Dark Fantasy

Naoko

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OOC: Alright, this fantasy (Unlike my Gundam one that -totally- flopped) consists of a "Bad Guy" (Think Sephiroth, Ghaleon, or any other well-known evil-doer) decides to take refuge in my houes for the night (Just trying to relax for a bit, perhaps seeing me before and knowing it was my house). I'm open for modifications; just leave a post with what you think.
 
OOC: sounds good ta me....Got one for ya (if ya played it) Duragon C from the bouncer for PS2...wish I had known about the Gundam one.....I love GW...'specially my boy Duo
 
OOC: Never played PS2...ya know, we could just make another GW one and see if anyone else joins.
 
OOC: Whatever floats yer boat babe....oh for Duragon, think Sephiroth, 'cept shorter hair more insane, no shirt and a dragon tattoo on his back. As well as a excellent hand to hand fighter
 
OOC: Sounds good to me. I'll start us off.

I open the bathroom door, steam pouring out around my body. Currently I have only a small towel covering my body, and my waist-length sivlerish blue hair hanging free down my back. I walk to my room, entering the double-door enterance. My metallic blue eyes scanned the room...this was my first night sleeping in my own house. I had spent a week moving things in, decorating, and arranging...but I had been staying at a friend's before now.
My king size bed was a metal canopy, with deep blue curtains hanging about the mattress. I was a color cordination freak...everything -had- to match. My carpet was the same deep hue, as were the walls. My dresser was the same metal as my bed...and my nightstands were, as well. The only thing within my room that was not silver or dark blue were the blow-up glow-in-the-dark stars that hung from my ceiling and the small stick-on stars on my ceiling and walls. I couldn't help but laugh to myself at the absurdity of them. Here I was, 21, with my own house and glow-in-the-dark stars on my walls... :: Sigh ::
I walked to my bed, removing my towel and working it over my body to get rid of the water that still clung to my body. Once finished, I tossed the towel over into my laundry bin.
Pushing one of my canopy curtains aside, I grabbed my silver babydoll. Standing back up, I took the pure silver g-string panties, slipping them up my long legs to their appointed place. I adjusted them along my flat stomach and on the curve of my hips, having no reason for them to look nice on me but wanting them to anyway.
Next came the main part of my babydoll. I pulled it on over my head, my C38 breasts clumsily placed in the top. I moved the entire top slightly to the side, then adjusted my breasts into the pure silver cups, which pushed my chest together for cleavage.
Straightening the see-through fabric that covered my chest and then reached down to my far upper thigh (split down the middle in front, showing off my stomach and panties), I walked over to my vanity. Trying to sleep with my long wet hair never worked...I picked up my blowdrier and got to work.
 
Walks up to the door cracking his neck, his silver hair falling into his eyes as rain pours down on him, he knocked on the front door of her home his fist slamming onto the heavy door 'God damn it I hate my life sometimes'
 
I barely heard the knocking over my hair-drier...but after shutting it off I did. I walked out my my room, down the stairs, and opened the door. "Can I help you?"
A cold chill surrounds me as the night air rushes about my barely-covered body.
 
'Open up please I'm cold, I'm hungry, I'm tired and I'm bleeding' Hand grasps over a wound on his well muscled chest. Damn did knife wound hurt, He pounded on the door once more 'Please I beg of you open up'
 
I look the man over...pulling the door wide to allow him inside. I can't help but wonder what happened to him, but I don't bother to ask. "I have a first aid kit upstairs..."
 
Stumbles in and gaze at her enraptured by her, he's seen her somewhere before but can't place his finger on it. 'Thanks I 'preciate it' Leans heavily against a wall using it for support as he follows her
 
I lead the man to my bathroom, having him sit as I get the first aid kit, having to reach into a high cupboard to get it.
 
I stare at her stretched out form...damn I hated these pants, my erection was obvious...I stood and came from behind her reaching over her, my chest rubbing into her back slightly as I grab the first aid kist and hand it to her, God please don't back up I think 'cause if she did she'd feel something pressed into her ass
 
I lightly brush up against him as I turn to face him. "Um..thanks..." I smile slightly.
 
I smile down at her 'no problem, an advantage to being tall' I chuckle 'By the way I am Duragon C Mikado'
 
I smile in return. "Pleasure to meet you. My name's Trista Pureblood...but my friends call me Naoko." I lead him back to sit on the toilet, instructing him to remove his shirt so I can bandage his wound.
 
I sit on the toilet and pull off my shirt, the light knife wound on my chest had spilled blood all over my well muscled form as I stae up at her.
 
Kneeling next to Duragon I begin to carefully clean the wound. I use a little paroxide, which stings like a bitch, but I blow on it to ease the pain. Next I get to work dilegently covering the cut. I wonder how it happened, but I don't ask...
 
I smile down at her, a strand of hair fell into her face...unconciously I reached out and softly brushed it back into place, my fingertips brushing against the soft flesh of her cheek. "I thank you for this help"
 
I smiled back at the man. "It's no problem. Are you hungry? I have plenty of food."
 
I smile 'If it's not too much of a problem I would, I haven't eaten in 2 days.'
 
"It's no problem at all. What would you like to eat?" I stand, looking down at Duragon.
 
I stand slowly looking down at her 'What do you have? Anything sounds good to me.'
 
"Well...I have plenty of things. It'd depends what you like. Seafood, home-made pizza, Chinese, Mexican, burgers, steak...whatever you'd like."
 
I laugh. 'Well what do you like? I mean I can eat anything.' I smile down to her I step close to her.
 
The way he smiles at me gives me shivers down my spine, and I get more than one thought at his words. "Well...I, myself, enjoy Oriental dishes...but you're the guest."
 
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