----------------------------------------------------------------------- | ZENKI JIDAI | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | | | by Asia-T | | http://dungeon.taisa-labs.com/ | | | | Original story: | | Wednesday, June 13, 2001 | | Modified: | | Tuesday, July 3, 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 3 A rush of emotions hit Zenki at that moment. He was in ecstasy and he was in hell. It all came together, then ceased to make sense entirely. She was his enemy, his friend; his hatred, his love. The intense feelings of two hundred years ago, which had not been felt since then, came back to him. This girl... she summoned him back from the tomb he had designed for himself -- and he released himself to her. When Shiaki began to shake, he wrapped his arms around her, gently continuing to rock against her. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks. "S-stop..." she whispered weakly. Zenki stopped. Because she commanded him to. The odd thing, the red demon suddenly realized, was that he would have obeyed her if she had asked him to stop at the beginning... He looked at her face. Why was she crying now? It tore him up to think it was because she was terrified of him. In his experiences, other women had cried when they climaxed for him because that was just their silly female way. Perhaps that was why... It was beneath him to ask. He knew it shouldn't have mattered to him either way. It wasn't like he hadn't raped before -- but that was so long ago... She rested her face against his chest and closed her eyes, exhausted. He had to lower his head at an awkward angle to kiss her neck. Into her ear, he quietly whispered, "You're so damned short, Chiaki." "... So are you," was her tired reply. "//I-- I'M SHORT!??!//" Zenki blurted. Shiaki could feel his entire body becoming rigid and defensive at the notion that he was less than satisfying. "You never could take a joke..." She smiled before drifting to sleep against his warm body. "Hey..." Zenki warned. "Hey, don't fall asleep there." But she couldn't hear him anymore. "Hey, hospital girl. Heeeeey...!" He had the heart to fight and the heart to kill, yet somehow, he did not have the heart to wake her. ******** Shiaki peeled open her heavy eyelids, sitting in his lap with one sleepy demon god arm around her small shoulders. Zenki had restored the knot of his pants and straightened her skirt. It took her a while to think where she was, but her recollection of what had happened was fuzzy at best. She had the general idea -- the details would not come back to her, though. She shifted slightly and immediately felt the arm around her tighten. When she looked up, the red demon's face was awake and staring down directly at her. "Still scared?" he asked, seemingly emotionless. After a moment's pause to evaluate the situation, Shiaki nodded slightly. "Don't be. I won't fuck you again without your consent." /Again? ... Consent? ... He's not going to kill me...? Am I THAT good a lay??/ The look of surprise on her face prompted his next question. "... Do you remember anything, Chiaki?" She bit her lip and looked at the floor. "Only the bad parts, huh." Zenki almost allowed his disappointment to be heard in his voice. She mumbled something too quietly for him to hear. "Say what?" he asked. "Shiaki," she repeated, a bit louder. "My name is Shiaki, not Chiaki." "Whatever. You wanna be called Shiaki? I'll call ya Shiaki." Despite the rude and arrogant quality to his speech, Shiaki sensed his good intentions. /That's funny/, she thought a little bitterly. /A Neon Jidai with good intentions./ He stood suddenly, and she fell off his lap to the cold tiles. He reached down and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back up roughly. Once on her feet, she tried to snatch her hand away from him. He held fast. "Will I need to hold your hand?" the red demon demanded to know, "or will you follow without an argument?" "I'll follow," she conceded, still pulling to free herself of his grasp. He released her at once, and she stumbled backward, barely managing to balance herself again. ******** When she paused or made any awkward steps, he turned back sharply to look at her. She really had no intention of trying to run away, though... not at the moment, anyhow. He was much too fast for her to consider running as an option in the wide, open ruins. Neither of them spoke until they reached the hospital again. "Wh-what are you planning to do here?" Shiaki asked, somewhat humbled by her fear. "Finish my job. Turn around and don't look if you don't wanna see, girl." "No, wait! You can't do that!!" she cried out, forgetting herself. Zenki arched a brow curiously. "Why not?" "There's no one but wounded men and one nurse in there! They're no threat to anybody!!" "Oh? Once those wounded men heal, where will they be going? Home?" "... They'll... go back to the battlefield..." "Ah. I see." Zenki raised his hand, palm open and outward, ready to summon a spell to blast the place to hell. "Wait! Stop! Please!!" Zenki sighed as though his patience was wearing thin. He looked down at her again. "Now what?" "... Take the other nurse in my place!" Shiaki wasn't sure if she'd be condemning her friend to a fate worse than death or not... but in her mind, the struggle to survive was the most important of all. To live, and not die senselessly -- to hope for the future. She wanted Ayako to retain those things. She wanted her friend to retain a choice. "No," Zenki responded, simply and flatly. "Why not?!" "The other nurse is probably fat and ugly and fifty years old. You're far more to my liking." "No! She's beautiful! She's my age and the same build! She's cute! Much cuter than me, I swear!!" The demon finally got frustrated. "Why the fuck are you so eager to die, you silly bitch?!" The anger in his voice froze her, and she was unable to answer him. He turned to the building again, palm raised, and light began to gather in it quickly. "I'LL GIVE YOU MY CONSENT!!" Shiaki screamed. The light dissipated slowly, and there was a pause during that time. Furiously, Zenki grabbed Shiaki and threw her against the wall of the hospital. He pounded his balled fists into the bricks on either side of her, cracking the plaster deeply. He pushed his hips against hers and held them there. "You give your consent for me to do whatever I like to you? Is that the consent you give??" he screamed down at her. "IS THIS THE CONSENT YOU WANT TO GIVE?! THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING CONSENT I WANT TO HAVE!!" Zenki felt her small body shaking between him and the wall. He punched to her right angrily. His fist created a clean hole and shook several bricks and chunks of plaster free from above them. He then reflexively lurched over Shiaki, allowing the falling debris to bounce off his solid back and safely away from her. He regained control of himself and stepped back. "Go inside," he instructed, monotone. "Get your friend, and come back out here. You have two minutes." Shiaki stood cautiously, uncertain of how to react. "Try all the stupid things you want, girl -- the more you struggle against me, though, the more I'll make you regret it later. I suggest you hurry -- one minute and forty-five seconds." Shiaki quickly complied. ******** Something disturbed Roh. It was obvious. The only thing Zenki could figure was that he recognized Shiaki as well -- though he couldn't understand why that should affect Roh so much. What had the Wolf Lord ever cared for her? Goki was off on another mission of destruction for him, so he hadn't heard the... 'interesting' news yet. But Zenki had to wonder if Goki would react even half as intensely as Roh did. ******** Protocol required that the prisoners be detained in seperate cells in the lowest basement of the complex. Seeing as how the Neon Jidai hadn't bothered taking prisoners for at least two and a half generations, though, the place was rather disgusting. Mold, bugs, and rats abounded. Two thirds of the lights were blown. The ones that still carried electricity flickered and buzzed. The place had the same dank, filthy smell as a three-month-old unwashed jock strap. "You know what a three-month-old unwashed jock strap smells like??" Shiaki mocked abhorrence. "I had two brothers," Ayako explained, mocking defense. The only way these two girls could handle the weight of their situation was by treating it lightly. Inside the cold, dark basement, they joked with one another. They spoke about their prison in such a way as to make a person believe they weren't in the middle of it. They laughed at each in a way that would never lead someone to suspect they'd just witnessed the destruction of one hospital and over one hundred lives. "And what happened to your brothers? You say 'had' -- past tense," a third voice came from the darkness. "Did we kill them?" Ayako did not answer. Footsteps sounded as the body of the voice approached Ayako's cell. "It's rude to ignore a question like that," he chastized. Shiaki squinted her eyes, struggling to adjust them to the dark. She recognized him -- it was the blond one, the leader, the one the red demon called "Roh." Ayako was attempting the same, but the flickering light was coming from behind Roh, and all she could make out was his silhouette. Not that it made a difference who was in the basement prison with them. They were all Neon, and none of them could be up to any good. "Come here, 'Ayako.'" He spoke her name in a way that made her believe that he doubted that was truly it. He was standing just on the other side of her bars. She remained huddled in her corner. "COME HERE!!" he bellowed impatiently. She shuddered at the angry sound and then got to her feet. She slowly approached him, trying again with each new inch to make out his appearance. As if being able to see him might somehow comfort her... Ayako stood about one foot away from the bars, the same distance Roh was away on the other side. In one quick movement, he pushed his body against the bars and whipped an arm into her cell, around her waist, pulling her into the iron. She yelped involuntarily. Using the bars as leverage, Ayako tried to push away from him, but he was too strong. Roh left his one arm encircling her thin waist, and his other hand traveled through the bars and slowly, steadily undid the buttons of her uniform, while Ayako whimpered her distress. He tore one opened half down her shoulder, freeing her breast. Her body was immediately covered in goosebumps when her bare chest struck the cold iron. They did not lessen when Roh's warm hand cupped and caressed it. Ayako made a noise. A small noise of struggle and slight pain and unexpected pleasure. The noise only encouraged him. Roh's hand gave way to his moist lips, which hungrily grazed the surface of the trembling girl's breast. The hand traveled down her side, past her waist to her buttock. He pulled her into the bars. He released and pulled her again. A single bar had its place squarely between her legs, and he released and pulled her again, against the bar. At first, Ayako didn't realize it was happening. Not until she was wet and the feeling became too intense to ignore. Her nipple was as hard as Roh was, and he licked it and bit it gently. Her soft flesh was separated from the bar by only her panties. And Roh pulled her, up, into the bar; released, back down the bar. She slid easily with her moisture now, and Roh increased the tempo. Pull, slide, release, slide. Ayako gripped the bars on either side of her now, desperate for something to hold. She rested her forehead against the iron, gasping for breath. Roh left her breast and lightly touched his lips to hers. She was too enveloped by the sensation between her legs to respond, and so he kissed her. Shiaki watched, terrified for her friend. Confusion took that emotion's place when she saw Ayako kiss Roh back, slide her arms through the bars, and hold him to her... as he slid her up and down the bar, up and down his body. Ayako picked up one leg and hooked it around Roh's back. She was pulling herself against the bar now. She was wishing it weren't there... between them. Ayako struggled against a scream as she climaxed. When she was done, Roh released her, and her knees folded beneath her. She went to the floor, holding the bars. He dragged one finger up the wet bar, collecting her moisture onto it. Holding it to his nose, he breathed in deeply. Shiaki was reminded of Zenki, when he held her uniform cap. Looking down at the shaking girl before him, Roh barely whispered, "Sayaka..." TO BE CONTINUED...