A/N: Thanks to the reviewers (and a special thanks to the reviewers with PMs disabled, since I can't do it properly) and readers! I actually rewrote this chapter three (3!) times from scratch. I was unhappy with how it was turning out every single time. Still not totally pleased with it, but it's much better than the first go.
Ah! A review reminded me that I haven't informed you all yet. My grasp of grammar completely butchers the English language, so there's bound to be plenty of mistakes; even more so considering that I don't have a beta. I apologize for the plethora of typos.
To the anonymous reviewers:
roger: If anyone can tame Natsuki, it would definitely be Shizuru. Damn woman is sexy no matter what she's doing! I'd let her tame me too. Thanks for the review and the encouragement!
beanzy (I'm going assume your two reviews are from the same person): I sure hope the story'll be good! I'm straining my head so as not to disappoint, I just pray it's a success. Also, girl fights just so happen to be God's gift to man. I would definitely like to see a girl fight between those Shizuru and Mai, but we'll have to see how things go. Thanks so much for reviewing!
XD: I'll admit, I'd originally put down "be the woman!" Somehow, that didn't seem to bring about the desired effect; hence the "be the man" was born. And no, I'm pretty sure Natsuki doesn't have a penis :P Thanks for reviewing!
anon: Yes! I'm getting love! Totally awesome, I don't think I've ever gotten that one before. I appreciate the love and the review! Many thanks.
gooeymucus: I'm doing my best to keep the chapters rolling, but inspiration is a tough thing to come by! When I was writing the first lines of chapter 3, it actually occurred to me that it seemed like another daydream and not a teaser. Funny that. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Mai Hime/Otome or any of the songs in this story.
Somehow, someway, Shizuru actually managed to get us out of major trouble by making up some ridiculous story about me helping her find her classes for the remainder of her school day. Hah, as if I would waste my time like that. Unless I was getting some from her. Which I totally would be, even if she didn't know it yet.
But that has nothing to do with the current situation. Turns out that during our exciting and completely game-killing excursions in the hall our Government class had not, in fact, died from lack of Kruger and gone on with life. Our peers sat in groups of two, desks paired together, working on a perfectly simple worksheet that one person could've done without a problem.
Ah, the beauty of having a teacher like Midori Sugiura. Need to write a paper? Let's do it in groups of four. See this little worksheet with ten appalling simple questions? Let's do it in pairs. It was no mystery why Midori was everyone's favorite teacher.
Midori had actually been our World History teacher when Nao and I were Sophomores. With the economy going to shit our school saw some unpleasant downsizing, and the redheaded teacher was transferred to teaching Economy and Government in our Junior year. Our favorite "17 year old" redheaded teacher was far from happy about the matter, being a history buff, and in her childish rebellion decided that if the school system was going to mess with her, she was going to mess with them. Hence the easiest class on the planet was born. Thank you dumb ass superintendent for budget cuts. Because of you, I'm passing Government and I have no idea what the two branches of the United States Government are called.
Or were there three branches? Shit, I don't know and I don't care. Three cheers for shouting out answers to tests while Midori pretends to be deaf.
But back to the matter at hand. Some of you might've already figured out that because one Natsuki plus one Shizuru makes two people, and we were late to a class that was paired up for an assignment, that automatically had us paired up.
Was I to be happy or frustrated with the situation? The answer: Both. On one hand, I'd wanted to take this time to mull over how I was getting back at the honey-haired temptress, on the other hand I had an opportunity for some improvising and some revenge.
Going toe to toe with the master of teasing at her own game? Generally not a good idea.
Curious as to what was happening directly after breezing through our work and having nothing else to do all class hour? Let's take a look.
The mating patterns of the Natsuki generally consist of the dark-haired animal overwhelming smaller, weaker animals with the Natsuki's general awesome and prowess in the courting process before complete and total wowing within the mating rituals. That being said, the Natsuki was completely dumbfounded by the elusive nature of the Shizuru. One moment, the Natsuki thought she had it made, the next, the Shizuru was sauntering away, swaying her booty, still fully clothed.
What's a Natsuki to do? Not what the Natsuki did.
Shall we paint the scene? Their desks are side-by-side, the paper the pair had been working on off to the side, totally forgotten about, as the two students within the desks pretended to not pay any attention to one another.
I was slumped in my desk in a manner that would've made any chiropractor cringe. I had my headphones in my ears as I tried to decipher what Shizuru was up to without actually looking right at her. The beat to which I listened to did not help in the least.
"I wish I could fuck every girl in the world" (1)
The song that Nao dubbed as "Kruger's theme song" played in my ears as I tried to will up the courage to do something to the girl next to me.
I totally disagree with Nao, however, on the song. I might not be conservative in my nighttime activities, but I wasn't a full-blown woman-whore. Every girl in the world seems like a hefty number, especially considering I'd be an encyclopedia of STDs by the end of it. I would've been very happy with just the girl directly to my right.
Not to mention that I had this weird feeling that Shizuru would be very unhappy with me if I were to do something of that sort. Just call it a weird feeling, but I have this image of the woman coming at me with a whip afterwards. I had to suppress the urge to shudder at the thought. Cue my overly colorful imagination. Some of you might get off from the image of me tied down to a four-post bed with a leather-clad Shizuru hovering over me with a three-pronged whip, but I know that isn't my kind of thing.
My body involuntarily shivered, prompting Shizuru to look up at me from the book she was reading. She said something, but I couldn't hear it through the music. I popped out an ear bud and looked at her inquiringly.
Patiently, she repeated. "Are you okay? You look a little pale."
It has nothing to do with the scene currently in my head involving you, me, and more rope than is really necessary. Honest. "Fine, just kinda cold." Yes, it's fucking hot in this class, even more so with the sexy goddess next to me. Tell her I'm freezing. Way to be smooth. Maybe she'd warm me up? The class could close their eyes.
Those red eyes definitely spoke of the transfer student's skepticism, but she left me to myself and went back to her book.
Damn woman. She was just pretending to read her book. She couldn't fool me though, she was really trying to seduce me with the way she turned the pages. How can someone make taking her finger to separate a page from a book and turn it look so sensual? It was like she was opening the book to eat it out. If it's possible to finger a book, that's what I'd describe it as.
And then she licked the very tip of her finger to separate a particularly stubborn page from the book. I wasn't fooled, though! She was taunting me with the way that tongue flicked over the tip of her finger with the skill of a well-bedded woman. That tongue was going to be mine, damn it! It took every ounce of self control not jump on top of her as she did it a second time and take her tongue between my teeth and show her who the real deviant here was.
I reined in my sex drive, reminding myself repeatedly that I was in class. I needed to be subtle, I needed to be swift, and I needed to be quiet. The last thing I needed was getting caught by Midori and getting sent to the office, or worse yet, the Armitage.
The tongue came out for a third time, and I said "fuck you" to subtlety and quiet. At least I was swift. I sprung from my desk and tackled her to the ground just as another song started to play from my headphones.
"I-I-I I can make your bed rock." (2)
Damn right I can! And I was definitely going to make something rock right then! Shizuru was under me, her back on the ground and one leg still up on her previous seat as she looked up at me with surprise, her book on the ground not so far away.
It was my turn to mark my territory. I dove down on my target, the exposed crook of her neck, and took with my teeth. The yelp that came from the brunette was beautifully high pitched and submissive. Oh, I so had her now.
I started sucking at the flesh, causing the girl under me to gasp and arch her back, pressing her body into me. The second I felt her generous chest press into me, I had to abandon my work on her neck and rip open her blouse. The white shirt underneath was easy enough to tear open, and I was met with the very welcome sight of--
"Natsuki?" Shizuru questioned, looking up from the book in her hand to shoot me a curious look.
I jumped, having been interrupted from the daydream I didn't even know I was having. "Wha…?"
"Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing heavily."
I realized she was right, and immediately felt my face warming into a blush. I should not be fantasizing about this woman! She was obviously trying to get a rise out of me, and I was playing right into her hand. I shook my head and growled, "I'm fine."
"I hope you were daydreaming about me," she said casually as she looked back at her book.
The blush on my face darkened a few shades. I was so busted. "I wasn't daydreaming about anyone," I lied.
"Is that so?" She asked, still not looking up from her book. She licked her finger again and turned the page. There was no way it was fucking coincidence now! This woman was the devil! The sexy, provocative, tempting devil!
"Yes," I affirmed, my glaring visage daring her to challenge my claim.
I wanted her to challenge it. I was so naïve that I figured I could fend off anything verbal. Instead, I felt a hand snake out and graze over the jeans covering my thigh. I froze completely, feeling a feather light touch grazing over my leg. I looked down and saw delicate fingers working their magic at my upper thigh.
Any sane person would've grabbed that hand and stopped the affair. I, instead, looked around to see if anyone was looking at us. My priorities are right in line, right? Everyone seemed engrossed in their own business, thankfully, and was paying us no mind. Again, second order of business should've been to stop that hand. Didn't do it then either. Instead, I just looked at her incredulously. She turned her own eyes to meet mine and smirked cheekily just as her hand trailed up to my upper thigh and moved over to my inner thigh.
She was winning again! This could not happen!
Good thing I'm so subtle, or else we might've had a problem. I'm an expert sneak, however, and so my hand slipped past her own and went straight for the grand prize. My hand met the crotch of her tight pants in the blink of an eye and applied pressure immediately. Oh so subtle, Kruger.
It may not have been shrewd, but she definitely responded. Her own hand frozen, and her facial features relaxed to the look of someone enjoying themselves. Do you have any idea how pleasing it was to watch her have to swallow down the moan that followed? Take the pleasure of eating a girl who orgasms out chocolate and multiply that by a girl who moans with Beyonce's singing voice. That's about the general idea.
I was so caught up in the woman as she struggled to keep her face straight that I didn't think to remove my hand now that I'd won the battle. Instead I started to massage her through her jeans. Normally, this wouldn't have been so bad, but we're in class. The only thing that stops anyone from seeing us practically fucking in the middle of Government is no one is paying any attention to us, since we were sitting in the back of the room. But we're teenagers, why should we care? Sex is more important than decency,
Shizuru slowly began opening her legs. Oh how I wished those jeans weren't in the way. I very nearly trailed my fingers up to undo the button on her jeans, but I finally remembered where I was and what I was doing. I had to remove my hand, but not before giving one last squeeze. I finally succeeded in getting a noise from her, even if it was a nearly inaudible gasp. That gasp sounded just as sweet as any moan could've. It signaled that Shizuru Viola wasn't indomitable, and that was something I was definitely going to take pleasure in.
I pulled her hand off my thigh, prompting her to move her eyes toward me. I looked back, grin firmly in place. "Hey there, sexy. Something you needed?" Ah, the Kruger beast was back.
"Mmm... you." Her voice was low and seductive, making goose bumps dance across the back of my neck. The smirk on her face that followed was unbelievably sexy as she took in the image of my body.
Fuck. Yes. I did just hear those words come from her mouth. I wanted to jumped out of my desk and scream over this little victory, but I had to play it cool. For the first time since meeting this brunette, I'd done something to one up her, I couldn't screw up now.
Or so I thought.
What I didn't know at the time, was my opponent was a master of strategy. What's the best way to get data on the enemy's tactics? Recon, of course. That's exactly what she was doing. Poor, foolish, prideful me had no idea what I'd gotten myself into.
"What if I won't give you that?" I asked, feeling especially confident.
"Then I'll take it myself."
And there went my confidence. There was no room for debate with the look in her eyes. She wasn't making a claim, she was stating a fact. As blind as I was, even I could see that.
But I still had to be difficult, I still had to stand up for myself. After all, I still thought I stood a chance. "I'd like to see you try."
After everything that had happened, I'd expected her to try something. I was dumbfounded when she just smiled and went back to her book. I realized why a moment later when a hand smacked the back of my head, completely taking me by surprise.
"Ow! Nao!" I roared before even looking at my assailant. Who else, other than Nao, would hit me? No one. As I turned around, nursing the back of my head, my eyes met with my redheaded friend's face. "The fuck do you want?"
Nao smiled wickedly as she replied, "I can't come say hi to… my…?" Her eyes trailed down as she paused in her sarcastic question. She stared below my eyes a few seconds before looking back up and frowning, her arms crossed. "Who'd you screw?"
I was totally taken aback. Technically, I'd done no one. I was still pretty pissed about that fact. I wanted to fix Shizuru with a glare at that thought, but that would give everything away to Nao. "No one, why?"
"You have a hickey the size of a small child on your neck."
"Fuck the what?" I yelped, hand immediately going to where I could still feel the new girl's teeth pressed to my skin.
"Oh God, it wasn't Mai, was it? I heard about what happened in the hall before class."
"No! She isn't coming anywhere near me again!" I felt myself cringe just from the thought.
"That's why you let her screw your mouth with her tongue?" Nao asked, flicking her eyes to the seemingly uninterested brunette next to me curiously.
"I didn't let her do anything." I insisted.
"Just like you aren't a home wrecker," Nao ribbed.
I am so not a home wrecker. That shit wasn't really under my control. "Hey, she came onto me."
I was getting a bit worried. My dumb shit for a friend was either trying to mess with my chances with getting with Shizuru, or she was just that stupid, because you generally don't talk about incriminating evidence against you next to the girl you wanna screw into the wall. Knowing Nao, it could've been either. I tried to send a silent message to her by staring her down and flicking my eyes quickly toward the girl sitting next to me, and she quickly got the message. The redhead's devilish grin revealed that she'd been trying to screw with me.
Did I tell you? I have awesome friends who like to mess with my sex life.
"Did you want to invite your friend to sit with us at lunch?" Nao asked, actually being helpful. Imagine that!
I looked over at Shizuru, who by all appearances was paying us no heed, and called, "hey, Shizuru?"
I thought I was being ignored at first, because she didn't reply right away. Soon enough, however, she marked her page and looked up at me with an polite smile. "Yes?"
"Did you wanna sit with us for lunch?" I asked. I indicated to Nao, "in case you're worried about her bitchisms, you don't need to stress about it, she's not an ass hat to potential dates." I grinned at looked at the redhead. "She's still in the closet, though." That was revenge for trying to get me in shit with Viola.
"You wish, Kruger," Nao retorted.
"My apologies, but I already planned to sit with Ms. Armitage at lunch today." Shizuru replied, sounding sincerely disappointed. "Perhaps next time?"
What was this polite bull shit she was pulling? She didn't talk to me like that. I looked between her and Nao and put two and two together. She was putting up a show for everyone else, and was a seductive vixen around only me? I felt kind of flattered.
"Yeah, that's cool," I replied, realizing we were both putting on quite a show for our outside observer. The bell cut our conversation in half, prompting me to stand with Nao. "I'll see you around, Shizuru?"
A secret message passed between the two of us as she nodded. "I most certainly will, Natsuki."
I walked away grinning. I was so sure that the tables had turned.
1: Every Girl In The World - Young Money
2: BedRock - Young Money and Llyod
A/N: I need some inspiration, guys. This story's tough to write unless I'm feeling particularly sarcastic.