Little Red Riding Ruki

By Lord Tarsisk.

Soyez influencé –Be influenced!

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(A/N:

>>>Someone’s POV<<<

Someone’s thoughts

“Someone’s speech…” As if you couldn’t tell that one. Honestly, some people are just plain stupid.

The measure of good friends can only be shown in the support they give. When they go above and beyond the call of friendship, you know you have a group of keepers. Takato knows he wouldn’t have it any other way. Even Ryo, having previously shown feelings for Ruki, has let Takato go his own way. But can they bring the two together forever?

And Ruki—Juri can only do so much. But soon even that will be too little. It might soon be up to Ruki, who has gone through so much, to take the two to a next level, whatever that might end up being.

This might be the end—or the start of something else. Either way, this will soon be done. Friends, by Lord Tarsisk. Enjoy.)

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>>>Renamon’s POV<<<

I sit on my wooden stool, long given up on anything else more comfortable. The wind wouldn’t help, anyways. Even though I managed to close the door and clean myself, there are broken windows letting in the coldest draft, made all the colder from the feedback.

She jumps up and bolts to the bathroom, a hand over her mouth. The sound of dry heaving is sickening—not to mention the feeling she is sending. The result of my other half—

—Whom I constantly blame for my actions, knowing all along that it’s all my fault. A sense of nausea creeps up from the pit of my stomach, not just from her feedback, but from my own beaten, weathered conscience. It is entirely my fault.

MINE! My fault that she is scarred for life. She’s broken, disturbed, and shattered, all because I couldn’t control a part of myself—the one with the libido. And because of my libido, she will never be a whole again.

My fault that looking at her boyfriend causes a sense of fear—fear that he might be put in danger. Fear that she might be alone again.

My fault. And as I subconsciously try to maintain the failing psychic link, my headache grows and grow, and though I can no longer hear the wind, I feel it’s gripping cold.

Ruki can feel it too, sadly. The blankets and cups of tea from her mother are proof enough. I had hoped she would be stronger, but… that is out of my control. Still…

—Evidently she wasn’t worthy of being your mate.

—Mating was never a part of it—she was merely a plaything for Your Horniness.

—Shut up! Shut up!

Headaches are not the only thing that plagues my mind. I just hope they don’t hurt her too.

There must be a way to fix this.

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“What do you think, Ruki? Too skanky?” Juri asked as she stepped out of the dressing room.

“Juri!”

“And it’s on sale, too!”

“Juri!” Ruki shook her head. “You look like my cousin Sayura from Kyoto on her stag.”

Indeed, Juri DID look trashy. From bottom to top, she had on a pair of black high-heels, and some fishnet stockings. Her leather skirt went only a few inches lower than her thighs. Hovering over her belly button was a white tank top. Add in some make up, and she would’ve been ready to hit the town.

“Still, it is pretty sweet.” Ruki admitted. “Hey, thanks… for the help, you know? You’ve been a great friend.”

“Sure, no problem. I’ve always wanted you as a friend, you know. Even when you were a… well, a bitch.”

Ruki paused. Juri wasn’t very subtle. Though she was right: Ruki had been a bitch. A blush formed over her cheeks; she lowered her head and sighed. “Yeah. I’m sorry, about being mean to you, and all.”

“I know. It doesn’t matter anymore. All that you should worry about is what you’re going to wear on your next date.”

Ruki smiled, Juri was being incredibly helpful lately. She didn’t know why.

“So, Juri… Do you have… a boyfriend?”

“No,” she answered form her little stall. “Why?”

“No reason, just making conversation. It’s weird, always talking about me. What about you?”

“Well, I have had my eye on Ryo for a while.”

“Hmm? Really?”

“Yeah, except I think he likes you.” She stepped out of the change-room wearing her original outfit, and they walked to the cashier.

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Ruki awoke suddenly. She didn’t feel as if she had slept for very long at all, and was immediately suspicious of a dream. She blinked, and watched a white, wall-less room come into focus. Ruki gasped, and backed up, finding that it surrounded her in all dimensions. She looked up, and her eyes couldn’t focus on her ceiling; she looked down, and found the same. She felt as if she was falling; indeed, when she tried to jump she found that her feet sunk lower. Her eyes began to hurt, and she closed them.

A familiar, frighteningly real voice made her eyes open again onto the cold, shaking body of the one she hated: Renamon. With something to focus on her eyes instantly felt better. She jumped, and tried to move, but couldn’t.

“Please, don’t be afraid.” Renamon held her hands up, to show Ruki that she hid no cruel weapons. “I need to talk, to tell you something. You need to hear this.”

“Why should I listen to you? This isn’t real; even I know that. So why should I? You hurt me, and without a trace of guilt you tried to hurt Taka-chan! I’m leaving. You’re not real.” Ruki tried to move her hand to her upper arm in an effort to pinch herself, but at the last moment, she hesitated.

“You can’t do it, can you? This is just a dream, you know, even if it is partly real. Just pinch yourself, and you’ll wake up.” Renamon smiled weakly.

“…What do you want?” Ruki finally asked, deciding that she should at least give the monster a chance to talk, not wanting to admit that deep down she wanted to know.

“To explain myself. We don’t have control over—”

“We?”

Renamon smiled weakly and nodded. “I am not the one who took you. If I had known how powerful I could’ve been, I would have ended it long before you came into the picture. You see, Ruki, that there are two minds up here,” she said quietly, pointing to her head. “I started out with the purest of intentions, created to guard, to protect—”

Ruki snorted, but kept her mouth shut. She still wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of another attack.

“—But soon it became apparent that my feelings were greater than a sense of protective loyalty. Soon I became obsessed with you and your body, and my soul couldn’t handle the feelings I harbored.”

Ruki frowned. “What kind of…feelings?”

“…At first, affection. Love, even—if it horrifies you, I understand, but I am here to be honest.”

“…Love?”

Renamon nodded once more. “Love, and eventually desire that turned into an incredible lust that dominated my every waking moment. Soon, it filtered into my dreams. You think what I did to you hurt? It was only a fraction of the torment that I would have endured.”

Ruki shivered, but she didn’t feel especially cold. “…Okay.”

“And I couldn’t handle it. I wasn’t created to lust. But I was made to survive.

“They began as delusions—”

FLASH

Renamon dropped to her knees and grabbed her head in agony—

“Followed by nightmares of a monster assaulting you”

—And continued to writhe along the ground, crying and snarling at the same time.

FLASH

“They weren’t nightmares, you bitch—”

Renamon snarled, causing Ruki to jump again. “You don’t know! They were nightmarish and tormenting!” Regaining her composure, Renamon sighed and apologized. “…Sorry.

“Then eventually those nightmarish ideas, the nightmarish monster took form.”

“As?” Ruki prompted.

“A darker, more powerful and sinister version of myself. Without a body, it was forced into mine… I could barely control her. Us. You standing there? You don’t know how powerfully she is pushing. ‘Just raise one foot, then the other, and before you know it, you will be on top of her…’ That is what she says.”

“You’re insane!”

“I won’t argue with you there. Her name is DarkRenamon, and mine is Renamon… I don’t why I lied, but you probably don’t care now. The Rezu you loved for a brief moment will die as well.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Ruki asked. “Surely you don’t think I will ever forgive you.”

“And I don’t need forgiveness, I need peace. Besides, I created your relationship with the boy—”

“Which is scarred from the beginning, thanks to you.”

“It doesn’t have to be, Ruki. I can fix it. That is why you are here, so that you can learn. Because only through learning can there be acceptance. Only through acceptance can you begin to heal.”

Renamon sighed. “We are linked at the core, her and I. She won’t die as long as I live. I can’t live as long as she does. There can be only one outcome. Death.”

Ruki nodded. “You want me to kill you,” she stated rather flatly for such a heavy acceptance.

“No! You wouldn’t get close enough before her lusting rage would take total control. That is why I have locked you.”

Ruki stepped forward towards Renamon, if only to prove her wrong. But she found that as she lifted her leg, it became harder to lift, creating a point where she couldn’t move it anymore. She stopped struggling, and the foot righted itself.

Renamon ignored her attempt to prove her wrong. “Instead, I would have the link that we share—Ruki, you and I share—severed.”

“We share a link?”

“Or course. How else do you think I can continue to broadcast my thoughts to you?”

Ruki shrugged. “You—SHE—wouldn’t bother me anymore?”

“Yes, but it would shatter my being. Without a source of strength to keep me going, death would be the only result. She cannot exist without a host. It would kill two birds with one rock.”

“Stone.” How can she talk of death without the slightest hint of fear?

“Of course. I would die, yet there is no other way.” Does she not even care that I would die?

“How do you know all of this?”

“I… just do. I am sorry, that I have caused you so much grief. And I do hope that this will help you and the boy.”

Renamon dropped to all fours. “Good bye, Ruki.”

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Renamon dropped to all fours, her tail held high above her head. The white, wall-less chamber began to close in on Ruki, and it felt as if the air around her was being drained. The wall-less room began to darken, as a point of light burst into existence around, inside, within Renamon’s chest, shining through her flesh. The remaining light that drained from the chamber swirled around Renamon’s being, then a sudden wind, as if someone had switched on a fan over the two.

Renamon’s fur danced in the wind, upsetting the intricate Yin-Yang patterns grown into it. Still the light and the air drained, building, swirling, and took form around Renamon’s body in intricate n-dimensional spirals. A sudden pang of horror; Ruki felt as if she didn’t want her to go, not just yet, she had to forgive Renamon, she had to explain her side. Renamon couldn’t die, not just then.

“No! Stop! It hurts!” She took another impossible step and found that her lock had given way. She started running towards Renamon; how her feet generated the friction to move Ruki didn’t care.

“Stop!” Renamon snarled—and Ruki was rooted once more. “No closer! She lives, even now!”

Makino struggled against her footing, knowing that it was useless. The light continued to drain, but Ruki could still see Renamon as if it was daylight out. Only the white nothingness blackened. “Please, NO! Don’t leave me! I need you! You can’t leave! DON’T END IT! It’s… so… cold…” Ruki continued to scream, wondering if Renamon could even hear her, feeling tears flow down her cheeks, unchecked and unimportant.

*Don’t worry, you will return to normal soon.*

“But… No! Please… d-don’t leave me alone,” she sobbed. “It hurts, something’s going wrong!” She reached out her hand, trying desperately to close the twenty-some foot gap.

Renamon ignored her, and continued. The energy that churned the reality around her reached a culmination—emotions, feelings, sensations, thoughts, reactions—and in a terrific burst of light that drained the remaining light from the chamber it collapsed inwards on itself, piercing Renamon’s soul. The invisible floor collapsed beneath Renamon, it seemed, as her feet swung out from under her and hanged limp; but she hovered, pivoting on the point of light in her chest.

Ruki screamed in pain and dropped to her knees. A flurry of sensations wracked her tiny, frail body. She shook as if in rapt orgasm, and writhed in the pain of a thousand white-hot knives not unlike her own piercing her skin. So intense was the experience, and so draining, that for a second, Ruki’s heart stopped. She felt everything leave her body—pain, pleasure, excitement, torment, all of it, as well as the feeling of a beating heart, which ended up leaving her feeling more empty than she had been after her rape.

Add another swirl, churning around Ruki. She hadn’t noticed it, as she was so intent on getting to Renamon. She felt as if she didn’t really love Takato but Renamon instead. Yet none of this reached her consciousness. Ruki watched in a daze as a ball of light, no unlike the one that currently hung over Renamon, formed in front of her. Suddenly, a tiny shard snapped off and exploded into a million tiny fragments, mimicking the one over Renamon’s limp body. Instantly her body temperature dropped. Without sound the imperfect sphere sank back into Ruki’s heart, but Ruki felt disconnected from reality as the room returned to its normal luminescence.

Then, nothing. Ruki lost consciousness for a moment, but in a moment of nothingness an eternity can occur. Such was the feeling of age and fatigue that Ruki felt immediately after she awoke. Her eyes again tried to focus on something; she looked around and her gaze fell upon Renamon. Her point of view shifted as she stood up and ran towards Renamon who lay there, not breathing. Could she really be dead? It seemed impossible.

“No, no… it can’t be… please, no… don’t go…” she whispered, her voice cracking as she collapsed onto Renamon, sobbing quietly. Did she actually care for the beast that had not only taken her virginity but also her sense of security and well-being?

But it wasn’t her fault! She didn’t deserve to d-die… Her tears dropped onto Renamon’s fur.

“No! PLEASE, DON’T GO! I love you, I always have, just don’t leave me alone! It’s so cold!” she continued, sobbing all the while.

I give you the gift… of love… Use it wisely.

Ruki’s head snapped up as she felt the warmth return to her body. She didn’t notice how the wall-less room around her began to disappear and morph into her room, and continued to hold the one she knew shouldn’t have died, even as that body disappeared along with the room. Without a furred body underneath to support her, she flopped down on her bed, her covers, sheets, and pillows lying on the floor.

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Takato heard the phone ring and cursed. He turned off the hot water and jumped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself. He raced to his room, and closed the door behind him with one hand as he held the towel with the other arm. It was the fourth ring by the time he hopped onto his bed, sprinkling the sheets with water, when he picked up the phone.

“Moshi—Moshi?”

“…Hello, Takato.” Ruki’s voice came out as a purr. Takato smiled, loving her voice, but it was different now. He couldn’t tell what had changed, though.

“Ruki! I just got out of the shower. I thought I wouldn’t make it.” His hand wandered over his bed, trying to find a good place to rest it. He let it fall over the edge and it found the gap between his box spring mattress and his sheet. He pulled out a quarter in surprise. Cool! he thought.

“Really? Do you want to go out tonight?”

“Hmm. I get it. Someone’s looking for a fix,” he said as he rolled the quarter between his knuckles.

He thought he heard Ruki mumble, “You have no idea,” but couldn’t be sure. He threw the quarter across the room, bouncing it off the walls. It hit the corner of his room and rolled back to him, and he bent over and caught it quickly.

“Sounds good. Where to?” he asked.

“My place. Say, around nine?”

“I’ll be there. See you—”

“Wait! I’m not done.”

Takato placed the receiver back to his head, holding up the quarter to look at its year. “Yeah?”

“You say you just got out of the shower?”

“… Yeah…”

“Were you thinking of me?”

“Umm…” Takato couldn’t tell where this was leading. “… Yeah?” he guessed.

“What are you wearing?”

“Umm… a towel.”

“I’m not wearing anything, Takato.”

Instantly Takato's eyes shot open, and he dropped the quarter. Images of Ruki, naked, in front of him, for him alone to see, flooded his mind, and he opened the towel to allow some air. It was suddenly very hot.

“I’m laying out across my bed, Takato, very naked, face down on my deep red sheets. They’re pretty wet. I showered earlier, too. You could have joined me, if my mom wasn’t home,” she pouted, but at the same time her voice was coming out in heated breaths. He heard Ruki moan over the phone.

Takato wondered if this was for real. A nagging voice told him it couldn’t be real, thanks to her experience. “R-really?” his voice cracked. “Are you trying to tease me?”

“Of course not. The water was so warm, I thought it was your body pressed up against mine and it felt sooo good, Takato.”

Takato shuddered, and moved his hand to his stiffening member, which he began to stroke. True or not, Ruki showering was very arousing.

“Are you thinking about me right now?”

He gulped. “I’m thinking of you…” He gulped again. “And your naked body, yes.”

She moaned. “… Do you want to see me naked?”

“Definitely.”

“Do you still want to come over tonight?”

“Definitely.”

“Do you want to spend the night with me?”

“Definitely.”

“See you at nine, Taka-chan,” Makino purred, hanging up. She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned over and let her knees rise in the air and spread apart. Bringing her hand down to her wet slit, she carefully pushed in a finger and began to rub her clit furiously. The excitement was furthered by what she hoped Takato was doing at that very moment. She couldn’t believe how horny she felt, and how excited she had felt all that morning at the prospect of sex.

“Bye…” Takato said, hanging up. He couldn’t take it anymore. He kept the image of Replace in his head as he quickly brought himself to orgasm, the best one he’d had, thanks to her. He sighed, and realized he needed another shower. Only one thought remained as he turned on the water again, picturing Ruki in there with him, the quarter utterly forgotten. How did she jack off if her only hand was holding the phone?

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“Takato, do you want something for dinner?”

“No thanks, Mom. I’m eating out tonight. See you tomorrow.”

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Takato walked down the street, thinking hard about earlier on. It was almost eight; he had plenty of time before the big night. Time he used to wonder what sort of game Ruki was up to, because for her to come on so hard and suddenly wasn’t like her at all. At least, he thought it was. Was he already beginning to miss things?

“No, no, I’m not not paying enough attention. I just don’t know every detail of what’s happening to her. That’s normal, right?” he asked the sky, as if it had all the answers. The sky crackled overhead. Perhaps it would answer after all.

“Oh, crap. I don’t want to wait another hour through the rain,” he whined as it began dumping all around him. Truth was, he didn’t want to wait another hour to see Ruki. At that thought his dick began to harden; he was very sensitive and quick to notice those kinds of things. “Ruki. Ruki. Ruki,” he said to himself, realizing he could overcome a thousand hours of torrential downpour just to spend a minute with her.

Within moments his hat was soaked. He thought that he should have brought his goggles, but those were too small now to be of any use. All he could do was hope that her mother and grandmother weren’t home. He absentmindedly remembered that her grandmother had been ill, and he knew that being able to remember that kind of detail was good.

“Heads, I wait. Tails, I try her house, and if it’s crowded, I do the window,” he muttered to himself as he tossed his quarter up in the air. A sudden crackle of thunder caused him to jump, and he missed the quarter, losing it down the drain. Damn! Now what? Water began soaking through his hat, and he made up his mind. He would arrive about forty minutes earlier than expected, but at least he wouldn’t be late.

“And hey, if she was telling me the truth, she might be able to dry me off and warm me up,” he said to himself, unconsciously sliding his hand down his pants before he realized what he was doing. He picked up the pace. He would end up forty-five minutes early.

After a while, the rain lifted slightly, but the sky remained dark. Those days, it didn’t snow anymore, but it was still late winter. Twenty-five minutes later (he didn’t go as fast as he’d wanted to in the end) he arrived at her house. He didn’t want her mother to know he was there, but if she found him afterwards, she would wonder how he got in without her knowing. He decided to try the door.

“Takato!” Ruki called from her window. “You’re early. Are you that horny?”

“Thanks to you, dear,” he said. “Actually, it’s pouring rain, in case you didn’t notice. Are you alone?”

“Mom just left to stay the night with nana. Why?”

“Would you want to get caught doing what I think—hope—we’ll be doing?”

“My, aren’t you presumptuous? I don’t need to do anything, thank you very much. And you can just stay outside for being so rude.”

“Okay, now you’re teasing me. Come on! It’s not funny!” he whined. “It’s pouring out here!”

“Come on up,” she said, sliding up her window.

Takato walked around to the front, determined not to look too desperate. He found that the gates had been left open. He strode up to the front door, and paused. Should they really be doing this? He clamped down hard on his conscience, determined to not let it end his opening to make it official, and pushed the door open, expecting to see Ruki waiting there for him.

Nothing. “Ruki?” he called. He took of his shoes, peeled off his hat, and dropped them both to the floor. Deciding she must still be up in her room, he looked around for the stairs. He looked left, and found the living room; he looked right, and saw the kitchen. Choosing left, he went through the main room, and up the stairs. Once level, two levels. He stopped at the top.

“Ruki?” he called again. He heard movement to his left, and opened the door.

Instantly his smile faded, replaced by a look of shock. Ruki lay on her bed, her pants and panties around her ankles. She sighed in pure bliss as she slid her index finger in and out of her pussy, repeatedly, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Takato stood there, not knowing if he was meant to see this or not. But she knew he was coming up, right?

Did she want him to join? She had sounded kinky on the phone. Takato felt his erection grow to it’s maximum, as she kept fingering herself with her right hand, while her left hand—suddenly able to move and grasp things—held up her shirt over her breasts. Sure, Takato had seen Ruki naked before, but he hadn’t felt so aroused. It was probable the critical danger that had prevented him from being aroused then.

“Ruki…”

“Do… you… like… this?” she panted, as her body continued to sweat and shake in rhythm to her pulsing hands. “I think you should join me,” she said between thrusts. Takato quickly pulled off his shirt and moved over to the bed, placing a nervous hand near her lower lips. She pulled away, wincing, as she wanted release soon. Takato gulped, shouting for joy in his head that he was here, and touched it.

Takato felt Ruki stiffen beneath him, and looked her in the eyes. Finding that she had closed them, he pushed in a finger and felt his way around her pussy, till he came upon a bulb near the top. Not being stupid, he knew that that was the key. He brought in another finger and spread her lips apart, looking in deep. He let go and felt her lips close in over his hand, which he continued to push in and out in a strong, slow rhythm.

Ruki gasped as he rubbed, twisted, and pinched her clit to new levels of pleasure. All at once, she went from a deep sense of bliss to an extremely exhaustive sense of pleasure. “Almost… there… TAKATO!” she cried. Her back twisted, and she stopped pushing on her breasts as she past her breaking point and unloaded all over his hand. Takato felt a gush of newer, sweeter smelling liquids, and slowly stopped pushing into her. He pulled his hand out and tentatively licked some of the juices off of her hand.

It tasted awesome. “Yumm,” he moaned, sucking his hand clean. He now had a part of her in him.

Ruki sat up, smiling. “Do you want me to return the favor?”

“Why are you so horny all of a sudden? I mean—”

“Shh. Just… enjoy… the moment,” she cooed, leaning forward and unzipping his pants.

“But I—uhh… never mind…” he moaned as she placed his firm, bulging cock in her hands and began stroking along the sides and the top. Takato was guided down to a sitting position, as she knelt forward and kissed him, pressing her breasts up against his chest. He brought a hand up and touched her face; their mouths met and opened up to each other, allowing access to each other’s tongue.

Takato could feel his mind somewhat objecting—it was more like ‘what comes next?’ than an objection. But the voice was fragged as she pushed herself forward onto him, and he rolled back so that they were laying one on top of the other. Ruki continued to manipulate his cock with her hands as she pressed herself up on Takato's front. She moaned into his mouth, and broke the kiss.

She also stopped her hand. Takato whimpered as she straddled him around the crotch and pulled off her top. Makino sighed as her breasts hung down in front of her, even if she was a little nervous. But she couldn’t let Takato see that. She twisted her upper body, and pulled down the rest of Takato's pants and boxers, leaving him totally nude. He blushed.

With her pants and panties around one ankle, she lowered herself back onto his midsection and began to kiss him in the earnest. Takato moaned, as his cock demanded attention. Ruki started rubbing herself along Takato's stomach, leaving a trail of pussy juices on him. Still she rubbed, and it felt so great that Takato smiled to himself and relaxed. His dick would get attention. Ruki smiled, kissed him, and lifted herself up a little. Takato raised his hands to help her, holding on to her cheeks as she aimed.

With a nod, she lowered herself, slowly onto Takato, releasing him from any guilt of hurting her. His cock slid in without a problem, and Ruki ignored the fact. Takato was her first, and would always be, in her mind at least. She let him gasp at the feeling, and sat still for a moment. She rested her hands on Takato's chest and pushed herself up, and down again, using gravity to get her on him as far as she could.

Takato felt his mind reel. Such new sensations, ones he could only have imagined. Up and down. Takato's entire world became on slick cunt and his rod, as well as the noised she made. She moaned loudly as she neared her second orgasm. Takato smiled, and pushed his crotch off the bed as she lowered down.

Makino felt her orgasm approach and thrusted down as far as she could. Her wall broke, sending waves of pleasure crashing down along her spine, her crotch, and her mind. Her hair flashed forward with every drop, and she felt sticky and sweaty.

Takato watched her orgasm. Her throbbing cunt sent him over the edge for good and he came all over his crotch and her pussy, mixing their juices together. He cried her name loudly, and felt her collapse on him. Luckily she fell straight, or it might have hurt; such trivialities didn’t matter as Takato laid there, Ruki’s soft breasts pushed up against his chin.

“Oh… god… that was better than—”

“Shh… just rest,” she muttered, closing her eyes. He was glad she didn’t have much more stamina than he did. Soon her breathing became more regular, her heartbeat (which Takato felt through his own chest) slowed, and she was soon fast asleep. Takato smiled, curled a finger in her sweaty, sweet-smelling hair, and closed his eyes.

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Well, that’s the end. Ruki and Takato are now true lovers, and Juri might go and pursue a relationship of his own. Who knows? This might have a sequel in store for you all. I thank you for diligently reading along and reviewing.

© 2002 LORD TARSISK (Not the characters, or anything else Toei owns, just everything else! Don’t steal my ideas, or the insects will get you!)