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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Death and the Maiden
A Zombie-Loan Fan-fiction By Ookami Kasumi
~ Five ~
For once in her life, Michiru felt blessed that she did not share any of the same classes as Shito and Chika. She had no idea what the guys were up to this time, but she knew in her gut that it did not bode well for her.
First period, second period, third period... Michiru kept her head down and her nose in her book. She absolutely, positively did not look at the door. She did not want to see if the guys were still there. She wouldn't put it past them. Unfortunately, in fourth period, her bladder decided to turn traitor on her.
She tried squeezing her legs together, but it didn't help. After a good ten minutes of wiggling, she finally raised her hand.
Without halting in his lecture, the teacher pointed to the wooden square carved with the phrase: BATHROOM PASS sitting on the chalk ledge of the blackboard.
Michiru's eyes widened and she whispered. "How did he know?"
Yumi, who sat behind her chuckled and whispered. "You've only been wiggling in your seat for the past ten minutes. The whole class knows you need to go."
The whole class? Michiru looked around.
Just about everyone was staring at her with a grin. Some of them were openly snickering.
Michiru's face heated in acute embarrassment. With a squeak, she lunged out of her chair to bolt to the front of the room. She snatched the wooden pass from the chalkboard and dashed out of the room, not quite slamming the sliding door closed behind her.
~ ZL ~
With a sigh of relief, Michiru left the girl's room at a much more sedate pace than when she'd gone in – only to walk face-first into someone's broad and very solid chest. With a small squeak of pain, Michiru bounced back a step. Rubbing her nose she looked up.
Shito stared down at her. His face had no expression what so ever, but that was normal for Shito, however his burgundy eyes seemed unusually focused.
She jerked back another step and clutched the wooden pass before her like a shield. "Sh-Sh-Shito...?"
"Miss Kita, I need to talk to you."
Alarm lifted the hairs on the back of Michiru's neck.
Shito scowled then snatched the wooden 'pass' from her hands and tossed it over his shoulder without looking. It landed on the floor tiles with a loud clatter.
Michiru lunged after it. "Hey...!"
Shito grabbed her wrist in passing, jerking her to a halt. "You won't be needing that." He started walking; or rather dragging her behind him.
"Um, Shito? Shito! Shito...!" Michiru dug in her heels and tugged at Shito's fingers around her wrist, not that it did a damned bit of good. Zombies were insanely strong. "Shito where are you taking me?"
His steps didn't falter in the slightest. Nor did he turn to look back at her. "Keep your voice down or you'll alert the hall monitors."
Pure habit closed Michiru's mouth. Unfortunately, her silence also allowed Shito to drag her into the stairwell without anyone seeing them. She fully expected Shito to tow her up the stairs to the roof, where he normally delivered his lectures, but that wasn't where he went. Instead, he dragged her up only half a flight, then down a hallway straight to the student lockers.
Shito stopped before her locker. "Get your coat."
Michiru blinked at him. Shito wasn't wearing a coat other than his school blazer, but then, neither he nor Chika wore coats unless it went below freezing. However, Shito was wearing his polished dress shoes, not the slippers one normally wore in school. She looked back up at him. "We're going outside?"
Shito leveled a narrow-eyed glare at her. "Hurry up. We need to get to the shoe lockers before a teacher spots us."
Michiru slid into her coat and had barely closed her locker before being dragged to the shoe lockers at the front of the school. There, she changed from her indoor shoes to her outdoor sneakers. One did not chase after zombies in dress shoes - unless of course, you were a Chinese prince.
Shito then towed her out a side door.
She tripped along after him under the cloistered walkway that led to the freshman wing of the school. She frowned up at him. What did he want in the freshmen wing?
Shito abruptly turned to the right and stepped off the walkway into a disused and unkempt courtyard. Several minutes later, they were beyond the iron fence of the graveyard that separated the school from the old chapel that they used as a dormitory. Under an old and gnarled apple tree completely barren of leaves, he stopped cold.
Michiru bumped her nose into his back. "Ouch!"
Shito turned to face her without a trace of expression on his face. "Miss Kita."
Rubbing her bruised nose, she looked up at the far taller boy. "Yes?"
Shito frowned slightly. "Are you hurt?"
Michiru smiled just a little. "Your back is very...solid."
Shito blinked then blew out a breath. "My apologies." He shook his head and smiled just a little. "I tend to forget that you're...delicate."
Michiru rolled her eyes and chuckled nervously. "I'm not that delicate."
Shito's smile warmed. "So you've proven, time and again."
Michiru nodded and smiled, basking in the rare compliment. Apparently, Shito wasn't going to lecture her this time.
"Miss Kita."
"Yes?"
"Have you been kissed?"
"Eh?" Kissed...? Her face heated with blazing speed. Suddenly a vision of Kurou's true face flashed through her memory quickly followed by the memory of his kiss. That kiss was nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, she considered it one of her most precious memories – and something she hoped to experience again. Her face cooled just a little, but she couldn't quite manage to meet Shito's very direct burgundy gaze. "Y-yes?"
Shito's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Lightning fast, his eyes narrowed to slits and his teeth clenched. "Who?"
Michiru blinked up at him. Who...? She turned away from his heated glare. She absolutely couldn't tell him that it was Kurou. He was already suspicious of the tiny shinigami reaper. She gathered her breath to speak firmly and clearly, but all that came out was a tremulous whisper. "Th-that's none of your business."
Shito's hands clamped down on her shoulders and he leaned down to glare into her eyes. "Tell me it wasn't Sotetsu!"
What the...? Michiru stared up at Shito wide-eyed, then shook her head sharply. "It wasn't Aso."
Shito's lip curled upward, revealing an overlong incisor and low growl erupted in his chest. "It better not have been that brat, Akatsuki."
Michiru shook her head faster. "It wasn't! It wasn't Chika!"
"Then who? Who took your first kiss?"
"My first...?" Michiru blinked and her memory gave her a hard kick. "Oh, that was Yomi, my first night in the dorm after the welcoming party."
For some reason beyond Michiru's understanding, Koyomi got drunk on Fanta soda-pop. That night, Koyomi had literally passed out from drinking Fanta on Michiru's bed. Yomi, the male spirit that inhabited Koyomi's body had abruptly awakened within the sleeping Koyomi and promptly pinned Michiru to the bed. Michiru not only had her first kiss stolen that night, she very nearly lost her virginity to Yomi's wandering fingers too.
"Yomi?" Shito jerked upright, but didn't release Michiru's shoulders. "Oh." He rolled his eyes and snorted. "Meaningless."
Michiru looked away and said nothing. She wasn't about to argue. Especially since she'd somehow succeeded in avoiding the issue of her other kiss, the one with Kurou which had plenty of meaning.
Shito abruptly captured her chin in his fingers. "Then I think perhaps-" He leaned close and his voice lowered to almost a purr. "-It is time you had your first real kiss. Don't you?"
Kiss...? Michiru's eyes widened. "Eh...?" Pure instinct made her jerk back a step.
Quick as an adder, Shito's hands rose to cup her face under the jaw, lifting her chin. Between one breath and the next, Shito's mouth came down on Michiru's parted lips. His lips were cool, but not cold. His breath ghosting into her mouth was even somewhat warm. His tongue swept fleetingly against hers.
Michiru blinked. He doesn't taste dead. In fact, he tasted like clean water with a hint of jasmine tea. There was however, a shadowy under-taste; something fleeting, yet almost electrical and...interesting. She closed her eyes to concentrate on exploring this flavor and reached out to clutch the lapels of Shito's blazer to hold him close. That she was rubbing her tongue against Shito's rather enthusiastically was completely incidental.
Shito froze, but didn't pull away, then he relaxed against her lips and moaned just a little.
Michiru could taste...whatever it was a little better, but not enough. She closed her lips around Shito's tongue and suckled. The electrical darkness slid into her mouth with the tingling sensation of bubbly soda pop. It wasn't sweet like soda, but it had a bite to it like strong ginger ale. It was delicious. She wanted more. Her eyes snapped open. She wanted it all.
Shito's sleepy burgundy gaze abruptly widened dramatically. He jerked back hard, breaking the kiss. "Kita, your eyes..."
Michiru's finger dug into the lapels of his blazer, unwilling to let him go. A low liquid growl rumbled in her chest. "Give it to me."
"What?" Shito leaned back, and grabbed onto Michiru's wrists. What the...? Kita...?"
"Give it!" Michiru pulled hard, trying to get him back down to where she could taste it again, but didn't quite have the strength. She needed to get higher. Abruptly, something within her expanded and wafted around her. It lifted her up off the ground to meet him at eye level. She jerked at his lapels. "Give it to me!"
Shito gasped and twisted, but couldn't break her hold on him. Eyes wide with alarm he shouted. "Kita, stop...!"
Michiru blinked, snapping out of her daze. "Shito?" A cloud of black feathers abruptly burst around her. Startled, she released his lapels – and fell to the ground, landing hard on her butt. She winced in pain. "Ouch!"
His body positioned as though to run, Shito stared at her wide-eyed with his lip curled baring a long incisor. "What the hell was that?"
Michiru blinked at him, thoroughly confused. "What was what?"
Shito took a step back from her. "Your eyes and you were floating!"
Michiru frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Shito's fists clenched at his sides. "I'm talking about the fact that you had fucking wings – like a reaper!"
Michiru's eyes widened. "I did?" She looked to the side and rubbed her nose absently. "But that's not supposed to happen yet. I don't think...?"
Shito stiffened. "What?" He scowled at her. "What's not supposed to happen yet?"
Michiru stiffened then put on a wide smile and waved her hands in denial. "Nothing! It's nothing!"
Shito loomed over her in open anger. "That was not nothing! I know what I saw. Tell me." He pointed a long slender finger at her. "What the fuck is going on with you?"
"Um..." Michiru rose to her feet and brushed off her skirt. What could she tell him? That she was more than half shinigami, reaper? She doubted he'd take that very well. "Um..." She looked up from under her bangs at him, which brought her gaze above her glasses, and brought the black ring around his throat into view.
Something fierce and hungry shifted inside her.
Startled, she turned her gaze away.
Shito took a step toward her. "Kita! Tell me what's going on!"
Michiru turned to flee. "It's nothing!"
Shito grabbed her by the hood of her coat, halting her. "If you won't tell me, I know who will." He forcibly turned her around and shoved her before him. "Let's go."
"Go...?" Tripping ahead of Shito, Michiru grabbed onto Shito's wrist in an attempt to wrestle her hood from his hand, not that it did any good. He was far too strong. "Go where?"
Shito answered with a deep growl. "To see Bekko. I bet that stupid Ferryman knows exactly what's wrong with you."
Unfortunately, Bekko just might know and he just might tell Shito. An icy shiver danced down her spine. "Let's not! Please! Let's not see Mr. Bekko!"
Shito stopped cold. "Are you going to tell me, then?"
Michiru struggled to loosen Shito's hand on her hood. "There's nothing to tell!" At least not yet anyway. Not while she was still alive. "Really! Nothing's going on with me!"
"Really?" He smiled but it was more of an angry sneer. "Shall we see what Bekko has to say?" Shito shoved Michiru ahead of him out of the graveyard and off the school property toward town.
On their way through town, Shito was deaf to Michiru's pleading protests. However, more than a few pedestrians turned to stare at the tall boy shoving along the far smaller girl that was begging him to stop.
Shito shot a glare at a particularly nosy pair of old ladies. "Kita, you're making a spectacle of yourself."
Painfully shy, Michiru automatically closed her mouth, but tears still dripped down her cheeks. She just wasn't ready to have this part of her exposed just yet. She wasn't ready to lose her two closest friends!
At the run-down office building that housed Z-Loan, Shito shoved Michiru through the small door then up the steep and narrow steps. He slammed open the Z-Loan office door and shoved Michiru through it into the reception area. "Bekko! I need to talk to you."
"Shito?" Yuuta, the short and deceptively young-looking secretary and medic for Z-Loan trotted into the room. The black cat-eared hat that sat crooked on his mop of fly-away brown hair in combination with cat face sewn to the front of his knee-length bib overalls gave him the appearance of a middle-schooler - which he was far from being. A very adult scowl lowered his brows and tightened his mouth. "Shito, why is Chiru-Chiru crying?"
Shito shoved Michiru by Yuuta without even a glance toward the small secretary. He continued to push Michiru past the two worn couches framing the small coffee table that made up the entire reception area. He stomped past Yuuta's high-tech desk then through the open door of the inner office.
Although the back wall was comprised of a long row of windows, the blinds were down on every one making the small office semi-dark.
Michiru unbuttoned her coat and slipped out of it in one last desperate attempt to escape.
Shito released the coat, letting it fall to the floor, to grab her upper arm instead. "Bekko."
From behind the mound of books and papers on the worn wooden desk, a blond head lifted. Droopy blue eyes behind oval glasses gazed with mild annoyance at Shito then Michiru. "Oh, it's you." The ferryman straightened in his chair. As usual, his long blond hair was tied back loosely with a tatty gray ribbon and his white shirt with its ratty sleeve garters looked as though it had been slept in. He lifted a hand and used his middle finger to push his glasses higher on his nose. "I'm rather busy this morning..."
Shito's gaze narrowed and his mouth tightened. "So I see." His voice crackled with sarcasm. "This won't take long, and it's already afternoon."
Bekko turned his gaze to the wall clock. "Oh, why so it is." He turned back to Shito and Michiru and lifted one brow. "So...?"
Shito tilted his head toward Michiru. "What is Kita, really?"
~ ZL ~
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