Treated Better (Normal Version)

🌶️ Page Thirty-Three 🌶️

Mizuki: The Akkala Ancient Tech Lab... It's been a while since I visited here.

*Knock Knock*

Yiga: Who are you?!

Mizuki: Question is who are you? No one is supposed to be here. Get the fuck out evict you.

Yiga: Who do you think you are bitch?

Mizuki: The hottest bitch you'll ever meet.

The Yiga appeared outside and Mizuki instantly grabbed the Yiga Foot Soldier with her whip. She kicked the Yiga down and pulled her whip, that was still around the Yiga's throat, up higher. She swapped hands, now holding the whip with her left hand, and pulled out a sword to swing at the Yiga Blade Master. Mizuki dropped her whip and dodged an attack from the Blade Master, before grabbing her whip again. Ghirahim had snuck behind the Blade Master, while they were distracted, and struck them in back. The Foot Soldier gave up and disappeared in a bunch of smoke and papers. Mizuki went to help with the Blade Master, finishing the fight fast. Mizuki opened the door to the lab and let the Yiga's captive out. The captive gifted her a Yiga Chest piece as thanks and left. After grabbing the stuff that Robbie asked for they left. Ghirahim was riding Mizuki's other horse, Rocky, and was dazed out yet again.

Ghirahim thought to himself, "That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen her do. The way she grabbed the Yiga and used her whip like a collar and leash... She looks so sexy while fighting, especially when she's confident. The thought of her confidence making her more dominant... Mm... I don't think I'd mind her doing that to me, I'd let her do anything she wanted. But I crave the sounds she makes... The way she would moan my name as I filled her. What I'd give to fuck you again Mizuki. I would do anyth-"

Mizuki: Ghira! What the fuck man? I told you to turn left, it's the safe route. Are you okay, do you need to ride with me?

Ghirahim: I'm fine, I just was caught in thought.

Mizuki: Are you sure? You don't have to adventure with me if you don't want to. I can stay home for a while and we can talk there.

Ghirahim: No Doll, I'm fine.

Mizuki: No. We're taking a break up here, there is a spot right here that's made for taking a break.

Mizuki stopped Xisagi near the pergola and hopped down. Mizuki stretched and leaned back, cracking her back. Ghirahim put Rocky near Xisagi and got off.

Mizuki: Let's go for a little walk while the horses rest... Or would you rather sit and continue your thinking so it's out of your system?

Ghirahim: I told you I'm just fine.

Mizuki: And I told you you're not. What are you thinking about so intensely?

Ghirahim: It's nothing...

Ghirahim kept quiet, not wanting to rush things with Mizuki again. Mizuki sighed and pulled her notebook out. She stretched out and began drawing a design, the custom earrings she wanted and to the side she wrote some ideas for the custom necklace for Elazar. The earrings looked cute and simple, but it had a piece of every kind of gemstone. Ghirahim took his cape and gloves off, revealing more of his scarred arms. Mizuki flipped the page on her note book and began drawing the shapes of his scars. She turned the shapes into little pictures, just whatever she thought of. Mizuki had learned to love scars, they were proof that you survived something difficult, whether they were mental or physical. She hated that people had to go through that pain, but scars shouldn't be hated just because they reminded you of the pain.

Mizuki: Why do you hate your scars?

Ghirahim: They are reminders of my failures.

Mizuki: Failure to dodge, or failed battle?

Ghirahim: It might as well be both. The moment I get hit it makes others believe I'm weak. As weak as a feeble human.

Mizuki: You might think that, no one in their right mind would see you as weak for getting hit. Besides, you pushed through battle with most of these knowing you.

Ghirahim: Of course I continued fighting.

Mizuki: See, not weak. Even if you have to flee battle, that doesn't mean you are weak. Getting hit doesn't mean the battle is lost. And I know that someone as powerful as you could never be as weak as a feeble human and live to see another day. Losing that much power is insanely hard to do without killing someone.

Ghirahim: Even so... They have ruined my glorious body.

Mizuki: So my scars have ruined me?

Ghirahim: No, goddess above, you're gorgeous!

Mizuki: Then why do you say your scars ruined you?

Ghirahim paused, not sure how to respond. Mizuki sat up and tucked his hair behind his ear, letting her see his full face. Mizuki put her hand on his cheek and stroked his cheek before sliding her hand back to his left ear. She thumb traced his ear as the rest of her hand rested on the back of his neck. Mizuki scooted forward, now basically straddling Ghirahim's hips.

Mizuki: You always hide your left ear, is this the scar you are most ashamed of?

Ghirahim remained silent and completely still. Mizuki realized how uncomfortable he seemed and backed off. Ghirahim got up and offered his hand to Mizuki.When she took it he pulled her to his chest.

Ghirahim: I'm not good for you... But please stay, I can change.

Mizuki smiled and swayed in his arms, leading him to begin moving with her. Dancing with each other as they spoke.

Mizuki: I won't rush things as much as last time... But I will give you something if you promise to take it slow afterwards.

Ghirahim: I'll take it as slow as you want, but I can't guarantee that I won't accidentally rush things... I've missed you for so long.

Mizuki lightly kissed his lips.

Mizuki: I know, you haven't hid your desire.

Ghirahim: May I kiss you again?

Mizuki: Yes, but this will be the last time for a while...

Ghirahim pulled her back into him, a clumsy attempt at a kiss, he was unpracticed. Mizuki smiled into the passionate kiss, they had both missed this feeling.