Chapter Nine. Dishonest Relationships.

So, as of right now—well 9:15—it looks like Ryuunosuke-sama isn't the only one in an affair, in the student council. It doesn't make me wish I had one. But, still! What is this nonsense? In past student councils, here at Imperial Academy, everything was more decent. Emperors' would have a platinum and eventually marry her, nothing else intended. Oops, hold on a second. My last thought—about affairs. I kissed Ryuunosuke-sama!!! And, liked it. Does that mean…I'm in an affair after all??

"Miu-sama," moaned Kichiro as the older platinum attacked his mouth, sticking her tongue deep down his throat. Kichiro whined as the sixteen year old platinum to Ryuunosuke Ishitaka, the emperor, kissed her feverishly. His hands roamed her body, touching every curve and every part. Their illicit relationship was just taking place in the backyard, during Setsuko Togu's daily family-family friend party. This had to be the most indecent life could get. Kichiro's eyes grew dark, he thought of the girl he really wanted to be with, and pretended the older, 'E'-cup breast sized platinum was her.

"Kichiro," Miu Aoki groaned, once he attacked her collarbone through her thin V-neck sweater. Miu stopped caring when she first found out about her boyfriend, the koutei's other relationships with other girls. And, she found this out seven months ago, when she first became his platinum. Kichiro knew all Miu Aoki wanted to do was piss off the emperor and do it, a lot. That was all and all Kichiro, secretly, wanted was to fill his desires and pretend he was with the girl of his own dreams, the one he could never have.

"Kichiro!" Setsuko winced when she blurted his name and stood in the gazebo's exit and entrance. Her eyes flashed with anger. Just because Ryuunosuke, and her—sometimes—had an affair, or affairs, didn't mean Kichiro should have one.

"Um, hello Kichiro-sama, Miu-sama," Masuyo dutifully bowed her head and clasped her hands together.

"What the hell…," murmured Miu. "Get out, Setsuko." She narrowed her cat like green eyes into slits.

"No way!" Setsuko said, acting all high and mighty.

"If this is about how we all shouldn't have affairs—then, it doesn't matter. I all ready know about Ryuu's many affairs," Miu informed, really getting into her bitchy side.

"I don't…understand," Setsuko sputtered. "If you're like this and you know this, then why don't you just tell the mul-me club and break up with the emperor?" She questioned, wondering if she had the right place to do this.

"Ugh," Miu groaned in dismay. "I have to explain this now?" She tersely complained. She adjusted her thin cabled sweater, pulling it over her shoulder.

"Sorry, Miu-sama," Kichiro quietly said, fixing his clothes and sitting upright on the seats aligning the gazebo.

"All right," Miu sighed. "If I broke up with the emperor it would be bad for the image of the school. Kind of like when your mom sort of broke up with Takanari-sama. But, it'd be worse for me because I'd actually mean it. Also, the fact that I'm the platinum looks good to my father and his company, which Ryuu-san is helping out with by taking me as his platinum." Miu explained, launching into the business of it all. "But, the honest truth is, I liked Ryuu for a long time. Really, I did.

But when I heard of his affairs, I wanted to end it but my mom warned me since my dad's company is still failing. That's why I have to stay with him and can only leave if I can find a better suitor to help our company. Or if he breaks up with me, which he hasn't yet. He likes going about all these affairs. Their meaningless to him since they're all not serious." Setsuko paid close attention to the words that came next. "He's only in it for the hot girls, like that sleazy slut Kasumi Kotomiya, and a good fucking." Setsuko felt her saliva slide down her throat like whisky or something that would burn.

"So, truth be told," continued Miu. "I don't care. I just don't want my parents to be upset because of me." She ended and Kichiro stared, helpless. If he could wish for anything in the world it would be for Setsuko to not have cut in when she did. Setsuko memorized Miu's words with that skillful memory of hers and she couldn't stop biting the inside of her cheek. Good fucking…hot girls…The type of words that would tear Setsuko to shreds.

"So, this is where you all are," a pissed, cracking voice noted from across the pond. The toweringly tall and slightly muscular but thin figure of Ryuunosuke Ishitaka stood, staring right at Miu, Setsuko, Masuyo, and Kichiro. "Kichiro…Narimiya." Ryuunosuke murmured lightly with his voice drifting. He walked so effortlessly across the small bridge, making his way up the stairs of the gazebo.

"You are off the student council!!" Ryuunosuke furiously growled. "Never show your face again." He pointed, angrily, at the back exit leading out to rounded, circular our driveway.

"Stop it!" Setsuko heard herself scream, not even knowing she was going to be so assertive with her actions. "This is my house!" Setsuko declared. "Not yours and not the Academy. I will chose whether or not Kichiro-kun can be here. Not you." Setsuko fired, all hot and bothered by this.

"Do you wish to be kicked off the council as well, Ms. V.P?" Ryuunosuke narrowed his eyes somberly at Setsuko.

"N-no," Setsuko stammered.

"Then, shut…up," Ryuunosuke muttered. He glowered back up at Miu Aoki. "You." He pointed, very angrily. "You're no longer my platinum."

"Eh-xcuse me??" Miu flashed her light green eyes, daringly. "You're the one with multiple affairs. You're the one who shouldn't even be emperor."

"Well, you're…platinum and I can say whether or not you're that or back to being a bronze. I make the decisions, not you," Ryuunosuke snapped back almost instantly.

"Fine, I don't give a fuck. Kichiro…is better for me anyway," Miu clutched Kichiro's hand in hers, ready to storm off with him. Kichiro didn't budge, didn't move a foot.

"Never mind me, Miu-sama," Kichiro emphasized the 'sama', pondering whether it was still necessary. "It's over." Kichiro finished and then Miu sniffled, suddenly really angry. Her pale hand drew back, slapping Kichiro hard against his pallor cheek.

"Fuck…all of you," Miu growled, running out of the Togu's garden.

"You're still off the council, Kichiro," Ryuunosuke hissed, stalking off.

"He…he definitely hates me now," Setsuko felt unwanted tears brim at her eyes.

"Don't cry, Setsuko," Masuyo blanched, comfortingly putting her hand on Setsuko's shoulders. "It'll be fine."

"W-wait, Kichiro!" Setsuko saw through her blurred-with-tears eyes that Kichiro was turning to walk down the steps. "Why did you do that?? Huh?? Why if you were having an affair too….then, why? And…with Miu Aoki? I—I'm so confused." Setsuko impulsively asked, not quite getting her thoughts together. "And, now you broke up with her. I don't understand…" She obviously looked crushed by this.

"All I wanted was the thrill of doing something I wasn't supposed to," Kichiro drawled, keeping his small back to Setsuko. For a sixteen year old, Kichiro was neither that tall nor broad. His shoulders were small and his height was about the same, maybe an inch taller, as the previous platinum, Miu Aoki. She stood about five feet, four inches.

"Have you ever wanted that, 'suko-chan? The adrenaline rush? I'm sure you haven't. You're such a good girl. That's all I wanted from Miu Aoki. And, now that she's not platinum. She's just a normal bronze. Doesn't give me that adrenaline anymore," Kichiro insensitively said. Even a puzzled look crossed Masuyo Tsujimiya's beautiful face.

"That—that doesn't make any sense! Just have a girlfriend. It doesn't have to give you some sort of rush," Setsuko sputtered. Why was everyone confusing her today?

"See? You've never done anything you're not supposed to," Kichiro smirked, stepping down the last step. "You'll never understand." He chuckled unnecessarily and then walked off, cutting across the gorgeous Togu garden.

"Setsuko…are you alright?" Masuyo willfully asked reaching out to see of Setsuko had any feeling left in her.

"Fine," Setsuko flinched and then looked at the bleached blonde haired girl. "Let's go back inside. It's getting kind of cold." Setsuko finished, wobbling down the stairs. They cut across the garden, going back inside the large mansion through the sliding doors.

"That was…," Masuyo began, about to saying something.

"Don't mention anything about that," Setsuko warned. "It…doesn't concern you." She warily said, darting off faster than Masuyo. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms encircled her, bringing her into the dark, dreary unlit room of what appeared to be a closet.

"Ow," Setsuko groaned, rubbing her head and then the light was turned on. She and her kidnapper were inside the downstairs clutter-closet. It was just filled with her mom and dad's high school memories and some other junk. The light flickered and Setsuko knew the familiar voice, "You're the one who fell." He groaned.

"Ryuunosuke-sama," Setsuko blearily said, glaring at him in their awkward sitting position. "What…are you doing?" Setsuko demanded, adjusting the hem of her dress.

"What a mess that was," Ryuunosuke thought out loud, running his fingers through the tips of his light brown and naturally blonde tipped hair.

"Did you expect anything less?" Setsuko asked, staring as his arms were still wrapped around her, tightly and his gaze not leaving her eyes.

"I don't know…For Kichiro to not be seeing my platinum behind my back," Ryuunosuke sarcastically said. "I thought he was more faithful than that."

"You shouldn't be so expectant. And, Miu-sama was right out there. You have your affairs too. You should be punished for them," Setsuko pointedly said. "And—and what happened to being mad at me??? What is this?" Setsuko inquired in her angry voice.

"I wasn't. I just needed to act that way to prove how mad I was. Which I am…," Ryuunosuke murmured in Setsuko's dark, navy hair (like the color of her father's). "Just not at you." He mumbled into her dark hair.

"Then…what do you want now?" Setsuko asked, obviously annoyed with this.

"Oh, maybe to do….this," Ryuunosuke huskily whispered, bringing Setsuko's lithe body closer to his. Her lips closer to his. About one inch away, Setsuko snapped.

"No!" She screeched. "I accepted this before. But now…definitely, no! No!" Setsuko cried, resisting the temptation. It was like resisting the devil. That was it. Ryuunosuke was exactly like the devil. Bringing this awful temptation to her.

"Come on," Ryuunosuke rolled out the syllables. "You know you want to." He soothed his voice like silk. Setsuko flinched, really, really wanting to be anywhere but here. How could the emperor do this to her? She was VP! Not some play toy he could get a good fucking from. No, no. Setsuko could not have this. Not now and not later.

"There are no strings attached," Ryuunosuke comforted, the light pads of his fingers trailing down the back of her chiffon dress. His hand resting, almost as if it belonged, right on her upper thigh. "Come on." He persuaded silkily. Then the devil got his way. The doorway was opened and the devil had stolen the pure girl in the night. Setsuko could feel her temperature rising and her hormones raging. Ryuunosuke took this chance to seal the deal with a soft, startling kiss.

Their tongues intertwined and Setsuko tried to pretend that kissing was something she did on a daily basis. Maybe it was paying off since Ryuunosuke was praising her with more heated kisses. He pulled her closer, upwards towards him. He began laying little kisses down her neck; making her want so much more since her chest was heating up so rapidly. Ryuunosuke toyed with the straps of her dress and Setsuko felt as if she could just die from the stimulation.

"Ryuunosuke…-sama," Setsuko groaned, feeling him do wicked things to her with his mouth and feeling his hands roam all over her hot body.

"Setsuko…," Ryuunosuke murmured against her pallor skin. Her dress was almost off and suddenly, Setsuko came back to reality. Back to what was happening; she was just lost in all the heated passion. She blinked, realizing Ryuunosuke had his hand up the hem of her dress and was about to pull down her lace panties.

"NO!" Setsuko screamed, almost quietly. She ran off and out the door.

"So close," Ryuunosuke muttered, loosening his tie. Outside of the closet, Setsuko adjusted her dress and undergarments.

"Setsuko-sama?" Masuyo clarified, startled obviously.

"Masuyo…," Setsuko breathed heavily, catching her breath.

"Did you just run somewhere? You look flustered," Masuyo caringly asked.

"No! Just…it's warm…in here," Setsuko stammered, trying to relax and trying to cool off. "So…it looks like….there's an opening on the student council," Setsuko said, perplexed. Unbeknownst to the ex-member, Kichiro Narimiya standing so close by and being kept hidden with the wall leading down another hallway.

"Stupid girl," Kichiro mumbled, shuffling away while stuffing his hands in his pants pockets. "You should know I'm not done with you." Kichiro almost quietly said.

"Want in?" Setsuko smiled, half-heartedly and only to get a warm, excitedly happy reaction from her newest friend and almost student council member.

"Yes!" Masuyo squealed, a look of happiness crossing her face. Maybe an affair and a new student council member, who was girl, was exactly what Setsuko Togu needed to get feeling better. Just maybe.