The droning's of a teacher's lesson encompassed the classroom, however only a handful of his students took note of his lecture. A sea of brunettes wearing the same yellow blazer made up the class, however one of them stuck out more so than the others.
The new transfer student, the American.
Mia tapped her nails against the wood of her desk, focusing more on the rhythm than her teacher. She was a fair student, but in the late school day she'd gotten tired and lost interest in the topic. Her eyes glanced around the room, staring at her classmates.
Despite having been in settled into town a few months ago, it was still surreal that she was living in Japan. When she first arrived her classmates were fascinated by their new foreign student, however after the novelty wore after a few weeks and now she hardly spoke to anyone in the school.
Well save for…
DIIING DUUNG DIIING DUUNG
Mia grinned excitedly, grabbing her bag and hastily walking out of the classroom.
Fellow students passed her along the way, going the opposite direction. They were leaving the school, as they should be. Yet, Mia continued down the halls towards her destination. Passing various classrooms, but before she ascended the stairwell that would lead to her destination she stopped at the bathroom.
Walking in, she set her bag down and began to assess her reflection. After the long day she looked a bit weathered, so she decided to spruce herself up a bit. Mia turned the faucet on and gathered the rushing water in her palms to rub on her face, just to freshen up.
As she was turning the sink off, a few giggles drew her attention to a pair of girls emerging from the stalls. They immediately stifled their laughter when they saw Mia.
While drying her face with a paper towel, she hadn't failed to notice the girls staring at her. She crumpled up the towel and threw it in the garbage, the girls hurriedly leaving the bathroom with hushed voices.
It was frustrating how much she stood out.
The thing about living in Japan was the overwhelming lack of diversity, with less than two percent of the non-Japanese population residing within the country. As such, Mia stuck out like a sore thumb at her school. With that in mind, she looked back at her reflection.
With a last name like Calderón, she had a strong Mexican heritage thanks to her papá. And much like her father Mia possessed a rich caramel skin tone, a contrast to the pale complexion of her classmates. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders in thick waves.
But the most striking of her features, in Mia's opinion, were her bright blue eyes.
She'd never been really self-conscious, but since coming to Japan that's changed. Sometimes she couldn't help but compare herself to her classmates. They were all petite and delicate, that just left Mia questioning her thick thighs.
With a sigh, she slapped her cheeks to rid herself of such thoughts.
"OW" She whined, realizing she'd use just a little more strength than necessary.
Grabbing her bag, she spun around and strode out of the bathroom. Determined to forget her worries. Remembering who it was she was going to see, helped to distract her. The only person in the entire school she could actually talk to, well the only person who besides her father who talked to her since coming to Japan.
She started to walk with a skip in her step as she approached her destination. Finally she stood in front of the sliding door to his office, grasping the handle she took a deep breath before slamming it open.
"Hellllo Kyo!"
"Miss Calderón, we've talked about this. You have to call me Mister Tachibana"
"Ooh sounds kinky, Sensei" She said in English, teasingly switching back to Japanese in the end. Kyo Tachibana was the sexy school nurse, who happened to have studied abroad in America, and as such spoke English easily.
Mia closed the door behind her, specifically making sure to lock it. She threw her bag carelessly on the ground before sauntering over to him. While Kyo's hand moved furiously over his paper work, Mia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his jaw.
Almost as a reflex, he spun around in his chair to confront her. In the process grabbing her wrists and ripping her from him, but keeping her in his grip. Kyo's warm brown eyes glared at her through his glasses…yet she continued to smile.
"Mia, this isn't the time or place for you're antics" He said in a hushed voice, wary not to draw any attention from potential passerby in the halls.
"Sorry, Sensei…but you seemed to like my antics last night" Mia teased, unphased by his harsh demeanor. She smirked hearing a sigh escape his lips, turning his head to avoid her eyes.
"Just wait over there" He said defeated, gesturing to one of the beds before continuing on with his paperwork. Blatantly ignoring the student presence.
For whatever reason, Mia decided to listen to him. Just this once at least. She was never one to give into demands, not without putting up more of a fight. But the nurse seemed adamant on his paperwork so she decided to let him be for a while. Her body flopped onto the mattress, staring blankly ahead at the ceiling. She didn't mind waiting, it wasn't like she had somewhere else to be.
Though her papá had them move to Japan to accommodate his work, he still frequently left to go to various conferences. Noé Calderón seemed like an exceptional businessman, travelling across the globe and with a ridiculous paycheck. Mia often suspected her papá might have cartel connections, only somewhat jokingly.
But, this wasn't the best time to be thinking about her papá.
If he found out about her recent activities, he'd throw her in a tower and throw away the key. And he had the funds to make it a reality.
She turned to her side to face the nurse. He remained at his desk continuing on with his paperwork, broad shoulders shifting just a bit with his writing. Not only did his good looks separate him from the rest of the faculty, but his height as well. He even towered in comparison to his male colleagues. And with his fair hair, Mia suspected he wasn't entirely Japanese.
After studying his physique, Mia turned once more to lay on her back. Her eyelids fluttered, the long school day having taken a toll on the girl. Thoughts of her previous life and transition to living in such a strange land continue to swarm her mind.
There had not been a day where she chided herself for succumbing to a stereotypical teacher-student relationship, but she couldn't imagine a day without him.
In previous relationships she'd been with boy her own age, though quite opposite to Kyo. She went for the more delinquent type, rather than the polished sort of man of late.
God, she was a walking stereotype for teenagers everywhere.
Suddenly a vice grip encased her wrists, pinning each to the sides of her head. Mia's eyes shot open, exhaustion vanishing instantly, meeting the hazel eyes of her lover. His predatory gaze seeped passed his thick lenses eyeing his prey. His knee slid up against the sheets and pressed firmly against the brunette's maidenhood, ushering a pleasure-filled gasp.
"My, my Mia. What shall we do with you" He said tauntingly, his lips ghosting across her flesh.
"You tell me" She said lurching her head upward, nipping at his ear. Allowing the nurse to emit a satisfying groan.
"Perhaps I'll have to thoroughly discipline you on proper school conduct…and obedience"
The sun had long since passed, and darkness to hold over the city. Lights across the city illuminated the night, making the streets as bright as they would be in the daylight. One strange set of lights transversed across the city, almost as s slithering motion.
Mia sat upon the plush seats of the train, her body rocking with every subtle motion of the train. She lay sprawled across a few seats; her session with the nurse left her a bit sore. A yawn escaped her lips, fatigue wearing her down. First she'd been up early to get ready for school, attend school itself, and lastly her…extracurricular activities. And she still had to make dinner and deal with homework.
In the very least, the train was almost empty this time of night. Including herself, there were just few figures riding the train cart. A nice break from the usual abundance of people. Mia would routinely bring along headphones to drone out their noise, however tonight she got to enjoy a silent ride.
But with a ding, the conductor announced the train's arrival at their last stop. To which Mia begrudgingly stood from her seat, no way looking forward to the rest of her walk home. She was just so worn out. Despite her exhaustion, she willed her body to make its way to the nearest exit. The brunette followed after a businessman to the doorway, just as eager as herself to get home.
Just as she had one foot out, a force latched onto her arm and pulled her body back onto the train.
Mia whipped her head to see a man beside her, his bandaged hand tightly wrapped around her arm, pulling her into him. Before she could say anything to him, she felt herself cripple beneath his gaze. A shade of scarlet, she'd never though possible to see in a set of eyes. His eyes were piercing, poised as if ready to strike, while the rest of his expression seemed bored.
Almost as if he were doing a chore…something mundane to him.
Suddenly Mia felt her body being hurled across the train cart, landing on the plush seats. She snapped out her trance, and looked for a way to escape her assaulter. He strode over to her, the steady sound of his boots colliding against the floor all that could be heard.
Mia braced herself against the seat, preparing to lunge towards an escape route. But the longer she tried to think, the closer he crept toward her the fewer her options became.
Now he stood directly in front of her, blocking her path.
The brunette trembled, terrified for what this man had in store for her. Her hand inched across the seat, a meaningless attempt to escape. Her fingers collided with cold steel, and from the corner of her eye she remembered her key chain.
Her last hope.
'Note to self, never make fun of papá's stocking stuffers again'
Tan fingers wrapped around the steel cylinder, working diligently to unclasp the object from her bag without alerting her assaulter. She flinched when she saw his arms begin to move, her breathing hitched seeing his hands rise from his sides.
But curiously, they went straight to his headband. His eyes closed while his fingers worked to untie the fabric.
'This is my chance'
Mia sprung onto her feet, standing with her attacker face to face. His eyes shot open, and his relaxed expression changed to shock, as if he didn't think she'd fight back. She swung her arm, her hand reaching toward his face. In an instant he caught her wrist, just an inch away from his eyes. Mia smirked and slammed her finger on the latch to release gas onto his eyes. He screamed in agony and backed away from the girl, but she wasn't done there.
She took another step towards him, closing the distance. Her hands gripped his shoulders and forced him to a more upright position. Mia channeled all her force into her knee and smashed it upward into his groin, knocking him to the floor.
Part of her wanted to watch him writhe in pain, maybe lecture him on the error of his ways, but the rational part telling her to get the fuck away from him one in the end.
With adrenaline pumping through her veins, she sprinted cross the train cart. Hurling open the door to the next, and running through it as well. The doors to the outside had long since shut, but perhaps she could find the conductor or somebody to help her. Again she slammed a door open, not bothering to shut it, afraid to halt her escape.
She'd never been much of an athlete, and a part of her was amazed at the potential adrenaline had released within her body. Her muscles had a mind of their own, propelling her through the train.
Mia had her hand on another door handle, prepared to whip it open. But, she failed to register how sweaty her palms became. The brunette's hand slipped off the handle. Frantically she gripped the handle firmly with both hands, thrusting the door open.
Suddenly she felt her body thrown against the ground, her arms flew out in front of her bracing her body for the fall. She caught herself, preventing her face from colliding against the floor. With her face so close to the floor, she could feel her own breath come back on to her skin. Sharp, quick breaths as a result from her adrenaline high.
Mia knew what happened, and she shut her eyes tight desperate to hide from whatever was going to happen. She felt the same force turn her body over as she tried desperately not to whimper under his touch.
Mia tried to brace herself for any of the horrible possibilities the man could inflict on her, but there was no real way to prepare for that.
Death…rape…and even possibilities beyond that.
"Open you're eyes" His gruff voice commanded, and she scrunched her eyes more tightly after just hearing his voice. She was so scared, but she didn't want to anger him even more. Obeying him was her best and only option.
Slowly but surely, her eyes opened up and beads of tears cascaded down her temples. She tried looking past her attacker, towards the ceiling. His calloused hand found her jaw and forced her eyes to meet his own. Those scarlet orbs, viciously glaring back at her, now swollen as a result of her attack.
Then she looked higher…and regretted she had.
There…in the center of his forehead. Another eye.
She wanted to scream, but she felt paralyzed. Not a breath, blink, or anything she couldn't move at all. The man hadn't moved, in fact his grip had loosened. Mia should have been able to run, maybe, but something had a hold of her.
Something she couldn't explain.
A dull pain started in the back of her head, quickly growing to a throbbing headache. Her skull felt as if it was being ripped apart from the inside out, like her brain was just being scrambled. The pain continued to grow and grow to unimaginable lengths before…darkness.