Title: A Beautiful Lie

Character(s): Droite, Kaito Tenjo

Rating: M

Warning(s): Lemon, language

Words: 3718

A/Ns: A thing that I wrote after seeing the new ZEXAL opening. Took me a long time to write.

She was such an ignorant fool.

Droite was many things; friend, duelist, fighter... But none of those were involved with what she truly was. She should've seen the signs, should've recognized the differences. If she would have caught them earlier, this wouldn't have happened. Those...monsters, the ones who had told her of her true heritage, they had congratulated her on getting so close to humans. Told her that she was, by far, the best success ever achieved by their world. Told her that she needed to come be with them, join them against their opposite world.

A sigh escaped her mouth. She had long ago accepted her fate, that she could no longer be within the world of humans, or around the ones she cared about. She didn't want to be a danger to others, but-

"Fuck!" she finally yelled at the top of her lungs. Never had she sworn out loud before, but she was so angry (which was unusual for her because she was so held together, even in tough situations) that she couldn't take it anymore; she had to release the emotions, or do something to completely forget about them, or she thought she might do something she'd regret later.

She thought back to slightly after that encounter. Soon after, she remembered being pulled along by someone (whom she doesn't remember; it could've been Gauche, Kaito, or even Yuma), but being in such a nirvana that she didn't feel herself moving. She could only vaguely recall running straight back to the Different Dimensional Spaceship and getting onboard with everyone else. Time had gone by so fast; before she knew it, they were back at Heartland Tower and she was here, in the library, at one-thirty in the morning. No lights were on, just the moonlight shining in through the windows.

Droite leaned back against the large wooden desk behind her. She was facing the windows, being right behind aforementioned hunk of wood. Gripping the edges of the desk so tightly under her palms, she caused the wood to crack, the dark colored material crunching in her unearthly strength.

'I'm not even human...'

Now that she ran that little piece of info through her mind again, she didn't really care about it. Everything to her was just a haze, her emotions out of control despite her being in a state of numbness. Nothing could be understood anymore; not even those damn feelings of such intensity bonking around her skull made any logical sense.

A soft knock was heard on the door. Droite didn't flinch or jump at all; besides, Barians already knew of who was in their immediate area. It was just a special sense she had had all along.

"Hey, Droite," the male voice called across the room. She tilted her head just a fraction toward her shoulder, looking through her bangs to see the person at the door.

It was Kaito who stood there, looking a little too exhausted for his own good. His wary grey eyes were dull, evidence of a few days without sleep.

"What do you want?" she asked harshly, adjusting the violet jacket she had on.

"Gauche wanted to know if you were alright," the blonde said, stepping into the dark room. He reached over a flipped the light switch, but the moment he did Droite used her newfound abilities to shut off the electricity in this specific area.

As the room fell dark again, she grumbled through gritted teeth, "Leave me alone. And tell Gauche that he doesn't need to care about me anymore."

But as she said the first part she could feel her heart throbbing, wanting desperately to absorb an entirely different emotion than any she was feeling.

Kaito raised a brow at the sudden harshness, but it was completely unexpected. He had been there when he had heard of Droite's true nature. He'd refused to believe it at first, trying to reject that the woman he'd known for so long be the enemy. Still very confused, he decided to leave to let her wallow in her own misery.

Before he could step foot out of the room, however, Droite called out to him over her shoulder. "Wait!" she said, turning slightly in his direction.

Kaito rotated back around, looking at her with a questioning look. "Yeah?"

"Kaito... I..." God, she was so confused. This was her decision, wasn't it? Well, she wasn't exactly sure anything of hers was actually real, so should she give this a shot? God! What the hell was wrong with this goddamn universe?!

Kaito was growing more impatient by the minute, glaring at Droite as the woman slowly faced him completely, her face hidden underneath her lavender bangs. He could definitely feel that she was troubled, the wave of extreme hatred flooding the air.

It was then that he realized that the door had shut all on its own.

He noticed that the light from the hallway had been cut off, plunging the entire room in a sheet of near pitch black darkness. Kaito could still Droite, her body framed by the full moon.

"Hurry up and tell me," he said impatiently, trying not to put too much malice into the statement; after all, the woman was still unusually irritated and didn't seem in too good of a condition.

Droite was desperately trying to organize her brain, still trying to decide on whether she wanted to give a specific idea a try of if she should just go insane with her emotions. Both options seemed very tempting, the first one especially, but there was no guarantee Kaito would actually go for the former option.

She was so damn confused! Part of her wanted to have him hold her while she wept and the other wanted to rip every limb from his body. Dammit, she was just so...troubled.

The blonde sighed and turned to leave. "I'm going now, so just come back down when you're feeling okay," he said, opening the door.

"Don't. Leave."

The growl that punctured the air made him completely freeze. Never had he hear that kind of tone from her, that voice that carried nothing but hatred and something so uncanny that he didn't know what it was.

Kaito, shocked completely out of his mind, dropped his hand from the doorknob, blinking. That growl had completely paralyzed him for a few seconds, and now it only made shivers run up his spine. He could only watch as the door slowly swung back closed and locked itself tightly.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at her from over his shoulder. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of her.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, tears glittering in her hazel eyes as she stared up at the ceiling, the moonlight bouncing off her pale face and making her look more like a ghost.

She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her tears, before asking, "Can you do something for me?"

"Uh, sure," Kaito said, not exactly liking where this was going but decided to comply anyways. Turning around once again to face her, he asked, "What is it?"

"Come here," she said, sounding rather off. He couldn't tell exactly what was wrong with her, which made him slightly curious as to what she was feeling.

Kaito stepped forward slowly and tentatively. There was something extremely wrong with her, and he needed to find out for some unfathomable reason.

As he neared her, Droite knew she had made a mistake; she was extremely uncomfortable around him, her gaze wary as he came behind the desk to stand in front of her. She shuddered as he suddenly closed his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"D-Don't," she choked out, feeling trapped in the embrace. "Just go awa-"

"Shut up," Kaito interrupted, sounding just as uncomfortable as she was. "Just shut the hell up and hug me."

Droite blinked. Why would Kaito hug someone, let alone have someone hug him back? Nothing made any sense anymore. Instead of hugging him, she just remained stiff in his arms, not moving or breathing.

Kaito suddenly let go. He had an angry expression on his face. "God, you're so hard-headed!" he yelled, glaring at her. "You obviously need someone to help you, and I'm only trying to let you know that!"

Something in her snapped. Suddenly she was extremely angry. "That's what you say!" she hissed. "Youre the same way; all you ever do is push others away, yet you tell me to accept help? Why the hell is any of the crap you tell me supposed to help when you just do the same damn thing?"

Kaito was stunned slightly by the outburst, but regained his composure after a second. "You are really something, y'know that? I don't accept the help because I don't deserve it; you, however, deserve it, yet here you are telling me off and not accepting any help, even from me. You're not like that, Droite, you've gotta see that!"

Droite's eyes flashed a deep crimson color, and stayed like that as she spoke. "I don't care about anything anymore, not even you, not Gauche, not anyone or anything! I don't deserve any pity nor help any of you humans offer!"

"Pity? You think I'm giving you pity?" Kaito laughed in a short, sad burst, "I dont have pity for anyone. I'm just lending my opinion to someone who needs it. You've just had your life ripped apart in the span of a few hours. You need the advice right now." now he wasn't yelling, but he was still relatively pissed off at her.

Droite let her eyes fall back to normal. "So? Who cares at all what I do anymore? I'm just trying to keep everyone away from me, especially you."

"Why?" he questioned, genuinely confused.

"Because..." she trailed off, looking away with tears flooding her eyes. Instead of saying anything else, she pushed Kaito up against the desk.

The blonde looked up at Droite, backing up until he felt the rough wooden corner bump the back of his thigh. He was feeling a tiny bit of fear starting to creep up into his heart, but he slammed it down with a mental shove.

"Why does it matter what I feel anymore? Nothing was real; it never ever was," Droite murmured with an extremely solemn and distant look. Loneliness marked her face, making her look even more depressed than can be described.

"You're not okay," Kaito murmured, flicking his gaze from one of her eyes to the other and back. "You're seriously not okay."

Droite leaned over him, making him bend back as she placed a hand on either side of him on the desk. "Can you help me with that?"

Kaito's eyes widened. "W-What?"

Her eyelids lowered to half-mast. "Just help me forget everything. You don't have to feel anything for me; just do it and make me forget."

Kaito was slightly unnerved by her statement. But if it meant keeping everyone in this building sane and okay, he would do it. "Uh, okay... But what do you want me to do?"

Droite didn't answer at first. Instead, she locked her lips with his, her hands slipping under his jacket.

Kaito nearly jumped out of his skin. Here he was, being kissed by someone who was the enemy, and he was going along with it. Yes, he knew some things about sex and relationships, being eighteen and all, but he had never ever done anything like it. He'd never had time to get into a relationship, and never cared to get into one. Gah, what the hell. Might as well. The end of the world was getting extremely close, so why not.

Droite pulled away, keeping her eyes closed. Her body was so warm she felt like a goddamn sun. "Just...do it. No complaining. Do it, please."

Kaito hesitated. "...okay..." he said, not quite understanding what he was about to do, but getting more and more turned on with each small peck he was receiving.

Droite snuck her fingers down to unlatch Kaito's belt, which fell to the floor with a clank. She removed his jacket as well, but had no intentions of getting him fully unclothed; just enough clothing on to keep him covered but not too hot.

She took off her violet jacket and unlatched the black decorative belt around her waist, placing it on the desk beside them. Removing her heels, she gently pushed Kaito away from the desk and took his place, leaning over the desk and placing her hands on its old smooth surface.

Kaito got the message, running his hands hesitantly down Droite's body, brushing her breasts lightly and sliding down her curves to rest on her hips. Her dress was short, hugging her thighs just above her knees and black stockings. This was going to be rather quick; there was no telling who could come knocking on the door, so they had to get done and over with very fast.

"Hurry up," Droite groaned, using one of her hands to hike up the skirt of her dress. Exposing her panties, which were already damp even though she had only a small amount of stimulation, she shuddered as she stared at Kaito over her shoulder, who was gazing at her timidly. He looked unsure, but by the growing tent in his pants told otherwise.

Kaito shook his head, but forced himself to unzip his pants and take his erection from his boxers into his hand. Droite observed him as he stroked himself until he was completely aroused, getting even more turned on by the view.

"Okay," he said, holding her by the hips as he stood behind her, ready to penetrate her. She nodded back at him, her heart racing in anticipation.

Her emotions went rampant as she waited for him to enter, her anger starting to grow. But as soon as she heard a sigh and the slight pressure of him pushing himself against her, her pleasure started to rise and overrun the other feelings she felt.

Pushing her panties aside, he sheathed himself inside her with one strong thrust.

She moaned, arching her back and raising on her toes. God, the feeling of being filled like this was extremely weird, but very pleasureful at the same time. Kaito let out a groan as well, digging his fingers into her hips, and began to move, sliding in and out of her at a steady pace. Everything he was doing was coming out of instinct; mentally, he had no idea what he was doing, but physically his body was moving with the tides of pleasure he felt.

He heard Droite curse softly under her breath and shudder, holding on tightly to the desk. She let out a small moan as he delved slightly deeper, hitting a particularly sensitive spot.

Droite shut her eyes, feeling tears of pleasure starting to slip from her shut eyelids. This new feeling, this ecstasy she felt, was completely overwhelming, but she could still hear the tiny voice in her mind reminding her that she wasn't human, was the enemy instead.

But when Kaito leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk in on either side of her torso, and started thrusting faster, she let herself completely go. Arching her spine, she cried out his name as she felt the tightening warmth in her lower abdomen start to become more intense, telling her that her orgasm was fast approaching.

Kaito was pretty much holding on for dear life at this point; the animal that was inside him had completely taken over, taking the wheel and doing the movements for him. He couldn't deny that he liked it, feeling such pleasure from being inside her like this, but he was scared. Of what he didn't know, but that same fear was creeping up again, this time with huge claws to clutch his heart so he wouldn't smack it away again. All he could do now was immerse himself in this pleasure, the pure ecstasy of having sex, so he wouldn't lose it along with her.

Droite couldn't help but let Kaito's name fall from her lips once more; he was even deeper than before, causing her to moan louder when she did. She heard the desk creak slightly at the force of his thrusts, which were pushing her farther up onto its surface. He was probably going full force now, and upon feeling him twitch slightly inside her, was perilously close to climax.

Kaito moved his hands the grip Droite's breasts as he leaned down, laying almost completely on top of her now and pressing her down against the desk's surface. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck, using his nose to search for her skin to do so. She breathed out raggedly at that, her arms too weak to hold her up anymore as she practically sprawled her upper body on top of the desk.

"Kaito..." she moaned again, arching her neck to bring her head back. God, his name sounded so good coming from her lips, being moaned in completely ecstasy.

Droite started to tense up, about ready to plunge into her orgasm. Kaito was going to go with her, even if he didn't want to. Whether he started it off or she did didn't exactly matter at this point, it was just a race to see who held on the longest.

Suddenly that warm coil in her lower abdomen snapped, wrapping her in intense pleasure as she plunged off into the orgasm. Crying out Kaito's name again, she arched back as far as her spine would allow her, practically plastering her against Kaito.

He then let out a hoarse cry, biting down into the side of her neck as he came. Feeling a slight amount o blood drip onto his tongue, he unclenched his jaws slightly so that he wouldn't tear off any of her skin.

Locked together, they rode out the intense waves of pleasure. Kaito, despite coming last, was the first to come back down from his high, still feeling Droite shudder under him.

She followed him shortly after, feeling his soft lips kissing the bite on the side of her neck. She shivered, keeping her eyes shut as tears continued to stream down her cheeks, either from the orgasm or the sadness she now felt.

Kaito continued to cling to her, not wanting to leave the warmth that was her core. Droite let a ragged sigh, shifting slightly under him. He could tell she wanted to do this again, and so did he, but they both knew that she would be leaving soon to join the Barians, who would take her even if she refused to be with them. It was a tragic fate, really, but no one could change it.

"Kaito...?" she said softly, feeling his grip on her breasts loosen softly. Despite the emotions she felt earlier just barely trickling back to her, she still had half a sane mind left and she was concerned for the blonde who was still currently inside her.

Kaito was confused. Even though he thought he felt nothing more than friendship toward her, his heart ached for her not to go. He wanted to stay here, to be enveloped by her heat, but he knew that would never happen. He withdrew from her body slowly, trying to memorize what she felt like, before falling from her completely. She let out a quiet whine, feeling empty and uncomfortable without him pinning her down to the desktop.

Kaito put himself back into his pants, zipping up quickly and gathering his belt and jacket from the floor. As he put them on, he watched as Droite righted herself and grabbed her belt and jacket from the desk and sliding them on as well. She shakily put her heels back on, wobbling on them at first as she walked around the desk.

"I'm sorry," she said, sitting on the desk's surface.

Giving her a questioning look, he asked, "Why?"

"I took advantage of you," she said, wiping the tear stains from her cheeks. "I shouldn't have forced you to have sex with me; I was wrong to do that."

"No..." he thought for a second. "I enjoyed it; you don't have to apologize."

Droite rubbed her eyes with her sleeve. She looked back over at him, smiling sadly. "Go now," she told him. "Go so I can deal with myself."

Kaito nodded. Numbly he started toward the door, but as he passed Droite she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue into his mouth to prod against his.

Pulling away after several breathless moments, she pushed him toward the door. Without a word he walked out, shutting the door behind him as he went.

Droite looked down. She could feel a dimensional distortion behind her, could dimly see the light that the portal created.

"Come here, Droite," the figure inside the portal said, holding out his hand. As she turned fully to face the portal, she hopped off the desk with a sad smile and decided to accept her fate.

She gripped his hand and went in with him.

As Kaito walked down the hall, he heard a whine noise, followed by a swooshing. He knew exactly what it was; a dimensional portal used to carry people from earth to the Barian World.

" Sounds like Droite went already," he murmured softly, stopping and looking back towards the door he came from.

Continuing on with a smirk, he thought dimly to himself, 'She's not going down that easily.'

PART ONE OF THREE DONE