This chapter is made for my really sweet (and batshit crazy) friend on Quotev, The Creepy Skeleton, for her lovely birthday~! I really hope that you had one hell of a day and maybe got some *cough* naked Raitos *cough*. And yet he didn't move at all, the maniacally grinning only turning wider with a sort of wicked light buried in his eyes, and even though I must have been very far away from the guy, I felt like his eyes made me blind. So I decided to close my eyes, thinking about other things instead. I mean, not seeing the one killing you at the moment surely had to make you feel a bit better and give you a bigger chance of getting better thoughts. I tried to focus on my family, because if there were any last thoughts that I was going to have, it was going to be them. Definitely, any time. Mum would surely be distressed when she finds out, and my siblings and friends too (I hope!). And who would be Raito's next victi- Thoughts interrupted. But then, instead of breaking or bending all the way off, the two branches brought me up again, and for a second I thought that I was bouncing on the branches, got both shocked, relieved, and flattered about it. But I wasn't, because I never bounced away from them, and as I opened my eyes, a pair of two, shrewd, emerald ones stared back at me, eyelids half-closed in amusement. "R-Raito..." I breathed out, still trying to catch my breath while listening to my own, hoarse voice, yet in form of a very relieved giant sigh. I placed my hand on his shoulder for extra support, wanting to go as far up as I could, away from the ground, while still feeling very shocked and traumatized. "You-.." Breathing out. "didn't..." another giant exhale. "let me die..!" The last words really got in conflict with my breathing, as it was too much for me to say before actually needing to breathe again, but I just wanted to get my talking over with. He closed his eyes suddenly, letting out a cocky snort that turned into a loud, crazy laughter with a wide open mouth, revealing his two white fangs as he tilted his head backwards, as if laughing mockingly at both me and the sky. "Ah, Bitch-chan~." He murmured, sighing in a happy tone. "I really love that face! It was the best, nfu~!" I just stared, eyes wide and chin dropping down to the treetops. And he smiled sweetly, at least on the outside, and leaned closer to my ear. "It makes me want to drop you again, just for the sake of seeing your terrified expressions, shimmering with fear and shock!" I wanted to jerk my face away from his, but the fear of having him fulfill his words was way out of my line, and overcame every tiny bit of courage that I had left. "Please don't." I carefully pleaded, trying to keep my voice calm and collected, failing worse than ever. He snorted again. "And what do I get in return, hmm~?" An expression of confusion spread over my face like poison, but still understanding every word deep inside. "What do you mean?" I said, denying my own understanding of it. "That I want a favor." He hummed. "Well, not now of course – if I wanted it now, I could just do anything that I please with you without any problem, fufuf –, but in the future. When-e-ver-I-please~." I thought about it, No way!, but as I looked down over my shoulder, I soon realized that I didn't quite have any choice, now did I? And without letting me say anything other than that, he giggled, and I felt myself sink through the air once again. Only this time, to my relief, I wasn't falling just as fast, and that this time, Raito was with me, still carrying me tightly in his arms. I sighed happily at the thought that if I was falling towards my death, at least I was bringing that damn bastard with me.
SAKAMAKI RAITO X KAZUKA MAYU (I know that I don't have to do this anymore, but it's a habit and it all would feel wrong without it) = RAIYU!
RATED: T FOR NOW (I'M SORRY!)!I was very close now, close to what felt like having the treetop stab me right through my stomach. Or at least that's how it felt, because not that I would know really. I was busy trying to clear my face from all the thick hair blowing in my face, and it had never felt colder in October before.
I mean, I was only wearing my maid outfit while falling through the air from meters up, could it get any worse?
Oh, right, now I remember. A smiling, evilly smiling, bastard was watching me the whole time and even made me pray to God because I had given up every hope of getting saved by him. But I still tried to keep him in my sight, for any slightest hope of that he would rather just suck me dry instead of letting me fall.
He was calmly observing me fall, sitting in a tailor position, having a hold with his left hand on his right leg, tilting his fedora in a firm, small grip with the other. He enjoyed it very much, and I knew that he would only like it further if I screamed and begged for him to please save me, but what the hell. Only an idiotic, overly proud snob (or someone that stands for what they think and believe in *cough*) would only fall into the woods, letting themselves die.
Shake that thought of, at once. But at least if they find my body, there will be fingerprints and DNA on me. If not, there's something terribly wrong, and I will twist and turn in my grave. If I get one.
As the first two hard object hit my back, bringing a familiar smell that I supposed was the childhood memory of a forest, I immediately shook the thought out, thinking that this was it and that I wanted to say my last words. And hitting them hurt, it felt like really harsh branches that slightly bended to my weight over them.
I soon felt that the two branches wasn't branches at all, they were two strong arms, holding me in a firm, soft grip, and understood that the familiar smell wasn't the forest, it was him.
Raito held on to me bridal style, just like moments ago as if nothing had happened, and also held on to my eyes, not letting them wander off to anything else than his own, tantalizing ones. And we continued to fly over the treetops, floating higher and higher up from them.
"What kind?" I protested, trying to maybe negotiate with him, and maybe even keep the conversation going to waste time. Raito's finger placed itself vertically over the middle of my lips, making me shut them in surprise, staring at it with wide eyes.
"But Bitch-chan, that is a se-cre-t, nfu~." He said, and really parted the word 'secret' into three pieces, letting each of them roll out on his tongue with exaggerated emphasis. Smiling all the while.
"NONONOONO GOSH WHYYY!" I yelled as I fell - wow, the shock! - and landed on my painful butt - wow, another great shock! - and I swear to god that I definitely, with no fucking doubt, brought every person's attention to me.
I cried out in agony, trying to rub my poor butt to ease the horrible pain, well, not that it worked. And that idiot just laughed.
"Bitch-chan is so cute when she's clumsy~!"
Says the one dropping me on purpose… You lil piece of shit. It's really not fair, this damned world.
So I got to my feet again, and just simply quickly brushed off the dirt on my 'pretty' dress (well, in general, the kinky outfit was pretty darn cute~). And I took a glimpse around the area.
Just as he'd said, the shops was now open, and there were actually more people there than I'd expected for being, you know, early in the morning.
It felt like it had been years since I'd seen civilization, and I just took a moment to breathe in the lovely fresh air.
Raito wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Bitch-chan looks so excited~! Nfu~."
I snorted at the comment, even though it hadn't sounded like a bad thing, but I couldn't ever say that he was wrong. He wasn't. At all.
I was happy. Excited. Relieved. Cheerful. Whatever you call it.
There was a man in one of the windows to the shops there, placing a beautiful blue purse with what looked like the Konoha sign from Naruto on a black, plastic woman, standing in a proud, fancy pose. My eyes lit up. "Let's go there! Let's go there, dammit!" I shouted and grabbed Raito by the arm, ready to drag him there if I had to.
Well, I did have to in the beginning, but as soon as he understood what was going on, he followed with a huge smile, eyes closed, and slightly revealing a pair of two, sharp fangs.
He actually seemed happy about going here, and not suspicious at all. Both of these things would make it a lot easier for my escape.
The shop was filled with many different clothes, black ones, white ones, big, small, and even a mankini! But I soon found out that it wasn't the Konoha sign, but just what seemed like a badly and poorly made flower. The struggle!
But I didn't leave, well, mostly because Raito didn't and I didn't want to disobey him. And he seemed really excited about finding clothes for me, and I seriously think that it wasn't just because that was what we'd come here for in the first place.
"Try this! Try this!" He would say, and quickly lift up or unfold an expensive top. Thank god that he was paying, because holy hell, it wasn't for poor girls like me.
"How do you even know my size!?" I would yell as an answer to that.
And he would say; "I have my ways, Bitch-chan~!", causing the salesman to crease his eyebrows in confusion.
"Pervert..." I muttered every time, and casually looked away in irritation, thinking just a typical Raito-moment...
"NO! ABSOLUTELY NO WAY!" I yelled as he quietly snickered diabolically, holding up a pair of kinky underwear with, and you won't believe it, A MATCHING WHIP!
Isn't my current kinky underwear enough...? And I dammit bet that I wouldn't be the one using the whip... Hold it together, Mayu...
He gave me his tongue."I'm just joking with you~."
I'm so done with you, world, and your shitty attitude.
A little while later, we were finally out of the shop, each of the two of us carrying the shop's plastic bags with their brand on, both of them filled with clothes for me. And I felt really happy! I had lots of both cute, and rich sassy clothes in beautiful patterns and colors, those kind of clothes that I'd always told my guy-friends at school that I detested and only thought that rich snobs would wear (well, that part was true), but that I'd always had had a secret admiration for. Because they did looks good on those rich, girly snobs in school that acted like those despicable ones you see in movies for teens. And even though I was somewhat (okay, a very big) tomboy, I absolutely loved dresses and girly clothes sometimes too. It's crazy how you can love two totally different types of clothes at the same time, but oh well, I guess that there's a girly girl in every damn girl.
And even though we had two bags, Raito would not stop there. "Hey, Bitch-chan~! Let's go here, hurry!" He said, and pulled at my hand, almost basically dragging me towards a cafe.
He's being way too excited!
Though it was kinda cute too... God dammit cute Raito... I didn't even get any time to scream for the salesman to help me escape from this madman, because that one madman wouldn't leave me alone. I was surprised that he even let me change in private, though he waited right outside... God dammit cute Raito...
"Hey, Bitch-chan..." Raito called out as we sat down at our round table, just getting our ordered desserts served.
I nipped at the straw, sucking up the creamy milkshake from the cup. "M-hm...?" I nodded, looking up from the tasty, cold chocolate. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, wiping some of my dessert of the corner of my mouth.
"No, nothing big." He said, handing a napkin to me. Then smirked. "I was just wondering, why do you pretend to hate this little situation that has tied our lives together~?"
I wasn't ready for the question at all, looking at the guy stirring the pink mass in his cup, with confused eyes. "Pretend?" The word got repeated, this time from my lips. "I don't pretend, Raito."
He chuckled a bit, completely confident about what he was saying, and making me look somewhat of an idiot. "Then why," Raito hummed, resting his chin on his ten entangled fingers, elbows supporting the upper body from plopping onto the table. "haven't you tried to run yet?"
I shot up in anger and shock, both of these feelings pushed onto myself. I was pissed at him (I think), but at the same time he was right.
"You could just do it, Bitch-chan. Right now. Go on." He suggested, tone mocking, and wagged his head towards the direction of the exit. I wanted to accept the challenge, but knew that something was up his sleeve – possibly all the four aces in the card deck.
"But remember," Raito grabbed me by the ribbon tied around my neck, bringing my face closer to his, speaking into my ear in a whisper. "I will chase you."
And then I did something that I'd never thought that I would do. Or more like, I didn't do something that I always had thought that I would do.
I didn't run.
And that seemed to please him. "If you don't want that, then you are free to sit down again, Bitch-chan~." He said, happily again, but the many eyes that had seen the whole situation did not accept that, they were all still watching our ever movement, listening to our every breath.
I sat down, hesitating on whether I should actually run now when he isn't expecting me to.
"Now Bitch-chan, as you've probably noticed, a big amount of other girls here are watching us-"
You bet, you sick fuck.
"-and we don't want to cause a scene, do we?"
If you only knew. But I like where this is going, maybe we can fina-
"So, say 'aaah'~!"
Yeah, say 'aah-'WAIT WHAT!?
"Come on, Bitch-chan, open your mouth~!" Raito giggled, but I refused, shaking my head and backing it away as the spoon came closer and closer. On his free knuckle, he rested his chin, grinning like never before.
IF THIS GUY DOESN'T HAVE A FETISH FOR BEING IN PUBLIC, THEN I DO NOT KNOW WHAT! ...AND WHERE THE HELL DID THAT SPOON COME FROM!?
Sudden whispers between the opposite table, the one filled with teenage girls in my age, crossed my ear. Very disturbing things such as;
"She's so damn lucky."
"I'm so jealous..."
"And look at her expression!"
"She isn't even thankful for what he does for her!"
"Is she stupid, or is she just mocking every other girl here?"
"I want a gentleman too...!"
Gosh I hate those kinds of people! 'I want a gentleman too' my ass! Gentleman!? THAT WOULD BE THE LAST WORD THAT I WOULD DESCRIBE RAITO WITH! ...EXCEPT UGLY! NO ONE, NOT EVEN I, CALLS RAITO UGLY! ...Dammit...
Oh, I'll show you, you little pieces of codfish!
I opened my mouth, smiling with the spoon in my mouth and feeling the sweet taste of his strawberry milkshake fill up my taste buds. So holy fricking tasty, it was. "Oh, darling, you're so romantic~." I hummed, letting him take his spoon back, a tint of surprise crossing his smiling face.
I swear to god, I could feel the girls' evil inner spirits trying to choke me, their seats set on fire of all the hatred and fury in their auras, and clenching all of their hands into fists with veins pressing against the skin on their hand, as if trying to get out in anger. And I enjoyed every moment.
Raito was sitting on the opposite side of me, and even though I had changed clothes into a turquoise skirt, black shiny stockings, and a greyish, light brownish sweater that we bought in the shop, Raito still had me wear the ribbon from my maid dress. As if wanting to have a leash on me.
Well, now Raito had moved to sit beside me, blocking my view of those snobby, bitchy girls with their pink bubblegum and their black purses.
But that only made me happy, and now when I had gotten what I wanted (to make those girls' faces burn red with hatred, their perfectly groomed shiny hair standing up in fury), I didn't have to let him feed me any more.
He seemed to want to continue though, but not with the feeding. His parted lips traced my pale skin, seemed to seek my lips as it, movement after movement, went up my neck. "Stick out your tongue, Bitch-chan, nfu~." He snickered, panting out the words with lustful eyes, darting mine.
The girls were already mostly screaming out their hateful whispers to each other, but this was not what I had been intending in the first place at all.
"Raito, that's enough..." I hissed out a whisper, trying to discretely and quietly push him away without having anyone noticing. Why, I don't know, since I should just scream out that I'm kidnapped (if anyone would believe me was another issue). Maybe it was because I was afraid of what he would do to me if my escape failed, but mostly because I feared for what he would do to the people hearing me scream. Would he kill them!? I wouldn't be able to bear that on my heart if he did.
"Just admit how much you truly want it. Go ahead. Say it." He whispered against my lips, pulling me into a rather quick kiss. "Say what a slut you are, say it so that those girls can hear you, Bitch-chan..."
I couldn't stand anymore. "No!" I yelled, but still tried to keep my voice low enough so that only Raito would hear it, and pushed even harder at his chest, making him at least move a little.
A stinging pain occurred on both of my wrists, a twitching and pressing pain. Raito had grabbed them, and had done it without any concern for me. It felt like they were about to break in two. "You know, Bitch-chan. When you act like that, you're making me oh so very angry with you." He said, tone low and threatening. "And we don't want that, do we?" His grip tightened.
I let out a whimper, that sounded more like a moan for the girls to be even more upset about. I shook my head as an answer, trying to break free from his hands.
"You do know that I can replace you, don't you? You see, if I don't want my toys anymore, there is no reason to keep them anymore either, now is there?" He asked question time after time. He's disgusting, referring me as a toy. As an object. As no living thing. "And don't you think that those girls look tasty enough to satisfy me? At least for a while?" Raito's eyes wandered slightly to the side, where the same angry girls were sitting, starring at us.
I flinched, understanding what he meant. "You wouldn't-"
"And when I'm bored again, well, let's just say that I'll have to get rid of whatever is left of my broken toys."
I broke free from his hand and grabbed him by the collar, harshly bringing him close. "Don't you dare!" I hissed, voice sounding more weak and shocked then I wanted and had expected it to be for the strong, determined words.
Even if I hated that kind of girls, and there was that frustrating sound of a bubble popping again, I would never in my whole life wish for someone to get hurt. Well, not by someone like Raito at least, because no one ever in the whole history deserved such a cruel fate.
He shook my hand off, grabbing me instead, but instead of doing what I did, he grabbed my chin. "Beg for it."
I gritted my teeth, not wanting him to get any word out of me, keeping my mouth shut and sealed with a thousand invisible keys. What was he going to do to them? Of course, he was going to kill me first – 'getting rid of his old toy before getting new ones'. He was definitely going to suck them dry on blood, and use them for all his sick guilty pleasures, make them mentally unstable. I can't live with that.
Well, not that I will live anyway, but I won't get peace in my death knowing that I could've saved those girls. And something just tells me that Raito wouldn't keep them for long, and something seriously makes me feel that even keeping a girl for a week, that he has done with me, is very unusual for him. I'm one lucky bastard, I've had a blessing in disguise.
I gulped, and inhaled a long breath. Those thoughts were enough for me to decide. "...Please... let me be your... Bitch-chan..."
The shame was overwhelming. It was embarrassing, unendurable, awful, horrible and absolutely shameful.
And someone was still not pleased. "And...?"
I mostly sighed this time, in frustration and irritation. Well, apart from the shame and embarrassment and all. A funny thing, really, that I knew exactly what he wanted me to say without ever have heard it before. "...Please..." I growled quietly. "...suck my blood..."
AH THE SHAME!
Raito brought my face towards his, forcing me to face him. "That's all I wanted to hear. Good girl, Bitch-chan~." He hummed, brushing his lips against mine. I shuddered, and could feel eight eyes burn through my body. "Just as you want, I will grant your wish."
He pushed me down onto the couch in the cafe, and I immediately regretted even picking one of the seats where you sat on a soft couch in the first place. Why can't I ever think of anything before acting!? And didn't the waitresses see!? Or does life hate me more than usual?
His fangs sunk into my skin, right into the side of my neck, and entered my blood vessels. I closed my eyes, hoping that someone would see that something is wrong with me. That I'm not enjoying what they saw as kisses on the neck.
But this time it was different. It felt different. I'd heard in some vampire stories that the bite of a vampire is pleasurable, but it usually is from the start. Not super painful in the beginning, and then suddenly rather... sweet... hot... pleasurable...
It was horrible, and moans and gasps escaped me constantly, my own voice and body was betraying my soul. It felt so hot and tempting in every way, and yet so disgusting and still painful.
He chuckled against the two marks on my skin, that was filled with little goosebumps by the way. "My sweet Bitch-chan... Nfufufu~..." Then he bit again, not even caring about hiding his own heavy breathing voice from moaning and laughing diabolically. "Nfu... Hey, tell me, Bitch-chan... Why is your blood suddenly a lot sweeter than the last time, hmmm~?" He said, licking quickly and hard on the new marks, tasting the blood as he licked, licking both me and his lips.
A shameful sound escaped me, again.
"And those moans. Shame on you, Bitch-chan, being so tempting~. You're so aroused, what a naughty girl, nfu~."
He began kissing me, the familiar taste of iron reaching my taste buds.
The mixed feelings made me sick to my stomach. And one of the girls took the words right out of my mind. "Let's go. I'm feeling sick to my stomach." But did she care about saving me? Oh no, not at all.
And all the other three girls followed her, making me assume that she was the queen bee, the leader of the lost idiots. AND WHY CAN'T YOU TELL THAT I'M SUFFERI-AAAAAAH *another one of those damn moans came up, and of course they picked up the pace and disappeared faster than ever before*!
And haven't they posted pictures of a missing girl (me) on object that people walk past every day (trees) yet?
A sudden movement in my collarbone startled me. The fangs were exiting me (because that isn't weird to say at all!). "Aaaaah~!" Raito moaned, taking a few breaths in. "That was fun, Bitch-chan, fufufu~!"
Huh? I thought, questioning. Fun? Well, I don't agree, mister!
He got up from me, fixing his hair and placing his hat where it belonged again. Was that all for the sake of a show!? For those girls!? "Where shall we go and have fun now~?"
I tilted my head, supporting my body upwards with my arms placed on a space on the couch behind me, half sitting up and still half lying down. "Aren't we going home now?"
"Not yet, Bitch-chan. Not until I'm fully satisfied."
Woah, a pretty long chapter, don't ya think, Pantsu-chan~? Well, I hope you had a great birthday, and sorry for the late update! Next will be Raito's other fanfic, His New Little Prey! THANKIES, AS ALWAYS, FOR READING AND AS LONG AS YOU DO, I DON'T CARE IF YOU COMMENT, HEART OR FOLLOW, BECAUSE YOUR SUPPORT IS ALL I NEED (although it would be lovely to get them comments, seriously)! Tumblr: .com.
