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Meaningless
I don’t even know what could have come over me at that instant.
I could almost see the look of shock upon his face, almost. In all honesty, Uruha wasn’t one to show his emotions. In the short time I’d known him, I’d never seen him smile; not once. But in reality, we had a rather grudging relationship.
We had only one thing in common, and that was Aoi. Nothing else kept us together other than him, the beautiful raven-haired boy who seemed so oblivious to everything, but in reality he wasn’t. It just seemed like it, at first, but once you got to know him, he was a real b***h.
Not that I was complaining, though. I like my guys to be bitchy; but all I’m saying is that looks can be deceiving. And our little trio was a strange group, as far as onlookers were concerned. But of course, we all loved each other in one way or another. Even if we didn’t always show it.
You see, Uruha was like our leader; the ‘master’, we called him. Out in public he was stoic, rarely spoke, and hated public displays of affection.
However, there was a completely different side to him when it came to sex. He was pretty cool outside of the bedroom, but once he was in the mood for it, we either gave him what he wanted or suffered the consequences.
That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though, at least not for me. It was always Aoi who got it bad; he was always the one on the bottom, submitting to Uruha’s commands. I actually put up a fight, however. Even though I knew it hurt him, Aoi still seemed to enjoy it, either way. And if it didn’t feel so damn good, I’d have stopped to think about it from time to time.
But we knew Uruha loved us in his own way, he just wasn’t good with letting us know. His actions spoke louder than words, quite frankly.
Apparently being in the middle finally got to my head. Our relationship was set; Uruha was the dominant one, I was in the middle, and Aoi was at the bottom in our little ranking system. No one questioned it, since that was always how it had been.
Well, there had to be some pros to being on the bottom; why the hell else would Aoi enjoy it so much, then?! As far as I knew, he was no masochist, either, so it couldn’t possibly hurt that bad.
Of course I had no idea, since whenever we did have sex, even though it was pretty often, we never switched up the positions. And it was always all three of us, or none of us. That’s how it worked.
I lay down on the couch, my head resting in Uruha’s lap as he brushed the hair out of my eyes ever so gently. I actually really liked that about him, how he could be so gentle, but rough in bed. Speaking of which, I still had those marks from where he bit my leg not too long ago…
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, swiping my tongue over his bottom lip. Of course he tasted like alcohol. Not surprising in the least.
He didn’t resist, instead cupping my cheek in his hand and forcing my mouth open, his tongue invading and toying with my own tongue for a bit. After a bit he pulled away and smirked at me, his eyes half-lidded, as well.
It seemed we were interrupted by Aoi, who somehow managed to sneak in and straddle my waist, grinning wickedly down at me. I couldn’t help but smirk, too, raising my hand to cup his cheek and pull him down for a kiss instead. His lip ring scraped against my lip, a small wave of extra pleasure washing over me.
God, I was already getting hard… Apparently Aoi noticed it, too, because he raised an eyebrow, his lip twitching a bit as he slid his hand down to my crotch, squeezing my already hard c**k through my jeans. I couldn’t help but moan, but either way, maybe this time I’d finally get to bottom.
My vision was getting hazy, but I could definitely see Uruha grab Aoi’s wrist and rip his hand away from my pants.
“You always seem to get flustered easily.” I could hear Uruha’s voice, and it was several octaves lower than usual. “Get up. Bedroom. Now.” He commanded, and I could tell he was aroused, too, by the way he hurried to the room, pulling Aoi along behind him by the wrist.
And of course the b***h was smiling, most likely trying to piss Uruha off. Or me. Or even both of us, perhaps. It was hard to tell. Al I knew was that I wanted to take my frustrations out on him and pound the living daylights out of that gorgeous body of his. That was one of the things that separated Uruha and me; he could control his temper much better than I could.
I walked into the bedroom and watched as Uruha slammed the door closed, locking it. It was out of habit, really, since there was no one else in the house except us, so it wasn’t like anyone would catch us doing it.
He turned back to both of us and glared, and we both immediately shrank back against each other. I almost forgot how scary Uruha was when he was angry. But then again, we kind of had been deprived of sex for a few weeks, so it could end up being a good thing. Who knows.
“Take his clothes off.” Uruha growled, nodding toward me, and I turned and hurried with what he commanded me to do.
I could see Aoi was tense; even though we had seen Uruha like this before, it was still just as frightening as it had been the first time. He was unpredictable, and we knew better than to challenge him right now.
He walked over to the bed and pulled a switchblade from beneath the pillow, flicking it open and examining it.
I turned back to my task of undressing Aoi, having already pulled his shirt off, but now I had to get his pants undone. It was good that Uruha was too busy admiring the blade to notice me stop and stare at him suspiciously. I honestly didn’t know he had one of those; how did I manage to not notice it when it was under the pillow?
My attention returned to Aoi, who was laying back against the sheets with his eyes half-lidded and staring down at me, mouth slightly opened. He sure did look like a whore right now, and I was hoping I’d get to ******** him soon.
I practically tore his pants off, throwing them onto the floor and straddling his waist. He was watching Uruha intently, obviously aware of the fact that the other man had a knife and he was most likely going to use it on one of soon.
Sighing, I leaned down and pressed my mouth against his, hoping it would calm him down, but I was met with a literal stab in the back.
“What are you doing?” Again with the low sexy growling from Uruha. I arched my back a bit as the tip of the blade was pressing against just below my shoulder blade, penetrating and drawing blood, which fell in tiny warm droplets down my back.
With a moan of pain, I turned my head to see Uruha glaring at me, eyebrows furrowed. I swallowed, hissing as he dug the knife deeper into my flesh and my eyes fluttered closed slightly.
“I asked you a question.” It was harsh, the way he was treating me, and I was at a loss for words, anyway. He was expecting an answer, though, and he seemed impatient now. I shouldn’t keep him waiting…
“And … you expected me to wait for you? There’s no way in hell. I’m… tired of-” He impaled the knife deeper still into my back, pulling it down a bit and dragging it slowly. I could tell he was truly angry now. My voice faltered as I hissed in pain; there was, of course, that feeling of dread present again. This would most likely not end well. “-I’m tired of you constantly… Getting your way.”
I couldn’t believe I just said that. But I’d have to suffer the consequences; sure, it was nice to have someone control me, I agree, but not to this extremity.
And of course, I instantly regretted saying anything when I felt the sting on my cheek, and the loud clinking of my glasses landing against the wall, shattering to pieces. I could feel Aoi tense under me instantly; he could obviously tell where this was going. Where had Uruha gotten this from? He was never like this before. I was beginning to wonder why he was doing this, why the hell he was so violent.
If only Uruha wasn’t so physically strong, maybe I’d stand a chance against him. Oh, hell with it, I thought, tackling Uruha and pushing him back against the mattress, trying to pin him down.
It worked for maybe two seconds, but he managed to flip me over and pin me to the bed, instead, his blood-covered hands squeezing my wrists painfully. Aoi simply sat there fearfully, looking on. He looked confused; legs shut tightly, hands in his lap, hair falling in his face in a way that made him look innocent but it was obvious he was anything but. He flinched as he watched us struggle against each other, battling for dominance.
Obviously Aoi was afraid to intervene at this point, but it was partly due to the fact that he knew his place, almost too well, if I may add. He would never even think to do anything against the other man due to his obvious infatuation with him. Anything that would make Uruha happy was what Aoi would do, and that was that.
Another thing I’d like to add is that, most likely, he has no idea what to do at this very moment; whether to stop us from being at each other’s throats or to simply allow us to settle whatever it is we’re trying to settle, he was obviously a decision worth thinking over. And it seemed he chose to simply sit there and watch, for his own sake. I don’t blame him, though, because fighting with Uruha is pretty painful, and Aoi isn’t the most muscular guy, to be honest. Actually, he has a pretty girly figure, so he’d probably be crushed in a fight against either one of us.
So of course, after rolling around for a bit on the bed, Uruha managed to push us both off, with me landing on the floor with a thud, and it was distraction enough for him to successfully pin me down with my hands above my head. No matter how humiliating it was, I secretly enjoyed it. By then he seemed to have regained some of his good humor, sitting up and pinning my hips down while smirking triumphantly down at me. If he wasn’t so heavy, I’d have tried to push him off, but it was hopeless now.
I heard another thud and for some reason Aoi had fallen off of the bed and was now laying face-first not too far away from us on the floor, but the reason for this, I didn’t know the slightest.
For the first time in those few minutes I felt something on my face and realized it was my own blood from when Uruha had slapped me across the face after rubbing his hands all over my bloody back. Speaking of which, we were most likely going to have to buy a new carpet after this whole episode, seeing as my blood was probably all over the beige colored fibers, soaking it through beyond repair.
“Get the hell over here, Aoi.” Uruha commanded, and his expression immediately darkened again as he motioned for Aoi to come over. The other got up slowly and positioned himself next to me, sitting on his knees. He stared at him with wide eyes, as if he were afraid of what Uruha would do to him, and again, he had reason to be afraid. I didn’t even know what Uruha was thinking right now.
Surprisingly, Uruha slid off of me and leaned over to gently kiss Aoi, completely ignoring me. Instead, he immersed himself in pulling the other into his lap and kissing him passionately, leaving me to pull myself up, thanking the God that I was beginning to believe existed that Uruha wasn’t paying any attention to me anymore. I turned around briefly to confirm my suspicions; the carpet was, in fact, covered with my blood, but then I turned away from it to watch the two make out in front of me. And of course I finally realized that I was really aroused and obviously the scene in front of me wasn’t making my condition any better.
Seeing as they probably weren’t going to include me any time soon, I slipped my hand into my pants, hoping to relieve myself but of course, Uruha stopped me. Apparently he’d been watching me and it wasn’t pleased with the fact that I was going to take care of myself. He glared at me and although he did look pretty scary, I didn’t let him faze me. Smirking, I grabbed my aching c**k and stroked it slowly; I moaned quietly, savoring the look of pure venom that he threw at me.
His hand fell away from my wrist and he leaned over to me, biting the side of my neck harshly and sucking at the skin, causing me to whimper in pain, but I continued to drag my hand at an agonizingly slow pace along my c**k, until he decided to grab my wrist again, this time wrenching my hand out of my pants.
Twilight: A Parody
“I’d never given much thought to how I would die – though I’d have reason enough in the past few months – but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew if I’d never gone to Forks, I wouldn’t be facing death right now.”
My mother drove me to the airport in the afternoon; I stared out the window absently, the bright Denver sun shining in through the windows, which were rolled down all the way, my long black hair whipping against my face.
I was on my way to Washington. Forks, Washington, to be exact; the place where my father William, who I called Bill, lived.
Honestly, I hated Forks; I’d gone there for thirteen years for summer vacation, until I finally decided to vacation in California instead. I hated the weather in Forks, and I loved the sunny warm weather of Denver and California.
But it was a wonder I was so pale, being in the sun all of the time. And my mother looked the same, actually; all of my physical traits were inherited from her. It still surprised me how although my father was American, I managed to retain the look of an ethnic Japanese person, instead of looking like a freak that didn’t belong to either the Caucasian or Japanese culture, specifically.
“Aoi,” My mother said for the thousandth time today, “You know you don’t have to go.”
I groaned, and lied as best as I could. “But I want to go. I’ll be fine.”
“Take care of yourself, then.”
“I will.” I said softly.
She sighed, hugged me tightly, and I was off, a five hour flight away from my destination.
“Bye, mom.” Was the last thing I said before she was lost from view.
It wasn’t that planes unnerved me, no, but the drive home with Bill would be awkward, definitely. I wasn’t looking forward to that, to be honest. Mom insisted that I call him ‘Dad’ though…
About five hours later, and I stumbled off the plane, slightly dazed, and Bill caught me before I tripped over my own feet. We gathered my bags, and about an hour later I was driving shotgun in Bill’s black 2001 Mustang.
“You haven’t changed much.” He said, and I nodded absentmindedly, staring out the window. It was pouring rain, and I was already dreading my decision, but I couldn’t change my mind now. There would be no home to go back to in Denver, anyway.
“I found a good car for you.” He added, and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from grimacing.
“Thanks, dad, but you really didn’t have to. I was going to buy my own car, anyway…” I insisted, but he continued anyway. “It was cheap, but I think you’ll like it.”
Great. A cheap car… I guess I could work with that.
“Where did you get it?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“You remember Billy Black, from La Push?” He asked, but of course I had a tendency to forget any memories that were painful to bear.
“No.”
“We used to go fishing with him… He’s in a wheelchair now, but I bought the car from him. It’s a Chevy, actually.”
“What year is it?”
“He bought it in 1984, but it wasn’t new. It might have been in the 50’s, though.” He replied.
I couldn’t blame the guy for trying to make my life in Forks a little bit better, so I guess it was the thought that counts…
It turned out that Bill had enrolled me in Forks High School, which was a small school, but either way, I would be looked down upon. I was so pumped for tomorrow…
Maybe, if I looked like a normal boy from Denver, I could work this to my advantage, but I knew that wasn’t the case. I wasn’t tall, nor was I bleached-blond and tanned. My pale skin and black hair were the complete opposite of a stereotypical person’s from around where I was from. I wasn’t muscular, either, which would probably guarantee that I wouldn’t get any girls to go out with me. Not that it mattered, though; I wasn’t too crazy about dating, honestly.
Back home I was told I looked like a girl, but I never understood that at all, but now as I stood in front of the mirror I realized it was true. I never had taken time to do that, and I smirked at my reflection. I hope people didn’t mistake me for one tomorrow…
I awoke the next morning and realized that Bill had already left for work, leaving me to make my own breakfast and drive myself to school. It wasn’t too bad, though, since mom had taught me to cook, and I ran out the door, donning my rain jacket and hopping into my new Chevy. It was old, a faded red color, but I found myself strangely attracted to it.
Oh, who was I kidding… I snorted to myself, knowing full well that I was lying. I hated the thing, it was over fifty years old and it looked like it was from a dump. Bill obviously had terrible taste in cars…
I wondered briefly about how long it would take me to save up for a Porsche, but then decided I would be late if I wasted anymore time, reluctantly climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the car, groaning and hoping I didn’t die of embarrassment. All the cool kids were probably going to laugh at me.
And of course, I could already feel my face heating up, so I pulled out of the driveway hesitantly, looking back to avoid accidentally running over one of my neighbors.
Something popped out and screamed, causing me to scream as well, and I saw that it was a person, so I jammed the breaks, hard.
“Hi, I’m Jacob!” The person yelled, flailing around like an idiot. I noticed he had a heavily Southern-sounding accent. How strange…
I opened the door and clambered out of the car, stomping over to Jacob and glaring at him. So this was the guy my father told me about once, right? He sure seemed like an idiot, standing behind a moving vehicle like that.
Now wasn’t the time for introductions, so I simply stared at him for a moment.
“I have to go to school.” I said bluntly.
“Well I’m going to disappear off the face of the planet in a few minutes, so you won’t see me again.” He answered, grinning stupidly. Again, I glared at him. I was going to be late for school, and then cause myself even more embarrassment.
“What on earth are you talking about?” I inquired, my eyebrow raised. Really, I had no time for this nonsense.
“We’re in a story right now, and it’s based off another story… And in that other story, I’m only in like, one scene, and that’s my only appearance and… stuff.”
“Okay…”
I turned around and hopped back into the car, proceeding to back the car up, running over Jacob in the process.
Trying to drive over the body was a bit bumpy, but otherwise, at least I got to school early. And that annoying pest Jacob would never bother me again.
I drove to school smiling and humming an idle tune, turning into the parking lot, my smile faltering. Too many people, and they were all watching me…
So I got out of the car and sprinted to building one, where I got my class schedule.
I felt pretty awkward, since everyone was staring at me as I walked down the hallway. The girls were whispering to each other and shooting me glances that looked like a cross between envy and anger. And the guys, they simply all gawked at me like I was a piece of meat. Which was really strange. I wanted to tell them to mind their own business, wondering all the while if any of the males at this school were actually straight.
For the first time that day, I met someone who didn’t glare or gawk at me like I was a celebrity. His name was Kai, and he was probably the only normal person around here. He showed me around the school, which was nice, but I couldn’t help but feel like he was constantly standing too close to me. Paranoia, perhaps…
Anyway, Kai introduced me to some of his friends at lunch: Reita, who was another weird one, he honestly looked like he cut a piece of a table cloth and tied a strap of it across his nose. I had to bit my lip to keep from laughing at him whenever I saw him.
Ruki was another one of Kai’s friends; he was shy, like me, but he was pretty short, shorter than my 5’4”, which is still short for a boy my age. He was friendly, and didn’t talk much, but he was pretty nice to have around. Apparently he was in some of my classes, so I’d have someone to sit with.
There were about eight other people sitting with us whose names I didn’t bother remembering right now.
Of course, I couldn’t help but be looking around the cafeteria, noticing a group of five teenagers sitting alone.
I pondered why that was the case, seeing as every single one of them was beautiful, radiant even. They sat in a corner alone, not talking, not eating; simply staring off into space and being amongst themselves. Apparently they chose to be alone, because with those looks, they could have the whole school after them.
But no one seemed to pay attention to them at all, as if they weren’t even there.
I stared at them, since it was safe to say that they wouldn’t be looking in my direction anytime soon. There were three boys, and two girls, all sitting huddled together. One boy looked like he was in pain, his lips twisted into a frown and his arms wrapped around himself, overall looking ill; even his hair was rather thin and worn-looking, as if he fried it. The boy next to him, however, was the complete opposite; he was definitely healthy, strong, and muscular; he probably played football. His hair was dark brown, covering his eyes slightly and reaching his jaw.
Now the boy farthest to the right was something different altogether. He was attractive; slight, feminine, his golden hair falling down to his shoulders in soft wisps, framing his perfect face. I stared at him a moment too long and felt my face heating up, then proceeded to examine the girls instead.
The two girls were polar opposites of each other: one was raven-haired, her hair reaching half-way down her back; she was tall, and overall, she looked like she could be a model in any fashion magazine. The other girl was shorter, thinner, and had the appearance of a faerie of some sort, her face pointed almost like an elf, blond hair cut short to the nape of her neck.
I turned to Kai, trying to hide my embarrassment, but wanting to know desperately something about those people, anything at all.
“Kai, who are they?”
“Who are you talking about?” He asked, perplexed.
“Those five kids over there in the corner.” I pointed to them, hoping they wouldn’t notice me. I hoped that one of them wouldn’t suddenly turn their head and embarrass me…
“Oh, the Kriemhilds and the Ambroses? They’re freaks, that’s who they are.” He spat, obviously not too fond of them. “The blonde girl is Mirelle Kriemhild; she’s probably the most normal of them all. And the other girl is Serenity Ambrose, she’s not that bad, I guess.” He paused, narrowing his eyes.
“How about the guys? What are their names?” I pestered him, seeing as he stopped to glare at them. He seemed to snap out of his trance, though.
“Oh, the sick looking one is Feldspar Krimhild. The one who looks like he would want to tear your throat out, that’s Tora Ambrose. I would suggest not going anywhere near him, though.” He sounded slightly nervous, but I urged him to continue. “Go on.” I said, almost irritatedly.
“And of course, there’s Kouyou Kriemhild, the guy everyone wants to date. And I mean it when I say everyone.” He ended this statement with a red tint shading his cheeks, looking away quickly trying to hide his discomfort.
“He’s also the only one of the group who’s single.” Reita added, turning to the two of us. He had obviously been listening to our conversation.
“What do you mean? They’re all… dating each other?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah, Feldspar and Mirelle are a couple, and so are Tora and Serenity. The only two straight guys in this school, too.” Reita said, grinning. I was kind of taken aback by his statement, but I didn’t show my surprise.
I stared at Kouyou again, blocking out everything else that was around me, fixing my gaze on him for way longer than necessary. He still didn’t even look up or meet my gaze or anything, being content with staring off into space. Mirelle got up to throw her lunch away; she hadn’t eaten anything, simply tossing the apple and untouched food and walking out of the cafeteria. The other four sat there in silence, not even acknowledging that she had left.
It was then that I noticed that they all had dark circles under their eyes, as if they hadn’t slept for days; even Mirelle, I reminded myself, she had that same look about her. They all had pale skin that was paler than mine, which was hard to believe. How curious…
The bell rang, signaling for us to go to our next period classes. Kai and Ruki walked me to biology, which was nice of them, but when we go there the two retreated to sit together in the back. I looked around the room and saw Kouyou sitting at one of the desks in the center of the room, glaring up at me, his eyes black with anger. I turned away and walked to the teacher’s desk to get my textbook and a seat, realizing that I would have to take the seat next to Kouyou since it was the only one left. Thankfully the teacher, Mr. Ramsley, didn’t make me introduce myself.
I hesitantly slipped into the seat beside Kouyou, placing my textbook down lightly and turning to the front of the classroom as Mr. Ramsley started talking about cellular division. I had no idea what that was supposed to be, so I had to take notes. They didn’t teach us about this in basic biology back in Denver, now that I thought about it.
My hair created a curtain between us, but I could still see through it a bit; Kouyou was sitting as far away from me as possible, his knuckles white from his hands being balled into extremely painful, tight fists. He was tense the entire time, staring at me as if I had something wrong with me, looking ill the entire time.
I grabbed a clump of hair and smelled it, wondering if that could be the reason he was acting so strange. Maybe he was allergic to peach-scented shampoo, I thought, my face reddening as I pulled my gaze away from him to continue copying my notes. Whatever it was I was copying down made no sense whatsoever, but I didn’t want to ask him for help; he didn’t seem like he was in the mood to talk right now.
Thankfully, biology was over and I was free to leave, but not before I saw Kouyou turn and leave. He walked quickly, yet somehow gracefully, and I felt like an idiot just standing there, staring after him and gawking at him, my face flushed with embarrassment. I had to stop doing that.
“Aren’t you Yuu Shiroyama?” I was snapped out of my daze, thankfully, by another short, cute, blonde haired fellow.
“Just call me Aoi.” I corrected him. It was weird how everyone knew me, even if I was only here for a day.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He said, smiling. “I’m Hiroto, by the way.” He added, extending a hand in greeting. I shook his hand hesitantly, wondering why everyone was being so nice to me; it wasn’t expected, seeing as bad luck and I were usually a pair.
“So I see you were sitting with Kriemhild in biology.” He stated, glaring at the way the other boy had left a few seconds ago. “He was staring at you as if you were some delicacy. And I know pretty much all of the guys here aren’t exactly straight, but still…” He rambled, pouting.
I decided to play dumb, which wasn’t hard, actually, because I swear I’m mentally retarded. “He doesn’t usually act like that?”
“Nah, he’s usually a stuck-up jackass, but he was even worse today.” He answered, leading me down the hallway.
“By the way, the only reason I’m talking to you is because the author needs more characters at this point. I honestly don’t care about you, I’m just making conversation.” He stated bluntly, and I eyed him suspiciously.
“…What?” Came my reply, and it was obviously a stupid one.
“You’re retarded, man. I couldn’t even tell if you were a dude or a chick.” He said shortly. “Let’s be friends.”
I stared at him for a moment. I don’t think I paid any attention to him at all. “…I have gym next period.” I stated.
“So do I. We can hang out.” Weird… This guy was a p***k, but I couldn’t help but agree to be friends with him. I’d have someone to talk to, after all.
“I’ll be there soon, I guess. I have to drop something in the office…” I said, and he obviously didn’t care.
“I don’t give a s**t.” He said cheerily before walking away and leaving me to walk to the office in peace. I pushed the door open to hear voices, and I recognized Kouyou there instantly, and I had to admit, his voice was beyond sexy. Not that I should be thinking that way about someone as annoying as him, but still.
It seemed to me that he was arguing about switching classes or something, so I quietly closed the door and stood out of sight for a moment, listening to the conversation.
“Is there any possible way you can change my class? I don’t care what period, as long as it’s not sixth. Anything but sixth.” He pleaded, his voice low and velvety; I swallowed, trying not to make myself heard because just listening to his voice was making me melt.
The lady at the desk was obviously enthralled by his amazing voice, as well, because she sounded dazed when she replied. “I’m sorry, but I’d change it if I could. There are no other spots available in any other classes.”
Wait a second… Sixth period was biology. What did I do to make him hate me that much? I didn’t even know the guy and he already hated me. Hell, we hadn’t even spoken to each other.
“Very well then…” He sighed, “I suppose I’ll have to live with it.” He said, and I decided to emerge from my hiding place behind and alcove off to the side.
He turned around and glared at me. “Thank you for your time.” He muttered to the lady and stalked out, gliding past me and out into the hallway, gracefully and swiftly. God, I was jealous of his ability to not trip…
And now my cheeks were heating up as he walked by me without as much as acknowledging my presence, slamming the door behind him, the chilling wind whipping against my face.
But instead of reddening, my face paled as I walked to the receptionist and gave her the papers that I almost forgot were in my hands. It was all his fault…
“Did your first day go well, sweetie?” She asked me, as if she actually cared. I eyed her for a moment. “It was fine.” I replied almost tonelessly, sauntering out of the room as quickly as my legs would carry me and out into the chilly afternoon air.
I got to the parking lot and almost collapsed in my car, breaking into tears immediately. Damn Edward… Damn Forks and damn me for being so retarded. To think he’d actually notice me, to think he’d actually like me. Like that would ever happen.
I hated Forks even more now; I was getting ready to go kill myself.
Hey, wait a second, here’s a solution…
I dried my eyes in my sleeves, formulating a plan in my mind. It was simple, really. My mental capacity didn’t allow for complex plans, anyway, so this one would have to do.
I chuckled to myself as I drove out of the parking lot, planning to stop at the mall for a bit before I got home. The four hours of homework I had could be left incomplete; I didn’t really care about how well I did in school, anyway.
I was beginning to feel a whole lot better about myself at every moment, and I didn’t even bother planning any further.
The next morning, I woke up and made sure Bill was definitely gone, even if it was obvious that I was alone in the house. Double-checking never hurt anyone, and I couldn’t help but wonder where I managed to pick up all of this common sense. Usually I was pretty bad at hiding things from my parents.
I pulled the bag out from under my bed, my heart pounding against my ribcage as I pulled the contents out and grinned. I could pull this off, definitely, I thought, emptying the contents of the shopping bag onto my bed.
It was difficult to choose which one to wear, but I decided on the black ruffled skirt was the best for today, seeing as it was the longest, and outside it was pretty cold. If only I had bought myself a pair of cute shoes, it would have been a bit less awkward. But the canvas tennis shoes worked fine, I guess.
Quickly, I examined myself in the mirror, fixing my hair and smirking. Oh yeah, I look hot. I couldn’t help but imagine how all the guys at school would react, but most importantly, how Kouyou would react. I suppose I shall wait and see…
Kuroshitsuji fanfic ._.
“Go, Sebastian; go to Grelle, and repay our debt to him. You must for both our sakes, so no complaining about any of it. And you must do as he says; everything that he tells you, without fail, do you understand? I will be fine; do not worry about my safety for the time being.”
“Yes, Sebastian. For today, you are my pet.”
The close proximity of the scarlet-haired man was unnerving, but Sebastian knew he had to keep his composure. Whatever he had planned for him today, he knew better than to allow the other man to glimpse even the slightest emotion, anything that would give away the fact that he was wearing him down even slightly.
“I know you’ll enjoy this, there is no need to even try to hide anything from this point forward. Now come, I’ll pour us some wine and we’ll have a chat…” With that Grelle pulled out a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, which was previously hidden behind the armchair he was currently seated in, and proceeded to pour two glasses of the wine.
When he had finished with the menial task, Grelle motioned with a slight gesture of his hand for the other to come and sit with him, uncrossing his legs as he did so. He smirked, baring his almost surreal pointed teeth; then he leaned over to grasp the wineglass between his fingers, drawing it daintily to his lips. His eyes never left Sebastian, even as he tipped the glass to take a sip of the red liquid that almost matched the color of his hair.
Meanwhile, Sebastian glanced about, but then stopped, his eyes meeting Grelle’s; the other had his eyes narrowed at him in a way that was almost eerie. His eyes were half-lidded, as if he was expecting something of him, and he willed himself to walk forward. He took a few steps and stood in front of the other man for a moment, before sighing in defeat and taking a seat on the other’s lap.
Grelle’s grin widened in success as he took his free hand and wrapped it loosely around Sebastian’s waist, pulling the other closer to his chest. The two simply sat there in silence, Grelle occasionally taking a sip of wine, while Sebastian simply glanced around nervously, trying his hardest not to show the other that he was, in fact, apprehensive of what was to happen; he had a feeling it was going to be far from pleasant.
Snickering softly, Grelle busied himself with running his hand up and down over Sebastian’s spine, drawing an irritated sigh from the other’s lips, and thus causing him to squirm a bit in discomfort. Sebastian couldn’t help but glare at Grelle with a terribly menacing look in his eyes, saying something along the lines of, I’d kill you if I could right now, and with that, the ruby-haired man laughed again, placing his now empty wineglass on the table next to him and leaning back against the black satin armchair with a soft sigh, wrapping his now free left hand around Sebastian’s thighs.
For a moment he simply sat there, motionlessly, staring at the taller man’s face, then hair, working his way down slowly to his chest, then subconsciously licking his lips and grinning in that inevitably disturbing way that exposed his razor sharp teeth.
What has Ciel gotten me into this time…? Sebastian cringed at the sight, wanting to simply leap out of the other’s lap and kick that infuriating grin off of his face and skedaddle out of this godforsaken hellhole. It only made Grelle’s grin wider, however, if that were possible, that is. If only he didn’t have to be so obedient, then he’d have not even come to this place at all.
“What’s wrong, Sebastian..?” Grelle asked in a mocking tone, drawing out the last syllable of his name for emphasis. “You always seem so calm whenever I see you… I am actually quite surprised at your behavior…” He continued, slowly running his hand up Sebastian’s thigh, then under his jacket, rubbing the smooth skin of his back with long, teasing strokes. It wouldn’t take long from this point for him to fully seduce Sebastian, it seemed. The other was already rather far gone, and he hadn’t even touched his wine, for that matter. It was only a matter of minutes before he snapped… The usually calm and reserved Sebastian would be reduced to a passive mess in mere moments.
 xo_Deidara · Fri Jun 26, 2009 @ 09:43pm · 0 Comments |
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