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wide-eyedscottishlass · 4 years

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The Nightmare, part two [continued from]

Hennessy was aware of Scarlett’s cries before her frenzied writhing at his side brought him to full consciousness, for they had somehow insinuated themselves into the dream he’d been having---as though they were the call of the seagulls that rode the ocean breeze above, while he swam just beyond the shallows off his private beach. Eyes snapping open, he was disappointed to leave that dream behind, but only until he understood that his delicious little lover was in the grip of a powerful night terror.

She was tangled up in the dampened sheet, her skin feverish and slick at every point of contact between them, as he searched his memory for the best way to proceed. Hennessy seemed to recall the wisest advice was not to wake the sleeper; that the terror would subside on its own soon enough, and that the victim would eventually settle into some sort of quieter, gentler sleep. But her panicked moans and pained flailing begged for a better remedy than that—even before she began to cry out in her native brogue, so thick as to be nearly unintelligible. How could he not seek to wake her and give her the comfort she needed? And what could cause her sweet, guileless spirit to suffer such an assault by her subconscious?

He caught her in his arms, trying to hold on firmly, while still giving her body leeway enough to move without bringing harm to herself. “Sssssshhhhhhsssss,” he crooned, kissing her brow several times, with a tenderness he hoped might assuage whatever had awoken such terror, “I’ve got you, darling, and I’m not letting go…” Come back to me, he silently commanded, repeating his placations like a mantra, as her body began to slowly still in his arms. Now she was weeping while babbling incoherently, and then she began to cough and gasp for air. Hennessy pulled her into a sitting position, thinking to give her better room to draw fuller breaths. “Scarlett…baby…breathe…you’ve got to breathe…”

Her eyes flew open and the look of terror within them nearly froze him in place—until she blinked several times before finally recognizing him. “That’s right, darling…whatever it was, isn’t real…it was just a horrible dream, but you’re safe here with me, I swear it…”

Scarlett seemed to nod in understanding, but within moments she had turned away. Propped up on her hands over the edge of the bed, she began to retch violently. Once, twice, and then a third time, each spasm followed by the unmistakable splash of water hitting the Persian rug, before she collapsed onto the mattress in a sobbing heap. The moonlight streaming through the transom window above the French doors out to his balcony, painted her fair, unblemished skin an even whiter shade of pale, but Hennessy didn’t need that illumination to know what lay puddled bedside. Seawater. Caribbean seawater, judging by the tang of concentrated salt in the air. How in bloody hell was that even possible?

She had buried her face in her arms, muffling her sobs, while her slender form shivered in the aftermath of dreaming terror and waking nightmare. As black hearted as he knew himself to be, Hennessy was not a man immune to the suffering of others, and the sight of his most gentle, loving little naiad in such pitiful duress stirred a mercy and a tenderness within his breast unlike any he had felt for anyone in countless years. In the sunlight of the coming day, he might rue such softness, but in the secret, velvet dark, his first impulse was to comfort and console.

And so he reached for her, shocked when she flinched at first, beneath the quiet touch of his hands. He knew well that she was not necessarily reacting to him, knew instinctively that this was not some response conjured by the times their play had gotten rough; indeed, Scarlett had yet to experience his darker depths, those hungers he visited only upon those who eagerly sought them out. No, her mind must still be snarled with the nightmare world that had terrified her so---and surely some dark magic other than his own had created a spell enough for her to have taken in a belly full of seawater here on dry land.

“There now,” he husked in his gentlest voice, “You’ve been dreaming badly, love, but there’s nothing here that will hurt you… I promise.” She gave a deep, tremulous sigh, nodding as she moved into his arms and compliantly laid her head against her shoulder. “That’s right, little lamb…you are under my protection now, and I will not abide anything that seeks to hurt you. Or to frighten you. Or even dares to make you weep.” He smoothed his clever fingers through her hair, noting her breathing had become less harried and she had ceased her trembling.

Scarlett slid her arm around his neck as possessively---he supposed---as she was capable of, and nuzzled her tear stained cheek against his chest. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, “…so very, very sorry…”

“Whatever for,” he scoffed lightly, resting his lips in the halo of her hair, feeling them purse as he tried not to smile too much. She really was one of the dearest creatures he had ever known. “One cannot control the contents of one’s dreams, Scarlett---and except for what you just suffered yourself…and a little lost sleep for the both of us---no harm has been done that can’t be remedied.”

“But…but your rug,” she countered, and he heard well her plea for forgiveness between the lines.

“Ah, well---that is something within my power to fix. Easily, dear, and without a bit of fuss.”

She raised her head to look at him, a wee bit skeptical, and very wide-eyed, “Really?”

Now he just had to give her an indulgent smile. He urged her onto her side, so that he was spooning her, snug against his chest. Hennessy had already shown her bits and bobs of his power over the elements, and she had come to delight in some of his most naughty, delicious tricks. This one was sure to impress her further, while relieving her concern of the damage she’d done to his expensive Persian rug. “Now watch,” he commanded her, kissing her temple as he stretched his hand towards the far side of the bed. “This is as easy as any of my lesser spells…and as easy as the sins you’ve learned at my behest,” he teased her, and was rewarded with a perfect little snuggle of her bare bottom against his pelvis. Oh my, now that’s the spirit, little lamb, he thought wickedly, imagining that sleep was going to have to wait a good while more before either of them succumbed to it again. With a practiced flick of his hand, there was a long hiss as the water soaking the carpet tuned to vapor and rose into the air, before it evaporated.

As ever, Scarlett gave a sound of pleasant surprise. Pleased that her spirit had lightened, Hennessy rolled her onto her back, and rose above her, liking the mischief which---having dismissed her tears---now filled her doe-eyes. Her trust in him was palpable, and as delicious as ever; she was happy to be his plaything, ever-willing to acquiesce to wherever his cravings took them---and even the darkness that had violently disturbed her could not eclipse the deep desire he roused in her young, nubile body. And in her heart, he reminded himself; that’s where the greatest danger for her lays. Come morning, they would need to discuss and puzzle out the nightmare that had possessed his little lamb so thoroughly that it caused that frightening physical manifestation. For now though, he would be the lover and comfort---and the quite unwitting shelter---which she had come to need.

#my writing #Scarlett Campbell #her Selkie blood #an alternate storyline to the RP thing #Scarlett #ScarlettHeadCanon

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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The Devil Named Sharon Chapter 7 {Shalaska} - imafuckinglibra

Hey, hi, how are you? I have so many other stuff to write but you know what I picked the most neglected fic I have so enjoy my children. Some fluff, some frankly traumatic smut, and some comfort bc god knows I’m out of practice and this is a bit rushed, I apologize. Anywho imma go look at the shiny new ring I got my hopefully soon to be fiancé enjoy k bye

“Yours.” Alaska repeated just as she had done earlier in the morning after Jinkx had left Sharon’s office and left her battle axe of a boss in this horribly foul mood that came to bite her in the ass. Multiple times.

First when she barked at her for forgetting to put her bottle of sparkling water on her left instead of her right.

Then when she ordered to have her lunch sent to her office in 15 minutes even though she good and goddamn well knew it was impossible to get from the upscale Manhattan restaurant in less than 25 on a good day.

As soon as the poor delivery boy soaked in nervous sweats arrived with perfectly cooked steak, side of grilled in season veggies drenched in some sort of vinaigrette and the standard order of pompousness that came with each of their meals arrived however, Sharon simply scowled at the food.

Disgusted by it’s presence and just how nonchalantly it sat there watching her across the room. “What’s this?”

“Your…lunch?” Alaska hesitantly and very confused by the lack of praise for completing, what she had deemed and rightfully so, an impossible task.

Instead she simply drop her bag and oversized black coat onto Alaska desk as she marched past it into the big glass framed office where the food stood. Dismissing her meal with a displeased shove on the side of the plate shaking the contents enough to fall off onto her desk.

“I said I’m having lunch with you do you remember or are you completely retarded?” Another bite in the ass.

“Uh…” Alaska stammered unsure of how to respond.

“Are you, completely, retarded?” Sharon looked up from under her lashes to snarl at her the longer she took to think of a response. “Good thing you’re pretty.” She grunted picking up a few mock copies of other runway related magazines, securing them under her arm as she made her exit again.

Slapping Alaska’s cheek even as her mouth still gapped open and shut in a dazed panic before she dug her nails into her cheekbones. “I’m hungry, let’s go. Pet.”

“Who do you belong to!?” Sharon repeated her question with her authoritative growl turning into a blood curdling scream through her dark empty eyes.

“You…” Alaska futility again tried to follow commands with whatever dignity she had left so utterly exposed under Sharon’s relentless wrath.

She had brought the younger girl to her apartment under the rouse that it was to pick something up before going to lunch with her roommates.

Instead Sharon had managed to push her into the living room with hunger, torment, unexplainable fury and too many pent up emotions heavy in her heart scaring Alaska down to her core.

Inciting both terror and passionate lust that rushed down her thighs and back up through her veins, bringing her to a state of helpless obedience when Sharon sprawled her open next to the fireplace.

Her legs dangling off the old leather ottoman to the side of the room and her tight red leather dress that stuck to the matching material of the furniture pulled up over her flat, taught stomach.

Bunching up in a sticky mess below her protruding ribcage with the top half of the hidden zipper in the back pulled down enough to allow the top half to be pried off her chest enough that her braless breasts could hang open for Sharon’s desire.

Following orders as the eager to please pet usually did despite the foggy haze of bewilderment and excitement she soon found her self repeatedly having to affirm her ownership to the older.

The repeated “yours” slipping through her messily smeared lips even as her chest heaved, her ribs’ outlines poking through her skin as she kept the firm pressure she was told to on the small swollen bundle of nerves Sharon’s index and middle finger had prodded over merely minutes ago before they slipped through her lips inside her.

“Rub your clit.” Sharon breathed out tightening her left hand’s fist around her neck to push her thumb into Alaska’s pressure point. “Harder.”

Thanks to the ever tightening vice grip on her throat Alaska found it increasingly difficult to breathe let alone obey, and when her boss noticed this sudden lack of cooperation she mumbled something inaudible to herself and had her thumb take over the job.

Using the momentum of the force with which her fingers were pounding into her petite hole to push her closer and closer to the edge Alaska had already been toppling over.

She also noticed how Alaska was getting dangerously close to blacking out, her lack of consciousness growing as clear as the bruising already forming under her fingertips on the pale porcelain skin.

“…Sharon…” Was all Alaska managed before she realized her words weren’t coming out, her words now just barely moans as her eyes rolled back into her skull.

Her face turning a dark, dangerous beet red as her eyes teared up further from lack of oxygen, the droplets now streaming down her cheeks as she again tried gasping for air. “Sha…”

“Keep going!” Sharon ordered harshly pounding her fingers deeper into her. “Push through this baby.” She mumbled so softly under her breath that Alaska couldn’t even hear it over her broken babbles and incoherent whines.

“…I…p…”

“No! Do not disobey!” If Alaska had been paying attention, well if she’d been able to, she would’ve noticed the sobs of guilt filling the room wasn’t her own.

But she was too lost, too far gone to even comprehend her own surroundings much less pick up on the war raging inside Sharon as she watched with a heavy heart how the frail boney hands tried clinging to the wrist around her jugular.

“Atta girl.” Sharon praised her for her perseverance, hiding the hitch in her breath. “There you go, cum baby.”

“Tha…thank.” Alaska’s voice failed her once again as her long built up climax crashed down on her. Knocking whatever wind was left in her out if her body as she wormed around in ecstasy.

Her knees drawing closer to each other like magnets to squeeze Sharon’s hand so tight all movements halted. The hands around her wrist grabbing on tighter, scared without her she’d fall apart even though Sharon had already let go.

“Good girl.” Sharon praised softly, wiping the stray tear out of her eye, focusing all her efforts now on the broken body beneath her. “You did so good, honey.” She placed a kiss on Alaska’s forehead.

“Thank you jesus for cutting your nails.” The smaller blonde eventually laughed to lift her own spirits as a way of fighting of showing just how drained she suddenly became.

“Sh, don’t talk too much.” Sharon cooed pulling her up slowly to put her on her lap where she could hold her closely. “Do you think you can go back to work?”

“No.” Alaska breathed out still regaining any form of composure as her spent body sunk into the arms holding her so tightly. Sharon’s lips pressed against her forehead where they whispered sweet nothings, comforting her racing mind.

“Okay. I’ll have the life raft fill in.” Sharon eventually reached for her phone to inform who she assumed would be Detox of her duties for the day while Alaska began drifting to and fro sleep.

She felt like she had just run a 40 mile marathon and her orgasm had been the final 10 mile stretch that she had to push through. But God it was well worth it.

She came like she never had before, pleasure washing over her entire being so violently she doubted she’d ever be able to come down from the high it gave her.

Not that she wanted to.

“Was that a treat?” She finally asked lifting her sleepy eyes up to stare up at her boss’s beautiful blue eyes that had softened once again. “Or a punishment?”

“Which did it feel like?” She asked wiping the hairs off her sticky forehead to place another well earned kiss, this time lingering longer than she needed to take a deep inhale of her sweet shampoo and perfume that she’s grown accustomed to whenever Alaska walked into her office.

“I can’t tell.” She admitted almost to honestly.

“I’m sorry.”

“I liked it…I, I hated you for a second but I liked it.”

“You’re always so blunt.” Sharon scowled down at her unsure of how to take this sudden declaration.

‘I know I went too far but hatred? Really?’ Sharon internally said the words she didn’t have the courage to say out loud in the possibility it could offend the young girl in her lap.

“You say that you like me or you take care of me but sometimes your love just feels down kind of…cruel.” She let her words flow freely still high of her undeniably glorious orgasm and the delicious scent of Sharon’s perfume against her nose buried in her neck.

“I know it seems malicious but it’s not.” Sharon’s softened tone began harshening again as if she was shielding herself from her own words. “I needed to remind myself I was in control. I needed you to make me feel in control.”

“You’re selfish. That’s why people can’t stand you, but they put up with you because you scare them. You don’t want to be in control you want to make people fear you so they don’t see that you’re scared of them.” She continued burying her head lower into the bosom beneath her like a child cuddling up to their parent. Pulling the arms she had around her in tighter to let Sharon know everything was alright.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you or anyone.” Sharon snapped. “Do you need a ride home?”

“No. I need you, I’m not scared of you or letting you control me because I know how protective you get over the things you care for.” She continued taking the risk to tilt her lips towards Sharon’s for a much needed kiss.

Too her surprise instead of her display of affection and, what can be taken as frankly quite rude words, being returned with a slap to the cheek Sharon kissed her. Refusing to release her lips until she needed breath but even then never letting their lips linger apart for more than a split second.

Her groggy mind growing even more foggy in her embrace, not even registering that Sharon had picked her up till she felt the lush carpet beneath her feet where she was ordered to the bed. “Sleep off what you need here and when you wake up go home, I’ll call you if I need you.”

“Okay.” She discouragingly mumbled looking down at her feet when the older placed a kiss on her cheek as a rushed, distracted goodbye with her phone already in hand.

When she woke up god knows how many hours considering it felt like she’d been asleep for at least 40 years she realized she was still in Sharon’s bed where she had crawled in earlier to recover, for lack of a better word.

“Get dressed.”

“Huh?” She looked to her side following the voice to see Sharon sitting by the counter attached to the mirror next to the big walk in wardrobe with no make up and her glasses on.

This wasn’t the first time she’d seen her looking so bare but she had to admit it was still such a foreign sight it nearly knocked the wind out of her.

Her naked eyes red and tired, her naturally pale rose tinted high cheekbones and plump lips a pale pink highlighted in the reflection of the small hand held with the circular light around it.

Clad in nothing but a thin lace bra with patterned ridges ending above her ribs and a matching set of high waisted panties with the garter already clicked in place attached to long brown silk stockings.

“Get dressed, we were invited to dinner.” Sharon instructed again rubbing some sort of creamed primer into her face.

“But I…”

“You can get dressed and go with me or go home. Pick.” As she gave her the ultimatum she began walking over to where Alaska had been sitting with the covers pulled over her naked chest.

Pulling the straps of her bra that had been hanging over her arms up over her shoulders as she approached her to look at least some what more put together.

“But I’d really love it if you went with me.” She sincerely smiled cupping the young girl’s face.

The smell of expensive perfume and the cigarette she’d been smoking that rested in the ashtray next to where she’d been sitting lingering in the air before the smell of the cream on her fingers hit her too.

“Okay.” She smiled halfheartedly shuffling out of the covers. “What time is it?”

“We have about an hour and a half to get dressed.” Sharon informed her without needing to look at any clock as if she knew everything even time itself, which she probably did.

There had been too many times since meeting her that Alaska considered if her eccentric / lover was really some supernatural being.

But then she’d usually think back on the image of her humming songs while she cooked breakfast or how she purred when she slept. Small things that made her seem so vulnerable and human Alaska craved for more every time she’d look at her.

Disregarding the young girl entirely now that she’d gotten her spoiled way Sharon proceeded to walk back to where she was before where a chic yet much more casual outfit than what either would normally been wearing laid. “I already took a shower, take one too and than put on the panties I put aside.”

“Is that mine?” She ignored the order much to Sharon’s annoyance who grabbed her wrist tightly before she could touch the white tank top she’d aimed for.

“If you’re a good little girl.” Sharon purred removing her hand from her wrist to give her naked ass a hard slap. “If not you can go back to that sad excuse of an apartment naked for all I care.” Letting her palm slide along Alaska’s behind and down her thigh as she turned around.

“You’re the boss.” She sang in a sultry voice while walking into the brightly lit bathroom, turning first to look behind her and lick her top lip playfully. “Unless you WANT to punish me again.”

“Dinner first, play afterwards.” Sharon smirked with a smug half smile returning to her make up that laid spread out on the table top.

Taking her sweet time to relish in the feel of the scolding water rushing down her petite body Alaska stood still for a minute with her eyes shut and her face to the wide copper shower head.

Wiping her palms with the thick rose scented shower gel over her face she washed away any trace of exhaustion still on her eyes as if it was as easy as her leftover make up.

Her aching muscles tired after the draining day soothed by the jet of water pouring down onto her shoulders and washing any evidence of their encounter on her thighs away.

When she was finished she slipped on the underwear next to the towel Sharon had set aside for her and returned to find her lover already half way through doing her make up, almost hesitant to disturb her but decided the kick she always seemed to get out of Alaska wearing whatever she picked out was worth it.

“Pleased?” She asked sliding the door open to let the steam out into the dark eery bedroom as she stood with her legs together, her ass sticking out a bit further and her arms apart so Sharon could examine her naked body in just the pair of sheer white panties.

“Put it on and give me 30 more minutes. Change in the bathroom I don’t want you bothering me.” Sharon ignoring her display grumbled motioning to the outfit she tried admiring before.

‘What a waste.’ Sharon thought staring at the best view she could’ve ever asked for - Alaska’s ass in a thong. The younger who’s back was turned to her already wiggling into her shirt clearly not noticing the side eye staring or salivating lips. ‘I can never keep white clean.’

The younger blonde had to admit she was more than somewhat worried about the fact that Sharon had neglected to give her a bra but she shook off the doubt by reminding herself that the older knew what she was doing.

Not to mention the thought of being so on display without having to worry about anyone even daring to bat an eye at her, knowing she was the great big scary Sharon Needles’ girlfriend send a bolt of confidence like no other through her.

“Now?” Alaska asked again putting on the same little showcase after she’d put on the thin, almost see through tank top that just barely showed off her perky tits and high waisted blue pants with white stars scattered about and thick red stripes down the sides. Matching the sewn in suspenders she had already strapped over her shoulders.

Instead of the reaction she had hoped for Sharon simply flicked her now elegantly painted eyes in her direction with a contorted frown and handed her two hair ties from the bottom drawer of her desk with her left hand as her right continued effortlessly blending some sort of white into her cut eye crease. “Let the suspenders hang loose and put your hair in buns, then come sit next to me.”

“Yes ma’am.” Alaska rolled her eyes hoping Sharon didn’t pick up on it but the spank on her rear showed differently.

‘Yes ma’am indeed, sly minx.’ She praised her young pet for being so self assured she dared show her attitude. Finding this new bravado quiet endearing.

She was the perfect blend of independent yet obedient, she knew when and how to stand up for herself and could take on anything or anyone she wanted to - even sharon.

Yet she never defied an order or hesitated to please her every whim, no matter what curveball she threw at her.

After doing as told Alaska had to admit she looked pretty fucking cute. Her outfit was, albeit inappropriately revealing thanks to the shirt’s thin material and the fact that it was short enough to expose a part of her ribs, quite perfect, just like any the older always picked for her. Dressed down enough that it was casually fitting for a dinner yet fashionable enough that she wouldn’t look too out of place entering a room with the industry icon.

“Perfect.” Sharon dropped the brush she’d been using on the table, admiring herself in the mirror from a few different angles making it difficult for Alaska to tell if she was talking about herself or her girlfriend. “Come.” She tapped the empty spot on the bench next to her.

As full of surprises as ever, to which Alaska should’ve been used to by now, Sharon carefully picked the tube of foundation that best matched the younger’s skin tone from the group of products lined against the edge of the table.

With her middle finger delicately holding her jaw still she began the process of turning Alaska into someone who looked like they could be off the cover of Runway itself.

“Like I said earlier it wasn’t a punishment or a treat, it was purely because I was so angry I didn’t know what to do with myself and you’re the easiest thing to take it out on. If I hurt you too much I apologize, just know it hurt me more than it did you.” Sharon finally admitted after what felt like an eternity of silence.

“I get it.” Alaska flicked her eyes to Sharon’s, her face scrunched in concentration as she moved to blending in the contours that showed off every perfect edge of her face into her foundation.

“Just know if you can push through like you did today you’ll want for nothing with me, understood.” Sharon sat back with her fingers now digging into Alaska’s jawline to keep her attention.

“Yes.” She nodded and with a satisfied nod Sharon leaned in for a quick kiss before reaching beside her to tap off some excess black dust on her brush. Tapping the same black eyeshadow with a hint of red undertones she’d used on herself onto Alaska’s lid.

What the younger didn’t realize and probably wouldn’t realize until many years later was that Sharon wasn’t trying to break her down or degrade her. She in fact taught Alaska how to be stronger.

She taught her just how much she can actually endure and helped her learn how to push through any obstacle to get what she wanted. Just as Michelle had taught her all those years ago, in a different context but it still applied.

“You’re my girl, I’ll look out for you come hell or high water, and tomorrow I’ll buy you new furniture…and new scarves.”

“You don’t have to.” Alaska began laughing at Sharon’s struggle to keep a straight face at her own joke before she scolded her for not sitting still. “Fine, but if it wasn’t either that means it was a test?”

“No.” Sharon pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Then what happened to you?”

“Told you, I was angry.”

“So I get that every time you’re angry?”

“No.” She repeated the same monotonous way she did every short answer as if either her questions were boring her, which they probably were hence why she was warned never to ask anything, or because she was so focused. Maybe both.

“I can’t figure you out.” She worryingly whispered opening her eyes to look at what her lover was doing when she was finally given permission too.

“That’s the idea, careful not to smudge the liner it might not be fully dry yet.” She ordered packing her make up neatly back in their places while Alaska simply shook her head unsatisfied with the answers.

Catching her off guard Sharon took hold of her with her arm around her waist and the other with the brush still between her fingers on her cheek.

Leaning her back down to kiss her passionately and softly, their lips remaining locked for longer than Alaska could keep track of till Sharon eventually pulled away and looked between her eyes. “You may be my pet but you deserve better, I’m not as bad a person as people think.”

“I know.” Alaska admitted. “That’s what I keep trying to tell you.”

“What can I say, I’m stubborn.” Sharon shrugged with a more playful smile than normal helping her back up. “Help me get dressed and then we’ll finish your lips, alright?”

Going in theme of casual yet classy as with Alaska’s outfit Sharon wore a perfectly tailored pitch black suit with a white button up buttoned only halfway to show off her ungodly gorgeous cleavage and a loose satin black tie hanging around her collar.

Her hair slicked back completing the sleek androgynous look with her pair of thick rimmed black glasses and a dark smokey eye with blood red lip’s matching the red in Alaska’s pants completing the look.

“When I say I’ll listen to anything I mean it, I believe like fashion or any other art form music can be beautiful or hit home in any way shape or form.” Sharon explained away the Manson shirt Alaska had found as she fished around her make up drawer filled with more tubes of lipstick than anyone could ever need. “That being said, tilt your head, there are still good and bad and those who don’t know the difference aren’t worth my time. If you express yourself through what you listen to, wear, paint whatever and it’s shit, people know you’re shit. Open.”

With her fingertips holding Alaska’s jaw as if it was fine delicate china that she was admiring the beauty of, Sharon began sliding the tube of pale nude lipstick as neatly as possible onto her lips.

Alaska of course keeping as still as a mannequin to avoid damaging any of her work. Finding it difficult though thanks to just how erratically fast her heart was racing, the thin material of her shirt suddenly felt far too tight as butterflies fluttered about in her stomach, making her feel almost lightheaded.

Nothing moving except her eyes that flicked to and fro from Sharon’s hoping she could try and capture this moment and save it forever. Save this feeling of being loved, being cared for before she whispered. “And I am?”

“Perfect.” Sharon answered in a calm caring voice with a half cracked smile, sitting back to admire her handy work but more importantly the girl underneath it. Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek as a reward in the same way you’d give a child a gold star.

While she was packing away any stray make up products that she had forgotten back where she’d found them originally Alaska seized the opportunity to finally examine herself as a whole.

Her dark eyeshadow and thick winged liner contrasting the subtle highlights and contouring blended into her foundation that ran all the way down her neck to hide the bruises she’d received earlier. Her nude lips a damn near perfect match to her skin tone just slightly tinted on the redder side making her lips look bigger somehow, juicier, if she had to pick a word.

The monochrome look of her make up playing beautifully off her bright outfit and ditsy styled hair, she worried she’d look silly or overly cutesy next to Sharon’s sleek no nonsense business attire but the pair ended up somehow matching perfectly with subtle elements matching together. As always.

“And we’re only 10 minutes late, you ready?” Sharon asked, her finger’s crawling onto the exposed abdomen next to her as she joined her date for the evening in viewing their reflection as though it was a fine work of art.

“As I’ll ever be.” Alaska whispered inhaling a much needed deep breath to aid her in standing up taller, more confident and ready to face whatever may come.

But dear God above nothing couldn’t prepared her for this.

“Not much has changed since college, has it? Hi mama.” Chad, ‘not that Chad’, as Jinkx had put it earlier greeted Sharon with wide spread open arms to hug her so tight Alaska eventually became jealous.

She looked like she had everything on her face sliced, injected, carved or pumped more than just once or twice…or thrice even Alaska noted in a childishly sour grapes fashion to Danny who she spotted and collided with almost as soon as they got there.

In an uninterested and frankly uncaring, border lining on rude, fashion Sharon had shoed Alaska towards the the sidelines with the boy, snarling at his audacity to greet her.

“If I have to even smell your pathetic existence near me again tonight I swear to God.”

“He’s my friend, be nice ple…shit.“ Alaska tried defending him hoping if anyone could soften her up she’d be the one to do it but the abrupt nails digging into her ass that made her yelp loudly said different.

Her cheeks turning even brighter red than Sharon’s lipstick when she saw the eyes of their fellow dinner guests looking her way.

“You’re fucked.” Danny huffed under his breath behind his hand, playing it off as a cough.

Sharon however dropped her head into her neck, so close she could feel her warm breath on her skin sending shivers down her spine as she whispered into her ear. “The idiot finally got something right, now show off those good manners I taught you.”

A chill shot down her body again sending goosebumps to flare along the exposed skin on her ribs and along her arms as she thought back on Sharon’s words.

“I hope I look that good at her age.” Danny shifted his hip to rest on his other boot, looking somewhat uncomfortable in the suit he was wearing that Bianca probably forced him into.

“Which one?” She asked taking the drinks they’d been ordered to get for their bosses. Examining Sharon up and down as she had done many times before realizing she’d never stopped to think about her age. “How old is she?” She accidentally whispered out loud.

“37…but I’d rather be like B.” He quickly rambled off in her direction as they approached the group of reminiscing woman that now included the host of the evening as well. “She’s everything I wanna be when I’m 57 - ouch-uh!” He whined when Bianca slapped his arm.

“Hey I heard that asshole!” She scolded making Alaska laugh, a laugh that was quickly hidden when a not so subtle glare and a disapproving shake of her head was thrown her way by Sharon.

“Go see if they need help in the kitchen, make yourself useful.” Bianca took her drink from him and pointed with the glass of white wine towards the door next to the bar.

“You too.” Sharon threw Alaska’s way.

“Wait no.” Chad stopped her. “I want to take a look at this outfit first, you pick it?”

“No, Sharon did. It’s not what I’d normally wear.” She began explaining looking down at her half naked chest, the comment making her blush proudly. “But I actually love it, it’s very cu…”

“Yes yes, you’re very fetching dear, now go fetch.” Sharon rolled her eyes in her usual uninterested fashion to keep herself from staring too much as Alaska sauntered off following Danny’s lead.

She founding herself bonding with her fellow assistant almost too easy, conversation flowing freely and inside jokes already sticking between them.

Jinkx however who had been stirring some kind of soup when they went in hadn’t even gotten so much as a how are you from her.

She still had an off sense of competitiveness towards the older ginger and after seeing her so casually and over friendly with Sharon in her office that morning she was ready to dip her face in said soup.

Not that she was a bad person, she seemed pleasant enough but something about her made Alaska’s gut bubble with jealousy.

“How much longer you think it’s gon’ be?” Bianca came into the room at one point to check on the dinner’s progress soon after Jinkx had taken the soup starter off the stovetop.

Alaska wouldn’t normally have been this nosey but seeing Bianca’s arm so lovingly thrown over Danny’s waist, a sight she didn’t ever get to see at the office, made her curious. And envious.

It made her long for Sharon more than anything else, it made her wish the older woman would come in and do the same.

Envisioning her forearm with the small bat wings tattooed on it wrapping around her ribs to pull her into her embrace where she would drop her head into her collar for Sharon to place a peck on her forehead.

Running her fingertips and her freshly manicured, considerably shorter thank God, nails through her tangled hair and across her scalp, disturbing the cute puffy top knot buns.

She’d then say something witty and annoyed about Alaska always coming undone so easily and they’d laugh it off while she fixed her hair for her.

But none of that happened.

She knew none of that would happen but still a girl could dream. Even when another woman with big black hair and a sweet Disney esch voice came in to introduce herself and help with the meal preparation she kept daydreaming.

Pictures of Sharon’s hand wandering across her inner thigh like they did at the Runway gala, or even her fingernails scratching up and down her forearm that laid on the table while they ate their meal flashing through her mind.

Taking her back home when they were done after their final glass of wine or coffee where she’d pull her into her lap in the big lush chair in the living room.

Kissing her with as much passion as she did while they were getting dressed but this time she’d be able to return it. Able to run her hands up into Sharon’s hair with no concerns of getting smacked, no concerns of being scolded for messing up her hair but just soft kisses along her jaw.

Then she’d take her to bed where she’d sit on her face and then fall asleep with her arms around her, whispering how much she loves her as they fall asleep together.

But somewhere the back of her mind began producing images of Jaremi too. Her little scenario reminding her of him too much - trying to keep up appearances of a happy couple all night but then getting home where they’d fight, fuck and go to bed.

“Let me touch up your lips before dinner.” The voice of the woman she’d been fantasizing about spoke behind her.

“What’s wrong with them?” She tried, and failed, shaking off the sinking feeling in her gut. Hoping Sharon wouldn’t pick up on it if she didn’t turn away from the dishwasher where she’d been busy placing the utensils they’d used away.

“You smeared them, c’mon. Here.” Sharon’s heels could be heard clicking into place behind her.

When Alaska finally turned around ready to obey she was met with Sharon standing closer behind her than she’d expected, just one small step separating her from the finger pointed at the ground.

She also noticed for the first time that in her daydreaming the others had already left to go dish up for their waiting guests and that Sharon had taken off her coat.

The sleeves of her button up tucked into her pants now rolled up over her elbows exposing the tattoo she had envisioned wrapping around her.

“Now.” Sharon sighed when Alaska took the step forward. Unrolling the tube of lipstick she’d kept in her purse while her other hand kept her face still. Her thumb sliding softly over her cheekbone as a small act of comfort. “From one weirdo to another who’s done this one too many times before, why are you hiding away in here?”

“Was just thinking of this paper for my end semester I have to - “

“Bullshit.” Sharon stopped her harshly, bringing up the other hand as well to tilt her head to the side so she’d have to look her in the eyes. “Tell me.”

“I was hoping you’d come in here, and then you didn’t and I…I started thinking about Jaremi…” She admitted waiting for whatever negative response she’d get.

“Do you want to go back to him?” She asked with a hint of protectiveness in her soft voice to which Alaska feverishly shook her head no. “I’m just catching up with old friends, baby. God I can’t let you out of my sight for a minute.” There it was, that comment she’d been waiting for. She had to admit her heart skipped a beat from knowing Sharon so well, that or she was just way more predictable than she’d care to acknowledge.

“I’m good though.” She lied making Sharon lift her brows knowingly. “I will be, I’ll be good don’t worry.”

“Atta girl.” Sharon smiled at her kissing her forehead, her lips lingering against her scalp a minute before placing a kiss on her lips too. “Now c’mon, you’re being rude by making everyone wait.”

“Can I ask a question?” Alaska finally asked when they got into the ride home.

“It you have to.” Sharon groaned rubbing her eyes with her thumb and index finger.

“Why the pants?”

“Sorry?” She looked up confused from under her lashes, her hand still hovering over her forehead moving towards Alaska’s back.

“You always pick really showing dresses for me, why pants?”

“I didn’t trust either of us in skirts tonight.” She admitted, leaning closer to her so she could graze her hand up from her knee to her inner thigh where it gave a tight squeeze as her other hand drew her in closer so she could kiss her neck. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands from wandering.”

Alaska released an involuntary moan and instantly felt her cheeks growing red, embarrassingly red. Quickly squeezing her legs shut to avoid Sharon’s hand repeating what it had done at dinner.

Shortly after they’d returned to the dinner table Sharon introduced her to her ‘prodigy designer’ Giovanni, a young boy who recently turned 20 that she’d been grooming to be one of the greatest names in fashion before he’s even 25.

The same one who so politely complimented her pants, reciting the way it was made and how there had been exactly 5 of them made thus far before he asked who the genius was that designed ‘the simply fabulous garmet’.

To which she blushingly smiled acknowledging him as said genius and started a conversation about how Raja’s punch had to be avoided at all costs unless she also wanted to end up in Hoboken in just a poncho. After that they all sat down to enjoy their well earned meal.

Almost all of them, Alaska hadn’t even taken one spoonful of her soup before she felt Sharon’s fingertips graze against her crotch. Playing it off as simply missing when she tried to take her hand so they could say grace.

After that eating felt impossible, every time she’d let her guard down to eat she’d feel long lanky fingers prodding through the fabric at the soft part of her inner thigh right next to her clit.

Granted it wasn’t all bad. Throughout the night aided by copious amounts of fine wines that were expertly paired with each dish and a lot of reminiscing Alaska had gotten to know the human side of Sharon.

Not just glimpses here or there but she actually seemed to enjoy herself, laughing with the group as they recounted stories of their college days together. It was as if she could picture herself and her roommates joining in in 10 or even 20 years and they’d still be as cheerful.

Halfway through the night there were no longer and snuck stares or longing gazes between courses at each other, Sharon’s hand was either resting on Alaska’s thigh or holding hers. It was better than any of her fantasies could’ve conjured.

By the end of the meal while they were having coffee before dessert the topic had switched to their assistant days at Runway. When Chad held Bianca’s position and she was merely a credited deigned in the back pages.

And while they were in full nostalgic swing Sharon rested with her hand in her palm as the other leaned across to scratch lazy patterns and shapes into Alaska’s forearm.

They were finally at peace, and she wasn’t ready for it to end.

“Told you if you were good you’d get to play.” Sharon growled in her ear tugging at her lobe but releasing it just in time so the driver opening her door wouldn’t catch them.

Sharon strutted as powerfully and effortlessly as she always did into her apartment building with Alaska nervously dawdling behind her all the way till the elevator where they were met with a young ish looking couple who quickly ran out when the saw the ever fear striking Miss Needles walking their way.

“Never gets old.” Sharon winked in her direction when the doors closed behind them.

She’d waited for Sharon to suddenly pounce her like she had done that first night together behind these very closed doors but instead the older woman had seemed far too distracted with some business email on her phone.

Giving up on the prospect of being ravished right there and then Alaska took a deep breath and slowly released it again, feeling like for the first time all day she could take a breather without the fear of what might happen to her next. Or the impending cloud that loomed over her scared of what impression she’d make on the other guests.

“Let’s go, my beautiful little girl.” Sharon stroked her hand with the back of hers, cocking her head when the elevator doors opened.

With a possessive hand on her hip Sharon lead her towards the front door where she told her to remove her make up, undress carefully to avoid ruining the outfit and then wait for her in bed while she finished her work for the evening.

Like the good little pet she had grown to be and honestly sick to death of having to walk around in the ungodly tall boots she had been in all night or the thick make up, she made her way up the stairs and into the en suite bathroom.

Just like she had done earlier in the evening she rid herself of any troubles, metaphorically of course, with two square cotton wipes and a simple tug of her pants.

Carefully stepping out of her shoes as well as the far too expensive pants but deciding to keep on the top since it matched the now, thanks to Sharon’s relentless teasing, ruined panties.

Making her way to the oversized bed where she’d napped in earlier after splashing some cold water on her face.

Sitting up on her knees first she double checked that she was once again, and 100% authentically this time, Alaska. Alaska plus some new bruises but Alaska none the less.

“God they would not stop droning on would they?” Sharon exasperatedly sighed leaning against the bedroom door with one hand so the other could take of her pumps. “That top is cute on you by the way remind me to get you another one.”

“Why another one?” Alaska inquired to no avail, scooting over to the edge of the bed where Sharon had plopped herself down onto with her pants already unbuttoned.

She began helping her undress by first sliding off her jacket for her. “Thank you my love, my neck is killing me.”

“Can I?”

“You may.” Sharon corrected her as if correcting a child, running her fingers through her hair while Alaska leaned over her shoulders to unbutton her shirt further as she began nipping along each new piece of exposed skin.

Aided in her unclothing process when the older stood up and turned to face her so she could grab the bottom of the shirt and pull it out of her pants before she carefully maneuvered it off as well.

Hesitantly at first kissing her stomach where some faint red lines had formed on her skin from the tight pants digging into her. Her eyes locked on Sharon’s every move, even the way her chest rose and fell rhythmically.

God it was like everything she did was beautiful, and she couldn’t keep herself from looking away for even a second in case she missed it.

“Let me go take my make up of first.” Sharon took one of the hands creeping into her pants along her waist, kissing her knuckles before she removed her pants herself and wandered off into the bathroom.

Repeating the same process Alaska did but adding an extra step in which she washed the product out of her hair first.

Flicking off the bathroom light so it would really look like she was Nosferatu himself as she sauntered back towards the bed now in just her ungodly sexy lingerie and nothing else, not even a stitch of make up.

“You’re pretty.” Alaska yawned wiggling her butt so she’d be sitting more comfortably on her knees as she watched Sharon slip the straps of her bra off and unhook her garters.

“Unhook me please.” The older asked disregarding her compliment with her back turned to her. Giving Alaska a grade A view of her perfectly curved ass while she helped her remove her final items of clothing. Even her panties. “Thank you.” She smiled turning around to crawl onto the bed with her.

Her hand stretching on onto Alaska’s bare stomach to give her a hard push so she’d smack down onto the bed.

Crawling over on top of her towards her face, or that’s how it seemed from Alaska’s point of view, instead she stopped when she reached her navel.

Taking two small bites along each hip bone as her eyes stayed locked on the glittery browns of Alaska’s eyes she lowered herself onto her elbows, tilting herself lower so she’d be able to lean back on her knees and give the pool of lust that stained the thin white panties a long slow lick.

“Oh fu…” Alaska breathed out dropping her head.

Sharon’s cheeks spread into a devilish grin as she watched Alaska worming around in the sheets from just one small touch. “This is gonna’ be fun.”

She placed another quick kiss right where she’d licked and then another on her thigh next to it, then between her hips, then her navel. Continuing till she reached Alaska’s neck where she carefully, making sure she didn’t hurt her, bit into the bruises on her neck before giving each a lick.

Her fingers sliding across the fabric as carefully as possible while her free hand held the back of her head, coaching her up to look her in the eyes.

“If you’re still sore tell me okay?” She made Alaska promise first before she sat back up, straddling the smaller girl’s waist to hook her hands into the cleavage of her tank top. “But we won’t be needing this anymore.”

“I thought…” Alaska instantly jumped up onto her elbows in a panicked daze when she saw Sharon pulling her arms apart to rip the shirt straight down the middle. “That’s worth more than a year’s world of my rent and you just…”

“Tonight.” Sharon interrupted her matter of factly with a kiss. “I don’t care.”

Another kiss.

“No rules.”

Another.

“You can touch.”

Another.

“Kiss, cum, scream.”

Another.

“As you please.” This time instead of a kiss she sat back pulling Alaska up into her lap. “No rules, no restraints. You know why?”

“Hm-mh.” Alaska bit her lip to hide her cheeky grin as she shook her head, drunk of Sharon’s touch.

“Because, I love you.”

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The purity of White seems to be Red

A/N: Here it is: The full chapter of my Shimayu fanfiction.^^

"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure." - Friedrich Nietsche.

Chapter 1

His smile. She remembered his smile, when she got struck down yet again. That's wonderful. If you're able to obtain the power to realize your will, that'll mean not one of the people by your side will die.

As her body flew through the air, she thought of him. Why was it that she always pictured him when in greatest desperation?

Her body slammed into the ground, all air left her lung at the impact. A violent pain run from her spine throughout her body. Was she really that useless? Fighting, she hated it. She hated to worry about her friends all the time. She wasn't going to give up now. She needed to get stronger. To protect her friends, to help them. She hated fighting, that's right, but what she hated more was helplessly watching her friends get hurt.

With tears in her eyes she got up, her muscles quivering in exertion. It might be even more difficult than to annihilate the enemy.

Her sight was blurry as she took in the raging crowd of impurities and exorcists of today's battle. This was the biggest fight she had attended since she'd been on the island so far and it was a fierce. From where she stood she could see the forth and back of the advantage on both sides. Impurities and exorcists fell one after another.

Most exorcists falling weren't dead but still unable to fight any longer. Causalities. That's what they are called here on Tsuchikado island. Mayura couldn't except that. For most of the fight she had healed injured exorcists or sealed them behind a spell barrier, draining most of her spell power. While kneeling over another injured an impurity caught her in surprise and fighting it she had lost the upper hand but managed to drive it back. She sensed it. It was still lurking for her.

After getting a quick overview of the battlefield, she turned to the impurity. From what she had learned so far she knew if she didn't take care of it now, it would soon become a Basara - an impurity in human form. Her last battle with a S rank Basara, Higano had shown her, that they should be stopped before that. An insane, inhuman giggle, broke her out of her line of thought. "Kuuukuukuuu, you're giving up already?"

Her determination grew. She wouldn't give up, she had to become stronger. She didn't want to be weak. She was chosen an Heavenly Commander for crying out loud. Byakko lend her its strength to protect. Protect was what she was going to do. Bringing the talisman for her special enchantment out, she chanted the formula conjuring her weapons, just as the impurity rose his arm for another attack. In the end, isn't the only person bringing you down, you yourself..?!

Her eyes. He sometimes wondered about them when he had time to think. Those eyes were always reflecting so much emotions. From adoration to hope, from anger to despair. It was a wonder in itself considering who her father was. And then she had surprised him when she had looked at him with determination. He had tried to shake it off, tried to get rid of the feeling of sympathy. It was neither needed nor wished for and an unreliability in battle. A distraction from his higher course. But then she reminded him of his reason to fight. In that moment had thought back to the time when he was training under Seigen-san. To become strong. To be strong enough so his sister will survive. The reason I want to become strong, is to protect the people before me who are hurt.

It had struck him and he couldn't help but was willing into training her. At that moment she had moved something in him. While training she had been insecure although she was a fast learner. Again memories of his own insecurities came back to him. He still had moments of insecurity but tried to keep them to himself. These feelings didn't belong on the battlefield and while he fought he was nothing but confident. He had learned to be and thought back then how she might be able to do so, too.

She had utterly amazed him, when she revealed after the fight with Higano and Hijirimaru. that Byakko chose her. After the surprise ebbed away he came to understood why Seigen-san gave her the talisman before they traveled to Megano. Because she cared the most about people, it was no wonder the mother of love would lend her her strength.

He was walking through the headquarters aiming for his meeting with Arima-san as he considered their next training session. As Heavenly Commanders they were both paired up and he was responsible for her training as excorsist and Heavenly Commander. Although he was used to act and fight alone, to his own surprise he didn't mind. What was it about her he acted so out of character?

Ugh, he hated it when he brooded to much about the same thing for too long. He shouldn't care about his feeling towards her. He had responsibilities that shouldn't be ignored and his first and only priority. What was it about her that made him care? She was Seigen-san's daughter but never had he told Shimon to look after her.

"Oi! Shimon-kun!"

Shimon was startled for not noticing the head of the exorcists group, Tsuchimikado Arima, sooner. "Arima-san?"

Stopping to wave his hand in greeting – they were only a few steps apart but who cares, Arima's cheerful expression turned grave. "I know we had a meeting about Otomi-san's development but however I fear, the discussion has to be post-poned. The mission on the third layer (1) turned out very harshly. You should back Otomi-san up."

A sudden fear rolled through him. Controlling his emotions, he tried his best to simply nod. "Hai, Arima-san." Turning around, he sprinted of to the battlefield. On his way, it occurred to him, that he didn't say proper words of parting to Arima-san.

Blindly slashing down on the enemy, Mayura tried her best to keep focus. She was totally exhausted and at the limit of loosing consciousness but the need to save as many people as possible kept her going. The exorcist were in advantage now. The mass of impurities was cut down to a minimum. Yet, there weren't many exorcists who were still able to fight.

Exorcising had been the most difficult task, she had faced on the isle. Now she was like a tigress that protected her puppies, raging dangerously through the foe's line.

Just when she was launching an attack on an impurity, her body was suddenly frozen. She was totally depleted having used the maximum of her spell power. Her sight became foggy and a wave of nausea broke down upon her. This was it, this was the end. Just as she felt herself, loose her stand, the impurity emerged into her field of sight. When she closed her eyes, she saw his smile again. 'I'm sorry, Shimon', she thought as the world grew black around her. A last smile grazed her face as she hit the ground.

'Why? Why is it so dark in here?'

A familiar face suddenly appeared. 'Otosaan, did I put shame on you?'

Faces after faces followed. Mother, grandfather, Rokuro, Adashino-san, Shimon... Where am I?

As the last face dissolved, an inhuman, an alarmingly familiar voice hissed incoherent words and the darkness trembled in its mischief.

After what seemed an eternity of this sheer a horror a small light appeared fluttering around as a bubble. The evil voice grew quiet as the light began to spread. And then there was warmth and another familiar but welcome and soothing voice. The darkness was swallowed in the light.

Opening her eyes, she was blinded by light. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned for the sudden pounding pain in her head.

"Finally, you're awake." That voice, it belonged to him, didn't it?

Carefully Mayura opened her eyes again and saw Shimon sitting next to her with his arms crossed. He wore – like most of the time – an indifferent expression.

She began to notice her surroundings now. While she layed on a bed, Shimon sat in a chair next to her. The beeping of a machine was the only sound in the room. So they were in the hospital. Trying to sit up her body shivering in pain. Afraid she looked at Shimon.

His gaze slightly hardened and he stared at her in reproach. "You have used all your spell power to a point where you were on the verge of death. The miasma was flooding your body system. It is normal that you aren't able to move your muscles correctly after one day of sleep."

Feeling ashamed, she bowed her head and frowned. "I'm sorry."

Shimon sighed and turned his head away. "But other than that, you did save many lives and exorcised a large number of impurities so the line is now kept by us."

She lifted her head as she suddenly felt easier on the heart. She smiled at the boy across her. "Then I'm glad."

"Although your spell power was mostly drained because you still can't control your power like you should at this point."

Really? He always had to back up a compliment with an insult. Still she was glad, he acknowledged her for what she did. So she decided to let the issue drop and smiled at him which he commented with a rise of his eyebrow. "How long do I have to rest?"

"At least until tomorrow, you're lucky that you seem to have a fast rate of regeneration. The doctor said, you were unlikely to wake up for three days."

"Oh, well, at least there is something that I am good at." She beamed at him.

He returned her smile with a small one of his own before he put on his stern face again and rose from his seat breaking eye contact. "Anyway, I should leave you to rest so that I can pick you up tomorrow and bring you to your estate."

She blushed as she thought about dates where the boy brings the girl home. "Why would you do that?"

With his back turned to her, he told her: "Orders by Arima-san." When he reached the door, he turned his head slightly to the right. "I see you tomorrow."

He didn't see the sadness in the smile that Mayura wore.

The door fell into its hinges. Shimon sighed. When he'd arrived at the battlefield, Mayura had lost consciousness and an impurity was leaning over her. Shimon had just been in time to save her. Afterwards he learned that she had put up a hell of a fight, saving many lives and exorcising a lot of impurities. Some exorcist even grinned at Shimon and said the new Heavenly Commander was a nice addition to the other eleven. Well, she was different but Shimon did not like how she was totally ignorant of her own health and safety. It bothered him to no end.

"Now, now, it is not nice to lie to a girl, Shimon-kun." Arima-san leaned at the wall next to the door, yet again startling Shimon with his sudden appearance.

Shimon sighed again turning to the head of the exorcists. "Arima-san, what brings you here? Can I help you?" Arima's gaze felt like an examination.

"Hmmm... Looks like somebody got out of the wrong side of bed. I just wanted to check on the patient but I see that she is already taken care of." Arima shrugged his shoulders with an easy grin on his lips.

Shimon looked away not being able to bear the scrutinizing gaze any longer. He kept his voice low and controlled. "It's not what you think. I know my responsibilities as Heavenly Commander."

Arima-san raised an eyebrow, his smile never leaving his face. "It's not that what I am worried about." He suddenly slid close to Shimon, shielding his next words with a hand in front of his face. "Actually, it is quite important that the families pass on their heritage. As it is that Otomi-san is the soon to be head of the Amawaka-Clan and therefore at some point of time she is expected to procure an heir. You might have good chances being a member of a side branch of one of the most prominent families."

Shimon felt heat rising. He willed the images that plopped up to disappear. Him and Otomi dating, him and Otomi married, him and Otomi having a child. Him and Mayura in a passionate embrace... Crap! Gulping he pushed with all of his willpower the picture out of his head. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Also he needed to be more careful, after all this could be another step in Tsuchimikado Arima-san's big scheme. Since his sister had been on the verge of death in his last battle with the Twin Exorsists, his awarness for Arima-san's shady behavior had grown.

Arima seemed to have waited for Shimon to end his inner conflict. Now he looked way more serious. "Anyhow, what I wanted to discuss is Otomi-san's well-being"

Shimon felt a cold shudder in his inner core as he waited for Arima-san's explanation.

"Did you know that she is the only case a Kegare ochi (2) was reverted?"

A/N: I’ve posted four chapters on fanfiction.net. I am constantly doing corrections but I fear that there are still grammar mistakes. I’ll upload the second chapter after I reread it. Read and review and never forget: Shimayu is life!

(1) I'm not quite sure of the height system in Megano on the isle yet. To be on the save side, I figured I'll take the third easiest level as reference where the battle occured.

(2) I'll use the japanese word which means "fallen into becoming an impurity" because the English translations which are used in the anime and manga, "Kegare Corruption" and "Fallen Impurity", aren't conveying the meaning I need.

#shimayu #otomi mayura #shimon ikaruga #fanfic #the purity of white seems to be red

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