If I Could - Chapter Two
It was exhilarating. He didn't have an extra helmet with him, had
unnecessarily apologized for that, and their hair streamed and tangled
together in the wind the speed of their passage created. She wondered
if it might be worth it to buy a motorcycle and learn to drive it.
Every time he slowed, she pounded on his shoulder and called for
him to go faster, faster, until they were far past the speed limit
and approaching the top speed of the bike. He was quite the expert
at driving it, handling it confidently and smoothly even when dodging
between cars at top speed. For her part, she was becoming an expert
passenger, learning when and which way to lean, and keeping one
of her arms wrapped firmly around him at all times while the other
urged him on. She could see, when she leaned away from him and a
little to the side, that he was smiling beneath the tinted shield
of the helmet. He liked the speed as much as she did. Pulling closer
to him and crushing her breasts against his back, she let her free
hand wander over the line of his throat, the silky skin teasing
her senses delightfully. She couldn't wait to trace that line with
He seemed to like that soft touch as much as she did too.
It wasn't long before they pulled up at a little American-themed
place, a bright and bustling little joint that advertised its real
homemade hamburgers and fries. The thought of food made her feel
slightly ill, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to be eating.
Kiryuu turned the key, and the bike's rumble died down. Without
it, even the busy street seemed almost silent. Kohana slowly pulled
away from him, swinging her leg over the bike and accepting his
offer of a hand up. He didn't bother to let go of it as he too rose,
keeping it in his light grasp.
"You are cold," he said wonderingly, capturing the other.
"I'll bring some gloves next time."
There was going to be a next time? That would depend on how he
treated her this time. But it was likely, in her estimation, that
if he wanted a next time there would be one. "It won't matter.
I'm always cold."
He rubbed her hands a little before tucking one into the crook
of his arm and walking her to the restaurant. "Does that have
anything to do with why you see the doctor so often?"
Kohana smiled up at him, covering her dismay at the question with
humor. "Not really. My parents are always convinced that I'm
sick with one thing or another, so they keep me home a lot and pester
me with doctors."
"I see," he said, and held the door open for her. As
he did, his cell phone rang, and he gave her an apologetic glance
before answering it. She disregarded the conversation, and went
to be seated.
The conversation must have been private, because he didn't follow
until after the waitress had seated her at a table near the window.
She'd been examining the frilly checked curtains, bored and a little
piqued, but he did join her soon. "Another woman?" she
asked teasingly, grinning at him.
He had a little frown on his face, but it dissolved at her taunting
tone. "I'm hurt. Why would I be on the phone with another woman
when I'm here with a very attractive one already?"
"Spare me," she said with mock exasperation. "Everyone
knows about your habits, Kiryuu-sempai, and they want you anyway.
Personally, I don't care whether you talk to fifty other women tonight.
I'm not here for conversation." It wasn’t like her to
be so direct, but they both knew what they were really here for.
If Kiryuu had actually meant it about joining the Seitokai, she
would be very surprised.
Smiling wryly, he said, "I am." When she arched an eyebrow
at him, he continued smoothly, "Partly. But I've turned my
cell phone off, so we shouldn't be disturbed again."
Amazing. He actually is here to convince me to join.
"Suit yourself," she chuckled.
The waitress came at that moment, filling their water glasses and
leaving them to scan the menus. The aroma of cooking food made Kohana
feel sicker, and she didn't look at hers very long. When the waitress
came again, she said, "Hot chocolate, please."
Kiryuu glanced at her strangely. "You really aren't hungry?"
"I am paying. Take advantage of it."
"No, thank you. I'll just have my hot chocolate and a smoke,
if you don't mind." She grinned at him, and then pulled out
a battered pack of cigarettes.
"Go ahead." He ordered, giving the waitress a charming
smile, and then leaned back. Kohana lit her cigarette, inhaling
deeply and watching the curls drift up to the white ceiling. "I
didn't know you smoked."
"Only before and after the good things in life. Chocolate.
Motorcycle rides. Other things. Does it bother you?" She let
her smile tell him what other good things she was referring to.
"Not at all." He watched her for a moment, and then leaned
toward her. "I suppose we should get down to business."
His devilish grin told her that this was simply the preliminary
to more interesting activities, a formality that had to be carried
"Business before pleasure," she said, and then smiled
charmingly at him. "No, I won't join the Student Council."
Hopefully that will hurry him along.
"Don't make such a hasty decision. I'd like you to come to
a meeting, and I have something to show you. You've never been in
the forest behind the school, have you?" The question seemed
"No." She had investigated it, of course, but she hadn’t
been able to figure out how the door worked. What could be in there
that was so private?
He seemed to pick up on her frustration, and said, "I'm one
of the few allowed in, as is the rest of the Student Council. What
I'd like to show you is in that forest. It would be worth it, wouldn't
it, just to say you'd been inside?"
This was true. If whatever she saw changed her mind, then, that
was fine. But so far she hadn't seen anything to change her mind.
"Tell me, Kiryuu-sempai, what's in it for me? Joining the Student
Council is fine for someone who wants something to add to their
list of accomplishments, but I don't plan to do anything useful
after school. My parents have enough money for me to do whatever
I like for as long as I live. And I can't see why taking on any
sort of position would be at all useful to you—I'm not going
to do any extra work, and I'm away too often to be of much use in
At this, he arched a scarlet brow. "As I've said already,
you might bring a vitality to the Council that seems lacking this
year. And you're one of the most popular students in the school—you
have a lot of influence, even among the teachers. You’ve charmed
most of them into being amused by your... interesting approach to
schoolwork. You know that the Council has sway over the teachers.
Juri provides quite a bit of that sway, but we need someone with
a lighter touch. Threatening them only makes them resent us.
"And as to what's in it for you... you'd have the protection
of the Student Council, in case anyone ever does find out that you're
the one behind the pranks. The Council has known it for a long time."
That was surprising. She’d always been careful not to be
seen when there was an opportunity she simply couldn’t miss.
"How?" she asked, eyeing him warily.
Kiryuu smiled and ignored her question. "The strictures of
the school are very much relaxed when you're a member. You could
show up to classes as seldom as you like. As well, you'd have the
power that the position provides, if you use it responsibly. There
are various other benefits, but those are the main ones. All you
have to do is come to the meetings, maybe once every two weeks,
and vote when there's a vote needed. And if we need you to convince
someone to our views, you'd do it."
She was almost sold on this idea. He was persuasive. More importantly,
she had the feeling that there was a lot he wasn't telling her,
such as how the Council had known that she was behind the pranks
in the school. She had her own lines of information, of course,
but to her knowledge, there had never been a rumor connecting her
with the pranks. "Then I'll agree to go to the forest with
you. I might join."
She thought she saw a troubled look pass over his face, but decided
that it was her day to imagine things, because he smiled. "You
won't regret it."
"I haven't joined yet, Kiryuu-sempai, and don't forget it.
Now, are we done with business?" She crushed her cigarette
out, grinding the coal into nothingness.
"For now," he said. He seemed more serious, as if something
was weighing on his mind, but shrugged it off. "Tell me something,
"Is it really your parents that force you to see the doctor?"
The question caught her off guard, and she was glad when the waitress
appeared with her hot chocolate and Kiryuu's ice cream. It gave
her a few moments to collect herself. Kiryuu didn't seem to notice,
flirting with the waitress, and she was very glad of that. When
he turned back to her, she was totally composed again. "They
just worry too much. I get headaches, but as far as I know, they're
"Is that why you miss morning classes so often?"
She scowled. "Have you been hiding under my bed? I like my
He laughed and backed off, waving a hand as if to dispel her anger.
"Scrutiny of potential Student Council members is mandatory.
Be glad that you were my choice and not Juri's, or she'd have your
every move mapped out since the beginning of the new grade. She
takes her duties very seriously."
Her fit of pique dissolved at this. Of course he would have been
watching her. It was strange that she hadn't noticed it, though.
She usually noticed things like that, especially after one of her
fans had started acting and dressing the same way, snapping photos
of her at every opportunity. It had just been a crush, but it had
still been unnerving. And the pictures had been horrible.
Before she could answer, he'd continued on. "But no more of
that. I do have another question for you, though, one I've been
wondering about for quite some time."
"In the early school pictures of you when you were young,
your hair was dark. It's not naturally that color, is it?"
She wrapped one of her white curls around her finger. "If
it’s that important to you, you’re welcome to try to
His mouth curved up in a catlike smile of satisfaction.
After the meal and a few seconds of deliberation, they had decided
to go to Kiryuu's house. It was in the same neighborhood, their
parents being of the same social status, and it was every bit as
large and opulent as her own. Kohana didn't need to wonder what
his room was like—she had a very good idea already. Something
that reeked of seduction and sensuality. Her own room was... well,
quite disturbing to someone who didn't understand her. That included
everyone, of course, so most people didn't stay long in it. That
was fine with her. It was her private space.
Kiryuu led her into the house, through large, richly furnished
rooms and up stairs with carpets that she could swear swallowed
her feet. The whole ambiance of the place was very similar to her
parents' house. With a start, she saw that the frames on the paintings
were exactly the same as the ones at her house. "I think our
parents called the same decorator," she said, laughing.
He turned to her, glancing around dubiously. "What makes you
"The frames are the same," she said, pointing to one
of them. "I can't remember his name, but he was a short man,
balding, and he gestured and used his hands a lot."
Laughing, he opened the door to what she assumed was his room.
"We really aren't so different, are we? Hanato was his name."
She brushed past him, finding what appeared to be a sitting room.
It was even the same setup as she had her room, a sitting room before
the bedroom. "It's a shame our parents weren't more creative
themselves. At least yours had the fortune to pick a name more interesting
He didn't deny that his parents weren't creative. He asked instead,
"You don’t like your name?" There was a teasing,
flirtatious tone to his voice that she liked very much.
"I’m not a flower, especially not a little one."
She was feeling almost like her normal self again, and her spirits
were rising continuously. Enough to indulge in a little flippant
jab. "But even though I’ve told you, will you make the
mistake of thinking I am?"
Touga only laughed and said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll
bring something to drink if you would like, and an ashtray."
"That would be kind of you." Nodding graciously, she
seated herself on the chaise longue and watched him leave. As soon
as he'd closed the door, her hand crept shakily up to rub at her
temples. Another migraine was coming on, and judging by the tingling
feeling in her face, it was going to be worse than the last one.
If she could only hold out until she got home… the sex would
help. It always did.
Make herself comfortable, he'd said. An invitation to snoop? If
so, she declined to use it. Instead, she yanked off the annoying
red tie that was part of the school uniform and eased her neckline
by a few buttons. This outfit was really far too revealing to be
a school uniform. That was perhaps the only reason she approved
of it. It made things all the easier.
She’d taken her shoes off at the door, and now she removed
her socks as well. The carpet felt good on her bare feet, a little
rough and very deep, and she wandered around to enjoy the feel before
pulling a comb out of her jacket pocket and running it through the
tangled mess the wind had made of her white curls. After that, she
felt a little better. She'd stretched out on the chaise again, her
skirt riding up just to the tops of her thighs, when he opened the
door, carrying two mugs and the ashtray.
His eyes widened, and she knew the picture she must be. Exotic
white hair spread out over the chaise's rolled back, her arms behind
her head pulling the rumpled and half-undone shirt tight over her
firm breasts, and her long legs bare from the tips of her toes to
the tops of her thighs. It was a picture that had gotten her what
she wanted many times before, and it would get her what she wanted
Watching him look her over, she smiled and said mockingly, "You
said to make myself comfortable." Almost carelessly, she let
one of her legs slide off the chaise, letting it dangle.
He was a gentleman, no doubt about that. It was refreshing, after
being pawed by eager schoolboys that she had to guide and teach.
He didn't even peek. "And are you comfortable?" he asked,
his silken voice deepening with anticipation.
"Not yet," she said, and smiled. Before he could ask
why, she added, "I haven't gotten my drink yet."
Laughing, Kiryuu crossed the room to where she was sitting, and
set the ashtray on a nearby table. She sat up to receive her drink,
and as she did so, he took the wordless invitation that curling
up her legs implied, seating himself beside her.
It was hot chocolate, of course. Just for that, she decided she'd
treat him very nicely.
Once she decided that she was finished with her drink for the time
being, she set it down on the nearby table. The silence between
them was a peculiarly comfortable one. They each knew what to expect,
what would happen, and neither one had any illusions that it was
anything more than mutual desire for satisfaction that brought them
together. At the same time, the anticipation heightened their awareness
of each other. It was almost like this had happened before, and
they were just picking up where they'd left off.
Strange, that she should feel so comfortable around someone to
whom she'd never spoken before today.
It was in honor of that soothing ease that she decided to stretch
her legs out across his lap. "I feel like I've known you for
a long time, Kiryuu-sempai."
"Then you should call me Touga. We're not at school."
His hand absently traced the line of her shin, from her knee to
The feather light touch of his fingers, the calluses on them, made
her shiver a little. "I don't think either of us would mind
if we were at school, as long as it was relatively private."
"Maybe not." He wasn't looking at her body, not at all.
His eyes were the brightest blue she'd ever seen, liquid. He was
watching her face intently.
The mark of a good lover. Watch my expression, listen to the
noises I make, and let your body feel the rest.
"Maybe if we should happen to meet at school one day…"
she let the words trail off and grinned. This was getting very,
"Maybe. I like the idea." He smiled, and let his fingers
wander around to the back of her knee, gently stroking. He seemed
to know just the right amount of pressure, and just how long to
linger, before his hand moved down to cup her calf. She bit her
lip, just a little. Kiryuu smiled lazily, self-assured as ever.
He had such sensual lips...
Languidly, Kohana's arms drifted up, and she arched her back and
stretched. It was always good to stretch before exercise. She could
clearly feel the soft cotton slithering upwards, exposing her flat
stomach, and she closed her eyes in enjoyment. One thing her illness
did give her was sensitivity, so that every little sensation was
magnified. It made things like chocolate and silk into lush ecstasy;
every taste, every touch, a little slice of rapture.
She felt him shift, and then his warm lips were gently heating
her cold skin, his tongue flickering out to taste it. The sheer
silken feeling made her gasp. Carefully, so as not to disturb him
or stop him from doing as he liked, she slid one leg away from him.
He was leaning on his elbow, so it was easy enough to inveigle her
leg under his arm and then around him. Kiryuu smiled against her
skin. Nipping lightly just below the bottom button of her shirt,
he let her know that it was to be undone.
Kohana's hand made its lazy way down from behind her as his hand
found the small of her back, the other still cupping her calf. Teasing
him a little, she delicately ran her fingers over his hair, twining
a lock of it around her finger and slitting her eyes so that she
could consider the color as she relaxed. It wasn't red, exactly,
more like scarlet or ruby. He nipped her a little harder, almost
to the edge of pain.
The slight hiss of indrawn breath was all he needed to hear before
he was kissing it better. She dropped the lock of hair she'd been
playing with and stroked his head before letting her fingers creep
up to the button and undo it. He was such a tease; he would drop
soft kisses here and here, and then his tongue would circle her
navel and draw a warm, wet line up to the next button, where her
fingers rested. Kohana undid it without delay, and he continued
his meandering way upward to the next one. And the next one. And
the next one. Until there were no more buttons left, and he was
placing wet kisses along the inside curves of her breasts and along
the line of her brassiere.
Kiryuu's cheek brushed against her nipple beneath the flimsy covering.
"Silk?" he murmured, gently flicking the hard point with
"I can't stand anything against my skin that isn't soft,"
Drawing it into his mouth, he made a soft sound of assent. Even
through the silk, Kohana could feel his mouth clearly, the moist
warmth dizzying her. Her body writhed in ecstasy. When he let it
fall from his mouth, the loss of sensation was almost unbearable
until he whispered, "I have silk sheets."
The feather-light brush of his lips on the very tip and the warm
tide of his breath made her moan aloud. It was a few moments before
she could trust herself to speak. "Show me."
Chuckling, he said, "Soon," and kissed the hollow between
her collarbones. Strong hands gripped her at the small of her back
and her calf, and he slowly drew her down, crushing the length of
her body against his. Wrapping her legs around him, she ground her
hips into his, his hard cock rubbing sweetly against her clit through
the layers of clothing. Kiryuu exhaled a ragged purr of satisfaction.
Kohana's retaliation was long past due. Gathering her concentration,
she made her fingers open the fastenings that held his uniform closed.
At last, when the shirt was open, she could touch and taste his
skin freely. Every inch she could find was kissed, nibbled, licked,
and caressed as she searched for the spots that would drive him
mad. The vibration of the sigh in his throat reached her lips; the
delicate shiver as she lightly dragged her fingernails down his
back didn't escape her notice. When she roughly bit at the hollow
of his neck while again pushing her hips against the hot length
of him, he groaned. It was ever so satisfying.
"Slow down," he said, letting his weight fall on her
enough that she could barely move. "We have all night if we
Her eyes slowly opened, and she grinned lazily at him. "Habit.
I'm not used to having hours."
"Your parents don't allow you to see friends like me?"
Amusement welled up into his eyes.
"I don't like having people I don't know in my room."
This time he did laugh. Until she bit him.
Not too hard, of course, and she soothed the tender spot afterward
by sucking lightly on it. Afterward she took her time, exploring
and teasing endlessly. The simple feel of him was enough to keep
her arousal at a peak; his heavy, feathery hair tickled her body,
and his smooth skin slid easily over hers. She was so absorbed in
what she was doing that she disregarded his delighted sighs until
he trapped her hands in one of his and said, "Enough. You're
far too good at this."
"Mmmm, such a compliment." Writhing sinuously underneath
him, she thrust her hips against his again and gasped, "The
The only answer he gave was to kiss her. It was then that she knew
for certain that this wasn’t simply another night and another
lover; Kiryuu was an expert, teasing her at first with soft, almost-chaste
kisses and then slowly allowing them to grow more and more heated,
as if he was seducing her all over again with just that kiss. His
lips caught on hers, taunting her with little flicks of his tongue
at the corners of her mouth and then dipping inside to tantalize
her with velvet touches before drawing away. The hunger in her soon
became too insistent to ignore; Kohana impatiently returned the
kiss, biting at his lips, her tongue twining with his in a silken
"Of course," he breathed when they broke apart, desire
flaming bright in his eyes. Always the gracious gentleman, he helped
her off the couch and even fished her cigarette pack out of her
jacket for her. The shirt wasn't needed any more, so she dropped
it on the floor and picked up the ashtray, walking through the door
he held for her.
Kiryuu's room was much as she'd imagined it would be. Sheer draperies
on the bed, chairs with silken cushions, the same opulent style
of furnishing, and what she'd wanted most of all to see, the silk
sheets on his bed. It was impossible to resist them. She dropped
the ashtray on the nightstand and nestled into those decadent silk
sheets, stretching so that she could feel them on as much of her
body as possible. Reveling in the feeling, her eyes closed in absolute
Warm hands spanned her rib cage. "I don't think I've ever
seen anyone enjoy my bed quite so much without me in it." The
hands moved around to her sides and she arched her back, allowing
Kiryuu access to the fastener of her brassiere. He undid it expertly,
of course, sliding it off so that her nipples, exposed to the cooler
air of the room, became even harder. It almost hurt, until his mouth
found one of them and soothed it with tender licks and delicate
suckling. When he switched to the other, his hand covered the first,
kneading at her breast. He was so warm compared to her; she hadn't
noticed it much in the other room, but after a short cooling period,
she found that she craved that warmth.
The best way to get it was to be direct. Opening her eyes, she
pulled him to her, moving so that he had room to lie down. Shortly
she'd stripped him of his pants, and for a moment she just looked
at him. "You really are as beautiful as I am," she said,
all pretense gone for that moment. His body was godlike, lean and
muscled, smooth-chested and long-legged. Inviting. Eminently desirable.
He understood. He nodded. There wasn't any need for false modesty
among creatures of sensuality. "And when do I get to see whether
you really are as beautiful as I am?" There was none of the
teasing undercurrent that his words usually held, only desire.
"Soon," she smiled, and leaned over to flick the head
of his cock with her tongue.
She teased. She tortured. She would take all of him into her mouth
and throat, suck strongly on the velvety skin, lightly stroke the
pouch with the tips of her fingernails, and listen to the adorable
little sounds he made deep in his throat as she did something particularly
pleasurable. For Kohana, it was enjoyable enough just to listen
to him and feel his body moving and know that she was the one who
was doing this to him. For Kiryuu, no doubt it was a little more
than that. The sounds he made were beginning to tell her how near
he was to orgasm, and with this newfound knowledge, she brought
him almost to the brink a few times, slowly backing off each time.
By the time she decided she was finished, he was sweating. She slowly
raised her head, looking directly at his lust-hazed eyes and licking
He was obviously keeping himself under very tight rein as he pulled
her down to lie beside him, his skin burning against hers. Without
wasting any movements, he rid her of the skirt, laying his hand
over her sex and torturing her with gentle insistence. The slight
pressure of his fingers was intense; all she wanted was for him
to push a little harder, but try though she might, he would not.
What was it that he wanted?
Yes, there was a smug look in his eyes that said that revenge was
exactly what he was after. He wanted to see her wanting him as badly
as he'd wanted her.
That was easily bypassed. Nestling in closer to Kiryuu's side,
she ran her hands down her body, pinching her nipples lightly, playing
eagerly with them with one hand while the other moved further down,
the fingers slipping under his hand and under the waistband of her
silk panties. After all, no one knew better how to please her than
she herself. A few quick strokes, and…
...his hand clamped down, holding hers in place. Her eyes flew
open, and when she saw the indecently complacent look in his, she
Kiryuu smiled at this, but he did ease off on her hand, allowing
it to move just a little. Then he began to move his fingers, controlling
what hers were doing. In moments she was on the brink again, the
pounding wanting increasing—but again, he stopped her. And
again after that.
It continued on until she was sure she would faint from sheer frustration.
In the end, she had to give in. "I need you. Please."
Wordlessly he pulled her closer, stripping her of her panties and
just looking at her for a few moments. "Beautiful," he
breathed, laying a kiss between her breasts. When she wrapped her
legs around him again, this time it was real, no barriers between
As she felt the tip of him nudge at her moist entrance, she said,
Without asking for an explanation, he nodded, and then he was gradually,
agonizingly, rapturously pushing into her. It seemed to take forever.
Once he was fully inside her, he began to pull out again, more quickly
That did it. The building pressure she'd felt exploded into orgasm,
her nails dug into his arms, and her legs locked around his hips.
For endless moments the world spun around her completely disregarded.
She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out loud.
When the orgasm had finally ebbed enough that she could speak again,
she panted, "However you want it." That made him smile,
and he began a slowly maddening rhythm, not the fast and hard fuck
she usually got when she said that. This was entirely too perfect.
He wasn't just going to fuck her, he was going to make it thorough.
Kohana did her best to find an addition to the rhythm, finally settling
for a twist of her hips that he particularly seemed to like.
Eons may have passed, and Kohana wouldn't have noticed. She didn't
bother to keep count after the second time she came. Too absorbed
in the enthralling dance of their bodies, she responded instinctively
to any change in tempo, forgetting that Kiryuu was anything other
than a near-perfect lover for her. Nothing outside of the moment
seemed to matter at all. It was a moment of freefall, beautiful,
perfect unto itself, and it went on and on...
By the end, they were near frenzy, Kohana's teeth sunk deep into
his shoulder and Kiryuu obviously exerting every ounce of self control
he had to keep it going just a little longer, to make it last as
long as it possibly could. Eventually, though, their control wore
out, and as she squeezed one last climax out, Kiryuu spilled into
her, shuddering. They lay exhausted for a few moments, neither able
to muster enough strength to move. She could feel him dwindling
The real world slowly began to intrude again. He rolled off of
her, once again self-possessed and in control, and she ignored the
trembling of her limbs long enough to light a cigarette and inhale
normality with the smoke. Exhaling noisily, still unable to catch
her breath entirely, she said, "We should do that again sometime."
"We should have done that a long time ago," he said.
"I didn't know you before today," she laughed quietly.
It was actually quite a shame they hadn’t met before—she
had truly been missing out.
"At least now I know that's your natural hair color."
His amused smile was clearly audible.
"Same to you."
Kiryuu laughed and started to say something, but was interrupted
by a knock at the door.
"Onii-sama? I heard a cry—" came through the door.
"It's nothing, Nanami," he called. "Go away."
There was a long silence, and then Nanami said, "All right,
Kohana finished her smoke in silence. Kiryuu didn't seem to be
inclined to talk, and most of the time she didn't like to talk after
sex, especially at this moment. That migraine was finally making
itself known again. Irritably, she stubbed out the cigarette, standing
up and gathering her clothes despite the slight dizziness she felt.
When he saw what she was doing, Kiryuu did the same. "Don't
trouble yourself," she said, coolly amused. "I can let
"I'll take you home." Judging from the way his eyebrows
drew together so slightly, he was going to be stubborn about it.
She supposed that, on second thought, it might be easier to let
him have his way.
A gentleman even afterward. Surprising.
As they made their way back down to the door, the migraine grew
worse and worse. Kohana was beginning to feel the cool tingles at
the top of her head that heralded a fainting spell, and the tiny
spikes in her temples had somehow grown. At least she'd had the
period of respite given by the sex.
Hold on, just until I get home. I can faint in peace there.
Within minutes they were on the motorcycle, her arms locked desperately
around his body, and only a little while after that she was getting
off at her house. The only problem was that she could barely hold
herself up. Grey spots were starting to cloud the world around her.
"About the Council—" Kiryuu started.
"Tomorrow," she said, and waved him off. The blood was
draining from her skin, a familiar feeling. Suddenly it seemed like
she was made of ice.
Frowning, he asked, "Are you all right? You look pale."
"I'm just tired." After giving him a weak smile, she
turned away and said, "We'll talk tomorrow." Why couldn't
he just leave her alone? She had to get to the house, now,
or she'd be in big trouble... The grey spots were eating slowly
away at her vision, and she was dizzy. Somehow she fumbled the gate
open by touch, unable to see it clearly, and made her way down the
path. She was almost there, but the door seemed to be miles away.
The path was smooth; she’d made sure of that when she’d
first been old enough to write a check, so why had she stumbled?
The impact jarred her knees, her palms scraped from breaking her
fall, but it was nothing compared to the stabbing silver pain in
her temples. Soon she'd fall all the way. That would be worse, if
she was conscious for it.
The last thing she remembered was warm hands on her arms, holding
her up, and her own effort to say, very clearly and precisely through
gritted teeth, "Leave me alone."