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The Funeral Song	By : Boganwendy Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Funeral Song
- 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with the WWE company and my intentions are not to interact with copyrights and trademarks. No profit is being made from this story and this is purely for fan entertainment. I do not own any of these characters apart from Kyash which is a creation of my own mind.
Full Summary: Despite being with Edge, Lita was desperately in love with her rival and friend Kyash. She just wanted one night with Kyash, away from Edge. But she knew nothing of the mental suffering Edge was giving Kyash until it was too late.
Pairing: Lita/OC. Hints of Lita/Edge, Trish/OC and Trish/Jericho
Story Codes: Angst, Language, Violence, Toys, F/F, Character Death, Suicide, COMPLETE.
Warnings: This story contains suicide. Obviously if you are sensitive to this kind of writing, you shouldn’t read any further.
A/N: This is my first attempt at F/F and most likely not my last. The feelings of depression in this story reminds me greatly of my own battle with anxiety and depression. Unfortunately, this story does not have a happy ending…
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The Funeral Song.
~*~
Lita, I do love you. I love you much more than life itself, but I will not be a second fiddle. You have Edge. Forgive me when I say that we cannot be together while you are with Edge. I’m sorry. I love you.
“I love you.” Lita repeated those three words out loud, recalling the small note she found in her locker a month before. Each time she repeated the words, her heart broke bit by bit until there was nothing left. The only one who could repair her heart was Kyash.
Kyash. That beautiful woman. She was bound for glory yet she found herself trapped in Trish Stratus’ iron grip. Lita could only watch from afar as Kyash was pushed against her will. Kyash was the only reason Lita remained in the WWE; she loved her that much.
She dreaded the upcoming segment that she hosted. Kyash and her partner Trish would speak of their alliance with Kane and Big Show who would also be in the segment. Lita knew Trish would flaunt her relationship with Kyash right in front of Lita’s face. Lita often saw Kyash being pushed against the wall, practically smothered in Trish’s love. If that WAS love.
Tonight, she would be hosting with Edge, her boyfriend, and Randy Orton. She didn’t want to do this, knowing that she would have to talk to Trish and Kyash. She couldn’t hurt such a beautiful woman that Kyash was. But Kyash kept her work at work and her personal emotions back in the locker room, so Lita would have to do the same.
“Lita, our segment is next. Come on.” Randy called out from the end of the hall. Lita sighed softly, it was time. Edge was already at the start of the ramp, waiting for the other two. Each step down the ramp, Lita grew more and more depressed.
Lita could hear the cat calls, the faint sounds of the fans cheering and booing, and the fragments of her heart breaking. But she had to put on a brave face. She couldn’t bring her personal problems to work; she did this for the fans. So as she walked down the ramp, Lita tried her best to smile and wave to the fans when the Rated RKO theme had begun.
Next was Big Show who had his usual grin on his face, waving to his fans that were cheering for the big man. Kane was next and stood beside Big Show, his smirk appearing and fading like a flash of lightning. The two men had frowns on their face when they looked towards the start of the ramp.
On the silver screen, footage of Kyash and Trish’s break up earlier was plaster on the screen. Kyash was screaming angrily at an upset Trish Stratus after she had found out that Trish had slept with Chris Jericho. Lita’s eyes widened when Kyash stated she was leaving Trish and that she had regretted ruining her friendship with Lita.
The start of Kyash’s music began and finally, Kyash appeared. She looked no less dangerous than she usually did, despite the obvious rage flaring in her ice blue eyes. She pulled herself up into the ring and her eyes softened at Lita. Kyash frowned slightly and looked away.
“We would like to welcome you three into the Rated RKO segment. I’m sure everyone would like us to start with you, Kyash, and your sudden break up with Trish. Are you feeling alright?” Edge asked, waving his hand over the chairs that were in the ring.
Kyash’s eyes flashed and she stared at Edge. “Am I feeling alright? I just left my cheating skank of a girlfriend and before that, I ruined a friendship with someone who I love and respect so much. How the hell do you think I am feeling?” Kyash spat, moving to stand but was kept down by Big Show’s hand resting gently on her shoulder.
“Love and respect? Could that person be someone in the WWE?” Edge asked. He knew the answer, he just wanted to push Kyash for answers.
“Yes, it’s someone in the WWE.”
“In the RAW brand?”
“Yes.”
“In the ring right now?”
“…Yes.”
Lita’s eyes widened when she saw Kyash’s body twitch. Never had she seen Kyash look so nervous in her entire life. Let alone blatantly admit she wanted someone in the WWE. Please… Please Kyash.. Say it’s me that you love. Please…
Edge’s lips curled to a grin when he noticed Lita staring wide eyed at Kyash. “So, it is someone in this very ring. Is it someone from your team or from Rated RKO?” His grin widened when Kyash had flinched.
“Someone from Rated RKO.” Kyash’s eyes closed, her teeth biting down into her bottom lip. The cheers of the fans were deafening in support but Kyash just didn’t feel right. She felt so strange. Lita… “It’s Lita.”
The crowd roared in displeasure when Kyash rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp. Trish Stratus’ music began and Trish made her way down the ramp, pushing past Kyash and ran towards Lita, determined to harm the woman that had ruined everything. A strong hand gripped Trish’s hair and slammed her into the ramp. Kyash stood over Trish, her teeth bared.
Kyash looked up, Lita in front of her and her hands smoothing across her arms. Emotional and mental pain was etched on Kyash’s face as she too, attacked Lita. A quick right hand and Lita was knocked back, stumbling down the ramp. Edge and Randy sprinted up the ramp, only to be pushed back by Kyash’s kicks to the chest.
Her foot rested on Trish’s chest and then used her foot to slam the woman flat on her back, the back of her head smacked on the ramp. The deranged grin, her white teeth exposed in a fierce look was something no one had seen before.
Kyash’s actions were clear once Chris Jericho ran down the ramp to tend to Trish but was knocked unconscious by a hard elbow to the face.
“I quit.” Kyash threw the microphone back down onto the floor. Kane and Big Show were left standing in the ring without their female partner.
~*~
Kyash’s eyes etched open, red raw from the tears she had shed after she left the arena. She laid sprawled on her hotel bed, ignoring her mobile that was ringing. Other superstars were on the other side of the phone, trying each minute to speak to Kyash.
Her depression grew each second. She knew that Lita would be in the arms of her boyfriend Edge. Such beauty being held back from her was so painful. It drove her on the brink of suicide. And each night, Edge would call Kyash on the phone, constantly teasing Kyash with the sounds of Lita’s moans and cries as he fucked her.
A soft tapping caught Kyash’s attention and she slowly sat up. A sigh escaped her lips and she trudged to the door. It swung wide upon as Lita bustled inside, her arms tightly wrapped around Kyash’s waist. Lita sobbed loudly into Kyash’s neck, the redhead clutching at the dark haired girl for dear life. “Kyash! Kyash!”
Lita was beside herself, her hands splayed across Kyash’s pale face, her eyes wide and full of fear. “I-I was so worried about you.”
Kyash eyed the red mark on Lita’s cheek, her expression changing from anger to regret. “I’m sorry…”
Lita shook her head. She knew that Kyash didn’t mean to hit her. “It’s ok. I knew you didn’t mean it. It was an accident.” Lita watched as Kyash chewed upon her bottom lip, an unsettling nervous look appearing on the woman’s features. “Kyash, are you ok?”
The chewing ceased and a weak smile appeared on Kyash’s face. “Yeah, I‘m fine.”
Kyash’s hands had left her sides and trailed up Lita’s. How Lita graced her life just with her presence was something that Kyash had wanted to have for so long. Her hands cupped Lita’s face carefully in her palms, her thumb carefully tracing Lita’s pouted bottom lip. Ice blue eyes met with a soft green, Kyash leaning forward to dot a small kiss upon Lita’s lips.
Lita whimpered, leaning towards the female with unbridled desire for her. Kyash’s hands tightened on Lita’s face, then gently pushed her away. “I can’t do this.”
Lita’s eyes widened. Kyash was rejecting her? “K-Kyash.. Please.. Please don’t leave me.. Please..” Lita begged, her small hands gripping Kyash’s wrists to keep the woman there.
“I can’t, Lita. You have Edge. You need to leave.” Lita wailed as she was pulled to the door. “Forgive me Lita.” Kyash stood in front of the door, staring at the struggling woman in her grip. Lita had to go. But it wouldn’t hurt to have the woman stay the night just one last time.
“Lita…” Kyash murmured, her hands cupping Lita’s face again. Her lips claimed Lita’s in a soft kiss, Lita whimpering and clutching at the other woman for dear life. The kiss grew more passionate, more rougher as their tongues met, constantly licking and brushing against one another.
Kyash pulled away, her thumbs caressing Lita’s pouted bottom lip. “One night, Lita.” Kyash leaned down, her lips dotting damp kisses around the curve of Lita’s neck, her fingers lacing in the redhead’s hair. “
Lita sobbed. She felt like she was going to die without the other woman’s touch. “Kyash.. I need you.. Please.”
Lifting Lita gently and laying her down the middle of the bed, Kyash lingered over Lita, taking the time to admire the woman that had eluded her for so long. Kyash began to dot kisses around Lita’s neck once again, feeling her pulse beat rapidly underneath her lips.
“Shut your eyes.” Kyash muttered in Lita’s ear. Lita felt Kyash’s weight lift off the bed and the rustling of clothing being removed. “You can open.” Kyash’s voice rasped and Lita’s hazel eyes etched open.
Standing at the end of the bed was Kyash, her long black hair draped like a shadow over her shoulders, her naked chest rising and falling with deep, shallow breaths. Lita’s eyes followed the large mythical dragon that was tattooed on Kyash’s right arm, all the way up to her neck. Kyash’s piercing pale eyes were transfixed on Lita’s matching hazel.
Now I see the light.
Lita reached up for Kyash, using the woman’s long hair to gently pull the woman down on top of her. She took Kyash’s lips with hers, forcing her mouth open and dipping her tounge into the other woman’s mouth. Their tongues met; lapping, licking and swirling around the other. Kyash’s hands had gripped the large mounds of flesh on Lita’s chest. Lita moaned in appreciation, sitting up slightly and breaking the kiss momentarily to pull off her shirt.
Throwing the garment, followed by her bra aside, Lita watched the delighted expression appear on Kyash’s face. “I take it you like what you see.”
A low chuckle came from Kyash and she rolled Lita’s nipples between her index and thumb. She leaned down further, taking Lita’s right nipple into her mouth. Her mouth sucked the hard nipple, her teeth nipping, her tounge caressing and soothing the soft sting of her bite. Kyash’s other hand slipped up, taking Lita’s other breast into her hand and squeezing the mound.
“There’s a lot you don’t know, Lita.” Kyash sat up and wiggled her body down so her head was positioned between her lover’s legs. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Her arms wrapped around Lita’s thighs, lifting the woman’s backside up slightly as her tounge pushed deep into Lita’s slick tunnel.
“K-Kyash!” Lita cried. Her walls clenched as Kyash’s tounge curled and wiggled. Each spear of the tounge, the caressing of her inner wall and the fact that it was Kyash and no one else drove Lita insane. Her cries of pleasure became screams of delight. In a show of dominance, Lita’s fingers had curled in Kyash’s hair, keeping the other woman in place as she practically kissed between her legs.
Pleasure seemed to consume Lita’s entire body. She screamed again, her climax taking over her body. Her tunnel clenched over Kyash’s tounge, liquid pouring into the other woman’s willing mouth. Slurping, sucking and licking up what had begun to flow from Lita, Kyash knew that she would never have Lita again.
In a fit of desperation, Kyash scrambled over the bed and reached for the strap on that was in her bag. Lita watched, trying to control her breathing as her lover pulled the plastic on. The plastic organ stood erect, Lita’s breathing sharpening when Kyash lurked back over her body.
“I love you.” Kyash murmured, thrusting the plastic deep into Lita’s pulsing heat. Resting on her forearms, Kyash leaned over Lita’s squirming body. Her lips parted, pressing against Lita’s sweat covered brow as the woman clutched onto her for dear life.
Tears began to fall down Kyash’s face, such utter pleasure was racking through her body. Just hearing the cries of pleasure that came from Lita was heaven. Each thrust of her hips, Lita’s nails scoring into her back and hips, the blessed cries echoing in the room.
Sweat mingled with tears, Kyash driving the plastic deeper and deeper into Lita’s willing heat, their eyes transfixed and mirroring the love between them. Lita’ s hand left Kyash’s hips and cupped her face, pulling the woman down and crushing her lips against hers.
In that single moment of embrace, Lita moaned into Kyash’s mouth, her walls clenched tight over the plastic arousal and coating it with a slick coat; never had she orgasmed twice in one night from the same person. Kyash moaned also, her tounge wrapped around Lita’s. Her climax was much more sedated as it poured down her thighs and onto the bed sheets.
The thrusting continue until Kyash collapse beside Lita. The redhead immediately cuddled into her lover, allowing Kyash’s arm to wrap around her body and hold her there.
Lita drifted off to sleep, warmed by the afterglow of lovemaking and the heat of love emitting from Kyash. However, she didn’t notice Kyash’s tears as they fell from her eyes. She didn’t hear the soft words from Kyash as the woman slipped off the bed and to a desk.
Forgive me Lita…
~*~
As the sunlight shone down through the parted curtains, Lita awoke to an empty bed. Beside her, a letter laid on the pillow where Kyash was. Where Kyash had gone, Lita had no idea… until she opened the letter…
Lita. When you have finished reading this letter, I would have fallen to my death. Forgive me as I do something so selfish as to take my own life. This is not your fault. But I need to explain my reasons why.
Every night, Edge used to call me and taunt the fact that I did not have you. He would hold onto the phone as he fucked you. He made sure that I could hear your moans for him to keep going. Knowing this and remembering that I would never have you always brought me on the edge of suicide.
Lita, knowing that I cannot have you after this…It kills me. So before heartbreak shows itself, I will end my own life. You were the only thing that kept me alive.
I’m sorry Lita, that this will hurt you. I’m sorry that I am being so selfish. But please know that I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. All my thoughts are with you forever..
Kyash.
Her heart racing, Lita dropped the note and pulled on a nightgown. Running down the hotel steps, two at a time, the commotion at the bottom of the lobby was getting deafening. It was until she saw the crowd… the tearful faces of the other superstars, hotel occupants and police officers.
Kyash laid on the floor, her body broken, blood pouring from the crack in the back of her head, her open mouth and ears. Her eyes were shut, though her chest was still heaving. She was still alive..
Lita screamed, running down the last few steps and pulled the broken body of her lover into her arms.
“No.. No no.. Kyash.. No!” Lita wailed, her sobs echoing in the hotel lobby. “Kyash!.. Please.. Wake up.. Wake up!”
Slowly, Kyash’s eyes etched open. “I love you.” It was the final three words that Lita ever heard from Kyash as her lover dropped off into an eternal rest.
Lita was frozen. Kyash laid dead in her arms and Lita couldn’t move.
Fired, Lita stood up and reached for a gun that one of the officers had in the holster. She gripped it tightly, pointing it directly at Edge who was standing at the front of the crowd. “You fucking asshole! You killed her!”
Edge took a step back, raising his hands up. “Lita.. I’m sorry. I didn’t know she’d do this..” His eyes closed when her finger slipped on the trigger. He prepared for the evidential white hot pain that would ripple through his body and the eternal darkness that would follow.
However, that pain never came. The eternal darkness never came. A shot was fired and Lita had fallen on top of Kyash, the bullet lodged deep within her brain cavity. A painful death had come to Lita, made worse by the broken heart she had suffered.
And it was then, did Edge realise what he had done…
~*~ End.
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