http://clampfix.fanworks.net/smut/save-3.txt </head><body><pre> This story contains major violent and sexual situations (often combined). If you aren't over 18, or prefer not to read that sort of thing, just skip/delete this fanfic. You have been warned. - J.L.M. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ At first, there was only darkness, the kind of which was so black that there was absolutely nothing. Then, slowly, a greenish light flickered to life somewhere, and finally, Sorata could see the truth. Arashi was there, on her hands and knees, her face contorted in pain and fear, her body bloody and beaten. She did not speak, could only moan in pain. Kneeling behind her, driving his body into hers with powerful strokes was... "Kamui?!?!" Please Save My Love, Part 3 by: Jennifer L. Mondazzi June 24, 1997 Sorata struggled to reach for Arashi, as a rage boiled within him, quickly bubbling forth to the surface. He heard himself scream in fury, could hardly think as he clawed to get at Kamui. It was as if an animal had erupted forth, and a blinding frenzy took over. He barely felt Karen's hands upon his shoulders, restraining him, or Seiichirou shouting into his face to stop. All he could see was Kamui taking his beautiful, sweet Arashi's body in a most cruel and violent manner. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain within his head, followed by cold-blooded, mocking laughter. He writhed under its pressure, grasping at his head. He felt as if his eyes would explode, and his brains were slowly being crushed. He screamed in agony, felt something warm and sticky drip down the sides of his cheeks. "Sora!" Arashi screamed, watching helplessly as her Sorata's mind was maliciously attacked, beaten down. She could say no more as Fuuma drove into her again, turning his attention back to her. The seam that Sorata had ripped open within the fabric of reality was sealing closed again, and slowly he disappeared from her view. Fuuma laughed cruelly, grasped her hips and pumped into her over and over, forcing his larger body into her virginal passage. She sobbed for her loss, shivered in her fear, and wished that she was dead. Finally, Fuuma reached his release, and grasped her hard to him as he called out her name. He leaned over her bare, bloodied back, his body sated for now. Arashi grit her teeth, knowing that Fuuma's capacity for this kind of masochism could go on for a long time. She could still not move on her own, as his power maintained its hold upon her limbs from the neck down. She whispered hateful words to Fuuma, who merely sniggered. Several seconds went by with nothing said. Then, when he pulled himself out of her, she felt her hair yanked backwards, forcing her neck back at a painful angle. Fuuma's lips brushed against her earlobe. "It's far from over, my sweet Arashi. I'm not done with my fun yet." She choked back the whimper that escaped her, letting her anger take hold of her finally. "Sorata will kill you for this!" she spat at him. Fuuma snickered. "Oh, I don't think so," he said confidently. He came around the front of her and forced her lips apart with his own, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She bit down as hard as she could, tasted his blood, and spat it out. He pulled back in surprise, but merely smirked. "Oh, Ara-chan, I do like you," he said, his eyes cold and sinister. "Because of that, I think I'll let you in on a little secret." He leaned close to her ear again, brushing his mouth against the white, satiny skin at her neck on his descent up. Finally, he exhaled his hot breath upon her ear. "You see, I had my friend, Sakurazuka-san, weave a little illusion for your lover to see," he whispered the boast fiendishly. His tongue flicked at her earlobe again. "Seishirou is very good at illusions - it's his forte, so, I don't think that your precious Sora-chan will be coming after me," he replied assuredly. "Why should he? After all, he thinks that Kamui did this to you." The light of comprehension slowly entered Arashi's eyes, and she gasped, feeling panic rise up inside of her. Fuuma chuckled. "I see you understand," he said, leering. "Yes, your dear Sorata will think that Kamui did this horrible thing to you, and one, if not both of them, will perish in the ensuing battle, neither one knowing the truth," he snickered again, his fingertips brushing against her breasts. "It's a perfect little plan, don't you think? I'll let the two of them do my work for me." He pulled on her nipples hard to make his point. She cried out in pain, which made Fuuma's evil smile widen in pleasure. Biting her tongue, she tried hard to push her sanity away, hoping to somehow blank out what was happening to her. She prayed to God to deliver her from this torture, to let her die so that she wouldn't have to see Sorata's face again after this. The humiliation, the powerlessness... Sorata would never look at her the same way again, she knew. He would never look on her with the ideal of a pure, untainted love glowing in his beautiful, dark eyes. It didn't matter anyway, she qualified - she and Sorata could never be, so he would never look at her in that manner again anyway. He was a Dragon of Heaven, and she was his enemy. She sobbed again, feeling as though the tears would never stop. They splashed against her hand, signifying her helplessness. Fuuma's rough hand on her chin forced her to look at him. She ground her teeth at the reflection of herself in his black gaze. "Ara-chan," he mocked her using Sorata's pet name for her. "I want you again. Be a good girl and squirm like you did before. I liked that." He smiled, but there was no warmth in that smile. As she gazed into the abysmal darkness, revelations came to her. She suddenly knew that Fuuma could have simply killed her when he found out about her treachery, but his need to dominate had overcome his first instincts. His treatment of her had already gone on for hours, and she knew that it would go on for many more hours. When Fuuma was done with her, he intended for her to be a mindless servant to his needs and wants, and, when he tired of her, she knew, he would torture her some more, and then finally kill her. Fuuma Monou, she decided in that second, was the Devil incarnate, and could not be serving God's will. In fact, none of the seven Dragons of the Earth seemed to be serving God anymore. Instead, they served only themselves, and their own sick agendas. All of Arashi's beliefs shattered in that instant. She felt herself be pushed over onto her back, and could do nothing against it. Suddenly, Fuuma was on top of her, laying his awful hands all over her body, lathering her body with his tongue and mouth. He kissed her in her most secret parts, pushed his fingers inside of her, and then, his body was there again, taking her as before. She ignored it all, pretended that she was somewhere else - anywhere else. And then, it all became clear to her. Hiding her thoughts from Fuuma's mental probing, she began to really plan for the future. She harbored little hope that Sorata would still want her after this, and she bitterly accepted that as truth. Nonetheless, she was determined that she would go to the seven Seals, and let them know that she intended on helping them defeat these corrupted, power-hungry Angels. For the first time in her life, she believed in her cause, and with this vision, came a strength that she did not know she possessed. Silently, to herself, Arashi made a new, secret vow - she would see Fuuma utterly destroyed, and prayed to God that He let hers be the hand that delivered the killing blow. TO BE CONTINUED.... --------------------------------------------------------------------- All characters in this story are the property of CLAMP, copyright 1993-1997. The situations in this story are the property of the writer, copyright 1997. </pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>