This story is being written in tandem with my KnB story. It helps with the writers block and was ironically inspired by 50 Shades. So naturally this story will be rated mature because their will be cussing, there will be explicit sexual scenes, and more than likely there will be some violence later on. This story will be very graphic so the faint of heart needs to turn away now. YOU WERE WARNED!
P.S. The cover image used is from an artist known as Yuminari on DeviantArt. The link to her page is below and I highly recommend checking out her lovely work!
First and Last Disclaimer: I don't own Ace of Diamond or its characters. Just my OC Tonya.
~*Brunettes do it Better*~
"Deep breath. Relax. Let it out and…."
"Ouch! Son of a bitch!" Sawamura yowled from where he lied on the bench in the trainer's room.
"Told you not to push it." Tonya warned.
Tears streamed down Sawamura's face as he gradually got used to the pressure on his throwing arm. He was currently banished to the medicine room for overdoing it. And Tonya was the one who was stuck treating him. She was one of the three student trainers on sight helping the baseball team. One trainer helped the outfield, another helped the infield, and then there was one dedicated specifically to the pitchers and catchers. It was the brunette's turn to take one the latter group.
"Alright, trying moving it." Tonya wiped her brow with the back of her hand, watching Sawamura move his arm around experimentally.
"Hey, it feels better!" The boy laughed in amazement.
"You had a pretty good knot built up. I relieved it some but tomorrow before practice come see me again and we'll work on it so that it doesn't get worse. For now, grab your ice pack and park it on the couch." Tonya motioned to the waiting shoulder pack hanging off the side of the whirlpool.
The energetic first year happily complied, shivering only slightly when the pack made contact with skin before making himself comfortable on the small couch that had been squeezed into the medicine room. Tonya made sure to set a timer before turning to her paperwork before her. The last chore on the to do list of the day. All part of her curriculum as a sports trainer student at Seido University.
As long as Tonya could remember she'd wanted to be a sports trainer. Unlike boys who could make a career out of their chosen sports, girls didn't have it so easily. Besides, Tonya knew her body wouldn't be able to hold up to the continued abuse she'd put it through in high school. Once she'd entered college she'd pretty much given up sports. She still played in the slowpitch rec league that the college had, but that was about it. It wasn't like Tonya was too heartbroken about walking away from sports. She was happy with her chosen field of expertise. She was currently working towards a Bachelor's at the moment. Once she had that it would be on to a Master's degree and then who knew from there? All the girl knew was that she wanted to be able to continue to work with athletes.
'Maybe I'll go be a coach somewhere while I'm at it.' She giggled to herself at the thought as she finished off the last of the paperwork. Tonya glanced at the timer to see that there was still a good twenty minutes left in her day and no one else had been sent her way. 'Hmm…I might actually get to leave early today.'
"I told you to watch your form when fielding. Idiot." A snarky voice could be heard as the door to the medicine room opened up.
"Sorry Miyuki-senpai." Furuya mumbled more out of reflex than actual guilt.
'Or not.' The brunette shrugged to herself before stepping out of the office to see who'd been sent to her this time. "Take a seat on any of the benches."
"Miyuki-kun!"
"Oh no, did you get hurt Miyuki-kun?"
Tonya rolled her eyes. The one down side to handling her new assignment...Miyuki Kazuya. One of the poster boys for Seido's baseball team. He was in the same grade as her, but the boy was already a legend on campus. Girls loved him, guys loathed him, and Tonya wished she could get rid of him….or at least get him out of the medicine room. Wherever Miyuki went, the other two trainers tended to follow since they were fangirls. She just hoped no guys were being left unattended because the two love struck idiots couldn't focus on their job.
"Come on Furuya." Tonya motioned for him to sit at the farthest possible bench away from the noise as she gathered the basic necessities.
The boy had jammed his finger and caused a split in his nail. Thankfully, it wasn't anything too serious. Tonya cleaned up the blood, cleaned out the small cut, and patched the boy up good. Furuya looked at the two fingers taped together and gave them an experimental curl.
"It's going to hurt for a few days. Try not to get hit again. Remember, any swelling, increased pain, redness, or anything else out of the normal go see a doctor immediately okay?" Tonya sighed.
She swore she saw Sawamura and Furuya every other day at least. If it wasn't a fielding injury, they over did it pitching. If it wasn't pitching, the two had been going at each other. If it wasn't them, it was usually Miyuki goading them into something. A set of giggles only added to Tonya's irritation at the catcher. He was extremely good looking. Every girl knew that. That didn't mean they had to go gaga over him. At least, this is how Tonya felt about the whole thing as the timer going off pulled her back to reality.
"Sawamura you're done. You can go. And if either of you end up back here tomorrow after practice, I will advise the coach that you two take at least three weeks off. Am I clear?" Tonya snapped.
"Yes ma'am!" Furuya and Sawamura answered together. The two high tailed it out of there lest they do something else to incur Tonya's wrath.
"Someone sure knows how to crack the whip." Miyuki teased. Once again Tonya rolled her eyes. It was a never ending game for Miyuki to get some kind of reaction other than irritation and annoyance out of the girl.
"Wouldn't you just love it if I did it to you?" Sarcasm coated her voice heavily. In typical Miyuki fashion, he chuckled in that annoying way of his. Tonya could feel his eyes on her as she moved about to clean everything up.
"More like if you let me do it to you." Tonya tensed up involuntarily, sensing Miyuki right behind her. His husky voice and nice cologne didn't mask the fact that she couldn't stand someone who did his best to disrupt her work.
"Not happening." She let her long hair free from it's ponytail, purposefully hitting Miyuki in his face as she shook it free. She just hoped it was enough to cover up her slight hesitation from earlier.
"Such a tease. But the best ones usually are." Miyuki smirked to himself. He made himself comfortable against the countertop, waiting for her to finish up her tasks before leaving.
"Guess you'll just be left wondering, now won't you?" Tonya finished locking up and grabbed her back before motioning for Miyuki to leave. She shut off all the lights and locked the final door to the medicine room. Her work was done for the day. She was finally free from the annoyance known as Miyuki. "If you're looking for company, go bed one of your many fangirls."
With that, Tonya sauntered away. She had to admit—Miyuki was hot. He was tall, perfectly built, and a star player. Too bad his personality ruined what was almost a perfect package. Tonya scrounged her face up in disgust at the thought of Miyuki and her. She had no problem imaging him in her bed with clothes off. That wasn't the gut wrenching part. What turned her off was how the boy treated those he conquered. He was cold, callous, unforgiving, and was always looking for his next fix. Any girl messing with him was in for nothing but trouble. Which is precisely why Tonya wanted to stay as far away from the troublemaker as possible.
'He's one of those that can't end in a one night stand. That boy would be as addicting as any street drug. One hit and you're hooked. And I like being sober.' Tonya thought to herself as she strolled out of the gates and to the bus stop.
"Huh?" Her phone went off then. Tonya glanced down to see a txt from her work. She tilted her head in thought before answering. She could afford to cover a shift tonight.
_._._
"Starting early Miyuki?" Kuramochi teased the megane who slammed a shot quickly.
"It's that damn girl." Miyuki growled in frustration. He shot Kuramochi a glare upon hearing that nails on a chalkboard cackle of his.
Techno/Rave music pulsed loudly in club Ecstasy. Girls danced up on platforms, on swings, and in cages all throughout the two-story club. Waitresses wandered around in alluring outfits serving the VIP guests up top as the normal crowd danced around below. Bodies moved to the beat, lights flashed, and screams of euphoria could be heard as the black lights came on. Fog began pouring out of machines, only adding to the atmosphere. Even with all of this, Miyuki was stewing. Why? Because for a couple of months or so now he'd been stiffed by one very tricky brunette.
"I don't understand why you're so hung up on her. You have plenty of other girls hanging on your every action. As much as I hate admitting it." Kuramochi growled, downing his own shot before motioning for another round. "And you have your pick of the litter here. Why do you care about this one? Especially since you're looking for a new submissive."
"I don't know. Something about her. Maybe because she isn't the usual type I look for? All I know is that I'd love to be able to make that smart mouth mine to do with as I pleased." Miyuki chuckled darkly.
Kuramochi rolled his eyes before reaching for his new drink. It was no secret that Miyuki was a desirable bachelor. He had looks, money, and was a star athlete. What many failed to realize is that Miyuki had a dark side. Sure, he loved to play with women about as much as the next pompous ass with money. And many girls fell for it. But Miyuki's appetite could only be satiated by something more. Something he could only accomplish with a willing playmate with the same appetite as him.
"So, you want to try and make this one your new toy?" Kuramochi asked Miyuki who was currently watching a pair of giggling girls who barely looked old enough to be in the club.
"Yes. As ideal as that would be. One who willing follows my every command with that slight hint of defiance in her eyes. I like a willing no questions asked submissive, but sometimes it does good to spice things up." Miyuki licked his glass in a seductive fashion. The girls he'd been eyeballing flew into a fit of giggles until one finally got brave enough to join them. Sliding up awfully close to Miyuki.
Miyuki knew his fantasy would never come true. Tonya had made it blatantly clear that she didn't want anything to do with him. Sure, she would banter playfully with him from time to time. But the girl was serious about her studies and about the team. It was what had attracted Miyuki to her in the first place. The reason he kept coming back was for a small dose of abuse from the one thing he couldn't have. He knew the girl wanted something more. Something real. Something Miyuki couldn't give. So, he would be content with their little meetings for now. And until he found someone to occupy his mind as Tonya currently did, he would make due with substitutes.
The whir of a winch could be heard as the cages alternated again. One lowered as the other raised. Kuramochi wasn't too interested in Miyuki acting like a manwhore, so he moved to the railing to watch the dancers. He looked to the cage that had just been lowered above the crowd as the dancer moved to the beat. She wore one of the more interesting outfits with what looked like a swimsuit top that wrapped around her torso and then tied around her back.. She had on cheeky black shorts and multicolored leg warmers over torn stockings. She was one of the shorter ones there but she had a body. There was a battle worn wolf tattoo on her ribs, only adding to the dancer's charm. The girl twirled her hair about with cat calls from below.
"She could almost pass for that girl. I wonder what Miyuki would think." Kuramochi chuckled. "Wait a minute…."
The longer he stared, the more convinced he was that the girl in the cage and their student trainer for the team were one in the same. Kuramochi found himself trailing down the stairs to get a better look at the dancer. There were colored streaks in her hair, a touch of UV makeup, and she looked sexier than usual, but there was no mistaking that face. It was Tonya. She was smiling and enjoying herself as she danced under the lights.
"Oi! Miyuki!" Kuramochi headed back up the stairs to where Miyuki had been enjoying himself with the girl near him.
"What? I'm busy." He snapped at the shortstop.
"Trust me. You'll want to see this." Kuramochi yanked Miyuki up from his seat and dragged him down the stairs to the midway platform. He pointed up at the cage and just watched Miyuki's face with anticipation.
"No way…that can't be her." Miyuki narrowed his eyes at the girl, unconvinced that it was the one he was seeking.
Miyuki had always imagined Tonya as a bit of a prude. The girl barely showed any interest in any of the guys. She was always dressing in such a boring manner. Not to mention her sharp tongue with almost everyone. Then again, Miyuki didn't know much about her other than what he saw during their short conversations/arguments during or after practice. It's not like they really crossed paths on campus…did they? To be honest, he never really looked for the girl other than during practice. What did she look like out of her t-shirt and tan pants combo at practice?
Curiosity had its claws in him now. He had to know if that was Tonya dancing seductively in that cage or not. He made his way down to the floor to get a better look. In the low lighting of the club though, it made it hard to tell if that was really her or not. Luck was with him however once the cage lowered again. This time the dancer inside stepped out and swapped out with someone else. She made her way through the crowd and headed for the lounge specially reserved for the dancers to take a break in. Miyuki made his way towards the area to see the girl in a little better lighting. Long dark hair, thin body that was well maintained, short stature. All he needed to see was the face to get a positive ID.
"Here you go Miss T. I had this made up when you lowered the cage." A waitress called out above the noise.
"Thanks." The dancer grinned. It was then Miyuki peeked around the corner.
Sitting in between two others was the smart mouthed brunette he'd been after. It was Tonya. She was laughing, smiling, enjoying herself with her fellow dancers. Miyuki wished he could gain access to the lounge they were sitting in. He wished he could at least see her wrist. If she was working at this club it could mean one of two things. And he was eager to find out.
_._._
Furuya and Sawamura bolted out of the medicine room as fast as they could. With a clean bill of health, and a stern warning, they were off to practice which was fixing to start anytime now. It was now Miyuki made his move. He slid into the room and locked the door so that no one else could interfere with what he had planned. Miyuki smirked to himself as he slowly sauntered to the office he knew Tonya would be in. He could hear music playing softly in the background. Was she reviewing charts? Was she doing homework? Was she watching a movie maybe? It's not like Miyuki really cared. He glanced to the photo displayed on his phone. It was a close up of Tonya dancing on a platform from that same evening Miyuki had spotted her at the club.
'I need to know.' Miyuki steeled himself as he entered the room.
Music was playing softly from the office Miyuki knew he'd find Tonya in. He peeked inside to see said girl bent over her work. Miyuki couldn't help himself as he licked his lips. His imagination ran wild at the thought of Tonya possibly being involved in the same dark world as him. But what if she wasn't? Did she even really know the true meaning behind the club? Would she even listen to his proposition? Miyuki would cross that road when he got there. For now, he was going to think positive and hope for the best as he rapped his knuckles against the metal frame.
"Huh? Oh…it's you." Annoyance crossed Tonya's face as she wondered what Miyuki wanted this time.
"I come in peace." Miyuki chuckled softly. "Actually, I'm here to ask you something."
"Whatever it is the answer is no. Now shoo, before you're late for practice." Tonya made an actual shooing motion, returning her eyes to her notebook before her.
Miyuki slid his phone under Tonya's face. The girl quirked an eyebrow at the thing until she saw the picture displayed on the screen. It was of her, dancing on one of the platforms. Dressed in the clothes she'd worn last night for work. Meaning one thing….Miyuki had seen her. She looked up from the phone with a shocked look, staring at Miyuki as she tried to recall if she'd seen him last night.
"If you're trying to blackmail me it won't work. The director of the program, my instructor, and anyone else you're thinking about showing this to know I work there." Tonya growled. Even she hadn't expected Miyuki to resort to such dirty tricks.
"I'm not. I just wanted to make sure that was really you." Miyuki took his phone back, watching the anger dissipate slowly from her eyes. "What I wanted to ask is that if you were a top floor member."
If Tonya thought she had been shocked before then Miyuki had just dropped a bombshell on her. Anyone who was in the know, knew that Ecstasy had another purpose. Miyuki held his wrist out for her to see the proof. There was a faint outline of a stamp from last night on his skin. To anyone else it looked like a regular stamp used to mark someone upon entering a club. But Tonya knew the meaning of the particular marking on his wrist.
"Wow…I didn't know." She breathed, glancing up to Miyuki who was waiting for her answer. At least she knew the meaning behind the stamp mark.
"Are you or aren't you?" He asked again.
His eye fell halfway closed as he took a step towards Tonya. She could feel herself being drawn in by those mesmerizing eyes. Her will power slowly began to crumble as Miyuki leaned on to the desk and towards Tonya who sat there frozen in her seat. She couldn't believe what he was doing to her at that moment. Her body felt hot, really hot. She could feel the hair on her arms standing up on end as the current running through her body made laps to her fingers and down to her toes. What was this air surrounding Miyuki? How was he so magnetic that instead of pulling away, Tonya found herself wanting to lean towards him. To feel to his lips on hers. To have him yank her up out of her chair and kiss her roughly? To feel those calloused hands over her bare skin? She wouldn't get the chance to find out. The sound of the locking clicking and door opening drew the two out of their staring contest. Tonya quickly looked away from him as she tried to calm her erratically beating heart. What had felt like an eternity to the two had only been about a few seconds in the real world.
"I'm not." Tonya finally managed to say. The little bit of hope Miyuki had been clinging to disappear just like that.
The build might be a tad slow to get things started, but my OC isn't just going to jump into bed with Miyuki even though she desperately wants to (and lets face it if we could ladies we all would). For now it'll be teasing and taunting till they both come to a mutual agreement.
I'll add a few more chapters to see how this story goes. If I get enough reviews/like/favs/etc. then I'll continue with it. And if anyone has any pairing requests they'd like to add I'll take them into consideration. But know the bulk of the story will revolve around the main pairing. Now on to the next chapter!
