Chapter One: Part E and F

Night One: His View

Rai looked at her as he look a long drink, closing them at the mention of wanted a mate it almost hurt him but of course he was to proud to say anything. “Why Millie, dear you don’t have to wish for one- you have a perfectly good one right here” he played that cocky voice it had soon became a motif for hiding his hurt or true feelings and he was to stupid or blind to figure out she might of caught on to this trait. He let the cup make a large thump as it made contact with the wooden table. In the corner of his eyes he saw Hanzsa jump with agitation, that’s right she and the dunpeal boy would of both been sensitive from the sound even this far away. He gave a goofy apologetic smile as she turned her head towards the two a small frown drawn on her surreal white skin.

“Amon seemed like a good kid” Rai answered honestly “Besides Millie he was going to die if I didn’t bring him here, the poor thing is starving and Hanzsa is just to damn bashful to pull down her kimono in front of the guys (he made a motion with his arm signifying the drunkards) so he can have a drink” The look he was getting from Millie was enough to turn his breath cold and send a chill down his spine. “Should of just given him some of mine, I guess it would taste gross to him, diluted and all” Rai added with sourness easy to match that of a lemon.

“You Know Me Millie” when he went on a rant he would not rest or allow another to join until he had gotten his hearts content out. His claw like figures gripped and ungrasped the rude sculpture of the cups handle as he became quite intent on staring out at his  brown brew eyes searching for every little bubble that was created through a rupture of air an unknown volcano of oxygen. “You look really motherly with that hair ball” he chuckled “I could actually confuse you with a girl” Constantly joking about her being more boy then girl would even for a moment take away any sexual connection he had with her. To say she was more man then he was, helped him forget the fact that she parts he didn’t, that she smelled nicer, that her skin felt just right under his own.

He continually cursed this demon in side of him, naturally nekos and other demons quoted he was more human than a neko only in his looks and thieving ability did he resemble at all one of their own. But some primal fury came over him when even so rarely, they were alone close breath upon breath or even innocently when they where on the field together and he gained this new ability to become overly attached and protective of her. Then of course, he felt himself blush at the thought, the times to which she became the most beautifully taunting  that once a month (supposedly)  rush of wanting to physically mount her




Night One: Her view

She scolded him like a mother scolds a child; he was acting so silly for someone who wasn’t really dying stroking his hair softly she sighed before answering his first question. “My name?” she shook her head “What importance does it cost you, I will be saving your life soon should you not just concentrate on that fact?” she realised she was being particularly silly and apologised “Its Hanzsa, and by the look on your face this isn’t the first time you have heard a Onihebi’s name?” she now referred to the usual strange looks she was given when pronouncing the name. The usual questions where why is there a Z sound when it could be simply Hansa?

“It’s a long story Amon” she chuckled “They grew up together, and either since its been a tale of will they wont they?” the two rested in silence for a moment before he jolted for his neck his grip so strong she could do little to stop him. She pulled so hard her nails literally dug into his skin. She withdrew as soon as she saw a small splatter of blood; oddly it seemed to calm him down. Hanzsa let out a harsh sigh “Silly boy” she scolded him worried “you should be so drastic! You really scared me” she removed one of her hands to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

There was a loud banging noise she stopped to turn around and hearing Rai’s half drunken rant about pulling down her kimono made her blush. “I’m…I’m sorry Amon, I guess I’ve not been the best host” she chuckled nervously. As if on cue people stood to leave the room, Rai and Millie where the last to leave there was silence again between the two, now there was nothing keeping the two from becoming the feeder and the bottle.

Without difficultly even with one hand she had loosened the kimono until it fell gracefully around her shinny white slender shoulders the snakes around her slivering to retreat behind her back. She raised him with surprising ease until his lips touched the curve of her neck and shoulder. “Go on” she muttered almost eagerly awaiting the piercing feeling, perhaps it wouldn’t be painful at all, perhaps it actually felt good. Wishful thinking she bite her lips her eyes pressing violently together unlike her usual tranquillity.