Taming the Storm (Crimson Storm Chronicles Book 1) Read online

  I walked over to the sink to wash my used brushes and palettes. I shook my hands off to dry, while approaching the floor to ceiling windows of our flat. I raised the blinds high enough I could view the twinkling lights of the city below.

  I could barely see my reflection through the thin glass; a faint specter of my short black hair with my silver highlights returned my gaze. My haunting blue eyes showed my exhaustion, having spent a good eight hours on the masterpiece that was now drying in our spacious living room.

  "I should sleep," I mumbled to myself, my hand struggling to work out the knots in my short locks before turning back around. I glanced at the time, realizing two additional hours had gone by. I frowned, unsure whether I should really go to bed or get my run out of the way.

  Might as well get a run in. I hate doing it during rush hour. I walked to my room, peeking my head in James' room as I passed to see if he'd made it to bed okay.

  I leaned against the doorway, smiling at the sight of him nestled in bed. I'd most likely be back before he'd have morning practice. He was a strong warlock, already setting records with his skills. The fact that he was also a fox shifter made him quick and cunning on the battlefield, something looked highly upon by many of the elders in the Council.

  In Nokamato, both humans and shifters walked the streets, but in other places around the world, things weren’t as peaceful. It was always smart to know how to defend yourself, regardless of what race you were.

  The crime rate had increased recently due to political issues between humans and shifters; their debates only induced headaches rather than getting closer to achieving peace and unity.

  However, there were many good organizations who helped individuals and worked to stop mass crimes, as well as organizations that attempted to exploit flaws in the current system.

  The strongest magician with the highest crime-stopping rate was Storm Yuna. She was both beautiful and powerful, having multiple shifter animals within her and being able to host a familiar. She was one of a kind and even though she was the strongest in our country and second in the world, she was humble and sweet.

  I didn't know much else about the "Storm Queen," a title many people referred to her by, but I did know she was supposed to be in Nokamato for peace talks. It would be an honor to meet her, but my father disapproved of my presence at the meeting which would be hosted at our family shrine. Figures.

  I went into my oversized room, leaving the door slightly open since it wouldn't take long to change. I walked over to my white dresser which stood next to the large vanity.

  When you looked at me, you might automatically assume I was one of those tomboys. But I loved dressing up and applying all sorts of makeup, inspired by both Japanese and American models. If it weren’t for the fact I was more on the curvy side, having a small waist and a tad wider hips than the typical Japanese female, I would have gone into modeling. It was a fierce career to break into and even harder to maintain your reputation and success, but I wasn't afraid of competition.

  I opened my drawer, taking out a pair of black tights and a white tank top. I stripped out of my jean shorts and white t-shirt, which was my usual casual wear when I wanted to paint and knew I'd get some paint splatter on my clothes.

  I didn't generally have a specific style of dress, but usually I either dressed up like a model in the most expensive brands that I'd purchased myself or was casual in jeans or fitness wear. It all depended on how I felt on any given day.

  I slipped on my tights, taking off my white lace bra and replacing it with a black sports bra — the 34C material outlined in white to make it pop. I had a variety of sports bras due to the intensity of my sword dancing training. The fewer clothes you wore, the lighter you were, which made it easier to pull off crazy moves. If only I had the wind element, I could be like those flying sword dancers in movies.

  I pulled on my tank top, walking over to my oversized mirror to make sure my attire was appropriate for running. I knew some girls didn't like going commando when working out, but the worst feeling when running ten miles was getting a wedgie halfway through. No thank you.

  "Let's do this." I gave my reflection a confident smile.

  I grabbed my iPod and wireless headphones, walking out of my room and leaving the door ajar. James would know I had gone out for a run if he saw it open.

  I walked over to our black fridge, pulling out the pre-workout shake I'd prepared during my painting break. I shook the bottle, chugging down the cool orange flavored liquid.

  Once finished, I placed it in the sink, filling it up with water to soak so I could wash it when I got back. I took a final glance at the time.

  Five-twenty. By the time I get to the trail it will be five-thirty. Perfect. I'll be back before James leaves. I headed out, locking the door and slipping my keys and access card into the pocket of my tights. I took the stairs down, loving the fifteen flight race to kick-start my adrenaline to train, something I didn't take advantage of often enough.

  Within ten minutes I was on one of the many hidden trails around Nokamato. It ran through three different parks and had other shortcuts to different trails that wound through the outskirts of our city, which was filled with wondrous wildlife and shifters who roamed in their animal forms.

  I began to run, doing my routine of five minutes of intense sprinting followed by five minutes of light jogging, while blasting my workout music— KPOP being one of my favorites. I knew some thought it was weird for me to like KPOP when I was Japanese, but my likes and interests were my own and I wouldn't let my choice of entertainment be tainted by the opinions of others.

  I smiled as I looked at up at the sky, enjoying the transition of all the different shades as the sun began to rise along the horizon. I returned my gaze to the path, moments before I bumped into another runner— both of us tumbling to the ground.

  "Ah, shit! Sorry!" I apologized, scrambling to my feet where I immediately bowed. It was a habit I'd gotten used to and I always forgot I didn't need to show the same level of courtesy to strangers.

  "It's my fault. I wasn't paying attention," the soft voice admitted. "Don’t bow," she ordered.

  I straightened to meet glorious silver eyes; my own turquoise blue ones grew wide as I took in the woman's appearance.

  Her long silver hair was tied in a ponytail, the tips a sapphire blue. Her cheeks were flushed and her pink lips were coated with lip gloss. She wore black shorts and a white and navy blue tank top, short enough to show off her toned abs. I could see the muscle definition in her biceps as she lifted her hand to remove her white headphones, resting them around her neck.

  I followed her lead, taking off my own multicolored headphones as I continued to gawk at her. No fucking way.

  "Ah, I guess you realize who I am, Sealed One." She gave me a smile as her expression softened, her silver eyes showing hints of curiosity as she watched me.

  Sealed One?

  "Um. Yes! I'm terribly sorry, Miss Yuna. Please accept my humble apology." I bowed again, wondering if I should kneel before the strongest magician our community had ever known.

  She laughed; the soothing sound calmed my frantic heart and nerves. I glanced up in confusion.

  "Please, it's six in the morning. No need for such formalities. Especially in the middle of nowhere. What's your name?" she asked.

  I rose up, trying not to fidget at her request.

  "Crimson...Crimson Arashi." I felt ashamed of having to use my full name.

  She frowned, noticing my embarrassment. "Why do you look discouraged? Arashi...ah. You’re Mosuki and Konashi's child. I was disappointed to hear you weren't attending the meeting." She looked curiously at me.

  "Ah...well...you should know about my predicament." I lowered my eyes to the floor.

  "Which is?"

  "I'm human and have no magic abilities," I admitted.

  She was silent for a moment. I looked up to see her eyeing me, her silver eyes glowing vibrantly, her head tilted in wonder.

  "Are
you sure?" she pressed.

  "Yup. Can't do anything magic-wise. Not even a simple candle can be lit by me and I'm no shifter. Father...well, you know how it goes around these parts and in our culture," I explained, knowing Storm was also of Japanese descent, but had Caucasian heritage since her father was Irish and mother was Japanese.

  "I know very well. Expectations and status are far more important than our surname," Storm mumbled, looking deep in thought.

  "Very true. Ah... Well, I shouldn't interrupt your run any longer. You're a busy woman." I realized I was holding her up with my family problems.

  "Crimson. Continue working toward what you want. And I suggest you have a serious talk with your father about your birth," she hinted.

  I blinked, confused by her words. "Serious talk about my birth? Um...okay. Thank you, Miss Yuna." I bowed my head.

  "You’re welcome, Sealed One. I'll be off. Have a pleasant day." She returned my bow with one of her own, a gesture of respect no one had graced me with in years.

  I watched as she began to jog down the path, getting smaller and smaller until she was gone, leaving me standing in utter bewilderment.

  "Sealed One? Is that a term they give to us humans? Keep striving... huh?" I whispered, lifting my hands up to stare at my palms, wishing they could do more than just paint. I longed to be as strong and confident as Storm and prove my father wrong.

  I sighed, ruffling my black and silver locks in frustration. I looked up to the sky, praying for guidance from our ancestors who watched over us. I'll try and confront Father a couple of days from now. That will give me time to emotionally prepare.

  I went back to my jogging, needing a few minutes to warm back up before I started running full force again. After my conversation with Storm, I felt somehow rejuvenated and could push even harder, sprinting for the remaining ten minutes until I reached home.

  I smiled as I put my keys in the keyhole, opening the door and walking into my safe haven. I was so pumped from my workout, doing twelve miles in my allotted time frame. Even with running into Storm, I still managed to break my record.

  "You look happy. Met a friend?"

  I turned my head to see James in his training uniform. The combat gear was black with Japanese symbols in gold and red, a specific uniform given to those of high rank at his training facility.

  "Hey. I did twelve miles today," I announced happily, placing my keys on the table and heading to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

  "In the same amount of time?" He looked impressed.

  "Yup! I even got sidetracked a little, but still was able to surpass my previous best. Maybe today is gonna be a good day," I rejoiced, drinking down the ice-cold water quickly. I sighed in relief, throwing the bottle in the recycle bin next to our garbage can.

  "That's impressive. You haven't slept though, have you?" he asked.

  "Nope. After you went to bed, it took another two hours to finish my latest piece. My client is in Nokamato and paid a large deposit for multiple pieces. I decided I wanted to get it out of the way this week," I explained.

  James turned his head to eye the masterpiece, a smile forming on his lips.

  "It's beautiful. I'm sure they will cherish anything created by you," he whispered.

  "Thanks, James," I replied shyly. It wasn't often I received a compliment from him, unless he was drunk, that is.

  "What time did I come home last night?" he asked.

  "Around three. Was there a party?" I made my way toward him.

  "Nah. I just needed a few drinks. Training is getting a little hectic and my family...well, ya." He sighed, fixing the long sleeves of his black shirt.

  "Ah. Your father is still pressuring you to take over as his first in command?"

  "Of course. He’s always nagging at me to stop acting like a child and take over like his other friends’ children have. I wish our families would think about our well-being, rather than this hierarchical political bullshit. I don't want to be a part of it. Not now, anyway," he huffed.

  I slid my arms around his waist, looking up at him. I was a few inches shorter than him, standing at 5'9”. "Hey, don't get upset so early in the morning," I soothed.

  He nodded, glancing down at my lips. I leaned up to give him a kiss, but he turned his head.

  "Crimson."

  I frowned at his cold tone, dropping my arms to my sides and letting him step back.

  "James, we can’t keep doing this."

  I walked to my room, knowing he would follow me. I pulled off my tank top, taking my drenched sports bra off and throwing both articles of clothing in the laundry bin. I could hear his footsteps as I pulled open the second drawer, which was filled with my loose t-shirts. I threw on a plain shirt, not bothering with a bra.

  By the time he was at the doorway, I had removed my tights, tossing them in with the rest of the dirty clothes before turning to face him. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my nipples that I knew would peek through the thin fabric of my white shirt.

  "Crimson. I didn't mean it like that," he began.

  "James, you can't continue to play with my feelings like this. One minute you’re kissing and fucking me, and the next you're pushing me away! What are we? Friends with benefits? Drunken lovers?" I barked, frustrated with this back and forth problem between us. He was my best friend and I wanted more. Yet, here I was, arguing about the same thing we always did. I needed to know what I meant to him.

  "We're more than that, Crimson."

  "Do you want there to be an ‘us?’” I needed a direct answer.

  "...Yes," he finally admitted.

  I stared at him, unsure whether that answer was enough for me. Why couldn't I have a man who could confidently tell me they loved me?

  "Then why are we always arguing about this, James? I've loved you for three years, yet we can't do what other couples do. We don't kiss outside these walls or go on fancy dates, aside from the bar, which is NOT fancy. Jeez, you don't even hold my hand!" I pointed out the flaws in our so-called relationship.

  "Crimson, you know in detail about the situation I'm currently facing." He tried to defend his behavior.

  "Yes, I'm well aware of the shit we deal with every day because of our 'status.’ You don't want us coming across as lovers just in case your family friends are lurking around blah, blah, blah. We’re on the opposite side of Nokamato. Your family doesn't even come down these parts ‘cause it's not high class enough," I complained.

  "You never know," he mumbled.

  I groaned, rolling my eyes. This discussion won't go anywhere. "You're going to be late," I pointed out. I walked toward him, ready to pass by and go shower when he stopped me, taking a step forward so I couldn't leave the room.

  "James," I warned.

  "I know you're angry, but we're not done talking this out."

  "There's nothing more to talk about. You're going to be late," I stressed.

  His eyes lowered to my chest, which finally clued me in on my shirt dilemma. I huffed, crossing my arms and giving him a defiant pout.

  "Look, Crim... I'm sorry. I know I've put our relationship on hold. I care dearly about you, Crim baby. I just need to sort my family shit out." He used his nickname for me to try and calm me.

  I sighed. "It's fine. I'll be more patient." My eyes dropped to focus on the Japanese characters of his uniform. Anything to avoid his gaze.

  He stepped forward, slipping one arm around me while the other moved under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his analyzing expression. "I'm serious. I'm almost done. Once we finish the meetings with Storm Yuna, I'll have some time off. We can go on dates around Nokamato and even travel around Homatomashi. We'll do all those things couples do, outside in public. Okay?" he suggested.

  "Okay," I replied, even though I knew he wouldn't be able to fulfill his promise. He'd probably forget after a few drinks.

  He gave me a gentle kiss. I tried to resist him, to pull away in defiance, but I simply couldn't, my feelings for him getting the better of me as
I returned his kiss.

  He deepened the kiss; his hand left my chin to rest on my hips, pulling me against him. I groaned, slipping my tongue into his mouth. As we continued, his hands slid to my butt, squeezing my cheeks gently.

  I knew if I didn't stop this, we'd both end up naked and having passionate sex within a matter of minutes. I reluctantly pulled back, giving us a moment to catch our breath as we stared into one another's eyes.

  "You're going to be late," I reminded, giving him a small smile.

  He blinked out of his lust-filled daze, looking at the clock before he cursed. "I'm totally gonna be late!" His words echoed mine and I sighed, shaking my head.

  I leaned up, giving him one more kiss before pulling away. "Train hard. I'll see you tonight."

  "Okay, Crim baby. I'll see you later."

  "Love you."

  "Lo—" he began but was cut off by his phone starting to ring. "Ugh. If that's my Dad, I'm skipping training. Bye, Crim baby," James bid farewell, rushing to the counter to grab his set of keys before running out the door.

  I walked into the living room, staring at the door.

  "Why do I even bother?" I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, taking a deep breath and fanning my eyes in an effort to stop my tears.

  "It's fine, Crimson. You're going to shower, have some coffee, and get lots of work done today. Yup! You don't need silly James. All he's good for is steamy, hot sex. Yes. He's better than a vibrator so you just gotta deal with his issues. Hmm...he gives good head too...ugh! This is just making me horny. Fucking James!" I cursed, stomping to the washroom.

  I just had to remember that for now, I would only be his drunken lover. Not his partner, and not his love.

  I felt myself being picked up, the swaying motion that followed made me wonder where I was being carried to. I struggled to open my heavy eyelids, fighting off the urge to fall back asleep. I finally succeeded in opening them and a person came into focus. I noticed the familiar combat uniform and breathed in the sweet scent of cologne James always wore.