Teacher Teacher

Un, chappie 2!

(Again, I have no idea…)

Kimiko had forgotten when their lessons with Chase were. She had to ask Master Fung. Chase would be training them on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. That reassured Kimiko a little; maybe in two days she'd be able to calm down the hormones raging in her body.

Kimiko had asked Keiko how to deal with being around a really cute guy. Keiko told her to watch hentai. She said that always worked. Kimiko told her that was disgusting and she asked if she had any other options.

"Well you could always try hypnosis or something…"

That was her response. Hypnosis. Kimiko was screwed. There was no way she'd be able to keep her focus as long as Chase was teaching them.

Maybe if she just improved on her own…

That might work. If she got better on her own she wouldn't have to train with him and thus, wouldn't have to worry about going mad from temptation.

So, Kimiko went out and began training like mad. She used every obstacle course until they broke from overuse, she used all the staves against training dummies until they snapped in half, she practiced her martial arts until her fingers and toes bled.

By the time she was done, Kimiko was gasping for air and was drenched in sweat.

Kimiko collapsed on the ground as the cool air of nighttime hit her. She had been training all day long; it was almost midnight now. Her body was aching from overuse, but it honestly felt good to push herself like that.

Kimiko's happiness was short lived, however, as she heard a soft mocking voice behind her.

"Now what's the point of having a teacher, if you're just going to practice without them?"

Kimiko knew all too well who that was.

And when she turned her head, her eyes confirmed it. Chase.

His golden eyes gleamed down at her, his trademark smirk planted on his face.

Kimiko felt her cheeks heat up a little, but not as badly as they had yesterday when he was shirtless. Chase was fully clothed now, and she was incredibly happy he was. If he weren't she'd probably have died from arousal; if that was possible.

"What do you want?" she asked, trying not to let him know how nervous she was just being around him now.

Chase's smirk only grew and he replied coolly, "Came to check up on my least promising student…"

Fire flared in Kimiko's sky blue eyes. Least promising?

"Ass," she growled at him. Chase only chuckled at her tongue.

He sighed, and clicked his tongue softly a couple of times.

"Such language against your teacher…" he sighed, feigning disappointment, "Such audacity…" He hissed the word audacity at her, hitting home and making Kimiko look away from him out of embarrassment. That only made him more amused.

Kimiko certainly was making this fun for him; if she weren't there he'd have no one to occupy himself with. The boys didn't harbor a crush on him, Kimiko did.

And because she held a crush, Chase was able to bend it and twist it and use it as entertainment.

Kimiko whispered softly, "I'm sorry I was so distracted yesterday…"

Chase hadn't been expecting an apology, but he enjoyed it never the less.

And because he was the one in control of the situation, he decided to break her further.

"Isn't it customary in Japan to bow when apologizing to someone of a superior stature?" he asked, observing his fingers, but then smirking devilishly at her.

Kimiko swallowed and said with a stutter, "I d-don't understand…"

Chase groaned at her ignorance. He told her what he wanted; flat out.

"Bow to me."

Kimiko blinked at the words, but she adjusted herself and touched her forehead to the ground.

"I'm very sorry I disappointed you during training," she whispered, trying her best not to cry. This was humiliating! She was just glad the guys weren't there to see her weakness.

Chase grinned wickedly. She had given in! Excellent. He was in complete control of the young girl's emotions. He felt so powerful; not that he always didn't feel powerful, he just liked this different kind of power he held over her.

He knelt down before her and as she lifted her head back up, Chase placed his hand upon the top of it. Kimiko stopped the motion instantly and she stared at him, eyes wide with unspoken confusion.

He wasn't going to make this fun for her. Oh no, he was going to torment this poor girl until she could never love anyone ever again.

Chase moved his hand to under her chin and he tilted her head up to look into his golden eyes.

"Such a beautiful shade of blue…" he whispered. Kimiko's senses heightened; she inhaled sharply and waited on bated breath to hear what Chase had to say.

He smirked a little, but faked a smile brilliantly and he whispered, "Reminds me of the sky…"

Chase let go of her chin, he could see the color of her cheeks darkening. He smirked down at her, faking a smile once again and wit that, Chase left her.

Transition music…. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo. Yes. That is necessary.

Kimiko woke up the next morning, feeling nervous, but excited for the training session she was to have with Chase today. She wanted to prove to him that she wasn't a waste of effort, and she wanted to prove to herself that she could handle herself around Chase.

Kimiko tied her hair back into a ponytail and curled the ends of her ebony black hair. Kimiko decided against make-up today; it'd only get ruined when she trained with Chase.

Kimiko put on a tank top and shorts; she felt they would be better suited to training. She hadn't been the only one to choose a change of clothes. Raimundo was wearing a simple pair of tan shorts, Clay was wearing green shorts, and Omi had put on a little white Tee and black shorts.

Everyone knew they were going to be pushed today, and they had all dressed for it.

Kimiko was out sitting on the steps of the temple, the guys all right beside her. When Chase showed up, Raimundo immediately shouted that he wanted to go first, as he had payback that Chase needed to receive for knocking him down.

Chase obliged, seemingly uninterested. Once again it was staff work; Chase still being the dominant fighter in the training.

After Raimundo had lost for two hours straight, it was Clay's turn.

Half way through the training, Raimundo came out with water bottles and asked if anyone wanted some.

Clay desperately needed water and he ran over and took three. Omi took one, taking small sips. Raimundo took big gulps from two different water bottles. Kimiko picked one up and sipped a little of it.

Chase came over and took a bottle. He was coated in that same thin sheen of sweat Kimiko had seen the other day, but he didn't look as tired.

Even just drinking, Chase was trying to torture little Kimiko. He gulped down the water, letting a fairly large amount out between the corners of his lips and let it trickle down his body.

Kimiko's hungry eyes followed the water as it slid along down his neck, past his collar bone, down his pecs, along his shimmering six pack, and eventually sliding into the fabric of his pants. Oh how Kimiko hated those pants right now; they were obstructing her view!

Chase noticed her eying him and smiled to himself. He was winning.

Chase called Clay back to continue their training and once again, Chase was able to knock Clay around for hours.

Clay dragged his exhausted body back into the temple, where he proceeded to bathe away his layer of sweat.

Chase looked to Kimiko and Omi, the last two to be trained that day. Chase was planning some fun with Kimiko; he was saving her for last.

Chase began training with Omi and two hours later, Omi went inside to bathe as well. Raimundo and Clay had gotten dinner and gone to bed. It wasn't even seven yet, but they were exhausted! Omi would soon be joining them in slumber.

Kimiko swallowed nervously and looked at Chase. He was getting more water, once again letting the liquid run down his muscled chest. He wiped it away from his mouth and sighed happily.

"Ready?" he asked, looking the obviously shaken Kimiko over. She seemed shy, but he knew that if she were angry, she could pull out some pretty intense attacks. But she wasn't going to be getting angry with him for a while yet.

Kimiko walked over to where the staves were and she gently picked hers up off the ground. When she looked up she saw Chase was bending over to pick his up. Kimiko found her eyes fixated on his ass. (My computer just changed on to of again! OMIGOD I'm gonna kill it!)

Chase noticed, but feigned ignorance, turning to look at her as he picked up his staff.

Kimiko's cheeks reddened when he turned to look at her, and she quickly averted her gaze.

Chase smirked; such innocence. She was making this too easy for him.

He readied himself and once she had too, Chase struck at her. He purposely made several attacks that would require a close proximity between the two of them; just to see how she'd react.

Other than her face reddening a little at the closeness, Kimiko reacted better than he thought she would. Of course, he wanted to amuse himself, so he decided to spice things up a little.

He struck at her, right when she was striking at him and he bent his staff just right so it caught on hers and caused him to go toppling onto her as they had the last time. Only this time, Chase stopped himself from slamming into her with his hands and held himself a few inches above her.

Kimiko was staring up at him, her cheeks beat red. She liked the feeling of looking up into Chase's eyes and seeing him looking tired and sweaty. She wouldn't mind seeing him like this more often.

Chase stared down at her, gasping for air. Unfortunately for him, falling like that did knock the wind out of him, and he needed air for what he was about to pull off.

He smirked a little and panted softly, "I'm impressed…" Kimiko looked at him curiously, panting along with him. "You've now managed to knock me down twice…" he said between gasps for air.

Kimiko smiled weakly and said, "Still think I'm your least promising student?"

Chase had been hoping she'd ask that. He smirked in response.

"Not at all," he replied, reaching a hand over to caress her cheek tenderly, "in fact…" he leaned down and let his hot breath hit her neck; she shuddered in response, "I see so much potential in you now…" he whispered the words, brushing his lips against her neck seductively. He felt Kimiko shiver beneath him; that made him smile.

He then lifted himself off of her and helped Kimiko to her feet. She was quite red in the face now, but Chase had expected she would be.

Her clothes clung to her sweaty form, revealing to Chase that Kimiko's cleavage had grown since they first met. It also revealed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the shirt as two areas poked the fabric out.

Chase knew it was because she was aroused by him; it amused him to think that she really was that innocent to actually let him see that. If she had known better, she would have worn a bra so that he wouldn't be able to tell when she wanted him.

The two of them went and sat on the steps of the temple, both gulping down as much water as they could.

Chase sighed after he finished drinking and he grumbled, "I should best be heading back…"

Kimiko looked at him; she didn't want him to leave. Not yet.

"Don't you want to take a bath and eat something before you head home?" she asked, but really she was begging him to stay a little longer.

Chase seemed to be contemplating her idea. In truth, he had known she would offer something to that extent and it made him smile to hear the words leave her lips.

"I suppose I could stay…" he replied, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully, "At least for a little while…"

Kimiko's heart leapt. He was staying!

Chase offered to let her bathe first, but Kimiko said she was going to prepare something to eat. She said she knew the guys wouldn't save anything for them.

So Chase let himself into the bathroom and began to wash away the sweat he had earned from the vigorous exercises of the day.

He relaxed in the hot water and let his muscles loosen under the intense heat. All but one muscle loosened.

Chase lay there, envisioning what he would do to Kimiko to truly break her. He contemplated rape, but that wouldn't be as much fun. No, he would make it consensual and he would make her beg for him. He would give her the most intense pleasure she had ever felt and then he would take it away from her. That would scar her much worse than rape ever could. If he did that, she'd never be able to get over the hurt of him leaving her.

Chase smirked happily; Kimiko would be his and there was nothing she would be able to do about it. It pleasured him to imagine her underneath him, begging for more and then seeing her heartbroken face as he took the pleasure away. He felt himself grow and throb as he envisioned how he would break Kimiko's heart.

Kimiko was in the dining area, she had just finished preparing Tayaki. She wasn't sure how or where she had learned to prepare it, but she had. She made chocolate, red bean paste, vanilla, raspberry, and meat filled Tayaki. (If you don't know what Tayaki is, look it up, cuz I can't explain it…)

She set the plates of it down upon the table and she gently re-did her ponytail.

She heard the soft clicks of bare feet against the wood in the hallway and she heard a calm voice.

"You monks have any extra clothes around here?"

Kimiko turned her head around and looked at Chase. Her eyes were intensely pleased by what they beheld. Kimiko felt her knickers go damp at the sight.

Chase was standing in the doorway, wearing only a towel as his hair dripped water down his frame. The towel was tied flimsily; it probably would have come right off if Kimiko tried. Kimiko could see the muscle below his navel now, and she desperately wanted to see the most important muscle a male had, but she knew she couldn't.

Chase smiled, waiting for her response; Kimiko was such a dirty girl. The way her eyes raked over his body made Chase feel in control once again and he absolutely adored the feeling!

"Yeah," she replied, trying desperately to not faint, "This way…"

Kimiko led Chase down a hall and to her room.

Kimiko occasionally bought men's clothing when she couldn't find anything in the women's section that was her size. Kimiko rifled through her clothes until she found a pair of black baggy pants that had some chains hanging from the pockets. She assumed Chase would like the style; she had never worn these pants either, she had just bought them a week ago.

Kimiko handed him the pants and searched for a shirt for him. Kimiko couldn't find any shirts she thought would fit him.

"Uhhh…" she mumbled nervously. Kimiko turned to him and said softly, "I think you're just gonna have to go with the pants… I don't have anything that would fit you…"

Chase shrugged. "Fair enough. I appreciate the clothes," he said, looking at the gothic pants, "very me…" Chase folded them over his arm and he went back to the bathroom to dress.

Kimiko swallowed and returned to the dining room. She sat at the table, but she felt it would be rude to start eating without Chase.

When he came back in Kimiko felt dizzy. Chase looked like a sexy emo vampire werewolf! Oh how she wanted to strip him naked and claim his body as hers.

Chase smiled and spread his arms, showing her his body. "Well, how do they look?" he asked, playing with her.

Kimiko stuttered, "Y-you-you look great…!" Her cheeks were rosy with the blush creeping across them.

Chase grinned and sat himself beside her at the table. He asked her what the food was and she explained to him what Tayaki was. Chase picked one up and decided to try one.

It was fish shaped, and Chase bit off the head first. He hated to admit, but it was actually pretty good. Chase had gotten one of the chocolate filled ones; he had never relay been much of a sweet tooth, but the Tayaki was a good mix of sweet and other flavors.

Kimiko ate beside him, glancing at him every now and then. Kimiko wanted desperately to smear the chocolate filling across his chest and lick it clean; dirty thoughts, but Kimiko couldn't deny that she thought them.

Chase had a feeling he knew what she was thinking, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of touching his body with her tongue tonight. That wasn't how he was playing their game.

This was Chase's game, and Kimiko was a pawn in the chess match as Chase, the king, took her and used her as he deemed fit.

Hooway! Chapter two! Weeee! *spins in computer chair*