Chapter Four

You know that awkward deja vu feel, when you meet someone and then suddenly they start appearing everywhere. Senji just kept popping up out of no where, I mean, his room was a few doors down from mine (unusually), apparently his hang out spot happened to be Shiro, Ganta, and my spot; I had thought the grown ups rooms were different from ours but grown up in the asylum meant well over thirty-five and Senji was in his golden twenties. And he was pretty nice too. Every now and then he'd come chat with us, and as usual would blush madly over me and Shiro's revealing outfits. Honestly it was hard to believe he belonged in that place, but he has his histroy too. And he kept that nice guy facade up pretty well. Whenever me and Senji were alone together, he'd always, and never failed once, to mention how skinnny I was and needed to build some muscle. When he was trying to be funny he'd call me twig, which actually became his little nickname for me over time. I didn't care about being overly muscular, but I did admit I was pretty skinny, and if I were going to escape I had to buffer up. I remember Senji coming into my room one time while I was attempting to do a push up, and he laughed at me as if I were the funniest thing on the planet. Super guard caught me doing sit ups and apparently thought it was really adorable or something cause he just kept staring and laughing at me. That day he brought a book with him to my room, um, it was a vampire book called Dracula-you know by Bram Stroker. I had no intention of listening to some older than dirt story, I mean Scarlet Letter was old enough, but he forced me to sit on the bed and shut up as he red it to me. And I listened to every single word and detail that left his mouth. He decided to use a dark, and lustful voice when reading Dracula, and I hated it, cause it was really turning me on and I didn't want to feel anything towards this man. I remember this particular part in Dracula that he red so seductively, so luscious, mesmorizing, so luring it was almost as if he were moaning the part,

"The fair girl went on her knees and bent over me, fairly gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal... I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the supersensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there."

And the way those words left his lips was so appealing and devilish, that second I slapped my hands over my ears, not wanting to hear anymore, not wanting to be tempted-that's what I figured. He must've been trying a new method of torture and wanted me to come to him, or wanted me to need him. And I sure as hell didn't want to fall for it. But I did, when I had covered my ears I closed my eyes as well, and when I finally decided to peek through my lids, his lips were ready to grab onto mine. But he didn't connect the less then a centimeter distance, and unexpectedly I went foward just slightly and unintentionally pecked his lips and he pounced upon me. Only this time I didn't struggle, super guard didn't have to hold down my hands or force my legs open. For some unknown reason I let him have his way. And this night, his way was so odd that I thought possibly I was dreaming. His kisses were so passionate, not demanding, and when his rough hands touched me there were gentle and careful, it was as if he were treating me like a fragile piece of fine China. And he savored every kiss and mark he made on my body, and when that moment when it was time to mold together, his lips remained on mine, as, ever so carefully, he slid into me. And that was the only moment that I willingly moaned for him.


For breakfast the next morning was cereal, the caf-ladies didn't feel like making anything special today so they simply laid out a couple of different brand cereals, such as frosted flakes, cheerios, fruit loops, everything I hated. The only cereal I liked was mini wheats and that was not an option, but I ate anyway otherwise super guard would make me eat him again. Shiro was eating frosted flakes, since it was the only cereal she was allowed to have tons of sugar in, and Ganta ate the cheerios. Once we were done eating we went to our usual spot out in the courtyard. Senji was there lying on a bench sun bathing. I went up to him and literally sat on his stomach, like, my butt was on his abbs as I stared down at him. What I had forgotten was that there were no clothes under me, so my skin was touching his, and he had a massive nose bleed. I must've laughed so hard then, and Shiro and Ganta stared at me as if I were transforming into a different species.

"What?" I said, Shiro began to laugh too.

"Shiro has never seen May smile so carefree" Ganta joined in on the laughter. I blushed.

"Get-get of me" Senji groaned, which only made us laugh harder.