Destiny Awaits

A Mai HiME Destiny Fan Fiction

Note: So it’s been rather a long time since I updated, but I have very good reasons (read: excuses) for that. Actually, I do. But at least I’m writing again.

Timeline: Begins a few months before the start of the Destiny Novels.

Dedication: For my Li’l Tiger.

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"Fujino," Natsuki greeted bluntly as the door swung open. Her eyes immediately rested upon the slender image of Shizuru in a long, white silk robe, her hair damp and clinging to her neck as she looked back in surprise at her. Natsuki swallowed hard at the sight, all the thoughts that had been swirling in her mind instantly fleeing, and she found herself speechless.

"Natsuki," the other woman said in such a soft tone that Natsuki almost missed her name being spoken at all. She’d never heard Shizuru speak like that before and she wondered if she'd interrupted something. The thought gripped at her chest and made her feel uncomfortable. "Please, come in."

Shizuru stepped aside and held the door open for her guest, allowing the younger girl to move inside before she closed it quietly. Natsuki glanced around the room and was relieved to find the Kaichou was alone. She looked back at Shizuru, who now had her back against the door and was regarding her with an amused expression. "What?" she questioned, her tone curt.

She was met only with a secretive smile, which irked her a little, as it always did. Shizuru was good at keeping information from others and making them intensely curious about it, even if it was a minor thing. They stood staring at one another for a while, and Natsuki became increasingly uncomfortable under that unwavering crimson gaze. After a few more moments, Shizuru spoke. "I've been expecting you."

Natsuki's brow furrowed at the other girl's words. How could she possibly have been expecting her? Was she that predictable? She found the latter question to be far more worrying than the former. Then again, perhaps Shizuru had expected her to come looking for information. She was, after all, well informed when it came to events around the academy and she was almost certain to have heard of what had happened between her and Shiho. Her mind drifted back to what she had said the previous day, and she felt a blush creep up at Shizuru's referral to how Natsuki could get after a fight. She had never really thought about it before that day but there did appear to be a pattern. Whenever she had been involved in an altercation, she had always found her way here afterwards. Was that why she was here now?

"Suzushiro-san was kind enough to report the details to me," Shizuru interrupted Natsuki’s thoughts, bringing her attention back to the Kaichou. "I am glad to see you weren't harmed today."

Natsuki eyed her for a moment, trying to see the truth in her words, but she could never tell fact from fiction when it came to this woman. "So I guess you know I had a fight with Munakata, eh?" she found herself asking.

Wet locks of hair flicked around Shizuru's face as she nodded. "Do I have to tell you it is against academy rules to fight on the grounds?" Shizuru asked as she took a step forwards, her eyes never once leaving Natsuki's.

Natsuki let out a quick snort and waved a hand dismissively. "She started it. Besides, I didn't come here for a lecture," she stated, irritation creeping into her voice.

"Oh?" Shizuru moved forward once more and stopped right in front of the other girl, so close that Natsuki could feel her body heat. "Then why did you come?" her voice dropped as she spoke and Natsuki couldn't stop the shiver that ran down her spine.

She opened her mouth to reply but couldn't find the words; her mind had completely dumped all coherent thought and she was left floundering. From Shizuru's suggestive tone, it was obvious she knew why Natsuki had come, even if the younger girl hadn't realised it herself. That was another thing that irked her: that the Kaichou seemed to know her better than she did herself. "What do you mean?" she managed to stutter out once she had regained a little composure.

Shizuru tilted her head to one side slightly, an eyebrow quirking upwards at the same time. “You haven’t come here for no reason, Natsuki. If it’s not to talk about the earlier incident, then what?” she questioned, even though her eyes told the younger girl that she already knew the answer.

Natsuki took in a few measured breaths, trying to ignore the sensations swirling within her body. Shizuru was intoxicatingly close and she knew she’d have to get away from her if she had any hope of formulating a half-decent answer. Yet, she didn’t move. “Um…”

Shizuru leaned in even closer, causing Natsuki’s skin to tingle and her breathing to hitch. “It couldn’t be that Natsuki actually enjoys my company, could it?” she almost purred and there was a slight teasing edge to her tone now.

Natsuki’s brow knitted as she tried to pull together a few thoughts to aid her. “Of course not,” she muttered irritably.

The sensation of Shizuru’s fingertips fluttering lightly against her shoulder through the fabric of her clothes caused a shiver to pass through her. The fingers continued their journey down her arm torturously slowly, and Natsuki could feel the heat rising up from her stomach to her chest. She glanced at the hand and then back at Shizuru’s face, acutely aware of how red her cheeks must be by now, but that was soon forgotten when she saw the burning desire in those crimson eyes. Her mind blanked and all that was left was the knotted sensation in her gut and the fire burning just beneath her skin.

Without a single thought, Natsuki reached out with both hands, grabbing Shizuru by the shoulders and twisting her around, giving her an abrupt shove towards the bed. In the time it took the Kaichou to land with her back against the bed, Natsuki was upon her, impatient lips finding the taller woman’s quickly. Natsuki barely registered the uncharacteristic look of surprise on Shizuru’s face but a small part of her took satisfaction in that.

A low moan reached Natsuki’s ears as her lips moved fervently against Shizuru’s and she grabbed haphazardly at her robe. She was now straddling the other woman’s hips and she could feel a hand slide over her shoulder before slipping into her hair. Her senses honed in on the heat of the body between her thighs and the need to feel more of it against her rose up within her quickly. She shifted slightly as she brushed her tongue across full lips, pushing her hips in between Shizuru’s legs, causing the other woman to groan into her mouth.

The tugging on her hair only caused her to deepen the kiss before she dipped her tongue between Shizuru’s lips, her hands roaming over the fabric of the robe. She quickly pulled it open and pressed her palms against the bared flesh of Shizuru’s chest, causing the other woman to arch up against slender fingers. The pounding in her ears increased in pace along with her breathing as she brushed her fingertips across the curve of Shizuru’s breast, the need to be touching her building further.

She felt fingers slip under the collar of her jacket and slide it over her shoulders, so she helped shrug it off, hastily discarding it to the side before those fingers dropped to the hem of her shirt. She ignored that for the time being, refusing to stop what she was doing in order to aid Shizuru in her endeavour. Natsuki slid her tongue over Shizuru’s, their tongues meeting in a heated dance as she pushed her hips against the other woman’s, causing her to buck up against them. Her shirt was roughly pushed upwards and cool fingers found the skin of her back, sliding across it slowly.

Natsuki broke the kiss and ducked down to press her lips to Shizuru’s neck; the scent of that inviting skin causing her mind to cloud further as she lost herself to the rocking of their bodies. The grip on her hair tightened and fingernails grazed across her scalp and back, urging her to push her hips against Shizuru with more force. The other woman’s breaths were ragged now, mingled with short moans. She brushed her tongue across the curve of Shizuru’s neck, tasting the skin there. Her nerves prickled, the sliding of skin against skin causing them to become more sensitive to Shizuru’s touches.

Seemingly sensing this, Shizuru slipped her hand around to brush her fingertips across Natsuki’s stomach, causing her rocking to falter for a moment. Her muscles tensed beneath Shizuru’s fingers and she slid her own hand over the peak of the other woman’s breast, cupping it lightly. Shizuru arched up against her further and she couldn’t help but smirk against her neck at the knowledge of how she could affect the normally calm Kaichou.

She ceased her rocking and pulled back, panting a little as she looked down at Shizuru with heavily lidded eyes. Shizuru peered back up at her, biting down lightly on her bottom lip, and Natsuki’s breath caught in her throat at how she looked in that moment. She was both so beautiful and so vulnerable. Those crimson eyes dropped to her shirt, joining her hands at the hem of it, and Natsuki finally complied with the unspoken wish, allowing Shizuru to remove the garment. It landed in a crumpled heap beside the bed, but she didn’t much care about that. She allowed her gaze to sweep downwards over Shizuru’s body, shifting her own slightly to straddle one of her legs instead.

She placed her palm flatly against Shizuru’s sternum, letting the heat of the woman’s skin warm her hand further before slowly sliding it downwards. She could feel Shizuru’s eyes upon her but she didn’t tear her own gaze away from the descent of her hand. Brushing her fingers lightly across the skin of the other woman’s stomach, she smirked as muscles tensed beneath them and a hand found her thigh, gripping it slightly. She paused her movements, fingertips hovering just above dark curls and she picked up on Shizuru’s breath catching in her throat.

“Natsuki…” came Shizuru’s whispered plea.

Natsuki glanced up at flushed features and darkened crimson eyes. There was such a need burning within them that it caused all thought to leave her and she found herself staring dumbly for several long moments. She could feel a blush rise to her cheeks as that intense look seared into her and it was if she was laid bare to Shizuru. As if the Kaichou could see everything that she was in that instance. She felt a fear churning in her stomach and the urge to flee but she paid no heed to it; she couldn’t. The need for this woman was too much; she had to satiate it.

Natsuki let out a sharp gasp as she felt Shizuru’s thigh press against her, causing a shock of desire to pulse in the pit of her stomach. Any sense of hesitation disappeared instantly and her body took over. She slid her hand over dampened curls, pressing her fingertips against Shizuru and eliciting a low moan from her. Slipping a finger between her lips, Natsuki’s breathing quickened as she felt the wetness there, proof of the other woman’s need for her. And she wasn’t about to withhold anything now. She needed to be pushing Shizuru over the edge just as much as she wanted the Kaichou to be doing the same to her.

She rocked slowly against Shizuru’s thigh as she leant on one arm, hovering over the other woman and watching the slightest changes in her expression. Natsuki ran the tip of her middle finger along Shizuru’s lips before flicking it once across the small bundle of nerves nestled between them. She watched as Shizuru’s brow furrowed and she turned her head to the side, her hips bucking upwards abruptly. The movement caused the other woman to press her thigh more firmly against Natsuki and she found it hard to focus on what she was doing; the sensations coursing through her making her lose herself to the rocking of their bodies.

She shook her head slightly in an attempt to gain some control back, at least long enough to finish what she had started. She slipped her middle finger downward, pausing for only a moment before thrusting it into Shizuru. She watched as full lips parted to let a short gasp slip past them. Muscles tightened briefly around her finger, causing her stomach to lurch in response and her pulse to quicken, urging her to pull out and slip back in with more force. The pace of their rocking increased and the heat of their bodies rose with each thrust of her hand.

She could feel the need building within Shizuru. She could see it from the way the bucking of her hips became more erratic and how her fingers clutched at the bed sheets. Natsuki bit down on her bottom lip as she watched the flush spread from Shizuru’s cheeks down her neck and across her chest. She could feel her own wetness on the other woman’s thigh now and she knew it wouldn’t take much more to completely lose control. It was tempting to pull away so she could focus on the Kaichou but she wanted that release too. She needed it.

Natsuki shifted and lowered herself onto her elbow, leaning down so she could press her lips to Shizuru’s neck, feeling her pulse quickening just beneath the skin. She slipped a second finger into the older woman, curling her fingers slightly to brush the tips of them against her front wall; moans intermingled with ragged breaths reaching her ears. Her own hips were losing their rhythm now and she had a difficult time keeping an even pace with her hand. Focusing as much as possible, she pushed into Shizuru with added speed and force, bringing her ever closer to that precipice, wanting to tip her over and fall with her.

Shizuru whimpered quietly and Natsuki could tell she was biting down on her bottom lip, perhaps to stop herself from calling out. She wanted to make her do that, to take all of Shizuru’s control from her and have her completely at her mercy. A part of her felt triumphant at being the only person to break that stony façade but none of that mattered at that moment. All she cared for was the release.

She grazed her teeth across Shizuru’s neck, causing another whimper to rise from the other woman’s throat. Natsuki barely heard it though, the sensations building in the pit of her stomach drowning out her other senses. Her movements became fevered, desperate. She caressed her fingertips against Shizuru’s front wall repeatedly, feeling the muscles squeeze her fingers as the other woman took in a sharp breath and tensed. She felt Shizuru arch up against her, her thigh pressing against her abruptly in the process, pushing her the little distance she needed to go in order to gain her much-needed release.

Natsuki squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on the curve of Shizuru’s neck as shudders passed through her body, waves of pleasure setting her nerves alight. She was vaguely aware of nails pressed against her back but she felt no pain from Shizuru’s tight hold on her. She let out a shuddered moan as her body relaxed and she slumped against the woman beneath her, listening to the sound of Shizuru’s breaths coming in short, quick spurts.

They lay there silently for a while, neither of them moving. Natsuki’s mind slowly became clearer, but she forced the inevitable flood of thoughts back for the time being, fearing the questions they would bring. She carefully slipped her fingers out of Shizuru, hearing her gasp softly as she did so. Natsuki lifted herself somewhat awkwardly so she could see the Kaichou’s face, intently gazing at her features for signs of her thoughts.

Shizuru’s brow was still slightly furrowed and she didn’t look directly at Natsuki, which the younger girl thought strange. Shizuru didn’t usually lack for confidence but something seemed to be troubling her now. Natsuki glanced down at her hand, seeing Shizuru’s wetness coating her fingers. She had the urge to slip them into her mouth but resisted it, not wanting to give Shizuru the satisfaction. That thought alone disturbed her on several levels. She looked back up at the other woman’s flushed features.

She had the distinct feeling Shizuru wouldn’t find that kind of satisfaction from her doing such a thing. It wouldn’t be a sort of victory to her. Natsuki wasn’t sure why the realisation hit her now but it also made her wonder why she didn’t want to allow Shizuru those little moments of triumph either. If she was here with her now, she must feel something for her. So perhaps they weren’t enemies. Dammit, why haven’t I ever thought about this before? What the hell do I feel anyway? Denial was such an ugly thing and she wished she was still deeply embroiled in its safety at that moment.

Feeling a questioning gaze upon her, she shook the thoughts from her mind and looked into those crimson eyes. There was something different about them now, as if she could see something that was hidden before, but she wasn’t sure what. Natsuki clenched her jaw, feeling vulnerable now, as though Shizuru could read her thoughts. A hand on her forearm made her flinch slightly and she glanced down to see Shizuru lightly grasping it.

“Natsuki…” Shizuru whispered her name for the third time that day but the tone was different this time. There was something to it that she’d never heard in that voice before. Something that both worried and intrigued Natsuki.

“W-what?” she asked with uncertainty.

Shizuru didn’t respond, she just lay there looking up at her and Natsuki saw, for the first time, fear in those eyes. Why would she be..? Her thoughts trailed off when Shizuru closed her eyes and lifted herself to a sitting position before looking at her once more, all hints of the previous emotions within them gone. Natsuki wondered if she’d merely imagined it. As the other woman picked up her robe and wrapped it around herself once more, Natsuki shifted backwards and away from Shizuru, feeling somewhat exposed now.

She glanced around and leaned over the side of the bed, picking up her shirt and slipping it over her head. It did nothing to relieve the chill that brushed across her skin now though. Settling into a kneeling position on the bed, she rested her hands on her thighs to stop from fidgeting with anything else and giving away how uncomfortable she felt. Though, she was sure Shizuru would be able to pick up on that anyway.

“I… uh…” she mumbled, unsure of what to say now. Anything she could think of just seemed incredibly awkward. It was always like this after their trysts.

Shizuru slipped off the bed and stood with her back to Natsuki. “It’s alright, Natsuki, I know small talk isn’t your forte.”

“I wasn’t trying to—“ she stopped herself from saying anything more, knowing Shizuru would only turn it around on her. Besides, she knew she was right. She lifted herself off the bed as well, peering at Shizuru out of the corner of her eye to see if she would turn, which she didn’t.

“I suppose you’ll be going now?” came Shizuru’s calm voice. It was more of a statement than a question.

Natsuki felt a pang of guilt pull at her heart but also a sense of relief. Shizuru was giving her an easy way out, but she wasn’t entirely sure why. Perhaps she felt just as uncomfortable as Natsuki did. She decided not to ponder on it too much though and, instead, picked up her jacket but didn’t bother putting it on. She walked around the bed and stood a few feet away from Shizuru, staring at her back for a few moments.

“Well..?” Shizuru’s quiet voice broke the silence.

“I… guess so,” she muttered, the pang of guilt growing. What the heck do I have to feel guilty about anyway? She thought to herself irritably.

“Natsuki can show herself out,” the tone was growing increasingly cold and the younger girl’s need to leave rose with it.

Natsuki turned and walked quietly towards the door, pausing in front of it. After a few moments’ internal deliberation, she glanced over her shoulder at the other woman. “Shizuru, I…”

“It’s okay, Natsuki. You don’t have to say anything. I know what this is, and what we are after it.”

Natsuki’s brow furrowed at the Kaichou’s words. How could Shizuru be sure, when she wasn’t even sure herself? “What we are..?” she asked, uncertainty lacing her words.

Shizuru turned towards her slightly, but only enough so Natsuki could see half her face, shadows from the dimly lit room obscuring her view of what she could actually see of her features. “We are rivals, are we not? Enemies.”

Natsuki pressed her lips together as she thought, questions plaguing her mind. After a while she glanced back at Shizuru quickly before lifting a hand and grasping the door handle. “Enemies… right…”

There was silence from the room behind her as she opened the door and stepped out, the cool air hitting her skin and causing a shiver to pass through her. Her heart felt heavy as she closed the door behind her but she ignored it, as she always did. She let out a small sigh before clearing her mind and leaving Shizuru’s room behind her, heading for her own. She just hoped she wouldn’t meet anyone along the way, as she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d react to being spoken to.

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Author’s Note: This is one of my stories, what did you expect? Of course there’s going to be smut! :P Well done to those that picked up on this before it actually happened. And there I thought I was being subtle. . Heh, but anyway… it was a long time coming but I got the third chapter out finally. I haven’t been able to write much at all lately and I hope that will change. I do have lots of things going on now, and my priorities are different to how they used to be. But my writing is still important to me so I shall endeavour to write as much as possible. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Thanks to Leebot for betaing. :)