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[Kannazuki no Miko] Blinded
Blinded - Part II
A Kannazuki no Miko Fanfic
By Jen-chan
jen-chan@shaw.ca
July 17 - August 9, 2006
DISCLAIMER: This fanfic was written with knowledge of Kannazuki no
Miko derived from the entire twelve episode fansubbed series. The
characters from Kannazuki no Miko that appear in this fanfic do not
belong to the author and are being used without permission from their
owners, who include Kaishaku and TNK.
SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for the entire series exist in this fanfic.
Do not read on if you don't want to know how the story ends.
LIME WARNING: This fanfic contains strong but non-explicit sexual
themes and is intended for an older teen audience. Reader discretion is
advised.
STORY SYNOPSIS: An accident robs Chikane of her vision temporarily. She
struggles with her new disability, as old demons of doubt rise in her
heart. Will Himeko and Chikane's relationship be able to survive this
crisis?
CHAPTER 1 RECAP: Worried about the possibility of permanent blindness,
Chikane is reluctant to chain Himeko to her side. In an effort to
distance herself from her beloved, Chikane urges Himeko to go away for
the weekend to attend Souma and Makoto's wedding. Brooding at home,
Chikane is haunted by dreams of eternal solitude, and the possibility
of losing Himeko forever. She is mildly comforted by Otoha-san's
efforts, but somewhere, a line was crossed...
CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: In the search for redemption, Otoha takes Chikane to
the wedding, where Chikane and Himeko's relationship enjoys a temporary
respite.
Comments and Criticisms are greatly appreciated!
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Miyahime Chikane awoke in the morning feeling frustratingly
disoriented. Her head was heavy with a jumble of imagery, thoughts,
memories and dreams, and for the life of her, she couldn't tell where
one ended and the next began. She rolled over, blindly groping for
Kurusugawa Himeko, before remembering that the love of her life had
gone away for the weekend. The pang of heartache that seized her chest,
though wholly unpleasant, finally managed to give her some focus,
leading her out of the misty maze of sleep.
Firmly in the land of the living, Chikane sighed softly and put her
head back down on the pillows, inhaling deeply. She could still smell
of Himeko faintly on the bed linens - had they not been changed
yesterday? How characteristically omniscient and considerate of Otoha-
san to leave her this kind reminder...
Chikane allowed herself a few more moments of sweet indulgence before
finally summoning the will to leave her bed. After a few tries, she
found the alarm clock and pushed a button.
"It is 10:37 AM."
The pianist frowned. How had she managed to sleep in so late?
Hurriedly, she found her way to the bathroom to prepare herself for the
day.
Sometime after stepping out of the shower and putting her hair up in a
towel, she heard a knock at her bedroom door. "Come in," she called,
and heard the door open and Otoha bidding her good morning.
"Good morning, Otoha-san. Did you rest well?" She detected a distinctly
noticeable hesitancy in her loyal maid's pause before the woman
answered in regular tones.
"Y-yes, Ojou-sama... I had a... restful... night. Thank you. Please
sit, there's a chair to your left." Otoha said haltingly. Chikane
didn't believe the other woman for a second, but decided against
calling her maid on it; when Otoha-san felt comfortable, Chikane
thought the woman would divulge her mind.
Sitting down in the chair, she felt Otoha-san unwrap the towel from her
head and start drying her hair, gently massaging her scalp.
"There were several messages left by Kurusugawa-sama late last night
and earlier this morning. Shall I bring you the phone after we're
finished?"
"Yes!" Chikane cried, far too quickly to be polite as she felt her
heart leap into her throat. She had half a mind to just tell her maid
to stop and bring her the phone now. "What did she say?"
"She wanted to apologize for the lack of communication. The train was
late due to an accident on the rails, and her cell phone had run out of
batteries. She was picked up safely, and spent the night with Oogami
Souma-sama's family. She apologizes that she may not be able to phone
again until later today after the ceremony, as the preparations have,
in her words, 'developed a mind of its own and is trying to eat us
all'."
Basking in the afterglow of the message, Chikane felt her heart warm.
So the dearth of communication from Himeko had not been an ominous
sign, after all. She felt rather silly, and internally berated herself
for having such little faith in her lover.
Otoha continued to speak. "Ojou-sama, I hope you do not mind, but as
you hadn't provided me with the day's itinerary, I..." Her voice took
on nervous tones. "... I took the liberty of arranging your day's plans
for you."
Chikane was initially taken aback. That was bold of her maid - was this
why she'd been so nervous earlier? But the more she thought about it,
the more she came to appreciate her maid's consideration. It wasn't
like she had a tight schedule to keep anymore, after all. "Not at all,
Otoha-san. Thank you very much for your initiative. What's first on the
agenda?"
"Thank you, Ojou-sama." Otoha's voice became firmer, but still held a
lilt of anxiety. "As it is getting late in the morning, I told Chef you
would not be requiring breakfast and have made reservations at Diego's
instead."
Chikane quirked an eyebrow. Diego was one of her favourite cafes...
whenever she traveled to Shizuoka, that was. "Diego's?" She asked
pointedly.
"Yes, Ojou-sama. It's on the way. I thought... I thought we might join
Kurusugawa-sama at Saotome-sama and Oogami-sama's wedding."
There was a very pregnant silence in the bathroom. Chikane felt Otoha's
ministrations slow down, and stop.
"I... I'm very sorry, Ojou-sama, if I have displeased you. I realize
the doctor's orders were that you are to rest and to not partake in any
stressful activities, but..." Otoha's voice grew soft. "... but I think
it would be more stressful for you _not_ to go."
The silence continued on for a few more moments, making the bathroom
seem suddenly cold and chilling.
Yes... her maid was right. Staying home was infinitely more
distressing. And, if she never did regain her vision, did it mean she
would never regain her life? Remain forever trapped in her house?
Chikane shifted in her chair, nodding. She smiled unsurely. "Thank you,
Otoha-san." She said softly. "You are very thoughtful."
Chikane heard Otoha-san released the breath she'd been holding, and the
whole room felt suddenly warmer. After a brief pause of relief, the
maid tentatively began to knead away the moisture from Chikane's hair
again.
***
Standing at the beginning of the wedding party progression line with
Morimoto Yukihito, the Best Man, beside her, Himeko made sure that the
smile plastered on her face hadn't slipped as she thanked the next
guests that had arrived for the reception for coming.
The guests would then glide past two more sets of bridesmaids and
groomsmen, before they hit Oogami Kazuki and Saotome Tsubuki and
Nadoka, guardians of the Bride and Groom, before, of course, finally
being able to offer congratulations to the man and woman of the hour
themselves, Oogami Souma and Makoto. It was Yukihito and Himeko's duty
to put on the best, most welcoming faces.
In truth, Himeko didn't really feel up to the task, though there was no
way she'd let her best friend know that. She couldn't put the worry out
of her mind. She'd left half a dozen messages for Chikane in the last
two days. Why hadn't Chikane-chan called her back yet?
"Misaki-chan! Thanks for coming!" Yukihito said warmly, shaking a
short, plump woman's hand, jolting Himeko out of her trance. Hastily,
Himeko came back to reality and smiled as sweetly as she could at the
guest, inclining her head politely in greeting.
Snap out of it! Come on, it's Mako-chan's and Souma-kun's wedding! You
have to do your best for them!
"Don't worry, Himeko-san," Yukihito whispered conspiratorially as he
leaned down to her ear. "It's tiring, but I think almost everyone's
here now. Hang in there! We'll be able to drink ourselves silly soon!"
The blonde woman blushed, slightly mortified that she'd been caught,
and relieved that Yukihito was so kind. Eagerly, she greeted the next
set of guests.
Busy forcing herself to be engrossed in her task, Himeko didn't
actually see Chikane enter into the dining hall so much as _feel_ her.
She wasn't sure what it was, but something in the air told her to look
up and over, and as she did so, she saw the most gorgeous woman in the
room walking slowly but steadily towards her, supported at the elbow by
another woman wearing a brown wrap-around dress and matching short
blazer.
Himeko felt the smile on her face grow wide and genuine as she took in
the sight of the love of her life. Beside her, she felt Yukihito
stiffen, and then whistle lowly under his breath. She had to agree with
him.
Chikane wore a metallic grey dress with a plunging neckline. The dress
shimmered faintly under the lights above, clinging sensually to her
body, and hanging from her hips to the floor in a smooth, slim,
sophisticated flourish. Her blue-black hair had been pulled up into a
sexy, messy bun. She wore a luxurious yet simple diamond necklace with
matching earrings and bracelet, and three-inch, strappy grey heels. Her
blindfold, made from the same material as her dress, was more than
large enough to cover up the unsightly medical gauze that should have
been wrapped around her head. It didn't quite cover her eyebrows, and
hung down almost to mid-cheek. It gave her a mysteriously playful, yet
debonair air.
"Who is that?" Yukihito breathed. Or rather, he looked like he had
difficulty breathing.
Himeko smiled understandingly up at him. "Miyahime Chikane. My
girlfriend." And with that she hurriedly ran out to greet her.
"Chikane-chan!!"
The stunning woman turned in the direction of Himeko's voice.
"Himeko?" She reached out tentatively with one hand.
Himeko squeezed it tightly in one of her own, throwing the other one
around Chikane's waist in an embrace. Stretching up on her toes, she
brushed her lips lightly against Chikane's own, and felt the other
woman respond contently in kind. Himeko's heart was beating wildly in
her chest with pleased excitement. "I can't believe it... You came!"
And then the implications of that statement jogged her out of her
happiness, and hastily, she unhanded her lover's slender waist, though
she still kept a tight grip on Chikane's hand. "Is everything alright?
Is it safe? Should you be here?" She glanced over at the woman beside
Chikane and almost boggled when she placed Otoha-san. She almost hadn't
recognized the woman without her apron and uniform.
Chikane laughed, sounding like bells. Beside her, Otoha gave Himeko a
tight smile. "Everything is fine, Himeko. I just have to be careful.
And, I most definitely should be here. With you."
The blonde woman felt flutters in her heart, and knew that her smile
was going to split her face in two with its brilliant size. She
couldn't quite voice her pleasure, and could only shyly look down at
her shoes. She felt Chikane squeeze her hand back, and she knew,
somehow, that the other woman understood her feelings.
"Come on, Chikane-chan! I have to introduce you to Souma-kun and Mako-
chan! Oh, they've wanted to meet you for so long!" Himeko gently took
Chikane's elbow, and looked across at Otoha. "Thank you for bringing
her, Otoha-san!" She gave the maid a dazzling, heartfelt smile. "Come
on, just this way!"
The woman smiled - an oddly melancholy expression - and shook her head,
releasing the hold she had at Chikane's other side. "It's alright,
Kurusugawa-sama. I'm not a guest at this reception, and have made plans
to visit my previous employer. Ojou-sama, is it alright if I took my
leave now?"
"Yes, if you so desire. Thank you for all your hard work, Otoha-san.
Please enjoy your night." The tall woman (made that much taller by her
heels), gave her maid an appreciative nod.
"I will, Ojou-sama. Thank you." Otoha turned to go, before stopping and
then looking back. She caught Himeko's eyes full on, and Himeko was
surprised to see those amber eyes cloudy and unreadable. "Please take
care of Ojou-sama tonight, Kurusugawa-sama. I leave her in your care."
Himeko started at the solemnity of Otoha's words, before her eyes set
in determination. She nodded. "Of course."
With one final look over her shoulder, Otoha took leave of the hall.
The blonde Maid of Honor looked confusedly after the maid had left -
what had that been about? - before turning her attention back onto her
lover. A look at Chikane-chan, and all confusion fled her mind. Still
smiling and feeling at the same time shy, pleased and proud, Himeko
walked Chikane over to meet her best friends.
They made it through the other wedding party members until they stood
in front of Makoto and Souma. Both bride and groom looked surprised for
a moment, before recovering. Makoto grinned, a wide, stupid grin that
was very true to her character, and totally at odds with the chic,
stylish, strapless white wedding gown she wore. She gave Chikane a hug,
stepping up on her tippy-toes to give the blue-black haired woman a
reciprocating kiss on the cheek.
"I'm so glad to finally meet you, Chikane-san!" Makoto cried happily.
"That is a gorgeous dress!"
"Ara, you've taken my lines from me," Chikane replied kindly. "I'm
sorry for my lateness. I hope it was a beautiful ceremony?"
"It was!" Makoto beamed. She nudged Souma in the ribs. "I wasn't a big
fan of the idea of a traditional Shinto wedding, but when you're
marrying the second son of the largest shrine in town, there's no
getting away from that, eh!" Makoto laughed. "That's why I'm wearing
the western-style dress now, and plan to tomorrow and the day after!
Gotta make sure I get my money's worth, right!"
The two women shared a laugh and then it was time for Souma to speak.
The groom looked a trifle uncomfortable and was even rubbing the back
of his head worriedly when Himeko maneuvered Chikane towards him. They
exchanged polite handshakes.
"Thanks for coming," Souma said quietly, as though he wasn't sure what
to make of the tall woman in front of him.
"Thank you, Oogami-san. Congratulations on your marriage. You're a very
lucky gentleman," Chikane replied. Though she was smiling softly, her
words were more polite than truly warm.
Himeko felt a bit surprised at the distance in Chikane's tone, before
she realized this was the first time her love had met her oldest
friend. It saddened her a little that they didn't hit it off right
away...
Souma seemed to think about Chikane's words for a moment, before a
smile finally cracked his face too. "Yeah... yeah, I am. Thanks." He
looked over at Himeko. "Ne, Kurusugawa? If you want, you don't have to
sit with the wedding party. Do you want to sit with Miyahime-san?"
"Of course she wants to sit with Chikane-san!" Makoto laughed. "Came
for the food, but stayin' for the lovin', aren't'cha, Chikane-san?" She
giggled happily. Himeko wondered if someone had let the bride near the
alcohol early. "Close your mouth, Himeko, you'll catch flies! And I'm
serious; you don't have to sit with us! I'm releasing you from your
Maid of Honor duties for now, okay?" She grabbed Himeko's cheeks and
pulled them outwards. "I'm not letting go until you agree!"
Himeko made some more noises of disbelief and reluctance (and even pain
when Makoto pulled a bit too hard), before finally agreeing. She gave
her childhood friends a warm, appreciative smile. "Thank you, Mako-
chan! Souma-kun!"
The bride gave her Maid of Honor a thumbs up, while the groom nodded
and smiled kindly.
As she led Chikane away, Himeko felt a warm fulfilment spread through
her body. Despite this being their own special day, still Souma-kun and
Mako-chan were supporting her. Himeko wrapped herself a little tighter
around Chikane's arm, and could feel her beloved's pleased response.
She hoped Mako-chan could forgive her for feeling like she was the
luckiest one out of all of them today.
***
Dinner was a fabulous western style six course gourmet meal. Chikane
ate with as much dignity as she could, though in the end, she didn't
eat all that much, blaming a grueling five hour car ride in the back
seat of a sedan whilst Otoha-san broke speed limits several times
over for her lack of appetite. They sat at one of the smaller tables
for the guests. The other folks at the table were delighted to have
the two of them join.
Himeko described how the ceremony went, taking care to indulge in the
details for Chikane's benefit. She explained how Kazuki-nii-san had
been in a nervous fit, even though he had done the ceremony for many
couples in Mahoraba before. Things were different though, when the man
was to wed was his own brother, and the priest had almost driven
Mako-chan mad with his fussiness that everything be absolutely perfect.
'The term is 'Bridezilla', Kazuki-nii!' Makoto had exasperatedly
exclaimed. 'Not 'Brother-of-the-Groom-Slash-Shinto-Priest-zilla!''
As a side comment, Himeko joked to Chikane about how Mako-chan had
almost given up halfway through and asked Souma if he just wanted to
elope. Wisely, the man had said no.
The ceremony had been attended by the close friends (the ones Souma and
Makoto had made bridesmaids and groomsmen, as Kazuki didn't have the
heart to tell them those positions weren't really roles in a Shinto
ceremony) and families of the bride and groom. Himeko described how
surprised everyone had been when Souma's older blood brother, estranged
for many years now, had shown up to wish his younger sibling luck and
congratulations. His presence had made the ceremony seem that much more
complete for Souma. Unfortunately, he had decided not to stay for the
reception.
Souma had been so handsome in his dark, formal kimono and hakama, and
Makoto, when she'd actually been following the ritual instead of making
silly faces, had looked classically beautiful in pure, snowy white
shiro-muku.
Despite his nervousness, Kazuki had performed a perfect ritual,
bestowing great luck and favours on the newlyweds. Both Souma and
Makoto recited their vows solemnly. They exchanged nuptial cups and
wedding rings and offered twigs of sasaki to the gods.
After the solemn ceremony was over, and they had left the shrine,
Makoto had promptly thrown her arms around her groom and planted a big
wet kiss on him, much to the hooting and hollering of their gathered
friends, and mild discomfort of their guardians.
They had changed out of their kimonos, washed off the, as Mako-chan put
it, "caked-on white crap" makeup, thrown themselves into western style
dresses, and headed over to Ototachibana Campus for the reception.
While a school cafeteria was probably an odd place to hold the
reception, Makoto and Souma had decided they had wanted to come back to
the place where they had first met and fallen in love. And, when one
considered that Ototachibana was arguably one of the finest and
wealthiest schools in the country, with students studying at all levels
from kindergarten to university (indeed, the village of Mahoraba seemed
to have sprung into existence to service the needs of the school), and
the fact that the cafeteria was built to rival ritzy hotel
dining halls, perhaps it wasn't been so unbelievable after all...
Presently, Chikane heard the band strike up, and noticed the chatter in
the room grow louder. "Have they begun the dancing, Himeko?"
"Yes. Souma-kun and Mako-chan are sharing the first dance right now,"
Himeko reported, excited tones in her voice. "Eeeh! I didn't know they
could dance - oh!" Chikane could hear the wince in Himeko's words and
soft chuckles ripple across the guests. "... I guess they can't. Mako-
chan just stepped on Souma-kun's toes. Ouch! And again! Oh, poor Souma-
kun!"
The mirth in Himeko's voice made Chikane smile as she tapped her foot
in time with the music. The song ended too quickly, Chikane thought,
and then the next one began.
"Don't you want to dance, Himeko?" Chikane asked.
"Hmm? Oh, no, not really," Himeko replied quickly, but with a hint of
wistfulness in her voice that made Chikane think that the other woman
wasn't being entirely truthful. "I've been on my feet all day, and
although Mako-chan was really kind to her bridesmaids in terms of the
dresses, she was not so kind with the footwear..."
"I'm sorry to hear that," a bubbly voice replied, "because as Best Man,
I'm going to make the Maid of Honor dance with me anyway, Himeko."
"Aaah, Yukihito-san! W-wait!"
There was a scraping of the chair against the floor and Chikane
imagined that Himeko was resisting unsuccessfully against being pulled
onto the dance floor. Tentatively reaching towards where Himeko had
been sitting, Chikane found Himeko's back. She gave her lover a firm
push up out of her chair.
"Eeeh? Chikane-chan??"
She could almost _see_ the surprised expression on Himeko's face...
"Go on," Chikane replied, smiling. "I'll cut in later."
"Thank you!" Yukihito laughed. "Now can we go, oh lovely Himeko?"
Their voices drifted further and further away, and Chikane sat back in
her chair, taking a deep breath.
For the first time since her accident, she was alone in an unfamiliar
place. Tapping her foot with the music, Chikane was careful to bob her
head lightly, so that those around her could see she was occupied, and
would not feel unwanted sympathy and come to keep her company. Despite
this, a good number of gentlemen still came up to her and tried to
strike up a conversation. Everyone asked about the blindfold. Chikane
replied as politely as she could, and then found ways to dismiss them
with various degrees of coolness in her voice.
Only one gentleman managed to put himself into Himeko's empty chair
without Chikane cringing internally inside.
"Miyahime-san."
Chikane tilted her head in the direction of the voice, amused by the
tell-tale slur; the groom hadn't recovered from having to toast at all
the different tables. "Aah, Oogami-san. Shouldn't you be out on the
dance floor with your wife?"
"Aah, you can call me Souma. Makoto's dancing with her father right
now."
"Very well, Souma-san. Please, call me Chikane."
There was a slight increase in the smell of alcohol, and Chikane
realized Souma must have leaned in towards her. She was relieved that
he just hovered in front of her for a few moments, before he leaned
back.
"You know, for the longest time, I thought Kurusugawa was nuts. I'd
never known a girl who was so absolutely sure that her true love was
out there, and so stubborn about waiting just for that person. I wished
her the best of luck, but I never actually thought she would find
you."
Chikane sighed internally. Himeko had once told her about Souma's
feelings for her whilst they had been in high school. Though the blonde
woman had insisted those feelings had long since shifted to Makoto,
somehow, Chikane had still been expecting this conversation...
"You're not exactly who I expected, you know?" Souma laughed. "I spent
the last two years of high school bettering myself tirelessly to try to
get her attention, and that's how I got to know and fall in love with
Makoto. Had I known... ah, well, had I known, then I suppose I
wouldn't be married to Makoto now, eh? So I am thankful to you."
Chikane managed to not raise her eyebrows. This wasn't how she'd been
expecting the conversation to go...
She heard Souma pull the chair back and the change in the direction
from which his voice fell, told her he'd stood up. "Promise me you'll
take care of Kurusugawa, eh? She's a very important person to both
Makoto and to myself."
Chikane felt a small smile come to her face. A flicker of respect for
the man lighted in her heart. "I promise you, Oogami-san. As much as
you will take care of Makoto-san, I will take care of Himeko."
"Good."
The strength and solemnity in that one word surprised Chikane slightly;
the man wasn't as drunk as she thought he was, if at all. She made the
mental note not to underestimate Oogami Souma again.
"Now... uh..." and now, the groom's voice took on elements of awkward
earnestness. "Would you care to dance?"
Chikane thought about it for a moment, before the smile on her face
widened marginally. "I'd love to."
Souma lead Chikane carefully out onto the dance floor by his elbow as
the band struck up a new song, and Chikane slid a hand gingerly down
Souma's arm before finding his hand, putting her other one on his
shoulder. Souma held her hand securely and put his other on her waist
in a strong, but polite hold. They moved slowly and Chikane found that
he led very well, ensuring that she didn't step on his feet (her heels
would have punctured shoe and flesh).
As the song progressed, Chikane found herself moving further and
further into the middle of the dance floor. She felt her respect for
him grow, when, towards the end of the song, he bent down towards one
of her ears and whispered softly that Himeko and Yukihito were to her
immediately left and all she had to do was reach out and - no just a
little higher, yes that's right - tap Yukihito on the shoulder to cut
in.
"Aaah, have you come to steal her from me?" Yukihito asked good-
humouredly.
"If you don't mind," Chikane replied, feeling Souma's hands leave her
waist.
"Not at all, let's switch! I've always wanted to dance with Souma-kun!
Aaah, Souma, wait! Why are you walking away so quickly and
purposefully, Souma? Sooooumaaaa!"
Chikane hear Yukihito's voice fade away to the beat of two sets of feet
leaving very rapidly, and then she heard Himeko's high giggle. Familiar
hands slid tenderly over her shoulders to the back of her neck, playing
with the short hairs at the base of her skull that had come loose from
her bun. She felt Himeko step in close, their bodies touching, and drew
her own hands over the sides of Himeko's flat stomach, intertwining her
fingers contently together over the small of Himeko's back.
The silk of Himeko's dress (a beautiful bright red, Himeko had told
her, with a boat neck and lose top and a bottom that fell to the floor
in a very slinky and sexy way!) felt delightful against Chikane's skin.
She lowered her head to whisper in the blonde woman's ear.
"Your dress feels really nice. I almost _don't_ want to slip it off of
you."
"Chikane-chan!" Himeko hissed sweetly in mocked scandal. "We're in
public!" But then she laughed, and Chikane felt her cheeks flare. "Wait
until tonight, okay? There's a place I want to show you..."
The tall woman smiled as she felt her beloved put her head against the
crook of her neck as they sashayed back and forth to the pretty love
song. She put her cheek against the top of Himeko's head. "Mmm... I can
hardly wait."
***
Both bride and groom became so thoroughly drunk, they had to be carted
out of the hall by midnight. Himeko and Chikane stayed to the very end
with the rest of the wedding party, ensuring that the mess they left
behind was manageable by the school cleaning staff, before they too
finally took off.
Although it was well into the midsummer night, the air was warm and the
breeze was light. Himeko walked barefooted, arm in arm with her love,
across the familiar cobblestone paths that linked the various buildings
of Ototachibana campus. Both she and Chikane had long since doffed
their footwear; they held them in their hands, swinging them back and
forth slightly as they walked.
Pangs of nostalgia kept washing over Himeko as they passed by, and she
took care to describe the surroundings to the other woman, pointing out
where she'd spent so much of her adolescent years. That tree was
planted in her senior year; over there were the dormitories, and in
that direction were the high school classrooms...
As they reached the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, Himeko
directed Chikane off of the stone path and onto the grass. Himeko felt
her heart speed up as her secret garden came into view.
"I can smell roses," Chikane whispered softly.
Himeko smiled fondly. "Yes, you should. A tree was planted when the
school was first built, and over the years, it grew very large and
strong. To keep the students from climbing all over it, they built a
fence and planted rose bushes all around the tree, and those bushes
eventually grew together into a hedge. In my first year, I discovered
that there's a small gap in it where you can get through. It's really
beautiful inside, and I spent a lot of lunch periods sitting under that
tree. I don't think anyone else knows about it..."
Barely able to contain her excitement, Himeko led Chikane up to the
bushes, the taller woman smiling indulgingly.
"Now, where was that - ah! Here it is. Okay, here," Himeko shifted
Chikane's hold onto her waist. "Now, you have to bend down a little -
ah, yes, that's right, and we just have to... oh! I'm sorry, Chikane-
chan. It's a bit tighter than I remembered it to be - we just sort of
have to - aaah! I'm sorry, Chikane-chan! Are you alright?"
Several roses fell victim to Himeko's desire to show her lover her
secret sanctuary as they wiggled clumsily and a bit noisily through the
bushes. Eventually, they made their way through, suffering only minor
cuts and abrasions.
"Yes, it's just a scratch."
Chikane smoothed out her dress carefully, brushing away a bit of the
debris that her hands came upon. There was a tiny red mark on one of
her cheeks, just below her slightly eschewed blindfold.
Himeko tenderly brushed her thumb over the mark, feeling sorrowful at
its appearance, before she reached up and gently picked out the several
leaves and small branches, and even one rose with a longish stem, that
had gotten caught in Chikane's hair. She accidentally pulled out the
hair sticks that pinned her lover's hair back, and sent the curtain of
silky blue-black waves tumbling down like a quiet waterfall. A playful
zephyr picked up several strands, and blew them about capriciously.
Chikane smiled shyly, a self conscious blush rising to her cheeks as
she tried to smooth back her hair.
In the embrace of the cool moonlight, Chikane's blue-black hair and
metallic grey dress shimmered and twinkled like a river of stars. Her
creamy, pale skin was luminescent.
She was devastatingly beautiful.
Utterly dumb-struck, Himeko's heart started to flutter wildly, before
it leapt up into her throat, smothering any words that might have lived
there.
As Himeko watched, fascinated by the angel's every move, Chikane
straightened up to her full height, and slowly turned her head this way
and that, brow furrowed slightly, lips parted in wonderment.
Wordlessly, she reached a hand out, fingertips brushing against the
rose bushes, and took slow steps through the grass, walking halfway
around the circle of the garden. She stopped on the other side, the
tree obscuring her partially from Himeko's view.
"This... is your secret garden, Himeko?" There was so much longing in
her soft, low voice...
The blonde woman felt her heart clench and then ooze downward heavily
into her stomach as an obvious epiphany finally hit her. "Yes... yes it
is, Chikane-chan." Himeko bit her lip, suddenly feeling stupid and
foolish. "We'll come back again," she vowed, voice shaking with
determination. "We'll come back, when you're all better, and then...
you can see for yourself..."
Chikane turned to face Himeko, and she took several steps towards her.
Himeko took a worried step forward too, arm raised in warning, afraid
that the other woman would walk right into the tree, but Chikane
reached out as she approached it, touching the tree as though she had
seen it.
"I... I've... been here before," Chikane whispered in wonderment,
fingers hesitantly tracing the rough bark of the aged oak, as though it
would disappear under her touch. "With you... together..."
Himeko lifted her eyebrows. "Chikane-chan...?"
Chikane tilted her head back, looking sightlessly upwards. "I... I feel
like we've... sat under this tree before... drinking tea... looking at
photos..."
Himeko took another step towards Chikane. As her lover spoke, ghosts of
a dream started to dance through her mind's eye.
... There was Chikane-chan, legs crossed in a seiza, wearing
Ototachibana's burgundy uniform, with a yellow headband in her hair.
She offered Himeko a cup, before bringing her own to her lips...
... There was Chikane-chan, smiling fondly as she looked up from a book
of poetry in her lap. She inclined her head slightly as she granted
permission, to snap a candid shot, much to Himeko's delight...
... There was Chikane-chan, waiting patiently as Himeko set the timer,
and rushed back to her side. She gazed nostalgically at the camera,
before Himeko spoiled the fond expression by impulsively draping herself
all over Chikane's arm, causing her to blush with surprise. Chikane's
eyes then softened kindly, as she pulled Himeko closer, and intertwined
their fingers...
"This garden."
Chikane's words broke through the heady spell, leaving Himeko feeling
slightly disoriented.
"This garden... did... did a small dog lead you here?"
Himeko's eyes, softened in fond memory, now widened in surprise once
more as she gazed at her lover. Not for the first time, she wished she
could see Chikane's eyes, but the awe on the other woman's face was
plainly evident even without the blue jewels that betrayed complex
emotions and revealed thoughts.
"Yes," Himeko marvelled. "A small, lost puppy. He led me to..."
... There was Chikane-chan, eyes widened in surprise. She had looked so
very unsettled at Himeko's sudden appearance, that the photographer
felt the sudden need to sooth the other girl. Himeko plopped the
adorable animal into the startled girl's arms as a peace offering, and
watched, amazed by how beautiful the other girl became as one sloppy
puppy kiss changed her expression from one of stern disapproval, to
one of drool-ly delight...
"He led me to you..." Himeko whispered. She took another step forward,
closing the gap between them.
She felt a very warm happiness spread through her body as she tilted
her head upwards and lightly kissed her lover.
She understood why she had always had the unshakable faith that she
would met her one and only true love, her one and only Chikane-chan.
Because Chikane-chan had always been with her.
Chikane's lips were soft, and sweet. She kissed Himeko back lightly,
and then more deeply, cupping Himeko's face in her palms.
Himeko hummed with satisfaction, savouring the embrace before she
stepped out of it, a mischievous smile on her face. Bringing up the
rose that she had rescued from her lover's hair earlier, she touched
the petals, just on the cusp of bloom, against a perfect nose, and then
down across trembling lips.
Chikane smiled in surprise, twisting her head about as she languidly
chased after the rose that feathered up her jaw line, and against that
sensitive place between her ear and neck that never failed to drive her
mad with arousal.
Himeko danced the flower down Chikane's throat, and down the valley of
her bosom, even as the small blonde gently slipped the purring woman's
dress from her shoulders. It crumpled obediently to the ground, leaving
Chikane's flawless body deliciously unadorned and glowing in the
moonlight.
Between sweet kisses and soft rose petals, Himeko took the strength
from Chikane's knees, sending her lover to the ground in delicious
torment followed by shivering delight.
Witnessed only by the indulging moonlight, and fuelled by the ghosts of
either dreams or possibly memories, they made love, again and again, to
the intoxicating scent of roses, roses, roses.
***
The first sounds of early birds and the dry warmth of the morning sun
on her skin told Chikane that it was probably time to leave Himeko's
secret garden - their secret garden. But the weight of the other
woman's body against her side, the steady rhythm of Himeko breathing
easily in her sleep, made Chikane feel loathed to rouse the woman;
Himeko had only just drifted off after all, and Chikane herself felt
more than just a little tired and sore as well.
She was almost glad then, when the sound of fluttering wings and
curious chirping grew nearer and nearer, and she felt Himeko shift of
her own accord; victim to a curious young bird's landing and quick
departure.
"Himeko," Chikane whispered softly. "We should probably go before
people start looking for us." She paused. "Or worse yet, actually find
us..."
Himeko gave a disappointed 'hmm', and Chikane felt her lover stretch
reluctantly, inadvertently rubbing their bodies together in the
process. Suddenly, both of them were roused, and in more ways than one.
She heard Himeko giggle mischievously, and then, a moment later, felt
the other woman nuzzling against that spot just under her chin again,
sending shivers across her skin.
Chikane tried very desperately - well, maybe not _that_ desperately -
not to surrender herself to earthly urges, a task made double difficult
as she felt Himeko roll over her, straddling her, and felt warm, moist
lips trailing down her throat.
"H-Himeko..." Chikane pleaded, though she wasn't exactly sure what it
was she was pleading for. "We... we shouldn't..."
"We should."
Chikane tried to stifle a pleased sigh. "No, we really shouldn't..."
"No, we really should."
Chikane gasped when Himeko found another sensitive spot. "B-but the sun
is up..."
"Mmm, doesn't it feel marvellous?"
Chikane couldn't disagree with Himeko's assessment. And she didn't
particularly want to either. Heaving a happy sigh, she wrapped her arms
around her lover, and kissed her back deeply, allowing her body to
override the higher functions of her consciousness...
... until she heard a foreboding clink, followed by the unnerving
hissing sound of an automatic sprinkler system firing up.
***
"AHAH! AHAHAHA! AHAhaAHAHahahaHAHAhahahAHAA!!!!"
Makoto was laughing so hard, Himeko was scared the newly wed was going
to split her sides. As it was, the brunette couldn't even stand up, and
was weakly clutching at her husband to keep herself from falling to the
ground. For his part, Souma hadn't actually laughed out loud, but he
was having extreme difficulty keeping his face straight.
"Mou, are you going to laugh until we leave, Mako-chan?!" Himeko cried,
standing in bare feet with her face as flaming red as the soaked dress
that clung to her. Her face was the only place that felt warm; the rest
of her was shivering under the large towel draped over her shoulders.
After being rudely interrupted by copious amounts of cold, spraying
water, Himeko and Chikane had decided that yes, just perhaps, they
should take their leave of the garden. It had been supremely difficult
to try and find every article of discarded clothing and untangle
Himeko's dress from a sprinkler head. In their haste, they'd completely
forgotten about their shoes (as well as Himeko's bra, and Chikane's
panties).
"V-very likely, Hi-Hi-hehehehehehe-meko!"
Himeko cringed and tried to will the stones on the ground to split
apart and let her fall into a gaping maw in the earth. She felt Chikane
give her hand a reassuring squeeze and snuck a glance over at the tall
woman beside her.
Even though Chikane was just as soaked and grass-stained as Himeko was,
holding her fuzzy towel closed in front with one slightly trembling
hand, somehow Chikane still managed to be perfectly dignified. There
was a small, adorably sheepish smile on her face, and maybe just a hint
of a blush on her cheeks, but beyond that, she seemed impervious to the
mortification that wracked Himeko's own body.
Really, the world just wasn't fair! How could anyone carry around that
much poise without undergarments?! Himeko wished Otoha-san would hurry
with the car already.
Just as Himeko thought this, a familiar vehicle pulled up the driveway
to the main administrative building of the school they were waiting in
front of, stopping just in front of the small group of friends.
Otoha climbed out of the car, took one look at Chikane and Himeko, and
her face contorted into one of disbelief and bewilderment. Himeko could
almost hear the accusation in the maid's non-existent words: one night!
I leave Ojou-sama in your care for _one_ night, and what happens?!
"Aaah, I think your car has just arrived," Souma said, a thankful tone
in his voice. "Take care, Himeko. Thank you for everything." He turned
to look at Chikane. "And thanks for coming, Chikane-san. I hope you had
fun."
Makoto started up a new round of snickering. "Oh, I think they did
alright..."
Himeko felt the very large desire to smack her best friend over the
head, but managed to contain herself when Chikane chuckled. "Indeed, it
was a very pleasant evening. Congratulations again, Souma-san, Makoto-
san. Have fun on the honeymoon."
Inclining her head in farewell, Chikane gave Himeko's hand a squeeze
before she released it, and allowed Otoha-san to lead her into the
vehicle.
Himeko looked at her two oldest friends, both of them still grinning
madly at her. Shaking her head as she sighed, she gave both of them
tight hugs. "Congratulations, guys. I'm really happy for you two."
"Thanks for being here, Himeko," Makoto managed to stop the giggles
from wracking her body for just a moment. "I really appreciated it. I'm
really happy for you too! Chikane-san's really swell." She nudged her
husband in the ribs. "Take notes, okay?"
Souma snorted. "Right. I'll even do one better and get the gardening
staff's watering schedule beforehand."
Makoto started laughing again, and Himeko cringed a little more before
hurrying into the car.
They were on the highway shortly, and Himeko leaned her head against
her lover's shoulder, closing her eyes contently, sleepy again. She
hadn't had much rest the previous night after all. She felt the other
woman stroke her hair fondly. As she drifted in and out of awareness,
she heard Chikane conversing lightly with Otoha-san.
"Did you... have a good night, Ojou-sama?"
"Yes, Otoha-san. It was lovely. How was your evening?"
"Very well, Ojou-sama. I caught up with some old friends."
There was a long pause in the conversation, before Chikane spoke again.
"Thank you, Otoha-san. I... I really needed to see Himeko."
Himeko felt fingers stroke the side of her face tenderly. She smiled
happily. So Chikane-chan's arrival had been Otoha-san's doing. She
really had to think of a way to properly thank the dutiful woman.
"... You don't need to thank me, Ojou-sama. I... I just didn't want to
see you suffering so. I only wish... I only wish I could have acted
sooner..."
As Himeko drifted off into sleep, she wondered why Otoha-san's voice
sounded so regretful and guilty.
***
To Be Concluded
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AUTHOR'S NOTES & OMAKE
So hopefully, Part II will appease those of you who were less than
pleased with how Part I ended? <cringes> Please, no more shoes! No more
shoes!
It wasn't until about halfway after I'd written this chapter that it
dawned on me that Himeko and Chikane should probably have worn
traditional, formal kimono to Makoto and Souma-kun's wedding, since
it's one of the few occasions left these days for a girl to wear a
kimono.
Unfortunately, the image of Chikane in That Dress wouldn't leave my
head, so, western style fashion it was. =P This of course, meant that
there couldn't be any obi-unwinding gags (where someone pulls the big
wide belt really fast and makes the girl spin around like a top), which
makes me sad. :(
... at this point in time, hopefully, you can probably figure out by
now which scene is going to be *cough* detailed more explicitly in the
extra 0.5 lemon chapter...
A big thank you to Naolin for all your beta-ing help and to Eimii for
advice! And another big thank you for those of you who enjoyed the
story so far enough to comment! You really make the writing rewarding!
And, of course, the omake...
***
OMAKE I - Allergies
Chikane's lips were soft, and sweet. She kissed Himeko back lightly,
and then more deeply, cupping Himeko's face in her palms.
Himeko hummed with satisfaction, savouring the embrace before she
stepped out of it, a mischievous smile on her face. Bringing up the
rose that she had rescued from her lover's hair earlier, she touched
the petals, just on the cusp of bloom, against Chikane's nose, and then
down across her lips...
"ACHOO!!!"
Chikane sneezed loudly, sending snot flying all over Himeko's face.
"Eeeeeeew!!"
"Aaah, sorry, Himeko!!"
***
OMAKE II - I Object to this Wedding!
KAZUKI: Do you, Makoto, take this man, Souma, to be your lawfully
wedded husband?
MAKOTO: I do! I doooo!
KAZUKI: And do you, Souma, take this woman, Makoto, to be your lawfully
wedded wife?
SOUMA: Erm... well... actually... do I really have to?
KAZUKI: Eh?
MAKOTO: What?!
SOUMA: <Looks at MAKOTO> Well, I only agreed to start going out with
you because you said that I'd be able to get closer to Himeko by
proximity! I fail to see how marrying you is going to get me into her
pants!
MAKOTO: Dammitall, Oogami! <Throws the bouquet down> This was not part
of the deal!
SOUMA: Well, then the deal's off! <Storms away>
YUKIHITO: Yeeeees!! <Tears of relief streaming down his face> I still
have a chance! I still have a chance!!
***
OMAKE III - Unexpected Surprises in the Bushes
<A young man wearing the turquoise Ototachibana boy's school uniform
thrusts a love letter towards a girl wearing the burgundy girl's
uniform>
A-KUN: Please, B-chan! Will you have lunch with me??
B-CHAN: Oh, A-kun! <accepts the letter> Of course I will!
A-KUN: Yay! I'll wait for you at Make-Out-Rose-Bush, okay?
B-CHAN: Okay!
<They go off to class. A-KUN gets out of class first and makes it to
Himeko's Not-So-Secret Garden. He sneaks inside.>
A-KUN: Yaay! Lunch with B-chan! Lunch with B-chan! Lunch with- waaah!
<trips on a lacy black bra> Oof! <falls down. faceplants onto a silky,
pearl-lined thong>
A-KUN: <rips the panties off his face and fumbles the bra out of his
shoes> What the hell?! <looks at the underwear> ... ... ... <shifty
eyes> ... ... ... <guiltily brings the underwear to his face and
inhales>
B-CHAN: Aaaah! A-kun, what are you doing?! How could you?? <runs away>
A-KUN: !!! B-Chan!! <drops the underwear> No wait! I can explain! B-
Chan! B-chaaaan!
<In another part of town>
HIMEKO: Did you hear something, Chikane-chan?
CHIKANE: Nope...
***
OMAKE IV - Kannazuki no Miko Drama CD Track 5 Take 2! Many thanks,
u101!
MIYAKO: Orochi... I mean, Ex-Orochi Confessional of Love... my lost
sheep, please come in.
<Sound of heavy door shutting>
MIYAKO: Now, confess your sins in front of God.
OTOHA: Forgive me, Sister, for I have sinned. The fruits of temptation
were dangled so tantalizingly before me that I could not control
myself...
MIYAKO: Aaah... <recognizes OTOHA's voice. realizes what's going on, as
she has read the first part of this fanfic> Do you want to tell me more
about the incident, my child?
OTOHA: ... it was an emotion that I'd never felt before. It was so
overwhelming, that I was swept away by the force of my desire, and
could do nothing but satisfy my bodily urges, screaming in my blood.
MIYAKO: I understand, my child. But the Lord teaches us that we must
show restraint. We cannot always give into our desires. That way leads
only to the dark side. <pause> Wait, was that the Lord or Yoda? Ah,
whatever. Never mind.
OTOHA: I understand, Sister. But I really could not help myself. It was
just... it was just something that had to be done. Had to happen. And I
don't think anyone was really hurt by it. Well, besides the victim. I
made sure it _really_ hurt when I cut off her head with the wet end of
a mop and threw her body into the river.
MIYAKO: <blinks> Victim?? Body?? Wait. <opens the confessional window
and stares at OTOHA> Just what sin are you talking about, Keiko??
OTOHA: <apron is absolutely _drenched_ in blood and gore> Why,
murdering the stupid author of this fic, of course! That cow finally
gave me a sex scene with Ojou-sama, and then had me so riddled with
guilt that I couldn't even enjoy it! I know the Lord tells us that we
must have forgiveness, but, I had to have my vengeance!
<Loud thunder booms in interruption>
OTOHA: <looks up at the sky> What the hell was that?
MIYAKO: Aaah, sorry. That's a leftover from the original Drama CD
script. <pauses> You know, I could've sworn that *we*, the necks of
Orochi, were the only ones who were supposed to be doing any killing
around here...
OTOHA: Aah, well, you snooze you lose, I guess...
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