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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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Grinning, Natori stepped closer. The scant moonlight gleamed on his dark blond hair. "It was a test, of sorts. I wanted to know if you could...see. You're pretty strong spiritually, young Natsume." He leaned close, his copper gaze locked on mine, and reached out to clasp my shoulder. His breath brushed against my cheek. "I can see them too. We're the same, you and I."
I could only blink stupidly, his words repeating in my head. The same... The same... The same... He could see spirits too. I wasn't the only one. I wasn't alone.
Natori frowned and pulled his hand away to look at it. His fingers were smeared with something dark. "You're bleeding."
I lifted my arms and noted all the scratches, or rather the paper cuts. There were some rather long ones on my chest and stomach too. "Well, that paper was sharp." I fingered a long tear across the upper thigh of my pants and used my toe to nudge what was left of my top. "It cut right through my pajamas."
Natori turned to glare coldly at the hovering spirit, his free hand balling into a fist at his side. "I told you to be careful!"
The spirit pulled back and hissed, baring her teeth. "I was careful! He's still in one piece is he not?"
I looked from one to the other. Oh, crap...! The last thing I wanted to deal with was a pissed off spirit. I threw up my hands. "I'm fine! I'm fine, really! They're just scratches!"
Natori's voice dropped into a low angry rumble. A palpable wave of fury rolled off of him. "I'll deal with you later. Be gone."
The spirit hissed and backed further away then dissolved into smoke.
Natori's fingers closed around my wrist. "I have a first aid kit in the car, but I should probably take you back to my hotel room to clean up properly."
I shook my head and waved toward the trees behind me. "I'll be fine. I live on the other side of those trees..."
Natori smiled, but his hand on my wrist tightened. "It is my fault this happened to you. Please allow me take responsibility." He tugged lightly. "Also, spirits are attracted to blood. It's best if I at least stop the bleeding before you go back into those woods."
Both were sound arguments to the point that it would have been rude to refuse. Annoyed, I turned away and tisked, then nodded. "Fine."
Natori smiled, his eyes closing in open pleasure. "Good! The car is this way." He hauled me by the wrist around the bushes where a small gray Honda sedan had been backed off the road to sit between two trees. He opened the passenger door, pushed me to sit in the open door, and then opened the back door to collect a good-sized first aid kit from the floor.
Kneeling before me in the glow from the car's interior overhead light, he opened the first aid kit and pulled out a bottle of peroxide and a box of cotton balls. Setting a cotton ball over the bottle's open mouth, he up-ended it, soaking the cotton in peroxide then frowned at me. "Are you a track runner at school?"
My brows lifted. "No, why?"
"You're very muscular for a kid." He shook his head and smiled. "I thought you were delicate, but you're not at all." He dabbed peroxide on the long cut across my chest.
It stung like a bastard. I leaned back and hissed. He was right though. I looked skinny because my muscles looked like wires instead of proper muscles. Several kids in my class were bulkier than I was. However, I could hit harder than any of them.
A lie about doing a lot of yard work was ready on my tongue, when I realized that I didn't have to lie. He knew. "I do a lot of running." I took a breath to steady my nerves. It was strangely difficult to admit the truth. I looked away. "From spirits."
Natori nodded and dabbed at the cut on my shoulder. "I figured that, but I've never seen a fifteen-year old with this much muscle." He smiled. "You look like a seasoned athlete."
I snorted. "That's because I'm not fifteen, I'm seventeen."
He stilled, cotton ball upraised, then lifted his eyes to mine, his smile evaporating. "You're seventeen?" He frowned. "Aren't you in your first year of high school?"
I winced. One of my classmates among in his fan club must have said something to him. I shrugged very casually. "I'm two grades behind."
"I see." He gave me a small tight smile, rose up on know knee and wiped a cut on my upper arm. "Hard to concentrate on your studies with spirits at the windows, hm?"
I nodded but didn't look away. "Yeah." The truth was it was hard to concentrate when the people you were living with were whispering about getting rid of you loud enough for you to hear them. Studying seemed of little importance compared to wondering when you were going to be passed to someone else -- or if this was the family that would kick you out into the streets.
He rose to his feet and set one knee on the seat between my knees, then dabbed at a cut on my shoulder. "The spirits have given you quite a difficult time." The warm breath from his softly spoken words brushed my shoulder.
The hairs rose on the back of my neck and I shivered. He was so close I could feel the heat rolling off his body. I could smell the soap he used in his hair and something else, something...musky, but not unpleasant. It made my heart pound with a combination of unease and a strange sort of anticipation. "Not the spirits so much as the people who can't see them."
"I understand that very well indeed." Right next to my ear he whispered. "Ah, this cut is proving difficult." He wiped at a cut on my neck, but the touch wasn't soft and damp. It didn't feel like a cotton ball with peroxide at all. It was dry and smooth. It rasped against my skin and it didn't sting.
I frowned. It hadn't feel like cotton, it'd felt like...paper.
His other hand closed on my opposite shoulder and his voice dropped into an even softer whisper. "Let me see if I can get this one to close." Hot breath washed against my skin then a warm wet stroke by what could only be his tongue against my throat.
I gasped in shock and tried to jerk away, but I was trapped by the back of the seat on one side, his face on the other, and his body right in front of me. Other than lying straight back, there was no place to go. I turned to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing.
His mouth brushed mine, then his tongue swept across my lips.
Shock froze me in place. Was that a...kiss? I grabbed onto his coat to push him back and opened my mouth to yell.
His hand slid up to cup the back of my head and his tongue surged beyond my parted lips to explore the length and breadth of my tongue.
He was kissing me -- deliberately! It wasn't...unpleasant. In fact, it was kind of...stirring, but it wasn't something one did with a near-perfect stranger on the second meeting. In fact, it wasn't something I'd ever done at all, never mind with a guy. Hot embarrassment fought with the strangest feeling that I should let him...keep kissing me. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time, something inside me was burning with curiosity.
Before I even realized what I was doing, my tongue reached out to stroke his in return. He tasted of fresh water, a touch of some strange and interesting musk, and a hint of copper, of blood -- my blood.
He moaned into my mouth, a strangely thrilling vibration. His lips closed to capture my tongue and then he suckled.
A tingling wave of heat spilled straight down into my groin, which began to fill and tighten. A soft and somewhat...anxious sound left my throat. I was getting...excited. He was exciting me. I knew I should make him stop, but it was strangely difficult to want to stop.
He reached down to cup my groin, his palm sliding across my balls and the erection beginning to tent my loose pajama pants. His fingers, hot and firm, closed around my dick then slid up. His thumb rubbed against the flared edge.
A wave of raw urgency stiffened every muscle in my body and shocked me breathless. I'd never felt anything so powerful, so insistent, as this hideous need to push further into his hand, and keep pushing until I spilled myself. It was as though my mind had become secondary to what my body wanted, as though my body were a thing apart from the rest of me -- as though I were possessed.
Ice cold fear washed through my veins. I shoved hard with both fists in his coat, pushing him from me, separating our tongues, and lips, forcing his hand to withdraw from my dick. My face hot with embarrassment, I glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?"
Natori lifted his brow and licked his lips. "Kissing you." He smiled, but his eyes were narrowed and the center dilated wide. "Nice to know the attraction goes both ways."
Bastard...! I narrowed my gaze and my lips curled back from my teeth. "I'm leaving. Get out of my way."
Natori snorted and nodded downward, his gaze pointedly fixing on my crotch and the tent in my loose pants. "Wouldn't you rather stay and let me help you with that?"
My body stiffened with greedy urgency, my dick actually twitching in my pants. Yes, I wanted to stay. I wanted him to...touch me, but I didn't -- couldn't trust him. I didn't know what he really wanted from me, beyond the obvious. I had learned through cold hard experience that what seemed obvious was rarely reality. Shivering with frustration, I curled my lip in a show of anger and told him the truth. "I don't know you."
Natori smiled cheerfully. "I'm offering to fix that."
I snorted in derision. "You're offering to seduce me." My brow lifted. "But you haven't told me why."
"Seduce...?" He frowned slightly. "Now where'd you hear that old-fashioned word?"
I'd heard it from the spirit Hinoe who enjoyed tricking girls into...sleeping with her, but that was beside the point. The point was that Natori hadn't answered my not so subtle question about his intentions. In fact, he'd bypassed it entirely, reinforcing my suspicions that he was definitely after something other than...me. Was it the Book of Friends?
I pasted a smile on my lips, well aware that it did not reach my eyes. "Thank you for your kind offer, but I'm afraid I must decline." It was a very formal and extremely polite phrase Cat had taught me to use with dangerous spirits who made dubious offers.
Natori's eyes widened. "Good lord that sounded positively antique. Are you into classical literature?"
My smile evaporated and I barely bit back a growl of annoyance. Clearly, subtlety did not work on this man. "I'm into the truth! Either tell me what you're really after, or get the hell out of my way." My fists clenched at my sides. If I had to punch him in the head to get him to back off, I'd happily do it.
Natori dropped his chin with a sigh, then rose to feet and stepped back. "Fine, fine..."
I immediately slid out of the car to stand in the open doorway. I was shamefully aware that my dick was still tenting my pants, but I resisted the urge to cover my crotch. Of far more importance was that I was free to make a quick escape if I needed to. I folded my arms across my chest. "I'm waiting."
Natori's lips turned slightly downward and his copper gaze slipped away from mine. "Before I say anything else, I want you to know that my attraction to you is genuine. I just got a little...over excited." He pointed down at the bulge in his khaki pants.
I rolled my eyes. He'd avoided the subject again. I shot him a glare. "And...?"
Natori took in a breath then smiled. "And I want you to assist me with my side-job."
I frowned in confusion. "Assist you in...acting?"
Natori snorted and his lips curled up on one side. "No. I'm a part-time exorcist and I could use an assistant who can actually see the spirits I deal with."
Exorcist? I blinked up at him. "You don't look like a Buddhist monk, or a Shinto priest?"
Natori grinned and shrugged. "Because I'm not."
My brow lifted. Another subtle question he'd avoided. If he wasn't a Buddhist monk, or a Shinto priest, what was he? I shook my head slightly. "I don't know anything about...exorcism."
"I can teach you!" Natori took a step closer. "You have the power and you have the sight. I'd just have to teach you the rituals and invocations, plus a few other useful things." He held out his hands. "We're two of a very rare kind, natural allies. We should work together."
Two of a kind... I'm not alone... The urge to take his outstretched hands was so strong I placed my hands in his before I'd even realized I'd done so.
Natori's fingers closed fiercely around mine. "I want you." His smile tightened and he spoke with quiet intensity. "I want you for my assistant, and for my lover. We are the same, we belong together."
It was hard to breathe past the heat rolling off his hands and body, never mind hold a lucid thought in my head, but I was determined. "And nothing else?" I needed to know if he was after the Book of Friends. "You want nothing else from me?"
Natori's brow lifted and a smile lifted his lips. "Isn't that enough?"
That side-stepping bastard! I needed to hear him say it. I needed to hear him say that he wasn't after the Book of Friends!
Cat was constantly lecturing me on the importance of being specific in a spoken agreement with anyone with power -- spirit or human. "Leave nothing to chance! Politeness can too easily bind you into giving up more than you realize -- including your life!"
I dug my fingers into his hand, my nails biting into his skin, and bared my teeth in a snarl. "Answer the damned question!"
Natori winced. "Ow... No, I want nothing else from you."
"Good." I loosened my fingers on his hand. Relief made my knees wobble and I sagged a bit.
"Takashi?" Natori's arm looped around to catch me, and pulled me up against his sinfully warm body within his open coat. His warm palm spread on my bare back and he blinked. "Your skin is ice cold."
I snorted and grabbed the sleeves of his coat to keep from falling over. "Gee, you think...? You're in a coat. I'm out here in only my pajama bottoms, and who gave you permission to use my first name?"
Natori's hands left me to shrug out of his coat. A moment later, he whisked the warm body-heated wool around my shoulders and closed his arms around me. He smiled. "If we are going to be lovers, don't you think I'm entitled to using your given name?"
"Who said we--?"
Viper-fast, he ducked his head. His mouth took mine, his hot, wet tongue slipping past my parted lips to engage mine in a kiss that was far closer to an attack. His arm closed vice-tight around my waist and one hand slid up to the back of my head to grip my hair.
A wave of hungry heat washed through me to scatter every thought in my head. I grabbed onto his shirt and my body arched up against his belly to belly, want, need, and urgency rampaging through me. A moan emerged from my throat.
I couldn’t even imagine pushing him away.
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