Ark 12 Episode 20: Rainy love ties

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Diversity: They had traveled for a few days, carrying a sack of tomes and grimoires and other such items. It was only upon Michiko’s request that they paused their journey at a small rest stop along the way. In a rather scarce village that seemed to be at the perfect crossroads for travelers and weary wanderers. The building itself appeared to be quite large from first glance, and even someone stepping into its broad open lobby would make people ponder the owner’s wealth. But on one side the village council took residence and had their council room, and the other half of the tavern was a small in with three spacious rooms. Inside a homely round woman was cooking rice and curry in the far end, her husband walking around and serving the dish to what few patrons were present- most of which were villagers and councilmen hoping for dinner. The comforting structure was mostly wood and warm autumn colored bricks. The smell of lightly spiced Japanese curry filled the place along with the smoky aroma of the hearth. As Michiko slipped inside, she walked with a caution of wonder and curiosity as to what kind of people were inside. She wore the same animate black fabric mask which had hardened over her eyes, a single-sleeved wrap shirt that produced a glove too, completely masking her left arm. A pair of simple wrap shorts ran down to her knees and then an often wavering and elegant drape hung from her beltline in a tapering curl around her ankles. Her skin glittered under the torchlight as she moved, ever unaware of what she looked like. No one had ever told her. She thought she looked normal- but she didn’t feel normal. As she came forward, she paused just as she was about to bump into an empty picnic table. “Excuse me…” The husband, owner of the establishment, said as he smiled. His scruffy white mustache frazzled up under his nose as his dark brown eyes seemed to lighten up with the sight of foreign company. “What can I do for you today?” He had a gruff, aged voice that sounded rather fatherly as he dusted his hands together and looked up to Keyth. A flicker of intimidation crossed his features. They were polar opposites; a beast of muscle and sheer unspoken threat, and then a delicate, angelic looking woman. Michiko decided it best she speak first. “We’re both very tired. May we rest here for the night? I have…” She reached around her body and dipped her hands into the malleable, mystical pockets of her pants before she pulled them out and revealed a variety of things. Fragmented of broken jewels, two solid rubies, and a few silver coins. The man laughed in a homely fashion as he would reach out and take the silver coins- far less than what the room was worth. “This will do.” He had cut them a break for two reasons. One, Michiko did look quite tired and weak. Two was… Well, Keyth. Just Keyth. It would not be good for business if he got mad and started breaking shit. He then pointed to the far door where the hall to the inn rooms were, and Michiko would rely on Keyth to lead her. Once they’d slipped through the door, down the hall, and into a large vacant room, she would assure the door was shut and begin forward. Her bare feet hovered barely over the floorboards as she traversed forward, finding one of the two beds as she sat upon the bed’s edge. “Finally.” Michiko breathed. “A night without demons, thieving talking monkeys, bandits, citizens who think us some ungodly threat, or itchy grass beds…” She sighed and it was obvious that Michiko didn’t enjoy the Shinto realm like a lot of them did. This world was terrifying and dangerous and explosive. What it was making out of her frightened her. She felt so weak, and at once she could suddenly feel so unbelievably powerful. It was hectic and starting to drain her emotions. What she honestly needed now was a night with Keyth, to feel normal. To just pretend to be normal. “Are you going to rest tonight too?” She pondered aloud to Keyth, tilting her head towards him as the crystalline flecked strands of her midnight hair curtained around her pale face, her lips parted to display a hopeful… maybe a desperate, hoping curiosity. Thunrian: Keyth followed behind Michiko, eying anyone that even attempted to look at them funny. The Inn owner asked for his weapons hesitantly... Keyth pulled his Yamisuki from around his shoulder, placing it in his right hand as he slowly rose it up to the elderly man. He took the sword and placed it in the armory room. Keyth followed behind Michiko once again, this time guiding her into the room they were lead to. After getting her to the bed he began to strip down to his under garments. when she spoke out to him he had been in his boxers, he could have been considred naked almost. " Mhm. I'd like to get a bitta rest y'know... all this fighting is waring me down. Not to mention, we dont have even a porportion of a lead on Grim and his lackies. But i did hear that a group of politcal leaders currently run the Jade city not to far out. I was thinking about checking that place out not to far in the futu-.." Keyths eyes darted down, resting down to what appeared to be her 'left arm'. It looked normal... but the finger tips, her hands, her nails... All jet black like the rest of her clothing. Keyth blinked... something was off, alot of things In this place, in this world were diferent than back home, but this had been something recent and he knew it. Making his way over to examine over her arm he squatted down so he was in between her legs. Hislarge hands lifted up her danity arm to further examine. "....Michi.." He said looking up at her with slanted and calm eyes.. Trying to be as calm as possible. " Baby..." He said running his right hand down her 'arm' before he turned to look her in the face. " what.... happened to your arm?" Diversity: She was listening to him tell her about the plans and the Grimoire, and the Jade City. But he paused and she felt him come closer. He had noticed, finally. Now that they were in a safe spot, he could pay that kind of attention to her instead of looking out to protect her. She chewed nervously at the inside of her cheek as a slow sigh finally escaped her. “Keyth…” She whispered, like telling him was going to be hard. Because she wasn’t sure what to say about it. Her good hand reached out and she placed it lightly upon his shoulder. “Please do not panic. The black fabric of her mask slithered away, dissipating along her flesh revealing her blind eyes like pristine opals as she looked to him. She could see his energy, but she desperately wanted to see his eyes and their color, the shape of his lips again, and the way his brows knit together when he worried or got stumped over something trivial. “But… When we fought in the Witches’ Brew…” She breathed out an almost regretful sigh. The fabric on her arm slithered away, and what was revealed was beautifully, fantastically grotesque and shocking. Her shoulder was completely crystal, thick and starting to tint more towards her skin color. But the bicep was crystalline and came off in jagged points. Her lower arm was only half there, like a glass empty case that was flayed and shaped like the edges of a snowflake. She had two fingers starting to barely reform, and she could actually move them. But the feeling wasn’t there. The arm was, in best words, mostly missing save for a crystalline outline here and there. He would be able to see completely through it. “I lost my arm… And I… I don’t think it’s… healing right Keyth.” She was almost choking on her own words. It scared her, would she be armless? Would she have to go back to their world together, without an arm? Maybe with a half arm? Her heart pounded at the thought, and she felt her eyes get a bit damp. /I hate this place…/ She tried not to think that, she was here with Keyth and that was what mattered. They were going to do great things, for the better sake of both worlds. She squeezed his shoulder with her good hand as she would close her eyes to keep from forming tears. “I just need tonight.” She whispered with her voice cracking. “To get myself together Keyth. I… I don’t think I like this world like everyone else who came with us. I’m a monster here Keyth. A weapon… And I’m not even h… hu-…” She felt the fabric slither down over her arm as she couldn’t even say the words. She couldn’t even confess to him, the horror of how she wasn’t even human here. “I’ve still…” She began, her voice cracking once more but she was trying to distract herself from the bad things. She had been doing this a lot as of lately. Distracting herself or trying to make logic of everything. But there was very little logic inside the Shinto realm. “Got a lot of reading to do, and spells to learn…” She mumbled to herself as her fingers on his shoulder would be lightly trembling as if to say Michiko was… afraid. Thunrian: His eyes trailed over her facial features that stayed cool... her silver toned eyes made him lose his train of thought... when his own golden eyes peered down to her damaged arm. His heart sunk into his stomach as his hands pulled over his face. " Oh no.." He whispeared to himself, but only audible for himself. He didnt want her to panic over his own reaction. " It's... not that bad Mimi." He said smiling at her with a nod of his head. " Theres so much here... we could use to fix you right up.... It's gonna be A-ok." He said smiling at her before embracing her in a tight hug. He secrectly.... blamed himself heavily. He wasnt the smartest guy, but he had common since. He didnt wanna tell her how he felt. Because he knew her, she'd blame herself for him blaming himself. That's the kinda girl she was... so analytical. Always putting others over herself. He'd take the blame for this one, but silently... " And yeah. Lets look at some of these spells and stuff. I know... there's something in here to help Shira, and prove that my dad and his stupid proohecy theories are bullshit..."Keyth said pulling over a large dusty book from the leather bag they carried it in. Taking it out he began to feel over the pages at the pictures and description. None had been in brail but... Keyth would emitt his chi over his finger tips, placing his free hand lightly on Michiko's forehead so a light would sit there. As his fingers slid across the text, she'd be able to read along the words through his own perception of sight, a high level of chi mastery, and it was showing. Keyth couldnt do alot, but this something he could. For ever long it took... he'd go through the books with her. " Were gonna go home soon I promise ok?"He said leaning over to kiss her on the cheek and then her lips. Her body was cold.. but it sill had warmth. He pulled his mind on other things trying not to think of her damaged arm. He'd surerly ask his father for help later on. " It's just me and you tonight ok... no more fighting..... I...I Promise... that i'll never put you in harms way again Michiko...I promise." He said closing his eyes breifly.

Diversity: When he helped her to read, they managed their way quickly through half of a tome about sealing chi and the places and deities that were capable of channeling it. The intricacy of it all was hard to absorb under her current stress, which was why Michiko asked Keyth to stop after halfway through. She put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it as he kissed her cheek and then her lips. She would hook one arm around his shoulders and then place her face against his chest, tilted towards his neck. “Home… I miss it Keyth. I miss it so much… I miss…” She closed her eyes and smiled a bit. “I miss lying with you in /our/ bed, in /our/ condo…” She’d never referred to it as theirs completely. But it sounded perfect as she squeezed herself closer to him. With the black fabric around her arm it had hardened and felt like a real arm only under black cloth. Even her hand felt real as she could control it perfectly as she used it to hug Keyth close. “I’ll do whatever I have to here to get us home again Keyth. Whatever it takes… I’m just glad you’re okay. I think in the end, an arm was nothing in comparison to your life. You know, that was the first time you really died and I felt you disappear… For a short period of time, I was truly alone. I didn’t like it. I would do anything in the world to never know that feeling again…” She tilted her head back and her eyes drifted towards his face as she would feel the cloth shift around her. The top remained the same as to cover her arm, but her pants and the drape and everything on the lower half of her body changed to a comfortable set of animate black cloth shorts. “Can we lay down?” She stood up slowly, holding onto him as she leaned her face back and would begin to blindly reach out, looking for the other bed since the one she had just been sitting on was covered in open tomes and books. “I want to talk to you about something else, we haven’t had a chance to talk about yet Keyth.” Michiko began as she waited for him to move. If he laid down she would follow him, crawling carefully onto the bed and laying between his legs with her upper body rested atop his, her back to his chest and her head along the crook of his neck. “I… want to talk about Densuke. About Seiketsu Senku-sha… And how you fit into it… as the man of my heart, the reason my soul even found freedom here, and the only person I /need/ right now…” She turned her head and would glance towards him, whether they were standing or laying together to see if he was okay with her pushing the conversation. Even if he wasn’t, Michiko wasn’t going to let this go unspoken. She had promised him that she would put everything on the table now, so she had no desire to back down from a possibly touchy, dramatic subject until it was cleared up with him. Diversity has joined the chat Diversity: When he helped her to read, they managed their way quickly through half of a tome about sealing chi and the places and deities that were capable of channeling it. The intricacy of it all was hard to absorb under her current stress, which was why Michiko asked Keyth to stop after halfway through. She put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it as he kissed her cheek and then her lips. She would hook one arm around his shoulders and then place her face against his chest, tilted towards his neck. “Home… I miss it Keyth. I miss it so much… I miss…” She closed her eyes and smiled a bit. “I miss lying with you in /our/ bed, in /our/ condo…” She’d never referred to it as theirs completely. But it sounded perfect as she squeezed herself closer to him. With the black fabric around her arm it had hardened and felt like a real arm only under black cloth. Even her hand felt real as she could control it perfectly as she used it to hug Keyth close. “I’ll do whatever I have to here to get us home again Keyth. Whatever it takes… I’m just glad you’re okay. I think in the end, an arm was nothing in comparison to your life. You know, that was the first time you really died and I felt you disappear… For a short period of time, I was truly alone. I didn’t like it. I would do anything in the world to never know that feeling again…” She tilted her head back and her eyes drifted towards his face as she would feel the cloth shift around her. The top remained the same as to cover her arm, but her pants and the drape and everything on the lower half of her body changed to a comfortable set of animate black cloth shorts. “Can we lay down?” She stood up slowly, holding onto him as she leaned her face back and would begin to blindly reach out, looking for the other bed since the one she had just been sitting on was covered in open tomes and books. “I want to talk to you about something else, we haven’t had a chance to talk about yet Keyth.” Michiko began as she waited for him to move. If he laid down she would follow him, crawling carefully onto the bed and laying between his legs with her upper body rested atop his, her back to his chest and her head along the crook of his neck. “I… want to talk about Densuke. About Seiketsu Senku-sha… And how you fit into it… as the man of my heart, the reason my soul even found freedom here, and the only person I /need/ right now…” She turned her head and would glance towards him, whether they were standing or laying together to see if he was okay with her pushing the conversation. Even if he wasn’t, Michiko wasn’t going to let this go unspoken. She had promised him that she would put everything on the table now, so she had no desire to back down from a possibly touchy, dramatic subject until it was cleared up with him. Thunrian: (( I'm on it.)) Diversity: [ Tyt. I'm here all night now <3. ] Thunrian: He listned to her protest over missing home.. It made his stomach churn, he hadnt known she was so miserable. Laying down she began to speak on how she wanted to upfront, and tell him about everything. "...alright.." He said looking down at her, sliding his fingers gently through her hair before he pulled both of his hands behind his head. He still didnt quite understand the thing about her and Densuke, infact he had allowed himself to mentally block it out. It was tough to think about sometimes because he didnt understand and this talk may have been what he needed. " Im confused on alot of things... this place, it's changed so much since we were here last i know you want to get home, and im gonna do everything in my power to make sure you get there, and that's a promise...I vow, that you wont get in harms way ever again as long as were here..." He said closing his eyes again. But, then he went silent. Hopping to hear what she meant to tell him. His hands laced themselves around her waist, pulling her into him before he snuggled his head against her own. His large callused hands hooking tightly around her body before he snuggled his head onto her own. " Im listening..." He said opening his eyes, staring at the door through the dim lighting of the room. Her necklace she gave him, and the lion one both shifting under her head as she let her head rest onto his neck. Diversity: She could tell he wasn’t looking forward to this talk but she knew it had to be done regardless. Michiko reclined into his figure and felt his fingers across her skin. It almost made her feel real again. Human, and at home. It dawned on her how much she cared about him in moments like this one. When she realized that she was home when he encircled her in his embrace; casting away the world and locking her up in his own control. “Where to start…” Oddly, Michiko had seemed to calm once in his embrace. Her hands smoothed down her body and over his arms, one hand coated in black fabric though it still acted to her mind’s will. Her fingertips, one hand being of flesh and the other of soft almost satin fabric, grazed over the backs of his hands and slid over each and every knuckle with humbling pronunciation. All the little things to make her feel sane again. Drinking in Keyth’s very presence was like sipping on the perfect remedy to all her ails. Her head relaxed as she gave his hands a squeeze to comfort him of what she had to say. The truth was harsh, but it wasn’t like she’d chosen it to be that way. Her opal eyes closed as her lips parted and she began on a soft, tender note that in its whispered rhythm would reach his ears in a light, soothing lilt. “You know what I am now. If not from our experiences, then from your father. I’m sure you and Keyome have talked on it. I think quite a few people have talked about it by now.” She whispered as she felt the sweetness in her voice fade, almost to something pained. Here came the harder parts of the conversation. “After the Witches’ Brew, I even found the time to slip away and discuss things with Densuke.” Michiko withdrew her hands from his and she would shift, turning her body so that she could lay on his chest, her head lifted up so that she could look towards him. Though she could not see the only person she desperately wanted to envision, she stared into the energy right where his eyes would be. The outline was strong, but she couldn’t see it perfectly yet as her opals searched as if looking for his eyes. He would see her struggle to find him looking back at her. With her arms folded on each side of them, her right hand rose up and her twilight fingernails began to twist through his hair in a delicate admiration as she sighed and found herself unable to smile. “I don’t want you to listen to anything the witch said. Or the dragon for that matter. The way you were broken into the facts was obscured and exaggerated. You’re not an outcast and this was not an accident. It’s not a fluke. /You/ are not a fluke.” Michi began as she let her thumb extend and begin to run down his cheek. “But… Seiketsu Senku-sha is a weapon that passed down from Hachiman and is supposedly best wielded by a champion of the God who created it. Thusly… Densuke inherited a right to summon her… It… Me.” She sounded pained by her own words, thorns tangled around her heart and beginning to pierce the flesh. “But you and I, are meant to be like this. And when we came here together… The Gods. Fate. The very nature of this universe could not stop /us/. And so you woke me up here once I was imprisoned. And thus, you gained the power to summon Seiketsu Senku-sha. So now I have…” She breathed as her hand came inwards and she placed it upon his cheek, brushing along the side of his ear at the same time. While it seemed subtle and accidental, it was quite purposeful. This was still the cunning, too-intelligent Michiko he was dealing with. She was trying to hit a tiny sparking point only to make him remain soothed and calm through an otherwise bitter and pivotal conversation. “Two summoners. And if I had to have two, I would want it to be the man I cherish, and his best friend- whom I also consider a friend. I don’t want this to become a point of conflict between you two. You are /my/ choice. He is the Gods’ choice. And to be quite blunt, I don’t have any sympathy or desire to empathize with the desires of the deities here… So you two better not fight about this.” She said rather sternly. Good old Michiko, as she leaned forward trying to kiss his lips tenderly for a brief moment- if he’d let her. When she leaned back she’d continue. “I’m working on a way to cancel him out though.” A plot against Densuke? It sounded… controversial. “And I may be onto something. I think there’s something in the scrolls we took that may have the answers… So…” Michi paused and let her eyes drift, as if in deep though as her voice softened as she spoke of such a strange concept. “Would you conspire with me, for the sake of being the only one who could control me? I don’t want Keyome to know about this Keyth. Because /this/… is between /us/.” Diversity: thought* ] Thunrian: ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FaZQoZf4OY)) when she kissed him, he closed his eyes returning the kiss, though his a bit more aggressive then her own. He had his eyes closed throughout the whole conversation as he tilted his head to the right. when she spoke about breaking the hold over with Densuke, Keyth smirked and finally opened his eyes. " I dont think i can do that....Michiko." Keyth said finally allowing the truth to hit him as he opened his eyes. " In war, everyone has there place. There postion. And there job..." Keyth said nodding his head. " I dont think, i was meant to survive the first time we came here. I broke the legend, and with us being together this time we both did. I think your right on that one... but." Keyth said pulling himself up a bit. " Even if you have two summoners... I dont care. Your my girl..." Keyth said hitting his chest and nodding his head. " Densuke has his own, and so do I. Your mine, and he knows that too. This is beyong my petty feelings. You and Densuke have a part in this war, in this fight. For everyone, and everything. For everyones lives, For my kids lives... And if to save everyone means that you have to have Densuke as this summoner thing to... then i'm willing to do withh that." Keyth said with a smile on his face as he folded his arms. Trying to be selfless, and he felt pretty good about it. " I dont feel to great and hunky doorey on the idea. But i'm just a solider in this war, and everyone in war has a role, and a job. My job is to keep you safe....and to make sure your there to give Grim that super powered kick in the nuts at the end of this thing, and It's Densuke's job to guide you through that fight. To be honest this works for our favor. what if i die, he's there to pick up the slack, and vice versa. This our ace in the hole, and because it wasnt supposed to happen... I believe. It'll be the soul reason... that we WIN, this thing." Keyth said clenching his right hand in a fist. "But... if your truly on to something. Let me hear it." Diversity: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wl0q4scu0fo) Michiko listened to him and oddly it hurt what he said. She didn’t care about destiny. About purpose. She made her own way- nothing would cease her from this. Especially not what someone thought was destined and preplanned for her, in a world she’d never visited before this very moment, this flickering fuck-up, in time. Her brows knit lightly in disdain and distance, perhaps worry and dislike, as she shook her head and reached out. Her hands cradled his face. “No what ifs.” She said firmly, adamantly. She was not asking him to stop, she was telling him to. She never wanted to hear that again. “Never what ifs. You won’t die. Don’t you dare talk like that. I lost you once here- and that’s all it took Keyth Tasanagi. I’m going to be the most intimidating and fearsome weapon all this foreign land will ever dare see if anyone tries to harm you again and brings you within an inch of your life. I dare someone to try, because I will reign down a wrath terrifying enough to make the Gods quiver and tremble, in fear of what they supposedly created but could not contain in me.” She paused to suck in a breath, her exasperation and unease obvious as she lifted her eyes as if to stare piercingly into his own. “Do you understand me? No more what ifs. Ever. I will always save you. This is my destiny, because I say so. No one will mold me to do something I choose not to do, and no one will stop me from petitioning the presets and doing what I desire deeply in my heart- what I am emblazoned to do by my own passionate drive.” She sounded fierce even in quick whispers as she held his face in her hands, her nose almost touching his. “So don’t you ever say that again Keyth. I will not see you die again. You will live on, always. Even if you live on in me.” What odd words, but she didn’t elaborate. Instead she tilted her forehead to his as if to calm herself before she sank her head and laid it upon his shoulder, her lips grazing his neck only by their proximity and not by a purposeful intent to kiss. “The language on those scriptures is foreign. It’s not traditional Japanese, or anything like it. I think it’s ancient Koshinto writing. But somehow, I can read it. And it talks about a group of Kami who never reach the ears of most. They are known as the Unwritten, majorly lesser kami who hide themselves amongst the world and seek no recognition or exert no power to intervene. Neutral mostly, they have no intent to change the world- only hide within it like precious gems for the right treasure hunter… I read further in one of the tomes that most of them will never reveal themselves unless their trials are surpassed, but to those who could triumph their tests… They offer teachings. One of the tomes talking of seals spoke specifically of an Unwritten God whom is repeatedly referred to as “the wise man”. I want to seek them out. The Unwritten. The Wise Man. Maybe they can show me, not just how to master my own skills… but how to choose my own path. To be free, free of all command and capture, save for /your/ command.” Michiko picked up her head a bit. She wished she could see his expression to gauge his thoughts. “What do you think, Keyth? I know it sounds dangerous. But I can do this…”

ThunrianThunrian : (http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=2ISfifczkgM) This woman before him now, she had been changing. Much different than the Michiko that had been taken by Grimiore soliders, back then he wanted to protect her, and shelter her from harm and vowed that he would after that day. And here and now she was shwoing a stronger side that had been only displayed a few times. She bore with wisdom and drive.... determination. It made him listen. As he began to speak, he cocked his right eye brow. " What do i think" He said putting one hand under his chin as he looked out at the window that displayed the dark night sky. To hear her so assertive made him smirk, admiration that she even stood against not only his own word, but god's as well. " I think... your batshit crazy..." He said looking back at her before he nodded his head. " But then again, i'm kinda batshit crazy to..." He said pressing his hands on both sides of her face, pressing his forhead down on her own as he began to speak out in a low and calming tone. " Alright, i'm with you on this one. If this is what you find is the right thing to do. Then we'll make it happen." He said kissing her lightly on the lips before he broke the kiss. His low golden slanted eyes peering back into her own intensly. " So... where do we find this guy, this lesser Kami guy." Keyth said as a serious expression broke acros his face, moving the hair out of his eyes to listen on further. He didnt quite agree, but she made him belive. She was so couragous, and he admired that. He felt like he did when Densuke spoke out about getting revenge on the men who had taken his fathers life. The Determination had been on equal grounds, and thus he looked at her as an equal and even beyond himself. Allowing his alpha wolf type nature to bow his own head for once and take heed to her words, allowing someone else to lead. Diversity: [ http://hyung-tae-kim.com/image-1360540441,artworkHyungtaekim,261,image1,en1360540441,H8000.jpg ] Diversity: “Batshit.” She chuckled and leaned forward again. Her nose touched his and she felt her lips touch halfway to his, halfway along the side of his mouth. She’d missed! Blast her sightlessness. Michiko pulled her lips aside from his and then tried again, this time finding his lips with ease. Her kiss lingered against his, strong and firm. Her adamant belief that they would mold their own destiny here this time was obvious as she showed a fleeting moment of the passion she had to make it through this. She’d come to be so drained, but with Keyth she felt a recharging occur. Rejuvenation was hard to avoid when she was alone with him, and could reinforce her beliefs in herself and in him. Michiko broke the kiss only to kiss him again and again, almost losing herself against his lips. She knew Keyth so well- too well. If she continued on this path they would be experimenting with sex in the Shinto realm. And thusly, she paused. Not yet- at least not until she was completely done with everything she had to say. Such control- she was pretty fond of her ability to resist him until she was completely free of all other top-priorities. “The Wise Man…” She began, catching her breath as she sank a bit against his chest. “All it says, is he can be found in a forest of bamboo. But I haven’t crossed a bamboo forest yet… You know this world better than I do… Do you know of a bamboo thicket big enough to hide a kami in it?” Michiko proposed such a curious thing as she would reach up, running her fingers through his hair a few times over, playing with his scalp and jawline, occasionally tracing her nails along his lower ear. Thunrian: He tilted his head to the right to move along with the kisses, she was trying to get him rilled up... in the middle of the kisses he felt his eyes shift to a crimsion before he pinched himself so he'd calm down. His hands digging into her waist this time as he slummped himself under her. Leaning his head up he pressed his lips along her neck slowly before nipping at her bare skin with his canine teeth. Though he didnt break blood. " I think.... the Seikai village, has some of the thickest bamboo i've seen. Around that village may be the best place to look."He said after pulling back, watching the redness of her skin heal from his made hickey, it almost faustrated him to see. As if being denied of marking of his territory... so he did it again, he'd pull himself up, using his massive right arm to pull her close into his body as he tilted his head to the right and began to savagely suck on her neck, his lips pulling back on her skin in hard jerks and slurps as he sucked away, he had a frown on his face, or better yet a look of determination. Pulling his lips back with a pop, he'd frown again to his discovery of the red mark healing back on it's own. He leaned back down, crossing his arms in faustaration as he looked off to the right. " We...can go looking over there tomorrow." Keyth said nodding his head before sliding his fingers through his own hair, his hands falling back down to grip tightly to her waist, he'd turn around to eye her. " Are you certain this will work Mimi..."He said looking at her through half lidded eyes, cocking his right eyebrow. Diversity: Michiko nodded. Seikai Village it would be then- but as he said, not tonight. She wanted to savor a somewhat normal night of rest. Or, as he began to place a hickey on her neck… Not rest. A night of wild Keyth was what it looked like she had on her hands as Michiko bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing as she nearly felt the frustration radiating off of him when he peeled his lips away from her throat to see that the warm hue of violet and pink healed right up. He tried again, this time his attempts to mark her being forceful enough that Michiko found herself melting into his presence. She closed her eyes as he held her close and she wrapped her hands around his neck, her head tilted to the side. Nothing could make her feel more sane, normal, and human than Keyth being Keyth after all. She bit her lower lip a bit teasingly, but only to bite back some elicited sigh of pleasure as she heard the pop again. When he leaned down and continued to confirm her suspicions about them going tomorrow and not today. “Mhm. Very certain.” She would tilt her head forward then and kiss his cheek as she spoke a bit more softly. “You miss the human me too, don’t you?” She whispered. Michiko then reached up to her hair, pulling the mystical strands away from her pale soft neck where her skin seemed to glitter, too delicate; too perfect. It could use a mark for all Keyth knew- his mark. The healing thing made it a challenge, but Keyth loved challenges. And Michiko was focusing her thoughts on keeping her neck from regenerating so fast. Actually, she concentrated hard on the idea of making her neck not heal for a bit. Quite a while. “Try again.” She whispered, an almost passive but stern command as she requested him to mark her once more. Not out of desire for it to spawn somewhere, but because honestly… Michiko was his. She didn’t mind it being shown. She may try to keep it so that if he marked her tonight, she’d force it to remain until they left the Shinto realm. It would be her way of saying to all others that she had her summoner. Her lover. Her one and only; her Keyth. And Michiko belonged to no other in any way, shape, or form. Thunrian: As he leaned up again to her command he'd press his lips only her skin, this time doing it as hard as he could. He didnt quite understand why he always needed to do this.. he felt his teeth grazing along her skin, sucking slowly before he marked her again, his teeth biting into her bareskin as he sucked, pulling his head left to right before he stopped and placed his forhead against her breast, if it hadnt healed away this time, he'd look at out of the corner of his eye before he leaned up to keep her tightly in his embrace. His head nuzzling at her breast before he used his right hand to pull at her top a bit before nipping on her now exposed shoulder. "... We should... probably get some rest before, it gets to late. I'm sure we have a big day tomorrow and..." His eyes focused on her bareneck caused his heart to thump ferciously as he looked at her through half lidded eyes, focused eyes. Looking away he'd lean back down on the bed, allowing her to sit on his waist, straddled over him with his hands behind his head before he closed his eyes taking a deep and solid breathe his hair hanging over his face again as he looked up at her, sitting on his waist like that. Diversity: She winced a bit as he began to bite, lick, and suck again at the same spot. This time she felt a mark form most definitely; and she refused to let it heal. When he pulled away and began to nuzzle her breast she’d find that the soreness of the hickey was still present- and she would not let it heal if she could manage it for a long time. Michiko opened her eyes as he pulled at her top, speaking in a bit of a distraction as she wrapped one arm around him and smiled. Her Keyth. Her savage, visceral, silly Beast. The man she would have no other way than himself. And oh how Michiko did love him after all. When he fixed his own position and she was sitting upon his waist, Michiko felt a slight sense of power roll through her as she placed her hands upon his chest and then slid them up to his shoulders. “You know what I think… I adore most about you in the moments we share like this one?” Michiko whispered affectionately as her blind eyes seemed to dance with an alight desire and adoration. “How completely uncommitted you are to your false opinions about sleep, when I have rarely ever seen you desire sleep after we’ve not been alone for a good while.” Michiko leaned forward slowly, her right hand lifting so that she could run her fingers along his face. Her eyes closed as she hovered nearer to him, imagining countless times of looking upon that very face as her fingertips traced the contours of his expression. He was such a brute. Such a wild man, who lacked taming and civility sometimes. But he was hers and she adored him; complimenting everything chaotic about him with her own collectivity and togetherness. “Can I tell you something?” She whispered a bit more deeply as her hand traced down to his chin, then to his throat. She pushed her fingertips softly across the crook of his neck like she was drawing a path on a map, a path that had to be followed and /had/ to be perfect. Her nails grazed his left earlobe, then her fingertips began to trace the outline before she gently pushed her hand back and somewhat into his hair. She awaited what he said, her face hovering over his as she felt her own heart beginning to thump. There was one last thing to tell him this night, that she had yet to tell him face to face. She wondered how it would go- since Keyth was the first man to ever hear such a thing from her, and now he would hear it from her directly instead of indirectly. She almost felt… nervous. But hopeful, as she smiled quaintly and let the tip of her nose touch his while waiting to hear him. Thunrian: He had his eyes closed when he felt her delicate fingers start to graze along his face, along his neck and so on. His cheeks burning a light pink as he looked up at her with slanted eyes, her fingers trailing along his jawline before reaching his weak spot... his earlobes getting massaged would have put him on edge if he hadnt bit down on his bottom lip to calm himself again, trying his hardest to contain control, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and light in audible noises could have been heard as she grazed her finger tips along the edges of his ears. Her cool breathe pressing down upon his bare skin as she spoke, his nose touching her own, they were face to face. "...What.." He said with closed eyes, his lips grazing lightly over her own as she began to speak out to him, his response was a cool one... hardned as if he was trying to hold something back. His breathing reacting to her own, starting to pacen along with his heart beat when she got closer to his face. His tounge slid across his lips, which would slide across her own breifly due to the face to face encounter. Keyth's eyes stayed lidded now... he was getting in a zone, he wanted to know what she was trying to tell him. His hands sliding a bit lower beyond her waist at this point. His mind began to race over the multiple scanrios that could occur but he kept himself cool. Calming himself to the highest level as he began to breathe a bit slower than usual. Controlled breathing of course but it was still heavily laboured. Diversity: Michiko felt a harsh blast of sobering realization in her body, racking through her as she felt the world literally fade away. For once, she didn’t realize a world existed. Everything was gone. Everything- her career, KasaiHana, this new world, all of her friends… And all that was left was this tiny space, this deafening darkness of her blindness and the light in the darkness. Her light; Keyth. “I…” Michiko felt like the words stuck in her throat. She felt like a high school girl, if only she’d been a normal high school girl and actually /liked/ anyone. It was butterflies in her chest, bees in her stomach. Static in her head that kept her from thinking straight. This was both the loudest and most unbearably quiet moment of her life thus far as she kept her eyes locked on his though she could not savor the full sight. Then, it came. “I love you Keyth.” From her very own lips, a fragile and vulnerable whisper. Like she’d told him the secret to killing her. The secret to her very existence, the password to her soul. The way her lips barely quivered when she spoke it, her lashes fluttering almost nervously when she felt the syllables slip free as if by accident, it all let him know the truth. She’d been locked up so long, and no man had ever earned the key to Michiko’s heart. Not Osamu, not anyone. But Keyth had. And now he had that key. No- he had her heart. She’d finally told him what she was sure he knew by now as she would attempt to refrain from biting the inside of her cheek while breathing in his scent. He was intoxicating and unreal, so blissful to be around. So hectic and chaotic and wild and free. She loved him so- admired him and cherished him, and could not think of a day to pass without him making her life exciting and vitalized. “I love you.” She mumbled again, clumsily letting the words fall foreign from her lips like she was in Spanish class and had been chosen to say a phrase that she had no idea how to pronounce, but knew the meaning of very well. She didn’t know if kissing him was the right thing to do; she’d never said or felt this way before. She actually kind of froze up, and Keyth would see her doing that adorable thing she did whenever she expected to be hit by something unpleasant or unexpected, the thing Michiko did whenever she was in trouble. She held her breath and waited, stiff and still and utterly thrown into the storm of her chaotic warm emotions. Thunrian: ((http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=BtyaJwrG6eQ)) He'd look up at her, his eyes dead set on her own as his breathing began to finally come to a calm. His eyes stayed focused on her own before he leaned back a bit. The word had slipped free from her lips. The L, word. He'd never used it to his own knowledge with anyone but his own children. Ironcally he more experinced in relationships he too was forigen to this. But he could feel it... and when she said it. He smirked and sat up a bit, pulling her face in with both of his massive hands as he closed his eyes. His inner voice, what was that? Something spoke within his mind that left him distorted. He paused and he tilted his head to the right to register it all for a moment. As he looked at the window again, it had started to rain like it had the first time they had gotten together in an Intimate situation. The thought made him smirk, not at the act but the feelings towards the act. He had remember saying that he 'had to..' Like he had no other choice. It made him laugh, bursting out laughing. He was sure she'd think he was laughing at her but to quickly be rid of such thoughts he spoke back out at her "Hey.." He said tilting his head back over to face her, his cold golden eyes showering down upon her own as he took a deep breathe and began to speak the words right back at her, though with a bit more confidence." I love you...too...Mimi." He said allowing there forheads to touch one anothers before he smiled, leaning his head down just a bit so there lips would touch in a light lock as he kissed her again. Holding her tightly to his body, like he'd never let go. Diversity: (http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=qrM-8I2khkw) Michiko felt his hands on her face and found the comfort in them. But when he said ‘Hey’, she found herself frozen. Hanging on the truth of their feelings between each other as her expression began to soften before he even spoke. She felt it. He felt it. And then he said it. Michiko felt like she’d suddenly woke up to realize that the dream she’d been dreaming for so long, really wasn’t a dream. The silent worries of what they were, if she was doing this right, and what she was feeling about him came to mind. And like dissipating dust in an autumn breeze, they all just seemed to disappear. Drifting away, a haze of indescribable events of the past. The image they left behind now was… Michiko couldn’t help a single sniffle that escaped her as she smiled brightly the moment their lips broke from such a delicate contact. She tangled her arms around him, and at that moment the animate black fabric seemed to melt away, dripping down her body and sinking to the bed in slivers of black satin. For Keyth, if he’d not realized it by now, the fabric was apart of her. A guard, a shelter. And now she needed not the shelter of another piece of armor. Her protection simply melted away and she was left naked. Her form rested atop his waist, skin pale and pearlescent with pink peachy tints of humanity, yet glittering at certain points as if she had diamond dust brushed over her soft skin. She almost appeared to have a soft, amorous glow at that moment as she kept her eyes closed and couldn’t help herself but to smile. He loved her. They loved each other. The worries were all gone, and suddenly she didn’t miss the real world so much. “Forget what I said about missing home…” Michiko whispered against his lips almost as she hugged her arms around him. Even her crystalline arm was revealed, but it looked like it was now solid. A soft light flowed through its center too, as if it was starting to heal properly. Her fingers had all formed, glassy and yet they felt like skin. Her skin. She kept her chest and midsection pressed firmly to his, her soft breasts squeezed against the hardened planes of his chest. “I’m home, wherever you are Keyth.” She whispered. He had healed her. He had revitalized her, and given her newfound resolve. If anyone could empower Michiko, it was Keyth. And he’d done it now as she wiggled her left hand’s glowing fingers against his back as she /felt/ his skin. “I hear the rain…” Michiko whispered then, almost abstractly at first as she felt a dampness to her eyes. They closed and she would tilt her head to the side, her lips barely grazing his. They quivered. She broke out smiling before she could even pull away; smiling against his lips before she barely tilted her head back. “You remember… that first time? It was raining that night… You took me by surprise… If you were anyone else, I would’ve fought you with every ounce of will I had to give… But it was you. And when you told me to stop you, I knew… I would never stop you, if you wanted me. Because in that moment, for the first time, I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted a companion, a person by my side. And I wanted it to be you… I made the right choice…” She whispered. Michiko then leaned in and took to his lips once more. Home; Keyth’s embrace where she belonged. Her soul bared to the man as she squeezed her arms around him and pressed her lips further against his. The collision sparked along her emotions, making her feel healed in a way that regeneration just could not compare. He had healed her soul, mended all the tears and soothed all the bruises. He kissed away her worries and left her naked- but whole. Her lips couldn’t part right away, one kiss leading to another, then another, before she finally forced her head to tilt back as she pressed her forehead to his and smiled. Her eyes seemed to lose a little bit of their milky property when she looked at him, as if the pupils beneath the haze were starting to clear up. And her world began to relieve itself from an endless darkness to a blurry wooden warmth…