Loving True

Breaking Point

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 21:47:02 GMT

Breaking Point

By animechick262003

Chapter Three

Relax and Release!

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of explicit sex between male x female, male x male and a masturbation scene. If any of what I have written is offensive. STOP NOW!

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“Not the time!? Hasn’t been briefed!?” Lelouch grumbled watching with growing irritation as the reporters relayed the news of their recent attacks and the less then interested response of his brother as he was ushered out of view of the cameras and into one of the rooms just off the hall. “Schneizel!” Lelouch hissed, knocking the television from it stand to the floor effectively ending the broadcast.

“Ah…ah, and we only just got that one today,” C.C. pouted reminding Lelouch of her ever present company. She was stretched out on the chase near his bedroom door as usual. Honestly, sometimes when he looked at her she, looked more like a cat, then an actual person curled up there. “Breaking them won’t bring her back, Lelouch.” C.C. said watching as he stormed across the room.

Plopping down on its heavily cushioned seat of a near by sofa, he reclined back, draping his arm across his brow. Things over the recent months were not working to his specifications. He planned down to the tiniest of details methods that would ensure the return of Kallen to the ranks of the Black Knights. Releasing an exasperated breath, he turned his head slightly and peered at the moon illuminated chess board that rested in the center of the table. Lelouch studied the board intensely same as he had every night since Kallen had fallen into their enemies hands. Even with only the faintest of light he could clearly discern where each and every piece sat. Retracing every move, he sought the answers that would clarify for him once and for all just where he’d gone wrong. Just what miscalculation had caused his failure? What misstep had caused this mental war game with his brother to once again end in his brothers favor?

Still, for as astute as he was examining the board before him for answers, he was utterly oblivious to the woman who watched him with twisted delight. There was no maliciousness on her part, but C.C. could do little to stifle the wicked grin that eased onto her small pink lips. She, same as he, was troubled that their companion had been captured and hidden deep within their enemy’s territories. After, all Kallen was their ace pilot, one of the best fighters they had on their side, and it would prove too troublesome to lose her. Of course, C.C. realized that Lelouch’s motivation for getting the other woman back ran deeper then even the young prince realized. But that was neither here nor there as far a C.C. was concerned. At that moment, there was something far more interesting before her, something she’d come to anticipate and savor with the utmost delight as she’d transitioned her role beyond that of just a mere companion, into one of comforter.

C.C. dragged her light green eyes over Lelouch slowly drinking in the vision of him. There was simply something wickedly exquisite in the sight of him laying there, his black buttoned down shirt, falling open, revealing the plains of his yet transitioning body neither child, burgeoning man. His skin was white, ghostly beneath the moonlight that shone over it. His limbs were long, his shoulders wide, and although he lacked the muscular attributes found on most youth his age, he was no less beautiful. But for C.C. there was one area that had become a particular source of pleasure in recent months.

C.C. dropped her eyes to black jean clad legs, more specifically, the bulge in the center where his zipper met his button, and her eyes narrowed as she honed in to the source of her growing excitement. Who’d have thought a mere boy possessed such a superb specimen. The secret place between her thighs pulsed as she recalled all the ways she’d enjoyed it last. Tasting, licking, straddling, riding him, his narrow hips meeting her slender ones eagerly, there on that couch. Sitting up, C.C lowered her legs over the side of the chase, planting her feet firmly on the floor. Cool hardwood panels pressed into the soles of her feet as she stood.

In an instance, she was bee lining towards Lelouch who’d only a second to spot her movement before she was once again taking her place atop of him. The heavy cushions that supported him, sunk slightly under the added weight.

“You look troubled,” she said, sliding her hands across the plains of his chest, across his stomach, and resting them on the buttons of his trousers.

“What do you think you’re doing, witch?” Lelouch asked, his violet eyes catching her green.

A smile spread over C.C.’s small lips at his inquiry. The game would commence same as it had from the first night they taken comfort in one another’s arms. He would inquire of her motives. Coyly decline her offer, his beautifully pale face tinting intense crimson, as she moved forward with her efforts, taking liberties with him until he succumbed to the whims of his young body. It was a fairly amusing game, one she’d comes to enjoy, she realized leaning forward, bringing their faces closer.

“I’m not interested?” he said as the familiar red hue began to fill his cheeks.

“Really?”

“Really,” he declared. “I have no desire for these sorts of things. Even less time. There are strategies that have to be thought out…plans to-“his words faded as C.C. cupped his crotch, taking hold of his semi-erect cock.

“No desire you say,” C.C. giggled. “Then what is this bulge, Lelouch? You aroused or are hiding things in your pants?”

Giving his cock a squeeze, C.C. watch with immense glee as Lelouch began to squirm beneath her.

“Do not toy with me, witch. Even if my mind is not willing, I am still a man.”

“Do you think that you will be able to think clearly…rationally being this tense, Lelouch?”

“I’ve worked under far harsher conditions. You of all people should know this situation with Kallen is no exception, C.C.”

But this time is very much an exception, you silly boy, C.C. contemplated saying but considering that Lelouch himself had yet to realize the true motivation behind his actions, and the irrational behavior it prompted, she thought better of it. Besides, what was there to be gained in making the man she was in the midst of seducing realize his feeling for another? No, she would allow him to figure this one out for himself.

“Yes, you have dealt with far harsher realities and overcome them brilliantly. I do not deny this, but a relaxed state of mind will help you see and think clearer. Let me help you.”

“And you think this will help me?” he asked glancing to fingers that worked feverishly to undo the buttons on his pants. “What is it that a woman can do that can’t be found with a good stiff drink?” he smirked glancing to the bar he’d had added to his quarters only a week earlier.

“You’re stressed, Lelouch,” she answered lowering his zipper, “…and this…this is something we women can do.” She finished pulling his now fully erect cock free of his black jeans. Despite himself, the smug expression of defiance he’d presented quickly faded as the rosy hue of his cheeks deepened to crimson. “Relax and release it all. For tonight, Lelouch, leave all your worries, and come with me.”

C.C. said, trailing her fingers around the bulbous head. Lelouch subconsciously jerked forward, plunging more of his fully aroused length into her palm. Slowly, she began to work her hand up and down, tugging gently on the taunt blood engorged skin.

“C.C.,” Lelouch moaned as her lips came down on his neck. Pushing her small pink tongue through her lips, she proceeded to create a hot wet trail across his chest, over his abs, resting briefly below his navel.

Rising to her haunches, C.C continued to stroke his shaft, from base to tip, evoking small clear eruptions the spill from the opening on the head. The throbbing between her thighs was full force now as images of their previous encounters played through her head. The sound of his voice, the feel of his body as he jerked and shuddered in response to her touch, the taste of him as she drank the thick salty offering of his cock as he reached his peek. Yes, she wanted that feeling and she would have it, she thought leaning forward, and sucking him deep into the warm wet hollow of her mouth.

“C.C.,” Lelouch gasped, tangling his fingers in the strands of her lime green hair. Up and down she bobbed her head, leaving slick, hot trails of saliva over his cock, and he met her eager sucking with even more eager thrust.

Every muscle in his lean body tensed as he was sucked deeper and deeper in her awaiting throat. Wave after of wave of pleasure crashed down over him washing away every thought he’d had until that moment. Yes, this feeling of pure bliss, losing himself to this moment, forgetting all of his woes, however brief, was what he needed. It seemed the witch knew him far better then anyone. Over and over he plunged himself, deeper, harder and faster, C.C. greedy hot mouth sucking him clear out of his sanity, drawing him closer and closer to what would be a beautiful end.

“C.C.,” he grunted her name again as she worked her tongue around the head of his length, down his shaft, to the sack of limp skin nestled at the base. She sucked and licked him, her hand pumping in chime with the movement of her mouth along his shaft. Up and down she repeated the maneuver of dragging her soft pink lips across his aching flesh twice more before sucking him back into her mouth. Lower and lower she carried her head completely swallowing him. Over and over again she worked exacting her sweet torment. Lelouch’s head thrashed from side to side as he pumped his hips forward. Yes. Yes, it was pure bliss… heaven this spell of which she cast over his body, melting his every worry away, he needed more, he thought pulling back and pressing forward, her soft lips gliding across his aroused flesh. He was so close…so

“C.C.,” he grunted, gripping firmly the back of her head, forcing her face to his groin as he thrust a final time every muscle in his body tensing as his cock erupted, spilling his desire down her throat and hungrily, C.C. sucked down the salty treat of which she worked so hard to get.

Slowly, C.C. dragged her lips and fingers up his twitching shaft a final time milking free the last of his release. Panting like crazy Lelouch lay limply on the couch, but they were far from done. Hoisting the short white skirt she wore up around her hips, C.C. once again straddled him. In seconds, the center of her womanhood was pressed firmly against his shaft. Instantly, memories of their last encounter rushed to his mind, the feel of her supple breast in his palm, her nipple, taunt against his tongue, and him plunged deep within her feminine sheath. The images raw, and hot floating through his mind was all the prompting a heavily aroused male needed.

Lelouch quickly flipped C.C. to her back and claimed his place between her thighs. One hand pinning her wrist high above her head, Lelouch used the other to tear away thin barrier of under garments. Nakade and bathed in moonlight she lay beneath him, her pale green eyes lit with mischief, her green hair spilling over the sofa’s edge. Just gazing at her made that part of him that was male twitch with anticipation. She was a portrait of haunting beauty and his for the taking.

“Do not hold, back. Lose yourself in me, Lelouch. Come-give it to me… all of your hatred, your frustration over losing her to your brother. Let this witch’s body feel your release,” She taunted thrusting her hips forward to tease his shaft with her slit.

Lelouch buried his face against her neck and in a low gruff voice C.C. had grown to love over the months said, “If it is my frustrations and hatred you desire, you shall have them…. all over your body, witch.”

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Hours had gone by since he’d first arrived at the Prince’s quarters. Already the sounds of the birds waking chirps could be heard filtering from on the other side of the window pane , and the fire in the hearth had long ago ceased it’s glow. Under normal circumstances, the prince would have taken his fill of him and sent him from his chamber before the sun rose. Not that it was unusual for a Knight to keep company with those he served under. However, keeping company every night for hours on end and leaving in the morning…well that would guarantee suspicious glares. And there was nothing to be gained from rumors. What went on between them was a private matter, not that either of them was ashamed of their sexuality. It was simply, Prince Schneizel was a personal man and whom he took to his bed was no ones business was the reason the prince had given for their late nigh rendezvous and pre-dawn parting of ways.

In reality, Suzaku had no problems with this arrangement. He, like the prince, felt his personal life was not up for speculation. And so the arrangement was one he completely accepted. But all of this had changed in a matter of a day. Now, here he lay in the prince’s bed, and dawn was just around the corner. Perhaps even seconds away, Suzaku mused with worry, but Suzaku knew well that even if he were to point this fact out the other man, running on heightened sexual desire would hardly bat an eye at the revelation. And all of this because-Suzaku closed his eyes and let his mind carry him back to the encounter with Earl Maldini. As usual the other man had come as a messenger to deliver the Prince’s request. He wanted to meet in his chamber.

And same as he had so many nights before, he’d met the prince’s request, showing up promptly at the arranged time prepared to spend yet another blissful night together. But their meeting the previous night was everything and then some. From the moment he’d walked through the prince’s chamber door, every word that had come from the other mans mouth had been Kallen. He’d wanted to know everything down to the tiniest details. Not that it was uncommon for talks of her to come about. After all, most of their meetings were arranged under the guise of discussing methods of getting information out of her…the truth of just who was behind the mask of Zero. But this night was different.

There was a twinkle in the other man’s eyes as they discussed the crimson haired beauty, a twinkle that he recognized because he too had felt it only hours earlier during her bath. In Schneizel eyes, Suzaku saw the look of a man who’d been struck with an eye opening revelation. The reality was, they were not merely holding a rebel and ace pilot of the Black Knights. In their midst was a woman that was not only lethal on the battlefield, Kallen Stadtfield was lethal on their bodies. Even as he laid there, his body being taken over and over gain, Suzaku could recall clearly the conversation that had brought them to the place of insatiable desire.

“Did you enjoy it, Lord Suzaku?” Schneizel asked yanking Suzaku’s shirt over his head and pushing him back onto the bed.

“Enjoyed it?”

“Do not feign ignorance. You know well of what I speak,” Lord Suzaku, Schneizel continued collapsing on top of him and taking his hand-the hand that he’d used only and hour earlier to clean Kallen in his. “Touching her, running your hands across her breast, the feel of her hard pink nipples pressed into your palm. The feel of the soft, perfectly rounded moons of her ass, the sensation of that secret part of her brushing gently over your finger tips as hot soapy water cascaded down the insides of her thighs. Did you enjoy it, Lord Suzaku, the feel of her climax, dripping over this hand,” the prince finished bringing Suzaku’s hand to his nose. He inhaled deep, taking in a hearty whiff of Kallen’s lingering scent. And then, without warning, he pulled the younger male’s fingers into his mouth..

“My Prince!” Suzaku whimpered his body heating as he took in the look of pure lust dancing across the other man’s face. Yes, he too had felt that, touching her silky supple flesh. A desire to touch taste, but he’d tried so hard not to. Suzaku pinched his eyes shut pushing back the memory. It was too much of a betrayal, visioning a woman being violated against her will in that way . Oh but how his body was feeling it. “My Prince, it wasn’t like that-“

“Do not kid yourself, Lord Suzaku. It is precisely as it seemed. Even your body acknowledges it.” Schneizel said gripping Suzaku’s hard member between his strong hands

“My Prince,” Suzaku gasped as the other man began to stroke the bulge hidden inside his trousers. He wasn’t that kind of man, getting aroused at the sight of a bound helpless woman, was he? He hadn’t the time to ponder the answer to that question he realized as he suddenly found himself being subjected to a reenactment of the day’s events.

“My Prince!” Suzaku called frantically as his hands were bound with identical leather bindings to that of which he’d used on Kallen and tied to the headboard. “What are you planning?” Suzaku asked watching as the prince tightened to the straps painfully over his wrist.

“Releasing us both from that woman’s spell,” Schneizel answered sliding over the younger male and pulling him into a deep kiss. Their tongues danced in heated rhythm as Schneizel ground his pelvic down, letting their hard members meet. That had been the beginning, of what seemed endless. Not that he was particularly eager to have it end either, Suzaku thought as he body was hit with another succession of pleasure filled tremors, causing his toes to curl over the sweat soaked sheets.

Schneizel thrust harder, and faster, pulling the younger male’s slender body forward to meet his excited entry. A mixture of pain and pleasure wracked Suzaku’s body as leather straps bit into his flesh and his tight hole was assaulted mercilessly by Schneizel thick shaft. Sweat poured from every pour on his body, causing his dark curly lochs to stick to his forehead. Over and over again, Schneizel continued the act of stretching and filling him to capacity. He’d seen the prince lively, worked up on desire, but he’d never seen him like this, but he understood the other man’s feelings. Suzaku understood more then he cared to just why his lover was responding in this way. Kallen. Yes, Kallen, he thought shutting his eyes, pulling forth the bewitching image. Her body wet and glistening, his hands between her thighs, her heat over his hands, remembering what he knew Schneizel was using his body his body in an effort to forget, made him harden. He needed release and he wouldn’t have to wait he realized as Schneizel struck the trigger hidden deep inside his body

“Yes!” Suzaku blurted driven by sexual ecstasy as the tip of the other man’s cock stroked his sensitive button. Every muscle in his body hardened as he was yanked forward his ass meeting Schneizel hips as his thrust grew faster and shallower until…until

“My Prince!” Suzaku moaned as the tip of his cock erupted sending hot, sticky juices to his stomach, and Schneizel was quick to follow.

“Lord Suzaku,” Schneizel grunted, frozen with desire as Suzaku’s muscles constricted around his cock, milking free every hot drop of his release.

Minutes past and both men lay quietly on the bed, Suzaku’s hands still bound to the headboard, Schneizel still submerged deep inside of him, as aroused as the moment he first slipped inside of him. But there was nothing more that could be done to sate the prince. Suzaku glanced to the window taking in the sight of dawns first light as it passed through the window illuminating what had been a pitch black room. Time was up.

“My Prince-“

“I know,” Schneizel said his voice carrying a hint of irritation Suzaku had never heard, at least not when it came to their partings. There was only one reason. The same reason that had kept them bound to that bed and locked in desire till the sun rose. “Avalon,” Schneizel said unsheathing himself from Suzaku’s warmth and sitting back on his haunches. Yellow light bounced off of richly golden lochs and it was as if the Schneizel was shimmering sitting there, holding his gaze. But his admiration of the other man’s beauty was fleeting as Schneizel leaned forward, taking his restraints in hand.

“Avalon? What about it?” Suzaku asked as Schneizel worked to undo his bindings.

“I want her moved there.”

“Why?” Suzaku asked although from the night he’d spent as the chosen method to sate the Prince’s new found desire was more then enough to answer the inquisition, he couldn’t help asking.

“Because, Lord Suzaku…” Schneizel said getting from the bed and walking towards the bathroom. “…I have decided. I will break that woman my way.”

Schneizel disappeared into the bathroom and in seconds Suzaku was on his feet and following after him. He couldn’t mean. He wouldn’t. “My Prince, I must reason with you. Kallen is not a woman to be trifled with. She is dangerous.” Suzaku said watching from the doorway as the Prince cut on the waters and then slipped into the shower. He’d read the look on his lovers face, it was one of pure desire, desire to have Kallen. But Kallen was not only a warrior from the rebel faction she was a woman with immense pride. If the Prince carried out what he suspected he intended to, it would shatter her. Even if she was an enemy that sided with a group whose tactics left much to be desired, there was no way he would allow something like this to happen. “Lord Suzaku?” Schneizel called sticking his head out of the shower.

“Yes, My Prince?”

“Will you join me?”

“Yes My Prince,” Suzaku answered walking over and taking up in the shower with the other man. Once inside, Suzaku found himself pinned against the warm walls of the shower as Schneizel spoke.

“You do not trust me, Lord Suzaku?”

“It’s not my place to question your motives, My Prince.” Suzaku answered

“But you are questioning my motives. Do you think I would do something harmful to the girl?”

“I do not believe that, My Lord would intentionally harm her, but-“

“But?”

“But the look, My Lord. Your look …I know it well because it is my own.”

“And what look might that be, Lord Suzaku?”

“The look of desiring something from the bottom of your being, my Lord”

Schneizel’s eyes narrowed to slits hearing Suzaku’s reply. Yes his look was that of a man whose thirst ran deep, who been aroused beyond imagining, and by a damned half breed no less. Suzaku was right and it unnerved him. Being able to read him so clearly, perhaps he’d become a bit too comfortable with the boy, seeing him too often.

Schneizel stepped forward cupping Suzaku’s face in his hands. “You are right, Lord Suzaku, there is something I desire. More then anything, but it is not that woman. It is the knowledge she posses as to the identity of our foe. I will have it.”

“And by what means does, My Prince intend to get it?” Suzaku asked searching Schneizel’s face for a sign of deception. If he found even the tiniest hint that the Prince’s intentions were less then honorable, he would…he would-he wasn’t sure what’d he do, but he’d find a way to protect Kallen if need be.

“I realize that our relationship is a complex one, Knight by day, lover by night. I suppose my behavior has somewhat blurred the lines for you. And so, I will take this opportunity to clear up this misunderstanding. I am the second in line to the thrown of the Brittanian Empire, and your master. As a lowly servant here by our graciousness alone, you will not question my orders ever if you desire to keep your place amidst our ranks. I suggest you remember this in the future. Now if you would please, wash my back.” Schneizel ordered turning so that he would no longer have to view eyes that seemed to peer into his soul. He couldn’t stand it, some one getting this close to him. As soon as he had Suzaku carry out his orders, and bring the girl to Avalon, he’d send him away for awhile. And then he would take his time breaking her, Kallen of the Black Knights.

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A moan ecstasy ripped from her throat as nimble fingers worked there magic on the bundle of nerve hidden by soft cotton panties. Kallen rocked her hips quickly back and forth, her fingers plunging in and out of her warm wet depths. Not sense she was a girl, freshly realizing the promises of her blossoming body had she explored herself this way. And never in a million years, would she have imagined doing so in a place like this…a cell, her prison but she couldn’t help it. Since she’d first returned and was strapped to her bed the only thing she could think about was what had taken place during her bath. The feel of Suzaku’s hands on her skin as hot water dripping over flesh and down her legs, a mixture of finger tips and sponge, grazing her clit, making her shutter with ecstasy. The more she thought the more she wanted it… more of that feeling, only she wanted him to be the source of it, the reason her body shook with excitement.

“Lelouch,” She called his name out in the empty cell bringing forth images of the dark haired, striking male with the violet eyes. Yes, this feeling wouldn’t be wrong if instead of Suzaku it was Lelouch’s hands that explored her body. Lelouch’s palm in which her nipples pressed, Lelouch’s hand roaming across her ass, and slipping between her thighs. Kallen dropped to her back her chains rattling as she spread her legs wide over the small twin sized bed. In and out she plunged her fingers, rocked her hips, her sense growing more and more intoxicated by her arousal. Her body was an inferno setting her sanity ablaze with desire? Her mind was a mass of confusion as anger and lust pooled together. Kallen bit her bottom lip swallowing back the tears that threatened to overflow from annoyance with herself and her reaction to such a small encounter. Such wanton thinking was she truly Kallen of the Black Knights. Was she truly, Kallen who’d sworn everything to Lelouch she questioned as she pulled her self over the cliffs of desire. Her entire being vibrated as she was hit with her sixth orgasm.

Panting, she lay quietly on her bedding, tears streaming down her face as the last reverberations of her momentarily lapse in judgment subsided, but not without leaving behind a reminder. She was truly a woman. Kallen had chosen to forget this fact when she ‘d taken up arms in pursuit of liberation for Japan, but at the hands of her enemies she’d been reminded there are some things she could never escape, a body that could be provoked by desire was one. Still, they hadn’t broken her yet. For however frail her judgment may have been as long as she continued to reach for him, for Lelouch, she wouldn’t be broken. Desire, no matter how strong, would not be her Breaking Point.

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Well that’s the latest installment. Thank you all for stopping by to read my humble writings, and as always, if you enjoyed it, don’t be scared to say so!

Breaking Point

By animechick262003

Chapter Three

Relax and Release!

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of explicit sex between male x female, male x male and a masturbation scene. If any of what I have written is offensive. STOP NOW!

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“You look troubled,” she said, sliding her hands across the plains of his chest, across his stomach, and resting them on the buttons of his trousers.

“What do you think you’re doing, witch?” Lelouch asked, his violet eyes catching her green.

“I’m not interested?” he said as the familiar red hue began to fill his cheeks.

“Really?”

“No desire you say,” C.C. giggled. “Then what is this bulge, Lelouch? You aroused or are hiding things in your pants?”

Giving his cock a squeeze, C.C. watch with immense glee as Lelouch began to squirm beneath her.

“Do not toy with me, witch. Even if my mind is not willing, I am still a man.”

“Do you think that you will be able to think clearly…rationally being this tense, Lelouch?”

“I’ve worked under far harsher conditions. You of all people should know this situation with Kallen is no exception, C.C.”

“Yes, you have dealt with far harsher realities and overcome them brilliantly. I do not deny this, but a relaxed state of mind will help you see and think clearer. Let me help you.”

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“Did you enjoy it, Lord Suzaku?” Schneizel asked yanking Suzaku’s shirt over his head and pushing him back onto the bed.

“Enjoyed it?”

“Do not kid yourself, Lord Suzaku. It is precisely as it seemed. Even your body acknowledges it.” Schneizel said gripping Suzaku’s hard member between his strong hands

“My Prince!” Suzaku moaned as the tip of his cock erupted sending hot, sticky juices to his stomach, and Schneizel was quick to follow.

“Lord Suzaku,” Schneizel grunted, frozen with desire as Suzaku’s muscles constricted around his cock, milking free every hot drop of his release.

“My Prince-“

“Avalon? What about it?” Suzaku asked as Schneizel worked to undo his bindings.

“I want her moved there.”

“Why?” Suzaku asked although from the night he’d spent as the chosen method to sate the Prince’s new found desire was more then enough to answer the inquisition, he couldn’t help asking.

“Because, Lord Suzaku…” Schneizel said getting from the bed and walking towards the bathroom. “…I have decided. I will break that woman my way.”

“Yes, My Prince?”

“Will you join me?”

“Yes My Prince,” Suzaku answered walking over and taking up in the shower with the other man. Once inside, Suzaku found himself pinned against the warm walls of the shower as Schneizel spoke.

“You do not trust me, Lord Suzaku?”

“It’s not my place to question your motives, My Prince.” Suzaku answered

“But you are questioning my motives. Do you think I would do something harmful to the girl?”

“I do not believe that, My Lord would intentionally harm her, but-“

“But?”

“But the look, My Lord. Your look …I know it well because it is my own.”

“And what look might that be, Lord Suzaku?”

“The look of desiring something from the bottom of your being, my Lord”

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Well that’s the latest installment. Thank you all for stopping by to read my humble writings, and as always, if you enjoyed it, don’t be scared to say so!

Breaking Point

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 19:02:54 GMT

NC-17 (This means lots of sex!)

Kallen x Schneizel, Kallen x Lelouch

Yeah!! I got reviews! Lol…I know I’m a pathetic review whore…well not really. I just really like knowing that there are others enjoying what I have written as much as I am enjoying writing it.

Thank you! Ginn-Chi. You know I am a devout Lelouch x Kallen fan, and this fic will definitely focus on them. However, after seeing Schneizel in ep 9 during the chess match between him and Lelouch, something in the way he smirked just struck me as sadistic. I can totally see him getting off on mind fucking a person which is why I chose him to carry out my sadistic and highly sexual plans of torture on Kallen. I also like Gino, and after reading your review, I have decided to add him in a future chapter!

Thank You! Cutie! I was soooo worried that the opening Yaoi chapter would prove a complete turn off and many would not give this fic a chance, but I guess there are some willing to brave even what they don’t particularly like in favor of a good hot story. Yeah for Hotness! P.S. I ‘m not much of a yaoi fan either but again, being a bi-sexual sadist seems to fit Schneizel perfectly.

Cielo-Thank You for your kind words! I am not much of a Yaoi writer truthfully, and was quite worried as to how the quality of my inexperience in writing such content would play out to the readers. Still, I felt the element of male x male infatuation, sexualization and manipulation would add to the story line! Reading your review, it seems my sentiments were correct. Thank You!

Maverick75- To receive such an emotionally charged response from you I must be doing my job. Yeah!! After all, a good story touches deep within its readers. That being said, you’d be happy to know that the thought of Kallen losing her memories doesn’t sit well with me either as I am a huge Kallen x LL fan.

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LordAnubis- you didn’t review but you did add me to your alerts. Thank You!

Now that I have properly thanked you all, on with the show!!

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Breaking Point

Chapter Two

Bath Time!

Warning: Hard language and extreme sexual overtones and acts not suitable for children under 18!

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It was an act to thoroughly humiliate her and strip away any ounce of human dignity she had left. As if being captured by her enemy, locked in a cell, and chained to a wall twenty hours out of her waking day wasn’t bad enough, he would do this? Kallen jerked on the chain that held her in the center of the large chamber, and bit violently on the leather straps that had been shoved into her mouth as if she was some sort of horse. Damn you! She voicelessly screamed as her eyes settled on the cause of her frustration. Casually, he moved through the large white room making preparations to carry out the threat he levied only a day before.

“…as of tomorrow, I will be the one assisting you with your baths…”

She hadn’t wanted to believe that Suzaku would actually go this far. There was no way, she’d told herself. He was, well, male after all, and she was female, and there were boundaries that should not be crossed. But he had gone that far. Just as the sun had dipped behind the evening horizon, he had shown up wholly prepared to carry out what he’d promised to. She was not even afforded a minute to protest as he made his way into her cell.

Determined green eye held her blue as he walked towards her. She never even saw it coming–what happened next. His hand slipped beneath the white gown she wore completely startling her. Briefly, a warm finger trailed over slender hips and was followed by a stinging sensation on her thigh near her buttocks. She hadn’t even a moment to comprehend what was happening to her because in seconds she was dazed and just barely keeping her eyes open.

“What did you…you do…to me?” Kallen remembered asking. She’d watched through heavy lids as his mouth began to move. She couldn’t hear his words because of the ringing in her ears, but there was no mistaking what he’d said, because she’d clearly read his lips.

“Its bath time”

It wasn’t until she’d awakened and found herself stripped of her clothing, and chained in the center of the massive chamber did she realize what Suzaku had done. As if she were some beast in the wild, he’d tranquilized her and moved her to this place. Of course, it didn’t take her long to recognize the white walled chamber with the overlooking control room as the processing center for new arrivals to the prison base. She’d been here before when she’d first arrived, and experienced first hand what it was to be reduced to nothing as her freedom was stripped away.

Probing eyes had watched from over head, as she along with others who’d supposedly committed some grievous violation against the Britannian Empire were stripped bear and sprayed with high beams of water and body sanitizers used for killing off any infectious diseases detainees may have been carrying. She could still hear the cat calls and lewd suggestion made by the guards as they took in the sight of the nude women amongst the group.

“How’d you like to fuck the blonde?” had said one guard

“I’m more interested in fucking the pretty red head with the nice tits,” had laughed another

That was the first time in her life she’d ever been so humiliated, standing here completely naked in front of the man whom she’d once called friend, but now was her sworn enemy, was proving her second. Kallen looked over to Suzaku in time to witness him remove his uniform jacket, and roll up the sleeves of the black shirt he wore underneath. Turning on the water supply, he gathered the hose and an oversized sponge dripping with liquid soap and proceeded towards her. Fear and rage reared up in her all at once. Did he really intend to go through with this? Did he intend to tear into the few remaining remnants of her sanity by performing such a crude act? Damn you! She angrily grunted a second time, swinging her body in his direction to find her movements being cut short by the restraints on her hands and feet. If only she wasn’t chained! If only-She felt a hot rush of tears quickly swelling and promptly closed her eyes preventing any from slipping out.

She couldn’t! She wouldn’t…not after so long without showing any sign of weakness before her enemies. No matter what they did, or said, she’d remained defiant. She sworn the moment she reached the Britannian Prison base to never be broken, and she would keep her promise to herself, and most importantly to him-

“Lelouch,” she whimpered his name as she let her mind carry her as she had so many times before when she was at her wits end and needed encouraging back to the moments that were most precious to her, back to when she was with him, the man who held more of her then he could ever know.

“Don’t worry, I gave strict orders that there is to be no one within ten feet of this place for the next hour. Anyone caught violating my command will be dealt a harsh penalty,” Suzaku spoke suddenly, snatching Kallen out of her thoughts and only moment of peace. Kallen’s eyes shot open fixating on the figure that stood but inches in front of her. She’d wholly planned to offer him her most menacing glare of death to illustrate to him just how infuriated she was that he’d dare go this far. In stead, when she opened her eyes and saw the pitiful beet faced scene before her, it was all she could do to keep from laughing.

The look on Suzaku’s face as he stood fumbling with the gigantic sponge and staring off at one of the chamber walls, was priceless. Being a soldier, and a soldier of Britannia no less, she would never have imagined seeing such a sight seeing how Britannian soldiers were notorious for their prowess with women, but Suzaku was literally a picture of innocence standing before her. She imagined not all of there bad habits had rubbed off on him just yet.

“I don’t like this any more then you do,” he started up once more, “… but after death threats and five escape attempts made by you resulting in staff being injured, the only other people who are willing to give you your bath are low ranking soldiers within the Britannian forces. I’m sure you can imagine what that would be like?” He said just managing to meet her gaze.

They watched one another briefly, before Kallen tore her gaze away choosing to focus on a wall in the distance. Yes, she could imagine what that would be like. There would be no bath involved only men doing what they pleased with her, and her as she was, would be incapable of doing a damn thing about it.

“Will you cooperate?” Suzaku asked stepping into her line of view and lifting the soapy sponge and hose eye level.

It was sickeningly frustrating her having to submit to the demands of a man she detested, but what other alternative did she have? With her record of escape attempts, there was no way Suzaku would trust her enough to allow her to bathe on her own. Not that his level of precaution was off the mark, since she would most certainly take advantage of any opportunities made available to her, and attempt to reclaim her freedom.

“Well, can we get started?” he asked once more. This time she nodded weakly. She didn’t like the fact that Suzaku would be the one touching her, and in the most intimate of places no less, but neither did she relish the prospect of smelling as if she’d just climbed out of a dumpster. Besides it was only a bath. It meant nothing.

Without further notice, Suzaku stepped back, and squeezed the handle on the hose, releasing a stream of hot water. Immediately steam began to fill the room. Suzaku aimed the hose at Kallen’s feet and after a few minutes, slowly lifted the nozzle, hitting her legs, her thighs, her stomach, her chest, her face, and last, her hair. When he’d thoroughly soaked her front, he proceed to the rear of her, and repeated his previous maneuver, starting first at her feet, along her legs, her ass, between her shoulder blade and the back of her neck. When he’d drenched her to his satisfaction, Suzaku dropped the hose at his feet, and proceeded to the next step.

He rounded her once more taking up his previous position in front of her. And although he was trying his damnest to approach what he was doing from a clinical perspective, he was completely unprepared for what the sight of naked, water glistened Kallen did to him. It was simply the most breathtaking scene if ever he’d seen one, her standing there, her hands conveniently restrained high above her head. Wet red tendrils clung to her face and neck. Her skin was a flawless white. Her breast were full, her nipples hard and as red as the hair that crowned her head. Seeing this much of her and feeling what he was feeling should have been enough, but it wasn’t, and before Suzaku could censure that part of him that was one hundred percent male, he let his eyes go even lower, witnessing the dip where her thighs met, and fire red hairs were gathered in a perfectly manicured strip.

Suzaku swallowed hard. This was the first time in all of his eighteen years, he’d ever seen something so lovely, but his admiration of Kallen would have to wait, he realized as she kicked her leg as far forward as the restraints she wore would permit, blinding him with soapy water.

“God Damn it!” he yelped in agony as the warm aloe scented waters stung his eyes. Stumbling forward, Suzaku grabbed the previously discarded hose, and quickly proceed to use the warm waters to flush out the stinging material. After what had seemed one hell of an agonizing length of time, Suzaku recovered. Eyes soap free, Suzaku quickly, made his way back to Kallen.

“What the hell was that for?” he barked and was met with muffled yet very angry screech of

“Pervert!” which caused his face to bleed over and intense shade of crimson.

“Pervert!?” Him…a pervert? He was not a pervert! He was a guy, an eighteen year old guy to be exact who’d had a lapse of judgment and let his hormones get the better of him, but a guy no less! “I’m not a pervert, but I am a guy in case you haven’t noticed! And you’re not exactly some frog princess!” He fired back.

It was Kallen’s turn to blush. Kallen stared at him with wide eyes confusion. Had she heard him correctly? Not exactly some frog princess? Did that mean he thought her to be…Kallen shook off the thought. It was too uncomfortable to fathom that this traitor actually saw her as a woman. Besides, there was only one whom she wanted to hear such words coming from and it most certainly wasn’t Suzaku Kururugi.

“Finish it!” Kallen barked the muffle order. Kallen watched through narrowed eyes as Suzaku mumbled something under his breath, then lowered to one knee taking her right leg into his hands. Satisfied that Suzaku had gotten the message she wouldn’t tolerate his perverted behavior, Kallen began to relax, or better, relax as much as a young girl could under the circumstances. She watched him a minute more, as he settled into his work, and then closed her eyes. It was one thing to have to surrender her will to her enemy and allow him to carry out something so embarrassing, it was an entire other to have to watch it being carried out. The sooner this was over, the better.

XXX

“You’ve heard that the Black Knights have carried out another attack on a military instillation similar to this, any comments?” yelled one reporter

“Why can’t the empire get these trouble makers under control?” questioned yet another still.

“This is neither the time nor place for this line of questioning. Prince Schneizel has only recently returned today. He hasn’t been briefed in regards to the matter and as a result, knows nothing of the circumstances surrounding this situation.” One of the escorts said in an effort to gain control over the group, but instead his efforts only seemed to rile them more.

Schneizel watched trough lack luster as eyes as his attendants was practically over run by reporters who’d stole into the base seeking answers regarding the latest attack carried out by Zero and his rebels. He should have been mortified that the reporters had been able to make it this deep within the base without notice. If reporters armed with nothing more then their camera could get this far, he’d hate to see how far armed assassins could get. The carelessness of the low ranking buffoons was inexcusable. Still, learning this latest revelation, it was all he could do to contain the malicious smile that threatened to ease onto his lips. Was she really that important to him-that red headed half breed pilot? Was she really worth the loss his younger brother had taken in recent months in his failed attempt to rescue her? How foolish!

I’d thought better of you, brother. I’d never imagined you going so far just to get one woman back-a woman! Who’d have imagined something so meaningless would prove your undoing. I am sorely, disappointed, Lelouch. Still, I can’t say that I am not enjoying watching you flounder around so foolishly. Let me see it Lelouch-let me see how it is you will reclaim your woman…

“Prince Schneizel?” a voice chimed in yanking Schneizel from his thoughts. Schneizel cast his eyes to the source of the voice, and found Lord Maldini pointing to a room just off the corridor.

“In here, My Prince,” Lord Maldini said waving him over.

Tired of the ruckus the group of reporters were making and eager to flee, Schneizel quickly darted through the opened door, and taking refuge in the small room.

“You should be safe here, My Lord.” Lord Maldini said, shutting he door behind them and propping up against it to keep pursuers out. Schneizel took a moment to look over his chosen haven, noting the endless panels of computer screens and large monitors that decorated the place.

“Where are we, Lord Maldini?”

“The processing control room for new arrivals to the base,” Maldini explained.

“I see and just how long do you expect me to stay here, Lord Maldini?” Schneizel asked in curt fashion.

“Not long at all, My Prince.” Lord Maldini answered giving the other man a squinted smile, “… In fact, I was going to take care of the matter personally, and while I’m at it, would , My Prince desire me to learn any of the details regarding this attack, and return with the news?” Maldini asked his playful grin, turning malicious.

“I’d like that very much, but please, be quick about it. After having to sit five hours with the old bastards from the American Counsel, I am quite famished.”

“The American dinner was not to my lords liking?”

“More like their deserts left much to be desired.” Schneizel said, taking a seat in a chair near the control room window.

“Could it be that my lord has become partial to the sweet delicacies found at the Britannian Base?”

Schneizel looked to Maldini and smirked “You know me well, Lord Maldini. Perhaps too well,” he finished narrowing his eyes.

“Come now, My Prince, you flatter me too much. I know you well, but I don’t know everything.”

“Would you like to know everything, Lord Maldini?”

“Perhaps,”

“Perhaps?” Schneizel smiled wickedly and reclined in his chair.” Is that why you continue to swear your undying loyalty to me knowing well what my plans are?”

“And you say I know you when you read me so well, My Prince.”

“Perhaps, but heed this warning my old friend. A desire for Knowledge is a good thing, but knowing too much can drive a man insane.”

It was Lord Maldini’s turn to smile devilishly. “Sanity is so overrated. Now if you’ll excuse me, there are reporters to be dealt with, and of course, the matter of your desert. Tell me, my prince, should I have him sent over immediately?”

“The sooner, the better.”

Maldini left, the room and Schneizel suddenly found himself alone in the cramped quarters. Quietly he carried his eyes over the place studying it for a second, before spinning in his chair to stare out of the control room windows. Schneizel was hardly prepared for the seen that greeted him.

“Suzaku!? Kallen Stadtfeld” was his startled call as lack luster eyes grew in size. He watched a moment as the younger walked over to the woman chained in the center of the chamber, and began to speak. He couldn’t hear what was saying but oh, how he wanted to, and quickly took steps to ensure that he would. Finding the power switch for the speaker system, he quickly turned it on and prepared to eaves drop.

“Will you cooperate?” Schneizel heard Suzaku ask and watched as Kallen weakly nodded her head yes.

The scene continued to play out, but oddly Schneizel found himself fazing out in favor of something a little more entertaining then the conversation that was transpiring between the two. This woman was the one his little brother was wagering everything for? This half breed? True, her skin was as white and as smooth as porcelain, her legs long and more graceful then any dancer. Her ass was incredible, her waist slim, her shoulders narrow, and her neck as graceful as a gazelles. Yes, she was most beautiful this red headed wench, so beautiful, that she was causing him stress beneath his robes.

“Hn…it’s been a while sense the sight of a woman has provoked me so. Is there something more to be learned of you, Kallen of the Black Knights?” he mused adjusting himself for comfort. But his pondering of just what his body’s reaction at the sight of her meant would have to be put on hold, Schneizel realized as he caught sounds he as a man of high sexual prowess was all too familiar with. It came first faintly, but as Suzaku carried the wet, soft sponge up Kallen’s leg, what had been a faint whimper of pleasure was quickly becoming audible.

“Ho…does the feel of that wet sponge on your body excite you so, Kallen of the Black Knights? And you…” he said glancing towards Suzaku, “… how will you respond my naïve, sweet? Will you feed her bodies fire? Will you sate her?” Schneizel laughed wickedly to himself and settled comfortably in his chair. And just when he’d thought the ambush of the reporters nothing but a nuisance that had prolonged him abating his own hunger, he’d stumbled onto this. How lucky for him. “This should prove interesting.”

XXX

It had happened so suddenly one moment she’d been trying to block out what was happening to her the next she was wholly surrendering and seeking more of it. His hands stroked across her thighs and Kallen bit down hard on the leather strap in her mouth in an effort to stifle the moan that threatened to break free. No…no…this couldn’t be happening. Why was she feeling this way…and for him no less? She wondered as her eyes settled on the brown haired figure who worked as if unaffected by the way she trembled uncontrollably….as if unaffected by the way her entire body was beginning to look like one huge cherry…as if unaffected by the way that each stroke of the sponge against her skin caused her whimper with delight in spite of herself.

Did he really not realize what he was doing to her…the affect such measured strokes had over her body Kallen wondered, and tried to discern from his expression as he stood and planted the soapy sponge on her stomach. But Kallen would gather nothing. Heavy brown bangs fell low across Suzaku’s forehead shadowing his eyes. His expression was blank, and he spoke none. He simply continued his task this time moving the sponge in a circular motion across her bear flesh. Another whimper subconsciously trickled out and her face deepened it rose tint, but he would not be swayed. He carried his hands up, resting the sponge first between her breast, then her left drawing the sponge all the way out to her red hardened tip, and then repeated the maneuver on her right.

He performed the act twice, on each breast forcing her breathing to rise a pitch. Continuing his silent onslaught, Suzaku moved behind her. He was close, so close, she realized as his breath danced hot across the back of her exposed neck. Another tremor of heat passed through her body, only this time it settled there, in that place. The sponge came to rest on her neck, between her shoulder blades, across her back, and came to rest on her ass. Her breathing was beyond erratic now. He said nothing and he did nothing, he simply stood, and for this she would have such a response.

She was disgusting, positively disgusting she silently chastised, but it would be to no avail, as Suzaku leaned forwards and whispered into her ear, “I have to touch you there. Will you open for me, Kallen?”

At the sound of his voice low and velvety against her ear, her heart raced. What was this sensation of treachery that was rearing up in her? Only one other had made her body burn so uncontrollably. Kallen snapped her eyes shut, reaching for the image of him, her dark haired, violet eyed prince.

“Lelouch,” Kallen mumbled under her breath in an effort to reclaim her sanity. After all she’d endured at the hands of their enemies and made it through, there was no way she could succumb to this!

“We have only fifteen minutes left before the other officers will be filing back into the room to process new detainees. Let me finish before that happens, Kallen.”Suzaku whispered into her ear, sending another hot wave through her body. His hand moved lower, bringing the sponge to rest near that most secret part of her. No he couldn’t …he wouldn’t, she trembled, but he would “…it will be over soon,” he said slipping the sponge between her weakly held close thighs.

Kallen sucked in long and deep, as Suzaku set to completing his task. Gently, he moved the sponge between her legs from back to front, it soft cushion surface striking her nerve center. No…No! Her mind screamed its objection but her body was quickly failing her. Over and over again, Suzaku performed the maneuver, the sponge grazing her clit as hot soapy waters drizzled down the inseam of her slender thighs. And before long, what had been grunts of protest mutated into whimpers of pleasure.

Slowly, uncharacteristically, she rocked her hips forward, seeking and receiving more of his sweet intended or unintended she wasn’t certain ministrations. Yes, this feeling of having her body go up in flame, she’d dreamed of it…only she’d dreamed of him being the reason for it, Lelouch. In stead, it was his enemy who would glean the pleasure. Suzaku towed the sponge a final time from rear to front, hitting the swollen nerve center along the way, and Kallen completely lost it, surrendering to her deepest fears, and for most desire. Trembling uncontrollably as her body was wracked with the aftershock of her orgasm, she tumbled back landing against Suzaku. Kallen glanced up to see him-to see the look of satisfaction on his face. In stead she found, him looking confused.

“Are you okay? Are you feeling faint? Do you need food?” Suzaku asked sympathetically, and to her horror.

Shame quickly reared its head as the implications of what had taken place came over her. How fucking stupid she’d been just now, thinking that Suzaku was intentionally tormenting her. How stupid she’d been to think that same as her he’d felt the temperature in the room rise when from the looks of him he hadn’t a clue as to what had just taken place. In fact, he believed her to be faint from starvation. If it wasn’t so pathetic, she may have actually laughed at the situation, but it was that pathetic. There in the place where she’d first lost her freedom Britannian Empire and to him her detested enemy, she lost a little more.

“Am I unraveling, Lelouch?”

XXX

Well I thought this a good place to stop. YEA!! I was really hesitant as to whether I would write the next chapter. I really am a Huge fan of CG and of LL x Kallen to be more precise. I wanted to explore the dynamics of their relationship especially when put through extremes. Can love prevail? Even as the writer of this fic, I don’t know. However, I don’t want to isolate fans of the series, and I was really worried that what I had written with high powered sexual stuff would run readers away. I’m glad some of you gave the fic a chance. Yes, there is male x male stuff, but as Ceilo pointed, out Schneizel is manipulative, and I don’t think he would take gender into consideration if in the end it would gain him what he wants. At this time I want to once again thank all who stopped by to read my humble fic, and even more those who have reviewed. You words, good bad, or indifferent are what keep me writing.

Breaking Point

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 18:57:57 GMT

A Code Geass Fanfiction

Rating:NC-17
Pairing: Kallen x Lelouch, Schneizel x Kallen, Schneizel x Kalleenx Suzaku

Summary: Every one has a Breaking Point, and Prince Schneizel is determined to find Kallen Stadtfield's.

Warning: This is primarily a het fiction with the predominate pairings being Kallen x Schneizel and Kallen x Lulu but there will be sex scenes with Bi-sexuality (Yaoi) featuring Suzaku x Schneizel and even some threesomes in early chapters. Please don’t flame! If you don’t like don’t read or simply skip over the parts that makes you uncomfortable. Thank You.

Breaking Point
By animechick262003

Chapter One
A Prince and his Knight

NC-17- This means this fiction will be a complete romp fest aka Hentai Porn with Plot
Pairing: Kallen x LL, Kallen x Schneizel, Schneizel x Kallen x Suzaku

XXX

“Don’t give up! I will save you!”

“I’ll never give up, Zeroe,” the ace pilot of the Black Knight mumbled out loud for the hundredth time remembering the promising words of the man to whom she sworn her loyalty and trust. His vow to save her was one thing that had kept her sane through her days and nights of endless interrogation. Her hatred for those who had taken her captive was the other. Kallen rolled her head back to stare through the opening on the ceiling. She could just barely see the sky from her chained position on her cell wall.

The sky had been far easier to view early on in her captivity. Mainly because she wasn’t being restrained and was free to roam throughout her cell as she pleased. But all of it had changed when the guard responsible for bringing her meals had taken the fact she was female and an eleven no less, for weakness, and attempted to force himself on her. Dirty Britannian bastard! She’d made him regret his actions. She’d made him regret putting his filthy hands on her over and over, and over again, with her dinner knife to his chest.

It had taken two guards to remove her from on top of him and restrain her. She was immediately ruled insane, chained to her cell wall, and left until a decision could be reached over her punishment. She suspected that her sentence would be death for such a brazen show of insolence, and she prepared to meet her end. Then word had come, miraculously, the guard had survived. She should have stabbed harder. Her punishment for her transgression of wounding a royal guard of the Britannian Empire was to be indefinitely chained to her cell wall. Of course, they’d given her an ultimatum. Tell all she knew about the rebel leader known as Zero and all would be forgiven per Crown Prince Schneizel. If she refused, well, she could remain in her prison till she died. Her answer was delivered quick and without hesitation.

“Tell your prince to go fuck himself…”

It was a declaration of war that brought with it swift consequences. That night she’d received a beating unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life. She blacked out half way through the wake a few days later to find him at her side. Kallen cast her eyes to the figure that stood just outside her cell door, preparing his entrance. His movement was like clockwork. She could predict down to the minute the moment when he would arrive. He opened her cell door, and Kallen narrowed her eye to slits, watching as he entered into the small room. Just the sight of him made her blood boil. In stead that worthless Britannian bastard being on the receiving end of her knife; it should have been him, the damn traitor. Hell, if not for the chains that bound her, she would have exacted her vengeance on the man who’d betrayed his kinsmen a long time ago and she told him so, countless times.

Still, night after night around this time the betrayer of all she loved would make his appearance before her. Although he denied it, Kallen concluded long ago that Suzaku gleaned immense pleasure from the knowledge of what seeing him did to her., and knowing well, that chained as she was, there was no way on which she could act on it. There was one bright light at he end of the dark hell known as her prison, her chains wouldn’t last always. Lelouch had promised her that and when they fell, she’d most certainly make Suzaku pay.

“I see you didn’t take my advice, Suzaku,” Kallen sneered as the reviled Knight of the Rounds did his routine search of her cell for any objects which could prove lethal.

“You mean kill myself?” he asked giving up his search for hidden weapons and making his way towards her.

“If I die, who will look after you?” he asked stopping in front of her.

“Zeroe and my friends with the black Knights of course!”

“Ah…the Black Knights, the very Knights who have left you here in captivity for over six months now? Tell me, where are they …your friends? Why haven’t they tried to rescue you?” Suzaku asked lengthening her chains till she was no longer hanging with her arms and legs splayed over the wall. Kallen stood a second, enjoying the feel of the hard cool floor beneath her feet as she soaked in and analyzed the question Suzaku had presented.

Suzaku’s question was biting, and for the first time in a long time a rebellious Kallen shrunk within herself allowing uncertainty to creep in. Lelouch had sworn that he would save her, hadn’t he? She hadn’t imagined those words, had she? He gave his word, and she trusted him, didn’t she? Still, there was no denying the amount of time that had passed since his promise had first been issued. Where indeed were they…her friends she wondered? Had they abandoned all hope of rescuing her from this hell? Would they leave her to be a casualty? No, she quickly tossed her head from side to side as if to shake off the unpleasant thought. There was no way she would be left behind. Even if so many before had been made sacrifices for their cause, for the rebirth of Japan and its people, she would not be one such sacrifice. Lelouch had promised he would come for her.

“Eat!” Suzaku demanded suddenly, disrupting her thoughts as he slid a tray of steaming food in front of her. Instinctively her eyes settled on the offering of fresh creamed potatoes, peas, and steak. There was even a glass filled with her favorite pineapple drink and a slice of cake smothered in thick white icing and plump red strawberries to be had. Saliva gathered thick in her mouth and her stomach grumbled its plea to be filled. How long had it been since she first began her hunger strike, ah…three days. Three days with nothing but water to fill her stomach, and body was finally taking notice she realized as she was hit with a dizzy spell. She tumbled slightly losing her balance. Taking sanctuary against the wall, she silently counted to ten, waiting for her bearing to recover. Once she regained control over herself, Kallen promptly seated herself Indian style on the floor, and said ““I’m not hungry, Take it away,”

Reclining she rested up against the wall, and directed her attention to Suzaku. He’d taken up in a chair near the entrance of her cell, and proceeded to watch her. Kallen assumed Suzaku wanted to study her, and as he sat there, he was quietly was searching for signs of weakness, anything he could use to his advantage, but she would give him nothing she resolved as the corners of her mouth turned up into a smirk.

“You should eat, Kallen,”

“Why? To strengthen my self enough to endure your lengthy interrogations?”
“Because you haven’t eaten in three days, and you’re not looking well as a result”
“Ha… “Kallen chuckled, the heavy chains that weighted her small body to the floor clinking as she hunched over in exaggerated laughter.” You expect me to believe a traitor like you actually gives a damn about my health?”

“Traitor? Is that all I am to you…a traitor?”

“Did you think I would view you as anything more then that?” she hissed

“I’d hoped so,” he answered in a tone that for reasons she couldn’t quite place, caused her chest to tighten a little. “Regardless of what you think of me, my actions are for the good of the Japanese people. Resolution without violence is the best route taken.” He continued completely killing the strange feeling that seemed to over take her from time to time as he reminded her of just why it was she despised him so. Kallen glared at him murderously. Best route taken? For whom? Their oppressors, because it most certainly was not the best route for their people who lived with the boot of Britannia ever constant on their neck!

“Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep well at night, Suzaku?” Kallen spat angrily.

“With you having been tainted by his reasoning, I wouldn’t expect you to understand my position.”

“Tainted reasoning? Is that how you view the desire for freedom!” Kallen yelled leaping to her feet. The sight of him sitting there, spouting such nonsense infuriated her. “They kill without mercy. Everything we are, is literally being ripped out from under us, and you call the desire to fight to preserve out very existence, tainted reasoning!?”

“Blood shed is not the answer!”

“And cowardice is?” Kallen fired back delivering the fatal blow.
Silence crept into the room and after a long minute, Suzaku rose to his feet and said,”Will you not eat, Kallen?”

I’d Just as soon die then take anymore of the Britannia’s filthy food into my body.”

“Then you leave me no choice,” Suzaku said walking over and reversing the length on her chains till she was once again pinned helplessly to the wall. Gathering the unwanted tray of food from the floor, he turned and made his way towards her cell door, preparing to leave. “I was informed that you gave the maid staff problems during your last bath, threatening to kill them if they got near you,” he said glancing back at her.

“Word travels fast around here, doesn’t it?”
“You should know that as a result of your poor behavior, they are refusing to assist you any further.”

“And you’re telling me this why?”

“Because, as of tomorrow, I will be the one assisting you with your baths.”

In that instance, every ounce of color drained from her face. He couldn’t He wouldn’t “You don’t mean?”

“That’s precisely what I mean. Consider yourself warned.”

XXX

Damn it! Things never quite worked out how he planned whenever he came face to face with Kallen Stadtfeld. Admittedly after six months he’d hoped to have gotten a lot further with reasoning with her then he currently had, but all attempts as it were had been utter failures, and today’s encounter was simply one more to add to the list.

“Damn you Lelouch,” he muttered under his breath yanking the first three buttons on his uniform loose. Lelouch Lamperouge his child hood friend, now sworn nemesis had done one hell of a job on Kallen, totally brainwashing her into believing his cause was just. There was nothing just in activities that resulted in the loss of life, nothing at all. Not that he was one to talk considering his past, but at least he’d been wise enough to recognize his mistake and work to rectify it. Resolution without bloodshed was the only way to ensure the safety of the Japanese people. He was certain of it. So certain he’d wagered his life in favor of it.

Bloodshed only beget more bloodshed which in return caused more bloodshed, why was Kallen so hell bent on not understanding this? Even though he understood perfectly, the charismatic draw of his old friend and what he promised, the fact was, Lelouch and his methods were wrong. Somehow some way, he had to make Kallen understand this before it was too late. Suzaku rounded the corner headed for his sleeping quarters and was stopped short as he caught sight of a familiar face. Excitement and dread washed over him all at once as the person approached him.

“Earl Maldini?” Suzaku said offering the other man a bow.

“Yo!” Maldini returned waving his hands in a cheerful greeting. “Oh come now, there is no need for that, Lord Suzaku. Stand, please.” Maldini commanded, taking Suzaku by the shoulder and forcing him to stand strait. “Now, that’s much better,” Maldini chirped.

“I do hope I am not being too forward, but I have to ask, what matter brings you to my quarters at this late of an hour?”

“I come at the request of Prince Schneizel.”

“Has something happened?”

“Nothing you should worry over, I can assure you. It’s just after being gone fro the last two weeks he thought it would be an good idea to meet with you in private and get an up-date as to how the debriefing is coming along with the enemy combatant we are holding here.”

“Private,” Suzaku parroted as a hot wave of crimson flooded into his cheeks. Although he knew that this was a time or the place considering what he was certain the Prince wanted to discuss, he couldn’t stop himself from recalling with mind blowing vividness just what had taken place the last time he and the prince had spoken in private.

What had started out at two men sharing ideas over drinks as to the best way to undo the enemy forces had quickly spun out of control. Suzaku had miscalculated just how much he could ingest and still keep his wits about him. When the time arrived for them to part company, he’d found himself simply too drunk to. The Prince on the other hand seemed to have a higher tolerance and effectively used his advantage to take what he wanted from the younger male.

He had felt himself being led to the bed, but was too weakened by the Alcohol to protest. In minutes he was naked, with the prince on top of him. Moans of protest quickly became moans of desire. And before he knew it he’d completely surrendered to the older mans advances wholly losing himself to a newfound bliss.

“Suzaku-chan,” Maldini playfully whined waving his hands back and forth in front of a dazed Suzaku’s face. “If you have no other questions, we should get going.” Maldini turned and proceed down the tight corridor of the military enclosure, and Suzaku followed close behind.

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By the time he reached the Princes private suite, his body had awakened to the prospects of what awaited him. Never in a hundred years would he have imagined such sensuous pleasures possible. Never in a million would he have imagined it possible for one man to deliver those pleasures to another, but he’d witnessed it firsthand, his whole body had.

“Here you are,” a voice chimed as a glass overflowing with dark brown liquid was shoved under his nose.

Suzaku accepted the offer, and then let his eyes settle on the person who had given it to him. Once again he found his face heating as his seaweed green eyes connected with those of hypnotic blue. Blond tendril fell into his face, and the heavy scent of water, aloe and aftershave fumed from his body causing the younger males pants to tighten more. His mind screamed it was wholly sinful to look upon another man the way he looked at Schneizel, but the heat that coursed through his body overrode it all.

“You look troubled,Suzaku,” Schneizel said, touching Suzaku’s cheek gently.

“Forgive me, my Prince. It’s not my intention to worry you, its just your calling me here so suddenly in regards to the eleven we are holding left me confused.”

“Confused?” Schneizel questioned taking a seat on the small sofa beside Suzaku.

“Yes,” Suzaku nodded, nervously as Schneizel hand came to rest on his leg.

“What is there so confusing about my desire to know what is happening with my subordinate and his investigation?” Schneizel asked trailing his hand along the inseam of the younger male’s thigh.

Suzaku squirmed a little as schnitzel’s hand settled on the bulge in his pants. Schneizel gave him a gentle squeeze and Suzaku whimpered in response.

“Is this all you have called me here for, my prince?” Suzaku questioned breathlessly as the button on his uniform pants were undone and his zipper lowered.

“No,” Schnizel mumbled burying his face in Suzaku’s neck.” I truly want to know what you have discovered, but I thought we could enjoy ourselves a little before you fill me in,” Schneizel replied, pulling Suzaku’s erect cock free of its restraints. Tilting the younger males head back, Schneizel took possession Suzaku’s mouth. No! Suzaku’s mind screamed but it was a losing battle. A Methodic hand stroked his shaft from base to tip while the other hurried to undo the buttons on his uniform.

In what had seemed like seconds, but Suzaku was certain, minutes, he found himself completely undressed with his cloth discarded to the floor. He was on his knees now with his chest rested against the cushioned back rest. He watched from across his shoulder as Schneizel, who’d undressed him, proceeded to tear out of the pale blue silk robe he wore, revealing yet another breathtaking sight to the younger male’s eyes. No matter how man times he saw the prince undressed, and Suzaku had seen him many times since their first encounter that fateful night, he never ceased being amazed. Schneizel body looked as if God himself had sculptured it to perfection.

Broad shoulders and an even broader chest sat anchored to a tall athletically muscular frame. Hardened muscles rippled across the plains of his stomach, stopping just above the dip where the dark blond curls of pubic hair could be seen. Suzaku swallowed and lowered his eyes more, letting them find the source of his many nights of pleasure. Seeing it, dripping with precum made his hole twitch with excitement. The prince was wholly aroused and it was all for him.

Without a word, Schneizel climbed onto the sofa rear of Suzaku and took him by the waist pulling him back. Grabbing his cock with his free hand, and gently rubbed it over the puckered opening. Suzaku moaned feeling Schneizel’s hot and sticky release being smeared over his opening. Up, and down, Schneizel dragged his rock hard cock, teasing, and soliciting moans from the younger male who was eager to receive him until he could contain himself no more.

Pressing his head firm to the opening Schneizel pushed in causing all the muscles in Suzaku’s whole to do what the prince wouldn’t have imagined possible, and tightened even more. Pulling back on till he was nearly out, Schneizel hunched forward and whispered into Suzaku’s ear, “Now while I’m fucking you, I want you to tell me exactly what it is you think we should do with the eleven.”
Schneizel thrust forward, sinking himself to the hilt deep within Suzaku’s hot opening, pulled back and repeated the maneuver over and over and over. “Tell me,” he demanded between grunts.

“We-“Suzaku began to find his words cut off as Schneizel slammed into his tight space sending another wave of pleasure rushing through his body. It as all he could do to keep his legs from become a fresh pile of jelly, beneath him and the prince wanted him to talk.

“Fuck!” Suzaku moaned, clawing the sofa back. It was so good, so fucking good, the eager thrust of the prince, his thick shaft stretching that tight little bundle of skin to the brink.
“Is …she…co...operating,” Schneizel asked before letting his mouth find the younger man’s neck. He licked, nipped, and bit all the while demanding answers. “Answer me!”

“No!” Suzaku’s shout was followed by another succession of throaty moans.

“Then…your …plan is…. a …waste,” Schneizel continued, slowing his rhythm to an agonizing pace.
N….nooo,” Suzaku moaned in protest to the question as well as the pace he suddenly found himself being subjected to.

“Oh…” Schneizel purred completely removing his cock from Suzaku’s hole, and rubbing the head tauntingly around the entrance, before slamming hard back into Suzaku’s puckered heat.

“Hmmm…. ,”Suzaku moaned and thrust his hips back meeting the prince thrust for thrust.

“Answer…the….next round truthfully…and I wi…will give you a good treat, Suzaku,” Schneizel announced reaching around and gripping Suzaku’s cock in his hand. Suzaku suddenly found himself drowning in a sea of bliss as he was assaulted with the dual pleasure of having his ass fucked slammed and his cocked stroked all in the same moment. “My final question Su…Suzaku. You will …answer me, wont you? ”Schneizel asked his words broken from the excitement building in his core. Too weakened from the constant barrage of pleasure each thrust and tug gave him, Suzaku simply nodded, yes. What strength he had left would be used to answer the question that would yield his reward.

“If she will not…not help us, would it be better to erase her memory, and end the threat she poses. “ Schneizel asked slowing his thrust to a grind effectively teasing the domain of hidden pleasure, and causing Suzaku to cry out in ecstasy. Schneizel jerked Suzaku’s cock and followed up with a quick succession of thrust, that made Suzaku literally collapse forward. “Shall we erase her memories Suzaku?” Schneizel repeated the question giving Suzaku one last chance to answer. Mustering what strength he had left, Suzaku answered

“N…no…no …not just yet. She is strong willed bu…but I’m sure we can break her with the ri…right methods, and force her to see telling all. Is the ri…right thing to do.”

His body was literally going up in flames, and cock throbbed painfully. He needed…he needed it now…release!

“Would you like your reward now, Suzaku?” the prince questioned completely stopping all movement.

“Yes, ple…please,” Suzaku pleaded and was the prince promptly replied resuming where he’d left off, switching his movement between a slow grind and fast hard thrust. In and out the prince went, going deeper and deeper, drawing them both closer and closer to that final moment. It was so good, so fucking good, and just when Suzaku thought there no way to glean any greater pleasure from it all, the prince hit it, that secret place hidden in deep inside his slick hot hole.

Suzaku instinctively sunk low and spread his legs as wide as he could, giving the prince better access. His efforts paid off as the prince continued to stroke pleasure zone, with the tip of his dick, and stroke him his cock all at the same time.

“Yes,” Suzaku whimpered and was met with an equally ecstatic grunt from the prince. Higher and higher they went each stroke carrying higher then the last until, they shattered, in orgasmic bliss.
Schneizel grunted and toppled forward, and Suzaku followed close suit yelling his climax, and hot fluid shot from the tip of his cock to the sofa, and dripped down his leg. As quickly as their passion filled romp had begun, it was over. And in second Schneizel was on his feet and getting dressed.

“So you think there is a possibility she can be broken, and convinced to betray her allies?” Schneizel asked, recovering the glass he’d discarded earlier, and refilling it.

“I...I do, “Suzaku breathlessly answered recovering his discarded clothing from the floor and slipping them on.

“You said, with the right method she can be broken. What did you mean by, right method? Do you have something in mind?”

“Currently, I do not, but If I continue to work with her, I am certain that I can come up with something.” Suzaku said slipping into his jacket.
Schneizel took a sip from his glass and made his way back over to where Suzaku stood. He studied him a moment and then said, “You’re too kind. Are you certain you’re not simply letting your misguided emotions get the better of you? She is an old classmate after all, and like her, the blood of the elevens flow through your veins.”

Suzaku was somewhat taken aback by the line of questioning coming from the prince, but he supposed it was to be expected that he would hold emotional ties to Kallen for multiple reasons, their heritage only being one of many. Still the fact remained; he’d sworn his allegiance to Britannia and road of peace over violence as the final solution. He’d sworn this much to Euphie a year earlier, he’d do no less for her brother now. Dropping to one knee, Suzaku lowered his head and as he had on so many occasions before, swore his allegiance to the prince and Britannia.

“I swear that no matter how long it takes or what I must do, I will find Kallen Stadtfeld’s breaking point.”

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Yeah, I know I said this would be het so why the hell did I open with Yaoi? Because it seemed fitting. Now be clear, this is NOT a Yaoi fic, it’s more an anything goes fic except Yuri, sorry. Anyway, Next chapter has some hot interaction between Suzaku and Kallen as well as Kallen and Schneizel. Hope to see you there. Oh yeah, if you like the premise of this story and want me to continue, please let me know. I mean I like writing, but I like feedback also.

Suddenly Daddy

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 19:47:17 GMT

Summary: Inuyasha finds a baby on his doorstep with a note attahed saying he's he father. Can he figure out which of his many one night stands is the mother while coping with the repsonsibility of fatherhood?

Rating: R

Pairing: Kagome x InuYasha

Warning: Alternate Universe

I only own characters I’ve invented for this fic ^__^

Suddenly Daddy
By animechick262003

Chapter Two

Who's My Baby Mama

InuYasha gazed down on the infant that lay in the carrier fast asleep. He slipped into his jacket, before grabbing his back pack and slipping across his shoulder. He shook his head taking hold of the carrier before moving from his room towards the dining area where his brother sat eating on a bagel and reading the business section of the newspaper. Sesshoumaru glanced towards InuYasha from across the paper frowning as InuYasha took a seat at the table.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Sesshoumaru questioned quirking and eyebrow.

“Feh-To school.” InuYasha answered nonchalantly pouring himself a bowl of cereal.

“I don’t think so little brother. I’ve already called the school to let them know you won’t be in class today.”

“Feh-What in the hell you do that for?” InuYasha questioned in and irritated tone.

“Because idiot, incase you hadn’t noticed, you have to find out just who this child belongs to, so we can return her. Not to mention someone has to watch her.”

“So hire a fucking nanny.” InuYasha responded coldly.

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes tossing the paper down on the table as he shot his sibling and icy glare.

“Are you really this fucking dense? Does your brain even register how serious this situation is? “

“Feh- look Kouga and Miroku are coming for me in fifteen I’m out of here do what you want with it.” InuYasha responded taking a sip of his orange juice before rising out of his chair.

“Do not try my patience InuYasha. I suggest you take a seat, now.”

InuYasha froze in his movement staring at Sesshoumaru. He knew that tone, and he knew it well. It had become all too familiar since Sesshoumaru had become his guardian. His brother was lenient, letting him have his way with most everything he did, but there were those rare moments when his brother meant business, and this was one. InuYasha knew if he took one more step Sesshoumaru wouldn’t hesitate in knocking him flat on his ass.

“Feh-Fuck you! I’m not taking care of that damned brat.” InuYasha growled as he turned and stormed off towards his bedroom.

Sesshoumaru quickly rose from his seat, with one swoop retrieving the basinet that the sleeping infant sat in before heading towards his siblings room. He stormed through the entrance making his way towards InuYasha who lay across his bed his face twisted into a scowl. He placed the basinet on the bed gazing down on the younger brother.

“I have given you instruction for today. I suggest you adhere to them. When I arrive home you will have found out just where this child belongs. Is this understood InuYasha?” Sesshoumaru questioned to receive silence as his only response. “Fine, don’t answer, just make sure you have done what I have asked by the time I return.”

InuYasha lay listening as his sibling exited from his room. He dropped his attention to the sleeping infant. How in the hell was he suppose to find out who she belonged to? There had been so many girls along the way he couldn’t remember them all. He rolled so that he lay on his back gazing up at the ceiling. This was the last thing he needed and when he found this , girl whoever she was he was going to let her have it. What was she thinking dropping this kid off with him?

“Feh-you just wait until I find you, whoever you are.”

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Hours had passed morning had long gone. InuYasha stood along side Kouga and Miroku gazing down on the child that had suddenly begun to scream at the top of her lungs.

“Oi, whats wrong with it?” Kouga asked glancing towards InuYasha.

“Feh –how in the hell am I suppose to know? The damn thing has been screaming like that for nearly and hour now.”

“Is it hurt ? “ Miroku asked leaning in for a closer look at the flushed child that pouted and kicked her tiny legs in frustrations.

“No I think it’s angry. Real angry.” Kouga responded

“Not to mention it smells really bad.” Miroku chimed clasping his nose.

“May have something to do with that brown stuff leaking from its diaper.” Kouga said pointing towards the soiled clothing the child sat on.

“Ewwww, Did you change this it at all InuYasha? “Miroku asked taking a step backwards.

“”Feh-change it? What do you mean change it? Change it how? Change it into what?” InuYasha questioned as all three boys stood around the infant gazing down on the child , their t-shirts conveniently pulled up over their noses.

“Well when I took home economics last year. We had egg babies and you had to change them . Change their diaper that is.” Miroku stated “But our egg babies never had anything like that come out of em.” He stated taking a step backwards.

“You’re saying I’ve got to change the damn thing? No way. I’m not touching that stuff.” InuYasha stated taking a step backwards.

“Well it can’t stay like that.” Miroku added

“Yeah , he’s right InuYasha. It can’t stay like that so you’ve got to clean her up.”

“Feh- fuck why me?”

“Because it’s your kid.” Both boys chimed in unison.

“Look Kouga isn’t your little sister home? “

“Kikyo, yeah she’s home, why are you asking?” Kouga responded watching as InuYasha me his way towards the telephone, picking up the receiver.

“Hello, may I speak to Kikyo?” InuYasha stated glancing back towards Kouga “Hey kik, it’s me Inu.. Listen I was wondering if you could come by my place for a few. Well that depends on what you want to do.

“Hey!” Kouga called angrily as he made a charge towards InuYasha to have his motions ceased by Miroku.

InuYasha smiled hanging up the receiver. He rubbed his hands together quirking an eyebrow.

“Yes, your little sister is going to clean her up for me.”

“I didn’t hear you ask her.” Kouga stated

“I don’t have to. That’s where my charms come in. She’ll do it, just wait and see.”

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Kikyo stood gazing down on the child that sat in the carrier.

“So, you have a kid huh? “ Kikyo questioned turning to face InuYasha “I thought you called me here for a little fun InuYasha?” Kikyo said planting her hand on her hips as she sent him a seductive smile.

“Maybe later but…”

“Whoa. whoa..whoa, no maybe later. That’s my little sister your talking to like that.” Kouga barked jumping in front of Kikyo. “And you, when did you become, become, you.” He questioned glaring at her from across his shoulder.

“Oh pipe down. I’m only teasing, besides I don’t like boys.”

“What?! What are you saying?” Kouga questioned grabbing his chest as if he were about to have and heart attack.

“InuYasha the only man I’ll ever let touch me but he has some stupid moral code about me being your sister, so I’ll stick to the ladies until he comes around.”

“You know InuYasha not the only one who can swing your vote.” Miroku added making his way towards Kikyo.

“Lay one hand on my sister and I’ll flatten you, stupid.” Kouga growled

“No thanks Miroku, my offer only exist for lover boy there.” She chimed turning to face the infant. “Aww did that big ole meanies make you cry?” Kikyo questioned retrieving the infant from the carrier. “So where is her stuff?”

“Stuff?” All three boys questioned in unison.

“Yeah, you know, her diapers, powder, baby wash, change of cloth, her stuff.” Kikyo finished staring at the three males who watched her, the look of confusion on their faces.

“Don’t tell me she has none of this. Look she needs diapers and powder and from the way she’s chewing on her fingers, she’s going to need formula. Poor thing. I’m going to get these soiled clothing off of her, and when I’m done InuYasha and I are going to run out and pick up a few of these things.” Kikyo finished winking her eyes at the tall silver haired male.

“Oh,no you’re not. You’re not leaving this house with him. Do you hear me Kikyo” Kouga called watching as his sibling disappeared into the bathroom.

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And hour had passed. Kouga and Kikyo had run off to the corner market after InuYasha finally located one of Sess credit cards to make the necessary purchase of Diapers and formula and some other items Kikyo had named but he couldn’t remember. He glanced towards the sleeping infant that lay stretched out on his bed, before glancing towards Miroku sat in front of a small desk in the corner of InuYasha room , playing a laptop computer.

“Feh-fuck you’re suppose top be helping me Miroku.” InuYasha barked tossing a pillow towards the other male.
“:Wait I’m going to help you in just a sec. I’M downloading something.” Miroku responded

“Damn it I’ve told you about down loading porn to my lap top,”

“It not porn. Well its sort of not porn. This girl I met in chat has sent me her pic. Boy I cant wait,” Miroku chimed rubbing his hands together as a blurry pic on the screen slowly came into focus. “Ack!! “ Miroku screamed jumping up from his seat. “What in the hell?”

“”What is it InuYasha questioned moving towards Miroku and staring down on the pic. “Heh..Heh I warned you about those chat broads. “ InuYasha teased as he turned and walked back towards his bed.

“That’s no girl, that’s a guy.” Miroku barked

“Well look at it this way at least he doesn’t have any of your information.”

“Well that’s true, but I did send him someone’s information.” Miroku responded glancing towards InuYasha who sat on the floor beside his bed tossing a foot ball up in the air and catching it repetitively.

‘Feh –whose information did you give him. Wait you didn’t. Miroku!”

“I only sent a picture of Sesshoumaru.”

“Oh of Sess huh. Heh,,heh. “InuYasha laughed moving to his feet and making his way towards the small computer. “Why not send him his work phone as well. This should be good.”

“ Are you sure about this InuYasha? Sess is so going to kick your ass if he finds out you did this.” Miroku stated as he watched InuYasha move his fingers across the keys hurriedly. “Yeah if he finds out , but whose going to tell him?” InuYasha smiled as he keyed in the last bit of information before pressing enter.

“We’re back.” A female’s voice called as Kikyo and Kouga entered into InuYasha’s room.

“:Feh what in the hell is all this stuff?” InuYasha questioned taking note of the many bags that both Kikyo and Kouga carried in their arms.

“Stuff for the baby. I couldn’t resist Kikyo said holding up a onesy she’d purchased. Look at the little feet on this thing.” She said holding it up in front of the three boys who frowned at her.

“God damn it how much money did you spend on this stuff?” InuYasha questioned glaring into one bag after the next.

“Only eighty bucks. “ Kikyo stated gazing at a now very flushed InuYasha

“”Fuck eighty bucks. Sess is going to kill me.” InuYasha barked pacing back and forth.

“Well we brought everything she would need from formula to soap powder and a few sets of clothing. Come on InuYasha you must know kids are expensive. And this is just the beginning.” Kikyo said as she left the room a bottle and a can of formula in hand.

“Where in the hell are you going now?” InuYasha called after her.

“To fix some bottles for her. She’s going to wake soon and when she does she will want to eat.”

“Fuck I don’t need this.” InuYasha growled

“Hey , Inu what are you going to with this kid? Have you found out who she belongs to?” Kouga asked taking a seat on the floor in the corner of InuYasha room.

“No, but I will, and when I do, I am going to return this damned kid to her ,and let her have it.”

“You do plan to be apart of the kids life InuYasha, don’t you?” Miroku questioned

“Why should I? She didn’t ask if I wanted the damn kid in the first place. I have rights you know.”

“Yeah, but it’s too late to scream about your rights. The kids here already, so I’m asking what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. Hell what am I suppose to do?”

“Be responsible.” Kouga responded

“Yeah and what the hell is that suppose to mean? What are you judging me just because you’re still a virgin Kouga-kun?”

“Fuck you Inu I never said that. I’m just saying you should take responsibility for your actions is all.”

“Look I don’t need you giving me shit. I have Sesshoumaru for that.”

“He’s not giving you shit Inu.” Miroku interjected trying to ease the tension. “Look, you can’t just drop the kid off when you find this girl whoever she is, and just go back to the way things were before you knew the kid existed. Whoever she is, she’s going to need your support, and understanding.”

‘Feh-fuck her! What about my support and understanding? What about me? I don’t need a kid. I’m already in the line up to be drafted by some of the top schools out there and I don’t need the responsibility of a kid following me.”

“It’s a little late for that.” Kouga mumbled

“”What was that Kouga?” InuYasha growled jumping to his feet.

“Hey calm down. There’s no need for the hostility. Kouga and I are your friends, remember?”

‘Then start acting like you are, and stop giving me this god damned lecture on responsibility. I have one responsibility and that’s too myself.”

“Whatever.” Kouga mumbled rising to his feet and leaving from InuYasha’s room.

“Look InuYasha, we won’t tell you how to run your life, but this kid is going to need you whether you like it or not. Just remember that.” Miroku stated leaving from InuYasha room.

Hours had passed since Miroku and the others had left. Kikyo had been kind in staying long enough to feed the infant before leaving. Now the small girl lay fast asleep. InuYasha glanced at the clock on his night stand as he tossed the foot ball he held up in the air . The red numbered read 7:00 p.m. He glanced towards the little black book that lay on the bed beside him. He picked the notebook up and flipping to the first page.

He sighed gazing down at the long list of possible mothers of his child. There were at least ten names present in that section alone. Well its now or never he thought flipping through the booklet quickly once before returning to the first section beginning with the A’s.

He picked up the phone dialing the first number in his little black book. He listened nervously as the phone rang a few times before a voice picked up on the other line.

“Hello, may I speak with Amber?” He waited patiently for the female to come on the line. He spent the first few moment s in idle chatter before moving towards his reason for the phone call. “Look I know I haven’t spoken with you in some time, but I was wondering, did you and I have a kid together? I mean did you have my kid? No I’m not asking you to have my God damned kid, I’m asking if you already had my kid you stupid girl. Good I wouldn’t want you for my kids mom anyways.” He snapped hanging up the phone. “Well one down.” He stated picking up the receiver and calling the next on his list.

May I speak with Amy……..
May I speak with…Brittany……
May I speak with Chelsea…….
May I speak with Debra…….
May I speak with Elise………
May I speak with Frietta, yeah we can hook up on Friday, So tell me do you still have that tongue ring. Yeah I liked that. So it’s a date…..
May I speak with Gabrielle………….
May I speak with Henrietta……….
May I speak with Jessica…..Yea well I don’t like you either and I’m glad your not my kids mom!
Kaitlyn,…..lyn,……Monica,……….Naomi,
……………………….Pam,……………Rachel…………….Tonya,…….
Vicki,……………..Whitney,……….

Yvonne………..

“Fuck!” InuYasha growled falling back against his bed. This was going to prove a lot more stressful and hard than he’d first imagined. None of the women he’d called had admitted to being his kid’s mom. Not a single one, but he knew at least one of them had to be her. He listened rolling his eyes at the sound O f Sesshoumaru coming in the front door. He pulled the pillow from the top of his bed, using it to cover his face just as his brother entered into his room.

Sesshoumaru looked around the room once his eyes falling to the infant who sat cooing and playing with her feet before turning his attention towards his sibling.

“So, did you find out where this child is going InuYasha?” Sesshoumaru questioned leaning against the doors post.

‘No.” InuYasha answered flatly.

“Well it seems as though you have gotten yourself in a bit of a jam little brother and I’m curious to hear just what you intend to do about it.” Sesshoumaru stated in a voice that was bordering a gloat.

“I Don’t know.” InuYasha barked tossing the pillow he’s used moments before to cover his face aside and rising from the bed. “All I know is that I don’t want it.” InuYasha stated glaring at the small child.

“Well it’s a little too late for that. Had you practiced safe sex perhaps you would be facing this little dilemma.”

‘”Fuck you.” InuYasha hissed.

‘Humph, you talk real big knowing you will need my help finding this woman or girl or whatever.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Is that so, alright.” Sesshoumaru responded sarcastically turning to leave from InuYasha room.

“Fuck Wait!”

“”Why should I? You don’t need my help remember.” Sesshoumaru stated glaring at InuYasha from across His shoulder.

“I do. I need your help Sess.” InuYasha stated in a low voice falling back into a seated position on the edge of his bed.

“Then ask me properly.” Sesshoumaru retorted

“What?!”

“Ask me for my help.” Sesshoumaru responded smirking

“InuYasha sat a minute it was taking everything in him to curve his anger. Besides Sess had him and he knew it. He needed Sesshoumaru’s help whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Fine, will you help me Sess?” InuYasha asked in a low voice, glaring at his older sibling from the corner of his eye.

“I guess I can. I don’t want this brat around anymore than you.” Sesshoumaru responded as he turned and readied to leave from the room. “I suspected finding this kid’s mother was going to prove troublesome with all the women you’ve gone through, so I had my secretary arrange for child care. You are to drop her off each morning and pick her up each afternoon no later than six. Is this understood?”

“I cant I have football practice each evening.”

“Sounds like a personal problem to me, little brother. Now as I was saying. The child care center closes at six. Here is the number to the center and the address. It opens each morning at 6 a.m. since you have class at 8 a.m. I suggest you get up early if you plan to get her there, and then get to class on time. Also you will find and assortment of items you are going to need for the duration of her stay. I also had my secretary pick up these items. “Sesshoumaru finished as he left from InuYasha room.

Hours passed. InuYasha glanced at the clock on his night stand. Its letters read 10:30. He reached for the small girl drawing her into his arms as Kikyo had showed him earlier in the evening, before taking the bottle filled with formula from the night stand. He watched as she hungrily took the nipple into her small mouth, her lips moving in a rapid motion as she sucked on the bottle, extracting its warm, crème colored content.

He watched as she sent him a toothless smile before resuming to greedily gulping the milk down. Once she’d finished He placed the empty bottle on the table beside him before laying her on his chest. Slowly he reclined bringing his back to rest against the head bored as he ran his hand up and down her back gently in and effort to elicit a burp from her. He glanced down at the small girl who gripped his T-shirt between her tiny fingers, her tiny lips parted as she slept contently.

Even if he didn’t want to admit it , he couldn’t help but feel warm watching her sleeping like that. Still he hadn’t planned on being a father and he most certainly had no desire to be, but even so he had a new responsibility, a new unwanted responsibility, but a responsibility none the less. He turned his attention towards the night sky as shadows from the television bounced across his window pane.

Who was she? Where was she? Where was the mysterious woman whom had birthed this child into the world without him knowin,g and then just up and abandoned her without second thought? He could only imagine what sort of girl she was but then it had been his on careless behavior that had caused this child to be born to such a person he thought stroking the fine strands of silver hair that crowned her small head.

All he knew is that there weren’t enough reasons in the world to justify what this person had done to him or their child. And when he found her, he would make her pay. Now if only he could find her. He just needed to find her and find her he would if it was the last thing he did.

“I will find you, and when I do, I will make you pay, whoever you are.”

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Well here is my latest chapter to Suddenly Daddy. Merry X-Mas I thought if I gave you guys three updates at once you’d forgive me for not updating SS for so long am I right? O__O well as always please review. If you do I will look like this ^__^ if you don’t I will look like this T__T and if you flame I will look like this @__@ LOL!!! Well enjoy And Huggles to all of the wonderful members of Woo Hoo Haven. You gals and guys are great!!!

Suddenly Daddy

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:43:56 GMT

Suddenly Daddy

By animechick262003

Chapter One

InuYasha bolted up in bed as his ears were greeted by a loud knocking coming from the front door of the twenty-second floor apartment he shared with his older brother. He flung his long legs over the side of the bed, bringing his feet to rest on the crème colored carpeting that covered the apartment floor. He moved through his bedroom hurriedly pausing momentarily to glance at the clock that sat on the night stand beside his bed. He blinked then blinked again as he brought the bright red numbers on the face of the small black box into focus.

“Shit!” He cursed reading the numbers that read 4:30 a.m. “This had better not be those brats from up the hall.” He grumbled as he made his way down the hall, through the lavished living room of their suite and to the foyer. He reached forward gripping the front door between his fingers turning the handle and yanking the door open. “This had better be god damned important at this hour!” He growled glaring angrily out into the corridor. “God damned kids! Stop playing you little asses!” He yelled as he stared left then right before moving back into the apartment. He stopped suddenly as his attention was drawn to the floor directly in front of him just outside the apartment entrance.

InuYasha narrowed his eyes as the sound of jingling bells touched his ear a second time just as he caught sight of movement within the white carrier that sat on the floor. Slowly he bent his knees until he was kneeling in front of the basinet. He reached forward widening the small hole in the front of the blankets to be greeted by a small pale bundle with amber eyes and silver hair. Clasped between the child’s fingers was and small white envelope, with tiny bells attached. InuYasha quirked and eyebrow, as he reached forward, taking hold of the carrier and the infant that lay inside. He rose to his feet quickly entering back into the apartment, his gaze fixed on the active bundle that cooed and blew spit bubbles.

“Eww...,” Inuyasha said flinching as he gazed down on the child he held. He walked a short distance pausing as he kicked his leg out behind him, using his foot to close the door. He grinned as he made his way up the hallway his destination Sesshomaru’s bed room. Finally he would have his moment to gloat. He had always been the class a screw up, but for once it looked as though his older brother was the one who’d screwed up, and he was going to enjoy every minute of rubbing it in his face.

“He…he rise and shine sleepy head.” InuYasha called storming into Sesshomaru bedroom. He leaned to the right of him using his elbow to flip the switch on the wall illuminating the large bedroom. He moved forward coming to a stop at the side of the bed where his brother lay accompanied by two females. He sat the basinet he carried in the center of the large king sized canopy styled bed, watching as his brother rose up on one elbow, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Wake up sleepy head. You have a special delivery,” Inuyasha taunted a large grin running the length of his lips.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sesshomaru asked glaring up at InuYasha.

“See for yourself.” InuYasha laughed motioning towards the basinet he’d sat in the center of the bed before folding his arm across his chest. He watched anxiously, waiting for the look of shock that would most definitely come. This was a rare event InuYasha thought smirking how often did Mr. Perfection fuck up, not often and this was one major fuck up. InuYasha thought watching as Sesshomaru leaned forward peering into the basinet that sat in the center of his bed.

“Sesshomaru glared down on the cooing infant before turning his attention towards his younger sibling. He narrowed his eyes frowning.

“What is the meaning of this? Where in the hell did this child come from?” Sesshomaru questioned.

“Now… now, Sess you and I both learned of the birds and the bees when we were younger. So I know you know where this child has come from, but my question is from who, or should that be your question.” InuYasha laughed “Oh this is price less.” InuYasha said laughing harder as he balanced himself against the wall trying to catch his breath.

“I fail to see the humor in this InuYasha.”

“But I don’t. I see the humor in this perfectly.” InuYasha retorted wiping the tears from his eyes. “Oh Gods. I have laughed enough. I think I’ll let you have a little father kiddy time.” InuYasha chuckled as he left from Sesshomaru’s room.

Sesshomaru watched as the door closed before turning his attention toward the infant that sat inside the carrier, cooing and smiling up at him.

“How adorable.” The red head female that sat on the bed beside him chimed as she reached pass him retrieving the child. Sesshomaru watched in bewilderment as the two women , played with the child making what he could only describe as some of the most annoying noses hed heard. He shook his head turning his attention to the white envelope that lay atop the blankets that covered him. He reached forward taking the envelope in his hand. Quickly he tore into the clasped paper retrieving a folded piece of notebook paper from inside.

He opened the note, letting his eyes dart over the script quickly. He came to the end of the letter his lips curving into a smile as h refolded the letter and inserted back into the envelope before taking the infant from the females, and placing it back into the carrier.

“Hey where are you going with it.” The women called as they watched him exit the bedroom.

“Oh this is priceless. Wait until I tell Kouga and Miroku Mr. Perfect has finally fucked up.” InuYasha laughed as he set his alarm clock. He slid beneath the covers closing his eyes as he brought his head to rest on one of the many pillows that covered his bed. He only drifted off a second when he suddenly found himself being drawn from sleep by the sound of his door being opened forcefully. “Feh- what in the hell do you want Sess. I’m not keeping your kid.” InuYasha laughed as he sunk beneath the covers, shielding his eyes from the light that blasted from the ceiling fixture. “feh-cut the god damned light off. I have class in two hours.”

“Oh I don’t think so.” Sesshomaru retorted.” Did you even read this letter you idiot?” Sesshomaru asked waving the envelope he held in his hand back and forth over InuYasha.

“”Feh-fuck I didn’t have to. The kid looks just like you.” InuYasha responded nonchalantly gazing up at his sibling who stared down on him one eyebrow quirked.

“Is that so? Well for good measure maybe you should read the letter anyway little brother.” Sesshomaru answered in a sarcastic voice extending his hand forward, the envelope clasped between his fingers. InuYasha frowned as he snatched the envelope from Sesshomaru ripping the folded note from inside. He unfold the paper glancing down toward the scrip . Slowly he let his eyes roam over the paper reading what was written on it.

Hello InuYasha,

I would like you to meet your daughter Zoë, I know that this news is sudden and I know that you’re probably more than a bit shocked. I apologize, however, as much as I had hoped to relieve you of the burden of having to raise our child, unfortunate circumstances have arisen that have rendered me unable to further carry out my duties as her mother. So I turn her over to you. Please take care of my beloved Zoë. She is a good girl and I know with time you will grow to love her as much as I do.

InuYasha finished the letter his mouth falling agape as he stared towards the carrier that sat on his bed.

“Well little brother, looks as though you have fucked up again, and majorly.” Sesshomaru stated as he turned and headed for InuYasha’s bedroom door. “Guess I’ll leave you to do some father daughter bonding.”

Inuyasha stared at the basinet that sat on hi bed.. His mind ran a thousand ways at once.

“Feh-this is so not happening! No way!” InuYasah shouted as he rose from his bed. He paced back and forth glaring at the small child that stretched and kicked her tiny legs, letting out soft coos. “There is no way you mine. You can’t be. I’m just a kid.” He stated pausing to glance down at the silver haired bundle who smiled at him her amber eyes lit up with curiosity. “You’re my kid huh? What am I suppose to do with you?” He asked plopping down on the bed next to the basinet.

“I don’t need this shit!”

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Kagome stood on the curb staring up at the bedroom window that belonged to InuYasha. She reached up wiping away the single tear that slid down her pale cheeks. What she had done moment s before had been the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. Still she couldn’t take care of her daughter anymore. Her family wasn’t well off . Taking care of she and Sota had been hard enough for her mother. She couldn’t very well ask her mother to raise her daughter while she ran half way around the world to school, it wouldn’t be faire. So she did the next best thing., she brought Zoë to the one man she’d sworn would never even know of the child’s existence. And for six months he hadn’t.

Theirs had been a one night stand of drunken stupidity that had brought that precious life into the world. Even so she had given birth to the child despite opposition from some friends and some family. And she had every intention of raising the child without help from him but then the opportunity came…an opportunity that she could turn down. Not if she desired a better life. This was her one chance to follow her dreams and she was taking it. Besides InuYasha was from a wealthy family he could handle the responsibility.

“Are you ready, miss?” The cabby called glancing across his seat to Kagome who stood holding the back, passenger side door open.

“Yes, as ready as I will ever be.” Kagome responded as she slid into the back seat.

“Where to?” The driver asked turning and placing his hands at ten and two o’clock on the steering wheel.

“The air port,” Kagome replied turning her attention to the window of InuYasha’s room once more.

“Forgive me, my precious Zoë.”

Well here is my latest fic. Hope you like. I got tons of request to write Inu Kag and so here it is hope its to your liking, Please review if you do I’ll look like ^___^ this if you don’t I’ll look like this T__T.

Finding Destiny-Chapter Three

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 05:14:38 GMT

Finding Destiny
by animechick262003 / aka capucinodream

Rating: R
Warning: Alternate Universe/ some OOCness

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

My Wife!

The rain showed no mercy and continued to beat down over Naruto as he looked down into the gully. Deep down in the under brush and partially hidden by a small collapsed foliage, he could clearly see the bright red tail lights of a car. His heart idled as he pondered what awaited him inside the crashed vehicle. It was a steep fall not to mention the car had slammed at high-speed into the nearby tree. Naruto hadn’t wanted to think the worst, but the truth was, if the driver had survived, it would be a miracle.

Not wanting to waste a second more, Naruto leapt through the opening in the damaged guard rail and onto the slippery slopes of the ravine. Carefully, he maneuvered his way down, using his hands and feet as a braking system to prevent to quick of a decent into the unknown. He had to take every precaution. He had no idea what the situation was not to mention aside from the glow of the rear tail lights of the crashed car there was no lighting that far down. A wrong move on his part could mean more victims. After a few minutes of slipping, and sliding his way across the rain slicked hillside, Naruto finally reached the bottom of the drop. He could see the trapped car a few feet in front of him now, and set to tearing a path through the overgrowth of plants and grass. Twigs and dried leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he pressed forward, wading his way through the dense material in an effort to reach whoever lay trapped inside the car.

It seemed like forever, but Naruto finally passed through the biting brush and arrived at the rear of the car. Looking through the back window, he noted there was only one passenger inside. The realization brought him relief but only a little. After all, although he may not have had multiple victims to worry about, there was still the one slumped over the steering wheel he needed to tend to. Even if he did manage to get them out of the car, he was no physician. Depending on the severity of the wounds the driver received, the situation could quickly spiral downward.

Naruto took a deep breath and set to analyzing the situation. Last thing he needed was to cause himself harm while trying to save the person inside the car. The stretch of highway was pretty isolated. It could be days before anyone noticed them down there if ever. Naruto walked towards the driver’s side of the car, taking careful note of the damage as he made his way. The smell of rain and gas assaulted his olfactory senses. The small red, sports car was practically indiscernible as it rested in mangled heap up against the tall tree. It was a wonder…no a miracle the tree hadn’t fallen over on the car, crushing it entirely.

None the less, the force of the impact was enough to permanently shut out all entry through the driver’s side of the car. Naruto retraced his steps, this time arriving on the passenger side of the car. The results were different this time. A clear path to the passenger side door awaited him. With measured steps, Naruto covered the short distance and came up along side the car. He leaned down, and peered through the passenger side window to the scene inside. What he saw made his gut knot.

Slumped forward, her head pressed up against the steering wheel and turned towards the passenger side window, was none other than the woman he’d only minutes before been thinking of. A million questions clouded his mind in that instance and he would have loved to have taken the time to contemplate over them all, except blood poured from an open gash on her forehead turning the pretty pink of her hair an intense crimson. Naruto snapped back to his senses, and tucked his question away. He had a far more pressing matter in front of him.

Quickly, he pulled the door open and climbed in. Whatever reservations or precautions he‘d thought to take when he first arrived deep down in the dark ravine on the isolated road was gone. His only thought was to free this woman from this car, and get her to safety. Naruto grabbed her hand, and worked his fingers down until he’d found her wrist and set to locating her pulse. He sighed, relief when the gentle bump of her life rhythms vibrated over his finger tips. She was alive. It was now just a matter of freeing her without adding to her injury.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Naruto gently pulled her off the car horn, and rested her upright in her seat. He needed to get a better view of her to make sure she wasn’t snagged on anything that could prove fatal or in the least make matters worse than they were. After close examination, Naruto concluded there was nothing holding her there except the seatbelt she’d been wearing. He quickly moved to free her from it. As he worked the seatbelt loose, a moan emanated from her, and her eyes fluttered, then partially opened. He could just barely see the whites of her eyes as she began to speak.

“Hel…hel…me-“

Even though her words came broken with shallow breathing, Naruto understood clearly her plea for him to do something. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m going to help you.” Naruto answered. Releasing the seatbelt, he slipped his arm beneath her, lifted and turned her so that her back rested up against his chest. She whimpered in agony and he hated having moved her but there was little he could do. Every minute she remained there was one minute closer she could be to dying. There was no way he’d take that chance. He simply had to get her out of the car, and out the ravine. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling her over the gear shaft, and across the passenger seat.

“It hurts…my leg. It hurts. Just leave me here. It hurts too badly.” She murmured as her entire body became a rigid mass.

“I ‘m sorry, but I can’t,” Naruto apologized again, regretting even more there was nothing he could do to ease her pain. “Just bear with me. I’m going to get you out of here and somewhere safe.” He continued, pulling her completely from the car. The force of the removal caused him to slide over the muddy and rain soaked grass, but he quickly recovered his bearing, and lifted her into his arms. With hurried strides, he started back over the route he’d taken. After a short walk, Naruto reached the bottom of the embankment and for the first time realized just what he was facing. It had been one thing climbing down into the ravine. Climbing up would be another, and with a passenger Naruto thought, glancing down at the women he carried in his arms.

She was a light as a feather. Still, the rain hadn’t let up and the ground was soaking wet. He’d slipped and slid his way all the way down, using nothing more than his feet, and his hands by gripping blades of grass ever so often to slow his decent. Now he would have to climb back up, crossing the same path. Naruto looked to the hillside once more. For as difficult as he knew the task would be he had to go through with it. They were in the middle of no where and as the night rolled on the chances of being found in time would only decrease. He was their only hope.

“What is your name?” he asked, one hoping to keep her from fading into an unconscious state, and becoming dead weight. And two, calling her by name as opposed to hey you, would make it a hell of a lot easier to give her instructions as he started up the hillside.

“Come on, sweetheart, tell me your name?” he tapped across the face gently.

“Sa…saku…ra,” She mumbled gently tossing her head towards the side.

His heart fluttered in his chest. All the years he’d wondered about her name. Here it was he was finally hearing it. “Sakura-Chan, huh? Well, Sakura-Chan, I need you to do some things for me,” He began lowering her onto the grass then continued,” We’ve got to climb up the side of this embankment. It all wet and slippery and I’m going to need to use my hands to keep us from sliding back down. I need you to hold on to me as tight as you can. Can you do that? Can you wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist? I need you to do that for me, Sakura-Chan?”

Sakura nodded her head slowly, and replied “My arms…yes, but my legs. I don’t think I can bend my left leg.”

“You can and you will,” Naruto abruptly declared. The last thing he needed was for her to give up before they’d ever gotten started. “Grab hold of me.” he ordered, placing his hands on the muddy ground on either side of her, and bracing himself. “Wrap you arms around my neck and your legs around my waist, Sakura-Chan. You can do it.”

After a brief pause, she began to reach for him. First her left arm then her right came up and encircled his neck, causing his elbows to bend slightly under the weight and drawing his face closer to hers. Then her right leg, hooked over his waist and after three tries, and few sharp intakes of air, her left leg accompanied her right, locking over his waist. It wasn’t until Naruto began to climb up the sides of the embankment did he realize the predicament he’d unwittingly set himself up for. Naruto gulped, and cursed his mind as he dug his fingers deep into the moist soil to hoist them up. Every move of his hips brought the most intimate part of him closer than he would have liked at that moment to the most intimate parts of her. To heavens how many nights had he lay imagining her beneath him in this very position?

Of course she wasn’t busted up and bleeding. Still, her beneath him caused images of the most wanton sort to pop into his head. Naruto let out another forced breath as he tried to shut out the shameless thoughts and redirect his attention to the task of getting them out of the ravine and to safety. Her well being was priority one.

XXX

Four hours had passed since his ordeal had begun. It had taken what seemed and eternity to climb up out of that damned ravine, and back to his house. From there, he’d grabbed a blanket and loaded Sakura into his pick-up truck. The rain had slowed considerably, but refused to stop altogether. Still Naruto had been thankful for the little leeway he’d been given, because the slowed rainfall made travel possible.

By the time he’d arrived at the hospital, Sakura had slipped into an unconscious state. He’d rushed her in and the nurses and doctors had taken over from there, leaving him to worry as to just how serious her injuries were. That had been two hours earlier, and he’d yet to hear a word from anyone. Naruto sighed and forced his fingers through his hair. He didn’t like not knowing, and going out to the nurses station would land him on the outside of the hospital since his first two tirades in an attempt to get information on Sakura’s well being hadn’t gone over well.

Be patient, the nurse had told him. What they didn’t know was being patient had never been his strong suit. In fact, he sucked at it. Still, losing the patience he didn’t have would solve little. As irritated as he was by the fact he couldn’t be at her side, he had to find solace in the fact he’d done everything humanly possible to ensure she was okay, and hope for the best.

“Uzumaki Naruto?” a man’s called out into the waiting room. In seconds Naruto was out of his seat and at the doctor’s side.

“I’m Uzumaki Naruto,” Naruto answered his heart rattling his rib cage as his anticipation peeked. “You have news for me?”

“Yes,” the man nodded, “Come along with me. I’ll explain your wife’s injuries as we make our way to her room.”

Wife? Sakura-Chan wasn’t his wife. Of course there were a lot for things he’d thought about her being, but wife? That was, well, a little too fast for even him. As he followed behind the doctor who busied flipping through the chart he held, Naruto contemplated telling the old man differently…that he wasn’t her husband. That in fact, he’d not even known her name until hours earlier, but what was the point really? What was the harm in the old guy thinking that he and Sakura-Chan were married? Besides, being romantically joined or not to her was the least of his worries. At that moment, his only concern was her well being.

“Your wife was pretty beat up, but nothing life threatening. There’s some bruising in the chest area where the seat restraints were. There was also very deep bruising on her left leg. When the car slammed into the tree on the driver’s side, the door must have pushed in on her leg.”

“A little,” Naruto answered with a concerned frown.

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing broken,” the doctor glanced up from his charts and smiled before continuing. “Now there is a more pressing matter at hand. The blow she took to her head was pretty nasty. Although the trauma she sustained was mild, it was still relatively severe enough to cause damage.” The doctor said stopping outside of one of the many hospital room doors and focusing on Naruto.

A shiver traveled down Naruto’s spine in that instance. He didn’t like for a second the look the other man offered. I’m sorry is what it said. I’m sorry but I have bad news to be precise. “Come on tell me! What is it?” Naruto snapped his voice rising beyond what he’d intended.

“I’ll tell you everything, but not before you calm down, sir. Losing your cool here won’t help your wife’s situation in the least bit.”

Naruto sighed. He was genuinely frustrated but understood the doctor to be correct. Losing his cool would amount to nothing. “I’m sorry. Just tell me what’s wrong with her.” Naruto said, reigning in his emotions as best he could.

“Well, I’m not sure how to put this.”

“Just say it!”

“Alright, there’s a possibility your wife will have lost parts of her memory.”

Okay, that wasn’t exactly the sort of news he’d been anticipating. Albeit he’d admit that it was better than the old guy having said Sakura had suffered severe irreversible brain trauma, it was still pretty damn bad, and he hadn’t the first idea as to how to respond to the announcement.

“Uh…well. Ah...” Naruto mumbled incoherently, his face wrinkling as he concentrated on digesting the latest revelation.

“I imagine this comes as shock,” the doctor continued, as he prepared to enter into the room in front of which they’d stopped. “Do you love your wife, Mister Uzumaki?”

Naruto blinked then blinked again? What? Love? What in the hell sort of question was that? Did he love his wife? First of all she wasn’t his wife. Aside from having met her on a snowy rooftop two years prior, he didn’t know her. He knew absolutely nothing about her, and this crazy doctor would ask him if he loved her? The answer was, while he may have held some rather ungentlemanly obsession with her he would hardly call it love, but then he couldn’t actually say all of what he’d just thought since technically, the doctor believed him to be her husband. With that in mind, Naruto did the only thing he could and answered as if he was indeed her husband. “Of course I love my wife!”

The doctor smiled, “I can tell,” the old man said tucking the chart under his arm and grabbing Naruto’s hands, lifting them eye level. “Only a man in love would take this kind of injury for a woman.”

Naruto looked at his hands and he could hardly mask his surprise seeing for the first time the deep gashes and welts that covered them. He hadn’t recalled receiving a single wound and until that moment hadn’t noticed the pain, but there they were bright red and oozing with early signs of healing. “After you see your wife, I’ll have a nurse treat your injuries and get your hands bandaged.”

“Thank you.” Naruto quickly returned his hands to his side. This night was becoming weirder by the second.

“Well, there are a few more things I want to tell you before you meet with your wife. If she awakens and we find that she has indeed lost parts, or worst scenario, all of her memory, I am advising that you don’t try to force her to recall anything. Making her remember before her mind is ready can cause serious damage.”

“This is all hypothetical right? I mean you don’t have proof that she won’t remember anything.”

The doctor nodded in agreement “Yes, it’s hypothetical, but the extent of her injuries suggest it very plausible that she won’t remember. I just want you to be prepared for the worst, Mr. Uzumaki.”

“Let’s say she doesn’t remember anything in the beginning, how long will it be before she recalls everything?”

“Memory loss is a tricky thing. Your wife recalling your life together could happen in a few short days. Or it could take weeks for her to remember and at worst-”

“At worst?” Naruto parroted completely on edge as he took in the less than favorable news.

“She could never remember,” the doctor paused, then continued,” but that is where that love of yours comes in. Your wife not remembering will be the most trying time of her life. She will need your love and our patience to help her through this. You will need to guide her gently as she recovers. You think you can handle the task?”

Naruto nodded yes, although deep down he couldn’t help but feel as though the situation was quickly becoming more than he’d bargained for. When he’d wished he could see Sakura again this wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. A hot night of them picking up where they’d left off on that snowy New Years night of two years earlier was what he’d envisioned, not this.

“Well, lets get you in here. She’s sleeping because of the sedatives we’ve placed her on but when she awakens, I’m sure the first person she’ll want to see is her husband.”

XXX

Hours had gone by and he sat at Sakura’s bedside watching as she slept peacefully oblivious to the chaotic circumstances that had developed. He ‘d sat praying and hoping that she’d open those big beautiful green eyes of hers, and immediately know who she was and where she was, but she didn’t wake. And although Naruto had been determined to stay in the chair at her bedside, the pain in his rapidly swelling hands had become unbearable. He’d had no choice but to leave and seek out his own medical attention.

That had been an hour earlier. Naruto sat in the chair, his left palm flipped up, and his fingers spread wide as the nurse placed the final stitch in the gaping wound he’s received at some point during his climb out of the ravine.

He’d still yet to fully wrap his mind around the chain of events. One minute he’d been in his office thinking about Sakura the next he’d been pulling her from the wreckage of her smashed car. How was this possible? He hadn’t an answer and his the questions only seem to grow more complicated as he thought back to what the doctor had told him. There was a possibility that she wouldn’t remember a thing. What if that happened? What would he do?

The doctor said forcing her to recall any details of her life could cause more harm than good, but if he said nothing where would that leave them? He couldn’t pretend to be her husband forever, and even if he could, Naruto wasn’t certain that was what he wanted. Desiring her for a moment was one thing. Desiring her for a lifetime was an entire other. He wasn’t so certain he was prepared to do that. In fact, the more he thought about it seemed the best line of recourse was to make it known immediately that he and Sakura-Chan bore no romantic ties to one another. That’s what he’d do…at least it had been his intent until the office door swung open and in popped the giggling nurse he’d left at her side an hour earlier.

“She’s awake! Your wife’s awake, Naruto-san!” the nurse shouted, as she made her way into the tiny medical room.

“Good timing.” The nurse who’d been working on his hand said, placing the final pin in his bandage. “You’d better get going. She’s probably waiting for you.” The nurse continued, closing her first aid kit and getting to her feet.

Naruto climbed to his feet, and slowly unrolled his shirt sleeve. He looked to the deliverer of the news on Sakura’s condition. What he found gazing back unnerved him, and confirmed his worst fear. Sakura was awake. That was wonderful. However, Sakura didn’t remember anything which meant the fallacy she was his wife would go forth.

XXX

Well once again this seemed like an excellent place to stop. If I had continued there would have been another ten pages on top of this and I doubt if you guys really wanted that. Anyways, as always PLEASE let me know what you think. If not, thanks for reading. I am working on the next chapter since it’s already in my head so maybe I’ll have it done and ready for posting by Thursday. Thanks again for reading my humble fic!

Finding Destiny-Chapter Two

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 05:04:22 GMT

Finding Destiny
by animechick262003 / aka capucinodream
Rating: R
Warning: Alternate Universe / some oocness

Chapter Two

A Storm Commeth

Naruto stared at the blinking cursor on his laptop monitor as he contemplated his next move. Four hours of sitting behind his desk and nothing had come to mind. Not a single story line that he hadn’t done at least once in one shape or form. What he needed now was something new…especially under the circumstances of his upcoming debut with a new publishing firm. He needed to put his best foot forward to ensure fans didn’t become disillusioned with his sudden change from Kakashi publishing to another yet to be named firm. Naruto let out a forced breath, laced his fingers over his head, and leaned back in his chair.

He could hardly believe so much time had gone by. It seemed like it was just yesterday when he and Iruka had been cleaning out the attic and stumbled upon their grandfather’s works of fiction. Of course, his grandfather’s lengthy works were more than mere writings. A hot wave of crimson flooded Naruto’s cheeks as he thought back to the first novella of his grandfather’s he’d read. Even at seventeen, and having had his fair share of liaisons, reading his grandfathers compilation of erotic tales, he found himself feeling dirty and excited, one feeling feeding off the other till he could barely look at a woman without taking on full blush and getting a hard on. Iruka had suffered too, but not to the same degree as him.

As he reflected on it, Naruto surmised his easy readiness had a lot to do with the fact he’d been in the height of his sexual peek. Whatever the reason, the fact remained; his grandfather’s works were erotic art of the most titillating variety. Both he and Iruka realized immediately they’d found something amazing.

“We’ll send the manuscripts off to a publisher, and we’ll be rich,” Iruka had declared.

Iruka had been certain the writings they’d uncovered were the opportunity they’d waited for. This was their chance to know a better life. He on the other hand, hadn’t been so certain. Sure, they had been aroused reading their grandfathers decadent tales of wild young girls, and their eager lovers, but would anyone else? Could outsiders embrace the perverted writings of one old man? They agreed to send off one of the twenty manuscripts to well known publishing agencies.

After three months of waiting on pins and needles, they were contacted by Kakashi Publishing. It seemed the head of the publishing firm had gotten a hold of the manuscript and after reading it, wanted to meet with the creator to discuss contract negotiations. That posed a problem. They hadn’t thought that far ahead. The only thing they’d thought about were the possibilities the manuscripts represented for their lives. After talking it over, it was decided they’d ignore the offer.

They had no choice on the matter really. The representatives from Kakashi Publishing wanted to meet their grandfather and there was no way that could happen. He’d died a year earlier, and even if he hadn’t considering how secretive he’d been about his writing endeavors, he’d probably never have agreed to go public. In the end, they decided it was best to respect their grandfather’s secretiveness, and the notebooks that had been a beacon of hope for two money strapped youth, was once again locked away in the trunks in the attic to be forgotten. The months rolled forward, and the reps from Kakashi publishing continued to reach out, hoping to tempt them in with one contract offer or another. And they were tempted, fighting against their own desires to know more than the life of fisherman.

The signing bonus was growing in leaps in bounds with every offer, and still they turned them down, although admittedly, it was growing harder and harder to do so. They weren’t the wealthiest people. Truth be told, they needed the money badly, but what could they do? Things continued like that for five months, offer would come and they’d shoot it down until one day a representative of Kakashi publishing showed up at their door. Nothing unusual except at his side stood none other than Hitake Kakashi, president and owner of Kakashi Publishing.

At five years older, Naruto had been counting on Iruka to be the voice of reason. To tell the representative, and Hitake Kakashi, that there was no way they could make a deal of any sort. Boy had he been naïve back then. All it had taken was a trip to the most expensive restaurant in town Ichiraku Ramen Bar, and a few rounds rice wine, to get his stupid brother to declare even stupider things.

“We would like very much to sign with your firm, Kakashi-san, but you see the writer with whom you seek to make the agreement is only seventeen, in essence, a minor. If you could guarantee that his identity would remain a secret until he came of age, then perhaps we could reach an agreement of sorts?”

He had only a minute to wonder who in the hell his brother had been referring to before Iruka lifted a shaky hand, and pointed to him, making it very clear just whom this mysterious minor was he was talking about. It had taken damn near an hour to calm him down, and keep him from breaking Iruka’s finger. It was all down hill from there. Even though he vehemently protested, it seemed that Kakashi-san would take his brother’s words over his, and assume he was merely a very shy seventeen year old, which’d yet to embrace his talent as a writer. It took some effort on Iruka’s part, but eventually he’d been convinced to go along with the facade.

And so, seven years would pass with him working under false pretenses. It wasn’t something he took comfort in … lying and pretending to be someone he was not. Although doing so had opened the door to a bright future for the both he and Iruka, Naruto couldn’t shake the guilt of having profited through deceit. For this reason alone, when his contract with Kakashi publishing had reached its end, he’d refused to renew it. Kakashi had been nothing but kind to him, and his family for the past nine years. His betrayal was black stain on all of it…a black stain that seemed to only grow with each passing year. Something had to change, and the first change was he’d stopped using the notebooks they found in the trunk years earlier and started writing the manuscripts himself.

Although he was two years in with being self reliant, he had to be honest with himself. Naruto knew well, that his creative juices lacked that certain something that seemed to ooze with potency throughout his grandfathers writings. Still, he’d been competent enough to keep the Icha Icha Paradise series from losing much of its fan base as he transitioned from dependency on his grandfather’s work to that of his own. Not to mention regained a little of his integrity.

Now if only his transition from Kakashi publishing would progress as smoothly. The phone in Naruto’s study rang, brining him out of his thoughts. Naruto glanced down at the caller Id box and instantly recognized the caller as Iruka. The bastard was supposed to have returned from the neighboring town hours earlier, Naruto thought, briefly glancing at his desk clock. After the third ring, Naruto answered the phone.

“Where are you? You both should have returned hours ago,” Naruto barked making no effort to hide his aggravation over his brother’s tardiness.

“I know this is not what you want to hear, but we’re stuck,” Iruka replied.

“What in the hell do you mean you’re stuck?”

“You’ve been in your office all afternoon with the blinds drawn again, haven’t you, Naruto?”

“What’s that got to do with you not being here at the scheduled time?”

Iruka sighed “Open your blinds and you’ll see for yourself what the problem is.”

Naruto stood and walked over to his office window and opened the blinds. He immediately understood the problem Iruka had been referring too. “The sky is almost pitch black here. How bad is it there?” Naruto asked, a small part of him fearing the answer he would get.

“Can you say mudslide?” Iruka answered.

“Mud Slide? Where’s Eiya?”

“Would you calm down? Eiya-chan is right here beside me sound asleep.”

“Well, where are you two? I can take my pick-up and drive over to get you. Just give me directions,” Naruto said walking back over to his desk, gathering a pen and paper, preparing to jot down what ever instruction his brother gave him.

“There’s no need for that.”

“What do you mean there’s no need for that? Of course there’s a need. Eiya’s with you and there are mudslides. Now give me directions.”

“Idiot, if there was a way in or out of this place we would have returned to Konoha by now, but as it stands, the roads are washed out, and part of the tracks was destroyed by large boulders. Not to mention that it’s so nasty outside you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Only a person on a suicide mission would attempt any travel in this storm. It’s best you stay put. “

Naruto walked back over to his office window. He could see nothing. Still, Sitting while Eiya was out in weather like this didn’t go over well, but then neither did the prospect of dying while trying to get to him. It looked as if he’d have to do as Iruka suggested and wait things out.

“How is he? He’s scared of rain you know?” Naruto continued, his gut tightening over the prospect of Eiya being out on a stormy night alone, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

“I know, but he has Mister Fluffy-Chan with him, so he’s holding up pretty well.”

Naruto chuckled, feeling somewhat comforted. Even if he couldn’t be there, Iruka was there, and there was no way Iruka would allow anything to happen to Eiya. The same way he’d never let anything happen to him when he was a kid. He told himself, but Naruto knew well that relaxing while Eiya was away from his side on a night like this would prove a difficult task.

“You know, I still want to kill you for giving him that damned stuffed clown.” Naruto started up once more.

“Kill me? You haven’t the skill,” They both laughed. Then Iruka continued “Listen, the storm is supposed to pass by late tomorrow. I will check things out then. If there is any way for Eiya and me to return to Konoha, I’ll make it my mission to get us there. Though, I wouldn’t suggest holding out for that. This is a small village with two means of entering… by road, and by train. Both routes have taken damage. I really don’t want to sound alarmist, but we could be here a few more days.”

Naruto sighed. That wasn’t the sort of news he wanted to hear, but there was little that could be done. They were dealing with the wrath of Mother Nature after all, and she could be a real bitch about things. “You may not want to sound like an alarmist, but I’m alarmed. Anyway, I understand the situation. I’ll have to live with this, however unbearable until you two return. Will you have him call me when he wakes in the morning?”

“I was planning on doing just that,” Iruka answered, “Before I go, there’s something I wanted to ask you?”

“What is it?”

“Did the representative from Ton Ton Publishing come by?”

“No one has been here since the postman earlier this afternoon.”

“I see. Well, chances are if, they haven’t arrived by now. Then they’re not coming.”

“I imagine that could be the case.”

“Alright, little brother. I’ll let you get back to your writing.”

“Thanks, I plan to do just that, and Iruka?”

“Yeah?”

“Take care of my son.”

XXXX

Tire traction was next to nil, as Sakura carefully maneuvered her rental car over the slick and dangerous back roads that lead deep into the Konoha country side. Sakura still couldn’t believe how the skies mood had changed so fast from blissful blue, to depressing black, bringing with it one hell of a storm. She’d been warned beforehand by the rep back at the car rental depot that rain was in the forecast, but she hadn’t expected this. High winds shook the small sports car she’d rented for travel, while the heavy rain impaired her vision.

The alarms in her head told her to pull over to the side of the road, and wait till the storm let up, but then so had the old guy back at the car rental depot, and she hadn’t listened to him either. She couldn’t afford to. Every minute wasted was one more she’d have to spend out in hick hell. The reality was the faster she arrived at the writer’s house, and got the contract signed, the faster she’d be on a train bound for home. And the faster she returned home with the contract the sooner she could revel in having defeated Shizune at her own game. Nothing would keep her from that outcome…not even Mother Nature. Sakura glanced at the dashboard clock to gauge the time. It was half past seven.

A little over an hour had gone by since she’d first set out on her journey. According to the old man at the car rental place, Paradise Estates should have been close by. Sakura looked to the window once more, hoping the ball game had shifted to her favor, and for once since the onslaught of heavy rain and dangerous winds had begun, she would see something beyond the windshield wipers that swept rapidly from left to right, and back again. What awaited her was sheer disappointment. Mist lay thick over the cool windshield glass, hampering her attempt to see anything beyond what was right in front of her.

“This is ridiculous,” She irritably muttered, taking her hand off the steering wheel. Leaning forward slightly, she lifted her arm, and wiped the windshield with the sleeve of her jacket in an attempt to ease the fog. It was a move she’d live to regret.

She hadn’t time to fully understand what happened only brace her self for the unavoidable end. Her car hit a slick spot on the road, and before she could maneuver her foot off the accelerator to avoid disaster, lifted off the ground, turned ninety degrees ,crashed through the guard rail, and down into the over brush of a side ditch. It didn’t matter that her hands were now locked around the steering wheel like two tiny vice in the ten and two o’clock position. It didn’t matter that she frantically slammed onto the break continuously till the heel broke off her shoe, and the bones in her ankle threatened to snap under the force. In that instance, nothing mattered, because the mistake had been made. The last thing she would hear before blacking out was the sound of the metal being crushed, and bent backwards as her small box styled sports car crashed with force into a tree.

XXXX

Naruto watched through his office window as the rain that had begun earlier in the day continued on into the night. Not once had the storm let up and there were no sign that it would any time soon which only added to his worry. He’d tried to convince himself not to linger on the situation too much. After all, it wasn’t as if there was anything he could do to change the circumstances. His son would be away from him over night for the first time in two years. Naruto glanced over to the stuffed teddy that sat erect, its button eyes taunting him with memories of the small blue eyed boy who should have been there but was not.

The very thought of separation made Naruto gut tighten painfully. It wasn’t as if he didn’t realize that there would come time when Eiya would move out of reach. The moment he became a father, and learned the true meaning of falling in love, he understood this, but for the time they did have, he wanted to keep his precious little boy as close to him as possible…not sparing a moment to ensure there was nothing he missed. He simply wanted to be there always, the way he’d always wished his parents would have been for him.

Naruto felt his chest tighten at that thought and knew he’d dared to venture to far, touching on a matter that was best left buried in the deepest recesses of his mind. Naruto let out a forced breath, and returned his attention to the computer that rested on the desk in front of him. He’d been absent minded most the day, failing to focus on the task he’d assigned himself. Naruto been determined to finish at least ten pages a day but it would take more than will to get the latest manuscript done. The first necessity was desire. He hadn’t been in the mood for writing much in recent weeks. He supposed he was somewhat burned out, but his troubles weren’t anything that his second dilemma wouldn’t cure. Which brought him to the topic of inspiration. It had been a while since he had been inspired…two years to be précised. Who’d have thought a brief encounter with one woman on a snowy deck would leave him with a raging hard on that took quite a bit of working to get off, and a years worth of writing ammo.

A grin spread over his mouth as he allowed his mind to take him back to that night, and that kiss. He could recall clearly how sweet she’d tasted, her tongue plying gently inside his mouth, teasing him to the point his only thought had been to get her home and into bed where he could savor her till he was completely sated, but she’d denied him the pleasure. A subconscious groan slipped from between Naruto’s lips, and his cock twitched as he enjoyed the visions his minds eye offered.

Recalling the pleasure of the green eyed beauty was source to the sweetest torment, but he couldn’t deny himself no matter how many nights he spent with only his five companions to help him work off the consequence of thinking about her.

“Shit,” Naruto uttered the curses as he performed a quick adjustment of his steadily hardening cock. What he wouldn’t have given at that moment to have had her there, stationed on his lap, his cock swelled deep inside her, while her pretty face contortioned with desire. If only he could have found her back then. He could do more than think about her, he could have her, but he’d let her slip through his fingers. Naruto let out a deep sigh. Who was he kidding? The temptress had become his personal legend, and that’s what she’d remain since he was positive he’d never see her again. Not unless fate intervened. Like that would happen. The fact was, if he was unable to locate the pink haired snow nymph two weeks after initially meeting her, there was no way in hell, he’d find her two years after doing so. No way.

No sooner than the thought crossed his did he hear it…a sound to make the hair on his neck rise and send him catapulting to his feet With hurried strides, he covered the distance from his desk to his office window. He stared out over the inky black, and rain assaulted landscape. He scoured high and low from his vantage seeking the source of the startling noise. Then the second round of disturbing sound rang out through the night. The noise was too faint to clearly discern but just loud enough to breach the barrier of the window pain.

Naruto had a sneaking suspicion as to what he was hearing, but there was only one way to be certain. Naruto turned and beeline for the coat rack near his office door. He grabbed his favorite orange nylon jacket, and slipped it on before making for the front door. Urgent strides cut the distance in half and in seconds Naruto stood on his front porch staring off into the rain. Now he could hear it clearly, it was unmistakable as it howled into the cool wet night.

“A car horn,” he whispered, calling the sound by name as he quickly made his way down the front steps and onto the gravel covered walk way. Rocks crunched beneath his sneakers as his urgent walk became a jog.

As he approached the end of his driveway, the sound became louder. It was as if someone had taken a car horn and sat on it. Unlocking the gate that guarded his home, Naruto stepped through and out onto the isolated stretch of road. He could barely see his hand in front of his face, but he could hear distinctly the noise as he prepared to seek out its source. Naruto continued where he’d left off, and began sprinting in the direction from which the sound of the car horn flowed. Minutes passed and Naruto came upon the damaged guard rails. By now the sound had become deafening, and as Naruto looked down in the gully, he realized he’d found what he’d been looking for.

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I thought this was a good place to stop. Man oh Man, I always plan to write Naruto x Sakura Smut but the stories take on lives of their own and I end up with really complex story lines. WHY? I wish I could just write these two in meaningless smut. Not that this story won’t have it share. It most DEFINITELY will. Ah well, at last. Thanks to everyone who has read. DOUBLE KUDOS to those who reviewed. I was scared I’d be flamed to hell for giving Naruto depth beyond what’s normally associated with him.

Finding Destiny-Chapter One

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 04:48:41 GMT

Finding Destiny

by animechick262003 / aka capucinodreams

Rated R / Alternate Universe

Warning: Some OOCness in early chapters

Summary: Chance brought them together the first time. It was destiny the second, but can Naruto convince Sakura of this? Will she realize that when love is destined there's nothing you can do to escape it? Naruto x Sakura and Naruto Cast. AU/AR,Language,Lemon,Lime

Chapter One

In the Beginning there were Two

New Years Eve 2004

Naruto settled into his seat in the corner of the room, a beer in his hand and a cigarette poised at the corner of his mouth. It was New Years Eve and the large ballroom at Kakashi publishing was filled to capacity with assorted members of the publishing industry. Some were there to make new business connections, while others were there to simply cut loose. He should have fallen into the second category. In fact the second category was precisely why his elder brother had dragged him there.

He needed to cut loose and get away from his work every now and again, Iruka had said. Iruka was right. He did need to cut loose, let his hair down and enjoy all life had to offer. Not that he had not before, but in recent months he’d been tied to his office as he completed four MS’s in just four short months. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of his hard work and the impending result on the local book market. Still, he wasn’t feeling as festive as he should have, and not without reason.

Naruto always found himself lost to memories of a different time, and a life that would never know its full potential. Two years had passed since then and still he’d yet to let it go. Naruto smiled weakly as he turned the glass on the table in front of him. What he was experiencing, his refusal to release the past was stupidity at it’s finest. It was the same stupidity that had dared him to free a bird from its cage just to see the results. It was this very stupidity that had left his marred and damn near broken man. Naruto grabbed his glass from his table and chugged down the last of the clear bitter concoction inside, then grabbed his beer and climbed to his feet. He glanced briefly to the two women who sat on either side of him, for the first time recalling that they’d been there. Shit, he’d been so lost in thought he’d forgotten he’d collected them for his amusement.

Quietly, he maneuvered his way out of the booth ignoring the puzzled glances from his intended night’s conquest and quickly lost himself in the crowd, preventing them from giving chase. It was supposed to have been a festive night, but for him it was anything but and the only thing he wanted to do was get as far away from the noise and the crowd as possible, and he knew just the place.

XXXXXX

Sakura sipped leisurely on her fifth glass of cherry wine and watched her assistant from the safety of the corner of the room as she mingled with fellow party goers. So this was what a party with Kakashi publishing was like? There were lavish decorations for as far as the eyes could see, and anything and everything the heart would or could desire for both dining and drinking pleasures was readily available for consumption. Even more appetizing was the array of publishing industry moguls that filled the room.

The room was alive with the who’s who of the publishing world. It was complete paradise, and under normal circumstances she would have been making her rounds, getting as many numbers and making as many acquaintances as possible for future business dealings, but not tonight. Tonight her spirits wouldn’t let her travel beyond the corner she’d hidden herself away in. Tonight she couldn’t waste her spirits on soliciting business deals. No, tonight she had to use what little spirit she had left to fight off the desire to collapse to her knees and cry till her heart content.

Tonight she had to focus on being strong…to not give in to the hurt that at that very moment wound its way through her chest and painfully constricted her heart. She couldn’t give in she couldn’t give in and yet at that moment her only desire was to cry. Sakura polished off the cherry wine that filled her glass, and as the waiter carrying drinks made his way by, grabbed two more, and made her way towards the ballroom exit. Her legs were like gelatin beneath her but somehow carried enough strength to propel her out the ballroom door, and into dimly lit labyrinth of hallways known as Kakashi Publishing. She chugged down her sixth glass of the sweet wine and when she’d finished tossed the empty wineglass to the floor.

Clumsy legs led her towards a spiraling stair case which she quickly hiked. She reached the end and a door and hurriedly opened it escaping into the crisp cold air of the snowy night. She was finally free…safe from prying eyes to see, and with that freedom came the first flurry of hot wet hurt from her eyes and across her cheeks. She stumbled forward grabbing the ice trimmed rails that guarded the deck. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, and then at the top of her hurt filled lungs screamed with all she had. Screamed until the strength that had held her up, slowly let her down until she was on her knees her vision of the skylines off in the distance becoming a nothing more than a blur as her eyes welled to capacity and the raw emotion she’d been trying to stifle most the evening forced its way through.

“Here it is I wish for a princess and receive a real damsel in distress,” a male’s voice chuckled startling her. Sakura pulled her head up from its downcast position, and turned ever so slightly towards the side, receiving her first visions of the shadowy figure who’d spoken to her. He took a shallow step forward, bringing himself partially out of the shadows as he extended his hand and with it, a bottle of the beverage she’d played close companion to most of the night. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, although his words weren’t so much an inquisition as it was an announcement of his intent Sakura learned as he settled on the ground beside her and folded his legs one over the other. Normally, she would have protested, but she hadn’t the strength and his offer of another helping of the sweet cherry wine was too good to pass over.

With cautious regard she watched him from the corner of her eyes as she made use of the bottle he’d handed her and its content. He was a suspicious one, hiding outside in the cold all alone, but she supposed she must have looked just as suspicious favoring a cold snowy deck over that of the warm room of the party. He didn’t utter another word after that and she was thankful. She wasn’t in the mood for mindless chatter and it seemed he was under the same sentiments. And so they sat gazing aimlessly into the bright snow covered night for hours.

It was inevitable that their quiet time together would come to an end. The night was growing colder, not to mention coming to an close. Sakura could clearly discern the beginning of the New Years Count down as the music shut off the peoples voices grew louder. Without a word, her mysterious companion stood.

Ten

Nine

“We’d better get back down stairs if we hope to bring the New Years in properly,” he said offering her a hand.

Eight

Sakura tilted her head up, and for the first time caught a glimpse of her companions face. She was stunned at what she saw glaring back but only mildly so. After all, the parties were not just for the writers or the publishers, many a cover models attended these events. With a face like his, he had to be one such model. If she wasn’t busy nursing a broken heart, she may have actually hit on him.

Seven

Six

“You’re quite handsome,” she boldly announced her words slurred together as she made clumsy effort to get to her feet.

Five

“You’re not bad yourself,” he answered back causing her cheeks to flame. Her green eyes locked with his as she placed her right hand on the ground and pushed up, stumbling along the way. She quickly learned how over indulged she’d been as she toppled forward, collided with him, causing him to lose traction on the snow covered deck, tumble backwards and carry her along for the ride.

Four

They landed with a thud him on the deck her on top of him, their eyes locked.

Silence passed between them as they laid there surprised by the chain of events.

Three

Sakura supposed at that point she could have just apologized for being a klutz and removed her self from atop of him.

Two

But staring into his face, and thinking about all she’d been through that evening, she decided she deserved at least one treat to compensate for her heartache.

One

And his lips were the perfect compensation.

“Happy New Year!” the voices of the party goers below rung into the night as fireworks lit up the navy blue sky. There on a snowy deck Sakura lay reveling in the arms of man whose name she didn’t know, gleaning pleasure from the exquisiteness of his sake and cigarette laced lips. His tongue against her tongue, his lips against her lips two lonely souls compensating loss. Finding something they both lacked, however brief in that moment.

The door to the deck flew open and their moment was shattered. The partygoers from below were now moving to the deck to watch the fireworks show. Panting like crazy Sakura’s gazed down at the man who she’d yet to release from beneath her. Desire spoke through his eyes. He wanted her in the worst way, and had she not been nursing a very recent wound, she would have eagerly obliged. It was best to leave things as they were.

“Happy New Year,” She whispered as she prepared to rise to her feet. He caught her by the arm held her still.

“Come with me to my place,” he said his voice gruff with desire to take things beyond a kiss. An impish grin graced her tiny mouth hearing his plea for more. She new well the far reaching affects of her lapse in judgment in taking what she wanted over his body. The evident were hard to miss, standing proudly in the confines of his dark and very expensive Armani slacks.

A mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction rose over her as she slowly descended from her alcohol induced high. Quietly, she gathered herself together and proceeded to remove her body from atop of his. Cold air swept underneath her tiny skirt and between her thighs reminding her of the inviting warmth she was turning away. Sakura stared down at the male and he continued to stare up at her. It would have been so simple to collapse into this mans arms and let him have his way with her whatever way that might have been until they bother lay sweating and defeated by exhaustion. But she new all to well the repercussions the morning would bring. When the sun rose, all the hurt and anger she’d tried to abandon would merely resurface, and she would regret her tryst however good she knew it would be.

Sakura smiled weakly, longing to take this momentary escape, but denying herself the pleasure of doing so, and said. “If the heavens are willing maybe we will meet again, and I won’t regret being your lover even for one night,” She finished, turned and disappeared into the oncoming crowd.

XXXX

It was a brief bout of being dazed and delirious with desire that had kept him on the icy grounds as the pink haired beauty had made her escape into ever growing crowd of part goers gathering on the deck. Shaking off his stupor, Naruto hurried to his feet and began his pursuit. He searched the entire deck, and when there was no sign of her there, he made haste to the floor just below. He didn’t know why but there was an urgent need to find her. Desire, maybe? Or maybe it was the fact that something was triggered. Something he’d thought he’d lost a long time ago. He had no answer, but finding her…if he could only find her he’d at least have a start at getting answers.

“Where in the hell did you go? Where?” He gritted in frustration as he stared into the endless swarm of people.

Who was she? She was at Kakashi Publishing’s Party, maybe she was staff…a writer or maybe and editor, perhaps a secretary? No there was no way she was a secretary. That little skirt suit she wore was far too expensive to be paid for off of the measly salary of a secretary. He could tell that much. But then that would mean she was a higher ranking official within the publishing world. Then again, she could have merely been a guest of one of the other workers. Who was she?

“Oi, little brother?” A slurred voice shouted from the opposite end of the hall as a familiar shaky figure made his way towards him. Maybe Iruka knew. After all he spent far more time at Kakashi publishing then he did. Naruto rushed towards his older brother.

“Iruka, I have to ask you something.”

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you,” Iruka said his word broken by a mixture of hiccups and slurred speech.

“Yes, more times than I care to think about. Now seriously I have a question for you-“

“Even after you tore mister Fluffy-Chan to pieces with your fire crackers, I still loved you. I still-Fluffy-Chan! What’d he ever do to you? What?” Iruka wept, and if Naruto had the time to spare he would have died from the embarrassment.

“Answer my question and I’ll by you another Mister fluffy-Chan.” Like hell he’d buy another one of those damned clowns. As long as he could remember clowns had given him the creeps, and that was precisely why he’d blown the damn thing up in the first place, but if there was a chance he would learn once and for all who the identity of the pink haired vixen, he’d say anything. In fact he’d sale his very soul if it meant he would find her again.

Iruka stared up at him his eyes heavily glazed “How do I know you’re telling the truth, and you’ll buy me another Fluffy-Chan? Iruka leaned forward, bringing their faces inches apart, then belched, releasing fumes so toxic Naruto wanted to rip his own nose off and throw it away.

“I promise I’ll buy you a new stuffed clown,” Naruto said desperately trying to censor his gag reflexes.

“It’s a deal. I’ll tell you what you want to know, and you will buy me anew Fluffy-Chan.”

“Hai, “Naruto mumbled begging his increasingly queasy stomach to settle down. In the morning he’d kill Iruka for this.

“Ask away,”

“I met a girl tonight.”

“You meet a girl every night.” Iruka snidely replied.

“Yes, but none like this girl. I need to find her, Iruka.”

“Why? She stole your wallet or something? I’ve told you about picking up hookers.

They’re nothing but trou-”

“God damn it! No, it’s not like that. Look, I can’t explain it, but something tells me I need to find her now, or I may not see her again or for a while if at all. So please, for a moment, pull yourself together, and answer me. Do you know a girl about this tall,” Naruto stepped back and held his hand mid chest level, then continued, “with amazing green eyes and really pale pink hair? Please tell me you do?”

Iruka stared at Naruto’s hand a minute and then met him eye to eye. “ Pink Hair? You been messing with gramps stash again?”

“God Damn it Iruka!? Be serious.”

“Alright…alright to answer your question no, I don’t know any pink haired girls about this tall,” Iruka replied mimicking Naruto’s gesture of holding his hands chest high. “ Satisfied?”

“Not particularly,” Naruto grumbled sinking back into a state of defeat having learned that Iruka was a dead end for finding information on the pink haired mystery girl. Naruto did a full turn, letting his eyes scour the room, hoping against hope that he would catch a glimpse of his lady fair, but something deep inside told him all hope of locating her at this point was gone. Recognizing defeat for what it was, Naruto did the only thing he could at that point to calm his nerves. He reached into his pocket and plucked out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He peeled the pack open and withdrew one of the tobacco filled stick , positioned it between his lips, and lit up.

“If the heavens are willing maybe we will meet again, and I won’t regret being your lover even for one night,”

Her last word echoed through his mind, hammering in his regret. But he wasn’t a fool, and he never made the same mistake twice.

“If the heavens are willing we will meet again, and I won’t make the same mistake of letting you get away.”

XXXXXX

Two Years Later

Sakura sighed and slumped down in her seat as she stared out the window of the two o’clock bullet train from Tokyo. She rested her head against the warm glass and took in what she could of the scene on the other side. Not that she could make out much. The acceleration of the train made what would have been a picturesque scene an indiscernible blur as it carried her towards her destination. Konoha huh? She’d never heard of the place before today…before she’d shoved her big fat foot into her mouth.

Sakura let out another sigh and sunk lower as the weight of the reality she’d stupidly created weighed down on her. What had she been thinking back there? Her declaration had been beyond inane, but she had to do something. Two years earlier she’d arrived at Ton Ton Publishing. Naturally with hard work and determination it hadn’t taken her long to be named a rising star in the publishing world, and catch the eye of the company’s owner. She’d barely had two years in the industry when she surpassed editors that had more tenor to take up post as Tsunade’s right hand woman, and third in command. She’d been aiming for second in command. Unfortunately, that position had already been filled and its occupant wasn’t taking the arrival of a new challenger for the coveted spot kindly.

Shizune had been by Tsunade’s side since the inception of Ton Ton Publishing. It was rumored the much older woman and the younger woman had more going on than met the eye. Sakura had to admit she sometimes got that vibe and suspected this to be partly the reason Shizune had positioned herself to make Sakura’s inevitable rise to partner a difficult one. To Shizune she’d somehow become not only a rival in business, but a rival for the affections of the pretty blond woman that headed Ton Ton Publishing. Not that Sakura was interested. She preferred her conquest to come in the masculine. Somehow Sakura didn’t think Shizune would believe her even if she stated this out loud. Either way, Shizune was not the sort to be taken lightly. She was a cunning, level headed woman that thought every aspect, of everything she did to completion. Everything. This very fact was the reason she found herself on the two o’clock train headed to a little known village located in the middle of no where.

It was no secret that her last two deals had fallen through. She was given the task to sign two up and coming writers. Mysteriously, both had backed out hours before they were due to ink their signatures on the contract lines. Although she could never get any proof to validate her suspicions, Sakura was certain Shizune was behind the writers defaulting on their agreements with her. Not that it would have mattered one way or the other with her boss. Tsunade only cared about results, and her results in recent months were so bad they’d left her up the creek with one paddle, and a waterfall rapidly approaching.

Sakura had been around long enough to understand the inner workings of the publishing company. She was third in command and there were sharks just below her waiting for signs of blood so they could take her out and take her place. Like hell she’d let that happen, and Shizune had known it too. That’s why she’d craftily dangled the prospect of signing the most renowned erotic writer in all of Japan in front of her.

It seemed the creator of the Icha Icha Paradise series contract with Kakashi Publishing had recently come to an end making the creator of the hottest erotic literature to date a free agent that over half of the publishing world would sell their souls to sign. This was the kind of assignment that only the most skilled dared to take on. After all, most suspected that Hitake Kikashi, head of Kakashi publishing would simply cave to the demands of the writer and quickly re-sign their top selling author. Only a fool would take on a task of this magnitude. Convincing an author to leave the publishing firm that put them on the map was akin to running head first into a brick wall and expecting good results. Still, after having failed to sign her last two clients, Sakura was just desperate enough to take on the challenge, and Shizune knew this.

“ Give me one month, and I’ll have the contract with the writer for Icha Icha Paradise signed sealed and personally deliver it to your hands or quit Ton Ton publishing for good,” She’d declared like an idiot…like Shizune knew she would.

This had been Shizune plan all along. She’d been baited, she’d bit and now she was flopping around in her own blood as Shizune circled, patiently waiting to inflict the final wound to end her. Or maybe Shizune would sit back and watch her choke on her own blood. Either way was no good. “Damn it!” Sakura grumbled angrier than ever she’d fallen head long into Shizune trap. Still, the game wasn’t over. She hadn’t waddled in the grimy, shark infested pits, shutting off every ounce of her humanity for the last two years for nothing. Everything she’d done was to claim the success she’d longed for, and finally the door she’d banged on relentlessly was opening. A little more and she’d be the youngest woman to be made partner in the firm. There was no way in hell she’d let Shizune keep her from her dream of becoming a force within the publishing industry. She needed this. She needed this more than anything, and with a little seduction on her part, she’d make it happen.

Of course she’d never liked using sex to get what she wanted. That simply wasn’t her style, but this was a rare circumstance. Besides it wasn’t as if she had to actually sleep with anyone to get what she wanted. From what she’d heard through her contacts, the creator of Icha Icha Paradise was an old pervert. The key word being old. It wouldn’t take much to convince him to see things her way. A flash of a leg, and a little boob action would get the old guy off and she’d have him signed to Ton Ton, and be on the midnight bullet train back to Tokyo.

*****

Ah well here is my latest endeavor. As you can see, I don’t like writing the usual. And this is pretty far from it I think. I hope you don’t flame. As usual if you don’t like, don’t read. And if you do like feel free to continue coming back for more. One last thing, I’d like to apologize for the earlier deletion of Grind. I deleted the fiction well, because it wasn’t what I wanted, but then I decided to repost to learn that two chapters had been lost during a computer crash preventing re-posting. Sorry!! Anyways, I will definitely finish this story. I hope you guys enjoy and don’t hesitate to tell me what you think okay!

Hello!!

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 00:43:29 GMT

Hello Everyone! My name is CapucinoDream or as some may know me animechick262003 or as other still know me ebonyrose. I have started this journal to host my on personal brand of Naruto x Sakura Romantic and Erotic Fan Fiction. I may also host other stories from other series, but mostly Naruto Fanfiction for the time being. I will be posting my first naruto fiction soon and I eagerly anticipate your repsonse.