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Kuzuremasu
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,611
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Temple of Choice
Chpt. 2 Temple of Choice
A/N: If you don't want to read an overly detailed and sentimental author's note, please feel free to skip these author's notes. But if you were a fan of mine under my lost account name Khemet, you may want to read on...
Anon: Yes, this was posted before but lost after the great AFF crash of 2006. Each time I've tried to finish this story something has pulled me away, but I'm trying to get it all done finally.
Cade: Yes! I'm so happy that you noticed. I changed the names in Kuzuremasu because I decided that the story deserved to stand on its own merit. Now I can develop or change the characters as I see fit without disturbing the perfection that was once Combustion.
Speaking of which, I have some sad news to tell you...unfortunately AFF's latest crash coincided with a HUGE computer crash that I had which wiped out all of my stories...
...including Combustion.
All the new chappoies are gone, BUT I still have a few of the original chapters and I'm working on restarting the story. I had had to postpone publishing due to the computer crash and the fact that my mother fell ill, but now I'm trying to finally finish up the daggone thing once and for all. I miss it, my cousin misses it, and just about every person who has emailed me over the past two years misses it, so it may be time to repost since I find it hard to finish without the fuel of reviews.
Sooooo...
I'm thinking about reposting it. I'm honestly not sure if I will or not, but I want to get it done and it was so gratifying when I posted it and got your feedback. I'm a wuss because I'm afraid that I'll be plagarized again (you know, once bitten twice shy), but I'm just as bummed out not writing it as you are not reading it. My muse was surprising me on a daily basis and now she's barely speaking to me. Something's gotta give, but I'll make my decision soon. Wish me luck either way (I'll definitely need it to complete the story)!
Besos y abrazos!
IndustrialMidnight (aka Khemet, aka RichOnyx)
Aimi barrelled down the street in the tiny rental car, scaring pedestrians and pigeons alike in what Naomi like to call her “wild haze of mechanical destruction.” She knew better than to speak to her when she was like this, and instead held on for dear life.
“Damn, we're going to be late.”
Naomi stayed silent as they took a sharp curve going fifty, counting to three before she lost her lunch all over the burgundy red dress that Aimi had insisted she wear. Damned if she cared—she just wanted to arrive in one piece. Aimi continued talking, completely oblivious to her passenger's distress.
“But it's so strange—a betrothal ceremony is so...old-fashioned. I mean, only the really wealthy and royalty even go through anything like that anymore. Maybe this guy is...I dunno... Don't you think it's a little strange?”
“Um...yeah...”
Naomi clamped down on her throat as they took another curve and then crossed four lanes of traffic to make a sharp left. As a neophyte to Japan, she didn't honestly know—her company had sent her due to her proficiency in other languages, and each time she had tried to explain that Asian languages were very different from the Latin-based Romance Languages she knew so well, they just slapped he on her back and said—“Oh we know you'll do fine...”
So here she was, in the car with the obviously mentally unstable co-worker that the company had assigned to her in order to get her acclimated to living in Japan. Truth be told, she really liked Aimi, and was more than happy for the company since she missed home so terribly.
Except at times like these.
Aimi careened into one final right turn before abruptly stopping mere centimeters away from the car parked in front of them. Naomi got out on wobbly legs and turned around to a shell-shocked Aimi who was in front of the car staring heavensward, mouth agape.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Naomi looked up to see a massive temple that seemed to rise out of thin air, the awnings so large that they were lost in the ethereal mist of the mountainside. It was odd—a castle in the middle of nowhere leading into the shrouded heavens. And beautiful—almost like a Japanese fairy tale castle. No one had to tell her that the groom was very well off—it seemed that the older the temple, the wealthier the family and if the current one jutting out of the face of a small mountain was any indication, Aimi's friend had hit the jackpot.
Damn.
Wealthy or not, there had to be at least two hundred steps up to the first floor, and Naomi could tell that her pantyhose would give in by the time they reached the top step. She looked at Aimi and could tell that she was thinking the same thing, but they'd come too far to turn around now.
“Come on, Aimi. We're already late...”
***
“Shimatta!”
Kazuhiro felt trapped, strained as if someone had tied a noose around his neck and tightened suddenly. He grunted towards Jun, who only sighed and helped him adjust the ceremonial garb. It felt too tight.
“The suit won't grow any, so stop jerking it.”
Kazuhiro glared at his friend of over twenty years, pissed that it wasn't Jun in the ceremonial garb and he adjusting the measurements. But this is what he wanted, wasn't it? What he desired—a wife and child in order to be considered “mature” enough to take over Takahashi Enterprises and solidify his position as the head of the company and Takahashi estate. So, an arranged marriage. Perfect, thought-out, flawless.
Love was for women and romance novels, not business or marriage.
“Fine. Let's just get this overwith.”
The doors slid open noiselessly and Kazuhiro stepped out like royalty, waiting as the members of both families bowed before the groom-to-be and heir to the Takahashi fortune, his gaze cold and steely even as he regarded the woman whom he would marry, with whom he would spend the remainder of his life...
Kazuhiro felt a gust of air and the gravity of the moment was broken as the entry doors of the great hall creaked open, spilling cool outside light into the stagnant space.
Two women were standing in the doorway, and Kazuhiro looked up for a moment...
...a fraction of a moment...
...and saw a pair of eyes that stopped his heart cold.
~TBC~
A/N: If you don't want to read an overly detailed and sentimental author's note, please feel free to skip these author's notes. But if you were a fan of mine under my lost account name Khemet, you may want to read on...
Anon: Yes, this was posted before but lost after the great AFF crash of 2006. Each time I've tried to finish this story something has pulled me away, but I'm trying to get it all done finally.
Cade: Yes! I'm so happy that you noticed. I changed the names in Kuzuremasu because I decided that the story deserved to stand on its own merit. Now I can develop or change the characters as I see fit without disturbing the perfection that was once Combustion.
Speaking of which, I have some sad news to tell you...unfortunately AFF's latest crash coincided with a HUGE computer crash that I had which wiped out all of my stories...
...including Combustion.
All the new chappoies are gone, BUT I still have a few of the original chapters and I'm working on restarting the story. I had had to postpone publishing due to the computer crash and the fact that my mother fell ill, but now I'm trying to finally finish up the daggone thing once and for all. I miss it, my cousin misses it, and just about every person who has emailed me over the past two years misses it, so it may be time to repost since I find it hard to finish without the fuel of reviews.
Sooooo...
I'm thinking about reposting it. I'm honestly not sure if I will or not, but I want to get it done and it was so gratifying when I posted it and got your feedback. I'm a wuss because I'm afraid that I'll be plagarized again (you know, once bitten twice shy), but I'm just as bummed out not writing it as you are not reading it. My muse was surprising me on a daily basis and now she's barely speaking to me. Something's gotta give, but I'll make my decision soon. Wish me luck either way (I'll definitely need it to complete the story)!
Besos y abrazos!
IndustrialMidnight (aka Khemet, aka RichOnyx)
Aimi barrelled down the street in the tiny rental car, scaring pedestrians and pigeons alike in what Naomi like to call her “wild haze of mechanical destruction.” She knew better than to speak to her when she was like this, and instead held on for dear life.
“Damn, we're going to be late.”
Naomi stayed silent as they took a sharp curve going fifty, counting to three before she lost her lunch all over the burgundy red dress that Aimi had insisted she wear. Damned if she cared—she just wanted to arrive in one piece. Aimi continued talking, completely oblivious to her passenger's distress.
“But it's so strange—a betrothal ceremony is so...old-fashioned. I mean, only the really wealthy and royalty even go through anything like that anymore. Maybe this guy is...I dunno... Don't you think it's a little strange?”
“Um...yeah...”
Naomi clamped down on her throat as they took another curve and then crossed four lanes of traffic to make a sharp left. As a neophyte to Japan, she didn't honestly know—her company had sent her due to her proficiency in other languages, and each time she had tried to explain that Asian languages were very different from the Latin-based Romance Languages she knew so well, they just slapped he on her back and said—“Oh we know you'll do fine...”
So here she was, in the car with the obviously mentally unstable co-worker that the company had assigned to her in order to get her acclimated to living in Japan. Truth be told, she really liked Aimi, and was more than happy for the company since she missed home so terribly.
Except at times like these.
Aimi careened into one final right turn before abruptly stopping mere centimeters away from the car parked in front of them. Naomi got out on wobbly legs and turned around to a shell-shocked Aimi who was in front of the car staring heavensward, mouth agape.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Naomi looked up to see a massive temple that seemed to rise out of thin air, the awnings so large that they were lost in the ethereal mist of the mountainside. It was odd—a castle in the middle of nowhere leading into the shrouded heavens. And beautiful—almost like a Japanese fairy tale castle. No one had to tell her that the groom was very well off—it seemed that the older the temple, the wealthier the family and if the current one jutting out of the face of a small mountain was any indication, Aimi's friend had hit the jackpot.
Damn.
Wealthy or not, there had to be at least two hundred steps up to the first floor, and Naomi could tell that her pantyhose would give in by the time they reached the top step. She looked at Aimi and could tell that she was thinking the same thing, but they'd come too far to turn around now.
“Come on, Aimi. We're already late...”
***
“Shimatta!”
Kazuhiro felt trapped, strained as if someone had tied a noose around his neck and tightened suddenly. He grunted towards Jun, who only sighed and helped him adjust the ceremonial garb. It felt too tight.
“The suit won't grow any, so stop jerking it.”
Kazuhiro glared at his friend of over twenty years, pissed that it wasn't Jun in the ceremonial garb and he adjusting the measurements. But this is what he wanted, wasn't it? What he desired—a wife and child in order to be considered “mature” enough to take over Takahashi Enterprises and solidify his position as the head of the company and Takahashi estate. So, an arranged marriage. Perfect, thought-out, flawless.
Love was for women and romance novels, not business or marriage.
“Fine. Let's just get this overwith.”
The doors slid open noiselessly and Kazuhiro stepped out like royalty, waiting as the members of both families bowed before the groom-to-be and heir to the Takahashi fortune, his gaze cold and steely even as he regarded the woman whom he would marry, with whom he would spend the remainder of his life...
Kazuhiro felt a gust of air and the gravity of the moment was broken as the entry doors of the great hall creaked open, spilling cool outside light into the stagnant space.
Two women were standing in the doorway, and Kazuhiro looked up for a moment...
...a fraction of a moment...
...and saw a pair of eyes that stopped his heart cold.
~TBC~