A/n- I will be starting my multi-chaptered Munto fanfic sometime soon, so I'm really excited about that. Still updating this little archive however, never fear!
Disclaimer: If this whole thing falls through, maybe I'll buy Munto so I can do what I want with it.
Summary: Companion to "Token" but with two very different people…
Shush
He used the pull of her to direct him; the gasping pull of her subconscious that rooted her to a certain spot upon the Lower World. Otherwise he would have appeared at a very different place besides the front steps of her house.
The landing was difficult, for the pull of gravity on the world below was strange, and he stumbled. It wasn't stronger particularly, but it was more noticeable here then in Heaven.
Rui's hand shot out to steady them so they didn't end up tumbling backwards down the stairs that ran from door to street.
He grit his teeth, taking another pause before disappearing once again, reaffirming them upon the ground as they staggered into the girl's room; next to the window. Her sleepy weight shifted and he nearly lost his hold as she tilted from his arms. She was slight, but so was he; unlike his King, who held his charge with formidable strength, Rui depended mostly on his Akuto power, and so even this Earth-girl was uncommon weight.
As his arms slipped around her middle, as he pulled her flush again his body to steady them, she woke.
"Ah… uhn…"
He was staring at her closed eyes when they snapped open in a fury of chocolate-brown.
"AH!"
She pushed him, hard, and he stumbled away from her. Ichiko wobbled and fell backwards onto her bed, still yelling.
There was a noise outside her door.
With lightening speed he was near her, next to her, hovering over her, his hand clasped over her mouth as his side pinned her down.
"Shush!"
The girl stiffened, a flashing heat rising to pool within her cheeks as she struggled under him. She was successful in elbowing him in the ribs, to which Rui made a small noise, and then they were quiet.
They were dead silent save Ichiko's heavy breathing and Rui's fast-beating heart. He could feel warmth blooming over his palm.
"Ichiko?!" Her father's voice boomed from the hallway. "Are you all right?"
The girl's eyes were wide as they rounded on the soldier. He didn't understand for a moment, but then she reached up and wrenched his hand away, holding it firm within her grasp.
She took a slow breath, shaking, "I'm fine dad. Just a bad dream… a really bad dream." Her eyes never left his, and they were glaring daggers. Slowly, Rui slipped away and off her, trying to pry his hand away as he stood. Ichiko sat up, holding firm. "I'll be out in a minute for school, just a sec!"
"Oh, okay!" Her father's footsteps died off in the other direction.
The girl was breathing hard again, but this time Rui expected it was less out of fright and more from sheer anger. Her hold on his fingers intensified, if not almost painful.
"If you ever," She hissed, "Ever come into my room again, I swear to God I don't care who your King is I'll-"
He wrenched his hand back, "Lucky, aren't you, that I was only returning you to your home upon Lord Munto's request. He seemed to think it best you return to your world safely."
"I don't really give a damn! Never come here again!"
Rui bristled. He was not use to being spoken to like that. "Learn some respect."
Ichiko stopped, standing up slowly, brandishing her finger in his direction. Her eyes flashed as she stepped within inches of him. Rui's breath caught and held as the girl looked up at him, anger rolling off her in waves. He could see his stunned reflection in her fierce- strong- beautiful gaze. "Get. Out."
"Gladly."
They didn't move.
"OUT!"
Before he could bring himself to utter any kind of retort, he turned a half step and disappeared, but not before glancing once again at her face.
As Rui's arrival was greeted by the unfortunate news that the King was once again lost, the girl he left on Earth was stumbling back to sit on her mattress.
Ichiko's hand was clamped over her breast as her anger ebbed and her blood ceased to run singing sounds through her ears.
"Idiot…" She murmured, biting her lip.
The memory of him snapping his hand at her before she fell asleep; of him reaching out as she fell…
The memory of him pressing her down…
A thrilling jolt in the pit of her stomach.
"Uuuugh," Ichiko turned and buried her face into the sheets. "Idiot!"
Fin
A/n- Dedicated to Mixed-Colors, who wanted this.
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