The taller boy wrapped his slender arms around the blond's back. It felt odd. Uncomfortable. Wrong. Although the other boy seemed not to mind, Hotori Tadase couldn't help but feel a little awkward. How had things even ended up like this? Ikuto started to work on the buttons on the blond's shirt as Tadase began to fidget uncomfortably.
As the white fabric of his shirt slid off of his body, Ikuto's fingers danced along the skin of Tadase's lower back, teasing the blond into submission. His heart was racing, His head was reeling. This needed to stop. It just wasn't right.
"…I-Ikuto…Stop!"
But he just wouldn't. Tadase opened his mouth to continue his plea but Ikuto was eager to stop him. Tadase made a funny noise in the back of his throat when their lips pressed together. When Tadase had agreed to this game, he had no idea what he had gotten into. It was a mean game. A game to the cruelest decree. And yet Tadase had fallen for it; Hook, line, and sinker. He had been lured in with false hope. And then Ikuto pulled away.
But this game just wasn't possible to win.
The blond cried out in pain as the older boy nipped his ear, his hand moving in a circular motion on his stomach. It was just too much. The boy cringed as Ikuto's lips slowly moved from his ear to his lips, leaving a trail of saliva behind. Ikuto's mouth pressed against Tadase's. The catboy's quickly found a way to slip his tongue inside. It was horrifying.
And then he began to panic. In the spur of the moment, Tadase roughly pushed the boy away and retreated to the opposite corner of the room. He was confused. A sudden chill came over him and he wrapped his own arms around his bare chest to retain some of degree of warmth. A feeling of dread swept through his mind and soul as he realized the consequences of his actions.
"…."
Ikuto said nothing. But Tadase knew better. The older boy was mad. His icy blue eyes did nothing but pierce through Tadase's defenses. The blond became frozen. Frozen on the spot. Tadase's face was that of a mixture of fear and desperation as Ikuto continued to creep closer and closer.
And there was nothing he could do. He had lost the game. As well as his chance of escape.
- - - - - - - - - -
Tadase
let something that deeply resembled a low but erotic moan escape his
lips. He tossed and turned across his bed at an alarming rate, eager
to find a comfortable position. He wasn't asleep, but he definitely
wasn't awake. Golden rays pierced through his bedroom window, much
to the boy's dissatisfaction. After a few more moments of
struggling, se sat up in the mess of sterile white sheets, clearly
defeated. He yawned and shook his head to get the sleep out of
his eyes. As he stood to wash his face, Tadase noticed his limbs had
grown stiff and achy overnight. Growing pains. He grimaced and limped
into his bathroom, passing the still-sleeping shugo. It was
getting worse, he had noticed. The less he tried to move, the more
powerful the sudden pain that would surge through his body grew. As
he shuffled into the tiled bathroom, he noticed just how hot he had
become that night. His white flannel pants clung to him as if he had
just emerged from a pool and had thrown on clothes before drying. His
hair hung in damp locks that hand clumped together on his sweaty
forehead. He bit his lip as he tried to fix this, but then
ultimately gave up and just turned on his sink. It wasn't
his fault. He had every reason to not want to stress himself out. Not
this morning, anyway. After finishing his daily routine of
washing and primping, Tadase left his bathroom feeling even more
pained by his sore legs and arms. He jumped in surprise upon seeing
Kiseki, now fully awake, sitting at the table and drinking tea. He
almost never saw his 'would be self' anymore. It almost seemed
like Kiseki was purposely trying to steer clear of the boy. Which was
pretty odd, if you know Shugos are supposed to be helping you to your
goal of becoming someone different, but Tadase didn't press any
charges. "Good morning." Kiseki nodded his head in
acknowledgement and tore off a piece of chocolate chip waffle; his
latest obsession. The blond limped over to his dresser and pulled out
one of his many pairs of school uniforms he had purchased just days
ago. The pain that surged through his entire being was almost enough
to make him want to cry. "…Tadase." Kiseki spoke
apathetically as he finished off the tea. "I shall not be joining
you at school today." "…But why not? It's the first
day of school, too." Tadase frowned. He knew this was going
to happen. "Royal business." The shugo said in a very
formal tone, leaving no room for emotion or any sort of feeling. He
stood and brushed off the few crumbs of waffle that had fallen on
him, trying to make a big deal of it. "Oh…" Tadase said
warily as her pulled his sock up to cover his shin. "See you later
then." The shugo nodded and silently left the room. A few
moments of pure quiet passed after Kiseki had left. It was a little
odd…, not having any one there. Tadase groaned as a cramp began to
form in his right leg. This was definitely not the way he had planned
to start his first day of 7th grade. As he left the room, he couldn't
help but stare at himself from a mirror on a wall. He had
begun to notice the changes to his own body over the past few weeks.
His arms and legs seemed too long and lanky for the rest of his body.
There was a tiny blemish near his left ear. His hair had begun to
lose a bit of its sheen. It was the little things like this that had
started to bother him. But oh no, he had noticed this in
others too. Kukai had even started to grow hair under his arm the
previous year. Even Amu and Yaya's chest had started to grow
out. The boy just shook his head and tore his eyes away from
the mirror. Tadase left his house feeling nervous and uncomfortable.
Last year, when he went to Seiyo Elementary, he would turn right down
his street. Now he went left. He guessed everything else was changing
all around him after all. It was only natural he would too. As
he entered the school grounds, he had begun to take notice of just
how large the boys who had attended the same school as himself years
ago had become. It was a little unsettling. He couldn't help but
feel a bitter taste in his mouth. A few of them had even gained a few
obscure hairs on their chins and above their lips. This made his
stomach flop uncomfortably. His mouth was set in a fine line as he
quickened his pace and lengthened his stride. A wave of relief
rushed over the boy as he spotted Kukai standing near the school
entrance with his back towards Tadase. He was talking to a pretty
brunette girl. He sighed, happy he had found someone he knew. Just as
Tadase took the first step towards Kukai, The older boy grinned and
leaned in towards the girl. Their lips met. No hesitation on Kukai's
part whatsoever. Time stopped there and then for the Hotori. Tadase
felt sick to his stomach. Unfortunately for him, Kukai had taken
notice of his presence by now. "Yo! Princy-boy!" Kukai
exclaimed as he jogged over to the blond, the girl he had kissed
following behind with timid steps. "Welcome to middle
school!" "…Thanks." Tadase said weekly as he tried to
smile. It was hard. "I think I'm missing elementry
already." "Hm? Are you feeling alright? You seem a little
pale…" Shrugging the matter off, Kukai took this as an
opportunity to introduce the girl standing beside him. She was
smiling as if nothing had just happened. "This is
Annabelle." Kukai grinned as he slung his arm around her shoulders.
"She's my girlfriend." She seemed like a nice girl, So
Tadase mustered up a polite smile and shook her hand. But god, he was
cringing on the inside. Since when did Kukai have a girlfriend? Since
when had he "Nice to
meet you!" She giggled as she released Tadase's hand. "Kukai's
told me so much about the guardians. I'm sure you'll have fun
here too." "Thanks. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Tadase smiled, another fake, and turned once more to Kukai. "Is
everyone else here yet?" Kukai thought for a moment before
answering. "Rima is upstairs with Hinamori…" There was a pause
as his eyes swept over the courtyard. "Ah! There's Nagihiko
now!" "Na…gihiko?" Tadase looked to his side to
see a feminine boy with long, dark purple hair smiling back at him.
He looked vaguely familiar. Tadase seemed to have a little trouble
placing a finger on where he could have possibly seen him though. It
might have been partially because he was still pretty shaken up by
the event he had witnessed just moments before. "…Nadeshiko?" Kukai
glanced at the boy with a questioning look in his eye. The feminine
boy shrugged and looked away, obviously feeling a little guilty.
Tadase looked from one to the other than back again. They were
keeping something from him. "You didn't tell him?" Kukai
blinked in confusion and he scratched the back of hi head. When the
boy just shook his head 'no', Kukai frowned. "Oh. Well, this is
Nagihiko. He used the name Nadeshiko when he pretended to be a
girl." Tadase mouth was agape as he looked from Kukai to
Nagihiko then to Kukai once more. Kukai looked a little bewildered as
'Nadeshiko' bit his lip. The later was avoiding Tadase's
questioning gaze. When the blond spoke, he spoke primarily to
Nagihiko. "…How did you know this?" "Whatcha
talking about?" Kukai said offhandedly, not really catching on. "We
all knew." Nagihiko frowned and looked Tadase strait in the
eye. Something about the boy's eyes made Tadase was to hide and
stay there. While there was a general overlook of guilt and regret in
his eye, Tadase could have sworn he saw some sort of laughter. Was
this boy mocking him? "I'm sorry I didn't tell you! I
really am… I just thought you knew…" "So…You mean
for all these years…?" Nagihiko nodded, a grim look upon
his face. Kukai's eyes darted from Nagihiko to Tadase then to
Nagihiko again, not to sure what to expect. This was the boiling
point for Tadase. He just couldn't take it anymore. He felt rage
surge through his very being, climaxing at his core. So he did
the first thing that came to mind. He shoved Nagihiko out of the way
and ran, disgusted. He sprinted off of school ground, his
pulse shooting off like a rocket. He honestly didn't care. He
barely heard the 'thud' of his shoes falling on the pavement as
he ran. Everyone and everything seemed to have turned on him in the
span of a day. Kukai, Nadeshiko, Kiseki…Even his own body. They
betrayed him. The calamity that had drifted over him during
break was suddenly shattered with such force it left Tadase
speechless and stunned. It was almost as if his word at turned upside
down. No…it was unbelievable. This must be a nightmare, Tadase told
himself. He was confused. So fucking confused. So he would run…Then
run some more. He kept on going until he just couldn't
anymore. He collapsed onto the dirt path he had just seconds ago been
thundering down. Where was he? He hadn't even seen where he was
going. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. He panted as he struggled
to regain himself and stand. He couldn't help it. He just
couldn't help it. Things were going way too fast. Changing too
fast. He would never be able to keep up, even if he tried. He
couldn't even get himself to move from the dirt covered road. He
was pathetic. He just…stayed there. He gave up all together. He
cast his weary eyes down as a warm, but strong, pair of arms lifted
him off the ground. He let his mind blank. As he lost
consciousness, he didn't even bother to check to see who exactly
had stolen him away. He didn't even care at this point. He was just
fed up with everything. --- When Tadase finally awoke,
a surge of pain crept through his body. He grimaced as the slow but
dull aches of pain numbed his body to anything else. He found himself
in a semi-dark and small room. The walls were completely white with a
single window to his left. The blinds were closed, but he could see a
faint glimmer of light shine through them. The room was only big
enough to fit himself and a metal chair beside him. He was in
a bed. He knew that much. Rough white sheets laid rumpled over his
body, as if someone had just tossed them on him with no real care for
him at all. He blinked, realizing for the first time just how hot he
had become. Had he tossed and turned all night again? What
about yesterday? It must have been a dream. Tadase nodded,
forcing himself to believe this as a fact. With a sigh of
relief, the boy moved his hand to remove a sweaty clump of hair from
his brow. When he realized his hand would not budge from its place,
his eyes widened. Struck with panic, the boy grunted as he tried to
move his limbs. He soon found they were not going to be moving from
their positions any time soon. Each arm and leg was chained to
a different be post; his feet to the bottom two and his arms to the
top two. His breathing began to quicken as he desperately strained
himself to pull loose from the chains that bound him there. His eyes
darted around the room but ultimately saw nothing more than the
endless white. One of the disadvantages about being in a
completely white room, Tadase had noticed a few years ago, was that
the shadows became much more apparent among the sea of white. They
never went away during the day, those shadows. But they always
taunted him as the sun went down, stealing the only source of light
he had that shone in through the window. As soon as they disappeared,
Tadase had become afraid. It was their territory. Tadase was
drawn from his panic as the door to the room creaked open. "About
time you woke up, Kiddy King…"The voice pierced through the once
silent air, leaving it even heavier than it had been before. The
blond scowled. Ikuto. Of course. The stupid cat was always causing
him problems. As he opened his mouth to retort Tadase found himself,
much to his surprise, gagged. How he did not notice this earlier
befuddled him. Ikuto only smirked as the blond began to yank on the
chains in a form of protest. "You better get used to this."
Ikuto chuckled as he laid a single hand on Tadase's chest. He
blinked as Tadase arched his back in an attempt to shake him off.
"You might be here for a while." Tadase's brow furrowed,
a little shocked by the older boy's blunt words. He quickly stopped
his movement, somewhat eager to here more. Ikuto used his index
finger to trace a circle on his chest, causing Tadase to squirm. He
seized the motion and took to opportunity to lean in closer to
Tadase's face. "Congratulations. You are now officially
Easter's prisoner of war. You've been kidnapped." Tadase's
flinched as Ikuto's breath was hot on his face. "You won't be
leaving this room until the embryo is found and is in our
hands." Tadase could do nothing but glare back into Ikuto's
cool blue eyes. He hated how helpless he was. The neko-mimi had every
power just dangling over his head. But there was absolutely no way he
would just lay back and let the older do what he pleased. Oh no, he
wouldn't go down without a fight. Ikuto quickly sensed this feeling
beginning to swell within Tadase. Ikuto shot the blond
possibly the most wicked smile he had ever seen. Then, in one swift
movement, he bent down and kissed Tadase through the gag. He was
careful to not press too hard as it would probobly be painful to the
now retired King's Chair of Seiyo Elementary. Tadase began to
fluster. Ikuto pulled away and casually left the room, closing
the door behind him. But before doing so, he was sure to give Tadase
some final parting words. "Welcome to hell…" The
blond spent the next two hours staring up into the ceiling, as if
something was going to magicly appear and if he looked away even for
a moment it would disappear. His eyes began to droop from exhaustion.
Although he had slept plenty that day, for the last few weeks he had
found it harder and harder to have any sort of extra energy. But
he had a problem. As hard as he tried to stop it, his mind often
wandered back to Ikuto…and the kiss. That damn kiss. The boy
scowled just thinking about it. As If being tied to a bed wasn't
humiliating enough, Ikuto had gone the extra mile just to make him
feel like this. But it would be alright, Tadase continued to tell
himself, he would be out of here soon enough. His wary eyes soon
darted to the door as it creaked open once more. Ikuto
sauntered in carrying a tray with a single bowl balanced near its
center. He closed and locked the door behind him with a swipe of a
coded card. This motion on its own ended all hope of Tadase's
escaping. "You hungry?" Ikuto asked with practically no
emotion as he set his tray down to undo Tadase's gag. As the cloth
fell down Tadase's chin, the boy began to fire off questions with
no end in site. "Ikuto! What are you doing!" He hissed,
his voice coated with a hint of hatred. "Let me go right
Ikuto
laughed as he stirred the substance in the bowl. It looked like some
sort of soup substitute. He was enjoying every moment of this…Tadase
could tell. And it annoyed him to no end. "And why would I
do that? I've always wanted a pet, you see" "Pet!"
Tadase scoffed, trying to retain the fierceness in his tone of voice.
Unfortunately, his voice began to weaken and crack. "What…What do
you want from me?" Ikuto smiled to himself as he continued
to stir the substance. Tadase frowned, confused at his subtle
reaction. When Ikuto held a spoonful of the substance to Tadase's
mouth, the blond just stared at it. He wasn't sure what to make of
it. What if it was poisoned…? His mind began to race through all
the possibilities. "Utau made it." Ikuto finally spoke
after a few moments of silence. "It's good." "I don't
want it." "You need to eat." "I refuse." "Is
that so?" Ikuto had seemed to give up on this game. He
instead placed his hand on Tadase's stomach and began to move down.
It wasn't until Ikuto's finger found itself in the hem of
Tadase's boxers did the blond hastily open his mouth. The older boy
smiled in approval and poured the soup into Tadase's mouth. "So
you seem to like it when I do that…" Tadase felt anger
well up within him once more as his face flushed a deep crimson. He
opened his mouth to deny this accusation, but soon found the gag
being forced into his mouth once more and preventing him from saying
anything. He was helpless all over again. Ikuto then proceeded
in lifting Tadase's shirt until the boy's midriff was exposed. By
now Tadase was completely outraged, twisting and turning his body so
much in made the bed creak with his every movement. Ikuto would admit
it, he was interested in the boy. "…I know. Let's make
this a game." Ikuto mused apathetically. Tadase paused momentarily
to listen. "If I can take every single article of clothing off of
your body without you flinching, I'll let you go. But if loose your
cool, your mine." The game was not fair. That bastard had
made sure of that. Tadase, who knew this, slit his eyes as he looked
to the older boy. Only Ikuto would make a sick and twisted game like
this. It always drove him off the wall just how twisted that one boy
could be. But Tadase knew there was a sliver of hope shining
out through this messed up conflict. He knew Ikuto always kept his
word about things like this, no matter what it was about. And it
wouldn't be that bad…right? It would take five minutes at most.
Five, long minutes in which Ikuto would have his disgusting claws
touch run over his skin, touching and fondling. But it would
be okay, Tadase told himself, because freedom was worth it. With
a look of discomfort on his face, Tadase solemnly nodded. Ikuto
smiled as he slipped a key out of his pockets to undo Tadase's
chains. The blond had only a few seconds to enjoy the numbness of his
body fade. Because, as soon as he had realized just what he had
gotten into, it was too late. It was a done deal.
- - - - - - - - - -
"You lost, Tadase." Ikuto said, his cold stare chilling Tadase to the bone. "Looks like you're mine."
The boy flinched. Ikuto had never called him by his name. And he had to admit, it was a little scary. But he said nothing. Tadase was full of self hate. He had actually had this one chance to escape but he blew it. And now he was stuck here.
With little to no emotion, he was perfectly silent as Ikuto returned him to his prior position. Tadase wouldn't meet the Easter agent's eyes as he relocked the chains, a small clink echoing throughout the room. Ikuto then left, not really having anything left to say or do. And silence engulfed the room once more, leaving Tadase to his thought of what could be.