----------------------------------------------------------------------- | ZENKI JIDAI | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | | | by Asia-T | | http://dungeon.taisa-labs.com/ | | | | Original story: | | Monday, October 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 8 "My spies tell me you're the one who's led the Tradi in their most successful campaigns against us." Hikaru said nothing. "They believe you have friends in this base," Goki continued. "Leaks." The situation was bizarre -- he felt as though he was interrogating a mirror. Hikaru, as he had persisted in doing since he was captured two hours ago, said nothing. "Give me the name I want to hear, and you will spare yourself a future in 'the box.'" Normally, a word like 'box' would sooner incite perverse giggles than fear, but Goki spoke with a tone of warning and a prick of malificence. 'The box' was not to be taken lightly. Sitting in the center of his cell, as he had been, ignoring Goki's presence, as he had been, Hikaru said nothing. Goki had run out of patience two hundred years ago. "How about /I/ give /you/ a name," the blue demon finally offered. Hikaru gave no indication of interest. "What if I gave you the name... SHIAKI...?" For the first time, Hikaru's eyes met Goki's. If the reflection in their eyes was magnified a million times, an infinite number of the same image would appear in both. The only significant difference was Goki's horns and Hikaru's lack thereof. To this... Hikaru said... Nothing. "That's enough, Goki," Roh's voice interjected. "I have a job for you -- go to my office and wait for me there." Goki lowered his head with respect for his Commander. He shot one final glance to Hikaru, only to see he was still staring at him. Goki knew he'd hit home -- this guy was Shiaki's Hikaru. He left the dungeon basement, his thoughts alight with the potential uses of this information. Roh waited until he heard the heavy, metal door shut behind his comrade. "General Hikaru Kido. I am Commander Roh Inugami. I'm pleased to make your acquiantance." Roh waited for a reciprocation of greeting, but none came. "You see, General, your reputation precedes you here. I am well informed of your accomplishments. Would I be mistaken in assuming that the Tradi would not have enjoyed a /single/ victory in the past three years without your incomprehensible preemptive abilities?" Silence. "I believe that is correct. The Tradi must be in dire straits without you. I could kill you right now, General, and effectively remove the biggest thorn from my side. Do you believe that I would do that?" Hikaru's thoughts appeared to be elsewhere. Roh could make a good guess where, but he didn't want to exploit that trump until the General left him no other choice. One reason was that he wanted to see exactly what Hikaru Kido's breaking point would be. The other was an unconscious fear of what Zenki might do to him if Shiaki was used in any way that displeased him... "I won't kill you, General. Not yet. Though I know your military history by heart, there's one thing I still don't understand -- your success. Until I do, or until I bore of your uncooperative attitude, you are guaranteed blood to your brain, air to your lungs, and food to your stomach. However... this won't seem like much in comparison to what you'll be denied... if you persist in this manner." Hikaru said nothing. "You will be allowed twenty-four hours alone with your thoughts. I will return tomorrow, and I will ask you one question: 'Where is the leak in the Neon base?' If your answer displeases me or you do not answer at all, I will assume you wish to spend some time in 'the box.'" Roh turned his back to Hikaru and headed for the stairs that would elevate him from the dungeon. He stopped and looked back when he finally heard the voice of the young General Hikaru Kido... Singing strongly and loudly... ORE NO HIMITSU WA, ORE NO MON DAKE DA. ANTA NI OSHIENEE. ANTA GA SUKI JYA NEE. THE SECRET THAT Y'WANNA KNOW, IT'S MY SECRET, MINE ALONE. I AIN'T GONNA SHARE WITH YOU. AND THAT'S 'CAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU. Roh chuckled. It was an old children's song -- one he never much cared for. But it was so cute of Hikaru to try... ******** "You look like shit," Mako half-jested. Ayako groaned and sat up. The blanket that had previously covered her to her chin slid down to her waist. It took her a moment to realize that she was naked underneath. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ayako slapped Mako and quickly covered herself again. "GODDAMNIT! //WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!??!//" "..." Suddenly very embarrassed, Ayako looked to the floor. "I- I'm sorry... I th-thought you were a... boy..." "................." "It was the short hair..." "................." "And your voice is a little masculine..." ".................!!!!!" "And the longvest is a little tight -- it looks like you have no--" "--ENOUGH!!! OKAY! I GET THE IDEA!" Mako threw in a 'harumph' for emphasis. "I'm sorry..." "You BETTER be! Do you remember where you are, you little prison bitch?" Mako could see the look in Ayako's face, as if she'd just been struck by a ton of bricks. She must have thought it had all been nothing more than a bad dream. Her eyes glossed over and she sucked back a sniffle, just about ready to cry. "Aw, c'mon, don't do that..." Mako said with a grimace. "C'mon, no crying in front of me." "...." *sniffle* *sniff* "...." "That's an order from your, uh, Captor! Captor Mako, that's me, and I order no crying! Got that?!" "...." *whimper* *sniffle* "...." Ayako then threw herself on Mako and cried into her shoulder. "Oh, my gods... I don't believe this. What /is/ it with you whiney little Tradi girls?? All this clinging to me, and now crying on my /CLEAN/ longvest." Ayako blew her nose. "My... previously clean longvest..." "I WANT TO GO HOME! PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME GO HOME! GIVE BACK SHIAKI AND LET US GO HOME!!" All at once, Mako became struck with the seriousness of Ayako's situation. She didn't think about it before -- what it must be like for them. Captured, tortured, hungry, sick, cold, lonely. All at once, those things were released from Ayako's voice. "I... can't..." Mako replied, allowing a hint of concern to taint her reply. "PLEASE!!!" At this point, Ayako was officially bawling. Ayako's voice struck her heart. She spoke with familiarity, as though she'd known Mako her whole life. Mako didn't feel the same familiarity, but she understood there was a human -- a human just like herself -- in pain, begging to be released. At first, Mako didn't know why she reacted the way she did... She brushed Ayako's hair away from her neck... And kissed it at the nape... ******** (1) Zenki watched Shiaki eat. (2) Shiaki stopped eating and looked up at him. (3) Zenki looked away and paced a little more. (4) Shiaki commenced with her meager rations. (5) Zenki turned his head to watch her eat. Repeat steps one through five. Finally, Shiaki set her food aside and allowed herself to stare at Zenki. Surprisingly, this appeared to make him uncomfortable. "What -- done eating already? There's still some left. I thought you were hungry," he said. "I am hungry." "Then finish your food, you silly bitch." She watched him questioningly. "What is it? Stop looking at me." "I-" "-What?" Zenki interrupted her because she was speaking too softly, even for his acute ears. Shiaki spoke up. "I want to know what's wrong." "That's a rather cosmic question," he replied jokingly. Shiaki didn't laugh. The red demon exhaled a long breath, as though he were releasing some evil spirit that rested in his lungs. "I'm going to show you something," he said flatly. He went to her and leaned down to grasp her hand. He pulled Shiaki to her feet and led her from his room, towards the dungeon... ******** Ayako caught her breath when she felt Mako's lips trace a trail up the side of her neck. Tears were still tumbling from her eyes when she reigned in one final sniffle. Her mouth was still parted from her sobbing moments ago. Mako's lips found it and sealed it. She rose from her seat beside Ayako's bed, using a gentle hand to pull the sheet away and Ayako's legs apart. Mako lifted her knee and slid it up between Ayako's, lifting herself over the confused, lonely girl. Ayako's hands never left Mako, from their embrace when they rested on her shoulders to now, as they gently touched her forearms. The Neon medium closed the space between them, looking her born enemy in the eye. She kissed a tear as it trailed away from long, dark lashes. Ayako gave no indication of fear. She felt a connection with this young girl more deeply than she'd felt with Roh -- that had been merely fleeting -- this was something more lasting, more transcendent. From the moment Mako spoke, her crude words were full of warmth, comfort, and genuine caring. Roh had been distant, cold, and self-interested in his treat- ment of Ayako. He had her to satisfy his own needs. Mako, however, was concerned only with her. "Please don't cry..." she whispered. Their lips like silk met again with the smooth caress that only another woman could provide. A soft, tender hand went to Ayako's cheek, brushing away light brown hair that had strayed into her porcelain face during a restless sleep. "Aaah..." Ayako moaned lightly when Mako's other hand slid up between her thighs and found the place at the top where her delicate flower parted. She rubbed it in slight, circular motions until it hardened. Ayako bit her lip as the area became more sensitive. Mako removed her hand and replaced it with her thigh, which she pressed up between Ayako's legs, also allowing Ayako's thigh to rise to the center of her own. She began a pulling and pushing motion, dragging the skin-tight leather of her pants against Ayako's bared femininity, simultaneously experiencing the girl's naked thigh pressing into the tight leather seam. There was no penetration. The slow and passionate pulling, pushing, pressing -- the circular dance of their intertwined thighs -- gave a completely different heat and sensation. Dancing with Ayako, Mako stroked a cheek against her milky breasts. If a giant touched velvet and was unable to feel the gentle prickle of the tiny, bristling threads, that would be what it was like to touch Ayako's breast. The skin was as soft as a baby's -- softer, perhaps -- having been eternally protected from sun and elements by her clothing. She touched it with her tongue, encircling the nipple until it emerged with pleasure. Ayako was beginning to make a noise with each movement of Mako's thigh, and Mako could feel the wetness collecting on the leather, and was becoming quite damp herself. She slid down Ayako's body and moved off the table. With a gentle grip on the girl's thighs, she pulled her to the edge, and then leaned down. Resting her face against the inside of Ayako's widely spread thighs, she raised one hand to begin playing with her. The other hand sought out a similar mission between Mako's own legs. The motions were fast. Faster than the beat of Ayako's heart. At first they were circular, inside the flower, but not inside Ayako. Meanwhile, she played outside the leather of her own pants. "Nnrgh... Aahgh..." Ayako's spine began to stiffen and arch, while she reached for the sides of the table to hold herself still. Mako slid her fingers inside her pants, and her other hand attended the inside of Ayako. The motion was relentlessly fast, faster than Roh, who had been contending with the weight of his own body when he pushed himself into her. It continued until Ayako felt herself no longer able to move, and somewhere inside she exploded. The explosion extended from between her legs to the tips of her fingers and the ends of her toes. It took her a moment to remember to breathe again. When she sat up, she saw Mako still struggling to reach climax alone. Ayako climbed off the table, pausing only a moment to prevent the rush of blood from causing her to black out. She crossed to Mako, knealed before her, and looked her in the eyes. She removed Mako's pants with a short series of gentle tugs. Mako allowed her hand to leave her center, breathing with some difficulty, anxious for Ayako to take over. Ayako used one palm to gently push her onto her back, leaving that hand there to fondle Mako's leather-clad breast. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Mako's delicate clamshell, parting it with her tongue, and then exchanging the actions of licking and sucking, as if to pull a soft mussel out from the inside. "Oh, my god..." Mako whimpered, struggling against the feeling of something inside which wanted to come bursting out, perhaps causing her entire body to fly apart in a million pieces. Ayako's tongue slithered in and out. Her free hand came to assist by encircling the sensitive, tender flesh at the tip of the clamshell. "...... Aaaah... AAAAH.... !!!!" Mako fought against the scream that wanted to escape with the inner burst of sensation. No selfish man or demon had ever allowed either girl to achieve such an intense climax before. ******** Zenki entered first, leaving Shiaki on the steps in case some- one else was down there. Hikaru caught sight of Zenki. He abandoned the exploration of his cell and reclaimed his seat in the center, prepared for another round of "I'm Not Telling." The red demon snarled down at the human who wore Goki's face. Bad enough to have to see it on Goki -- but on him, too? It was asking too much of him to handle the situation gracefully or with any degree of civility. He wandered back to the stairs, snatched Shiaki by the wrist and pulled her out into Hikaru's view. Eyes wide, the young Tradi general bolted from his place on the floor to the bars, as if he could, by some psychic power of the irides, pull Shiaki away from the demon. Shiaki wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. How would Zenki react if she revealed her affection for Hikaru now? What would Hikaru think if she said nothing to him? "H-hello... Hikaru..." He frowned at her unnatural greeting. TO BE CONTINUED...