Forbidden Union
This is a Hayate/Lei-Fang story. I actually came up with the idea to put them together because they were my favorites, but now I enjoy the idea... and I've never read one that put them together except mine.
Chapter One The Start of Heartache
I walked into the tournament's gym, looking mote like I was ready to go to a club than to practice Tai' Chi Quan. But that's what I was there to do. I walked into a room with mirrors lining two of the walls to see two men sparring. One had long red/brown hair tied in a low ponytail and emerald eyes. The other was similar, but unique. His hair was redder and shorter, plus his eyes were sharp hazel.
Something about him drew her attention. He fought with a graceful style, but powerful strikes. His hair flew around him as he floored his companion.
"Very good, Hayate." his friend laughed. "You haven't lost your touch." The man called Hayate helped his friend to his feet.
I clapped loud enough to catch their attention. "Great show." I said. They looked up at me, suspicious and tense.
"How about a match against me, Hayate." I suggested. He scoffed.
"I don't know you, so why would I fight you?" he asked. I grinned at that.
"I'm Lei-Fang." I introduced, extending my hand to him. He glared a moment before he shook my hand.
"Very well. If it's a challenge you want, then you shall have it." Hayate told me.
We took fighting stances across from each other, each trying to read the others' thoughts. He made the first strike, but I countered it knocking him to the ground. But my grin was cut short as he swept me down as he stood. I backrolled out of range and came foreword to elbow him.
He was a good fighter, I'll give him that. At least as good as me. Everytime we touched, I melted. He was winning, but I didn't care. I felt no pain.
I locked eyes with him, catching a hint of something. Did he feel the same way I did? Impossible!
He caught one of my punches and held it. I had a moment to glance around. Hayate's long-haired friend was gone. I pulled a move that would have elbowed him in his stomach if he hadn't countered it. But the momentum landed me close to him. Our chests were touching and my free hand was on his shoulder.
Though he was taller than me, our faces were near. Neither of us made a move. He looked down at me, and I returned his forlorn gaze.
He gently wrapped his arms around me. His touch was electric against my bare skin. He leaned in gently and kissed me, lightly at first. I pressed into him. He pushed me backwards into a wall. We continued kissing and he pressed himself against me harder. I wanted this, though I don't know why. I'm usually shy when it comes to love, but I felt connected to him.
Suddenly he pulled away from me. "Forgive me, Miss. I don't know what came over me." he apologized, backing away.
I was breathing heavy as I looked at him.
"It's alright." was all I could think to say, as I strained my black leather fighting uniform. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and gave me one last look. His eyes seemed to tell a story, but he turned and walked away. As he left my knees gave out on me. I sat there, wanting to cry but not. I don't know how long I sat there, and I honestly don't care. My mind was consumed with him, and I felt differently about him than I'd ever felt about a man.
Sure, I'm only 19, but I've had many relationships before. But they always ended the same: hurt, break-up, etc. I'd almost given up on that emotion.
"Lei-Fang? What happened?" came a grand-fatherly voice from the doorway. I knew who it was.
"I'm fine, Gen Fu." I said, not entirely being truthful. I needed Hayate, but how could I tell anyone. Especially Hayate.
This of course is only the beginning. I'm deciding... Should the next part be from Lei-Fang's or Hayate's POV? Review and tell me.
This is a Hayate/Lei-Fang story. I actually came up with the idea to put them together because they were my favorites, but now I enjoy the idea... and I've never read one that put them together except mine.
Chapter One The Start of Heartache
I walked into the tournament's gym, looking mote like I was ready to go to a club than to practice Tai' Chi Quan. But that's what I was there to do. I walked into a room with mirrors lining two of the walls to see two men sparring. One had long red/brown hair tied in a low ponytail and emerald eyes. The other was similar, but unique. His hair was redder and shorter, plus his eyes were sharp hazel.
Something about him drew her attention. He fought with a graceful style, but powerful strikes. His hair flew around him as he floored his companion.
"Very good, Hayate." his friend laughed. "You haven't lost your touch." The man called Hayate helped his friend to his feet.
I clapped loud enough to catch their attention. "Great show." I said. They looked up at me, suspicious and tense.
"How about a match against me, Hayate." I suggested. He scoffed.
"I don't know you, so why would I fight you?" he asked. I grinned at that.
"I'm Lei-Fang." I introduced, extending my hand to him. He glared a moment before he shook my hand.
"Very well. If it's a challenge you want, then you shall have it." Hayate told me.
We took fighting stances across from each other, each trying to read the others' thoughts. He made the first strike, but I countered it knocking him to the ground. But my grin was cut short as he swept me down as he stood. I backrolled out of range and came foreword to elbow him.
He was a good fighter, I'll give him that. At least as good as me. Everytime we touched, I melted. He was winning, but I didn't care. I felt no pain.
I locked eyes with him, catching a hint of something. Did he feel the same way I did? Impossible!
He caught one of my punches and held it. I had a moment to glance around. Hayate's long-haired friend was gone. I pulled a move that would have elbowed him in his stomach if he hadn't countered it. But the momentum landed me close to him. Our chests were touching and my free hand was on his shoulder.
Though he was taller than me, our faces were near. Neither of us made a move. He looked down at me, and I returned his forlorn gaze.
He gently wrapped his arms around me. His touch was electric against my bare skin. He leaned in gently and kissed me, lightly at first. I pressed into him. He pushed me backwards into a wall. We continued kissing and he pressed himself against me harder. I wanted this, though I don't know why. I'm usually shy when it comes to love, but I felt connected to him.
Suddenly he pulled away from me. "Forgive me, Miss. I don't know what came over me." he apologized, backing away.
I was breathing heavy as I looked at him.
"It's alright." was all I could think to say, as I strained my black leather fighting uniform. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and gave me one last look. His eyes seemed to tell a story, but he turned and walked away. As he left my knees gave out on me. I sat there, wanting to cry but not. I don't know how long I sat there, and I honestly don't care. My mind was consumed with him, and I felt differently about him than I'd ever felt about a man.
Sure, I'm only 19, but I've had many relationships before. But they always ended the same: hurt, break-up, etc. I'd almost given up on that emotion.
"Lei-Fang? What happened?" came a grand-fatherly voice from the doorway. I knew who it was.
"I'm fine, Gen Fu." I said, not entirely being truthful. I needed Hayate, but how could I tell anyone. Especially Hayate.
This of course is only the beginning. I'm deciding... Should the next part be from Lei-Fang's or Hayate's POV? Review and tell me.