Title: Star Dreamers pt. 4/?

Author: Deathangelgw

Disclaimer: not mine, no sue, yea yea

Warnings: Sap, angst, dark, language (there’s always language where Tasuki’s concerned…), het lemon.

Pairings: Tama+/xMiaka, Hoto+/xOC, Chichiri+OC

Rating: NC-17 here for LEMON

Note: Gomen for the last one being so long! I wanted to finish that sad part so I could get back to Konan…and the big reunion!! *slaps up a ‘HET LEMON’ sign* Watch out here, folks! HET LEMON APPROACHETH!!! If you don’t like, then DON’T READ!!!  Thanks for reading! ^_^;;

Feedback: PLEASE! I like it!

‘thoughts’

Naria sighed softly as she sat in her room. They had returned to Konan and Chichiri had taken her to a room, telling her to stay until the palace physician could look her over.  She shook her head. She felt fine.  Mitsukake had healed her just fine. So why did the monk think she needed a check-up?

‘Prolly because he gets really worried about me and is self conscious of the fact that I almost got killed this time,’ she thought to herself ruefully.  She sighed as she thought about her dear friend whom she had met just days ago. She hoped that things would be ok.

She looked up as she heard the door open and a woman stepped in, smiling gently at her. She had soft purple hair and gentle violet eyes that gazed at Naria kindly.  Naria sat up and smiled back. “Are you the palace physician?” she asked politely.

“Hai…my name is Houki.  The Emperor made me the royal physician not long after the announcement of Suzaku Seishi Nuriko’s death,” the woman replied sadly and Naria smiled sadly.  Coming over to her, Houki sat down next to her. “I hear that you were healed by Mitsukake. So, I think I will save myself time in not checking you over. He is very thorough,” she commented with a grin. Naria giggled and nodded.  “But, I am to help you change also and then to take you to His Majesty. Special orders of both Suzaku no Miko and Chichiri-sama,” Houki added softly and Naria blinked in surprise.  Tilting her head as she gazed at the young girl, Houki frowned in thought. “I know the perfect thing…” she murmured softly, then got up and went over to the closets.

*~~**~~*

Hotohori smiled sadly as he gazed at the remaining Seishi and Miaka. “Nuriko….Chiriko….we have lost strong friends and allies. I find my heart grieving even more,” he murmured softly as he looked down at the seemingly asleep Chiriko.  He brushed a gentle hand over the young boy’s still cheek and sighed softly in sorrow.  Looking back up, he said, “Now that Seiryuu has been summoned, we must prepare for war and invasion. Everyone must be willing to fight…we stand together…you taught me that my friends.” He frowned and sighed again.

Miaka sighed in worry as she watched Hotohori.  Suddenly, loud screams were heard as Tasuki and Tamahome ran in.

“AAAAAAAH!! NURIKO’S HAUNTING US!!!” Tasuki shouted in fear as he ran in.

Tamahome pointed outside and shouted, “CHICHIRI!!! START CHANTING!!! PUT HIM TO PEACE!!” He and Tasuki screamed again and ran in.

Miaka watched them in confusion then looked over at the doorway.  She gasped in shock, then ran to the figure standing there. “Nuriko!! You’re alive!!” she cried in glee as she hugged the person.  Her eyes widened suddenly and she stepped back, pointing at the female’s chest. “Boobies…” she mumbled in mortification.

Hotohori laughed softly as he came over by Miaka. “I would like you to meet Houki. She is now the royal physician and one of my closest advisors.  I met her shortly after Nuriko died and we became close friends. She looks a lot like our dear Nuriko, doesn’t she?” he asked in amusement and Miaka nodded.

Houki smiled softly at them and bowed, then said, “Sire, I brought in the guest that Suzaku no Miko was asking for.”

Hotohori looked confused and glanced over at Miaka. Miaka grinned widely, then looked over as Houki stepped aside and Naria stepped forward, dressed in soft blue and green robes.  Hotohori looked over and gasped in shock.

He stepped forward slowly; shock and delight slowing him as he walked over to the girl that seemed to step from his dreams into reality. He reached out a hand and slowly touched the soft cheek, almost sobbing at the reality. “It’s….it’s you. At last….you are here…” he whispered in disbelief, eyes shining with tears to match her own tear-filled green ones.

Naria swallowed down her tears as she leaned into the gentle touch, whispering, “Hai…I am here…”

He swallowed his own tears as he asked softly, “Please…your name…” His eyes pleaded for that final link that would hold them together.

“My name is Tasaki Naria…” she whispered just as softly, her eyes alight with joy as she gazed into Hotohori’s. “And you….are Hotohori,” she added and he smiled at that.

“You know my name before I know yours, lovely one…” Hotohori murmured lowly and she laughed softly. He moved closer to her, seeming to have forgotten that they weren’t the only ones in the room as he kissed her softly and tenderly, swallowing the soft whimper that left her lips as they came together, sealing their love finally in the flesh.

Miaka sniffed as she looked at her two friends as they kissed tenderly then looked around. She frowned slightly as she searched for Chichiri, but saw no sign of the Seishi.

Tasuki pointed at the two and said, “Hey….how come they seem so close?” He squawked as he was hit in the head by Tamahome and glared at the other Seishi.

“Dumbass! Obviously they know each other somehow!” Tamahome growled out.

Miaka giggled softly, then smirked as Hotohori stepped back from Naria, arm around her waist firmly. “Yes….we do know each other. We have known each other for a very long time,” he explained with quiet joy.

“Your Majesty! What are you saying?! You know this complete stranger!?” one of the court advisors asked indignantly as he glared suspiciously at Naria.

Naria shrunk back, whimpering softly in fear, but Hotohori glared angrily at the man. “Yes! How dare you challenge my word! This woman is my wife to be! And I will not allow you or anyone to stop us from being together!” he growled out and they all blinked in shock.

“W-wife?? You intend to marry her?! But…but…she is just a peasant! Not even of the royal harem!” the man spluttered indignantly.

Growling softly in offense, Hotohori pulled his sword out swiftly and aimed it at the man’s throat. “Her name is Naria…and she is your future Empress. You will show her respect…or learn the consequences,” he retorted dangerously.

“Yea….from us too, asshole!” Tasuki said confidently as the other Seishi stood behind Hotohori.  Miaka was next to Naria, holding her hand as she glared defiantly at the assembled court. 

Naria smiled in surprise as she looked at the remaining Seishi and Miaka, thanking them silently for their support.  Even though Hotohori didn’t even ask her yet, she knew she’d never want to leave. She had nothing else in the other world…here, she had her soul mate and friends.  She knew without a doubt that she would have said yes….as did Hotohori.

“Naria….why don’t you go for a walk with Miaka? I need to speak with the Seishi and my advisors on some things before I can be with you,” Hotohori suggested softly as he looked at her again. Sadness showed in his eyes, but she smiled gently up at him.

“Alright…I wouldn’t mind at all. I’d like to see your kingdom,” she murmured with a grin.

Hotohori smiled back as he caressed her cheek gently. “OUR kingdom, my love. This will soon be yours as well,” he said softly and she blushed slightly, nodding and looking down. He chuckled softly and brought her face up and kissed her gently. “You will….get used to it, I hope,” he added softly, worry in his eyes as he looked at her.

She smiled and nodded, reassuring him. “Hai…I will. Just be patient,” she replied softly, blushing a deeper red.

He chuckled softly again before pressing a kiss to her lips. “Go on then. Miaka, take care of her,” he requested and Miaka glomped onto Naria’s arm, grinning.

“No worries, Hotohori-san! We’ll be juuuust fine!” she called and dragged Naria off, both casting one more look over their shoulders at their respective loves.

Smiling softly as he watched them leave, Hotohori turned back and sat on his throne once more. He looked at his friends. “Arigato, minna, for supporting me,” he said in gratitude.

They grinned back as Tasuki retorted, “Hell…you guys look cute together! So tell us…how did you two meet anyways?! We only first met Naria at the cave….and here you two act like you know each other better than Tamahome knows Miaka!” He yelped as a hand came up and smacked him upside the head and he glared at the annoyed Tamahome.

Hotohori laughed softly as he relaxed. “We….met in a dream,” he replied softly and silence greeted his statement.

“You….met in a dream, sire?” Tamahome asked in disbelief as they all blinked at him, sweatdropping slightly.

Hotohori smiled again, tilting his head in a boyish manner. “Hai…it sounds strange, but when we were both young, we met in a dream.  Every night we would meet….and eventually fell in love. We could never touch, which frustrated us so much. And recently, we both would hear at the end that when Seiryuu and Suzaku would rise, we would be together,” he explained softly.

“And now you are,” Mitsukake murmured with a soft smile and Hotohori nodded once.

Looking over at his advisors, Hotohori said in a softly commanding voice, “Prepare the marriage ceremony. I will marry Naria tonight.”

The advisors gasped in shock and immediately tried to talk the Emperor out of it as the Suzaku Seishi watched, sweatdrops evident. “Man…I don’t envy those advisors…” Tasuki commented softly and the other two seishi nodded in agreement.

*~~**~~*

Chichiri silently looked out over the river, staring at nothing as his thoughts collided with one another.  He had seen his friends reunited….but couldn’t watch as they finally were able to touch and kiss.  He felt another tear slide down his cheek, but didn’t bother wiping it away, knowing another one would come to replace it.  He looked up as he heard footsteps, then blinked as Naria came down the trail.  He looked back out at the river as he said softly, “I’m surprised you aren’t with His Majesty.  You should be getting ready for your marriage.”

She sighed softly as she sat down next to him and looked out at the river as well. “Hotohori had some things to do, so he asked me if I would like to see the city with Miaka. I…actually wanted to…guess I should get to know it, ne?” she asked nervously as her hand picked at the soft green silk that clothed her.

Chichiri gazed at her from the side. “Then…where is Miaka-san?” he asked softly.

She smiled slightly. “Oh, we ran into Tamahome a bit ago and rather than be a bother, I left them alone so they could talk. Seemed Tamahome had something important to talk to Miaka about,” she replied as she looked down at her outfit.

“Sou ka,” Chichiri replied softly and they remained silent for a while.  Naria stared at the embroidery on her outfit, knowing tears were falling down her cheeks, but not willing to acknowledge them.  Chichiri turned to her and felt his heart stop as he saw her tears. “Naria-san…what’s wrong?” he asked softly.

She looked up and said, “I…seem to be missing something…” She tried to smile, but her smile wavered as it quivered with tears.

Chichiri moved to reach out to her, but stopped. “Missing something?” he queried softly, worry on his face.

She nodded. “Hai….you see….I came to this place and there was someone there that helped me to get used to it. We…became close….and now…” She sobbed softly as she looked away.

Chichiri felt a tear roll down his cheek and he moved closer to her.  He gathered her into his arms as he murmured softly, “You haven’t lost me, Naria. I’m still here….just out of the way.”

She sobbed harder into his cloak as she clung to him. “I don’t WANT you to stay out of the way! I want you there! I can’t…I can’t do this….knowing I’m hurting you!” She sobbed and he held her tighter. “I…I…” She tried to speak, but froze, scared.

Softly, he leaned his head down and whispered, “I love you as well.”

Silence came from this statement, and then Naria leaned up and looked into Chichiri’s eye. They gazed at each other for a minute before Chichiri smiled sadly at her. “Oh Chichiri….what can I do? Is it right to love two men, yet hurt one for the other unintentionally?” she whispered softly, sorrowfully. She had barely known Chichiri for less than a month and yet it felt like she knew him indefinitely….just like Hotohori.

Sighing softly as he tucked her under his chin and started rocking her, Chichiri took a minute before answering her finally. “I don’t know, Naria.  If it helps any….I will be there for you no matter what you choose,” he replied softly and swallowed hard.

“And…if I marry Hotohori?” she whispered softly, hand clenching in his cloak.

“Then expect me to be by your side, protecting you as my empress and friend,” he responded just as softly, but firmly. ‘Yes…no matter what. I will never leave her side.’

She leaned up and smiled at him. “Chichiri…you’re my best friend,” she stated softly, then leaned in and kissed him gently.  He felt a soft moan leave his lips as he held her closer, deepening the kiss before they both slowly pulled away.  She flushed slightly and looked down. “Chichiri…I…” She trailed off.

“Marry him….be happy for once in your life, Naria. I will be there to stand by your side,” Chichiri ordered softly as he brought her face up and gazed into her eyes unwaveringly.

She smiled at him and nodded, then leaned in and laid her head down on his shoulder. Both sat that way for a while, holding each other in companionable silence.

*~~**~~*

Servants and handmaidens rushed around Naria’s room as they prepared her for the wedding.  She stood nervously as they dressed her in royal robes, white for marriage with touches of gold and red.   She shifted on her feet and sighed, then meeped as she received a glare from the seamstress. She blushed and murmured an apology as she stood still, then looked up as she heard a soft giggle.

Miaka waved cheerfully from the doorway, then meeped as she dodged a couple of servants as they flew out of the room on some errand. She giggled as she turned back to her harried looking friend. “Naria-san! You excited yet?” she asked as she walked over and plopped down onto the bed.

Naria smiled a bit. “N-not really….more like scared as hell!” she replied, and then blushed. “Gomen…didn’t mean to swear…” she mumbled as she fidgeted.

Miaka giggled and shook her head. “Don’t be! Would you believe Hotohori-san is just as nervous!?” she asked and Naria stared at her.

“Really?! He’s….he’s nervous?? Is he….doubting it?” Naria asked, suddenly looking very scared.

Miaka gaped at her. “Hell no! He just wants it perfect is all!” Miaka retorted and they giggled.

Naria sighed softly in happiness and said, “Oh Miaka….I didn’t know that coming here would bring me such joy.  It’s been hard….and now there is finally some joy to heal the sadness.” She smiled at her friend, who smiled back.

“Yea….oooo…I better get ready! The ceremony starts at sunset!” Miaka cried as she hopped up. She smiled again at Naria and winked. “See ya at the wedding!” she called cheerfully as she ran out.

Naria sighed softly, then looked up as she heard Houki’s soft voice. “Don’t worry, Empress. You’ll do fine,” the advisor said kindly.  Naria smiled and bit her lip, looking hopeful and Houki smiled even more. “I’m here to help you with the ceremony, Empress,” she explained as she walked over to the bedecked girl and helped her down.

Naria heaved a huge sigh of relief as she said, “Oh good…I was so afraid they were going to expect me to know everything!”

Houki laughed lightly as did most of the servant girls and grinned at her. “No no! He’d never do that….WE’D never do that! This is a special day for his majesty. He wants everything perfect for the woman he loves,” she commented fondly and Naria blushed. Laughing softly again, Houki directed her to the bed and said, “Now….the ceremony.”

*~~**~~*

Hotohori sighed as he sat in his private office, preparing himself for the ceremony.  He looked up as the doors slid open and smiled in greeting. “Chichiri! What can I do for you?” he asked softly in greeting as he stood.

Chichiri walked in and shut the door behind him.  Hotohori blinked as he saw the frown on the normally smiling face.  “Your Majesty….can we talk?” Chichiri requested solemnly as he stepped in farther.

Hotohori nodded and gestured for his friend to sit in the chair across from him. As Chichiri sat down, Hotohori commented, “You are so serious, Chichiri. What is wrong?”

Chichiri looked away and nibbled on his lip, a most uncharacteristic action for the monk.  Finally, taking a deep breath, Chichiri looked back up at Hotohori. “Do you love Naria?” he asked quietly and Hotohori blinked in surprise.

“Yes of course I do! With all my heart and soul!” Hotohori replied automatically, not hesitating as he stared at his friend and comrade. “Chichiri…why are you asking me this?” he questioned in suspicion.

Chichiri sighed softly and looked down. “I…care deeply for her. She’s….my best friend. I want her safe and happy,” he murmured softly, then looked up, face firm. “I want what’s best for her and you. But I won’t sit back if her heart is going to be played with,” he added in quiet warning.

Hotohori smiled. “Sou ka…you love her….and her you,” he said softly and chuckled at the surprised look on the masked face. “Yes….I noticed it. And…it doesn’t bother me in the least. You both are special to me…and it warms my heart to know that my beloved was protected by one who cares for her so. She came to this world with no one….I’m glad you had each other.” The Emperor of Konan smiled and stood up, facing his bewildered friend.  He held his hand out to the monk, who took it cautiously, standing. “Come…will you join us for our marriage? Be by our sides with our other friends? I…don’t think either of us could go without you there,” Hotohori requested softly and Chichiri smiled for the first time since the conversation had started.

Bowing his head, Chichiri replied softly, “It would be my honor and pleasure, Majesty.”

Smiling, Hotohori embraced his friend, then stepped back with a nervous grin. “It’s time….I suppose,” he said and Chichiri chuckled as they headed for the throne room….and Naria.

*~~**~~*

Naria sighed softly as she followed Hotohori to his rooms. ‘No….no longer just Hotohori…he’s my husband and Emperor.’ The ceremony had been lovely.  All of the remaining Seishi and Miaka had been there as well as the royal court.  She sighed softly in bliss as she remembered coming down the aisle and seeing Hotohori at the end.  They had been married and then Hotohori had officially made her Empress. 

She looked up as she heard a soft chuckle and saw her beloved smiling at her gently. “Deep thoughts, beloved?” he asked quietly and she blushed prettily and nodded. They finally came to his rooms and she bit her lip nervously as she gazed into them. Suddenly, strong arms scooped her up and held her to a strong chest. She giggled nervously and looked up into his joyful eyes, smiling her own joy.  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let him carry her over the threshold.  He carried her gently over to the bed, then laid her out tenderly, smiling down at her as she lay out under him.

Smiling back nervously, Naria looked up at him, her crown sparkling in the dim glows of the lanterns.  He breathed softly in awe as he stared her, then lightly brought a hand up, tracing it across her face as if memorizing it.  She closed her eyes and leaned into the gentle touch, then opened her eyes once more to look up at him.  He sighed softly in bliss as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a slowly deepening kiss.  She moaned softly as he laid out over her, covering her body with his own as he deepened the kiss with passion, licking fleetingly at her lips.  Gasping quietly, Naria moaned again as Hotohori took advantage of her open mouth and pressed his tongue in, gently teasing her mouth with his tongue.

Moving her arms up, she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as he slowly made love to her mouth. He leaned up, breaking the kiss gently and they panted softly, looking into each other’s eyes.  Hotohori smiled in joy as he said softly in wonder, “I can’t believe that you are really here, beloved. After all those years….”

Naria smiled as well, joy in her eyes as she gazed at her husband. “They promised us…bout time they fulfilled that promise, ne?” she asked, tilting her head to the side and smiling cutely at him.

Laughing softly, Hotohori bent his head down and brushed his lips across hers.  She moaned softly against his mouth, encouraging him to further deepen the kiss as their hands began to remove each other’s clothing.  Hotohori shifted himself up and slid his robes off, standing before her in just a long shirt.  Her eyes locked with his own and he saw a glimmer of fear in her green depths. Coming to her swiftly, Hotohori held her close. “Don’t fear, my love…I will never hurt you….” he whispered soothingly as he held her close, her loosened robes falling slightly around them.

She snuggled close to him. “I know that, my love…I’m just…it’s my first time….and I…don’t want to disappoint you,” she murmured softly, blushing in embarrassment as she looked down.

Smiling softly as he ran his fingers down her back, Hotohori pushed her robes off slowly. “Then I shall make it as memorable as possible, beloved,” he replied assuredly as he brought her face up and her robes fell to the floor. He kissed her gently, deepening it slowly as his hands rubbed up and down her back before slowly removing the last piece of clothing on her body.  She shivered, both in desire and in nervousness.  He laid her down on the bed and caressed a gentle hand down her body, slowly tracing each inch of pale skin that he saw.  “Beautiful….you are such a vision…as I always knew…” he whispered softly, noticing her skin flushing as he touched it.

She blushed brightly and looked away, thus didn’t see when he removed his own shift. She felt the bed dip, then looked up and moaned softly as her lips were taken in a passionate kiss once more. She gasped softly as his body laid out over hers, naked and hot. Her hands came up, threading into his silky hair before traveling down his back slowly, tracing everything under them as they kissed deeply.

Moaning softly in pleasure, Hotohori arched closer to her, his hips moving in slight circles against her own. She shifted, her legs parting and they both gasped in pleasure as their sexes rubbed together.  Naria’s head fell back in pleasure as he ground his hips into hers, moaning softly. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking here and there as he went down.  Her moans increased as he trailed down and licked lightly around her breast, encasing her nipple in his mouth. Her body arched beneath him as she gasped his name, pleasure flowing through her, starting from his mouth and ending in between her legs.

He moved his mouth to Naria’s other breast, laving it with the same ministrations as his hands trailed down her sides and thighs.  She whimpered softly in pleasure, arching closer to him as her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling him closer. He licked a light trail down her body, laving her navel as he passed it before trailing down to her nest of curls.  Nuzzling the moisture he found there and breathing deeply of her excitement, Hotohori moaned softly in approval.  He looked up at her and locked eyes with her then flicked his tongue out, tasting her delicately. Her breath hitched as she watched him, then she moaned very softly as he placed his lips over her, sucking on her slowly as he plunged his tongue into her.

She cried out softly as he pushed a finger into her, thrusting it in along with his tongue. Her body arched and thrust down instinctively, drawing moans from them both.  All too soon, she arched up, crying out his name as she climaxed for the first time.  Panting as he lapped at her, Hotohori then leaned up and licked his lips before kissing her passionately.  She moaned again as she felt his hot member against her stomach.

“Anata….want you…” she whispered softly with desire.

Hotohori moaned softly as he kissed her again. He shifted slightly, then placed his erection at her entrance. Bracing himself, he whispered, “This will hurt…” She nodded and smiled reassuringly at him as she brought her legs up, preparing herself. He nodded, then pushed in, feeling her tense and bite back a cry of pain as he penetrated her.  They both panted harshly as they either adjusted or tried to remain in control, both of which were difficult.  Slowly, Hotohori thrust in shallowly, feeling her gasp softly as he moved inside of her.

“Anata…oh gods…” Naria moaned out, her legs coming up and wrapping around his waist as his thrusts increased.  She gasped softly and moaned as he moved harder into her, groaning in pleasure as her tight moist heat surrounded him.

“Aisai….ai shiteru…” Hotohori groaned out as he moved harder, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss as he thrust frantically into her.  They both cried out in pleasure as they went over the edge, falling together into bliss, then collapsed together, sated.  Hotohori pulled out of her and pulled her to him, holding her close. "My aisai…ai shiteru,” he whispered softly, smiling as she whispered it back to him before they both fell asleep.

TBC

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