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Thanks For The Memories	By : AdminRaptor Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 2200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Honestly, I’d feared that having sex with Yomi might make things awkward between us, but this wasn’t the case. Instead, it brought us closer than I ever thought we’d be, softened us more than our twenty-year companionship already had. Raizen didn’t understand it, and at first, neither did I. Both Raizen and I had never had much respect for closed relationships, both of us preferring instead to be with multiple sexual partners at any given time. Accordingly, Raizen expressed his confusion and anger often when I turned down his sexual advances toward me.
“You’ve changed, Rein.” Raizen had complained after I had turned him down for the umpteenth time. “And I don’t like it.”
“Someday, Raizen, I hope you come to understand.” I’d tried to explain, but it was difficult to do so. Even Yomi had not put it into words. Before the night he’d saved my life, both he and I had had countless sexual partners. Afterward, and as our bond grew, we came to realize that we no longer had that need anymore. We had each other, and that was enough.
“I hope I don’t.” he’d said. “I don’t want to.”
He was upset for a while, but he eventually did get over it, going back to the friendly jackass I’d come to love.
And it was during this time that Yomi and I really got to know each other. We exposed ourselves, our very souls, and placed everything we had into the hands of one another. We never mentioned the “L” word, but we didn’t need to do that.
We spent countless nights talking about our pasts, but one night in particular stands out in my memory.
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“For the last time, Yomi, I’m not telling you how old I am.” I was sitting between his legs with his thighs resting against mine, and my back against his chest. The water of the hot spring lapped against us softly, only barely concealing my breasts beneath its surface. Yomi’s arms were wrapped loosely around my waist and one of my hands was raised to play in his hair.
It was pretty late. We sat alone in the dark, the moon providing limited light for us (not that any specific amount of light mattered).
He lightly pushed me forward to rub my back. “When will you tell me?”
“How about the day I curl up and die?” I joked. “That’s when I’ll tell you how old I am.”
His massaging stopped abruptly and I thought I might have upset him with my answer, though I couldn’t really understand why. My age was hardly relevant to anything. My birthday, to me, was more important to share than my age. But he wasn’t even thinking about that anymore. I realized that when I felt him running his fingers between my shoulder blades slowly, tracing.
“Scars?” he asked.
I’d gone so long without having to remember how I’d gotten them that I’d also nearly forgotten that they were there. Their discovery by Yomi had been bound to happen and I was actually somewhat surprised that it had taken this long for it to happen, considering how much time we’d spent naked together.
“Yes,” I responded, feeling the memory begin to swallow me.
“How’d you get them?”
It had been so long, but the screams were still fresh in my mind. I could still feel the warm blood flowing from my back and pooling around me. I had welcomed death that night, begged for it even. I’d lost a part of me that I could and would never get back. I let myself sink into the memory as it swelled and expanded in my mind.
My kimono had been easy enough to tear off. It lay in shreds just out of my reach. I couldn’t move to get it though. The Monster was on top of me, inside of me, and his buddies made sure I wasn’t going anywhere. I was in so much pain, both because of the Monster and because of the fact that his comrades were sitting on my outstretched wings. When I refused to scream, refusing to give them the satisfaction they so craved, they would stomp on the bones of my wings, breaking them piece by piece.
Once they’d all had their turns with my body, I’d hoped that they would have no further use of me. But that wasn’t true. There was still a way for me to entertain them, still a part of my body that they could make use of, still one more thing they could take away from me (as if my dignity, pride, and integrity hadn’t been enough).
The Monster kicked me over onto my stomach and I heard laughter. I didn’t realize what he was planning to do until he’d already started doing it, and at that point, I was unable to beg for him to stop. Placing a foot between where my wings came out of my back to brace himself (and to make sure I didn’t move too much), he grabbed the base of my wings and pulled. Searing pain filled my whole body.
When I screamed, it almost felt like it wasn’t me who was screaming, like my mind had become detached from my body and I was watching all of this play out. The harder he pulled, the more forceful my screams became until there was a sickening ripping sound as my wings were torn from my body. The last thing I heard before I passed out from the agony and shock was laughter and cheering.
I was probably only out for a few minutes, long enough for them to leave me there to die, and lying there, feeling the hot, thick blood pooling around my body, I was happy to oblige. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain to melt away and to sink into death.
“Hey!”
I ignored the sound and kept my eyes closed. It didn’t matter, anyway. I also ignored the sound of someone running toward me.
“Hey!” they repeated. A man. Just what I needed. Whatever. As far as I was concerned, if he wanted to make use of my body, he could have it. I didn’t care anymore.
He pushed me onto my back and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. I kept mentally willing him to go away, but he wouldn’t. Finally, he held my shoulders with one arm and slapped me so hard I had no choice but to react.
“Leave me alone!” I yelled, and opened my eyes to glare at him. Or, I tried to glare at him anyway. I didn’t have much energy and that yelling took more out of me than I thought it would.
“Good. You’re alive.” He stood, carrying me, and began to run in the direction of a nearby village. I watched him as he ran. He was a large man, and his white hair was long and thick, almost wild. He took me to a healer. He saved my life.
That was how I met Raizen.
I explained this to Yomi. He didn’t ask any questions, but did make a suggestion.
“You need to learn to fight better.”
“Yeah…” He was definitely right about that.
“Is that man still alive? The guy who did that to you?” He traced his fingers along the scars again.
“I… I don’t know what ever happened to him.”
“I’ll kill him if we ever see him.” Yomi threatened.
“Raizen called it first.” I smiled.
“Then I’ll have to find him first.”
I leaned back into Yomi and he held me tighter this time around. I wished we could stay like that forever, me in Yomi’s arms in the most comfortable hot spring.
I hadn’t thought about it until then, and Yomi realized it too. We had something in common. Both of us had vital parts of our being torn away from us. This would just become another thread in the bond that held us together.
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