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Village : Vagabonds
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Mayuri quivered as she gagged, fighting to keep the contents of her stomach inside of her. Shudders wracked her body, skin pale with sickness, eyes bloodshot and shadowed. She clutched the toilet rim, hunched over and heaving for a moment longer before her nausea finally relented. The brunette collapsed against the slick wall behind her, breathing deeply as she wiped her mouth. God, she hated this. She hated this sickness, this weakness... Mayuri had always been a healthy woman. Healthy and strong. She didn't like being so ravished, especially in a time her life was better than it had been in years. Mayuri should have been happy. She should have been exploring, training, drinking in the sights and sounds of the city. Not... this. Not choking back her own vomit, lying on the wood of her bathroom floor.
Being honest with herself, Mayuri supposed it was her own fault. She should have researched the procedure more deeply, or perhaps asked questions while the opportunity still existed. Perhaps she could have mixed some remedies to cope with these side effects, or at least she might have been able to prepair herself for the illness. As it stood, however, Mayuri had no choice but to ride out affects of her descision.
No matter how much she wanted to, Mayuri couldn't even regret her choice. This illness, with time and training, would become an invaluable sort of strength, comparable even to her brother's potential as a Jugo. At least, if her experience was anything to go by, it would. The Shinkou bloodline was powerful, and it would soon be worth the agony it caused in the beginning.
Still, that didn't stop Mayuri's discomfort. In fact, it almost worsened it, as she recalled how she'd come into the power in the first place.
Glinting blades. Unbreakable restraints. A pool of crimson slowly spreading over new grass, staining her jeans, her sweater, her hands. The blood was not her own. It dripped, agonizingly slowly, from the man she straddled, his eyes crushed shut, his forehead slick as he fought back tears. The night was dark in the forests, but in the light of the lantern at her side, Mayuri could see him. She could see him beneath her, quivering, gasping. Even the strongest men had a limit. Even Daiko could break.
Mayuri watched him with a blank face, tying off the thread she used to sew closed her most recent cut. The injury to his shoulder, like her stitches, was jagged, but it was shallow. She didn't want him to die. She just wanted him to scream.
The girl could feel the way his heart beat in his chest beneath her. She let one hand trail up his chest, gently, almost tenderly. Daiko swallowed as her fingertips reached his throat. Mayuri's touch was feather-light as she caressed his adam's apple, and, slowly, she leaned over, brushing her lips against his forehead. The man whimpered so quietly Mayuri nearly missed it, and she smiled into the kiss. It was the first sound he'd made since she began. It was a sign that she had won.
But winning wasn't enough.
Carefully, Mayuri slid back and leaned down all the way, her head just barely pressed to Daiko's chest. She listened to his strangled breathing, to his pounding heart, to the hushed cries knotted within his chst. Mayuri rose. The man's eyes were still shut tight against her. She wanted to see them open.
With a flash of bitterness blooming inside her chest, Mayrui pressed her thumb hard into the cut she had only just sewn. As a few stitches popped open, so did Daiko's eyes, flashing her with that precious baby blue. Mayuri was quick to catch his parting lips with her own, swallowing that first scream as it tore through his lovely throat. Satisfied with her work, Mayuri straightened, looking down at the man bound beneath her. The shadows were deep, but even still, she could see his eyes, opened wide with terror. Terror. Her drug was still coursing through his system. Daiko was helpless against her and he knew it.
It was wonderful.
"Don't be so loud, my love," she smiled, caressing his cheek with her other hand, "We wouldn't want you to be discovered... would we?"
Daiko did not respond, his panting breaths the only sound that escaped him. Horror was etched into every feature of his face... horror and pain, while Mayuri's grin sat comfortably upon her lips.
"I need you to do something for me... Will you? Of course, you don't really have a choice, do you?" Mayuri's fingertips left his cheek, moving along his jawbone instead. She reached to the side for a moment, and before Daiko could react, a small syringe was pressed into his jugular. The man gasped, writhing, against the poison that invaded his blood. "If you don't... You'll die. It's your own craft, you know. And I smashed every antidote except the one I've hidden.
"So what will it be, my love? Can you help me?"
The pain now was too much for Daiko to squirm aginst. He laid, defeated, upon the forest floor, completely and utterly beaten by the girl he'd taught himself. A single tear slid from one of those beautiful eyes as he worked to unclench his jaws.
"You're insane..." he whispered, his voice thick with agony. Mayuri chuckled, her gaze both vile and warm, and she brushed away his tear with the thumb she'd pressed into his wound. Blood streaked across his cheek.
"And who's fault do you think that is?"
She'd taken his Yuumei.
That's what she'd asked for.
Mayuri swallowed thickly as her stomach flipped again.
[946 words to awakening 1st stage meigan. Post 1 of several. Please do not reply/approve until all posts have been completed.]
Being honest with herself, Mayuri supposed it was her own fault. She should have researched the procedure more deeply, or perhaps asked questions while the opportunity still existed. Perhaps she could have mixed some remedies to cope with these side effects, or at least she might have been able to prepair herself for the illness. As it stood, however, Mayuri had no choice but to ride out affects of her descision.
No matter how much she wanted to, Mayuri couldn't even regret her choice. This illness, with time and training, would become an invaluable sort of strength, comparable even to her brother's potential as a Jugo. At least, if her experience was anything to go by, it would. The Shinkou bloodline was powerful, and it would soon be worth the agony it caused in the beginning.
Still, that didn't stop Mayuri's discomfort. In fact, it almost worsened it, as she recalled how she'd come into the power in the first place.
Glinting blades. Unbreakable restraints. A pool of crimson slowly spreading over new grass, staining her jeans, her sweater, her hands. The blood was not her own. It dripped, agonizingly slowly, from the man she straddled, his eyes crushed shut, his forehead slick as he fought back tears. The night was dark in the forests, but in the light of the lantern at her side, Mayuri could see him. She could see him beneath her, quivering, gasping. Even the strongest men had a limit. Even Daiko could break.
Mayuri watched him with a blank face, tying off the thread she used to sew closed her most recent cut. The injury to his shoulder, like her stitches, was jagged, but it was shallow. She didn't want him to die. She just wanted him to scream.
The girl could feel the way his heart beat in his chest beneath her. She let one hand trail up his chest, gently, almost tenderly. Daiko swallowed as her fingertips reached his throat. Mayuri's touch was feather-light as she caressed his adam's apple, and, slowly, she leaned over, brushing her lips against his forehead. The man whimpered so quietly Mayuri nearly missed it, and she smiled into the kiss. It was the first sound he'd made since she began. It was a sign that she had won.
But winning wasn't enough.
Carefully, Mayuri slid back and leaned down all the way, her head just barely pressed to Daiko's chest. She listened to his strangled breathing, to his pounding heart, to the hushed cries knotted within his chst. Mayuri rose. The man's eyes were still shut tight against her. She wanted to see them open.
With a flash of bitterness blooming inside her chest, Mayrui pressed her thumb hard into the cut she had only just sewn. As a few stitches popped open, so did Daiko's eyes, flashing her with that precious baby blue. Mayuri was quick to catch his parting lips with her own, swallowing that first scream as it tore through his lovely throat. Satisfied with her work, Mayuri straightened, looking down at the man bound beneath her. The shadows were deep, but even still, she could see his eyes, opened wide with terror. Terror. Her drug was still coursing through his system. Daiko was helpless against her and he knew it.
It was wonderful.
"Don't be so loud, my love," she smiled, caressing his cheek with her other hand, "We wouldn't want you to be discovered... would we?"
Daiko did not respond, his panting breaths the only sound that escaped him. Horror was etched into every feature of his face... horror and pain, while Mayuri's grin sat comfortably upon her lips.
"I need you to do something for me... Will you? Of course, you don't really have a choice, do you?" Mayuri's fingertips left his cheek, moving along his jawbone instead. She reached to the side for a moment, and before Daiko could react, a small syringe was pressed into his jugular. The man gasped, writhing, against the poison that invaded his blood. "If you don't... You'll die. It's your own craft, you know. And I smashed every antidote except the one I've hidden.
"So what will it be, my love? Can you help me?"
The pain now was too much for Daiko to squirm aginst. He laid, defeated, upon the forest floor, completely and utterly beaten by the girl he'd taught himself. A single tear slid from one of those beautiful eyes as he worked to unclench his jaws.
"You're insane..." he whispered, his voice thick with agony. Mayuri chuckled, her gaze both vile and warm, and she brushed away his tear with the thumb she'd pressed into his wound. Blood streaked across his cheek.
"And who's fault do you think that is?"
She'd taken his Yuumei.
That's what she'd asked for.
Mayuri swallowed thickly as her stomach flipped again.
[946 words to awakening 1st stage meigan. Post 1 of several. Please do not reply/approve until all posts have been completed.]
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