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Chapter List
- 1-BOUND
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four - END
- 5
- 6
- 7
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~ Six ~
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The alarm went off far too soon, and far too loudly. I sat up and my entire body protested -- especially my butt.
The cat still hadn't returned.
I dragged myself out of bed and down the hall to brush my teeth. My first glimpse in the bathroom mirror made me flinch -- and lock the bathroom door. Along with a multitude of long scratches, black and violet sucker bites covered my shoulders. The one on my left shoulder was particularly large with extremely visible teeth marks. It ached nastily.
Those marks weren't the only part of me aching -- and burning. Desperate for any kind of relief, I dug out the aloe burn gel from the first aid kit. It relieved the burning in my...butt, and some of the swelling too. I was actually able to stand fully upright and walk normally, mostly. On a whim, I tucked the tube into my pajama pocket, thinking that it might be a good idea to have it on me while I was at school.
I rushed back to my room to dress before anyone could see the marks on me. That's when I discovered that there were small round bruises on my wrists and on my thighs too -- finger bruises. I thanked the gods that it was autumn. The winter uniform for school was long sleeved and high collared. I fastened it all the way up to my throat.
I made sure to tuck the aloe gel in my pants pocket.
I ate my breakfast oatmeal in a daze and barely remembered to grab my book bag before I headed from the front alcove to put on my shoes and go.
Touko trotted after me. "Takashi! Takashi, don't forget your lunch!"
Standing before the front door, I turned to take the napkin-wrapped bento box from her with a smile. "Oh, thank you."
Her cool hand pressed against my cheek and her mouth turned down, her brows knitting. "You don't look so well. There are dark circles under your eyes. Maybe you should stay home?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm okay." I was determined to go to school and keep up my grades. I wanted to make them proud of me, and happy that they'd accepted me into their lives. "I'm just tired."
She smiled a little. "You've been studying so hard." She smiled a little brighter. "Maybe a little too hard?" Her glance went to the clock in the alcove. "Oh dear, you better hurry or you're going to be late!"
I gave her a quick cheery smile "I'm leaving, then." I rushed out the door. Running was just a bit more painful than I was willing to deal with, so I walked as quickly as I could. I made it to class in time, but that's when my real misery began.
I discovered one of the nastier side-effects from...my evening activities half-way through first period. Apparently, I was still a little too...open to hold anything...in for very long. Right in the middle of the teacher's lecture, I bolted to the front of the room, snatched the bathroom pass from its post by the door, and practically ran down the hall.
I was very grateful that I stuck to plain oatmeal that morning. I was even more grateful that I'd thought to bring the gel.
When I returned twenty minutes later, my first period teacher blinked at me, but didn't say anything. I guess that when I ran out I must have looked like it had been a real emergency.
Sitting on my abused butt in class proved to be a lot more uncomfortable than I expected. By the end of the second hour, I was leaning to one side or the other just to relieve some of the itching ache. On top of that, the bone-deep exhaustion pulling at me made it very difficult to pay attention. I was able to force the...events from last night to the back of my mind, but the shock of meeting someone that could actually see spirits the way I could, of not being the only one, was much harder to dislodge.
Natori's words kept playing over and over in my head. "I want you. I want you as my assistant and my lover. We are the same. We belong together. We are the same. The same... The same..."
Somehow, I made it all the way to lunch period without anyone saying anything about how badly I was distracted -- or how oddly I was sitting.
At my desk, I opened my lunch box and stared at the contents: rice, tuna, garden vegetables... It looked delicious. My stomach growled loudly. However, I seriously considered not eating. I didn't want to run to the bathroom again. I closed the box with a wistful sigh. Maybe if I just drank some milk, that would tide me over until I got home? I didn't have a problem with liquids.
Nishimura leaned over my desk, plopped down on his elbows, and frowned. "Aren't you going to eat?"
I looked up at him and tried to smile. "I'm not--" My stomach burbled with volume announcing my lie. I winced. "I'm not...feeling too good today."
Nishimura snorted and smiled. "Yeah, I kind of figured that with the way you ran out of the room first period."
My face burned. I ducked my head to hide behind my long bangs.
Nishimura's near constant companion, tall and laid-back Kitamoto leaned over my shoulder. "Stomach bug?"
Nishimura snickered. "I'd say it was lower than that."
Another guy stopped at my desk. "Oh, diarrhea?"
I couldn't look up, but I wasn't about to let that one slide. "No, not that."
Kitamoto hummed and nodded. "But your butt hole, eh?" He smiled blithely. "It's the way you're sitting."
Shock drained the blood from my face. Was it that obvious that I'd had sex with a man?
Kitamoto shrugged. "My dad gets hemorrhoids once in a while." His brow lifted. "I think you need to change whatever you're sitting on while you're studying."
He didn't know. I almost fainted with relief.
Nishimura grinned. "I told you that you were doing way too much studying, dude."
I was thrilled that they had no idea what was really going on with me, but that didn't make their discussion any less embarrassing. Burning with humiliation, I rose from my desk in far too much haste. I barely held back my wince. "I'm going to get some--" I couldn't say milk -- only little kids drank milk. "Something to drink." I turned on my heel, and walking ram-rod straight, I marched out into the window-lined hall toward the stairs and the small cafeteria on floor down.
Getting two half-pints of milk from the jam-packed cafeteria was easy. No one even noticed me. I was so hungry, I sucked one down before I'd even made it back to the stairs. By the time I reached the second floor hallway, I was almost finished with the second. It wasn't exactly...filling, I was still hungry, but my stomach stopped burning -- and growling.
However, my mind continued to go in circles.
Why the hell, had Natori sought me out? Why bother testing me with that paper-demon of his? Why go so far out of his way to...seduce me? Did he do...such things regularly? Would I ever see him again? Did I want to see him again? Did he really want an assistant or was it just a convenient excuse to get into my pants? Why the hell did he even want to get into my pants? Why the hell did I let him into my pants? Was it all just some elaborate joke? What if he was serious? What do I say to Nyanko-sensei? Should I warn the Fujiwaras about him? Why did he want...me?
Only a few doors down from my classroom, I suddenly realized that there were an awful lot of people in the hallway, or rather pressed up against the windows. It was mostly girls, but the occasional guy was there too. They were apparently watching something outside.
A soft masculine voice spoke at my side. "Oi, Natsume, are you all right?"
I practically jumped out of my skin and turned to face dark-haired, dark-eyed Kaname Tanuma, the only other person who had even close to my abilities. I had been so preoccupied had hadn't even noticed him. I barely held back my wince. Get your shit together! I took a deep breath and gave him a shaky smile. "Uh... Hi, Tanuma."
He frowned. "Are you running a fever? You're flushed."
I didn't have a fever, but with my collar buttoned to my throat, I was more than a little warm. I shook my head and forced a brighter smile to my lips. "I'm fine."
One of the girls against the window grabbed another girl. "Hey, down by the gate, doesn't that look like that actor?"
The girl that was grabbed peered through the glass. "Oh! Yeah, he does! He looks like Shuuichi Natori!"
My heart clenched in my chest. It couldn't be... He wouldn't come here! As though dragged by some unseen force, I found myself looking out the window.
Standing by the school gate was none other than Shuuichi Natori in a white polo shirt under a tweed jacket with brown casual slacks. Bathed in sunlight, his hair shown burnished gold.
Tanuma slid in beside me. "Oh, it is Shuuichi Natori."
I looked over at Tanuma in shock. "You know him?"
Tanuma snorted. "Even I watch TV, idiot." He coughed. "In my room." His gaze drifted back to the school gate. "Something about him..." He shook his head. "I don't like him. He's creepy."
My blood chilled. "Creepy, as in...ghosts?" Did Tanuma feel that way about me too?
Tanuma glanced at me and blinked. "No." He snorted. "Creepy, as in: pervert." His gaze drifted back out the window. "He looks like one of those that would tempt you with candy then drag you into a car."
I was suddenly reminded of what had been done to me -- over the hood of Natori's car. A cold shiver ran down my spine. Tanuma was either a hell of a lot more sensitive than I gave him credit for, or a really good guesser. My gaze slipped back out the window to the man below.
For some ungodly reason, Natori's gaze found mine out of hundreds. He smiled sweet as sugar and waved. I swear the air sparkled and bloomed around him.
And then I felt it -- a pull. Deep in my gut near the base of my balls, it felt as though a line had been attached and it was pulling me -- toward him. I had once been curse-marked by a hideous monster that intended to eat me, but it hadn't pulled, it had simply weakened me until it could come get me. This was completely different. It honestly felt like I was wearing some sort of leash -- around my dick.
I jerked back from the window and rolled to the side to press my back against the wall between the windows more than a little panicked and very confused.
The pull suddenly changed. It became a pressure directly on that place Natori had stimulated while we were...having sex. Then it became a massage, for lack of a better description, like a finger rubbing against that same place.
To my utter mortification, heat began to spiral into my gut with hideous speed -- and into my dick. The leash, was making me hard right there in the crowded hallway. I was pitifully thankful that my uniform jacket went down to my thighs or it would have been very obvious.
Tanuma turned around to face me. "Natsume?" He frowned. "What's wrong?" He leaned closer and his voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Did you see something?"
He was almost a full head taller than me so I had to look up at him. His shoulders were amazingly wide. His ink dark eyes filled my view, his scent; warm body and soap, filled my nose. The throbbing in my pants became pronounced and it became difficult to take a full breath. I found myself noticing that his hair was a glossy blue-black. I also noticed that his face was well made with high cheekbones, flawless skin, and soft full lips. I wondered what it would feel like to...kiss them.
Tanuma's gaze dropped below my chin and focused. His brows snapped close together, a wrinkle forming between them and his lips curved downward. "Natsume..."
At the sound of my name, I snapped out of my daze as though slapped. Cold shock spilled through me. I'd actually been thinking about kissing Tanuma! "I uh... I gotta...go!" I scooted out from under Tanuma's shadow and hurried for the boy's john. I had to get rid of my...problem, and fast. It was making think weird things.
"Natsume...!" Tanuma grabbed for me.
Alarmed, I ducked his hand and ran. Just looking at him made me think strange things. The gods only knew what would happen -- what I might try to do to him, if he actually touched me!
"Oi!" Tanuma lunged after me.
Dazed from lack of sleep, and stupid from panic, I ran right past my classroom. I was three doors beyond it before I even realized it. When I did, I skidded to a stop to backtrack.
Coming down the hall at break-neck speed with his jaw set and his eyes narrowed in stubborn determination, Tanuma passed my room heading straight for me. "Natsume, damn it...!"
My eyes widened in shock. Oh, shit! Tanuma was supposed to be the quiet one! Why the hell was he chasing me? I turned and bolted down the hallway. I was a fast runner, I'd had plenty of practice, but this wasn't outdoors. My options were severely limited. The little two-story school only had so many hallways. I took a random corner -- and found myself in a dead end.
Tanuma whipped around the corner and spotted me. He slowed to a walk gasping for breath.
I wasn't even winded. If I had enough space, clearly I'd outdistance him. The trick was getting more space to run. I eyed the hallway to either side of him. Perhaps I could slip past him...?
Tanuma straightened with his mouth curled, and his jaw set in open anger. He set his hands on is hips. "Damn it Natsume, tell me what's wrong! You don't have to handle everything by yourself!"
Tanuma wanted to help me with my erection? The very idea was so silly, a laugh bubbled up. "You can't help with this, Tanuma."
Tanuma stalked closer. "How can you be so sure? I'll believe you, you know that!"
I shook my head. "It has nothing to do with--" I nodded toward the row of windows on the right. "Them."
Tanuma scowled and kept walking towards me. The sunlight pouring through the windows made his hair gleam with blue. "Then what is the problem?"
I heaved a sigh and threw up my hands. "Tanuma, it's personal okay?"
He bared his teeth. "You can talk to my dad, but you can't talk to me?"
All amusement evaporated. "I went to your dad for a sutra, okay? This is nothing like that."
Tanuma's hands dropped from his hips. He rolled his eyes and tisked in obvious annoyance. "Natsume, I just--"
The school bell sounded, announcing the two minute warning before class began.
I sagged in relief. Saved! I walked toward him with a smile. "Look, we can talk about this later if you like, but for now we should really go back to class." Personally, I intended to hit the john to get rid of my still rather urgent...condition.
Tanuma's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed.
I shimmied past him, careful not to brush against him
"Natsume..." Tanuma's hand landed on my left shoulder -- right on the bite.
The sharp ache from the bruise was more startling than painful, but I hissed and winced out from under his hand just the same.
He whirled and grabbed me by the upper arm. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Unfortunately, from just that small amount of contact, heat began to curl and tighten in my gut making my dick ache. I yanked against his hold, the same old lies on my tongue. "I'm fine, it's nothing."
His fingers bit into my arm. "It's not nothing! You're obviously hurt."
I glared up at him. "Tanuma, we have to get back to class."
His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. "Show me."
My eyes widened. Show him my sucker bites? I sucked in a breath and all I could smell was...Tanuma, and Gods he smelled...exciting. Something deep and low pulsed hungrily. I wanted... I wanted his cock -- inside me, very badly. I twisted to break out of his hold. "No!" I needed to get away from him!
"Fine." He pulled back and swung me around, then grabbed the back collar of my coat. "Then I'll see for myself." He shoved, propelling me into the empty classroom at the end of that deserted, dead end hall.
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