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Calm and a Storm	By : Mina-chan95 Category: +S through Z > Togainu no Chi Views: 69 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story was made for fun and definitely NOT for making profit or money out of it. Trust me, Mina only sees writing as a hobby and her passion. More important, I do NOT own Togainu no Chi.

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A/N: Alright!~
First of all, sorry for taking so long with this one. Also, it seems that even for writing the r-18 scenes, I had to double-check some things, no matter how it was embarrassing to look up for them even in incognito mode.
More so, dunno why but, personally, I still keep shying out writing some parts in yuri. But hopefully, one can get used to it within time, right?
Either way,
I also wanna thank everyone for 25k. HITS!❤ Because your support and love means a world to me.
As always,
Enjoy!~
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Somewhere in the cold, abandoned streets, the Grim Reaper of Toshima is scouting and looking for another prey to stay in shape.
Even if today her blade hasn’t tasted the blood yet, that dreariness in the air soaks into her. Along with that, she has an iron aftertaste in her mouth.
Although, it’s not her first time sending any filthy rein user or other kind of low-lives to the netherworld.
Besides, her first encounter with death during military training left her indifferent and had no significant effect on her.
After all, it’s nothing different from seeing anyone eating or sleeping, and no matter who you are, it is only a matter of time before one day you won’t wake up or just get killed by a stronger creature. So, it’s no one’s but your fault for not outsmarting or overpowering your enemy. Or so the red-eyed swordsman was disciplined and now reminds herself before continuing her trip.
After wandering for a while, she enters an old park that has seen better days even before the deadly game of Igura has been announced.
Just as the wind rustles the willow’s leaves, Shiki widens her crimson eyes and freezes at the same spot, nearly dropping her gripped katana.
Nevertheless, after taking a deep breath, she approaches a strangely familiar petite figure resting against the large tree.
Soon enough, she recognizes this fifteen-year-old girl with short blonde hair wearing a black turtle-neck t-shirt and black and red checkerboard pattern skirt along with a crimson dog collar and the necklace with all her collected dog tags stained with the crimson liquid.
However, her once energetic blue eyes that are now dull on her round doll face alone show that life has left her body, at least in less than an hour.
After staring at the palm-sized hole in the blonde’s chest for a few moments, she only closes her eyes and shakily respires.
“Haven’t I told you to not follow me around? Why did you leave the town? But look at you now… You fool.” The red-eyed swordsman speaks with sensible sorrow in her voice.
When Shiki opens her eyes, she kneels in front of this person and places her palm on her face. After gently closing her eyes, she withdraws her palm and picks up this girl while thinking. ‘Although, there is only person who can be capable of this...’
As she lowers her head and grinds her teeth, she growls. “That Woman… Why does she keep mocking me? Just you wait, and I’ll send you to hell, you disgusting freak!”
“Show yourself and face me, you coward!” Shiki roars at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, she receives no response from her old-time enemy.
A few moments later, after she deeply exhales and cools down, she carries the blonde to a more desolate place. Regardless of blood ties or far from a good relationship, little Rin was still her sibling.
That’s why even if she failed to protect her this time, Shiki decides to at least properly bury her before any low-life worms, who have nothing sacred or any morals, defile her.
After a while, she takes her twin daggers with her as the last remaining memory of her and takes one more last look at her grave while reminding herself to bring flowers tomorrow for her.
Meanwhile, in Shiki’s apartment, one silver-haired woman thinks about how to kill time until the owner returns after a long day.
It’s not that she misses this woman or is waiting to greet her with excitement and love. Besides, it’s something that people in love would do, right?
More so, it would be something unnatural and stupid for her and Shiki may find it either annoying or laugh at it. So, there is no need for anything unnecessary. Akira thinks to herself as she grasps her palm around her chest and lowers her gaze.
On the other hand, there is something that she cannot put a finger on and it doesn’t let her rest recently. Or maybe it’s all in her mind and today, like any other day, will end the same way. The silver-haired woman reminds herself.
When she closes her blue eyes and sighs, she checks the drawers of the night desk with no expectations aside from finding a bar of Solid or two.
After opening the drawers, she widens her eyes and remarks on her discovery. “How did she?… What is it doing here?”
At that moment, she covers her mouth while staring at her combat knife resting in the drawer that she was certain she lost during the fight against her dead friend. Surprisingly, there is not even the slightest dust or dirt on her blade.
When the silver-haired woman takes the knife into her hands, she studies it for a while. One thing is for sure, there is no mistake. It is her trustworthy weapon. It even has the same word in an old foreign language engraved on it.
“But why?…” Akira mutters in disbelief.
Does Shiki isn’t concerned at all that she may try to kill her? What if she may use it to make her way and escape?
As she carefully tightens her grasp, she closes her eyes. After shivery respiring, she whispers. “You idiot…”
When the silver-haired woman lowers her shoulders and opens her eyes, she puts her blade back in the drawer and closes it.
Despite having a perfect onetime opportunity to escape this cage and flee for her freedom, she decides to stay.
First, she doesn’t want to fight. No, she is not afraid of the Grim Reaper of Toshima herself. She doesn’t see any reason to leave her side any longer.
More importantly, since the fearsome swordsman brought her into her lair, Akira was genially expecting to be tortured and humiliated in the worst way possible before being killed and disposed to the dumpster.
Surprisingly, aside from becoming a huggable pillow or a pass of time for this ruthless woman, Shiki didn’t assault or raise her hand against her yet, not even when she seemed so close to losing her temper because of her antics.
More importantly, a few days ago, Shiki finally gave her back a good part of her dignity. That’s right, a day after the dark-haired woman had marked her, Akira was anxiously waiting for her because she knew she might not go to bed until she washed her.
At first, when Shiki returned home, she was pleasantly surprised by getting greeted by her partner’s eager request. Yet, after briefly chuckling, she ruffled her prized possession hair and told her she could have done it on her own, along with adding a teasing comment.
Besides, within time Akira got used to the dark-haired woman’s touch, and now she might not live without it the same way as a flower that desires for the rain. Thus, these intimate moments have become an inseparable part of her new routine, along with being the only human interaction.
Even if her partner might use her only to release all the gathered tension and stress during the day, she is fine with it as long as it calms the howling storm inside her.
Nevertheless, the blue-eyed woman still cannot understand why Shiki avoids such simple things as kissing. To think of it, they already had sex several times. Unless the red-eyed swordsman is saving her kiss only for someone whom she loves.
“But isn’t kinda too late for that? Or someone like her believe in that romantic nonsense too?” Akira averts her gaze and murmurs while covering her lips with her thumb.
Secondly, even if Akira would somehow leave Toshima alive and in one piece, it doesn’t change the fact that she will need to hide like a criminal for the rest of her life because of that sketchy couple who probably didn’t remove these false accusations after she left the town.
On the other hand, is it important anymore? After all, her hands are stained with Keisuke’s blood. So, because she failed to save her childhood friend, she has finally become someone whom she was accused of, a murderer.
Even her former title of unbeatable Bl@ster champion means nothing in Igura and if it wasn’t for her blood, Keisuke or any other player would have already killed her.
More so, if she cannot defeat someone as powerful as Shiki, there is no way she will face the legendary Il Re and win to prove her innocence. While understanding it well, Akira leans against the nearest wall and holds her arm.
Suddenly, she lifts her healed palm and looks at it. “But that inhumane strength and speed cannot belong to an ordinary human, right? Shiki, are you also a rein user?”
But for now, Akira walks towards the bed and, after sitting on it, stares through the window and hopes that the dark-haired swordsman may answer her question soon.
A couple of hours have passed. Suddenly, the unlocking and the door opening makes the silver-haired woman lift her head and look in that direction while grasping her white shirt. “Shiki…”
When Shiki enters the bedroom, she realizes that something is off about her partner, aside from her returning earlier than usual.
Apparently, the dark-haired woman’s head is hung, and her shoulders are stiff while she carries something in her hand. But for now, she only stands still temporally before lifting her head.
When their eyes meet, Akira is stunned by Shiki’s dull but sad face. However, just as she opens her mouth, her partner immediately turns her head away and wipes her cheek with her gloved hand.
A moment later, she rushes to the night desk and opens a lower drawer while avoiding facing her.
Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman only silently stares at Shiki, who carefully puts inside a pair of bloody twin daggers before slamming the drawer and murmuring something.
When the red-eyed swordsman removes her black leather gloves and long coat and tosses them on the ground, she gets close to her partner.
Suddenly, Akira widens her blue, bewildered eyes as Shiki slams her palms on the bed and corners her.
After the ebony-haired woman exposes her shoulder, she sinks her face into her pet’s neck.
For sure, all Akira can do is shakily close her eyes and gasp while her neck is assaulted by being licked and sucked.
It doesn’t help her at all that the red-eyed swordsman kneads one of her breasts and makes her softly groan.
After she moves her lips towards her collarbone and nibs it, the silver-haired woman whimpers.
However, when the first blood appears, Akira immediately places her palms on her partner’s cheeks and pushes it away. “You cannot do this!”
Such a gesture surprises Shiki, and she only gives her a visibly frustrated look. Meanwhile, Akira doesn’t remove her eyes from her and tightens her lips. “What if you’ll die too?”
After closing her eyes and respiring, she explains. “No one who has tasted my blood has survived.”
Certainly, hearing these words sparks excitement in the crimson eyes. But for now, Shiki holds her wrists and presses them against the bed.
While she pins her adored pet, she keeps her poker face and comments in a purring-like deeper voice. “Hmph. Is this what you’re worried about? How cute…”
Lastly, she swallows the saliva before closing her eyes and presses her lips against Akira’s.
It makes the silver-haired woman widen her eyes and blissfully narrow her. A moment later, she briefly panics when her partner’s tongue tries to get through her lips.
Thus, without a second thought, she closes her eyes and invites Shiki inside. For now, the heat rushes to her cheeks, and she lets more endearing sounds in between, catching for air as the swordsman explores and conquers every little of her.
Even if Akira is unsure whether it is alright to feel the good shivers sent down her body just by such a passionate kiss alone, she is convinced that if Shiki continues it any longer, she may suck her soul.
On the other hand, it’s nothing that she minds. After all, slowly dying while drowning in pleasure doesn’t sound so bad.
Meanwhile, the dark-haired woman swiftly unbuttons her partner’s shirt with one hand while intertwining their palms with the other.
After exposing Akira’s naked body, Shiki places her free palm on her neck and gently brushes it down to her breasts and lower, as if trying to memorize the shape of her body and each curve.
For sure, the way the dark-haired woman’s fingers trace her body makes Akira shakily respire and arch her back. More so, it’s enough for her privates to tingle and keep her legs close.
Soon, upon a couple of the fingers touching her nether regions, she spreads her legs enough and allows the beloved hand to move lower.
After withdrawing her face, Shiki observes Akira’s chest bloating along with her blushing yet yearning look on her face before showering her neck with kisses.
In the meantime, the silver-haired woman lets out another adorable moan as her partner rubs her privates and bites into her neck.
It doesn’t help her at all that these wet noises coming from her still embarrass her. But her further thoughts are distracted by Shiki biting her shoulder and resting her palm on her neck.
Just as the first droplets of blood appear, the red-eyed swordsman starts licking it. ‘So sweet.’
Meanwhile, Akira instinctively throws her arms over Shiki’s back. For now, all she can do is shakily respire and let sweet whimpers while her partner leaves biting marks all over her.
Suddenly, she gasps and sinks her nails into the dark-haired woman’s skin as a pair of fingers are lightly pushed inside her. Even if in reality, barely a tip of her lubricated fingers is touching her, she can swear it feels like it touches her stomach.
Right now, she does her best to resist and keeps her legs to get rid of the threat. “No...”
Such a rejection strikes Shiki right into her guts. When she withdraws her face, she gives a mildly annoyed look and backfires. “As if you never played with yourself like this before… So, why are you acting like this now, you idiot?”
When Akira turns her head and lowers it, she replies in a humble voice. “I just had no need to do something perverted and stupid like mas… masturbating. That’s it.”
When she fixates her gaze on her partner, she adds. “Besides, even when you’re gone, I would never do something embarrassing like this by myself because you’ll… you’ll do it with me, anyway! So, there.”
Certainly, this honest confession curves a delightful smile on Shiki’s face and makes her chuckle, but she arches her back like a feline and grips her adored pet’s cheeks. “You’re lying to me with such an adorable little face. Then why are you always so sensitive?”
When she lowers her crimson eyes and pulls the tiny chain of Akira’s nipple piercing with her finger, she observes her reactions. “Unless you’re really holding back and waiting like a good girl until your owner returns home and take cares of you.”
After releasing the little chain, she fiddles her nipple and makes the tiny cross bounce on her breast. “How cute…”
When their eyes meet, the ebony-haired woman announces while keeping her poker face. “Listen. I’ll teach you another way of satisfying your master.”
But for now, Shiki sits on top of her and holds onto the hem of her black turtle-neck t-shirt and is about to remove it.
However, as soon as she feels Akira’s palm on her waist, she stops and raises her eyebrow.
Apparently, a scar on her waist makes the silver-haired woman soften her gaze.
Nevertheless, the red-eyed swordsman keeps her cool. “What is it? Are you that impatient?~”
These words immediately make Akira remove her hand like it was burnt. But her curiosity wins and she asks, even if she can sense that it may anger her partner. “Who did this to you? Does it have to do with the same person who might upset you today?”
Meanwhile, Shiki only closes her eyes and sighs. “Why do you care about something unimportant like this?”
“But…” The blue-eyed woman objects. However, she is interrupted when Shiki lifts and removes her t-shirt to reveal a few more old scars on her well-built body along her strong abs and a few layers of medical bandage wrapped around her large bust.
For sure, seeing her prized possession being in awe and gaping like a fish amuses her, and she doesn’t miss her chance to leave a teasing remark. “Hoo~ However, I’ll accept this as a compliment.”
When she thrusts her hips, she unbuckles her belt and unzips her black leather pants. “What is it with you? It’s not like it is your first time having sex.”
Akira only nervously swallows the saliva and her cheeks dye in a lovely shade of red as she watches Shiki lifting her bottom and removing her pants and underwear. Such a breathtaking view makes her quietly whimper and feel the rising heat in her lower regions.
After throwing away the bothering pieces of clothing, the dark-haired woman leans close to her and tilts her chin. “Now, let’s change the positions and get on top of me.”
Even if Akira is unsure what Shiki has planned, she only closes her blue eyes and nods. After all, no matter what might happen, she already entrusts herself to this woman.
When her partner climbs off, the blue-eyed woman moves closer to the wall and waits for her to lie on the bed.
Lastly, after Akira sits on top of Shiki, she lowers her gaze when her partner places her hands on her waist and addresses her with a strangely sleepy face. “Turn around and bring your bottom closer to me. Then, just repeat whatever I do. However, I’ll punish you if you selfishly enjoy yourself. Understand?”
Instead of saying anything, the silver-haired woman only follows the given command. Despite being in such an embarrassing position and feeling how her ears burn from it, she closes her eyes and unconsciously lifts her bottom into the air.
Suddenly, she softly moans as Shiki grasps her buttocks and adjusts the right height for her. Nevertheless, she refuses to open her eyes or see what she is up to.
Soon enough, she makes the most erotic moan that she didn’t know she was capable of after her partner presses her lips against her pussy and sticks out her tongue.
For sure, she didn’t expect such a surprise attack, and Shiki may finish her instantly by passionately kissing her lower lips.
More so, these wet noises and the way her tongue works around her sensitive areas slowly drive her insane and make it impossible for her to keep her voice down.
“This place… You… You shouldn’t be using your mouth here. That’s...” The silver-haired woman pleads in a sweet voice while she can feel the pleasant electricity sent to her body.
When Shiki momentarily withdraws her face, she wipes her lips and seductively replies. “What are you talking about? Look. Your body cries for more~”
While making purring-like noises, she closes her crimson, blissful eyes and licks her partner’s lustful juice from her inner thigh side until reaching her privates.
That stubborn woman won’t give so easily, will she? Akira wonders before swallowing her remaining pride and bringing her face close to Shiki’s privates.
Of course, she is nervous, but she carefully dips her tongue to taste this woman.
At first, she briefly whimpers and widens her eyes when her taste buds are surprised that this transparent liquid more or less has a sweet and metallic taste. Yet Akira secretly feels relieved that it’s not as awful as she had expected. It’s not exactly as sweet as honey, but it’s not disgusting.
Meanwhile, Shiki only chuckles when her beloved pet licks her as a cat drinks the milk.
While she is being teased by Akira, she thinks. ‘You’re clearly lack of skills. But it’s alright. It only makes me want to corrupt you even more.’
After the dark-haired woman grasps her erected clitoris between her fingers, she gives it good care by using her tongue. A second hasn’t passed, and she is rewarded with more adorable lover’s cries.
But for now, it seems neither of them wants to give up on one another. Even Akira has become bolder while experiencing the seventh heaven that her partner gives.
‘Is this how you’re going to play, huh?’ The red-eyed swordsman ponders while in between purring, she lets out lewd whims.
However, it doesn’t take long enough for Akira to reach her limit. In the end, her vision goes blank and blissfully moans while her body trembles.
Fortunately, Shiki’s reaction is quicker, and she withdraws her face in time. Despite that, her snow-white medical bandage becomes soaked by her lover’s squirted emissions.
At that moment, the silver-haired woman remains in a delirious state and feels dizzy while regaining her breath.
Hell, even if Shiki wants to play with her more or scold her for staining whatever she wears, she can do what she wishes. After all, no matter how it is to admit it, she has won fairly.
Even if Akira wants to, she cannot move her body anymore or cares too much about resting in such a position.
Speaking of which, she feels how her partner moves under her and crawls out under her. But for now, she only sighs while watching how Shiki sits on the edge of the bed and keeps her usual serious face.
However, just when the red-eyed woman is about to get up and leave, she widens her eyes upon a familiar pair of arms wrapping around her waist and refusing to let her go.
When she turns her head, she smirks like a feline. “What is it?”
Instead of saying anything, Akira only lifts her head and nuzzles her cheek against her. After a brief pause, she addresses her. “You haven’t come yet. So I can’t let you leave until you’re happy.”
Suddenly, she closes her eyes when someone’s palm lands on her head. But for now, she listens to Shiki’s calm voice while enjoying her ruffling her hair. “Hmph. It cannot be helped, then. However, I will not go easy on you. So, prepare yourself, Akira.”
Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman only lowers her gaze. “If that will stop you from acting reckless and get hurt, then it should be okay.”
In the end, Shiki unwraps the layer after a layer of medical bandage around her chest while giving a satisfied look. “Hmph. Even if you break or lose your mind, you’ll mine. So, ‘brace yourself.”
Eventually, as the white medical bandage drops on the ground, the dark-haired woman corners her lover and another round of two females fighting for dominance begins.
Some time has passed. Finally, Shiki leaves the bathroom while wearing only her black turtle-neck t-shirt and matching color underwear, along with a resting towel on her shoulders.
Meanwhile, Akira observes her partner approaching her and sitting close to her while lying on her stomach and wearing a fresh shirt under the blanket.
But for now, the dark-haired woman cracks a smile. “What is it with such a sour face? Did you miss me already?”
“What happened when you were gone? You wouldn’t be acting so weird if it was nothing,” The blue-eyed woman asks without wasting her time.
“Are you worried about your master that much?” Shiki backfires while grasping the bedsheet.
However, Akira is persistent and continues the interrogation. “Then, does it have anything to do with these bloody daggers? You wouldn’t have your random victim’s weapons, right?”
“It’s none of your concern.” The dark-haired woman closes her eyes and sighs.
After a brief pause, she continues with a darkened face. “What happened in the past won’t change anything now? So, what’s the point for you to know something that doesn’t affect you?”
As the war flashbacks from one of Shiki’s military operations rush to her mind, she hugs herself and shrugs. Right now, she frowns and silently growls when she remembers one woman with an indifferent face and the same uniform as her, locked her arms and watched her struggle while their surroundings were set on fire and never-ending screams.
At that moment, even her aching battle scars twist her face in disgust and shame, and making her whimper.
When she fixes her posture and deeply breathes, her shoulders tense. “That’s why you must discard all these useless emotions that don’t let you become strong! Else, your enemy will be your weakness or whatever makes me you vulnerable…”
After listening to the red-eyed swordsman’s story, Akira tilts her head to the side while making big blue eyes. Yet from Shiki’s trembling shoulders alone, she understands that this woman might break soon.
Thus, instead of repeating the same mistake that she made during her and Keisuke’s argument because of simple miscommunication and bottling things up, Akira gets up and wraps her arms around her shoulders.
For now, she presses her chest against Shiki’s back and rubs her cheek against hers.
Certainly, such a gesture bewilders even a ruthless killer like Shiki, but she rests her palm on her partner’s hand and lowers her shoulders.
After a brief pause, she exhales and gently strokes her hand. “What a clingy puppy you are… What should I do with you?”
When she lifts her head, she ponders. ‘Never leave my side, Akira. Not Death or That Woman will never have you as long as I breathe.’
In the end, when Shiki lowers her adored pet’s arms without using pressure, she lies Akira on the bed and corners her.
After staring at her alluring blue eyes, she remarks in a deeper voice while brushing her lips. “Do even know what you are doing to me?”
Just as Akira preparing to be eaten by this lascivious feline, she respires as Shiki gets under a blanket and hugs her from behind. One thing is for sure, she is a stray cat who is very clingy towards her picked human adopted her.
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