Ayasaki and Nimuda

AUTHOR\'S NOTE: This is an original work with original characters, names, etc. NO STEALING, PLEASE.



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AYASAKI AND NIMUDA



Part Two



An original work



by lordoberon





She smiled, and it was a beautiful smile. "I do. Come here." She took his hand, and led him down the hall into the kitchen. She was almost done making the tea some time later when she asked, "Why do you hate me?"



He was sitting on a hard wooden chair, looking out the window at the rain. He was suddenly glad he wasn\'t stuck in that rain. Even so, he shivered. It was cold in this apartment. Was there a heater? She had flowers on a windowsill and he didn\'t think her the type to have them. Flowers and pink panties. What next? Was she going to turn out to be a sweetums, or a whore, or something against her conservative-seeming, quiet, tough nature? She was a feisty one, he had thought, and that was it. Arrogant, a bitch, annoying. Now she seemed more than all that.



Ayasaki turned around at the sound of her voice. He accepted the mug of tea and took a sip. "I could ask you the same question, you know," he said. She glared at him. He laughed. "You\'re arrogant. You swagger. You\'re sexy and you know it and you use it to toy with people. You never help anyone out but yourself. Selfish. Bitchy. Whiny. Suck-up. Always angry. Always holding a grudge, for stupid reasons usually.” He tossed the insults at her, and she didn’t flinch at all.



He rushed onward. “You think you\'re better than everyone else. But you\'re quiet. I can relate to that. You\'ve defeated me, damn it! You\'ve defeated me because you\'ve made me feel. I don\'t want to feel. I\'m not supposed to."



"Why? Why not feel?"



"I don\'t...I don\'t LIKE it. My goal is to win, to win everything. Or it used to be. I won all the track races. I got the best score on all testing. I was the champion. The King. I\'m still the King, but now I just don\'t care...about any of it. My mother died. My sister left. I don\'t..." He pulled a hand through his hair violently, that dark hair. He took out a pair of glasses and put them on, as if they were shields.



"I don\'t like to make a huge fuss over things. I like to keep to myself. I like to talk to people with intelligence. There aren\'t enough around. People don\'t understand me because they are only willing to face comfortable topics. I\'d rather be entertained than comfortable. I don\'t give a fuck about society\'s ideals. I just sit...and be myself.

"You wrecked it, because you were interesting. You came around and hit through my guards with your viciousness, and your beauty. I suddenly cared, and I was weak, because I wanted something I couldn\'t have. You didn\'t want anyone. So I decided to be a total jerk to you, and it worked, it worked so well and kept you away from me...until this afternoon.

"I couldn\'t handle it anymore. I had to scare you, to make a lasting impression. I wanted you to really hate me, or leave, or something...but...you were so beautiful, just standing there...and I\'m sorry, that I got all hard on you or whatever. You\'re usually strong. Seeing you helpless is...amazing. Terrifying and amazing and arousing all at once. And suddenly I had power over you, and I wasn\'t sure what I wanted anymore, so I let you go...and then I found you here. How...how could I not succumb then? You said yes. Every part of my body said yes, said, I wanted it."



Nimuda sat there staring at Ayasaki for a while after that. Then she spoke. "OK then. I get it. Sortof. When you say \'comfortable topic\'...this isn\'t one, right? Why we hate each other and want each other\'s...bodies."



He laughed. "Of course it\'s not comfortable. You\'re squirming in your seat as we speak! You\'ve lost every shred of composure you ever had around me."



She got angry. "No I haven\'t! If you\'re going to talk down to me like that, then get out. Now."



She had moved around the table. She was leaning over him, pressing against him. Her finger was in his face. Her eyes were narrowed. That mouth was turned down. Twitch. He groaned, and took hold of her wrist. Pressing her palm to his lips he licked it, saying, "Call me twisted, but that display...just makes me want you even more. Painfully so."



She was still angry. Nimuda the tiger. "I\'ll give you pain, you stupid idiot." She raised her fist to strike him. He grabbed her fingers to stop it and it worked for a second. Then she pulled her hand back and smacked him. His head tilted back at the blow. His cheek was red from the force of the slap. He scrambled out of the chair as she advanced towards him, and ran down the hall. He was laughing.



Nimuda was furious. Screaming, she ran after him. They slammed against the bed and he grunted in pain as his knees dashed against the footboard hard. She did it again. He turned around and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back. She slammed against the wall but propelled back again. He fell on top of the bed this time. She grabbed him by his wrists and pulled his tall heavy body back towards her. The momentum was too much and sent them tumbling. They fell down the stairs towards the laundry room. His temple was pouring blood. Her lip was swollen. Both were bruised.



Nimuda grabbed a tennis racket from the floor and started slamming it into him. Ayasaki had the breath taken out of him as it hit his stomach. Then it smacked his leg, and he yelled in pain. Finally he grabbed it, and wrenching hard, pulled it away. He pulled at her hair and she screamed, and he kicked her backwards. She stopped her fall and pounced on his back before he had fully stood up. His chin hit a step with a sickening crack. He was glad it wasn\'t broken. But it bled and bruised. Growling, he pushed to try and get the girl off of him. She hung on, ripping the buttons from his shirt with her grip, before he finally pried her fingers off. They met again up the stairs, back in the bedroom.



She tackled him and they flew across the bed, stopping from the friction with his head inches from the floor.



Gasping, Ayasaki squirmed away and fell, exhausted, onto the floor. Groaning in pain he shut his eyes. "Oh, god. That was exercise. Jesus, Nimuda, are you an oni from hell? Fuck that hurt. Hunh. Uuuggh."



He spat a bloody tooth from his mouth. Nimuda stepped out of the bathroom with a hot cloth held to a bloody cut beneath her eye. "You bastard. I hate you."



He lay back down, seeing as he might as well stay and not try to leave. She might tackle him again if he did. "Why do you hate me?"



She lifted the cloth away. "Look what you did to me!"



A bloody gash was across that cheek. Her neck was bruised from - his hands? He swore. Bruises littered her legs, her waist. She shrugged away the strap of the dress - red marks on her shoulder, a bite mark over her collarbone. One of her ankles looked a little swollen.



Ayasaki sighed heavily. "I apologize for hurting a woman. But you started it!"



"Don\'t say \'hurting a woman\' like I\'m some piece of sweet innocence. I beat your ass, you idiot."



He winced in pain as he tried to stand, and then flopped back to the ground. "I get it, I get it, you\'re my equal, blah blah blah...bitch." The last word was muttered beneath his breath.



"I heard that."



He was angry. "I don\'t CARE."



"Can you leave now?"



"Ye - ouch! Damnit. No."



"What\'s wrong?"



She walked over towards him. He still admired her red hair. She leant down and he looked at the mark over her collarbone for a moment. Then he said, "It\'s my side. It hurts."



Gently she lifted up his shirt. On his right side was a flaring red mark. It was quickly turning purple. "Did I break a rib?" Her voice was concerned.



Ayasaki twisted experimentally. "No, I don\'t think so. It doesn\'t hurt enough to be that. I think you just bruised me badly. OUCH! Don\'t press hard, you idiot!"



"Sorry." She sounded like she actually meant it. She went back to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of something. She squirted some mucky stuff on to her palm and spread it over his wound. He winced. "That stings."



She smiled. "It\'s supposed to. Now sit still."



He protested as she lifted up his pant legs to look at his legs. They were fine legs, muscular from running. Not obnoxiously hairy. He winced again as she put more salve on a spot on his leg. Then she crouched lower on the floor. "Take your shirt off."



"No way. Monster."



She growled and glared and shoved the shirt from him. He swore at the pain as her hand hit a spot on his arm. "Ouch."



Nimuda put healing salve there, and then her hands crept all over his torso. Her fingers were gentle, soft....she put the salve on his back...at the back of his neck. Her breasts pressed against him when she leaned over slightly to test the small of his back. Then her hand moved to his stomach, and suddenly on his knees. He swore, saying, "Put some there too. Please."



She smiled at his politeness, and tried to push the pants up past the knees. They wouldn\'t go with the position he was in. Begrudgingly, reluctantly she said, "I\'ll have to take them off." He unbuttoned and unzipped, tossed the belt away. Slowly the fabric slid over his legs, making him wince. There was a glaring red mark on the outside of one thigh, and his knees were red. Skin was gone. He yelped as the salve was put there. A questioning sound came as she kissed a spot on his leg. Ow. "What are you doing? Kissing it better doesn\'t work, you know."



She smiled, and it was a mischievous smile. "Oh really? Since when do you know so much about everything?"



His breath got ragged as she leant down. He lay down, elbows scraping the carpet. Her hands she placed on either side of his head, cupping his cheek. He sighed as her figure brushed over his, so gently. Then her mouth was over his.



The kiss was slow. She licked outside, at his lips, but he was eager. Ayasaki opened his mouth to let in her tongue. He moaned as the kiss became more passionate, and played with her tongue in his mouth. Another moan came as her tongue slid over his teeth, and then she pulled back and bit his lower lip. "Mmph, violent tendencies, mmm?" He joked.



She laughed a little. "Hmm, maybe. Now that I know you can handle it."



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