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Chapter One. I'll Move Into Your House
"Miss Michiyo."
"Call me Akari, I'm not one for honorifics."
"Okay~ Akari-san~!"
"Close enough." Akari mumbles.
Today is the day that she will be moving into the Igarashi household. It sounds like a wonderful thing, a dream come true, to anyone who hears about it; getting to be so close to such a rich and prestigious family, being allowed to live in a beautiful, massive 'home', getting treated like a proper lady and in proper care, and getting the sheer honor to walk along the same carpeted rooms and glistening halls as the handsome son and only heir to the Igarashi's name...
Except she knew it would be hell for her. A hellish mirage of a paradise.
You see, Akari had met the son of the Igarashi's, once before. His name was Tora, and she could say only one thing about him.
He was fake.
"This way, Akari-san!" The petite red-in-the-face maid led Akari through yet another set of richly decorated double doors. She was reddened by her heightened excitement- you see- because Akari had unexpectedly walked in on her with a certain young Igarashi boy.
He'd been undressing her slowly. And kissing her neck. Just inside the parlor that Akari had been told to meet the maid in who would help her get to her room and arrange her things for her.
Akari shakes the image from her mind of the two of them. How was the maid acting so completely nonchalant about it now? And that Igarashi... he'd looked proud! What a smirk on his face, a look that most might find charming, though she was openly shocked and didn't know what to think of him.
Except that, even that smirk was faked.
"Here we are, Ak-"
"Thanks, okay I can handle myself from here." Akari quickly shushes the still-flushed maid, and then opens the door to the room and closes it, locked, behind her.
She closes her eyes tightly until she hears the maid walk away, and then opens them only to gasp.
The room was very large.
A bed twice- thrice- four times the size of any regular bed (it could probably hold ten people on it!) was placed directly across from her, at the end wall of the room, just between two wide, spacious windows. The windows arched at the top, but their heightened edges were long and rectangular, and draped by beige curtains that slunk down the wall, all the way to nearly the floor. Oh, and the floor was magnificently furnished with other items, such as a chest of drawers, three couches and a loveseat, a sofa chair, an elongated cherry-wood table, a few cabinets, and a desk in the corner that looked to be made of glass, with a computer set on the top of it and a cherry-legged chair pulled under the glass surface.
Then Akari started to take in the little things. The carpet's vanilla-ice-cream-color, the large twinkling lights that made up a grand chandelier above her head, the closets pressed on either side of the door she just walked through, with glowing brass handles, the deep maroon color of the bedding, the smell of acidic orange slices and lemony soap in the air, the fair and lightly-golden painted ceiling and walls...
"This cannot be..." She sounded like a character out of a Shakespearean play, but she'd really meant to end her sentence with 'my room'. She was cut off when she felt the floor vibrate just below her feet.
It sounded as though a door had slammed. Believe you me, she knew well what that sounded like.
Being the curious thing that she was, Akari made her way to one of the large windows by the bed. Looking out at the day's evening, she realized she was further to the west of the house than she had thought- she looked out into a side yard, not the front yard- if you can really call it a yard. It, like the room, was MASSIVE. A garden full of snow and carved-out walkways of stone stared back at her, stilled by the growing night shades as the sky's sun dipped abruptly down and out of sight. It was now officially her first night she would spend at the mansion of the Igarashi's.
Sighing and feeling bad for whatever had caused the slammed door (she had no good experiences with that- either the door was slamming in her face or she was slamming it in another's, it was never good) she laid herself out on the bed, her fingers smoothing over the delicate strands of fabric of the cream blanket topping the maroon bedding, folded neatly by the edge of the pillows. And, feeling tired to her very bones, her eyes aching from just looking up, she closed herself off from the new world she'd been placed in and fell into a light sleep.
Tora was bemused when he saw the way she stared at him as she walked in on him earlier- him, his magnificent self, bedecking a maid with all his charms.
He liked her, the girl. She had something in her eye that glinted, whether she was angry with him or shocked, or smiling at another and being polite. Her eyes just... had that thing to them. A fierce glow in their silvery-blue depths.
He would be sure to fuck her by the end of the week, while staring directly into those eyes.
"Michiyo Akari..." he murmured as he rinsed himself with the water from the shower. He'd been playing with maids all day and he simply felt dirty. It was some time around or past 11 but he wasn't tired. So he'd opted for a cool shower.
He knew the girl had the nerve to stand up to people. He'd seen her in action. But what was interesting to him, was that she knew when it was important to speak up, and when it just wasn't worth her effort or time. Alot of people were too stupid to understand- they either got overly-hot-headed at just about anything, or were quiet as a mouse, easy to stomp on and crushed horribly by even another's gaze.
But she knew. And her gaze did not overpower his or become crushed underneath it. It simply leveled out with his own.
His grin disappeared for a moment. He thought back to when they first met.
"You're just not worth my time. I don't want to have to put all my effort into anything about you, like everyone else does, because... you won't reciprocate. At least, not loyally or sincerely."
He hated to think that he could be one of those things that was not worth her time or effort. He was worth everyone's time, and everyone's effort, and a lot of people sucked up to him in hopeful ways to get him to notice them, to get him to allow them the honor of just conversing with him!
And it also pissed him off that she could see through him like that. No one could really do that, (except, perhaps, his mother.) He was not one to mess with, to talk back to, not one whose intelligence or power or charms could be matched or apprehended.
But he had to admit- she had spunk. She had sport. She glowed with an air of truthful openness, but was strangely... a bit like himself. And by that, he means that she knew how to put up false smiles and barriers for herself, just as he always had. Not only did she know when to use her time and effort wisely, but she also knew when to tell the truth and when to bend it and mold herself into almost anything. Though he didn't know why she did it, he knew when people were lying and when they were not- though, strangely enough, she only seemed to lie when protecting someone.
She lied for people. He lied to people.
It intrigued him, if only a little. And this was perfect, because, he'd become bored with the maids, and Akari wasn't unattractive at all- in fact, she was quite pleasing to the eye. With her wavy, shoulder-length, auburn hair streaked with bits of gold, slight hues of reds, and basic, rich coppery browns and her keen, thoughtful, interesting silver eyes that were the opposite of his golden eyes. Her pale features, her small womanly figure and face.
Yes, he chuckled. He would have her not even by the end of the week. He'd give himself four days.
Better get to work.
"Wake up."
"Mmmmmmmmm..."
"Come on, Miss Michiyo, get up."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Man, can the girl moan. I don't even have to make her do it and she sounds appealing.
A sudden erotic thought sped into his brain as he looked at her. He looked and saw her pale breast poking dangerously out of her bra a bit, her shirt rumpled up and her sweater pulled down past her shoulders. It was not his doing- actually, he'd walked in on her like this. Lying upon her bed, still fully clothed, yet a tumultuous sleep had caused everything to sort of... start falling off.
Who's to say he didn't like it, though? Except he could tell, just by the slight glance he got, that she didn't have exceptionally large breasts. But at least she wasn't flat chested. It wasn't so bad, he supposed. Aw, well, he could bet the sex would be great despite her cup size.
"Excuse me, Michiyo-san."
Another soft moan. She moves her hand on the bed and it brushes his. He pulls back and straightens up. Her touch was warm and light.
"Akari, for the love of god, get out of bed. Or at least get some proper clothes on for resting like that."
Her eyes already pop open at her first name. He sighs in surprise when he notices she's alert from the start, waking up in a groggy state should have been what she'd done, but she, apparently, knew how to even alert her senses properly. Even after such a state of rest.
He smiled at her once more. She was so damn set-apart from the other girls. He couldn't really stand not being able to place her in a category. It irked his morals.
"Igarashi... boy..." she mumbled, standing up abruptly- on the other side of the bed, that is.
He smiled even more. But she didn't blush as most did, did not bow respectfully, did not look away shyly. She simply stared for a moment, her small mouth opening up into a yawn she didn't even bother to stifle in front of him.
"Yes, I am the Igarashi boy. I thought I'd introduced myself properly the last time we'd met, Akari-chan?"
Her gaze leveled with his, like it always did. She seemed oblivious to his dark flirtatious tone.
"Oh, you want me to call you Tora?"
"You're very blunt." He said casually, acting a tad bored while his eyes raked her body now that she was standing before him. Subconsciously, she tugged her sweater back around herself.
"Okay." Was all she replied.
Silence.
"So why did you wake me up? It must be important, since you came all the way to my room and walked in unannounced and all."
Suddenly, his expression changed so he was now smirking. She didn't trust that smirk, she wouldn't even if it killed her, she'd never trust it. He could see that in her eyes. He would break her restraint, though. She would soon cease her resistant ways.
"Yes, must be..." He said slowly, drawing out the end of the sentence with his eyes sparkling.
Then, he maneuvers around the bed, nearing her, but before he can make his move, she's abruptly crossing the room and lifting up the suitcase on the floor near the door.
Puzzled and taken aback by her unexpected movement, (normally, he could get near, harass the girl with his charm, get under her skin, and then get her under him) he stopped and stared blankly for a moment, unsure of his next move. That passed as soon as it came, though.
Tora Igarashi always had a plan.
"Haven't unpacked yet?" He asked, placing his hands in the pockets of his silken bottoms.
"Haven't unpacked yet..." She mumbled, more to herself then to him. Carefully, she slid the suitcase up and over to one of the closets by the door, opened it, and then sat back to gawk at the space inside.
It was a wide, open, full room. A smaller room, but still an actual room. And there were already things like dresses and shoes going in a straight line down one side of the wall.
"How am I supposed to-?"
Tora waved his hand dismissively, nearing her small figure. He casually edged her into the closet with him. The door closed behind them with a slight creak. The suitcase was left abandoned on the floor as he neared her, slinking an arm up around her upper body and pulling her closer to his face. The closet was dark and she gasped a bit at the contact and the situation.
"I'll have a maid sort your clothing for you. Or I could..." He said, suggestively fingering her sweater until it slid all the way off and onto the floor. He couldn't very much see her, so he scowled and reached for the wall, finding the light switch.
The lights flicked on aggressively bright and they both squinted until he dimmed them to a dull, romantic-like orange. It was more eery in her opinion. He smiled at her peeking chest from her lace-edged, simple white bra that lay just underneath a thin tank top. Lower still, he sought out the black fabric of her pants, dress pants, for meeting his family earlier that day. He smirked at how she refused so obviously to wear a dress. Though it was cold outside, the ladies wore dresses when they were supposed to. Apparently, she was either stubborn, didn't care, or both.
"How rude. I thought you were supposed to be some kind of profound gentleman. Staring like that is just the look I'd expect from some kind of animal."
His golden eyes, glowing like a cats in the dim lighting, found her silver ones and he almost smiled, for real. Just because he was happy she wasn't the overly-aggressive type- Misaki Ayuzawa of Seika High School had certainly bruised him a bit many times and it got aggravating more than painful. Annoying, pesky, and the slight pain felt stupid to feel.
He decided to voice his thoughts.
"You're not going to stop me? Or try to?"
"I am trying to. Mr. Igarashi, force isn't the only way to win your battles, as you well know."
He regarded her carefully, gripping her wrists in each hand. He then looked down and started to fumble with her fingers, just for something to do as he spoke.
"You seem to understand me- or you think you do." He stopped fumbling and looked up, pulled her close, and placed his face just inches from hers. His breath hit hers and collided in a tingling cloud. "But I assure you, you do not even begin to know who I am."
"You assure me?" She glances right back at him so evenly, so equally, that he has to be the one to duck away. He- him! Tora Igarashi! He would never... but that gaze of hers made him...
To distract himself and her from his momentary surprise weak point, he takes a chance at nipping at her neck.
What she does next highly surprises him. She jerks back, almost involuntarily, and her face flushes a tad. He grinned while staring at her. She looked back, surprised at herself.
"I guess I've always known that..." she mumbled to herself, and he stepped up close again and grabbed for her hands.
"Known what?"
"My neck... I'm very ticklish there."
She should not have told him that, or at least not have admitted it (he could have figured as much on his own) for the next moment, he leans forward, hot breath across her neck, and tucking his nose under her chin, he licks. His rough tongue causes her to shiver, her voice shakey as she hides a squeal, but he doesn't allow her to pull away as he grips her, tightly, with his arm around her back and his hand holding both of hers.
"I'm shocked, Miss Michiyo, you're astonishingly... sensitive."
And with that, she blushes. A real blush that makes him smirk at her.
"What, think I'm handsome, Akari?"
She sighs derisively when he pulls away from her neck to speak.
"You know the answer to that."
"Hnn?"
"Of course, Mr. Igarashi, the entire country finds you attractive."
"Oh, so you admit to your feelings for me?"
She stares at him, levels with him. He jerks back slightly at her strong, certain look.
"Feelings, Igarashi? You don't know feelings. And, yes, I do find you attractive. You are handsome, anyone can see that. But, and you may mock me for this, choose not to believe me, but crazy as it seems, that's not what this matter's about."
He dives for her neck again, choosing that as her weak spot, her button to shut her up. But she only gasps as he nips at her skin, and then continues talking when she can.
"This has to do with the fact that you- that you always want what you can't have."
In the middle of smoothing his hands up her body, higher above her waist as he fondles her neck with his tongue, he abruptly stops. He glances up, watching her from his current vantage point.
"Don't make things uncomfortable here, Michiyo."
"You're hilarious. Really, I'm not the one making this whole uncomforting scene occur. I'm being serious here, okay?"
Pulling away and up, towering over her, he gazed at her with a look she looked confused at. A look he wasn't sure he was giving to her, because he was losing himself temporarily in his thoughts.
Wanting what I can't have? How would she know anything about me like that? I can want what I want. The bitch needs to learn a lesson, even if she may be right. She needs to learn and know not to speak to me like this. Needs to understand what behaviour is acceptable here in my home.
"Know." He pushed her back a step, forcefully, catching her off-guard. "Your." Another slow, forceful step backward. Her palms were sweaty in his grasp. "Place." With the last word said, he thumped her against the wall he'd backed her up to, and leveled their gazes once again. Except this time, he thought he was the one controlling her. But no- it was yet another, strangely level gaze. His smirk fell a bit.
"Go ahead," She said, pressing herself close to his body enticingly, her gaze glowering. "Fuck me right here in this closet, Igarashi. Do it."
He leaned into her, too. He smelled her, ruffled her hair with his nose, took his free hand and traced her face, down her neck, down her stomach. She sucked in a breath, eyes half closed, expecting him to actually do it. And yet, her eyes still glinted.
Knowingly, they glinted. His shined right back, not giving any hints away. Or so he thought.
Sighing at her, at his own self, actually, he pulled away a bit. Her wrists were still crushed lightly in his grasp though.
"See. It's no fun if I just give myself up to you, huh? You enjoy only the things you can't have."
He snorted and pulled back, pulling her with him and back onto him. She, expecting it this time, flopped onto his chest and then pulled back easily, trying to take her hands back from him. He smiled, triumphantly.
"It's against your nature to not resist," He spoke with a gravelly voice, deep and persuasive and a tad on the seductive side still. "if you don't want something to happen, you will make sure it doesn't happen. So, Miss Michiyo, no matter what I do, you'll always be what I can't have. And that's just too tantalizing an offer for me to resist."
"So my resistance causes you to lose your own resistance? How unfair."
She was desperate now. He could practically smell it on her- the fact that she now knew he'd somehow managed to corner her. Literally and figuratively. He smirked and finally let her go.
"Some other time, we'll chat. I suppose you should get your rest. I recommend changing into some more comfortable attire, so your day clothes won't be ruined and you'll be able to have a more sound sleep."
Her amazed and pondering expression is the last thing he saw of her when he turned, exited the closet, exited her room, and wandered on his own way.
It was late. And now, he found, he suddenly could get his sleep. He just needed to wear himself out a bit with his new household plaything, first, that was all.
Fake and perverted.
Akari now knew a certain someone to be two specific things now, not just fake as she'd thought before, but also very perverted. Though she had guessed that before hand.
He was standing in front of her, now, holding onto her favorite bra. The one without all the lace- but it was a tad shimmery in the light and a deep, royally red color with a bow at the back hook.
"Baka! Give it back to me before someone walks in here." She hissed, watching the doors of the study carefully.
She'd just had breakfast, brought up to her in bed in her room by a maid, since she refused to come downstairs. After that she'd wanted to come to the study for a good book to read, maybe take a few up to her room, but as if he knew exactly where she would be ahead of time, she walked in to see...
Well, the blonde-headed, golden-eyed boy, Tora Igarashi. Leaning back against a plush sofa chair's arm, lengthy legs crossed over each other, long torso hitched to one side, and holding it up in one of his hands, hovering it above his lap- her bra.
"I'm sorry but this is mine." He looked at her, confused at her insistent stare, and for a moment, he sounded so sincere that she nearly believed him. He was that good. Then she shook her head rigorously and approached him as he chuckled.
"Give me back my... my bra." She whisper-screamed, reaching for it but missing as he pulled it up, over his head, out of her reach.
"Dear me, someone's not shy. I don't think I've ever heard a girl say it out like that so plainly. Normally, instead of bra they say 'thing' or 'what you're holding'."
"Baka! Bakabakabaka!" She jumped, trying to reach it, and then, while laughing, he hooked an arm around her, causing her to jolt forward because of her lack of balance, and they tumbled together over the edge of the chair.
He caught her lightly in his arms, her bra gone, she noticed, and they were splayed closely together, her in his lap, in the plush chair. Not wanting to, she blushed red, because she realized that her hand had accidentally fallen to rest in a forbidden area. His groin.
"Ugh!" She, frustrated, pulled her arms up to wrap around herself, protect herself, but he quickly grabbed the hand that was placed at his pants and held it there, grinning evilly.
"You can touch me... if you want to." He said smoothly, staring at her in a way that made her blush at the contact her fingers had, even against the fabric of his clothes. Was he...? He was aroused? By her just being in his lap?! She wasn't even pressed that close against him!
As if on cue, as if in sync with her mind, he pressed her ever closer to his warm body, and then inched her hand even more so around his... area.
"I thought you weren't shy?" He said, clearly enjoying her discomfort.
"I'm not going to be shy for you right now, Igarashi I am angry."
He just grinned down at her like that, smirking when she tried pulling her hand back away to no avail.
Damnit he's strong
She found herself not wanting to look him in the eyes, those golden orbs blinding her clear vision, and so she glanced down a bit.
He was wearing a pressed black shirt, button-up, with shorter sleeves since the heat was on full blast throughout every room in the house, since the air was so chilly outside. His neck was strong along with his jaw and chin, and she found herself staring blankly at his broad, outlined shoulders. His eyes caught her gaze, noticing, and smirked even more.
"I said you could touch me..." He said, and pulled her hand from down there, thank god, but then he used her fumbling fingers to reach past his collar and feel at his bare skin beneath the black fabric. He unbuttoned two, three, four buttons... until his chest was almost completely exposed directly before her very eyes.
Using her hand, which was firmly grasped in one of his as his other reached around her waist to hold her against him in his lap, he placed her palm to his skin, his firm pecs reflecting the soft lighting and his lean, well-put-together build glistening, all for her.
Except she was sure many a girl had seen this sight before, and even more than just this.
When she did nothing, not wanting to lead him on to do even more, he leaned forward to whisper huskily in her ear, "Resisting your urge to resist, Akari-chan? That's no fun!"
Flipping her over suddenly, so that she was now sort of straddling him with her legs but in a sitting position, he made sure to press her hand firmly, lower to his slightly-defined abs, his lean V of a body, his skin like melted butter, soft warm, slightly tanned... while his chin glanced hers and then his tongue brushed her lips, invitingly. She shivered, wanting to pull back. Even to punch him, maybe. But she, as he said, would resist her urges to resist. He had to get bored of her eventually, right? Every guy has a short attention span and he'll be moving on to the next thing before she knows it. She just had to make it easy for him, too easy, so that she wasn't desirable in his eyes anymore.
"Alright, Tora-kun~..." She leaned forward and nibbled his ear, slightly aggressively, and he seemed to stop his movements in shock.
"Hrmm..."
"Tora-kun, what's wrong? Why haven't you kissed me yet?"
She was thrown off of him then, and he got up abruptly, handing her her bra that was randomly placed on the floor. She grabbed it harshly, in a foul mood. He smirked at her swift movement, at her backwards steps, and she knew she'd been stupid and forgotten to keep her boring role going until the end.
He saw right through her act.
"I don't like it easy, but you're hardly that." He said, and walked towards her. She looked angry, she knew she did, as he lifted her chin with a hand, bringing her face upwards to his.
"You're magnificent, you bitch, and I'm gonna wait this out. My original goal will have to be moved back to a week, after all, though. But that's okay, the longer these things take, the better they are in the end."
And he let her go, just like that. Turning half way around, and glancing back to catch her even angrier face now.
"You can't trick an Igarashi. Especially when that Igarashi is me."
A/N: I'm CeruleanKiss- nice to meet you :) thanks for reading my story!
So, just to touch base a little on where this story will be going- I wanted Igarashi to find love. Poor Tora- I think he deserves someone that he can open up to for once, so I wanted to write a love story with an OC for him cuz there's no way I'm giving up Misaki to him! She belongs with Takumi!
(perverted outer-space alien Usui + Prez. Misa-chan forever)
Anywho, hope you like what I've done with the story so far! Of course Tora's gonna act like a bastard at first- it'd be out of character if he didn't. Just bare with me, it'll get there, I pinky promise cross my heart scout's honor.
Toodaloo! Oh, and please, I'd very much enjoy some Reviews! I love it when I get reviews because everyone always has really good input and also it makes me feel like you love me and my writing! So please encourage me be showering me with reviews! (and if you also showered me with riches and chocolate, I'd be much obliged to that also ;)
Oh and just a random tid-bit/preview of the next chapter: I'm drinking tea RIGHT now, so I was thinking, whilst taking another delicious sip, WHY NOT THROW A TEA PARTY? I mean in the story. Wouldn't that be interesting? And also in the next chapter I want to go into Akari's background a little bit more, AND, surprise, it involves Tora's mother a bit.
Whhhaaaa you say? You don't understand? Then read on, and review for me peasants!... okay, maybe you shouldn't shower me with riches and chocolate. First of all- I'll get a sugar high off the chocolate. Secondly- I'm afraid I may turn into one of those tyrant writers who says they won't write the next chapter unless you give them more praise..
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