To Catch a
Tiger . . . ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Morning came and Miraku yawned and stretched, stopping when he felt a warm body on top of his. Utter confusion crossed his face before he remembered what had happened the night before. Smiling proudly he gently stroked the mane of long red-blond hair that covered them both like a cloak. 'Guess we didn't really need the blanket,' he thought, gazing down at his mate's sleeping form. He liked thinking of Jianu as his mate, it felt more . . . appropriate. A contented smile still graced her lovely face as she slept, her head resting on his chest and her arms still wound around his torso. A soft sleepy moan escaped her lips as she began to wake up. Jianu felt good, real good. She just didn't know why. As her mind made its way through it's sleepy morning haze, she became aware of certain things in a particular order. First she felt fantastic, 'Sated actually,' she amended. Second was that it was morning, but wasn't it a little bright for her room? The rest came in rapid succession, 'Waiiittaminute . . . am I naked??! . . . and why is my pillow breathing?!!!' Her eyes flew open and Jianu propped herself on her elbows while her head whipped up to meet Miraku's adoring gaze. "Ohayo," he greeted her before kissing the tip of her nose. She blinked a couple of times as the memory of the previous night returned. Miraku pulled her back down, returning her to the position she'd awakened in. He felt her skin warming against his as a fierce blush spread across her face. 'Wow, I knew she was modest, but this . . . Jianu-chan's actually shy!' Grinning he nuzzled his face in her hair, "Kami Jianu-chan, you're even more beautiful in daylight than in starlight." She raised her head to look at him, her cheeks still a soft pink, "Hontou ni?" "Sou ka," he reassured her before kissing her again this time on the lips. When he pulled away she stared at him with a look of wonder on her face before snuggling back on his chest. His even, slow breathing had a soothing effect on her. He began running his fingers through her hair, it felt nice but Jianu knew they couldn't stay this way forever. "Miraku-kun?" she ventured in a soft voice. "Hmmm?" "Ano . . . . . Not that I'm not enjoying myself but . . . how long should we stay like this?" "Well . . ." Miraku stretched then gathered Jianu up into his arms as he stood. "I think it's about time we got cleaned up, ne?" She wiggled slightly and nodded her head. Now Miraku was starting to worry, Jianu was behaving far too submissive. Matter of fact, anything even remotely submissive was completely out of character for her. 'She should be squirming wildly and hollering at me about "being able to walk on her own" not nodding and keeping quiet. What's wrong with her?' Walking to the edge of the island he grinned mischieviously, "In ya go!" he cried, tossing Jianu out over the water. Jianu was so surprised she forgot to fly and splashed down. "OHYAH!!!! Kouru yo na!!!(it's freezing) Miraku!!" Glaring angrily at her mate, Jianu wrapped her arms around her torso to conserve heat. Laughing loudly Miraku jumped into the water, drenching her. He shook the water from his hair and looked over at her. She "hmphed" angrily and turned her back to him. 'Not exactly what I wanted, but . . ma iika, it better than the submissiveness.' Miraku quickly rubbed himself clean, letting the cold, clear water rinse away the sweat and dirt from his body. Jianu did the same, but a nasty little fear began creeping into her thoughts. She knew it was ridiculous, but it had deep roots and she had been unable to eliminate it. And now it was growing with every passing second. Miraku looked over at her again, she was shivering and it wasn't from the cold. The fear was radiating off her in waves, despite her efforts to hide it. 'This has to stop.' Taking her into his arms he pulled her back against him, resting his chin on her shoulder. "What are you afraid of?" Jianu started, but said nothing. Miraku turned her about to face him, "Onegai, Jianu-chan. Let me see what's scaring you," he pleaded. She only let down her guard for a second, but that was all he needed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Walking the hallways of the human mind can be tricky for most people. Particularly if it's someone else's mind. But Miraku was an experienced telepath. Jianu's mind was much as he remembered it, at first glance, twisted and disorganized, but when one truly looked at it, her mind was well-ordered and efficient, if you knew how to navigate the many twists and turns it took. He unconsciously treaded softer as he passed the currently closed door that stood between Jianu and Vegeta's minds. Once he was safely beyond it, he started wondering, 'Where is she hiding?' A few more minutes of searching and he found her. Wearing her usual "kamesennin" style fighting gi, she was sitting down in front of a door, her head resting on her knees. "Aaa. So this is where you've been hiding, ne?" She nodded meekly but still said nothing. He tilted his head towards the door, "This the source of your trouble?" Another nod. "Can I see what's in there?" This time there was a long pause before she gave another meek nod. He walked up to her and lifted Jianu to her feet. "Trust me," he told her, kissing her lips. She smiled weakly and nodded again. Now he could turn his full attention to the door. It was a somewhat old door, but he growth was mostly new. Whatever her fear was, it had been instilled at some point in her childhood. Taking a deep breath he stepped inside. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few minutes later, he came back out. Jianu's face was carefully blank. Looking deep into her eyes, Miraku put his hands on her shoulders, "Aishiteru Jianu-chan. I will never leave you. You are a beautiful, strong, loyal, loving woman who deserves someone better than me. That an angel like you would want me is amazing, and I will stay with you as long as you want me. For I will always love you." Tears rolled down Jianu's face and she clutched Miraku tightly, sobbing happily onto his chest. Miraku held her as she cried. Her friend's father, who had dared to call an eight year-old Jianu a monster, had caused this. His hatred and fear of her had created this, leading to a fear that anyone who got this close would be horrified and would want to leave. Everything else in her life told her just the opposite, but she had been unable to beat this on her own. She had needed the help of the one who loved her and he had just given it to her. Behind them the door shrunk into nothingness, it had no power now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When he had returned to himself, Miraku found that their physical bodies had mirrored their psychic ones. He'd had no idea Jianu had felt that way about herself. She always seemed so confident and proud. The past didn't matter now though. Now she was free of her fear, and he would always be there for her. As her sniffles subsided, he carried her out of the water and back to their campsite. "I c'n walk ya know." "She speaks!" he teased while she pouted up at him. "But she's not walking yet," he continued, powering up to dry them both off. Jianu stuck her tongue out, "Beh! I hope you packed some extra clothes, `cause I'm still cold," she grumbled, curling against him for warmth. "I did. But I have a better idea for warming you up," he said, placing her on the blanket. She arched an eyebrow and stared at him suspiciously, "Oh? Like what?" "This," his mouth covered hers, opening it to bring her tongue out to play with his. Miraku them slowly ran his hands up her sides before trailing them over her stomach. He lightly traced the curves of her muscles before continuing up to her breasts. Jianu moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around him as he caressed her. They broke for air and Miraku turned Jianu over, setting her on her hands and knees. She twisted around to face him, confusion in her eyes, "Miraku-kun?" He kissed her again, "Trust me." She nodded nervously, "Okay." Leaning over her back, Miraku began giving the back of her neck the same treatment he'd given the rest of her the night before. Jianu moaned again, her long, long tresses spilling to either side of her neck. He continued down her back, his hands once more caressing her sides. Stopping just above her rear, Miraku slid his hands back down before leaning over her back again. His hands gripped her hips and Jianu stiffened, she had no idea how this was going to feel. "Relax koishi, I won't hurt you." If this had been any other situation, they both would have laughed at the irony of his words. But this wasn't. Slowly the tension eased out of Jianu's back. A gasp escaped her lips as he entered her from behind. Sliding his arms around her, Miraku began massaging her breasts while slowly thrusting into her. Jianu's hips began moving to meet his and Miraku increased his pace. The young lovers moved fiercely against each other, their ki's rising rapidly. Their release came simultaneously, leaving them both shaking. Miraku collapsed onto Jianu's back, unable to hold himself up any longer. Breathing heavily, Jianu lowered them both down. With an exceptional effort, she managed to roll over, resting Miraku's head on her chest. "You're trying to kill me aren't you?" she asked jokingly. "Can you think of a better way to go?" "Smart ass."
April 2, 2001 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Disclaimer: Here we go. I do not own any of the characters from Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT. They are all the property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation, and Funimation Inc. However, all the other characters in my stories are mine. I'm not making any money off of this, its just for fun. |