Sorry guys for taking a century to update this story but my life has been a little chaotic. I promise to be more tentative from now on, but don't count on immediate updates alright :) Hope you like, thoughts are in italic as usual.


CHAPTER 4

She lay on her back fastened by leather straps to a wide queen size bed with a delicately forged steel frame. The black harness was tight across her rib cage. Her hands were manacled to the sides of the bed.

She had long since given up trying to free herself. She knew he would not free her so. She was wide awake but her eyes were closed. It had been four hours, and with the passing minutes she worried about her fate more and more.

Why didn't anyone come to check on her? Simple, she was known to take things till late to the sunrise.

Another reason she didn't open her eyes were, if she did she would find herself in darkness; the only light would be the faint burning red and the white smaze he has been blowing out of the window. She could hear his breathing, she didn't need to see him.

She had a bad taste in her mouth. The distinct flavor of copper told her it was her blood. His strong hands must have burst them open while trying to keep her mouth shut.

She was listening to the sounds of his bare foot walking across the hard wood floor. She had no idea how late at night it was, but she sensed it was past Mikoto's night patrol. She cursed herself for warning Mikoto not the disturb him and her. But how could she possibly know he would turn into a monster over night. He was a steady costumer, her mondays, wednesdays and fridays were always spent with his company. He had always been soft and caring, never had she thought to be in this situation.

This was one of the perks of the job, she mused to herself. After all, men will always be men... And men certainly didn't like to share their women, even if it meant a misstress. This was why Lady Viola had a strict policy of keeping a distance. She had always encouraged her girls to send their costumers away once their time was done for. It wasn't mandatory, it was just a sisterly warning, and and addition to that warning, Lady Viola always kept Mikoto patrolling the house just in case.

It was her fault wasn't it. She shouldn't have thought so safely of her occupation. It didn't matter that she lived in one of the safest houses of Paris, nor did it help that the man who had her manacled to cold steel was an influencial man in the politics.

Her nose itched and she turned her head so that she could rub it against the lavender scented pillow. She was sweating. It was becoming airless and hot in the room. Or maybe she was imagining so.

She had a extravagant nightdress that was bunching up beneath her, against her wishes. She didn't want him to get funny ideas. She may have had countless intercourses with the man and some she may even admit she enjoyed greatly but none of them had constrained her free will. If only, if only she could find a way to inform her Lady.

She had tried to scream when she first realized his intentions but the shiny blade and a shove of her own black lingerie had her mouth shut. That and the fact that she had always been a screamer. So unless her yelp of help was clear in words they would only think of it as the usual night round.

To tell you the truth, she was not afraid. But she did feel a great pent-up rage building inside of her. She did not care who the man was in the society, once she became released she would cut her balls off.

The harness was loose enough that she could change her position even for a slightly bit. She opened her eyes to find the built up torso sitting on the edge of the bed. His face was turned towards the wall across from her, she couldn't see his face but the smaze playing around his neck showed his tensed muscles. Whatever he was thinking, she only hoped he would spent more time doing so. She didn't want him to take action, not one bit.

Her rage was troubled by unpleasant fantasies about what was going to happen to her. She detested this helplessness. It reminded her of her childhood. It reminded her of the time before Viola. No. She didn't like this feeling one bit.

She turned her head towards the slight movement of a shadow she thought she saw right outside her window. She thinned her eyes to make sense of the shape moving on top of the mansion's chassis. And when her lime eyes caught hold of an emerald pair staring right back at her, she did everything in her power not to give out an involuntary gasp. She didn't need to though. Her eyes had sent the crucial message; help me.

In a moment an athletic figure had jumped inside, aiming and succesfully bringing down the surprised man. With a loud tud, the nearby lamp had ended cracking open the man's skull. The woman did not let go of the man until she was sure he had passed out. Apparently the girl's punches were as strong as getting hit by a bull on the face. The man was cold out for good.

Nao watched in anticipation as the other woman reached for the door and opened it shouting out loud. The figure then turned towards the manacled woman and tried to pull her hands out of the cuffs after pulling out the black underwear.

''Do not pull you moron! Grab the keys! Just grab the keys!'' it was weird to have heard her own voice which was mute for the past five or six hours. The figure whom Nao recognized as the intriguing new girl had jumped out of her skin when she heard Nao yell right next to her ear.

In panic the girl shouted a sorry and reached for the keys the man apparently held in his hands. ''Shit!'' The girl cursed as she tried her best to open the man's fixed punch. ''Don't any of you indulge in normal sex anymore?'' she gave out a frustrated growl.

''Like you would know the difference for fucks sake! Just grab the damned thing!''

No. Nao hadn't mean to reply in such a manner. Not in the slightest. If anything she was currently bursting in joy. Yes. She was happy, and in a few seconds she would be free as well. All was thanks to the new girl, her name now forever burned in her skull; Natsuki... What was she doing in the chassis at almost break of dawn she did not know. Perhaps she was trying to escape, or she was just an eccentric night walker. Honestly, Nao did not care one bit. And even though she still spoke like a spoilt piece of shit, she was glad. Very very glad that this new addition to the family had came to her aid.

''What is going on? Nao!'' Mikoto had burst in with a clearly panicked face right as Natsuki had freed her of her cuffs. Nao looked at the worried handsome face and tried her best to give a consoling smile, and she succeeded.

''I'm fine Mikoto. But...'' She stopped as Mikoto rushed to free her of the other straps with couple more of the house's occupants. ''But that bastard will pay for this!'' The moment binds which had forced her to bed left her body, she jumped down next to the lying body and started kicking with all her force.

''That bastard! This fucking pervert tried to- How dare you can try to! You you fucking son of a fucking bastard I'll cut your balls off!''

''Nao!''

Nao stopped for a second to turn and look at the appearing figure of the Lady of the House. Viola had entered the room looking around, trying her best to assess whatever was going on, hoping that it was not what she thinks it is.

In that moment Nao found herself travelling back in time. To a time when she was miserable, fearfull, and helpless. When she was still such a small kid who had seen all the ugly on the face of the earth. To a girl with no hopes.

''Nao!''

With the second call she felt strong arms capturing her in a harsh and rushed manner.

Viola.

She was no longer the helpless child was she. No. No matter what would happen Viola would always have her back. It was over now. It was okay. She was back at those safe arms... ''Viola... He, he tried to..''

''Hush Nao. It's over now. I swear to Earth and Hell he will pay for everything.'' The blond woman in black satin gown cooed while stroking the red head currently placed on her bosom. ''Let's go to my room shall we?''

It was funny really. Feeling Viola stroke her head affectionately as if she were a mere child. She did not object to it though. She merely smiled, it was okay if Viola said so.

''It's fine V. Just get rid of this trash of a man outta my room.'' It was okay. All was past. And among the ocean of ugliness which never ended with a hug, this was nothing really. So Nao did not intend to take her Lady's request. She was a woman now. A woman who could stand on her own feet thanks to Viola. ''The sun hits your room way too early for my taste.''

Both woman smiled to each other while a bewildered gaze raced between the two of them. Nao turned to find Natsuki torn between looking at her and Viola with a shocked face adorning her features. A smile played on her lips as she approached the clueless bluenette and stopped only a mere inches away from the white porcelain face. She enjoyed finding the other in deep blush as her own breath reflected back from the red skin.

''Thank you Natsuki...''

And she reached and closed the remaining gap between their lips.


The plan was simple.

Wait for household to fall asleep and then sneak your way out to freedom.

Yes, the plan was simple.

So why couldn't she succeed?

These were the thoughts running in Natsuki R. Kuga's mind for the past two weeks.

It had been somewhat two weeks days since her new boss explained her remaining fate and her new found job. It had been fourteen days since her first kiss... She shouldn't have been affected by it, this much. So what if she had locked lips with a gorgeous woman who, whenever around, had a habbit of jump-starting her comatose heart. Why was she still lingering here, she couldn't understand. She was supposed to run away, not hang around the house and help out with the chores.

''Natsuki?''

A hand appeared in front of her vision distracting her away from her thoughts. The blunette turned her head left to find the affectionate face of Yukino. A member of the Cramoisi whom Natsuki had genuinely liked.

The timid girl smiled and tilted her head a little towards to the floor, ''Could you help me move in the new sheets?'' she asked as sweet as possible.

''S-ure Yukino.''

That was it. Everday chores seemed to appear out of no where to occupy her days. Natsuki wasn't sure if it was her physical condition or Lady Viola who was the cause of it. Since her 'education,' Natsuki preferred to call it her stolen first kiss, she hadn't been asked to her misstress's room for anymore teaching. Not that Natsuki complained, on the contrary she was relieved, she just had an uneasy feeling she could not define.

Moving from a vacant room to another, Natsuki followed Yukino carrying the egyptian cotton bed sheets. Natsuki mused when she started catagorizing girls with colors. Their choices in bed linen seemed to reflect the girls. Janine preferred a pink set, Nao loved blood red, and Mikoto's single bed was wrapped in a color Natsuki couldn't define. It was somewhere between black and gray.

It suits though. I wonder to who these snow whites belong to..

''Could you take the remaining ones upstairs Natsuki? I'll go change mine.''

Natsuki mumbled another sure. When Yukino left her side to go downstairs, Natsuki's head looked up.

Damn.

Her head looked up, and her feet slowly moved to climb the stairs. One foot at a time she reached the familiar door of her Lady. Her slim fingers touched the old wood and gave it a soft knock.

''Who is it?''

That voice. As soothing as it was, there lied a danger only a keen ear would catch.

''It's Natsuki.'' Her husky reply came.

''Ara, I'm not here.''

''Hey-I know that trick!''

A light gigle came inside the room and Natsuki opened the door immediately to find the gorgeous face looking at her from the bed.

Natsuki couldn't help but smile tad a bit herself. This was her main problem after all. Lately she and Viola seemed to play these little games. Just ...

Just as if they were teenagers in the folly of youth.. -flirting.

Yes, for the past two weeks her education had stopped and general household chores were assigned to her. At first Natsuki thought it was because Viola wanted her to get familiar with her surroundings. As if to give her time to get use to her new life, her new home.

But at times like this she wasn't sure. Everyday for a short period of time Viola would have Natsuki to herself. Not for indecent advances but to... But to what Natsuki really did not know.

Yesterday the lady of the house had helped her out in the garden, and to see Viola in a white summer dress covered in dirt was a scene the household could not forget. The whole house had been smiling and laughing. In the end all those who were watching, decided to join in the fun. Who knew gardening was fun? Apparently it was to become a group activity for the house.

The day before, Yohko had taken Natsuki to teach her how to handle basic injuries that happened around the house. She was a nice and caring nurse Natsuki had thought, but her faux patient was the actual distraction. Viola had once again found her and had decided to become Natsuki's aid in her new education. How could she learn to bandage a sprained ankle when the one she held in her hands seemed to tremble her insides in frenzy.

So in her forteenth day, Natsuki somewhat accustomed to their little games, and currently without notice was standing inside her Lady's room all alone. And although she had not noticed, it was the first time she had entered the room with her own free will.

''I need to change the sheets, so you have to get out of bed.''

Her sentences no longer held the venom. Surely she was not kind with them, but they were becoming more and more neutral and Viola had noticed.

''Ara, the whole Nation is trying to get me into it, not out...''

It wasn't really a question. And her words seemed not to be directed to Natsuki as she watched her lady muse to herself looking out the window.

I hate it when she looks cute.

''Well I'm not everybody, so move.''

Viola stopped to look back at the new girl. Who spoke to her like this?

No one.

''Indeed not. Come here.''

Emerald orbs moved to meet with the crimson gaze. Although it was a command, the burgundy eyes seemed to plead to her. She watched as Viola's hands gripped the white sheets and opened them on the side to give entrance for the blunette.

''I have to change your she-''

''They can wait. Come here.''

Fidgeting on her spot Natsuki stood where she was. She looked down on the soft white sheets and then looked around. She moved towards the small table and put down her load. She turned back to find Viola scooting to the side, looking up to her expectantly. Why was she listening? Why didn't she call the woman names and leave the room. This was what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to yell 'I will certainly not' and leave the room.

Yes, she was suppose to do that but she did not.

While she was thinking, her foot had brought her to the edge of the king size bed. Slowly yet with caution she sat inside the bed, and removed her shoes. Her body stiffened when she felt a pair of soft hands on her shoulders.

''Come, just lie next to me.''

The hands left her as soon as they came, and Natsuki cursed herself for wishing it again. The blunette turned to find her Lady lying on her side looking with child like eyes. She sighed and lied down as well, looking at the ornated ceiling.

''What am I doing here?''

Natsuki hadn't meant for her thoughts to be voiced. But she did not panicked either. If any other thought had escaped from her mouths she could have been in big trouble.

''Maybe we are lying here because you don't wish to be standing somewhere else...''

This elicited a soft chuckle from the blunette.

''Not to hurt your feelings and all, but this is the last place I want to be.''

Viola's eyes widened slightly for the shortest time. Was the girl actually joking?

This was an opening too good to be wasted ''Ara, Natsuki wishes not to hurt my feelings but does so anyway? I feel a big improvement in our relationship.''

''In our wha-?'' The blunette had reacted by turning her head sideways, which had turned out to be a big mistake as she froze on her spot. Their faces were only inches apart, and Natsuki dreaded the moment she would feel Viola's breathing.

''In our relationship.'' Viola whispered with a sly ghost of a smile.

They stood there, their eyes locked as Natsuki stopped thinking.

''What relationship is it, that I'm unaware of?''

Why Natsuki spoke in such a way she did not know. But in the past two weeks, whenever the two of them were alone the blunette found herself acting like someone else. She was a stranger to this person who took control of her whole body and mind. As if on cue, whenever Viola appeared in her vision she changed characters. She was astonished to find on one encounter that she was bolder and sometimes even playful just like her Lady.

''Look me in the eyes. Tell me you're not in love with me.'' It was a demand. It was a dare.

And Natsuki took up the challenge immediately, ''I'm not in love with you.''

The woman grinned, and to see such a face flash perfect pearl of a teeth immediately pulled the corners of her mouth as well.

''Natsuki just lied. Lying's the most fun a woman can have without taking her clothes off... –'' the woman closed the remaining distance to whisper her remaining words while touching soft lush lips that pulsated right in front of her. ''-but it's better if you do...''

Natsuki felt her body burn as if a gallon of gas was poured and a burning match was thrown at her.

''So says the woman who-''

That was the end of her sentence. Not that Natsuki knew what she was planing to say. It was the other Natsuki who was in control.

And apparently the other Natsuki didn't want to talk either...


Viola had woke up that day smiling. And when she opened her eyes, she had questioned the reason of her content. She had frozen in her bed momentarily, when the reason of her happiness flashed to her mind.

It was such a realistic dream.

She was wrapped in arms. Safe, strong yet slim arms. She was by a lake side, lying on her side, on the green grass, sun shining upon her. She remembered having goosebumps from the fresh breeze. The arms wrapped around her tightened as if to protect and warm. Her vision lowered to her entangled hand. She knew who the other hand belonged to, but she dreaded to find somebody else if she turned to look. So she did not. She squeezed back and closed her eyes, only to wake up in her room.

It was a weird dream for many reasons. Surely being a woman who spent her life in bodily pleasures, she was accustomed to dreams that indulged in the same fashion. What she was not used to was the innocence of her dream, and the special way it had felt. Never before had Viola allowed someone to just hold her and sleep with her. It was out of her comfort zone. No she had never fallen asleep with anyone by her side since she had become the Lady of Cramoisi.

While she was busy contemplating her dream in the luxury of her warm bed, her door had been knocked. And the voice behind was no other than Natsuki.

The owner of the warm hold in her dream.

Ara.

So when Natsuki had tried to keep the conversation going, Viola had decided other wise. She did not wish to hear the sentence that would surely kill the mood they were currently in. The best way to shut the other girl was to close that mouth with her own. She just wanted this feeling of content and happiness to linger more before she became Viola and go back to her duties.

Yes, those were her excuses.

As their lips met, both gave out an audible sigh as if they had been yearning and holding back for such a long time. This made both eyes to pop open. Here they were bathing in the sun light, the lips locked and frozen, looking at each other trying to guess what the other was thinking.

Viola did not want her chance to go away so she took control of the situation by reaching out for the fine neck that belonged to the other girl. She touched the cold smooth skin and pulled towards her body, turning the blunette sideways as she was.

Natsuki complied, watching without an uprise. She was giving the reins to Viola's hands once again, and although she did not like the thought she find herself helpless against it.

''In love yet?'' Viola whispered onto her lips and the blunette took a gulp before moving her lips to a no.

Viola smirked, this time the kiss was not so innocent as before. Natsuki gave an internal gasp as other woman's tongue escaped into her mouth. She froze momentarily before moving her own in sync. Two women continued their passionate kiss till Viola stopped to give both of them a breather.

''Does Natsuki know what they call this in other countries?'' Viola was back to being an imp but Natsuki did not mind it this time because her face was held by those hands, keeping the proximity of their faces.

''Corrupting the innocent?''

''Ara, if I had not known Natsuki, I would presume her to be a woman of many experiences.''

''Huh? How come?''

Oh this girl can be so unintentionally... cute.Viola thought to herself before answering.

''Because Natsuki's talents in French kiss is beyond many I've encountered before.''

Viola had meant it as a compliment, and from the blush which appeared on the other girl she believed she had succeeded. What she didn't expect was the clash of brows after the blush. Natsuki held the hands on her face and moved them away, slowly rising from the bed. Viola stood struck. Had she said something to offend?

''I am glad my skills better the rest of the nation.'' The blunette had finished her rise, and now stood on her feet on the side of the bed. ''Since you do not plan to leave the bed, I'll be leaving the sheets. I am sure you withhold skills other than seducing people, and change them yourself.'' By now she moved towards the door.

''Yukino needs me. I should go.''

And with that the door had closed, leaving Viola with questioning eyes.

After a moment of contemplating, the blond woman pulled the sheets over her head and closed her eyes.

All she could see was the emerald set of eyes and the clear irritation they held.


What are you doing dick head! She is a prostitute. It's her job to get under your skin. And apparently you are her new day time toy. Bravo for letting her you dumbass!

You are begining to like the life in here so I find your complain unnecessary.

Shut up inner voice.

I am only stating the obvious. You have been helping around the house even when it is not asked of you. And remember today while you were having breakfast with the rest of the house, you asked the twins whether they were okay after last night. It's downright of me to say you actually care for the people now.

No! Anybody would have asked that question after what I heard last night! It's just- you would too!

Certainly I would.. I am begining to like the life in Cramoisi.

Well too bad for you we're leaving tonight!

Certain?

Like never before dammit.

That night surprisingly Viola did not entertain any clients. She chatted with her friends and girls all through the night, and the advances to bed the woman were to no avail. Natsuki was once again shocked to see the reversed roles. The clients did not choose the ones they wished to bed in Cramoisi, the courtesans did. The girls and boys of Cramoisi had their free will to pick their customers on the rule that they 'had' to pick one. Only Viola had the right to remain in her quarters without company if she wished so.

''Good evening Natsuki.''

''Oh, hello Mikoto.''

Natsuki turned to find the young handsome girl adorning a simple tuxedo of the sort. She herself was dressed in same fashion, and if she looked anywhere good as Mikoto did then she was pleased.

''May I ask you a question?'' the blunette asked carefully as the other girl turned and gave a curt nod.

They were standing on the balcony looking down at the guests and courteasans that occupied the garden.

''Do you... you know...'' she tried her best to voice her question without actually saying those words.

''Are you asking if I have sex with customers or not?''

Natsuki choked on her drink Yukino had given her earlier. She had not expected the other girl to be this blunt.

''Err.. yes actually.'' She murmured waiting for an answer.

''Yes i do.'' The handsome face turned to give a small smile, and Natsuki nodded her head in understanding. The blunette turned to look downstairs, her eyes quickly spotting a certain blond idly conversing with two other women.

''It's just, I have never seen you with anyone.''

''I am at the service of a Lady exclusively. She is my only client.''

Natsuki liked chatting with this intreguing girl. Her dialogues were always to the point without any verbal games like some people in this house.

''I see. So not everyone has to entertain all.''

''No. Not if you're chosen.''

''Chosen?''

''Yes, if your services are asked exclusively and paid for that matter then you are chosen. Some are chosen in this house, but they are few because not many can afford the cost. And some like Nao wish not to be chosen and reject if asked so.''

''Oh... I see... What about Viola?''

''What about Viola?''

Natsuki couldn't help but ask, somewhere inside she felt as if she could talk with Mikoto without a worry. Which was worrysome in itself. Was it true what her inner voice had said. Was she begining to like the people in Cramoisi?

''You know.. Is she chosen?''

Natsuki had expected a no, so she was slightly surprised to find the other girl silent, thinking. Mikoto's eyes had found her Lady as well and it seemed she contemplated before answering.

''Viola is different.'' Was her unsatisfactory answer which resulted in Natsuki yearning to ask more.

''How come?''

''Viola is different. She can leave whenever she wants. She doesn't have to entertain.''

Those short sentences held many meaning in them and Natsuki did not know where to take this answer.

''Why is she still here if she can leave then?''

''I don't know. I think she stays for us. Or maybe she stays for herself.''

''I don't understand.''

''Do you have to?''

The question had taken Natsuki by surprise. She turned to find Mikoto looking at her with a tilted face.

''Yukino says it is a tiring job to justify everyone to your conscience. Is it bad to accept people as they are? Viola has her reasons, just like everybody else in here does. Just as I do. Do not think lowly of the life here. I would not let you Natsuki. I like Natsuki, but I love Nao, Yukino, and I love Viola. If we had different lives, we would live differently so. But this is our life, so we live it as so.''

''But you can have a different life! You can run away and have the life you want!'' Natsuki did not know where her new found rage had come from. She had thought Mikoto may understand her. She did not expect the girl to be this loyal to a whore house.

''Then run away. I ran away once. Cramoisi does not have walls with wires, one can simply turn the knob and leave.''

''Are you telling me to run away? Like you would let me go?''

''Did anyone tried to stop you before?''

''Well no but I haven't tried to run away yet!''

''Why did Natsuki not?''

''I don't know! I just didn't! But I will!'' Natsuki huskly argued, and decided right then that she would run away tonight.

She looked back at the garden when her company just nodded and fell silent. Mikoto left Natsuki's side with a gentle squeeze on the arm. Natsuki did not move, her eyes searched the garden to once again fall on the blond goddess which adorned a heart jumping dress.

As if on cue crimson orbs moved around until they settled themselves on an emerald pair on the balcony. A familiar tempting smile appeared on the porcelain face and Natsuki found herself abruptly turning and leaving the comfort of the balcony.

Natsuki never saw the slight annoyance on her Lady, nor she never knew the reason why she was off-mood that night. She only had one mission in mind and that was to go downstairs to her room, pack everything and wait for the house to settle so she could sneak out to her freedom.

Or so was the plan...


She was back in Viola's room after an unbelievable set of events. Natsuki hadn't dared to turn the knob and leave as Mikoto had suggested. Her plan was to sneak out from the window on the third floor which had adjoined chassis with the next building. She was planning to sneak her way out of the street by jumping frm a building to another. But her plan had not go according to the plan one bit.

First problem was the damp chassis. The humidity of Paris had made her obstacles more slippery than necessary. And right when she was about to leave she had witnessed something her conscious would not let go.

There was Nao, manacled to bed with her underwear shoved to her mouth. At first Natsuki was flabbergasted to think that was how Nao entertained her clients, but when their eyes locked Natsuki had seen the fear in them. No, she could no run away like this. First she had a beating to do.

So without a thought she had jumped inside, and beat the crap out of that bastard of a man.

She touched her lips that were captured by Nao just moments ago. She hadn't jumped back. She had stayed still and let the other girl kiss her to insanity. It was not innocent, it was not kind. If this was how Nao showed her gratitude she was scared to find how Nao showed her other affections.

''Ara, Natsuki?''

The blunette was brought back to her surroundings. She was standing in the middle of Viola's elegantly decorated room and she had no idea how she got there.

''Hm?''

''Was Nao's kiss that imprinting, that Natsuki is speechless?''

''What? No. I was just thinking that's all.''

Viola wanted to ask the blunette's thoughts but she refrained herself from doing so. ''I wish to thank Natsuki for saving Nao's life. I am in most gratitude.''

''It's fine. I was in the right place at the right time that's all.''

''Ara, indeed. The funny thing is I wonder what Natsuki was doing on the chassis?''

Natsuki froze on her spot a slight blush covering her face. She was so very busted.

''I..- I was running away.'' She honestly replied and waited for the other woman's reaction. A reaction which never came. She lifted her head up to look at Viola who had turned her back to her with the statement.

''I see. Then I'm sorry you were distracted from your plan of escape.''

''It's not it!'' Her hands rushed to her mouth to close them but she had already said those words.

Viola turned back to her, her eyes once again becoming the predatory animal's ''What is it then?'' she moved and stood right in front of Natsuki. She wanted an answer but Natsuki did not know what to say.

''I-I just, I mean it's.- I don't know.'' She honestly replied and the animalistic crimson gaze softened immediately.

''Na..tsu..ki?'' a hand rose her chin and lifted it once again to fall into blood red pits. ''Tell me what is it that repels you? What is it in these past weeks that you experienced so unacceptable, that you wish to leave this place?''

Natsuki thought of the question and realized she did not have an answer. Really what was it? Was there even anything? She was irritated by Viola herself and the seemingly affect she had on her. And aside from the three kisses she had recieved so far, was there anything else she could complain about?

''It is not what I have experienced, but what I will in the end.'' She replied seriously after a moment.

''What makes you think you will not enjoy it as well?''

They were close once again, and Viola's perfume did nothing to soothe her nerves. It was different than what Viola usually smelled like. Her scent was lavender and fresh fowers, but now she smelled of something not so soothing. Her aim was not to calm, it was to stir. And she successfully stirred everything inside of Natsuki.

''I know.''

''You mean to tell me you did not enjoy so far?''

''No. I did not.''

The hod on her chin tightened, and another emotion captured Viola's features. She was angry. Natsuki could tell that much.

''Even I am not that good of a liar Natsuki. Look at yourself.''

Viola had wrapped her arms around the blunette's waist and turn her in one swift motion towards the most expensive object in the room. The mirror reflected the two figures as Viola captured Natsuki from behind.

''Your words may lie, but you body does not. Where you breathing this fast before you walked into my room?''

In the shortest slice of time, a well manicured set of fingers had bursted the blunette's shirt's buttons. A hand moved in between her breasts and Natsuki gasped at the contact. She looked at her own bewildered eyes and then the crimson ones reflected at the mirror. She felt the need to close-tighten her tighs as she felt a weird sensation in her lower body by just looking at their position in the mirror.

All the while Viola kept whispering in her ear with a strong, accented, heavy voice. Natsuki felt the tremors all around her body.

''Will you not whimper when I kiss you?''

Viola did not wait for an answer. Instead she moved the silky blue hair out of her vision and lowered her lips to the creamy skin. That neck had awakened forgotten feelings inside of Viola. And just as Viola hoped, Natsuki let out an involuntary whimper. Viola did not, wished not to let go of the skin which pulsated in between her lips. So she decided to taste it. Her tongue closed on the slightly perspirated skin, and a head fell back down on her shoulder.

Viola captured the girl with her arms in an even stronger hold, not moving the one that stood in between the seductive valley. But the moment Natsuki showed her weak spot and her head fell in a vulnerable state, Viola's ambitions changed.

She had originally planned to punish this girl for denying her desires. But now, holding the ever rebellious Natsuki like this she could not do so anymore. A new feeling washed over her. A feeling and a need.

A need to pleasure the other girl.

''St-stop Viola...''

It was weak. It was faint. It was frail.

''Say that you like it.''

It was strong. It was demanding. It was fervent.

''No.''

Natsuki didn't utter the expected words even in her suffocating anesthetic. Viola returned to her ministrations more fervently, and she got her prize when she heard the blunette moan for the first time.

She want it. She wanted to hear it again. It had awakened something that had long died, and Viola yearned for it.

''Say that you will stay in Cramoisi.''

''St..-no.''

''Stop lying. Say that you will stay.''

''Nnh-no.''

Strong hands captured her own and Viola dreaded they would lift hers off. But they did not. Upon this, she stole a glance at their reflection to find emerald orbs shut under eye lids. Her hand that stood in between those soul wrenching breasts were locked in position by Natsuki's hand. They held it desperately but didn't move it.

''Say that you will stay with me...''

They both stood in silence. Viola had no idea where those words had come from. And Natsuki apparently did not expect such words uttered in such a tone.

Viola wanted her to stay.. with her.

As the silence progressed, Viola found herself not able to move. She did not return to kissing the smooth skin, but stood looking, and waiting for a response from the blunette. Slowly, emerald orbs appeared and Viola gave the breath she did not know she was holding.

And then a timid nod came.

Unexpected, but very much welcomed...


Well, it seems as though Natsuki is staying :) Stick around for the education that is about to begin... Review it if you liked it and make me very happy :)