Games of Power

Author: Lhunuial
Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Main Characters: Akira, Tokito
Minor characters: /
Pairing: AkiraxTokito
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 for language
Fic: Multichaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine, not ever, don’t sue me, you know the deal.

Warning: Spoilers for chapters 280, 281, 282 and chapters 251 to 259

Games of Power

Chapter 5
Bickering and scheming

The next morning it was Tokito who woke up first, or at least she thought she did. Her eyes opened slowly. It took a few moments for her to awaken and as she stirred an almost inaudible mumble could be heard above her. She discovered she sat on the ground and the warmth she felt around her was Akira’s arm, her head resting upon his barenaked chest along with one of her hands. A blush appeared on her cheeks when she realised that she was only covered by Akira’s kimono and that they fell asleep sitting on the floor. Carefully she freed herself from his gentle embrace and gathered her clothes to put them on.

For a moment she looked at the young samurai while he’s sleeping. He looked so young and completely at peace. He slept the same way she had seen Kyo sleep, except that he didn’t have his swords in his arms. It wasn’t surprising since he had spent most of his life at Kyo’s side. Instead of holding his swords last night though he had held her. And that knowledge alone made her feel completely warm.

She didn’t know how long she sat there watching him, but it must have been long. He didn’t even show a sign of waking up. That was slowly but steadily starting to annoy her. At first she tried to shake him a little. That effort proved to be in vain. She had to try something else. A wicked grin appeared on her face. She brought her face close to his and whispered into his ear, calling out his name softly.

“Akira...”

No response.

“Akira...”

He mumbled a bit, but still no waking up. Tokito’s eyes sparkled and the next moment her screams could be heard through her rooms.

“WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!”

Akira growled and woke up. He had no choice. Who would have been able to sleep with a hellwench screaming into his ear like that? He grabbed her wrist and forced her to face him straight. “That wasn’t very nice, Tokito-san. Do you want me deaf as well as blind?”

She snickered. “Then it would be complete, ne?”

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I’m awake. What did you wake me for besides listening to your foul mouth?”

She rose to her feet, crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked down at the young man in front of him. Her eyes narrowed.

“Why in the fucking hell did we sleep on the floor instead of on the futon?”

Akira answered while he was getting dressed. He turned his scarred back to her. “If I remember correctly we were both too tired. In fact I remember offering to go sleep on the futon, but one very persistent Mibu girl pulled me back onto the floor.”

“I sure as hell did not.”

He waved his hands at her and starting walking towards the door. It was still early and they were fighting again already. Ofcourse, there was no other way for Tokito to converse than arguing. With Tokito there was no way of involving some mornin sweetness. “If you are done cussing me out then I can go.”

She tapped with her fingers onto her arms. “Where are you going?”

A smirk appeared on his features. “Order my servant to bring some breakfast.”

Her eyes started to burn with small flames and dark clouds gathered above her head when she heard the word ‘servant’. “So you can go flirt with her again? How dare you?! She’s just a servant!!”

He turned slowly towards the former Taishirou, smirking even more. “Oh, so you’d rather me flirting with someone else, like Yuya-san perhaps?”

If flirting with Suzaku already made Tokito angry, then flirting with Yuya was even more infuriating. Her face started to become very red and steam was coming out of her ears. “No! You have to flirt with me, dammit!”

As he heard those words Akira scratched his chin thoughtfully. His smirk was very wicked. “Oh, but you never said ‘that’.”

The girl breathed harshly, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her fingers still tapped onto her arms. “I don’t need to say that.”
He started to walk towards her again, straightening his clothing. If he could see then he would look her straight into the eyes at this moment. “Give me one reason why I should flirt with you?”

Tokito’s eyes widened. How dare he ask that after what they did last night? What nerve! Arrogant, little... She cleared her throat. Her bottom lip trembled. “Because... because you’re damn well fucking mine.”

He cocked his eyebrows curiously. “Oh really?”

“Yes,” was her short but allsaying reply.

Slowly the youngest of the Shiseiten stalked up to the youngest of the Taishirou. “I think, dear Tokito, it’s the other way around. You know, I think you are mine.”

Quickly Tokito moved out of his reach before he could try anything, anything that his sly and cunning mind could come up with. “I think, ice boy, you’ve got it wrong. It is obvious that you are mine.”

Nevertheless he still managed to corner her against a wall, like she had done to him the day before. He wasn’t much taller than she was, but that only helped him with keeping her exactly where he wanted her to be. He brought his face close to hers, like he had done in their battle when he had been able to see her for who she was exactly. “I think you should pay more attention to your situation.”

She tried to kick him and hit him with her fists, releasing a set of curses that would make the devil himself run away and hide. “Let me go, Akira, you arrogant little punk!!”

At the same time she tried to free herself, but all of her efforts were in vain. There was nowhere for her to go than just stay there and face him, endure what he had in store for her. But it didn’t mean she would keep her mouth shut. “You have no right to pin me against a wall like this!”

She was silenced as he slid a finger across a hickey in her neck, evidence enough of the night they shared before. A victorious expression appeared on Akira’s face. “I think I do...”

Something inaudible came out of her mouth. Really, it couldn’t be said exactly what it was. She looked up at him, sticking her chin out defiantly and proudly. “A hickey is so childish. You better not do that again.”

Akira pulled the collar of his kimono to reveal his neck to her. A couple of red spots appeared to be there. He pointed at them. They were her handiwork. “Hmm? Sorry, what did you say? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

Tokito grabbed his wrists, trying to push them away, but he didn’t budge. She wiggled against him, trying to free herself while she shot back at him. “You were asking for it.”

A gasp for breath escaped her as he pressed up against her, covering her entire body with his. She blinked a few times and remained still where she was while the butterflies in her stomach started flying again. “So were you,” he whispered.

She turned her face away from him, leaving her neck to his view and growled deep in her throat. “I do not recollect me asking for it.”

The blond samurai buried his face into her neck, nibbling softly on the skin she had exposed by turning away from him. He couldn’t help but smirk as he did so. It was so much fun to taunt her like this. “I seem to recall you asking quite planely, as a matter of fact.”

She freed her hands and pushed against his chest. “Oh really? I cannot remember at all. You must be imagining things.”

Akira smiled. He took her hands and placed a gentle kiss on the back of one. “You have been having memory problems.””

He received a death glare in return, one of the many looks Tokito was known for. She was stubborn too, so it didn’t surprise him when he heard say: “Ofcourse not. I am one of the godlike Mibu after all.”

She smiled sweetly but wicked after stating that.

He whispered innocently. “I’m sure your father Muramasa would agree.”

Suddenly it seemed as if she had a speakerbox in her mouth. “Fubuki is my father if you need to be reminded.”

“A few weeks ago it was you who needed to be reminded.” He reminded her innocently.

“Hmph,” she replied. “That doesn’t matter. I can’t help it they tampered with my memory.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just saying that it’s still a little falty.” The smirk on his face widened. “Since you were begging for it last night.”

Her eyes narrowed and she scratched her chin. “You were calling my name constantly and begging last night if I remember correctly.”

The samurai smiled wickedly. “Oh no, you were like pudding in my hands.” He thought about it for a moment. “It was quite enjoyable, actually.” One of his fingers traced the line of her jaw and ran over her cheek as he spoke.

Tokito slid her hands back into his kimono to run them over the planes of his chest. She too grinned wickedly and her eyes sparkled deviously. “Did you enjoy this too then?”

Akira shook his head with amusement. He placed a finger underneath her chin and forced her to look at him. “Ready to go again?”

Her smile was still devious. “Perhaps.”

He brushed his lips against hers lightly and nuzzled her. “There is no halfway.”

She bared her teeth in a feral way. “Oh ofcourse, you always want to have it complete, don’t you?”

Before she knew it she being lifted and flung over his shoulder, her face facing his back and her legs dangling against his chest. “That’s it,” he said. “You are going for a nice swim.”

He opened the door and started walking towards the Mibu gardens. A wicked grin graced his face as he saw how everyone else watched them walking. Tokito was screaming furiously, kicking wildly with her legs and pounding his back with her fists.

“Nooooo!!! Akira!!!! I’m going to kick your ass!!! Put me down immediately!!!”

He pretended as if he didn’t hear her. The kicking of her legs was quite hindering him with walking and so he decided to ice her ankles up. Another scream followed as she felt how cold her ankles became.

“Akira!!!”

He looked up, cocking his eyebrow. “Hmm? Did you say something? All I heard was ‘I’m a bitch, do what I say or I’ll mock you.’”

And indeed, she was mocking. “Oh, like you were you saying ‘I’m an ice user but you really can’t tell because I’m so hotheaded I can torch you.”

He smacked her leg and smirked. “When have I ever said anything different?”

His eyes fell upon a small pond with a decorative bridge in the middle of the garden. A wicked idea formed inside his head as he walked towards it, still carrying Tokito over his shoulder. Before he did anything he started freezing the water of the pond. It would add to the fun.

Another fist pounded on Akira’s back. “You are not throwing me into the water, Akira! I’ll kick your ass and show you every corner in the Red Tower and Mibu village.”

He laughed loudly. “I’m not? It looks very much like I am...”

“No, you’re not,” she protested fiery. “You are gonna put me down and then I mean right now!”

For a moment the blond icy samurai turned his face to the pond. It was freezing quite nicely, he could sense that. Then he stuck his tongue out. “You know,I don’t think I am. Your face is so cute all red.”

Even though she knew he couldn’t see it she stuck her tongue out as well. “If my face is all red then it’s your fault!”

Akira continued to focus on icing the pond. It really was becoming quite nice and he would stop soon, but bickering with Tokito also proved to be quite amusing.

“It’s such an improvement and it makes it so easy to see that your hair can be used as a nightlight for our children.”

He felt her stiffen on his shoulder and it was only then that he realised what he said. ‘Our children.’ It had come out of his mouth so naturally he didn’t even really notice. Was he really considering staying with Tokito? He had quit the Shiseiten so he no longer needed to go with them. And he also remembered vaguely some affection he had for Yuya-san not so long ago. Then why was he saying things he was telling the girl on his shoulder?

Our children...

Those two words echoed in Tokito’s mind. He was talking about children? Their children? Together? Was he really going to stay with her?