Scraps of Memories

Kyre Diappears II: Untitled

Celesteine still didn't know how he let this slip of a girl drag him from his warm bed. Though, he thought as he looked down at the dejected girl, she really must like Kyre very much, and he'll be damned if she's not a natural round kimonos. It had been the fastest dressing time he had in ages, and he actually looked neat at that! He must employ her help with his dressing. Kyre is a good kid, but let's face it, kimonos are certainly not his forte.

 His thoughts came to a sudden halt as he felt someone watching them. He moved closer to Kouri as he looked around. Though he has no doubt that the little girl can handle anything that would come at them, he still has the "I'm the older" protective instinct.

 The leaves of the bush rustled and he put Kouri behind him.

 "What wrong?" she asked with a frown.

 Celesteine just shook his head and told her to be quiet. Hopefully, she would be.

 Something whizzed past Celesteine's ear and he turned to see a dart embed the tree behind them. A few more inches and it would've hit Kouri. Good thing he was tall enough to completely block her from their attacker's view.

 "Who's there?" he called.

 A white wolf padded out of the bush. Kouri had peeked around Celesteine's waist and saw it. Without nwarning, she sqealed "WOLFIE!!!" and jumped on the wolf.

 The wolf just stared at her, and in the last minute, turned human and caught her in his arms.

 "Let her go," Celesteine said to the man whose only thing in common with the wolf now was his white hair.

 "No."

 Celesteine's eyes widened as the man-wolf injected somethin into Kouri's arm.

 Kouri went limp.

 Celesteine moved to attack the man-wolf but the latter was pretty fast. It managed to dodge every single one of his blows. He finally managed to corner his adversary against a tree.

 He raised his sword and brought it down, aiming to cleave his opponent's head. Suddenly, a slim hand greeted it, effectively stopping the attack. Celesteine could feel the handle of his sword slowly turning cold. He jumped back in retreat.

 "Celesteine Noctis de Beau." His name was clearly enunciated, the voice that accompanied it rolled over him in a soft caress.

 He could not believe his eyes. Kouri stood between him and the wolf (whjo was now in animal form). Gone was the charmingly, innocent child that dragged him from his room to look for his roommate earlier. In its place was sensuality so potent, his body actually reacted to it. Her once guiless eyes were now filled with a heated gaze that was somehow knowing and, at the same time promising. Her movements were precise, a study of grace and seduction, and her voice fairly dripped blatant invitation.

 To look at her was to want her and Celesteine realized that he was in a serious predicament indeed.

 It was enough to bring a celibate to his knees, but Celesteine resisted. He was too wary of her to let himself be affected.

 "Fie on you," she said coyly, "to hurt my wolf."

 Beastiality? he thought, glancing at the wolf.

 "Anyhow, good of you to volunteer as my newest artpiece. Never thought I would've something to be grateful for from that mindless ninny." Smiling, she approached him. "Ok now, let's get naked."

 The first word that entered his mind was a very loud 'YES!' but he quickly stomped it down and reminded himself os a sempai's responsibility.

 Clutching his sword, he stepped back. "I don't want to hurt you, Kouri. Now, snap out of it!"

 She gave him a teasing grin that he could feel all the way to his gut.

 "What an admirable sword," she breathed, "Sharp, sleek, had, and oh, so long." She rolled the last three words off her tongue as if savoring them, sliding one finger along the blunt end of the weapon.

 Damn, the girl could seduce the halo off a saint. But he's made of sterner stuff, all sempais are. Yeah.. keep repeating that litany and he may be able to believe it.

 He took another step back and twisted his sword so the sharp edge is the one in contact with Kouri's finger.

 "I said," he choked and cleared his throat, I said, snap out of it or I'll make sure you do."

 "Oh, how aggressive," she said impishly, "I' practically shivering in anticipation."

 The damned girl actually shivered, and by the look in her face, it wasn't from the cold. He just wished he could have a cold shower just about, oh, right now. A snowflake floated down and melted as it landed on the sword. Okay... scratch out the cold part.

 Her voice invaded his ears again. By now, he's debating if he could bang his head against the tree to clear it. But what if she jumps on him (not the literal meaning) when he turned his attention away from her?

 "I'll persevere not to snap out of it, then," she announced innocence lacing the seductiveness of tone. "I really do promise."

 She took another step. "Will you make sure I do snap out of it?" she looked thoughtful. "You'll enjoy the 'make sure part', I promise you. Though I don't know why you want the idiot back. She's so dense, it's positively disgusting."

 She shook her head. "You know what Katy Perry said?"

 "What?" His voice sounded sharp even to his own ears. He's trying hard not to notice the cleavage that he could clearly see due to their height difference. Why does she wear thin dresses? He'll have to replace her entire wardrobe with thick kimonos even if he'll have to do it himself. Those voluptuous curves are killing hm.

 She grabbed the neck part of his kimono and tugged on it until they're eye-level.

 "Let's go all the way tonight," she whispered to his ear before she gave it a playful nip. "No regrets, just love." She inched closer until her lips could brush his lobe with every word she spoke. "We can dance, until you die."

 Shit! His control was breaking. Think Fallon, think Fallon, he chanted over and over again. He's also scanning his brain for neutral topics like cats, kimono, sleep, kimono, Kyre, kimono. He could feel himself go numb. His chant is working. Or so he thought, until he realized he could not move his fingers. When he looked at them, he saw that they had a grayish-blue hue. Cyanotic. Frostbite. He quickly moved away.

 "You have five seconds left." A voice intruded.

 Kouri muttered an oath then replied calmly, "WHat in the frozen testicles of mammoths happened to the eight-hour darts?"

 "I deeply appologize. I missed." The man-wolf stepped forward (he's wearing a formal suit and tie) and went down on one knee beside Kouri.

 Her face contorted. "How am I supposed o do my masterpiece in five minutes?"

 The man-wolf flinched but kept his head bowed.

 "Bloody, bloody frozen hell!" screamed Kouri, as she stamped her feet and pouted. Turning to Celesteine, she sighed dejectedly. "My apologies, Celesteine," she said sadly, "I can't bathe in your entrails today. Though, rest assured, tomorrow or the next, I shall be back and we'll continue what we haven't finished."

 Her eyes brightened. "Oh, you will absolutely look stunning hanging from a pine tree, with your large intestines around your neck, your arms carved with spiral suns, your chest open, your heart shoved up your anal orifice, your liver, lungs, spleen, pancreas and kidneys hanging out." She sighed wistfully and patted is cheek. "Be good while I'm gone."

 She sat on the ground, crossed her legs, and closed her eyes for what seemed like a whole minute. When she opened them again, Celesteine braced himself for a fight.

 She yawned. "The Kouri sorry. The Kouri fell asleep. The Celesteine look like a tomato (toe-may-toe)!"

 She giggled, stood up and pinched his cheeks. "Tomato! Tomato! Tomato!"