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The Little Flame that Stood the Storm	By : Mina-chan95 Category: +S through Z > Togainu no Chi Views: 36 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-The Little Flame that Stood the Storm
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A/N: Alright, boys and gals, it seems that even my sickness haven't completely defeated me. Thus, a day before my b-day I've managed to prepare something nice not only as a small treat but also what could be like an entry for ShikiWeek2024 event (yup, I'm aware I'm a bit early, but I couldn't wait any longer. So, let me know whether it is okay to use ShikiAki yuri as a proper entry for this big event too!)
Also, I've always wanted to see what would happen if Shiki would ever get sick and how Akira would react.
A-anyway,
As always,
Enjoy!~
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It’s been two weeks since Akira was brought into the ruthless killer’s lair. However, it seems the silver-haired woman is already used to living here.
Besides, aside from having a safe shelter from the rain and wind, Akira recently receives new clothes from the red-eyed swordsman. Of course, if one could call more or less a fancier lingerie like that during their playtime... Although, it was a nice variety after wearing these oversized shirts all the time.
Nevertheless, a few days ago, Akira was surprised that Shiki hadn’t bullied her in her own way during a small incident. Apparently, after taking the shower and climbing out of the bath, she felt something warm running down her thigh.
When she lowered her gaze, she closed her eyes and sighed at the bright crimson blood, not knowing what to expect from Shiki. More so, that sensation of a small velociraptor tearing her insides and her thighs’ flesh with its sharp teeth made her hug her stomach and bend while slowly but deeply breathing.
Despite that unbearable pain, Akira forced herself to climb back into the bathtub, and after reaching the shower head, she turned it on and allowed the warm water to wash her down, hoping it would distract her.
Soon enough, she lifted her head upon the opened door. A moment later, she only gave an exhausted look to her partner, who wasn’t so glad to stumble across the bloody scene.
More importantly, judging from the dark-haired woman approaching her with a mildly irritated face, Akira understood it may not end.
On the other hand, it was not something that she could control. Or so the silver-haired woman wondered while turning her head away and imagining Shiki’s judgmental red eyes looking at her.
Meanwhile, the red-eyed swordsman silently studied her partner with her poker face on.
“Hmph. So, this is how it is... Clean yourself before I return.” Shiki briefly ordered her before turning her back and taking her leave.
After several minutes, Akira finished drying herself, and her partner returned without empty hands.
Surely, she hadn’t expected to see her usual white shirt, a couple of other items like a pair of underwear, and something wrapped in a flat, square package.
After closing her red eyes, Shiki handled them to her prized possession. “Put them on.”
For sure, the silver-haired woman only looked at her with her confused, big blue eyes. Yet she didn’t give into confusion and did what Shiki asked her.
Even when they returned to the fearsome swordsman’s bedroom, Akira understood she had to make it up to Shiki. After all, it was a natural part of her routine to end their day and have private time together.
However, when the blue-eyed woman threw her arms around Shiki’s shoulders and pressed her body against hers, she widened her eyes at how this woman cushioned her tilted chin and smirked like a feline. “Does a puppy want to play? However, you need to endure for a few more days until it’s gone. Besides, I’m not interested in training a mindless sex slave that only leaves a mess after her.”
These words genially bewildered Akira, who was only pushed on the bed and tucked under the sheets. In the end, after the dark-haired woman removed her black leather pants, she joined her adored pet and hugged her from behind while taking most of the space in bed. A moment later, she rested her head on Akira’s shoulder.
For sure, that sensation of Shiki’s hair tickling her neck made her silently sigh. More so, it eventually helped her cramps in her lower half to calm down.
Thus, even during these recent days, the silver-haired woman was secretly delighted that Shiki stayed in her apartment much longer and only left to get food, water, and some other necessities for her, like a mother cat bringing something to her baby cub.
But for now, Akira only stares through the window and waits for her partner to return.
Unfortunately, aside from the never-ending heavy rain outside, there are no signs of Shiki coming back soon, even if she has promised that she won’t take long.
‘What if something bad happened on her way? Just come back safely, you fool...’ the silver-haired woman wonders while resting her palm on the window and shakily closes her eyes.
However, even after waiting for a couple of hours and with the storm growing stronger, Akira remains alone. Despite that, she refuses to rest and continues protecting her master’s fortress.
Suddenly, the thunder strike alerts her, but not as much as hearing something heavy dropping near the entrance door.
“Shiki!” Akira panics before rushing toward that sound.
Soon enough, she nearly drops to her knees when she sees one familiar swordsman soaked ‘til the last straw and shakily leaning on her trustworthy weapon to get up while deeply breathing. A second later, a black trash bag catches her eye.
No matter what is inside of it, it doesn’t concern Akira. After all, there are more important things at the moment. Thus, after approaching the dark-haired woman, she bends down and places her hands under her armpits.
“Leave. I can get up on my own.” Shiki protests.
“When you barely can move? Stand up and I’ll leave.” Akira immediately backfires and removes her hands from her partner.
Just as Shiki attempts to get up, her sword slips under her. Yet Akira’s reaction is quicker and catches the dark-haired woman in her tight embrace.
When she places her palm on her partner’s forehead, she widens her eyes and gasps at how it is burning hot compared to her cold skin.
Instead of wasting any time, Akira starts dragging Shiki toward her bedroom. However, it’s easier to say than have it done because the once ruthless Grim Reaper of Toshima is now nothing more than a cat refusing to move from the same spot.
Of course, she would appreciate Shiki putting minimal effort into coming into the bedroom. Besides, she is not so lightweight fellow. On the other hand, if she wasn’t sick, she would probably let this swordsman lie on the ground until she had enough. Or so the silver-haired woman ponders and sighs.
Meanwhile, Shiki lifts her trembling gaze and makes a smug look, despite feeling every bone in her body is aching and may break. After all, there is nothing more entertaining than her dear pet looking after her owner during her last moments while making such a serious face. But for now, she closes her crimson eyes while feverishly respiring and groaning.
After laying Shiki on the bed, Akira briefly wonders where she should start. That’s right, it might be one thing to undress one if they wore dry clothes and another one when they are as soaked and sticky as a second skin.
After she climbs on the bed, she starts with her partner’s upper clothes.
Even such a simple task of removing shoes requires the silver-haired woman to hold Shiki’s leg with her thighs while pulling it with her hands. Nevertheless, a leg after a leg, and she takes care of it.
For now, she moves to the red-eyed swordsman’s zipper of her leather pants and belt. Fortunately, Shiki lifts her bottom and remains silent without making unnecessary comments. Despite that, Akira feels the heat rushing to her cheeks.
It’s not her first time seeing Shiki naked, but even in a moment like this, she cannot help herself but be shy by undressing a ruthless killer whose life is at her will. More so, even if, now, these red as bloody gem eyes are in pain, for the silver-haired woman, they are so captivating and making her heart skip a beat.
When she nervously swallows the saliva and inhales, she holds onto Shiki’s dark leather coat without removing her blue eyes from her. “It would be helpful if you could sit.”
Meanwhile, the dark-haired woman replies with her usual arrogance. “When did you learn to behave so boldly?”
“And you still act like this even when you’re about to die? … Don’t make me to use your katana, you idiot.” Akira immediately backfires while keeping her serious look.
Instead of arguing with her prized possession, Shiki only turns her head away while leaning on her elbows and keeping her proud face. “Hmph. Are you that badly worried about your owner, puppy?”
As Akira lowers her coat from her shoulders, she closes her eyes and responds. “Think as you wish…”
Thus, upon grasping the hem of her turtle-neck t-shirt, the silver-haired woman lifts it and reveals her partner’s well-built body, along with her battle scars and the soaked medical bondage covering her large bust.
“You’re cold...” Akira softens her gaze while brushing her palm against Shiki’s wet skin before continuing her hard work of peeling this woman out of her outfit.
Meanwhile, Shiki returns her gaze and studies how, despite Akira being nervous while undressing her, she refuses to give up. Surely, such an effort only continues to amaze this woman, who has seen everything.
When the silver-haired woman carefully pushes Shiki onto the bed, she takes her partner’s gloved hand into hers and brings her lips close to her fingertips. Suddenly, she widens her eyes as the red-eyed swordsman tries to brush it off.
Unfortunately for her, Akira’s grasp is tighter, and no matter how she refuses to admit her defeat, she narrows her gaze. “I can handle it on my own.”
The silver-haired woman remains silent and pulls long leather gloves. Lastly, she tosses them on the ground along the resting pile of clothes and returns her gaze to her lover’s chest. “I cannot leave you like this. So, I’ll end this quickly.”
Even if Shiki is aware of what Akira has planned for her, she only closes her eyes and accepts her demise while her chest bloats. After all, perhaps it’s the divine retribution for showing her weak side and having high hopes that she can tame this stray dog that sparkled something in her. More importantly, in the end, her adored pet turned out to be a wild canine that would bite into the same hand that would feed her.
But for now, when she opens her tired eyes, her gaze follows her prized possession as she leaves her side and searches for a specific item in the drawer.
Even when Akira approaches her while carrying her combat knife, Shiki keeps her poker face. Thus, when her prized possession sits on top of her and points the tip of her blade at her chest, the dark-haired woman cracks a smile and slowly closes her eyes while waiting for the finishing strike.
Slash! And the blue-eyed fighter’s combat knife tears the layers of medical bandage at once. A second later, with the sound of a fallen blade and her breasts released from the tight clothing, Shiki opens her eyes wide-open and notices Akira with her lowered shoulders staring at her and explaining in a calm tone. “It would have taken ages to unwrap it. So, there…”
When her beloved pet pulls out the remains of the medical bandage under her and climbs off her, she pulls the blanket under her and covers her. “You better not try anything stupid or else…”
And with these words, the silver-haired woman gets up and walks toward the closet. However, no matter how thoroughly she seeks for something, she only exhales and slams the closet doors before rushing to the bathroom.
A few minutes of the ruckus and the sounds of the various things flying around in the bathroom have passed. Once again, the blue-eyed woman storms out without hiding her frustration.
Yet something small squeezed and dripping in her hand while getting close to her catches Shiki’s eye.
When Akira is close enough to the weakened swordsman, she brushes her wet hair from her face and places a cold, wet small towel on her forehead. “It’s not much, but please endure it for a bit longer.”
For sure, even seeing how the once fearsome woman is now fighting for her life clenches her heart and makes her tighten her lips and shortly whimper.
Nevertheless, Akira immediately turns her back and leaves the bedroom.
Thus, after reaching the corridor, Akira looks down and spots the same black trash bag that Shiki dropped and her katana earlier.
She wouldn’t bring anything useless or nasty from the Toshima’s streets, right? At least, hopefully, she didn’t. Or so Akira thinks to herself while squatting and tearing this bag.
To her surprise, seeing her fixed and neatly folded former clothes leaves her dumbfounded. “Shiki, you...”
When she picks them up, she warmly hugs them and lowers her head. “As if you knew that something bad may happen to you… You stupid, reckless fool.”
A couple of moments later, she lifts her head and unbuttons her white shirt before changing into what her partner has brought for her. After a few minutes, when she zips her jacket and puts on the hood with fur edges, she picks Shiki’s trustworthy weapon and leaves her apartment.
Some time has passed. After the silver-haired woman returns to the lair of the fearsome killer, she opens her jacket, revealing the goods she brought, and lowers her shoulders.
“Good. So, hopefully, you haven’t run away while I was gone.” Akira sighs while checking on the water bottle and the box of paracetamol before heading to the bedroom.
Fortunately, to her relief, the dark-haired woman is taking a nap while fighting back against the fever.
But for now, when Akira removes her jacket and approaches her, she places her hand on the small towel resting on her forehead and softens her gaze.
After she removes the warm towel, she gently strokes her forehead and cheeks. “Just a little bit and you should get well…”
Instead of receiving the wanted answers, Akira only closes her eyes and sighs at Shiki’s soft groaning and her unusual whimpers during her sleep. “Just hang in there.”
After a couple of minutes, the blue-eyed woman soaks the small towel in cold water and carefully sits her partner, who is as fragile as a doll, in her hands. Lastly, she leans closer to her and taps her cheek. “Hey, wake up.”
Finally, Shiki shakily opens her sleepy crimson eyes and cracks a tired smile. “What is it with you and that look on your face?”
“Take it.” The silver-haired woman gives her a couple of pills and a bottle of water while supporting her back with her arm.
Even the most basic task, like holding things, is challenging for the most powerful woman in Toshima, and a few moments later, her shaky hand drops it instantly.
For now, Shiki lowers her head and grinds her teeth while grasping the blanket. A moment later, she addresses her adored pet while avoiding facing her in her weak voice. “Leave. You are free to go. So, why are you still there?”
However, Akira only picks up the dark-haired woman’s dropped items, and when she takes the paracetamol and a good gulp of the water, she keeps it in her mouth. After she places her other hand behind her partner’s head, she closes her eyes and brings her face close to Shiki’s. When she presses her lips against hers, the silver-haired woman’s tongue tries to get inside her.
For sure, it shocks Shiki and makes her silently whimper, but she has no choice but to invite Akira. Even when she opens her mouth, and while water and medicine rush into her, she instinctively swallows it while a few drops run down through the corners of her lips.
More so, even if she wanted, she cannot remove her face when her prized possession buries her fingers into her hair and strokes them. Fortunately for her, as soon as she takes the final sip, Akira withdraws her face while keeping her lover in her caring embrace and catching for air.
After wiping the water from her and Shiki’s face, Akira fixates her blue eyes on her and replies. “As if I ever will. Even if throw me away, I’ll come back to you no matter what.”
Such an honest confession bewilders the red-eyed swordsman, and she whispers in a nearly mute voice while the heavy raindrops tap the window. “… Akira.”
Meanwhile, Akira gently allows her partner to rest on the bed and tucks her under the blanket. After she drains the wet, cold towel, she folds it and rests it on Shiki’s forehead. “Listen. You’re not allowed to leave. Not until you’ll get better. Then you can do what you wish with me.”
But for now, the silver-haired woman leaves the bedroom for a while to check if their apartment is locked and if they run out of necessities for tonight. Besides, tomorrow’s worries can wait. Thus, by then, Akira would hunt the same way as Shiki does every day.
An hour passes. Finally, the silver-haired woman can rest against the bed frame while hugging her partner’s trustworthy weapon if anyone dared disturb Shiki’s long rest.
More so, it cannot be helped that she would need to sacrifice her own comfort until her partner recovers. At least that’s a small price she has to pay. Or so Akira convinces herself while she sits on the floor and does her best not to fall asleep.
However, Shiki’s voice makes her lift her head immediately. “What are you doing down there? You’ll catch a cold down there.”
“Says who?” the blue-eyed woman backfires.
“Hmph. How adorable of my little puppy worrying about her owner~ However, I will let you jump on the bed and snuggle under the blanket. Undress and get into a bed.” The dark-haired woman responds while smirking like a cat.
Of course, it might be useless to argue with Shiki in her current state. Or so Akira decides as she sighs and starts removing her pants.
When she climbs on the bed without bothering her partner, she curls into her usual spot and throws a blanket over her.
Suddenly, she widens her eyes when a pair of arms wraps around her. Even when Shiki presses her body against her and rubs her cheek against her neck, Akira swears she can hear a thrilled noise from this large feline.
‘At least you seem to be recovering fast…’ The silver-haired woman ponders. In the end, she unconsciously places her palm on Shiki’s head and carefully strokes her hair.
However, it seems her partner doesn’t mind it. Or perhaps she is already slumbering. Who knows?… Either way, even the rain outside may not answer her questions. She doesn’t mind it. Besides, she secretly feels glad that this reckless woman is finally safe and under her care. Or so Akira decides when closing her eyes and calling it a day.
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