----------------------------------------------------------------------- | ZENKI JIDAI | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | | | by Asia-T | | http://dungeon.taisa-labs.com/ | | | | Original story: | | Friday, June 8, 2001 | | | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | LEMON/YAOI! Two hundred years after the end of the ZENKI story, | | the demons engage in a power struggle against the humans, and the | | outcome of the war seems certain... Until an enemy with Chiaki's | | face stands before the mightiest of demon gods! LEMON/YAOI! | ----------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 2 The red demon -- the Neon who had slashed the lines and then the doctor's throat -- somewhere in the rubble and ruin surrounding the lone hospital, he was moving. Shiaki carefully snuck around to the back of the hospital so the Neon would not see her as she entered. Why was he back? The only ones left at the facility worth killing were... the nurses! Oh, god! She raced up the steps toward the second-floor infirmary. She became so conscious of the noise she made that she could hear the echo of her heart beating. The door stopped her body from running when she slammed into it, fumbled with the knob, and stumbled into the ward. "Shiaki?!" Ayako knew immediately that something was wrong. "We-- We have to--" She heaved, gasping for air. "We have to--" What she wanted to say was /We have to get out of here./ But that wouldn't save them. Not if they were what the red demon wanted. And she also realized she wouldn't have been able to just run away... leaving so many wounded behind. "Slow down," Ayako instructed, despite being anxious to know what happened. "Catch your breath first." But it wasn't her breathing that stopped Shiaki from speaking. Her mind raced to think of a plan, an alternative, an escape, a deception. Time was not on her side. An explosion downstairs shook the second floor -- the front door was destroyed. After a shocked pause, the girls silently understood the enemy had entered. Shiaki threw her arms around Ayako and kissed her cheek. "Whatever happens," she whispered quickly, "don't die!!" Shiaki then released her sweet friend and bolted back out the door. Ayako threw up a hand to stop her, but Shiaki's resolve was too fast. The young nurse sank to her knees, helpless. ******** /This is a really bad idea... This is a really bad idea.../ Shiaki thought to herself with each step she descended. /...WHAT AM I THINKING?!??! I HAVEN'T //GOT// ANY IDEAS!!! Oh, god, I'm going to die.../ Shiaki silently scaled downward until she caught glimpse again of the red. Her heart skipped a beat, and she leapt back frightfully. Moments passed, and the noise she'd made appeared to have gone unnoticed. She swept the purple locks blocking her vision away from her face and tucked them back into her uniform cap. Cautiously, she took the steps down again, stopping in just the right spot to spy on-- He was gone already?? Where did he-- "Hiding from someone?" a deep voice taunted from behind. Shiaki froze and bit her lip. Without moving her head, her eyes darted to the side, where an open window was less than four feet away from her. In one second flat, she broke into a run and threw her small body out from half a story up. The demon lashed out an arm to catch her, but all he managed to grab was her hat. Her purple hair tumbled free as she fell and bounced on the ground outside. "Slippery little bitch," he muttered, watching her struggle to her feet and dart away. Zenki knew she was nothing. The direction she was running, she'd be dead in approximately three hours, he figured. Now, on with the massacre, and then return to the base for fresh bananas and-- /What?/ ... A familiar scent... Oh, gods...... the smell he loved and hated most of all. Zenki looked down at the white nurse cap in his hand, and he recognized its smell... ******** Shiaki ran to the ruined church. Half of its columns still stood, there was no ceiling, but its walls were still the highest of the surrounding rubble. It was the only place to hide. What had she done? ... She'd ran away. As absurd as such a thought was, she'd hoped he would follow her. She was that desperate to keep him away from the hospital. It wouldn't do any good to go back there now, she knew. The building would be in about the same shape as this church... and the red demon would be gone. She had failed. Ayako... Shiaki smothered her face with her hands as tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. "CHIAKI!" that dark voice bellowed. Shiaki caught her breath. How did he know her name?! "CHIAKI!!" Clearer, closer. No, she heard the "Chi" that time. He wasn't calling "Shiaki"... unless he had a speech impediment. (Which was entirely likely with the way demons' fangs tended to protrude.) "GIRL! HOSPITAL GIRL! COME OUT HERE!!" He came after her... Why did he come after her? That would mean the others were still safe!......... -- but /she/ was in very deep shit right now. ******** Zenki snarled. Of course she wasn't answering him. It wasn't really Chiaki -- it couldn't be. But he had to see the girl. He had to satisfy his doubt. What Tradi Jidai would answer a summons from a Neon, though? Calling her name wasn't going to accomplish anything. At first, Zenki tried to reason what a Tradi would respond to. Fuckin' humans -- he didn't have a clue. Then he thought of what Chiaki would respond to... If only he could get the girl's underwear and run with it. She'd come out, quick enough. Zenki grinned, remembering those days. It then struck him. He was surprised to discover he knew this about Chiaki, but he was certain it was the one thing in this situation that would draw her out... "GIRL! YOU IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR FRIENDS!" ******** "YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE TO COME INTO MY SIGHT, OR I'LL RETURN TO YOUR PRECIOUS HOSPITAL AND SKULL FUCK YOUR PALS!" /What the hell?!/ was the only thought that would come to Shiaki. What was he doing? What did he want with /her/? "FIFTY SECONDS!" Could she trust him? Was he being earnest, or was he just trying to lure out the one who escaped, so he could be sure to kill every last Tradi? "FORTY!" /Do I have any other choice? Think fast, Shiaki!/ "THIRTY!" His voice... something in his voice told her it was okay to trust him. /Speak again... Let me hear it one more time.../ "TWENTY!" She rose to her feet. ******** "TWENTY!" Zenki was anxious. He had never felt such torturous anticipation. -- He heard feet shuffling. She was moving, too far for him to smell, but not so far he couldn't hear. Was she coming closer or running farther away? He'd chase that bitch to the ends of the world if he had to... Just to absorb her with his senses... See her, smell her... Touch her, taste her... It didn't need to be Chiaki -- he only needed the smell. "TEN SECONDS, BITCH! NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX--" "I'M COMING!" Chiaki's voice called -- no, he had to remind himself, it wasn't -- it /couldn't/ -- be Chiaki. The voice came from the church, so the church was where he went. ******** /Very, very, VERY bad idea.../ Common sense told Shiaki she should be crying like a wimpy prisoner being sent to the guillotine. Hell, common sense told her that she should be running at top speed in the opposite direction. But she drew her lips tight and balled her fists at her sides, as if she was preparing to put up a fight. She took quick steps, afraid that if she gave herself time, she'd change her mind. Shiaki exitted the church and turned in the direction of the dark voice. She stopped cold when the body of the voice was no more than five feet in front of her, leaning back against a column, thoughtfully holding her hat to his nose, inhaling deeply. The demon opened his eyes and looked up to her slowly. No emotion showed on his face. He pushed himself upright and walked to her. Leaning down, his face inches from her neck, he inhaled again. His eyes rolled back with intense sensation churning in his veins. "Chiaki..." he whispered. Shiaki looked up at him with terrified, blue-gray eyes -- the eyes of Chiaki the first time Zenki tried to kill her, destroying her illusion that he was "guardian" of her family. Zenki dropped the cap and reached to stroke her silken, purple hair -- it looked so much better on her when it was down. Shiaki took a step backward, and Zenki immediately wrapped his free, massive hand around her fragile little neck. He could crush it so easily. But that was only a warning. Convinced by the look on her face that she'd learned her lesson, he released her and continued his exploration. He touched the skin of her arms and ignored that she was trembling. He came a step closer to her, dropping his hands down to her thighs. Zenki looked down at her body, and his curiosity got the better of him... He /had/ to know if this girl wore the same underwear as Chiaki. With a complete lack of ceremony and tact, he lifted Shiaki's skirt. *SLAP*!!! "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, ZENKI?!" It didn't hurt at all, but Zenki held his cheek, and the surprise of what the girl had just said was mirrored even on her face... /How do I know his name?! Oh, god, what did I just do??/ Shiaki's senses returned to her before Zenki's did. She turned tail and ran back into the church. Zenki caught up to her quickly. Trying to escape his iron grip on her wrist, Shiaki twisted, lost her balance, and fell to the littered concrete. She was stalled by a bump on her head. Zenki was on top of her immediately. In a swift movement his lips connected with hers. He already had one of her wrists pinned to the floor. When the other flew up to hit him, he claimed that one as well. Shiaki was amazed and terrified -- using all of her strength, she still had no power against him. Zenki trailed his mouth away from hers and slowly grazed his lips down her neck. His breaths were long, deep, as he took in her scent. And they were hot on her bare skin. He became aware of her kicking. It didn't particularly hurt, and it absolutely couldn't move him, but it was singularly annoying. He shifted her arms above her head, holding both her wrists in a single palm. His free hand went to her right leg and yanked her knee up far enough to force her left leg to rise slightly as well. He slid his bent knees under her firm thighs as far as they would go, which would lock her legs in that raised position unless she was some kind of contortionist. Which, he discovered, she was not. She squirmed against him, her bottom grinding between his open legs. With her legs locked at either side of his hips, her skirt had rode up to her waist. ... She did wear the same underwear as Chiaki. Shit, he was hard... for this little human thing who wore Chiaki's face, emitted her scent, and rubbed against him... so desperate for escape, she had no idea what she was doing to him. She had no idea what he was about to do to her. The hand on her right knee slid up the outside of her thigh, past her hip to her stomach. She froze, breathing with difficulty now that adrenaline was the only thing giving her energy. In one swift movement, he tore off her panties, and she flinched with a slight yelp. She looked like she wanted to scream. Zenki leaned over her, opening one set of lips with his tongue and her other lips with his finger. He invaded both. He kept her mouth so occupied, she barely had air to gasp. He slid his finger out and in with a calculated rhythm. His tongue played against hers. Out and in. He dragged it along the roof of her mouth. Out and in. He bit her lip and pulled away, only so he might have the joy of parting her mouth a second time. Out and in. As she arched her back, Shiaki became so wet for him that he took it as a compliment to his abilities. When he released her wrists, she either was too aroused to notice, or too aroused to do anything that might make him stop. He took his mouth away from hers and slid out of her. With steady hands, he undid the knot of his cloth pants. Using one hand under her back to pull her to him and the other as a guide, he entered her. She released an involuntary scream -- she hadn't been a virgin for over a year now, but his sheer size was a shock to her. She'd never been had by a demon... Hearing that scream, Zenki immediately looked down, expecting to see blood -- expecting to be her first. He was relieved there was none. Yet, at the same time, he instantly hated the bastard who had experienced her before him. At times when he felt enraged like that, he would pound into Goki until there /was/ blood. But with this small girl, it only made him more conscious of her... conscious of what she would enjoy the most. He wasn't her first -- but fuck it all, he would be her best. He pushed into her with the same beat as a relaxed heart, assisting her rhythm by pulling her to him with his powerful hands. Her tiny palms gripped his biceps, which undulated beneath her fingertips with every pull. She wasn't intimidated by his strength -- something told her not to be afraid of him, despite all that was happening -- she felt secure, alone with him. His strength was familiar. He was beginning to breathe harder, but his rhythm remained unrelenting. A fierce demon who had leveled entire cities, a Neon warrior who had ended hundreds of lives, an immortal god jaded by the human world... He was finding intense passion in her, and giving it back ten-fold. Shiaki had thought she had no power against him, but nothing could have been further from the truth. "Zen... ZENKI!!" She screamed at last... the name she couldn't have possibly known. TO BE CONTINUED...