Life Is But a Dream: Not So Imaginary Lover

“Fawkeisha is aware?” the man asked.

“Yes, director, she was perfectly lucid as of yesterday” Naruko nodded.

“…Does she remember anything?”

“Memory loss is not uncommon with such a long lasting delusion…”

“…I see…” He commented.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, she’ll remember everything in due time…or…is that what you’re so concerned about?”

“I’ve long since dealt with the fact that she could hate me for doing this to her…” the director replied softly. “I want to see her again…”

“That should be fine” Naruko pushed his glasses back up his nose. “It has been a while since you’ve seen her…”

“I didn’t think it mattered much, she never recognized me…” he shrugged.

“I wouldn’t say that, director…” Naruko began. The man glanced at him, “Has she said anything?”

“Even in her delusional state, she still managed to develop a reality in which the two of you are together with…five children if I remember correctly…” Naruko chuckled. A ghost of a smile touched the director’s lips.

“And what does she call me in these dreams of hers?”

“That is the one thing that let me know she could be saved if she wanted to. She calls you by your name, sir”

 

Fawks blinked against the harsh light from the florescent lighting in her room. Her mouth tasted horrible and she had the headache of the century. She groaned, crossing her arms over her eyes, trying to block out some of the light.

“…can I go now?” an irritated voice asked from the door way. Fawks sat up, gazing at Yasuke.

“…what time is it? How long did I sleep…?”

“You slept for a while, Fawks-sama, it’s already the next day…” he said already getting up from the chair, “Did you have any nightmares?”

“Nightmares?” Fawks blinked.

“The first few months you were here you had night terrors nearly every night about what that bastard did to you” Yasuke huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“…Oh…” Fawks sighed. She hadn’t thought about Christopher in years. He was in jail, being punished for what he did to her and he’d never get out.

“…no I’m fine…” she smiled. Yasuke nodded, the phone on his belt chirped.

“This is Inugami…” he answered. “Yeah, she’s awake…”

Fawks looked up at him.

“…huh? You sure that’s a good idea? Alright! God!” he snapped hanging up the phone.

“What’s going on?” Fawks asked.

“…seems like the director wants to see you. You should clean yourself up…” Yasuke gestured to a door she hadn’t noticed before.

“Do most patients here have private bathrooms?” Fawks raised an eyebrow.

“Only the special cases” Yasuke shrugged. “You didn’t like being naked around people…”

Fawks nodded in understanding, getting out of bed. He legs were still a bit shaky, Yasuke rushed to her side.

“…I’m fine…” she said shooing him off. “I threw up a lot yesterday and I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten…”

“…can’t be helped, then…” he shrugged.

Fawks bathed and dressed for the day, the only thing in her closet was a pair of lounge pants and a robe that was standard attire for all patients.

“Here” Yasuke offered her a rice ball, “We can’t have you passing out from hunger”

“…Thanks…” Fawks said taking it from him. She nibbled on it as he led her down the halls of the hospital. Several other patients were milling about, but they seemed oblivious to them. Yasuke led her to the top floor, to an office at the end of the hall. The face plate read Toshiro Inugami.

“Inugami? You two are related?” Fawks asked.

“Yeah, my holier then thou older brother…” Yasuke snorted. “Go on in, I’ve got stuff to do. He’ll call me when he’s done with you…”

“…done with me…” Fawks repeated nervously.

“It’ll be fine Fawks-sama! I’ll see you later” Yasuke waved as he headed down the hall. Fawks shrugged, knocking on the door.

“Enter…”

Fawks pushed open the door, Toshiro Inugami was standing with his back to her staring out of the window behind his desk.

“…You…called for me…sir…” she coughed. He turned to he turned to her and Fawks felt her heart leap into her throat. His eyes were an even paler shade of brown then his brother’s, staring at her from behind a pair glasses, his black hair slicked back and professional.

‘…Sessho-maru…’she began, but stopped herself.

“Akatsuka-sensei told me you had regained your mental faculties…” he said in the same smooth baritone as her imaginary lover. Fawks felt her face grow hot, she looked away.

“…Yeah…”

“How do you feel?” Toshiro asked coming over to her. He lifted her chin shining a small light into her eyes.

“…Fine…just really confused…I don’t remember anything…” Fawks replied staring straight ahead.

“That isn’t unusual…” Toshiro replied turning off the pen light but didn’t release her.

“…Inugami-sensei?” Fawks began. His eyes swam with emotion and his hand slid up to caress her cheek.

“…how I’ve missed you…” he sighed, his arm stealing around her waist.

“…do…I know you…?” Fawks began, her body beginning to tingle in a familiar way.

Toshiro leaned in, whispering into her ear, “…when we were together…you would call me by my middle name. It was our little secret…”

“…Sessho-maru…” she gasped, her body on fire. He pulled back, smiling at her, “…My Fawks-chan”

Toshiro’s lips descended upon hers in a crushing kiss, Fawks moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the couch situated next to the door. Only after he set her down did he hesitate.

“…You want this? You’re positive?” He asked. Fawks smiled softly, reaching up to loosen his tie, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Which each button, Toshiro’s breathing became more shallow, his arousal pressing against her thigh.

“…Make love to me…Sessh-kun…” she purred. That was the last straw, Toshiro dove into her lips, ripping open her robe. Fawks moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he devoured her neck. He pressed his tongue to her stiff right nipple, teasing it before biting down. Fawks gasped, arching against him.

Toshiro’s hand slipped down the front of her pants.

“…Sessh-kun…!”

He teased her clit, rubbing it in a slow circular motion. Fawks arched against him as he slipped a finger into her dripping entrance.

“…You’re so wet, Fawks-chan…and so wonderfully tight…!” he growled, beginning to grind his erection against her thigh. Fawks whimpered reaching down to stroke the cloth covered bulge. Toshiro sucked in a breath, shuddering under her touch.

“…Enough teasing, Sessho-maru…I want you…” Fawks panted, her body already overloading with pleasure. Toshiro slipped off her pants and panties, fiddling with the fastenings to his own trousers.

Fawks gasped as she felt the head of his erection press against her sopping nether lips.

“…I love you…” he breathed, entering her body in a single jarring thrust. Fawks threw her head back in a breathy cry. He started out slow, nibbling the soft column of her throat.

“…Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“…More…!” Fawks begged.