fro, the laughter of childern, the hundreds of faceless voices, and even the ocasional bell chime from a bicycle. Everyone of these commonly looked over sounds kept Shinobu from displaying what was really on her mind.

"Shinobu! Over here!!"

Su's voice brought Shinobu's attention back to reality.



"Come on! We're going to be late for class!" Su was standing on the opposite side of the road, staring back at ther.

"Oh, sorry," Shinobu's soft whisper barely hit Su's ears. Shinobu had to run across the street to beat the traffic light.

"What's wrong with you? You haven't been yourself lately."

With Su's question, the everyday sounds ceased to exist, and so did the distraction that they gave her to keep her mind at ease. Shinobu gave a saddened expression, "It's nothing. I'm fine, Su."


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"That's enough, Keitaro," Naru was begining to get tired of his hormones. Every day it was the samething. He couldn't go five mintues or longer without trying to do something. She couldn't count how many times he had tried to kiss her in the last half hour. She said she loved him, and she does. However, she did not want a shadow with her all the time. She needed her space everyonce in awhile. Why couldn't he understand that?

"Come on, Naru. Just a little one!" Keitaro leaned in closer to her, giving his best at a hopeless and sad puppy face, trying to win her over for a kiss. "It wouldn't kill you!"

Naru smirked slightly, "No, but it might kill you if you don't stop this now!"

Keitaro leaned in a bit closer, "Please, Nar...!!" His words were cut short with a small "umph!" as his head was knocked backwards by Naru's fist. His arms flailed into the air slightly as he hit the ground. After being stunned for a few seconds, he grapsed his jaw, and muttered, "You didn't have to hit me. That hurt!"

Naru sighed. She laid on the grass beside him, laying her head on his chest, "I'm sorry, Keitaro. I didn't mean to. I just... I.. I don't know."



Keitaro pressed a finger tip against her lips, "No, it was my fault. Don't worry about it." He laid his arm to rest across Naru's chest as he watched the clouds float across the sky.

A short distance away, Shinobu watched the two in the park. Her eyes filled with tears, she leaned against the tree she had been hiding behind. Sliding down the tree to her knees, Shinobu's tears began to flow quicker as she cried softly to herself.

'Senpai... why not me?'


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[End Chapter 3]