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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
~ Three ~
Standing with her back against her room's closed door, Michiru clutched her robe to her throat and gasped for breath. She'd known that Koyomi and Aso were...dating, but she hadn't quite realized they'd gone that far.
She winced. Idiot...! Of course they've gone that far. The Yomi half of Koyomi's personality was openly lecherous, at least around Michiru, and Aso was a known womanizer. She'd had more than one run-in with his openly adoring and half-naked harem.
Michiru sighed heavily then turned to her right to set her bath things on her battered dresser next to her aged brass bed. It was beginning to look like she was the only virgin in the dorm. In fact, according to the gossip her classmates shared, she was very likely the only virgin in the whole senior class.
She was seriously beginning to feel rather...left out.
Michiru scowled and jerked opened the middle drawer of her dresser to yank out a pink flannel nightgown. Stupid virginity! She flung the night gown on the neatly made bed and slammed the drawer closed. It wasn't that she was saving herself for marriage or anything. She doubted she'd live that long. She just wanted to give her virginity to someone she liked - that liked her back.
However, the way things were going, she sincerely doubted she'd live long enough to go on a proper date, never mind get the chance to lose her virginity. Damn it!
Michiru stomped across the room to pull the heavy curtains closed. It was too damned cold at night to leave them open. The cracked windows did little to keep heat in the room. She then moved to the fireplace opposite her bed and knelt to light the paper covered fire log in her fireplace, then added a few actual wood logs. The aged fireplace was the room's only source of heat and the paper coated fire log only lasted a few hours.
Once the log was well and truly lit, she slipped out of her bathrobe and pulled her night gown over her head, tugging it down over her nudity. Stupid zombies! Why were they all in her town anyway? If it hadn't been for them, she'd have been able to live a normal life and gotten herself a normal boyfriend.
Michiru flopped back on her bed to stare at the cracked, water-stained ceiling. So what should I do? She didn't want to die a virgin! That would be completely pathetic.
Truthfully, Aso had been her first choice to...do the deed. He was nice to her and obviously very experienced. He would very likely make sure her first time was enjoyable. However, Koyomi was so obviously smitten with Aso that guilt had pretty much ruined her one and only date with the food-obsessed, eye-patch-wearing, axe-wielding, zombie biker.
Well, that and the whole dorm building suddenly being thrown into another dimension.
Silver-haired Chika was right out. He'd brag about being her first to everyone - within seconds. He'd also hold it over her head for the rest of her life.
The Chinese prince, Shito, was a possible option. He was gorgeous and definitely knew how to keep his mouth shut. He was even nice to her, sometimes, in a hot-cold, bi-polar sort of way. However, she wasn't exactly sure that Shito even liked girls. He never spoke to any of girls at school and stayed awfully close to Chika. But then, Chika was in possession of his right hand, and vice-versa. On second thought, he didn't seem to like Chika either.
Sawatari Otsu, the zombie police officer was way too tall and far too scary.
The Buddhist undertaker guy was way too old and already had a child.
Yuuta, the little secretary and healer was way too young – at least he looked that way.
Bekko, the resident ferryman and manager of Z-Loan was way too weird.
Michiru blinked. Oh wait, I forgot one; Lyca the werewolf! Despite being possessed by the spirits of an entire pack of extinct wolves since his early childhood, he had become quite civilized. He was also rather cute and he seemed to like her. However, it was obvious that he was very attached to the Lolita-esque Miss Shimotsuki, the Z-Loan chairman. On the other hand, at the graceful age of eleven, Miss Shimotsuki wasn't anywhere near old enough for...that, so maybe Lyca would be willing to...?
A sharp and rapid tapping sounded on her door.
Michiru sat up and blinked at her door. "Who is it?"
"Me." The voice was deep and very familiar. It was Mr. Zarame, Mr. Sugar Candy; Kurou.
Michiru's brain abruptly exploded with a full Technicolor memory of what the tiny reaper's face really looked like under all those bandages. If his face was anything to go by, then the rest of him was probably...? Her mouth went dry and something deep in her gut gave a hungry clench. Now that was a man to lose one's virginity to...!
Too bad he was currently stuck in the form of a doll.
Feeling surprisingly disappointed, Michiru rose from her bed to open the door.
The tiny reaper whooshed past her to land on her pillow. His one visible violet eye narrowed. "Is something wrong?"
Michiru bit down on her bottom lip. You mean other than the fact that it looks like I'm going to die a virgin? She shook her head then looked away. "It's nothing, really."
"Did what I tell you, bother you that much?"
"Hm...?" It honestly took her a full breath to remember what Kurou had told her in the bathroom; that she was destined to become a reaper once she died. The shock of that had been washed almost completely away by the sight of his face. Mr. Sugar Candy indeed!
Michiru shook her head sharply. Get back on track! "Will I really-? She looked over at the tiny reaper perched on her pillow. "-Really become a soul-reaper when I die?"
The doll-like figure rolled his one visible eye. "Fledgling, you're already more reaper than human now."
Michiru jerked her gaze away. "I uh...see." Okay, that was rather depressing. She padded over to her fireplace then picked up the brush sitting on the mantelpiece. Gazing at her refection in the large cracked mirror that hung over the mantle, she dragged the brush through the tattered remains of her lavender-tinted hair. "Is it...hard; being a...reaper?"
Kurou shrugged. "It's not so bad. It's a job similar to the one you have now, although you will be taking a far more active role."
Michiru winced. "Killing people."
The reaper's eye narrowed. "We do not kill the living. We release the souls of the dead who refuse to pass on."
Michiru set down her brush and turned to look at him. "I thought reapers were supposed to take the souls of the living too?"
Kurou shrugged. "We can; in fact we used to." He growled low in his chest. "Unfortunately, there just aren't enough of us. We reapers can barely keep up with sheer number of those who refuse to stay dead, never mind bothering with the nearly innumerable living population."
Michiru tilted her head. Not enough of us? "How come there aren't more reapers?"
Kurou shrugged. "You'd think that as the population increased there would be more of us, but..." He frowned slightly. "Now that I think on it, you are the only unborn reaper I've come across in the past two centuries." He abruptly waved a tiny insubstantial hand. "Never mind all that. When you do become a reaper, your job will be dealing with those that refuse to stay dead, not the living."
"Oh..." Well, that didn't sound so bad. She stepped over to her bed and tugged the covers back. "And once I...die, will I be...staying with you too?"
He snorted. "Of course. We're to be..." He looked away. "Partners."
"Oh..." She'd only seen the place where he stayed once. It was dark, dirty, and creepy. Michiru climbed onto the bed and pulled the old comforter up over her legs. "But, um, I don't know if I'd like living in an abandoned train station."
The reaper scowled. "I don't live in that rat-trap of a train station! That's merely a door into this world, one of many in fact."
She frowned. "A...door?"
Kurou shrugged very casually. "I live in the ethereal realm in a proper house on an island."
A house...? Wait, an island...? She blinked. "You live by the ocean?"
He waved a hypothetical hand. "The island floats in the ether. The sea that surrounds it is made of clouds."
"Oh..." That actually sounded...pretty. She tugged up the comforter and leaned back among her pillows. "A house in the clouds..."
The reaper floated up from her pillow. "Which reminds me, I expected the Akatsuki brat to forget, but I didn't think you would."
"Forget?" Michiru looked up at the floating reaper and frowned. "Forget...what?"
He plopped down on her belly. "This."
There was a very distinctive hard tug around her heart. It didn't hurt, but it was startling - and familiar.
A whirlwind of darkness wrapped around the little reaper then it exploded outward in a cascade of raw black power that dissolved into a fall of pitch black feathers. The doll was gone, replaced by the long, lanky, leather and bandage bound reaper. He sat straddling her hips with one knee up along her side and one booted foot on the floor. Enormous black wings unfolded to drape over either side of the bed.
Michiru's eyes stretched as wide as they could go. She sucked in a deep breath to scream at the top of her lungs. However, when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a single breathless word. "Big."
He leaned over her, setting his left forearm over her head. It sank into her pillow. The bandages disappeared from his face. He spoke in a low whisper that resonated low in her belly. "In your presence I can assume my true form." He winced slightly. "For a short while anyway."
The distracting scent of leather and night wind filled her nose. Michiru licked at her dry lips. "How long?"
He sighed. "Only a few minutes." His brow lifted and a smile curved his lips. "There is, however, a way to prolong it."
Michiru blinked. "There is?"
"Yes." His head lowered even further. "Like this." His lips pressed lightly against hers.
Startled, Michiru's lips parted on a squeak.
Kurou's mouth opened fully on hers to swallow the small sound then his tongue darted in to stroke against hers.
In sheer reflex, Michiru grabbed onto Kurou's feathered shoulders. She fully intended to shove him off, but was completely distracted by the brief flavor of him on her tongue. He tasted of fresh rainwater and something else - something dark and almost electrical. Curiosity drove her to stoke his tongue for a better sample. However, beneath the taste of rain and night was a warmer, richer, muskier flavor. It was interesting, and exciting. It was also vaguely familiar though she couldn't place it.
Kurou groaned in her mouth and captured her tongue with his lips to suckle on it.
Tingles danced all the way down Michiru's spine. Deep in her belly, something tightened deliciously and squeezed a soft moan from her. Her fingers clenched in the feathers that made up the collar of his cape. Completely without thought, her heels dug into the mattress and her hips rocked upward to press intimately against him. The blanket between her body and his was suddenly...annoying.
Kurou rocked his hips in reply and a hot, hard ridge slid against her crotch. His mouth slid from her lips to open against her throat. His teeth grazed the long tendon on the side, delivering even more tingles.
Under an amazing wave of raw yet delicious shivers, Michiru whimpered, not with fear - with want. Something inside and down very low in her belly felt...empty, and hungry. She vaguely wondered if what she was feeling was lust?
Bang! Bang! Bang! Heavy thumps assaulted her bedroom door.
Michiru stiffened, her eyes flying open. She didn't even remember closing them.
Kurou popped into a billow of fast evaporating black smoke and feathers. The little reaper doll reappeared, his long, muscular body gone as though it had never been there. He fell about a foot and landed on her belly with a snarl. "Damned interruptions!"
The bedroom door crashed open and smashed into the wall. Crammed tight together, Chika and Shito tripped into her room with their weapons; Shito's ectoplasmic gun and Chika's equally ectoplasmic sword, raised, the chains attaching the weapons to the handcuff around their wrists swinging wildly.
Chika's golden gaze darted around the room, his sword pointed at her window, then at the fireplace. "Are you okay? We heard moaning."
They heard her moaning? Michiru slowly dragged the blanket up over her nose to cover her burning cheeks. "I'm f-fine."
Holding his gun with both hands, Shito's black eyes narrowed on the tiny glaring reaper. "Kita, is there something you need to tell us?"
"Um..." Michiru eyed the tiny reaper. Should she tell them? What would happen if she did?
All hell would break loose, no doubt - beginning and ending with Kurou being taken away from her and kept from her, most likely by Bekko.
Michiru couldn't let that happen. She pulled down the blanket to grin hugely at the boys in her doorway. "Nope! Not at all!"
Lowering his sword, Chika shook his head, tossing his mop of silver hair. "Then what the hell were you moaning about?"
Michiru tugged the blankets back up to her chin, took a deep breath, and lied. "Mr. Kurou was telling me a s-scary story." She looked away. She hated lying, but... Her gaze drifted to the tiny reaper. But she couldn't risk losing him.
Chika's eyebrow twitched. "A scary story made you moan?"
Shito's frown deepened. "Mr. Kurou?" He raised his spirit gun to his shoulder, pointing it up at the ceiling.
Michiru decided to skip Chika's question entirely. "Mr. Kurou is closer to his real name than 'Mr. Sugar Candy'."
Chika's brows rose. "What's his real name?"
"He didn't say." Michiru shrugged and looked over at the tiny reaper. "He just said that Kurou was closer."
The reaper in question nodded and crossed his arms.
Both boys wilted where they stood then rolled their eyes in opposite directions. Their ectoplasmic weapons evaporated. Without bothering to look, they each gripped their wrists and detached their right hands from their arms. They then traded hands and reattached the other's hand to their arms.
Michiru had seen it a million times - and it still gave her the willies. She knew it didn't hurt either of them, but it was a very potent reminder that they were both technically dead. They were zombies. She shivered slightly. "Are we done?" Her voice came out a bit tighter than she liked. She took a deeper breath. "Can I go to sleep now?"
Chika scowled, his pale lips curling, and gave her a one shoulder shrug. "Yeah, fine, sure." He turned to the door.
Shito however, narrowed his dark eyes on the tiny reaper. Swift as an adder, he reached out and grabbed the tiny-doll-sized man.
The reaper yelped in surprise then loosed a long line of vicious epithets while kicking his tiny insubstantial feet. "-Let me go you dead-rot, puss-stinking brat!"
Michiru jerked upright in bed. "Shito! What are you doing?"
Shito eyed the reaper in his hand and pasted on a smile that was just as chilling as his gaze. "Mr. Sugar Candy is sleeping with me tonight." He backed toward the door, his smile broadening to show the slightly over-long canines that all zombie's possessed. It wasn't comforting in the least. "You can see him in the morning."
"Shito...!" Michiru tugged the blankets back and set one foot on the floorboards. "Let him go!" Unfortunately, her flannel nightgown caught and tangled with the wool of the blanket. She jerked at the binding blanket.
"I'm not going to hurt him." Shito pointed a long finger at her. "No more scary stories before bed! You have school in the morning." He stepped out and closed her door firmly behind him.
Mouth open in shock, Michiru stared at the closed door. What the...? Had Shito gone mad?
~ ZL ~
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