AN: Warning - this chapter features non/con towards the end.


Chapter 9

The drive passes without much incident, though Annie feels too annoyed to really make conversation. She parks and gets out, ignoring him astutely. Assbiter.

Shuu climbs out of the car, closing the door behind him. He was about to ignore her, and maybe find a corner of the music room to relax into- when he notices a certain car pull up. Yuma gets out and straightens to his full height, their eyes locking instantly. In the blink of an eye, he appears right next to Annie, glaring down at her.

"Oi. Why the fuck do you smell so much like him?" He asks lowly.

Annie glares pointedly at Shuu. "Ask blondie," she growls, walking away from the car and trying to just brush them off. It ain't her damn fault anyway.

Yuma turns sharply and grabs the back of her uniform, lifting her up. "Tch, you ain't walking away from this one Red," he mutters. He then re-directs his glare to Shuu. "You damn NEET. You even gonna do anything while I steal her?" He sneers.

Annie yells and struggles, clutching at her collar to avoid being choked by the material. "YUMA, LET ME THE FUCK DOWN!"

Blue eyes stare at Yuma as his features bled away in Shuu's mind. Something about the way he'd just moved, his mannerisms...it was just like...

When Shuu doesn't say anything, remaining frozen, Yuma disappears to avoid the subsequent attention from her yells. Shuu remains as he is, gaze blank, before he turns to find somewhere to sleep and shake off the smell of burning corpses that had been triggered in his mind.

Yuma appears on the school roof just as before, but this time he lifts her up, hanging her from one of the iron spikes on the fence by the back of her school jacket.

She narrows her eyes at him. "It's not like I 'let' him," she scowls, jumping the gun. "The hell was I supposed to do?" Annie can't help but get defensive. Somehow, she finds Yuma scarier than Shuu.

Yuma tsks, his lip lifting in a sneer as he moves forward- instantly sinking his fangs into her neck. He only sucks her blood briefly, before easing back slightly and muttering: "He hasn't taken your virginity at least then. Tch...dammit. Could've fooled me, what with how you're smelling." He says, pulling away and looking at her.

Her eyes widen just as pale cheeks flush darkly. She's starting to actually get used to the feeling of being bitten, gross as that is. "Is there NOTHING off limits to you two?" She hisses. "Plus, how the hell can you tell?"

Yuma raises a brow. "Your blood would have changed if you'd lost it. It becomes.. 'different.' Argh! I don't know how to describe it." He grumbles, rubbing his shoulder.

Annie looks away as her cheeks flame. I don't know why I actually kind of expected Shuu to do something. "Can you let me down?" She mumbles. "This is uncomfortable."

Yuma leans forward, breath fanning over her neck. "Can't rightly let ya run off if you smell like that. Gimme a sec." He mutters, biting her again with a grunt. His arm wraps around her waist and lifts her slightly so that she was supported.

A soft whimper of pain shudders out of her. "Can't I just wear perfume?" She mutters. Shuu DID say that soap played a pretty big role in scent, and perfume is even stronger.

Yuma lifts her off the railing, holding her a moment. He sucks her blood, before pulling away and frowning at her. "You're coming with me later."

Annie makes a small half groan, half whimper. "For what?" She asks exasperatedly.

He sets her down, large hands remaining on her arms. "I wanna know if it's worth it to completely obliterate that guy... Actually I know it is. But still. You..are.." He looks at her fiercely, before seeming to rethink something, or perhaps, struggle with saying it. "You're just coming with me after school! You got it?"

Her eyes narrow and she squirms, wanting to step back some. "Fine, fine, I get it," she mutters, kind of scared to say no. He did just hang me from a rail, and he's kind of scary when he's mad.

Yuma let's her go and straightens to his full height. "Good. Just leave your car here...I'll take ya somewhere and drop you back to it after." He nods, turning and jamming his hands into his pockets as he wanders away.

Just because I agreed doesn't mean I'm going to go through with it. Annie makes a strained noise as she nods and forces a smile. Wrestling practice would have to make due without her for a change.


She doesn't waits for school to start before sneaking back to her car, opening the door and quietly climbing in. I deserve a day off. A me day, if you will. All these assholes constantly biting me, I deserve self love. Self care, I mean. Self love is probably something different.

Yuma leans against the side of the school, hidden in the shadow cast by the building. "Oi Azusa. Cover for me." He mutters.

Azusa hums at his side. "Uh... How?" He blinks.

"Gah! I told you; Just tell a fib to Ruki when he asks where I am. Right now though - throw a damn illusion spell in front of the windows over there, the ones overlooking the parking lot!" Yuma gripes, disappearing.

Azusa sighs, fiddling with a vial that contained a spell from the Demon Market. "Alright..."

A few moments later, and a dust cloud had completely enveloped the windows. It climbed up the walls and blocked out all sight from potential eye witnesses inside the classroom. Annie's car starts to shake slightly, the metal seeming to tremble. It began to rise up into the air, its tires leaving the ground.

Her eyes widen and Annie screams as she clutches the steering wheel for dear fucking life. She hasn't even turned the car on yet, so it isn't surprising that braking isn't making the scary thing go away.

Yuma lifts the car up and over his head, before snorting and grinning up at the metal above him. "How ya doin' in there Red?" He calls, bouncing the car up slightly and letting it fall into his hands almost playfully.

Annie screams again, louder, as she squeezes her eyes shut and whimpers with terror. "PUT IT DOWN!" She yells, losing it and bursting into terrified tears, as if it had all become far too much. Her knuckles turned bone white on the steering wheel as the car swayed.

Yuma hears her sobs and pauses. Huh. Girls were weird. He rolls his eyes, sighing, before he sets the car back down with a soft thud. He then opens her door. "C'mon enough of that. Your punishment for tryin' to leave is over. Let's get going."

Annie shrinks back further into the car, practically heaving as she sobs, the tears running hotly down her faces. She climbs over the seat even, in an effort to keep well away from the giant scary vampire.

Yuma tsks and sits in the drivers seat. He brings out his sugar cubes and eats one calmly, before looking at her. "Wasn't that scary was it?" He asks, dumbfounded.

She kicks open the passenger door, swiping her keys as fast as she can- and gets the hell out of the car as an answer.

Yuma blinks and tsks. He then puts his arm up on the rest and inspects a sugar cube. Shame. She'd been kind of fun before she'd found out and that damn NEET had gotten involved.

Annie sprints from the car, barely able to keep her shit together. Her eyes are red and puffy, body visibly trembling as she makes a beeline from the parking lot, crossing the street and keeps going, going deeper into back roads and keeping to alleys, just in case.

Yuma climbs out of the car. It wasn't in him to just let prey go...right? But did he even want her? Yuma decides not to investigate that thought too much as he decides to pursue her.

Annie eventually gets herself to stop crying, a few soft hiccups escaping her. It's done, it's over, right? She doesn't see him anywhere and it had been some time, so it looked like he probably wasn't going to follow her. She walks out of an alleyway to find that there was a lot of people around, so she figured he couldn't just grab her in plain sight. She comes out into a plaza with a coffee shop, and feels her shoulders drop in relief, deciding caffeine would be a great plan right now.

Just as she reaches the entrance, a random passerby staggers as she bumps into him, spilling his drink onto the floor.

Her eyes widen and Annie freezes, paling a little. She quickly bows her head. "I'm really sorry!" She whimpers, voice wavering.

The guy stops and blinks at her. "Woah...you okay? No use crying over spilled milk right? Heh, get it?.. Like I know it wasn't milk but.." He trails off and waves it away.

Annie swallows as tears prick at her eyes again, feeling her face grow warm as a prelude to tears. "Yeah," she whispers. "Did a-any of it get on you?"

He raises a brow, looking her over. "No? Come on...you look like you could use a drink. Not hitting on you or anything, but.. yeah." He mutters, throwing something over his shoulder carelessly as he urges her gently over to the coffee shop.

She doesn't exactly have the willpower right now to say no, so she just swallows, nodding meekly. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, roughly rubbing at her eyes with shaking fists.

He looks at her and motions to an empty table and chairs. "Use the menu to hide if you.. you know.. wanna let out feels. If you cry while waiting in line with me, I might have to brand this as the most depressing day ever."

Annie finally lets out a breathy laugh. "I'm not going to cry," she mumbles, but it only sounds more like she's convincing myself. She slides into the seat and looks at the menu, though, before glancing up at him. "I'm Annie, by the way. Sorry. You really haven't caught me at my best."

He smiles slightly. "Nah. It's all good. I'm actually not supposed to be here. Long story. Running away from private school. So you can just call me John Doe." He says, before walking to the counter and buying a drink for them both. He then wanders back over and pushes a caramel latte over to her. "This OK? Took a guess but realised that was kind of a dick move."

She blinks as she looks at the writing on the side indicating the contents. "No... this is actually my favorite," she admits, impressed. "Thank you." She quickly digs in her purse and pull out a bill, shoving it towards him. "To make up for the one I knocked, too."

John winces, minding some dark hair away from his eyes. "Ahh Annie, really, you keep it. Buy...chocolate or something with it. Or a knuckle duster, for whoever it is that's made you *not* cry." He mutters, sipping his own drink and sweeping through his phone at the same time.

Annie bites her lip, shifting uncertainly, until she sighs and relents, tucking it away. "Thank you, then," she mumbles, taking a sip of the latte. "Why are you running away, anyway?"

John sets his phone down, grinning. "Got a little too chaotic for their tastes. May have hacked into somewhere I shouldn't have. That's why you never saw me." He mutters quietly, winking. He then leans forward and rests his chin on his hand, looking at her pointedly with unusually coloured eyes. "No but seriously, Annie.. are you okay? Are you okay Annie?" He asks, managing to keep a straight face.

She sure as hell can't, and her lips split into a grin, looking down shyly. "I guess you could say that after... he came in through the window, there was the sound of a crescendo. And then I ran into the outway." She pauses a moment. "Except he actually came through a door, the only sound was yelling, and I ran into an alley. But close enough."

John's face twitches, before he bursts into laughter, earning a few looks. He then shushes himself and her, frowning super seriously. "Ahem yeah. Tell me about it. You weren't hit or struck by a smooth criminal I take it? Are we talking a jealous ex, stalker or...?" He trails off.

She sobers immediately. I don't know how much is safe to tell. Automatically, she does a sweep of the room, almost subconsciously. "I... would sound crazy if I told you," she admits quietly. "Stalker would be the closest fit, though."

John looks at her over the rim of his steaming cup. "You'd be surprised how many crazy things I've heard. But hm.. stalker huh?" He mutters, thinking to himself. "Guessing you can't tell anyone about it either, and that's why you're telling me."

Annie sighs and slouch down in my seat. "Yeah. Guess so," she mutter,s rubbing her eyes again. It doesn't even occur to her that the plethora of fresh marks on her neck are clearly visible to his gaze.

John Doe's eyes shift, looking out of the window. He sees a big guy looking around on the streets. "Oi.. That the guy you were talking about?" He asks casually.

She glances in the direction and freezes. "Yep," she whispers, not even caring how weird it looks when she quickly slides under the table and covers her eyes with her hands. Shit. I think I'm going to cry again.

John's hand touches the top of her head. "...This kind of thing doesn't suit you. Come sit with me. He can't see us." He murmurs in a slightly different voice.

"He will if he comes in," she mumbles. It's gonna take more than that to coax her up. Yuma lifted a goddamn car.

John sighs and shifts, until he was sat down beside her under the table. "...Heh.. Look, someone doodled their number under the table. Think I should call them?" He asks, showing his phone and smiling as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Annie whimpers, not understanding how he can be so carefree. "...I don't think you understand, i-if Yuma comes in here and sees us, you're in danger, too, John. Th-this is really, really bad."

His arm slides around her shoulders. "Nah.. You should trust the total stranger sat with you at the moment." He says, before looking up. Yuma happens to walk in, glancing around the area. John's arm tightens around her shoulders. "Don't say anything." He mutters quietly.

She stiffens and hide her face behind her hands, focusing on just breathing. I'm too fucking scared. It doesn't occur to her that John is way too chill about all of this.

Yuma glances around, before leaving. He passes by the window, obviously intent on the next store or cafe. John hums and strokes her head. "Nice one champ." He says awkwardly, as if not used to giving praise.

Light blue eyes are revealed from behind her hands as she glances up at John, very, very pale. "How did that work? He should be able to smell me..." she whispers, thinking nothing of her words.

"I'd sound crazy if I told you." He smiles slowly, echoing her words.

Annie swallows and slowly crawls back up. She can't help but think maybe he knows more than he's letting on, but doesn't know how to go about pressing without giving away her own position. "I...see."

John stands. He drinks some more of his drink, before setting it down. "Well Annie who isn't okay, I should probably go. Oh, and you're scentless right now. You will be for about half an hour more." He shrugs. "Do as you will. As for your stalker problem..,maybe try to think about what 'position' you are on the game board." He says, putting his phone away.

Her heart quickens. Oh, he definitely knows something. "Thank you," she whispers.

Position on the game board... wherever I am, this morning proved I am not with Yuma. Terrorizing me in a car isn't going to do. Shuu... may be a safer option, if this is even a choice. Yet, he did nothing to stop Yuma, and only served to piss him off farther. "How am I supposed to think about my position when I don't even know the rules of the game?" She asks quietly.

John takes her hand and leans down, kissing the back of it and winking at her. "That'll become clear the longer the game goes on. It's about surviving until then. I'll be seeing you again, Annabeth." He grins, straightening. He then turns and pads away.

I never told him my full name. Her eyes widen and she watches him go, swallowing the words she wants to say.


Laito wanders through the hallways of the mansion, having been lured down the stairs by a sweet smell after he'd finished practising piano.

Misaki fusses about, making macaroons. After Laito had told her they were his favourite, she'd decided to try and return the kindness he'd shown her. She'd made takoyaki before for Ayato, so it felt only fair.

Putting the treats in the oven now, she contents herself with washing the dishes. He lingers silently in the doorway a moment, watching her. Laito smiles as he appears behind her, and tugs on one of the apron ties at her back.

"Hello little Bitch...what are you doing?" He asks silkily, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him.

Misaki giggles and nuzzle his shoulder, best she can reach. "Making desserts~" she answers, reaching to a bowl and pulling out a spoon. She raises it to his lips. "Wanna taste? Guess what they are."

Laito smiles and licks the spoon in a lascivious sweep of his tongue. He then closes his eyes and chuckles. "Ah~you're too kind to me. Why make these in the first place though? You're not trying to butter me up are you? Fufu.. That kind of thing isn't necessary." He purrs, kissing her neck.

She puts the spoon in the sink and shrugs, sticking her arms out awkwardly to continue washing dishes despite him playing jet pack. "Not butter you up, no, but I really do appreciate what you've done for me."

Laito hums and continues kissing her neck. "Ah I see.. Well you can always show your appreciation this way too.." He smiles, sliding his hands under her apron and touching everywhere. "You look pretty sexy in an apron, little Bitch." He breathes into her ear.

Her cheeks redden and Misaki slowly places the cloth down, drying her hands on the apron before turning around in his arms and leaning against the counter.

Laito kisses her lips and presses his tongue past her teeth, brushing it against hers as he pins her hips against the counter. He makes a satisfied noise against her mouth as his hips rock into hers. Misaki's lips part obediently for him, as she closes her eyes. Her hands reach up to cradle his head, fingers threading through his hair after setting his hat down.

Laito smiles against her lips and hitches her legs up to wrap around his waist, moving and lifting her up onto a free space on the counter. He then slides one hand between their bodies and hooks underneath the apron and her skirt, stroking her clothed entrance.

A small gasping sound shudders against his lips as Misaki cracks an eye open in surprise, feeling his fingers brush harder. "L-Laito, shouldn't we go to a bedroom?" She whispers against his mouth. I mean, after I get the macaroons out, anyway.

Laito smiles and kisses her, this time sloppier, full of want. "Mn? Aren't you alright doing it here? After all~ someone could walk in at any moment.. Their eyes on you little Bitch. Ahh.. what a wonderful thing that would be. The sight of your face fighting against embarrassment and desire." He slides his hand down under her panties now, rubbing her bare sex.

She makes a more desperate whimpering noise as her eyes squeeze shut. Her cheeks are reddening slowly. "B-but that would be bad," she whispers, getting nervous. She doesn't stop kissing him, though, and her ankles hook together behind his back.

"Fufu, oh yes~ so terrible. But you're getting wetter little Bitch. Are you as turned on by the thought as I am? You're so perfect." He sighs against her lips, erection quite apparent as he removes his slick fingers and rocks his hard on into her clothed sex. He then pulls his mouth away from hers and brushes his coated fingers against her lips, pressing them inside her mouth.

Blushing darker at this, Misaki obediently suckles his fingers, licking at them with her tongue and keeping eye contact. Damn masochism, I shouldn't be enjoying this. But the feel of his hardness, even clothed, pressed against her, is intoxicating.

Laito continues to smile, he hadn't stopped once since they'd started, as if he were incapable of any other expression. He then leans down to her neck and licks her skin, before biting down. He then pulls her skirt down, along with her panties, his erection rubbing harder. "You want to feel good, don't you little Bitch? Fufu, then help me out." He mutters after removing his fangs, guiding her hand to his pants.

She squeaks with the bite, but doesn't push away. Hesitant fingers reach out and touch his hardness through his pants experimentally, almost a caress. She keeps looking up to check his expression. I've been kissed, groped, touched long before meeting him, but I've never actually done anything without clothes.

He smiles and kisses her cheek mock tenderly, urging her to continue. "More little Bitch.." He mutters, shifting his hips forward into her hand.

Misaki nods, glancing downwards again and just going for it. Undoing his button and zipper, she pushes the fabric of his pants and boxers down enough to free him. "You're really big," she murmurs, tentatively touching the tip with the pads of her index and middle fingers.

Laito lets out a breath, moaning quietly. He shifts into her hand again, utterly shameless about his reactions.

She cups the tip now, leaning forward and kissing his neck slowly. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but he doesn't seem to care as long as he's being touched.

Laito chuckles as she reaches a ticklish spot, derailing his thoughts a moment, until he touches her sex and slides two fingers inside her, starting to pump them.

She gasps in surprise before trying something a little different, and biting him for a change. It's more of a nip than anything and doesn't break the skin, but she feels curious as to his reaction.

Laito doesn't even pause as he smiles and nips her ear, taking the shell of it between his teeth and sucking. "If you bite me little Bitch, I'll bite harder." He murmurs, before pumping his fingers harder, faster, wet sounds filling his ears.

Misaki gasps and release him, before squeezing his base and ducking her head against his shoulder. He removes his fingers from her sex and minds her hand away from his erection. He then rubs it against her sex. "Don't hold back any noises little Bitch~ I want to hear it all." He murmurs, starting to push inside her.

Her eyes widen as she trembles and feels him part her. It's definitely not what I imagined it would feel like. She finds herself pressing her lips together tightly despite his words.

Laito bites her ear a little harder when she doesn't make a noise, and urges himself further inside. "Ahh~ you feel amazing. So tight.." He murmurs, kissing the corner of her mouth.

She parts her lips, allowing a soft breath to escape, which bleeds into a mewl. It's an extraordinarily tight feeling, bordering on painful. Yet somehow, she was enjoying it. Her fingers reach up to clutch the collar of his shirt, knotting into the fabric.

Laito slides further inside and then moves his hips back. He thrusts inside her sharply with a groan, feeling her clench him tightly like a vice. He releases an unsteady breath.

A cry fills the kitchen as Misaki locks her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. She bites him again, lightly, again to stifle myself.

Laito sinks inside her, thrusting continuously. He groans, cupping her ass and squeezing, their bodies pressing close to each other. "More.." He groans, bucking harder.

Misaki cries out loudly against his skin. It feels very intense, if nothing else, and she's soon rocking her hips with his. His hands leave pink marks on her skin, blemishing the paleness of it.

Laito moans and pins her hips down against the counter. He then grabs her under her thighs and spreads her legs as much as he can, thrusting harder inside her- hitting a spot that had him groaning into her neck.

She gasps and arches her back to press herself tighter against him, body beginning to tremble with want, control absolutely slipping away.

Laito's fingers dig into her thighs as he starts to thrust faster, roughly moving his hips against hers. He moans openly, a blush on his cheeks as green eyes glimmer. But beyond that, a heavy stillness watched her reactions. He was also utterly unsurprised when someone made a noise of disgust behind them.

"How shameless.. Teddy agrees. Reiji wouldn't be pleased to know this was happening." Kanato mutters from the kitchen entrance.

Misaki's eyes fly open as her face reddens to an impossibly dark shade. "K-Kanato," she whispers, embarrassment flooding her. She quickly ducks her head against Laito's shoulder, trying to hide her face. She swallows, trying to control her humiliation.

Laito chuckles. "Saying another guys name while I'm inside you? How shameless, little Bitch." He murmurs into her ear. Laito then thrusts again and keeps moving, uncaring of the audience. Kanato clenches Teddy harder in his arms.

"You worm. Fine, parade around with your whore. Teddy and I are leaving." He mutters, disgust in his tone as he turns and leaves.

Misaki's eyes widen and any arousal she had felt is immediately gone. "I'm not a whore," she whispers, as her eyes begin to fill with tears. She presses against Laito's shoulders, suddenly feeling stifled by the closeness.

Laito crashes his lips to hers, as if to stifle her words. He then bucks harder, groaning into her mouth as he feels himself getting close.

She turns her face away, letting out a frustrated whimper. "Laito, stop!" She complains, shame eating at me now. "I-I'm not a whore. I'm not a fucking whore."

Laito's hand wraps around her throat suddenly. "Don't struggle now, Little Bitch. Or - gn! I'll be cross. You're mine, sink down to the depths of where I am.. Drenched in sin. That's.. your true face." He moans, bucking harder and harder, until the room was filled with wet noises.

Her heart skitters in her chest and fear flickers at my stomach for the first time. Misaki's face pales and she falls silent, but she doesn't respond to his touch anymore. It finally occurs to her that she may be in too deep.

Laito groans, his grip tightening around her throat as he finally slams his hips forward and releases inside her, cumming hard with a moan.

She chokes out a breath, prying at his hands. "Lai...to..." she whimpers, tears blurring her vision now. "St-st...op..."

Laito gasps out a breath, his eyes filled with a depth-less inhumanity that made his features at once beautiful and terrible. He peels his hand away from her throat, grabbing her by the back of her hair instead as he kisses her hard. "I love you, little Bitch." He breathes, sounding utterly genuine.

Stiffening, Misaki gasps for breath around his lips. She swallows with a bit of a ragged effort. "Wh-what?"

Laito catches his breath, staring down at her as he smiles, lips jagged. "I love you. Fufu, so stay with me." He breathes, slowly pulling out of her.

She winces and swallow again, throat not feeling quite right. "Wh-why didn't you stop?" She whimpers, voice fragile.

Laito hums in satisfaction, adjusting his clothes, before grasping her chin lightly. "Who'd stop when they were feeling such pleasure? Fufu, you felt it too, little Bitch. Don't pretend otherwise."

She doesn't tear my chin away, though the urge does occur to her. "I was," she nods, my voice staying soft. "At first, anyway. B-but then... I was just scared. There was nothing pleasant about that."

Laito smiles, swiping his thumb over her mouth briefly. "Be as scared as you want. It won't change anything. Deep down you still wanted it. You want me now too. Your body knows it even though your mouth protests. Fufu..." his green eyes appraise her with cruel amusement. "But I don't mind you being dishonest. I'll love every part of you." He murmurs, before drawing away from her.

This is a very different side of Laito I hadn't expected to see...

Misaki frowns, but says nothing. It's enough to have given her a kernel of doubt, but what she would do about it remains to be seen.