Garden of Thanatos

It was an odd morning. Well, that is to say, it wouldn't have been so odd if it had been anywhere else, but rather, it would have been just depressing. It had been several days since Akira's sudden entrance into this dreamworld, and the inhabitants of the household had spent those days as lazily and happily as always. The weather had been the same, as pleasant and sunny as always; literally, Shiki couldn't remember the weather being different for even one day in his years here. And that was what was odd about this morning that was dreary and rainy and dark.

All the inhabitants were all a little uneasy at breakfast, even the normally unflappable Kohaku. In complete opposition to the usual cloudless sky, there was not a patch in the sky that wasn't covered by dark clouds. The rain had started off steady, but it sometimes poured heavily, the raindrops creating disconcerting non-rhythmic beats to spread throughout the mansion.

After breakfast, Shiki decided to go back to his room to rest, not in the mood to do anything. He slept for a couple hours before deciding to go visit Akira. The rain was still coming down, and it looked like he had to accept that that was going to happen. At the very least, he could spend the time with someone.

"Oh, come in, Shiki-san."

Akira welcomed him in. She was obviously not expecting a guest, as her room was littered with pieces of sketch paper, laid out across the floor and desk. Taking care not to step on any of them, Shiki walked over to her bed and sat down.

"What are these, Akira-chan?"

"They're drawings I made. If you remember, I said that I was into drawing doujinshi. I thought, since we can't spend time outside, how about going back to work on some of these?"

Shiki took a more careful look at the pencil sketches around him. A lot of them were unfinished, but overall, he had to admit that he was pretty impressed.

"They're quite good"

"Thank you. Here, would you like to see some of my more finished drawings?"

Akira handed him a sketchbook. Flipping through it, Shiki could see various comics and sketches of manga and anime characters he didn't recognize. But in the later pages, he saw one character that caught his eye: a young teenage girl wearing a long-sleeved Chinese style shirt and short cutoffs with two ribbons in her hair, one above each ear. Her dark hair was fairly long, not quite reaching her butt.

"Wait, Akira-chan, who is this?"

"Oh, her? She's... well... I don't know how to explain it, but I sometimes see images of her when I'm drawing. It's odd, I think it's a real person, not some character, because my visions are extremely detailed."

"I have a hard time remembering... but she's my cousin, Miyako. I used to live with her for... I don't even remember how many years, before I moved to this mansion. I haven't even thought about her in so long... but your picture brought back those memories right away. Yeah, they look almost exactly like her... I think."

"Oh... Umm... maybe this means that you'll get to see her soon, then."

"What makes you say that? I mean, the question I'm thinking is where and when you could have seen her. You really don't recall running into her somewhere out in public?"

"No, I'm sure of that. But more importantly, what I mean is, since I can sometimes see people's futures, maybe she's going to be a part of our future."

"Wait, what?"

Shiki looked up from the sketchbook and at Akira. The confusion in his eyes made sense considering what a ridiculous thing he had just heard.

"You know, I can see people's futures. Don't tell me you've forgotten that, too?"

Shiki's still-confused look indicated to her that he had.

"*sigh* you remember your cousin like that, and you forget all about me, Shiki-san... Anyway, you don't remember that time when some killer, pretending to be you, was using me to find his next victims?"

"What? No... I'm sorry, Akira-chan, but I don't remember that at all..."

Just then, the door knocked before Hisui walked in.

"Akira-sama, Shiki-sama, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Nee-san has told me that lunch is ready."

"Oh, thank you, Hisui. Akira-chan, why don't you tell me about this over lunch?"

***

And so Akira did as they four ate together around the small table as they were growing accustomed to now. She told about the impostor who took Shiki's place and befriended her before using her predictions about the future in order to determine his killings. About how they figured it out, and how the lady from the church - whose name Shiki remembered as Ciel - helped them stop and kill him. Shiki listened, bewildered, at the things that he had purportedly done, while Hisui calmly ate as usual and Kohaku listened politely.

It was only when Akira had finished her story and lunch and got up to leave that he realized that he had barely touched any of his food. He also realized how much he had forgotten about his life, the one he used to lead before this dreamworld had ensnared him. No matter how much fun he had in this world, none of this was real. The real things, real friends, real family, had all been left behind many years ago. With everyone else having finished their food and dispersed, Shiki finished his meal alone, brooding over these thoughts that so well matched the weather outside.

"What do you plan on doing this afternoon, Shiki-san?"

Kohaku asked, cheerily as usual, as she took away his plate and utensils.

"I'm not sure. The weather's kind of getting me down, to be honest, so I don't feel like doing much. I think I'd like some tea in the living room for now, though."

"Of course. I'll bring out a pot as soon as I put these in the sink."

Kohaku excused herself to the kitchen while Shiki made his way to the living room. He sunk his body onto one of the couches. He felt weak and restless, as if he had to do something but also as if he was powerless to do anything. He knew what always happened when he felt like this. Part of him wanted to let loose and give into that, to enjoy the pleasure that this world offered him, but he also felt that if he did, there would be no way of escaping it, of returning to the real world.

Kohaku brought the tea and sat across from him. As they lazed away the afternoon drinking tea with each other, occasionally joined by Hisui or Akira, it took all of Shiki's effort not to jump her right there. Finally, after a few hours of this, he decided that he had failed once again.

"I'm going to my room, Kohaku. I know you have to start working on dinner soon, but would you join me for a bit?"

"Oh, of course, Shiki-san, I'd love to. Let me just bring these into the kitchen."

Kohaku said with a smile, picking up the teapot and cups that she had brought out. She went into the kitchen, and while waiting for her, Shiki got up and went to the window, curious to see how the storm was going. The rain was pouring down as hard as ever, and the dark clouds showed no signs of letting up. It was then that a small movement near the front wall caught his attention.

'Could it be Akira or Hisui?'

No, that wasn't right; neither of them had any reason to go outside in this weather, and if they were planning on it, they would have mentioned it. Through the thick rain, he still couldn't make out the blur that was out in the rain, but it was definitely coming towards the front door. This was when memories of Akira's sketches finally entered into his thoughts.

'Miyako!'

Shiki bolted to the front door, opening it just in time to receive the little girl who was already on her way to climbing the steps. She was soaked, her messy hair covering her face and her clothes sticking to her body, but the red Chinese top and short blue jean cutoffs told him that without a doubt, she was the girl with whom he had lived for 8 years, his cousin, Miyako. Furthermore, her voice,

"Honii-chan!!"

as she jumped forward and through the entranceway to embrace him could only belong to one person.

"Miyako!"

Shiki hugged back, holding her close as she dug her face into his chest. She was wet and cold, and his clothes were becoming quite unwearable by the second, but that mattered little to him.

"What's going on, Shiki-san, who was that?"

Shiki turned his head at the voice of Kohaku, who was entering the lobby from the living room. With Miyako still burying her head into him, he couldn't quite turn, but he tried his best to explain.

"I don't know if you've ever met her, but this is Miyako, Arima Miyako. My cousin... I used to live with her at the Arima household? I don't know what she was doing out in the rain, but she just came running in."

Shiki turned back to Miyako. Holding her cool cheeks with his hands, he tore her off his body and looked into her green eyes.

"Miyako, I'm so happy to see you... but I need to know, what are you doing here? Do you know how you got here?"

Before he could get a response though, he felt a hand at his shoulder and a voice right next to it.

"Wait, Shiki-san, don't you think she might like a bath first? The girl looks completely soaked."

"You're right... Miyako, would you like a bath?"

She nodded.

"Kohaku-san, could you prepare one for her? Miyako, the woman with me is Kohaku-san, one of the maids here. I'll catch up with you later, but can you follow her for now?"

Slowly, Miyako looked into his eyes, then at Kohaku's face, and then back at him again. Then she shook her head.

"I... I don't want to leave onii-chan."

Shiki blushed. Was it from her words, or from the fact that this was the longest thing that she had spoken to him in his memory?

"Well... then how about we walk together with Kohaku-san to the bathroom? I obviously can't go in with you, but I can at least wait outside the door."

Thinking for a bit, Miyako finally nodded. With Miyako's body still holding onto Shiki's, the three of them made their way to an upstairs bathroom, the one directly across from Shiki's room. While Shiki waited outside, Kohaku led Miyako in. As he heard the water run, Shiki entered his room and quickly changed before opening his door just in time to see Kohaku exit the bathroom with Miyako's wet clothes.

"She's so cute, Shiki-san, clinging to you like that... were you two close?"

"That's the thing... we really weren't. We did spend a lot of time together, what with living in the same house, but she almost never spoke to me. I thought she didn't like me very much. She practices some martial art, and she used to use me as a punching bag quite a bit."

"That's just how kids her age show affection. It sounds to me that she was just very shy."

"Heh, maybe you're right. Oh, by the way, what are we going to do about her clothes? She didn't bring any luggage with her or anything. What's she gonna wear when she's done?"

"I'm pretty sure we have one of my or Hisui's old clothes in the house somewhere. I'll make sure to ask Hisui - she's the one who takes care of all the cleaning up and whatnot, after all."

With that, Kohaku went off to find Hisui. But as a last remark before she left,

"Oh, before I forget, if Miyako-sama comes out before I come back, make sure to guide her into the bedroom to the left of yours. It sounded like she wanted to stay near you."

It turned out that those words were unnecessary, as Kohaku returned with a small brown kimono - as well as a pair of underwear - before Miyako had emerged. With a knock on the door, Kohaku let herself into the bathroom, and within a few minutes, the girls came out, Miyako wearing a smaller version of Kohaku's clothes, sans the white apron.

"Honii-chan!"

Miyako ran to grab Shiki's hand almost immediately.

"Well, I think I better start preparing dinner now, Shiki-san. I believe Hisui-chan and Akira-sama are waiting in the living room to meet the new guest, so why don't you two go down there?"

Without waiting for a reply, Kohaku quickly made her way down the hall and down the stairs. Shiki turned to his cousin and patted her head that held her black still-damp hair.

"Well, would you like to go meet everyone, Miyako?"

Miyako looked up at him nervously, but she neither consented nor disapproved.

"What, you don't want to meet everyone? If you're going to be staying here, you're going to have to do it at some point... or... would you like to see your room first?"

Miyako nodded.

"Alright, why don't you and I catch up a bit before going downstairs?"

Shiki pulled her into the room adjacent to his, a room that looked surprisingly similar to his own. It had all the standard furnishings, and Miyako sat at the edge of the bed while Shiki took a chair.

"So, this is your room from now on, I guess. But what I want to know is, Miyako, how did you get here? This place... this place isn't normal. It's not real... do you have any clue?"

Miyako was silent for a bit before she spoke.

"I... I don't know, onii-chan. The first thing I can remember is... is finding myself inside this compound, under one of the trees near the fence. I think I might have used it to climb down from the fence..."

Shiki felt shocked by the words that were pouring out of her mouth - or rather, THAT there were ANY words pouring out of her mouth to him - but he tried to keep his cool and continued to smile. Rather, it was Miyako who looked shocked, shocked so much at her speaking that she stopped it abruptly. Then, as if approaching something with cautious optimism, she continued to talk.

"I... I used to break into this place all the time after you left, in a similar method... but I don't know how I ended up like this this time."

"Wait, Miyako, you used to do this all the time? Why?"

"So... so I could see you! Because I missed you! You never called or came back after you left for this house, onii-chan!"

Miyako leapt from the bed and into Shiki's lap and embraced him.

"I... I see... but Miyako, if you came all the time, how come I never got to see you?"

Shiki calmly stroked her hair and back.

"It's because... I... because..."

Miyako struggled to find her words. Shiki could see that she was beginning to tear up.

"I... what if... what if you told me to go back? What if you said you didn't want to see me?"

With that, tears began to flow freely from her eyes, and she hugged him even more tightly.

"I see... (so Kohaku-san was right) you really are a dummy, Miyako."

"Huh?"

Miyako tilted her head to look up at him.

"You should've known that I would never have done that."

He kissed her on the forehead.

"I love you, Miyako."

Miyako's crying face slowly turned into a smile, and she held the side of her face up against his neck.

"I... I love you too, honii-chan..."

"Well, aren't you glad you finally came? I'm really sorry I never made contact with you, but, to be honest, I also didn't think that you'd miss me very much. But I want you to know, I really really missed you."

Shiki continued his stroking of her hair.

"Why don't we go downstairs to meet everyone now?"

"Y-yeah..."

Miyako got off of the chair and smiled up at him, wiping away her tears. Holding each other's hand, they made their way downstairs and into the living room where, as Kohaku had said, both Akira and Hisui were waiting, enjoying a pot of tea.

"Hello, Miyako-sama. I'm Hisui, and I'm going to be taking care of you from now on. I hope you will be happy with me."

Hisui stood up and bowed, much to Shiki's chagrin.

"I'm Akira, a friend of Shiki's. I'm a guest here too."

Smiling, Akira stood up and offered a hand, to which Miyako responded by shrinking back and holding onto Shiki's arm.

"It's okay, Miyako, why don't you shake her hand?"

She looked up at him for a bit, before nervously standing forward and reaching out with her hand for a quick shake. Still, not a word escaped from her lips.

"Heh, I guess she's still a bit shy."

Shiki said while patting Miyako on the head.

"Well, why don't we hang out here until dinner, then?"

And so they did, sipping tea pleasantly for about 15 minutes. Akira had many questions for Miyako, with both girls being in similar situations, but Miyako sternly refused to speak, leaving Shiki as her spokesman. All throughout, Miyako clung closely to Shiki's side on the couch, and it was no different at the dinner table, where Miyako's appetite was only surpassed by the indomitable Akira's.

After dinner, Hisui approached Shiki.

"Shiki-sama, I think I should be able to find some old clothes for Miyako-sama around the house. Would it be okay if I took her for a bit to try them on and see which ones she likes?"

Miyako once again grabbed onto Shiki's arm and shook her head, but Shiki wouldn't let her get away like that.

"No, you should go, Miyako. If you're going to become a part of this household, you're going to have to learn to trust everyone else just as much as you trust me. Come on."

Shiki moved his arm to push her closer to Hisui, and while she resisted at first, Miyako gave in and walked next to Hisui.

"Thank you, Shiki-sama. Miyako-sama, I'm sure we'll be able to find some clothes you'll like."

Hisui smiled down at her new master, and then both of them made their way into the rest of the large mansion. With Akira already having departed to her own room, Shiki decided to do the same.

He had barely the time to sit down on the edge of his bed when he heard the door knock.

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Can I come in?"

"Sure."

The door opened to reveal Akira, who quickly joined him on the edge of the bed.

"What's up?"

"So, I was right, wasn't I? About Miyako coming here?"

She had a satisfied smile on her face.

"Yeah, you were. That's really an amazing power you have... wait, does that mean you could see other things, too? Like a few days ago, when you..."

"Heh, that's a secret!"

She winked.

"But Miyako really is a cutie. The way she holds onto you all the time, it's so adorable! I'd like to hear her speak at some point, though."

"Yeah, I guess she's always been shy. When I lived at the Arima's, she almost never spoke to me. But here, now... at least when we're alone, she seems to have gained some self confidence."

"Yeah... speaking of her, with her clinging to you all the time, it's going to be hard for us to... umm... continue our activities, won't it?"

Akira blushed while looking up at him. Shiki felt his cheeks redden too. To be honest, for him, having Miyako around made up for that ten times over, but he couldn't ignore Akira's feelings.

"Well... we're alone now, aren't we? I'm sure there are a lot of clothes that Miyako's going to want to try on."

"Shiki-san, are you saying-"

He interrupted her with a kiss, one that Akira gladly returned. Shiki could feel her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt, and then the button and zipper of his pants. He would have liked to reciprocate somehow, but the school uniform she wore was one that had to be pulled over her head. He just decided to hold her with one arm and massage her breasts through her shirt.

Finally, they broke off and looked into each other's eyes.

"You're right, we won't get many chances like this, so why don't we take advantage of it?"

Shiki spoke while helping her pull off her shirt, revealing her simple white bra that covered her smooth chest.

"Yes, I agree, Shiki-san. It would be a shame to let the opportunity get away."

Akira, too, helped Shiki out from his shirt. As he was fumbling with her bra to get it off, Shiki slipped with his fingers when he felt Akira grab one of his nipples with her lips and suck on it.

"Ah- Akira-chan..."

"Huhuhu"

Akira chuckled, in a manner that reminded Shiki of Kohaku, while creating a trail of kisses down his stomach. During this, she jumped off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him. She hooked her fingers on the waistband of his underwear, and aided by Shiki, pulled both his pants and boxers down to his feet, letting his erection pop free. Without hesitation, she caught it in her mouth and sucked it in as far as it could go, until it hit the beginning of her throat.

"Mmm... Akira-chan..."

Shiki leaned back and enjoyed the warmth and tightness that surrounded him. He could feel her shallow breaths that went in and out through her nose, as well as the gentle vibrations caused by her soft contented moans. Akira stayed like this for a bit before she started to move.

"Oh god..."

Shiki whispered and leaned forward this time, putting his hands on top of Akira's head. It was bobbing up and down furiously, having started at top speed. Her cheeks were red from the exertion, and her eyes gleamed with concentration. Reaching up with her free hands, she pulled Shiki's down from her head and clasped them, intertwining their fingers.

Shiki squeezed back tightly, not having the ability to do much else at this point. The heat and squeezing from Akira's small mouth was already incredibly pleasant, but the way the hard slipperiness of the roof of her mouth contrasted with her soft, mushy tongue that fluttered around, as well as the way those contrasted with her slightly less slippery lips were enough to make him go crazy.

"A-Akira-chan... if you keep doing that..."

Akira looked up with her focused eyes, Shiki's unfocused ones. His face and arms were shaking a bit, and she felt that he was getting close. Her neck was starting to get tired, but she remained at her top speed, wanting to reach the finish line as quickly as possible.

"A... Akira-chan..."

Shiki whispered as he came, shooting bursts of semen into Akira's mouth. At the feeling of the first bits of warm liquid hit the back of her throat, Akira stopped and changed all her concentration to swallowing, knowing that the volume would be nothing trivial. She sucked and swallowed frantically, feeling her mouth getting nearly filled up each time Shiki's penis twitched in her mouth.

"Aaaaah...."

Even as he continued to come, Shiki fell back, the orgasm having sucked all the strength from his body. Not only did that feel incredibly good, but also, the feeling of the constant pressure from Akira's working mouth was divine. Finally, he felt himself stop coming, and he unclasped his hands from Akira's and tried to pull her head away.

"Akira-chan, you can, ah, stop now."

His penis, still as hard and enlarged as ever, was extremely sensitive now, and Akira's actions were starting to be too much for him to bear. Even so, she stubbornly refused to pull back, as she sucked and dug at the opening with her tongue in order to get any that might be left over.

"Ah! Akira-chan...! That's enough, you're gonna suck me dry!"

Shiki almost shouted in pain, which caused her to finally remove her head. Shiki could see her close her eyes and savor the taste of the last bits of his semen before swallowing.

"Sorry, Shiki-san, but I really couldn't help myself."

Akira spoke as she stood up, her smile completely unapologetic.

"Yes, well, don't think I'll let you get away with that."

Smiling back, Shiki grabbed her and threw her to the bed, picking himself up off it in the process.

"Eek!"

Akira shrieked in surprise. With her feet still on the floor and her front on top of the bed, she struggled to undo her bra, while Shiki reached under her long blue pleated skirt to pull down her panties completely. After Akira finished taking off her bra, she moved onto her skirt, but her hands were stopped by Shiki's.

"No, I'd like you to keep it on... I like the way it looks on you."

With those words, Shiki held his body directly above Akira's and reached down between her legs. Poking around her labia and clitoris before sticking a finger into her vagina, Shiki could tell that she was fully wet, as much as she could be.

"Akira-chan... it feels like you're ready..."

He whispered into Akira's ear while bringing his hand back up to his face, its fingers coated with her juices. He licked them off, purposefully showing it to Akira, while positioning himself behind her.

"Yes, Shiki-san... I want you..."

Akira pushed up her butt, hitting his penis and pushing its head into her crack. With Akira's skirt still covering her lower body, Shiki had to reach under it and grab his penis in order to guide it into her vagina.

"Mmm"

Akira moaned softly as she felt Shiki, aided by her juices, fill her up. He slowly slid all the way in until his pelvis hit against her butt.

"Ahhh... Akira-chan..."

Shiki found himself moaning involuntarily. Still supporting himself with his hands, he began to run kisses over her smooth white shoulders, back, and neck.

"Shiki-san... please, start moving..."

Akira tried to move her hips, but sandwiched between the bed and Shiki's own, there was little she could do.

"If that's what you want, of course I'll oblige, Akira-chan."

Shiki took a tighter hold of the bed sheets and began to move as fast as he could, pounding into her mercilessly.

"Mmmm!!!"

Akira dug her face into the bed in order to muffle the screams that came out of her mouth. Shiki had surprised her with his sudden quickness just like she had surprised him before, and the pleasure from having him move violently back and forth in her tight vagina was overwhelming. Each time he slammed into her, she could feel the bed shake, sending out noises of wood rattling against wood that covered up the slapping noises caused by their skin.

"I-is this good, Akira-chan?"

With some difficulty due to the constant motion, Shiki spoke, still letting his lips and tongue dance on the back of her neck.

"Y-yes, Shi-Shiki-san...! I'm gonna... I think I'm gonna...!"

Feeling her orgasm approaching quickly, Akira continued to dig her face into the bed.

"Faster, Shiki-san, even faster!"

Shifting all of her weight onto the bed, Akira lifted her legs up from the floor and hooked them around Shiki's legs, placing her ankles just below his butt. She proceeded to pull him in closer, decreasing his range of motion, but allowing him to speed up.

Shiki was a bit surprised by this, but he obliged happily, feeling himself get close to the edge as well. He covered Akira's hands with his own and shoved his face into her hair.

"Akira-chan... me too..."

He could feel her head and body tremble.

"Let's... let's come together, Shiki-san!"

With that, Akira's trembling stopped, and Shiki could feel her vagina tighten. As a loud muffled hum emanated from where her mouth met the bed sheets, she used her feet to push him even deeper into her, preventing him from moving at all. That was fine, though, because he, too, had crossed the edge and needed no more stimulation. Kissing Akira's shoulder harshly, Shiki came, filling her vagina with his semen that spurted out again and again.

As the two felt their senses returning, they both relaxed, Akira's legs falling back to hanging over the bed and Shiki's upper body collapsing on top of Akira's. They breathed heavily for a bit, feeling Shiki's penis shrink back to normal size.

"Well, we'll have to make sure to take advantage of any chance we can, right, Akira-chan?"

Shiki spoke through his pants.

"Yes, Shiki-san, we will."

Once Shiki rolled off of her, Akira pulled her entire body up to the bed. Taking off her skirt which was soiled with both their fluids by now, she crawled under the blanket.

"I'm... a bit tired... do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"

Shiki got up to turn off the lights and joined her, although with the black clouds still covering the sky, the pure darkness made it difficult for him to find his way back to the bed.

"Not at all. I'm exhausted too. I think I'll join you for an early evening."

Holding each other, the two fell asleep, oblivious to the activities of the other 3 members of the house.

And like that, another day ended for two of the inhabitants of this dreamworld.

***

Shiki awoke. What had awakened him? It sounded like a pounding noise again, similar to when he had suffered from that horrible hangover. But he hadn't had anything to drink. He looked around the room that was still pitch dark. From the window, he could hear the sound of raindrops, indicating that the rain had not stopped. In fact, it sounded like it had gotten even worse. While he was listening, he saw a sudden flash. And in the about second or so gap between that and the thunder that followed, Shiki figured out what it was that had interrupted his slumber.

Lightning and thunder didn't bother him much, but it was definitely annoying, being awakened by something like that. And just like the rain that had started that morning, thunder and lighting were both completely new things to this world, things he hadn't heard or seen or even thought about in many many years. The girl who lied to his left, too, was someone he hadn't thought about for years before she had suddenly dropped into this world.

Shiki looked down at her and could see that she was sleeping comfortably, not bothered at all by the thunderstorm that was taking place outside. Shiki decided to try to fall back asleep, but before he could bury his head under the covers in order to muffle the noise, he heard a knock on his door and a creak of it opening.

"Who is it?"

Shiki said while turning on the lamp besides his bed.

"Honii-chan... I'm scared..."

It was Miyako. She was clinging to a large pillow that was as big as her torso, and she was wearing silken yellow long-sleeved pajamas. Her quivering eyes confirmed her words.

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Of course. Come on, close the door."

Shiki made room to his right and opened the blanket for Miyako. Even though he wasn't wearing pajamas, he felt glad that he had put on his boxers before falling asleep. Sleeping naked with her would be... awkward.

Miyako jumped in eagerly and lied next to him. Her head rested on the large pillow she had brought, and she grabbed hold of his right arm, holding it against her small chest.

"I'm sorry I couldn't see you after dinner tonight. I was very tired and ended up falling asleep."

Shiki said while reaching around her to turn off the light.

"It's okay."

"I can see that you at least found a nice pair of pajamas. Did you find a lot of clothes you liked?"

"Yeah... I'll show them to you tomorrow."

"And Hisui, you like her?"

"She's a bit... formal... but she was very nice. But I don't like her as much as I like you, onii-chan."

"Heh, I'm glad."

"..."

"... well, let's get back to sleep... Good night, Miyako..."

"Good night, onii-chan..."

Lying down with Miyako under the covers, Shiki tried to sleep. He felt a bit bad about leaving Miyako alone with the maids that evening, but it sounded like everything was fine. And sleeping next to them was the very reason for his disappearance, whom he wasn't even sure that Miyako knew was in the same bed with them. Either way, what was important now was to sleep.

But sleep didn't come. Maybe it was that he had slept too much in the past few days, but all he could do was lie in bed. With his eyes adjusted to the dark, he looked at Miyako to his right and saw that she had fallen asleep.

It had been about half an hour when he started to hear small rustling sounds from his right.

'Maybe she's dreaming about something.'

Shiki thought, his eyes still closed. What was odd, though, if Miyako was moving about in her sleep, was that he didn't feel the sheets or blanket moving at all. Furthermore, the sounds didn't stop and, in fact, got louder despite the continuing lack of movement.

"Mmm..."

Shiki heard Miyako's voice sneak out from his right. It was then that he decided to open his eyes.

The darkness was almost complete, so it took a few seconds for Shiki to make out what he was looking at. He could see that Miyako was not sleeping, her eyes half open, her face cringed in a strange frown. Letting his eyes trace downwards, he was able to recognize the source of the noise: parts of the blanket from Miyako's shoulders down to her hips were rusting about back and forth rhythmically.

'Oh god, is she...?'

Shiki felt blood rush to his face when he realized what she was doing. He quickly closed his eyes and looked away. He had never thought about Miyako doing such things, but of course, she was in her early teens and he shouldn't be surprised by it. What did surprise and embarrass him was the fact that she was doing it while sleeping with him in the same bed. It also embarrassed him that he could feel blood rush to another part of his body.

"Mmm... ahh... onii-chan..."

Shiki felt his heart beat faster. What was going on? Was she thinking of him while masturbating? He felt that he had to stop this somehow, but this was a situation with no real easy escape. His heartbeats ringing in his ears, Shiki opened his eyes once again.

"Nnn... ahhh..."

Miyako's eyes alternated from half-open to tightly shut now, and Shiki could tell that her breaths were becoming faster. The movements under the blanket were also getting faster, and the increasing volume of the rustling sounds matched the path of the volume and pitch of her moans.

"Mmm... honii-chan...!"

As Shiki watched, frozen and unable to move, he began to notice the growing feeling of tightness at his groin. Indeed, his penis was threatening to pop out of his underwear, and he worried that Miyako might see the throbbing hill that was beginning to form in the blanket.

"I love you...!"

Miyako shut her eyes tightly, and the movements under the blanket slowed down. One of her hands revealed itself from under the blanket and covered her mouth causing her soft high pitched hums to come out muffled.

"Hah, hah, hah..."

Finally, Shiki could see Miyako relax and lie back while panting softly. Relaxing was the last thing he could imagine himself doing. Still, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, pretending as if he noticed nothing.

"Miyako!"

Unfortunately, when he felt Miyako's hand on his hardened penis, there was no way for him to continue to pretend to be oblivious. Sitting himself up, he instinctively threw off the blanket on his right, revealing Miyako with her right hand down her pajama bottom and the other down his boxers.

"What do you think you're doing, Miyako!?"

Shiki said, upset.

"I'm... I'm sorry, honii-chan... it's just that... did you see me... before?"

Miyako's eyes were quavering and forming tears.

"I did. I tried to pretend I saw nothing, but, Miyako, I couldn't ignore this. You shouldn't have done that."

"But... but you're not fair, onii-chan! I came all the way here to see you, and you leave me alone with a maid to... to... have sex with her!"

Miyako whispered loudly, pointing at his left with her left hand.

"Wait, you saw us?"

"I did! And it's not fair! I love you too, honii-chan! Why is she okay and not me!?"

It was Shiki's turn to be embarrassed.

"Miyako... you should know why..."

"I don't care, whatever your reason is! I know this world isn't real! That's why I came here, to be with you!"

With those words, Miyako quickly lunged forward and grabbed his penis with both hands.

"Miyako, don't!"

Shiki tried to push her away, but due to his fear of hurting Miyako and of waking Akira, he couldn't use enough force to do anything. Miyako was a very strong girl, after all. And using her strength, she began to stroke his penis rapidly.

"Don't you love me, onii-chan?"

"I-I do, it's just... ah..."

Shiki struggled. Miyako's hands weren't as skilled as Kohaku's or even Hisui's, but still, the tingles they sent up his spine made his speech stuttered.

"Why don't you want me, then?"

"Mi-Miyako, stop it, or, or we're gonna wake up Akira!"

"Oh, I'm already awake."

At that, they both stopped their motions and turned their heads. As she had said, Akira was fully awake and sitting up, looking at the two.

"What... how long have you..."

"Oh, about the time that Miyako started masturbating. I noticed you looking at her, too, Shiki-san."

"Well, can you help me stop her, then?"

"No, I'd rather not. I'm enjoying seeing where this is going. Plus, I agree with Miyako-chan. You should let her have her fun, Shiki-san. After all, she came here just like I had just for you."

"But... it's..."

Shiki stopped talking, and silence fell over the dark room for a few seconds. However, this was quickly interrupted when Miyako resumed the motions of her hands.

"Ah!"

"Come on, Shiki-san, can't you see how eager she is?"

Akira, far from being helpful, had ended up being the complete opposite. This was the point at which Shiki decided to give up. He turned on the lamp besides the bed and held Miyako by the chin, tilting it upwards to look into his face.

"Miyako, do you really want this? Once we start, I don't think I'll be able to stop."

"Yes, I'm sure, onii-chan."

The soft look in her green eyes sent a tingle through Shiki's body, making his penis twitch and jump out of Miyako's hands. Immediately, as if a switch had been flicked, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed, letting his body follow hers. He was about to grab her pajama bottom when he noticed that Akira's hands were already on it, pulling it down Miyako's legs and off her completely, revealing her slender legs and hairless mound. Miyako squeezed her knees together as if embarrassed, but when Shiki pulled on her thighs, she opened them and showed him her virgin genitals, sticky from just before.

"Honii-chan, I love you."

Miyako, her eyes still quavering and her cheeks reddened, looked up at Shiki while taking hold of his penis with her small hands. Slowly, she guided it towards her nether lips, spreading them open and letting the tip of the head enter her vagina.

"Nnn!"

Miyako let out a labored moan, cringing her face. Shiki stopped and looked down at her with a concerned face.

"Miyako, are you alright?"

"Ye-yeah, it feels... it's incredible, onii-chan! Please, don't stop!"

Miyako tried to pull him in even more, and Shiki obliged, grabbing hold of her shoulders and pressing forward with his hips. This caused more sharp, high pitched moans to escape from her lips.

"Miyako, are you sure? It doesn't hurt?"

"Mmm!! No, it doesn't hurt at all...! Oh! It's so... good!!"

Shiki continued, with Miyako wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him down to her. He eventually reached the end, the point that would allow him to go no further, with a third of his penis still visible outside of Miyako's vagina. His head was beginning to spin, not just from the tightness that even Kohaku with all her skill only sometimes reached, but also from realizing that he was doing this with his cousin, the peppy young girl for whom he always cared but never had any sexual feelings.

"Miyako, I'm going to start moving now."

With Miyako's chin hooked on his shoulder, he could hear a 'uh-huh' and feel a nod. And so he did, pumping in and out of her cautiously. He could feel her slippery insides cling to him each time he pulled out, as if to try to keep him in, and he could feel them spread open just enough to accept him while still squeezing with unimaginable force each time he pushed in.

"Nnn... Miyako..."

"Honii-chan... faster, honii-chan!"

Shiki began to move a bit faster, although he was still just as cautious as ever, afraid of hitting her cervix and hurting her. He shortened his range of motion, allowing him to move even faster, and pretty soon his hips were barely moving, changing direction within millimeters of motion in one direction.

"Ohhh!!"

The tight warmth of Miyako's vagina had been incredible by itself, but the feeling of it sliding and slipping over the sensitive nerves of his penis was truly amazing. Shiki couldn't help but grunt, knowing that he was going to come soon. But a part of him still worried about Miyako.

"Mmm... Mm-Miyako, are you really okay?"

Shiki said while picking himself up a bit and looking down at her. Her eyes seemed as nervous as before, but they also had a sparkle of joy, and her face, though cringed, carried a truly happy smile.

"Y-yeah, I'm... I'm fine... oh! It just feels... too good... I... I'm going to come, honii-chan!!"

Not slowing down a bit, Shiki reached down and played with her clitoris, rubbing and flicking it around in circles.

"Mmm... me too, Miyako!"

Shiki felt his orgasm hit him and the first load of semen begin its way out of his body. Simultaneously, he could feel Miyako's vagina squeeze him so tightly that it began to push him back out. Her mouth was clamped shut, and he could see her teeth grinding against each other as the intensity of her own orgasm swept through her body.

"Nnnyaaaahhh...!! Honii-chan!!"

Miyako screamed through her clenched teeth, unable to help herself due to the immense pleasure that assaulted her. She squeezed Shiki's body close to hers, feeling his spurts of semen fill her up. The two stayed rigid for a few moments before finally collapsing on the bed. Shiki rolled over, pulling his now flaccid dick out of her in the process. As Shiki and Miyako both lied back and panted, letting their bodies and minds return to normal, they could feel Akira's lips and tongue on their nether regions, cleaning them of all the fluids that they had just expelled.

Finally, once Akira was satisfied, she went back to her place under the blanket, and after putting their own clothes back on, Shiki and Miyako joined her, back to where they had been before all this had started. Shiki reached over and turned off the lights again.

"So, Miyako, are you satisfied?"

"Yeah... thank you, onii-chan... and Akira-nee-chan... thank you..."

"Oh! It's no problem. Thank you, too, Miyako-chan."

"Huh? For what?"

"Well, that's the first time you actually spoke to me."

"..."

"Hey, wait, Akira-chan, could it be that you saw this coming as well?"

"..."

"Well, Akira-chan?"

"Huhuhu, why do you think I was so eager to come to your room and sleep in it after dinner tonight?"

In the darkness, Shiki could see Akira wink and turn away.

"Akira-chan... you..."

But no matter how much he goaded her, she lied still, pretending to sleep. Shiki decided to give up, and, holding Miyako who was already drowsily clinging to his arm, fell asleep.

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Well, a new character introduced here. It's Arima Miyako, Shiki's cousin with whom he lived for 8 years when he was living with the Arima family. A picture of her can be found in the following URL:
http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/3641/1182983058839cy3.jpg

Just like Akiha, Miyako is not actually related to Shiki, although she is related to the Tohno family in some very faraway relation. To be honest, I wasn't sure whether or not to write her in because she was so young, but I decided that since she was such an obscure character in the Tsukihime universe, I should definitely include her.

Here Shiki also finds out about Akira's special power, which played a major role when they first met back in Plus-Disc. I think I'll probably use it to some extent in the future.

At about 7500 words, this story is one of my longer ones. It hasn't been edited thoroughly, so any criticisms are appreciated. I'd love it if you'd leave a review.

Any comments, complements, hatemail can be sent to haruha.raharu(at)gmail.com