My first ever finished fanfic^^

Jani_chan · My first ever finished fanfic^^

He felt his body burn as though his skin was on fire.

“I want him,” the words echoed in his mind; where they came from, he had no idea. He could feel a hand traveling up his inner thigh, though when he looked, there was nobody else in the room. Had his captors given him an aphrodisiac? Or was it some sort of spell? He had no clue.

Rain lashed at the windows and poured in, the wind causing the curtains to wrap around each other like fervent lovers. Despite the wind’s chill, he was sweating. Sweating from the heat of his own arousal. Who was touching him? He had no idea, but he was halfway between loving and hating it.

*~*~*~*~*

At the Judgment Bureau, there wasn’t a single shinigami who wasn’t working. One of their own had disappeared and there were no clues what so ever as to where he might be. There had been a letter, but that was all they had to go on. Nobody had seen anything or left anything other than that. The last person to have seen him was a fellow shinigami, the same one who was supposed to be meeting him the night he disappeared. Chief Konoe sat at his desk, looking over papers and folders of people who might have had a chance to take a shinigami hostage, or who might be powerful enough to do so. So far, none of them seemed probable. Of course, every mind had stopped on Muraki, but after much searching, it was found that there was no way Muraki could be the culprit. But if it wasn’t Muraki, then who was it? Konoe ground his fist into his head, trying to think harder and only getting a headache.

*~*~*~*~*

The bed he was on was soft and warm, perhaps the most comfortable bed he’d ever been on. And yet he still couldn’t think of it as a place he’d like to be. His body was still slick with sweat and his captors had left him a while ago. He’d been stoked like a flame, reaching a heat that even he couldn’t stand, then he’d been left to take care of it on his own. He’d never finished what they’d started. He wasn’t going to give them a show. But trying to think logically with his body this stiff and hot was a difficult task. He clutched the sheets and took a few deep breaths to try and focus his mind. It didn’t work very well, but he forced himself to look around the room once again. Was there a good way out? The window was wide open and he could probably get out that way. How high up were they? He made his way to the window and saw that he was very high up over a cliff. He tried to lift himself to fly, but found himself unable to. The mere attempt filled his body with pain and his head became fuzzy. Someone was behind him now, leaning him against their body with the light touch of their hand. He felt himself give in to the touch without a single ounce of fight in him. His mind screamed for him to do something, to at least get a good look at the person behind him, but his body wasn’t responding to his commands.

“That’s good,” said the voice behind him. Was it familiar? Or was he just imagining it? “Rest…and we’ll finish later what we began earlier.” His body gave and fell against the warmth behind him, his eyes closing as though hey were weighed down by something. A small sigh escaped him as all consciousness was lost to sweet nothing.

*~*~*~*~*

Konoe’s head came up from looking at his paper as a cry reached him.

“We’ve found him!” one of the shinigami called as he entered the room, “the message was decoded.”

“Do we know who took him?” Konoe asked, standing from his desk quickly. The response was a shake of the head.

“No, and we don’t know if he’s still alive, either.” Konoe’s gut knotted and he gritted his teeth.

“What are you waiting for!? Let’s get moving!”

*~*~*~*~*

Awakening to the touch of silken skin on his leg, the sleeping shinigami awoke drowsily. He moved his mouth to ask who was touching him, but the only thing that left him was a sleepy moan. There was a chuckle.

“Awaken my dear,” said the voice, “for we have much to do before your fellows come after you.” He swallowed.

“What--” he winced at how raspy his voice was, “what are you going to do?” He couldn’t open his eyes. He ran a hand over them, finding his limbs heavy. The other voice chuckled and he felt a hiss in his ear.

“I think you know what I have planned for you.” A hand trailed down his chest and made its way down to his pants. He jolted away from the touch.

“Get away from me,” he ordered, forcing himself to his feet and holding himself up on the bedpost. His eyes wouldn’t focus. All he could see was a blur before his eyes. The form of another person was on the other side of the bed. They were obviously staring at him, but he still couldn’t clearly see the face. He stepped back again and found his back against the windowsill. The person made their way closer to him and was about to touch him again when his body made a split second decision that his mind never had time to solidify within itself. The next thing he knew, he was falling. Air rushed past him as he went down, landing in cold and wet, his lungs being pressed empty by the frigidness of everything around him. Once again, he felt himself slipping into a comatose state. Maybe this time he wouldn’t wake up? Did he care?

*~*~*~*~*

Warmth……

Where had all of the cold gone? Why was he awakening again? Wasn’t he supposed to be dead and gone? He didn’t try to force his eyes open. He knew where he was. The smell of the room was too familiar for him to not know where he was. He was back at the bureau…in the room where he’d often found himself before. That was the smell of the infirmary at the bureau. He felt himself relax at the recognition. The room was silent. He was the only one there. But he could hear people in the hallway coming closer. The door opened and all of the chatting that had gone on in the hallway became a dull static as it entered the room.

“Is he going to be okay?”

“Did we get the person who took him in the first place?”

“He was in the water for how long?”

“He’s fine.”

“We got them, but they didn’t give in easily. We were forced into extreme measures.”

“A few hours. He’s got severe hypothermia, but thanks to the fact that the drugs they gave him wearing off, his healing powers are taking care of that.”

“Extreme measures?”

“What drugs?”

“We couldn’t let them kidnap another shinigami, what do you expect?”

“Some aphrodisiac that messed with his powers and cause disturbance in his mind so he couldn’t think properly.”

“How extreme?”

“Let’s just say that they won’t be kidnapping shinigami again in this lifetime.”

Listening to all of this, he found his eyes opening. Everyone was gathered around Chief Konoe, questioning him with interest. He never uttered a word, allowing them to do so without disturbance. He found himself content s he met the eyes of one of them. His long time lover stared at him with a look of relieved joy, but never said a word. His eyes said clearly what he was thinking. With a slight smile, he drifted off into sleep again, his heart happy that this mission was over and done with. Let’s just hope I don’t get another one like that again.

Rhea-sama

Very interesting, I love how everything is soooo ambiguous and rather like a fever dream--which is very appropriate given what's happened x3

Paurie

I think that's the best work you've done, Jani. :3 Wow. It was really good! ^^d But... Dammit, I want to know who it wassssssssssss!!!

Yami no Kaze

ME TOO!!! XD Hisoka/Konoe? who could be with Konoe other than Hisoka or Tatsumi? or was it Tsuzuki? XDDD yeah yeah i'll shut up now.

Jani_chan · XD yays^^

Authors notes (requested by Rhea-sama and Yami no Kaze*:

I've never finished a fanfic before, so I was surprised when I got such good feedback. (Thanks guys^^). But there were many questions as well, such as...."who the heck are the characters?" People were seemingly going crazy about that one. And Konoe's lover? *shivers* Yuckie XP

Okay. As to the first question, I can't give a true and honest answer. I wasn't thinking of any of the characters, and thus the nameless form that go around getting raped^^;; I started off thinking "I'll just write this for now and give them names later." But as I went on, the story continued to play on and on without specifying. I decided to keep it that way thinking that the readers would enjoy being able to place whichever character they likes in whatever position they liked. The only character I named was chief Konoe because he's never been a very important character in any of my fics I've started before and I needed someone with a name to continue the story. So, Konoe it was, pressing the story on as the only character with a name.

So, who was with Konoe? Nobody. The character on the bed was looking at somebody behind Konoe. I don't think I'm very interested in the character and he's only there when I can't really think of anyone else to put into the story. So, does that answer all of your questions?

Otome no Shichiyou · ^^

Jani-chan, that was wonderful!! Your writing is getting better and better all the time. Very Happy

I hope you write more..you know how I feel about unfinished work. lol Love Otome

measuring time

I must say, this was quite the interesting piece. I have failed to see another quite like it. It reminds me of almost of "second person" perspective, like you would see in "self-adventure" books. I shall confess and say I honestly dislike "second person," but this is not pure "second person," and even if it was, you would have pulled it off well. That's an accomplishment, as I am very critical of writing to begin with. (Especially my own!)

I have to say however, I viewed this rather differently than how you described. In my mind I envisioned the one that kidnapped him to be a succubus or Lilin (the engendered children of Adam and Lilith, for those who are unaware of such terminology). I happen to adore tales dealing with Lilith and her children, so I was most enthralled to see such characteristics.

Again, very interesting. Very Happy

Jani_chan

Wow^^;;

I'm surprised at the way you view this. In all actuality, I had no "bad guy" in mind. I just picture one of the shinigami there and a shadow I guess^^;;

But I'm glad you like it. I worte it that way so people could use their own imaginations to put in an actual story line and characters^^

Go Adrian^^ XD

My first ever finished fanfic^^

XD yays^^

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