Misery's not so bad | PLOT

[Hayate Fuku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right 214 • 5000 | tags • people | notes • notes, short text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" That was pleasurable, it was only unfortunate that the male orgasm didn't last as nearly as long. But it was complete euphoria for him in those couple of seconds. Sat down on the shower, and she nuzzled into his neck. He stayed there for a little while, just... mind blank. The thing was, was that he now had to contend to the guilt setting in his mind. Only having been widowed for a few days, and now he was fucking another woman? That was.. problematic. Fuku reasoned with himself. It was just a coping mechanism, right? The familiar feeling of pleasure associated with some of the feelings and memories he had shared with Kyoko. The shower had been going on for too long now, gently pushing the woman off him, he stood up and turned off the shower, it coming to a slowing stop. He walked out, grabbed two fresh towels and offering one to Iku, taking the time to study her body once more. Such... a petite pale figure, with porcelain like skin and the curves you'd expect- tight for a teen. Fuku made a note, ignoring his better side that he would be doing this again with Iku, possibly even more in one night. "I hope that was adequate enough for you.." made by akemi

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said They sat there for a long moment, the only sounds coming from the water hitting against tile and faint notes of piano music drifting upstairs from the radio. Her chin rested on his shoulder, eyes closed, simply enjoying being there with him, in a hazy post-coital glow that was unlike any feeling she'd ever felt before. Any thought of just who she was fucking, and all the reasons why she probably shouldn't have, had flown right out of her mind the moment Fuku touched her, and now that they were done - for the moment; well, she hoped this wasn't going to just be a one-time thing - said thoughts and reasons were slowly trickling back into her mind. Fuku had only been widowed for a couple of days, and yet here they were... it almost felt like she was disrespecting Kyoko's memory by getting it on with her husband so soon after her death, and that thought made her feel horribly guilty - she imagined that he felt even worse, but... Iku didn't even know how to rationalize this beyond stupid excuses that wouldn't really fly. She took the proffered towel and went to work drying off her hair first and foremost; it's not like the rest of her would get dry if her hair - which hung down past her butt - was still soaking wet. The effect of this, of course, was giving Fuku another good opportunity to study her - an opportunity which he took, something that made her grin. "'Adequate' doesn't even begin to cover it, Fuku." words: 266 | tags: fuku | notes: 266/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right 506 • 5000 | tags • people | notes • notes, short text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" "Good." At least Fuku had kept to his declaration. "You know, you're going to have to help me pick out some spots for me to go, right? I'm pretty useless, being that I've never been on a holiday before." Fuku moved forward and planted one kiss on her, before turning and beginning to wipe his back, hair and shoulders, leaving his hair in a messy wet-dry hair look. The usual scowl that adorned his face was long gone for the time being and it was something that Fuku quite enjoyed, realizing how relaxed his face felt. It was a somewhat tranquil feeling. "There are brushes and hair dryers over there." he said, pointing to one side of the room with mirrors, and a desk. Walking over to his wardrobe, he quickly pulled on a comfortable long sleeved cream shirt, leaving the towel around his waist for the moment he gathered his clothes, and Iku's wet ones and dropped them into the washing basket. "There's some stuff you can wear that not even Kyoko had. Yeah, she owned that much clothing." he almost managed to make that sound nonchalant. Laying up against his bed did he finally release a relieving sigh. Ever so comfortable in his shirt and towel, the bed and Iku there- it was pretty... nice. He even felt himself... dozing off? A nap at this time of day was.. terrifying for him. He hadn't really done it in years, and had only really ever happened after long missions, he returned, placed Samehada on it's glorified bed and went upstairs and slept. And by all means, Iku was welcome to join him so they could nuzzle together for the time being, while nobody was going to interfere. Of course they wouldn't. made by akemi

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said "Pfft, you probably know more places than I do. It's not like I've ever gone on a vacation either, you know." But of course she would help him pick out places to visit; she did want him to have a good time while he was gone, after all, and gods know the man had no sense of style, and she didn't doubt that that extended to picking out vacation spots. She had her hair reasonably dry - less sopping wet, at the very least - and so moved on to the rest of her body - after sharing a brief kiss with Fuku. It was such a.. a surreal scene; somehow, Iku had failed to imagine the two of them ever having a casual chat while drying off after fucking in the shower. It didn't feel like anything had really changed between them, and that was good. He was still just Fuku. Her friend, her teacher... maybe more. Of course, she made a beeline for the brushes - her hair required a lot of care to keep it so perfect and shiny and soft, after all. Thankfully, she found something acceptable for use on her precious hair. "Oh, Fuku, you underestimate me. I've already looked through everything in her closet... Twice." She chuckled, then started the hair dryer, and set to work on the most valuable mission of all. Of course, by the time she had put the finishing touches on it and gone to find something to wear, Fuku was asleep. She picked something out - another short little dress, of course; she didn't always wear stuff like this anymore, but that didn't mean she didn't like it - and then curled up on the bed next to him. She was a little tired, and more sleep was always good. Not too long after she laid down, Iku too was fast asleep, pressed as close to Fuku as she could possibly get. words: 325 | tags: fuku | notes: 591/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right 1042 • 5000 | tags • people | notes • notes, short text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" Fuku's sleep began dreamless, and as most sleeps went he was pretty tired- in a state of deep dreams and being awake at the same time. For a moment he stirred- thinking more time had passed. that had only been something like ten minutes. Seeing that Iku was still busy away with the work- Fuku dissapeared into the land of dreams. They began like most, Fuku dreaming of something incessantly crazy, like flying with a rainbow horse or something. Fuku however, began with slight nudges. His dream had took a darker turn. A memory had begun playing out just like it had only just begun, Fuku a little more than a year younger- twenty three years of age and brandishing both a Katana and the sword, Nuibari. Nuibari had been struck out of his hand by the Samehada user, Hinata. They had begun a fight, and Fuku knew this kind of fight would only be struck out until the end- until one of them was dead. She had been a fairly good supervisor, taking care of Fuku when he was stuck in training. He had learned from the previous user of Kubikiribochou, long before Hamada Akido pulled up the blade. Fuku was doing routine clashes with the woman, until he struck her down with his own sword; only cleanly placed Samehada in her chest cavity. Well, what would've been called a cavity, was a messy ooze of blood and gore- long before Fuku knew how to wield the blade properly. And then in that moment it had been made his, he had also run the risk of losing his ability as a swordsman with his right hand impaled, but Samehada seemed to accept Fuku as it's owner. The scene changed, and that was him standing before his parents as a young boy- and which only seemed like yesterday that he had pretty much self exiled himself from his family. Sure, they were rich but Fuku had got to the point in his life where he could afford to look after himself. Again, was being by himself, in his apartment - so bleak and dull. It had three rooms, the kitchen, the living room and bathroom. His bed was in the living room in the form of a sofa bed. Those had been some pretty rough days, Fuku couldn't live on instant ramen, and so the next day in his bleak apartment, who's paint was scratching off- partly from the age and partly because of Fuku's laziness. He went out and bought cookbooks, and quite a lot of them. A lot further into the future, and it was Fuku freaking out over what to cook, Kyoko was going to be coming around- him a fresh faced boy of seventeen, and her eighteen. She came around, and despite Fuku's attempts of flattery they falled pretty flat. It was also that night that she took the lead and ultimately, she took his virginity. While they both were virgins, she was the one in the lead, which was weird considering he seemed like the dominant one. He was only lightly dreaming for now, but with the comfort of Iku, subconsciously at his side- he settled down a little bit again. made by akemi

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said A light sleeper Iku was not. It was a miracle that her alarm ever managed to wake her up in the mornings, in fact. Fuku could have woken up and started poking at her or something and she wouldn't have even stirred, out like a light. Thankfully - mostly for Fuku's sake - she didn't snore. With how loud she was when awake... that would have some interesting consequences. Her dream was your garden variety type of floating dream - she was drifting along, and there were pretty colors everywhere, and damn, was it nice. No bloody nightmares. No ghosts trying to haunt her while she rested. In fact, it was downright peaceful for a (very much welcome) change. Of course, like most dreams, it eventually evolved into something altogether different, and the change? Well, it was quite nice, too. Being that her conscious mind had been almost completely focused on one thing - and that thing was, quite obviously, sex with Fuku, which she had enjoyed more than she ever could have imagined - it naturally found its way into her dreams as well. Of course, it wasn't the same scene on repeat - though she would have been completely fine with that. Her imagination was taking a few... creative liberties, and the result was interesting indeed. She did wake up when the dream had reached its, ah, climax - to find herself snuggled up even closer to her teacher, something she hadn't thought physically possible. Figuring that she probably wouldn't be able to fall back asleep after that, Iku stretched and started playing with Fuku's still-wet hair. It would probably wake him up, but she kind of hoped it wouldn't - he looked so peaceful when he was asleep, and she didn't want to disturb his peace. Well. Perhaps she would disturb him - and propose a round two. words: 312 | tags: fuku | notes: 903/5000 | credit: akemi of btn

[Hayate Fuku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] i'm ready to ignite Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right 1504 • --| tags • people | I listenined to Alexander Wolfe • 'Dinosaur Song' when writing this. It's cool. text color - C5DDE3 "speech color - D8B2FF" So Fuku's innocuous dreams continued. It was now the morning after Fuku had lost his virginity, and man was he feeling sore. He had been rode so hard, and was all achy that no training session would've provided. It was grey, and a dull bleak light set into his bedroom/living room. Kyoko had long since left and Fuku had long since slept, he was leant up against the arm of the sofa. Although he was still, knees drawn up into him and he leant his chin on the side, he felt a dull throbbing. Not in his mind, but in his heart. It was... Well. Everything was still, the bleak light had set a grey on his morning and with it, came the eerie silence. Usually there were bustling sounds. Not today. No sounds of nature, birds or people. Just... as if the world decided to be shut out for the day. This was the day he decided to buy more cookbooks and actually fend for himself in the culinary world. Then came little snippets of him failing at cooking, until he eventually became better. That was also just as good. Fuku didn't know what was exactly happening, but a small timeline in a randomized sequence was being played out, going from his academy days to his more serious days as a shinobi, going through the tough times on missions to the ones where he was thinking 'Did you really just do that?' the scene turned dark - just like the lights had been turned out. But there had been a chilled voice that shook Fuku from his sleep. With a sharp intake of breath, Fuku awoke, jolting from his laid position. One deep breath out, and Fuku's senses returned to him- back in the land of the living. "Oh shit..." he breathed out. He found that he was in a cold sweat. Just how long had the chilling voice been there for? How long had he been listening to the rattling, dead voice of Kyoko? A new memory, etched into his frame. His heart and mind were racing, but were slowly returning to their human form. The prior term being personification. The chilling feeling in his bones forced him to get out of his bed, swipe on some new trousers and leave the house without a second thought. Bedhead entirely, something that he would begin brushing as he left, Samehada on his back and mission file on the opposite side. He didn't even care if the girl followed him. Girl? Iku. He didn't even care if Iku followed him. His thoughts needed to be cleared, but that was no easy task. But he couldn't reach the end of his road when he stopped, the chilling cold making him sigh. made by akemi