http://clampfix.fanworks.net/ss-fix/cherry.txt </head><body><pre>Minna-sama: Argh, the Nataku fic is still at the cleaners, so I'm going to try to amuse you with another 3 am peice of work. Its Dark, REALLY DARK. Please don't read it if you're bothered by...um...::oh god:: It was one of those stories you wake up the next day, look at it, and say, "Did I write this???" And I did...and my friends said I should post it, so I am, but not without fair warning. Its a lime...I think. Its got sex, but nothing graphic, ne. I call it "Cherry-flavored..." heehee Anyways send hate mail to tenshinox@yahoo.com and visit your cruel destiny @ http://www.geocities.com/tenshinox (My new site is alomost done, nE!) And I'll get that Nataku fic done asap, ne. Saa... Until The Promised Day, Yours, TenshinoX "Let he who seeks understanding contemplate the number of the BEAST, for it is the number of a man: his number is 666" ~~~ Cherry-Flavored By TenshinoX It was a bother. Seishirou Sakurazuka would have to go through a list of chores before he could get what he really wanted out of an evening at the Sumeragi residence. The house was quiet, and unfortunately Hokuto slept with one eye open, so he would have to charm her asleep first. She was not as skilled as her brother, luckily, in the ways of onmyoujitsu, and never bothered to set up any sort of magical barrier while she slept. It was almost too easy to lay a hand over her eyes and make her fall into a deeper slumber, one that would not be broken until he willed it so. She would loosen all tension of the light sleep she usually donned, and let herself slip further into her dreams. Seishirou would kindly tuck the blanket around her sleeping form and leave her there, Hokuto unknowing of his further activities and or intentions. Subaru was a different matter. The gloves had made him paranoid, and he slept with tightly strung wards about him made like trip wires, warning him of another's presence, and jarring him out of his dreamland to confront his midnight visitor, usually his sister. Subaru knew it was strictly forbidden for anyone else to look upon his naked hands, and so even though he slept with his black silk gloves in place, he still set up his own protections. But he was a fool to think they could possibly deter the Sakurazukamori. Even before he entered the room, the first "/On/" would be muttered, and by the time the doorknob was turned, Subaru was sent further into his maddening dreams of sakura and blood. Seishirou smiled there in the dark. So innocent, laying there, his arm propped up by his head, his pale cheek resting peacefully on his dainty palm. His legs, clothed in gray brushed cotton, stretched out lazily along the expanse of the white sheets, pliable like young branches shooting off from a tree in springtime. His hair framed his face, giving his sleeping form an angelic quality; his long black eyelashes lay peacefully on his high and delicate cheekbones. It was here, that Seishirou liked to pretend. He'd don his mask, even though nobody was there to see it, and sit on the edge of the bed, the springs creaking slightly under his weight. His hand would steal across the bed and rest in Subaru's hair. He'd lean over and bury his nose there in his raven black strands, inhaling the unique mixture of cherry and mint that made up his soft and unthreatening scent. Even though Subaru was far into his subconscious, he would sometimes respond to Seishirou, turning his head in his direction, making a soft sound as his lips were brushed with soft fingertips, as his hair was brushed off of his brow, as a kiss descended onto his ear. Seishirou truly enjoyed the boy's beauty. He's take the small form into his arms and rock him back and forth softly, knowing what dreams held the others mind; dreams of a young man who had killed a girl and made a bet. Dreams that explained the meaning of the pink Sakura blossoms that would always find their way into his life. So he'd hold him there, for what would seem like hours, until either boredom or his instincts would take over, and he'd either leave or find himself undoing Subaru's pajama bottoms. Sakura blossoms that would steal his very soul. Oh, the pleasure he took from him as he'd drive his body into Subaru's, earning little gasps from the sleeping boy, even moans as he dreamt god-knows-what. Even so, after it was over and Seishirou laid sweaty and spent by the Sumeragi's side, he'd often erase all of the younger's memory of that night, even if it was just dreams. He'd rest then, feeling the cold sensation creep back over his limbs, clutching the boy to himself as if he could somehow teach him how to feel, how to be warm. But he always failed, and he felt a sudden and fleeting anger towards the boy lying in his arms, as if it was all his fault. Seishirou would sit astride the sleeping boy, glaring down at him with glittering honey-colored eyes. His hands would creep around to the Sumeragi's small and delicate neck, encircling there like ivy, tightening their grip on his windpipe until his body was half lifted off the bed and Seishirou could hear Subaru choking in his sleep. He'd let the Sumeragi go then, tumbling back further into the downy pillows, realizing he did not want to waste his beautiful toy just yet. His beautiful mannequin that he could shape any way he wanted, whose soul was so open and impressionable that Seishirou alone had control over what person Subaru would or could grow up to be. He'd charge Subaru with his glittering eyes, running fingers over his skin, listening to the sighs he shook from him at such touches. Even though he was the Sakurazukamori, and his heart made of cold and unbreakable stone, beautiful things still fascinated him. It demanded a good deal of effort on his part to make sure he was constantly surrounded by aesthetically pleasing things. He felt a sort of passion for such matters, perhaps close to love. And Subaru was indeed beautiful. It was beautiful the way that the moonlight hit his damp face and added shadows that only seemed to accentuate his delicate features, and the way that his breath came fluttering past his pale lips, slowly but surely regaining its natural pattern. Beautiful how Subaru's crystalline tears would roll down those flushed cheeks, catching the light of the stars for just a split second in time, before falling and becoming absorbed by the down pillow he laid his angelic head upon. Subaru was beautiful, and for that Seishirou loved him. Loved him like a scoop of cherry flavored shaved ice that would inevitablymelt in your mouth leaving behind a slight and pleasurable flavor. \Subaru is just as temporary,\ he assured himself, \and its up to me when I melt him.\ Satisfied, he'd pull the covers around the other's slight form, putting the mask back into place, lifting the soft black hair feathered over Subaru's brow, and planting a gentle kiss there. Rising from the bed where he'd been leisurely enjoying his prey for the last few hours in almost silence, he'd politely place his feet in the house shoes, wearing them to the window where he put on his own black oxfords. Words would be whispered, to release the holds he held on the twins and their odd sleeping patterns, so that they would wake tomorrow, refreshed and happy, but none the wiser as to who Sakurazuka Seishirou really was. He turned, to give a last look to the boy as the cold wind from the open window ruffled his hair slightly, and he turned over on his side, sighing with a half-smile. \Sweet dreams, Subaru-kun.\ And then he was gone. ~Owari~ ________________ send hate mail to: Tenshinox@yahoo.com</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>