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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
~ Four ~
On the far end of the dormitory corridor, Shito jerked his rickety door open. The small room was crammed with odd bits of furniture, statuary, manikins, road signs, and knick-knacks. Scowling fiercely, he strode past a couple of trunks and a wing chair covered in kewpie dolls moving to the far left corner to stand before an antique black-iron birdcage suspended on a curving wrought iron stand.
With a flick of his elegant fingers, he opened the tiny door. A small, but thoroughly modern padlock rattled against the bars. He shoved the tiny reaper into the cage where he dropped onto a small round, red silk pillow. Shito closed the door and fastened the lock. "Welcome to your new bedroom."
Squeaking madly, the reaper grabbed onto the cage's bars and jerked on them. The cage bounced on its stand and rattle insanely, but it remained firmly attached - and closed.
Chika frowned over Shito's shoulder at the bouncing birdcage. "Shito, what are you doing?"
Shito's chin lifted and he turned to walk past Chika. "Making sure that Kita has an undisturbed night's sleep."
Chika shoved his hands into the pockets of his faded cargo pants and shrugged. "Okay, but what about you? It's making a racket."
Shito reached down to lift a black velvet cloth. "Not for long." He draped the cloth over the cage.
The cage stopped bouncing and the squeaking stopped cold.
Chika stared wide-eyed. "Whoa..."
"It's just asleep." Shito swept his hands against each other. "Gift from Toho."
Chika shook his head. "Toho...? You mean that bastard Chinese sorcerer - the dead one?"
Shito nodded. "Make no mistake, I am quite glad the bastard is dead, but he definitely knew his sorcery." He looked over at Chika then nodded toward the birdcage. "I had him make a cage specifically to hold that." He stalked over to his bed which was piled high with blankets and pillows of every size and description. He shoved a few dozen pillows aside and sat down.
Chika frowned and followed after Shito. He shoved a pile of books off a wooden chair next to the bed. The books thunked onto the floor. He dropped onto the chair with the grace of a rag-doll. "Why'd you go and do that?"
Shito glared at the fallen books then turned his glare on Chika. "Remember when that thing assumed full-size in the other dimension?"
Chika shrugged. "Yeah?"
"I asked Toho how it could do so while in that condition." He shoved a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the cage behind him.
Chika shook his head frowning. "I thought that was because Shiba-bastard had its core and it was close to it?"
Shito nodded. "So did I. However, Toho disagreed. According to Toho, it has some kind of connection to Kita's soul - enough of one to use her soul for its core if it wants to."
Chika's golden eyes widened. "What...?"
Shito folded his arms before him and narrowed his burgundy eyes. "In other words, it can take that form any time it's near Kita." He waved a hand. "For a short time anyway. Toho said the connection isn't all that strong."
Chika frowned. "Then why hasn't it?" He shook his head. "I mean, it hasn't done it once since then...?"
Shito looked away and scowled. "That we know of." He looked up at Chika from under his long black bangs. "I really don't like that they've been bathing together and sleeping in the same bed all this time."
Shito scraped a hand through his unruly silver hair. "Well, it clearly hasn't done anything yet."
Shito's scowl deepened. "I think it's waiting for something, but what?"
Chika shrugged. "Maybe it's waiting for a better connection?"
Shito stiffened and his burgundy eyes went wide. "What did you say...?"
Chika waved a hand absently. "Well, last time, it was only able to hold its full size for about five minutes. Maybe it's waiting for a better connection so it can go longer?"
Shito scowled. "Now I really don't like the idea of them sleeping together."
Chika suddenly shivered. "Ew! Would you quit sayin' that? That's gross, man."
Shito's eyes narrowed. "I say we keep that connection from happening." He suddenly smiled. "Or better yet, divert her connection to somewhere else, or rather someone else."
Chika blinked. "Eh...?"
Shito leaned back on his hands and crossed one knee over the other. One slender black brow rose. "How old is Kita?"
Chika frowned. "Um, seventeen, almost eighteen, I think?" He looked to the side and his frown deepened. "I think she stayed back a grade the year that zombie-teacher-bitch cut her in half."
Shito suddenly smiled. "That's old enough to lose one's virginity, wouldn't you say?"
Chika blinked. "Yeah." His golden eyes widened then suddenly narrowed and a smile curled his lips. "Yeah...!"
Shito suddenly stood up. "I'll do it."
"You?" Chika scowled and stood up too. "Why, you?"
Shito lifted a brow. "How many women have you slept with?"
Chika stiffened. "Uh..."
Shito's eyes narrowed and his smile tightened. "I only look seventeen, remember? Before I came to Japan, I lived in a palace for over a hundred and fifty years; a palace with concubines."
"Concubines...?" Chika swallowed hard.
Shito smile turned blatantly smug. "I know more about deflowering virgins than you will ever know."
Chika sneered. "With the way you act around girls, I didn't think you even liked them."
Shito turned his back to Chika and slid out of his school jacket. "Most of the girls around here are idiots. I can not abide idiots." He began to unbutton his white dress-shirt. "Though truthfully, I don't have a gender preference."
Chika flinched back. "Eh...?"
Shito pulled off his shirt then turned to face Chika bare-chested with a sly smile and narrowed burgundy eyes. "Not all of my concubines were female."
Chika skittered back to the door and pressed his butt against it. "You're freakin' me out, man."
Shito rolled his eyes. "I will never understand this century's terror of anal sex."
Chika's face went white. "You mean you like takin' it up the ass?"
Shito shrugged. "Giving or receiving... Sex is sex." He sat on his bed and began to pull off his shoes and socks.
Chika tilted his head to the side and frowned. "But doesn't that...hurt?"
Shito's brows lifted. "Not if it's done right." He sat up. "In fact, anal sex delivers a more intense orgasm than regular sex."
Chika's white brows lifted. "It does?"
Shito smiled, leaned back on his bed, the muscles of his belly rippling, then spread his legs revealing that the top button of his pants was undone and the zipper of his fly lowered. "I could show you, if you like?"
Chika's eyes widened. He scrambled for the doorknob behind him. "I'm gonna go now." He grinned hugely and jerked the door open. "See ya, bye!" He dashed out into the hall and slammed the door closed behind him.
Shito's smile broadened to show his fangs. "Pleasant dreams, cherry-boy." He snorted then turned and swung his legs up on the bed. With a soft sigh, he laid back against the pillows folding his arms behind his head. "Now then, what would be the fastest way to seduce and deflower the other virgin...?"
~ ZL ~
Michiru could not get to sleep. She tossed and turned feeling distinctly uncomfortable; especially in...the lower region. That area was all hot and...sticky. It was also vaguely itchy. Almost as bothersome were her breasts. Despite being on the small side, they felt heavy and her nipples were downright swollen.
She flipped over onto her tummy, but that didn't help. She slipped one hand into the neck of her nightgown to rub at her tight nipples. That didn't help either; in fact, it made the place between her legs throb. There was no way in hell she could sleep like that.
There was no help for it. She'd have to do that. Deep under her covers she tugged up the hem of her nightgown and slid her hand into her panties. Her fingers made contact with the damp folds of her body's core, then with the aching button at the apex. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She rubbed gently, stirring warm tingles of delight. Oh yes, this will help, definitely. She spread her thighs wide and went to work.
This form of comfort and pleasure was something she had discovered long before she left her aunt's house. She had no idea if there was a name for it, she'd never had the courage to ask anyone or even look it up. It was a private thing, a secret thing, and possibly a shameful thing. That didn't change the fact that after the pleasure peaked she would sleep soundly.
It was also something she had not indulged in even once since Kurou had started sharing her...pillow.
As though conjured by magic, a vision of him in all his long-limbed, winged glory appeared in her imagination, and with it, his face without his bandages to obscure the view.
He was so...beautiful, and his kiss...!
Her body gave a hard hungry clench that startled a gasp out of her. Suddenly her mind filled with what Kurou looked like, and smelled like, and felt like against her body... Her fingers danced of their own volition, moving with purpose among the tender folds of her most private place. Threads of excitement coiled and tightened deep in her belly. She thumbed and flicked the tiny button at the top. Her breath stuttered and she was forced to bury her face in her pillow to stifle the involuntary whimpers, but she didn't stop.
Pleasure peaked and fell away leaving her blissful and sleepy; and sticky, but she just couldn't find the will to care. With a deep sigh and a small smile, she dropped into sleep.
~ ZL ~
A sharp knocking on her door startled Michiru from sleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes against the sunlight spearing through the part in her curtains. "Yes?"
Shito's cultured voice carried through her door. "Kita, it's almost time to leave for school. Are you ready yet?"
Michiru stiffened. "What?" She turned sharply to look at her alarm clock. He was right. She only had twenty minutes to get to school.
"Ah!" She threw off the blankets and lunged out of bed to rush over to the three clean uniforms hanging from the wall by the fireplace. The fire had long since gone out and it was chilly in her room. The room didn't have a closet so she had to make do with a pole suspended across brackets. She pulled off her nightgown and dropped it on the chair beneath the pole. "My alarm clock didn't go off!"
Shito pushed the door open and poked his dark head in. "What?"
Michiru squealed in alarm and yanked a uniform down to press it against her nude body. "Shito!"
Shito blinked his burgundy eyes at her. He didn't look away. "What? You better hurry if you want to eat before we leave."
Michiru grabbed the slipper under the chair and threw it at him. "Get out!"
Shito tilted to the side, easily avoiding the tossed slipper. "Your aim is atrocious." A slight smile curved his lips. "I'll be waiting." He pulled back and closed the door.
Her face hot from embarrassment, Michiru rushed to her door to lock it. Where Shito was, Chika was sure to follow. With a moan of annoyance, she dragged open her dresser drawer for clean underwear. "This is not going to be a good day."
A sharp knock on her door sounded. "Gopher! You up yet?" It was Chika. Her door handle rattled. "Hey, Gopher!"
In the middle of fastening her bra she turned to the door in fright. "I'm up! I'm up! I'm getting dressed! I see you down at breakfast!"
The door handle stopped rattling. "Fine, fine, but you better hurry or the food'll be gone."
Michiru pulled on the maroon, long sleeved, turtle-neck dress then yanked on her maroon thigh high socks with speed born of desperation. Chika's threat was not an idle one. He had a tendency to eat anything that wasn't already in someone's hands. She grabbed the mauve sailor jacket to her uniform, her hooded, black wool winter coat, and her red leather, school briefcase bag, unlocked her door, then tore out of her room and down the hall at a run.
~ ZL ~
Michiru rushed into the dining room and tossed her coat and school bag on a chair just in time to snatch the last piece of buttered toast on the trestle table right out from under Chika's fingers.
Lounging in one of the battered wooden chairs with his white shirt tails loose from his brown school pants, silver-haired Chika pouted at her, but didn't complain.
Smiling brightly, Koyomi shoved a bowl of rice and a pair of chop sticks into Michiru's hands. "Here, I saved this for you."
Michiru took it gratefully and started shoveling food into her mouth. A soft sniffing noise sounded by her right ear. Startled, she ducked away.
Shito stood on her immediate right, bent over slightly. His burgundy eyes locked on hers and one slender black brow lifted. "Hn... So that's what were you doing last night." He flashed a slight smile. "Not so innocent after all."
"What?" Last night? Michiru's face heated and her breath caught. He couldn't know about...that. He couldn't...!
Shito straightened and tucked his hands into the pockets of his brown uniform pants. Unlike Chika, his white dress shirt was neatly tucked in and he also wore the maroon school blazer. He abruptly turned and strode for the door. "Let's go."
Chika stood up, his chair scraping on the wooden floor. "Oi! What the hell was that?" He rushed out into the hall, his loud voice carrying back into the room. "Were you just sniffing her?"
Stiffly, Michiru set the empty bowl down on the table. Shito had sniffed her. She'd heard it clearly. More than a little frightened, she turned to look over at the empty doorway. It was a well known fact that zombies had a vastly superior sense of smell, but... Could he actually smell something she'd done over eight hours ago?
No time to worry about that now! She threw on her black coat, grabbed her red leather book bag by the handle, and raced for the doors.
~ ZL ~
That particular morning, Michiru chose to take an alternate route to school. She had to run the whole way, but she made it in plenty of time to enter by way of one of the side doors rather than the front. She snuck her way to the shoe lockers at the front of the old school then raced to her student locker to shove her coat in and collect her class books with just a few minutes to spare. She strode toward her homeroom class pleased with herself at successfully avoiding both Chika and Shito.
Both boys were standing right by the door.
Chika scowled at her, his white brows low over his golden eyes, which was normal.
Shito lifted a black brow and gave her a slight smile, which was not.
Michiru ducked her head and bolted past them into her classroom. A hard shiver shook her. She had no idea what was going on, but she just knew that her day had just gotten worse.

~ ZL ~
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