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Unforgivable Curse

It was too easy. It always was. For him, at least.

He needed a distraction and the little whore of a student wanted sex with him. They all did. It'd been a long night and he'd gone out clubbing and drinking and whatnot with the guys. And of course, there were useless sluts just throwing themselves at them, fully aware of their status and wealth. They didn't care that they were all only eighteen and only in senior year of their high school. And it wasn't uncommon for him to throw some random girl in bed to get his mind off of the god damn problems in his god damn life, anyway. It was too god damn easy.

Or so he thought.

"God!" panted the girl, laying on the sweat-soaked bed with the sheets barely covering her. "That was-" -gasp- "-amazing!"

Sora didn't even glance at the girl whose name he didn't give a shit about. "Time for you to get out," he said carelessly as he rose from the bed, striding towards the bathroom. "And don't leave anything behind. I don't want any of your shit lying around here."

"Okay," said the girl, too breathless to be fazed by his harsh manner. "But do I have to go now?"

"Yes." He slammed the bathroom door at her pouting face. Clenching the sides of the sink, he lifted his head and stared back at his reflection; muscular yet lean, sweaty and still distracted. The sex hadn't taken his mind off things at all. Normally he would've been satisfied with just the power and control he had over the girls he'd slept with. Hearing them begging, moaning, and screaming so loudly for him he thought his head would burst. Even though if all felt the same after a while. He couldn't even remember what half of them looked like. It still got him off, though; that was main purpose. Not today, though. His shoved a hand through his damp hair. What the hell.

What the fucking HELL.

He clenched the edges of the sink until his knuckles turned white.

Bright, piercing blue eyes. Fiery red hair. Full, pink lips.

That stupid little BITCH.

Why couldn't he get that stupid image of her out of his god damn head. Why couldn't she just leaving the fucking school. But then again, he could just get her kicked out of the school. Just a wave of his little finger at the school administrator would do. Those morons would probably even lick his shoes if he wanted them to. All because of his huge amount of wealth that his father left him. No one dared to defy him. No one.

Except her.

And she was just a low-class, little commoner's bitch.

Sora punched the bathroom wall in frustration.

The rest of them had been so easy. Just a punch in the face and they'd be begging him for mercy. Move to another island.

But they'd all been guys. She was a god damn girl.

And she was still here. In. The. God. Damn. School.

Making him go out of his god damn mind. Why can't she just fuck off like the rest of them?

And then there was Riku. His best friend.

His best friend.

He just HAD to step in and not mind his own fucking business. Yes, Riku the chivalrous one. Stepping in and defending the poor and the damned.

What the fuck were Seifer and those bastards trying do to her, anyway? He didn't know. And he couldn't give a shit.

She was low. Scum. A commoner. Defiling the rest of the school.

They were just treating her for who she was.

He heard a distant but firm pounding at his front door.

SHIT. His head was beginning to hurt just at the sound of it. Who the FUCK would come visit his private school dorm building at this hour?

He'd told the guys – well, just Hayner and Irvine; Riku was who-knows-where-the-fuck right now – that'd he'd wanted no one distracting him. They knew he'd taken a random girl home tonight. They knew how he'd react.

Stupid slut probably forgot something. Even after I told her not to leave anything.

The pounding grew more forceful.

Oh, he was gonna kill that bitch.

Throwing on a pair of random shorts over his naked torso, he stormed out of the bathroom and towards the knocking. Grasping the knob, he flung open the door and began shouting.

"Didn't I TELL you not to leave anyth—"

He froze. Shock. Staring blankly at the person in front of him.

But only for a few seconds.

--

Kairi was shocked to the core. She had already been nervous about seeing Riku in the middle of the night just to thank him for what had happened earlier. She had even come all the way from the girls' dorms to the private ones where the richest students lived in their own buildings just to see him. She hadn't been able to fall asleep, anyway. She needed someone to talk to; it had been just too much to take in for a day.

But it was nothing compared to this. What was standing in front of her at this very moment.

The very last person she wanted to see on the planet.

Her mouth was open but no words came out. Her voice had died at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Sora, who looked almost as shocked as she was.

Her brain was so numb she couldn't think. Here, standing in front of her, was Sora Kumasaki. The bastard of all bastards. Here, in the place of Riku, whom she had expected to see.

Evidently not. The guard had given her the wrong directions as to which building he lived in.

Or she had just been too nervous to think about where she was going.

"I-I was just—I thought Riku—where is—" Kairi spluttered, still shocked.

Sora's eyes seemed to darken at the sound of Riku's name. Or at her presence. Either way, she didn't want to stay here any more than she was welcome.

"He's doesn't live here," he said harshly. He opened the front door wider. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Kairi seemed to just grasp the notion that he was half-naked and standing a mere foot away from her. Her eyes widened as they traveled down his muscular chest, and her throat grew drier. But only for a moment.

The anger came rushing back in an instant.

SLAP.

She'd hit his face so hard he had barely enough time to grasp the door frame just to keep his balance. Looking up, his eyes narrowed as she rose her hand again for another slap.

"You fucking bast—!"

His hand shot out of nowhere and caught her hand in a vice-like grip. She struggled to wrench free, but he held on tight.

"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed dangerously, his cheek still stinging smartly. The shock had gone away, replaced with enough anger to equally match the redhead's.

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" she spat, still trying to wrench her wrist away. "I'm giving you what you fucking deserve! No, you don't even deserve that. You need to go die and burn in HELL!"

Burning with rage, she swung her other hand at his face, but he caught that too.

"Let GO of me!"

"What the fuck's WRONG with you, Akutsu?" Sora snarled, shaking both her arms slightly. "You come banging down my door in the middle of the god damn night and hitting me and telling me to go to hell? As if I don't know you're a low class bitch already. Why the—"

"DON'T play games with me, you bastard!" she practically screamed at his face. "I KNOW what you told those stupid morons of yours to do. You'd thought it'd be FUN, didn't you? See the low-class girl become the whore? Though it'd be fun to see me raped?"

Raped.

Sora froze at her words, a feeling of dread creeping up inside. His grip on her wrists was now so tight she was starting to loose the feeling in her hands.

"What did you say?" he said in a low voice. It was a harsh, almost frightened tone. His blue eyes were piercing into hers as though searching for the truth.

No. They didn't. They can't have.

Kairi let out a harsh laugh, except it wasn't funny.

No. Don't laugh.

"I'm sure it would've been much for amusing for you if you actually saw it happen, wouldn't it Kumasaki? Am I too dirty for you to touch? Am I too low for you? Is that why you sent your fucking cronies on me instead of doing it yourself?"

"Shut up," Sora said quietly. Dangerously. "Shut up, Akutsu."

Memories buried deep inside were coming back.

Screaming. Screaming. Begging for mercy.

His breathing grew harsher. The anger, the fear, swelling up and threatening to consume him.

"If it wasn't for RIKU they'd probably still be fucking me right now! Would that satisfy you? So I'd be back in my place as a low-class whore, right?" she fumed. She couldn't stop. She'd probably never be able to stop. Her rage, resentment, driving her on. "How long has it been? How long has it been since you've started fucking up everyone's live because they breathed your air? Self-proclaiming yourself as ruler of this damn school just because you have money! You're pathetic, Kumasaki. You make me SICK. You're the one who's LOW. And I bet no one's ever dared say that to you, not even your own mother—"

SLAM.

She was pushed against the door, winded. He'd yanked her inside before she'd figured out what had happened, pinning her shoulders hard against the door, his face now inches away from hers. She struggled, but his strength was too much. Stunned, angry, and unable to control herself anymore, Kairi caught her breath quickly.

"Go on, then," she whispered menacingly. She stared into the blue eyes that were darker than she had ever seen them before. Something stirring inside them. But she didn't care. "Do it." His jaw clenched and he pushed her harder against the door. "Finish the job, then." She could almost feel his rage boiling inside him. Enraged. Provoked. "What are you waiting for? It's what you wanted." His eyes seemed capable of murder. His chest heaving heavily. She was terrified, but she tried to hide it. "Go on, Kumasaki. Hurt me. Hit me." Shut up. "You're lower than you think we are." Shut UP. Harsh, biting words, cutting through his skin. He was close, too close. The proximity was suffocating her. "Do it." she hissed. Memories, dark memories, burning, clawing at his insides. "Finish it, Kumasaki." And he did the only thing he could before he lost his mind.

The only thing.

He kissed her.

And then the world came crashing down.

His lips crushed hers and muffled her surprised cry and protests, as she struggled away from him. She pulled her head away angrily, hardly daring to believe what had just happened.

"You—you—" Kairi gasped out, but as she looked into his hardened eyes, she felt fear, fear like never before.

"No!" She struggled harder as he grabbed her chin and forced her face towards his. He brought his lips down once more and kissed her, kissed her harshly and angrily. Angry that she'd ever stepped foot into the god forsaken school. Angry that she'd spoken up to him in the first place. Angry that she dared to even come to his doorstep and tell him where his place stood. The thought of it angered him even more and he bit her lip so that she gasped, and forced his tongue inside, pushing into her mouth to punish her, tasting the bittersweet taste of her tongue that had spat those cruel words at him only seconds ago. A small sound she made was lost in his mouth as he continued to devour her with raw hunger, showing her who was in control, who had the power, wanting her to beg for mercy—he brought his hands up to her face to hold her against her struggling, and then he suddenly stopped, because he'd noticed.

He'd noticed her tears.

Then her eyes. Wide and terrified, filled with anger, hate, fear, and everything in between.

The memories were flooding back again.

Crying. Crying, screaming—

His father. His mother.

Begging, crying, screaming for help, anybody—

No. He couldn't let her cry. He'd seen enough tears in his lifetime.

No. Don't cry, he wanted to say. Stop crying.

Stop fucking touching her, her skin, her warm skin—

Let her go—

He couldn't.

Slowly and firmly, yet still staring into her fierce blue eyes, he brought his lips down to meet hers. She tried thrashing away again but her caught her—gently, this time. Warm. Soothing. Comforting. When did he learn how to kiss anybody gently? It was always hungry, or passionate, or desperate. He traced her mouth gently and she stilled, confused. He didn't stop, gently touching her lips with his, coaxing her. What is this? She thought. A silent apology? But slowly, slowly, she started to kiss him back. It was tentative, but there, returning. Gentle brushes, slight pressure; she was kissing him back.

Her eyes widened suddenly.

NO.

She pushed him away with her freed hands and he let her, backing away. She looked up at him with her eyes, confused, angry, and questioning. Why...?

Sora's mind was dazed. His head felt cloudy. It was too much to take all at once. Just too much.

"I—" she began. But her voice caught in her throat again.

What? Hate me? Despise me? Want to hit me again? Because I'll let you. I'll let you kill me if you want to. I punished you. Now it's your turn. Punish me. Hate me. Do something—

"I won't forgive you," she whispered.

And then she was gone, leaving the front door swinging open as she disappeared into the night.

--

Kairi didn't remember reaching her dorm room, or running up the stairs. The tears had been blinding her so much. She didn't remember unlocking her door and entering before she crumpled down on her bed, sobbing into her hands.

She felt disgusted. Angry. And confused.

That son of a bitch was playing with her emotions. Just to give her hell. As if he hadn't already.

She hated him. Hated him for almost taking away the one dignity she still possessed. Hated him for forcing himself on her.

And the worst part?

She hated him for stopping himself. Because she'd kissed him back, then.

She'd kissed him back.

The tears wouldn't stop coming.

--

Sora dragged himself to his room after who knows how long, then backed away slowly until he hit the wall, sliding down.

He remembered now. Those memories.

As clear as pictures.

"I won't forgive you, Sora," his mother whispered. "You killed him."

I killed him.

That girl reminded him of everything he wanted to forget. Everything he hated. Everything he cursed.

Everything he wanted.

Everything he once loved.

It was an unforgivable curse

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