Hikari's POV
"What's wrong, Master? You seem upset," I say, falling onto the bed next to Natsume.
"I'm just a bit stressed, that's all," he says looking down at me, his sapphire blue eyes fogged with sleep, dark circles under them. I know he is more than just stressed, he's completely exhausted. I woke up in the middle of the night to see him typing vigorously his laptop. And when I woke up in the morning he was passed out, laptop still on his lap.
"What's making you so stressed?"
"My dad is away in America for business and Kaname and I have to do a few things for him. And when I say a few, I mean half a dozen assessments that are due in two weeks that he completes in a month," he says flipping through the papers in a binder in front of him. All the work would be overwhelming to any almost eighteen-year-old, but I know Natsume and Kaname can handle it.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Sorry Hikari, but I don't think so." I frown in disappointment. I'm never able to be useful at times like this, when they twins need it the most. My caretaker looks down at my dejected expression. "You know, I'm starving. Would you mind making me a sandwich?"
My eyes gleam in happiness. I nod my head and jump off the bed. Sandwich making isn't that big, but it's something. Besides, you can't work on an empty stomach or you won't get any work down. I go to the kitchen and get the ingredients for the sandwiches. When I'm in here I might as well make Kaname one also.
It take me no more than ten minutes to make the three sandwich. I place the plate on a tray and get three bottles and a cup of ice, also placing them on the tray. I make my way up the stairs, holding the tray by the handles. I go over to Kaname's room first. Having both hands occupied, I extend my foot and kick the door lightly. "Master Kaname?"
I hear some shuffling. "Come in," he muses.
I take a step back raise my foot. I grip the knob with my toes and open the door. I never told the brothers about the trick of opening the doors with my feet, it's an odd action that I rather not share. I turn and push the door open with my hip.
Unlike his brother, Kaname lays on his bed, nose deep into an American novel. Out of all things, his love for American work is the strongest. I believed it was because of his mother, who came from the country. He especially loves reading. He is the one who encouraged me to spend my days with a book. He brings me new stories regular, mostly ones he has already read. When he isn't busy, we would discuss about story.
"Should you really be reading right now?"
"Any time is a good time to read," he says, eyes not leaving the pages.
"Do you have a moment to eat, or is it just getting to the good part?" He quickly gives the tray a glance, but looks right back into his book.
"Hm, I don't know, the first murder just occurred, well I'm thinking it's murder. The girl was hung so everyone thinks she committed suicide, but I don't think so."
"Oh, okay. I guess I'm just going to give Natsume your tuna sub with extra pickles and cucumbers," I tease with a devilish smile. He looks up from his book and gives the tray a proper look, his sandwich nicely displayed on the tray, begging to be eaten.
"Well, I guess I can put the book down, it seems kinda obvious that the murderer is the narrator's crush." He places the book in his nightstand drawer with a shrug. I smile knowing I was able to get to him. I place the tray down and hand him his plate and water bottle.
"What's this one about?"
"A group of ten teens staying on an island by themselves for the weekend. No internet, no phone service, nothing. It's the generic setup for a murder novel," he explains as he chews his meal hungrily.
"I know you like to read," a complete understatement, "but shouldn't you be doing your assessments form your dad? If it's true and you are going to take over the company one day, you're going to have to start acting like a businessman."
"Okay, okay, God, didn't think you would be the one lecturing me about life choices." He playfully rolls his eyes.
"I'm just saying."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Well, I'm going to head back to Master Natsume, who is actually working very diligently." I grab the tray once more and head for the door.
"Thanks for the food, Hikari. Man, you are a goddamn angel."
I blush a bit from the comment; Kaname is always so sweet. "No problem."
"Oh yeah, Hikari." I turn to face the oldest brother, who gives me one of his killer smiles. "Don't let my brother work too hard now."
I smile and nod back. I walk out the door, and since the tray is lighter with one less plate and bottle, I hold the large dish in one hand and close Kaname's door. I walk down the hall to Natsume's room. I push the door open and enter the room.
"I'm back," I state placing the tray on my nightstand. Natsume nods and mumbles a 'thank you' without even looking up. I lower myself onto the bed, the mattress sinking under my weight. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"In a moment." Natsume's tired eyes race over line after line of the documents. I lower myself onto his lap and look up at his tired face. He's been pushing himself so hard these days, juggling school, his father's work, and maintaining some kind of social life. And after all of that he still makes time for me. My chest aches as I think about everything he's been going through. Natsume's words ring in my ears, don't let my brother work too hard.
"Do you want to take a break?" I say. He shakes his head, eyes still scanning the papers. I move my head from his lap to on top of a single leg. I then start to trace his crotch with my pointer finger. His pants begin to to tighten between his legs. I start rubbing him through his pants and look back up to him. He is no longer studying the reports, but looking down at me with a raised eyebrow.
"You're the one you said you're stressed," I say mockingly. "I'm just trying to relieve some." He chuckles his perfect chuckle and places the binder on the his night stand. I sit up with a smile, knowing I've won the battle.
He scoots closes and leans in for a kiss. We kiss passionately, like two lovers. He licks my lower lip and I allow him to enter my mouth. His tongue explores my mouth in the fullest. I fall back onto the bed and he stays on top.
He removes my shirt and kiss me again. He starts to plant a trail of kiss from my jaw to my ear. He then goes done to my neck and lightly begins to suck the skin. I let out a soft moan.
He smiles and moves down to my breast. He removes my bra and starts to grope my breast. A moan escapes my lips as he sucks on one. He moves his hand to the neglected one, rubbing my nipple until it becomes erect. He softly pinches it, making me gasp. I run my hand through his wavy hair as he pleasures me. While softly biting my nipple, he slides a hand into my shorts. He rubs me through my panties, causing me to moan more.
"Master, p-please don't tease me," I beg.
"Now you know how I felt," he says grinning. He slowly pulls off my shorts and panties. He teases me clint, making me buckle my hips for me. He slides two fingers in me with ease. He pushes them in and out constantly, making me squirm under the pleasure. I move my hips to the motion of his fingers, wanting as much pleasure as possible. I feel his fingers leave me, taking away the erotic sensation.
"Why did you stop, Master?" I say with a pout.
"You're the only one feeling good," he says with a smirk. I get up and lay on top of him and kiss him again. My hands trail down to the hem of his shirt. I tug it over his head and gaze down at his exposed torso.
I outline his muscles with my fingers. He isn't bulky like some body builder, but his muscles are definitely noticeable. I then leave a trail of kisses down his abs and kiss throbbing his crotch trapped by his pants. I think about rubbing him through his pants, but decide not to, he doesn't seem like he wants anymore teasing. I remove his pants and shorts, exposing his rock hard erection.
I take it in my hands and start to rub it like he taught me. I rub from his base to his head. I hear him let out a sigh as pre-cum begins to leak from his head. I tuck my long brown hair behind my ears and lick his member. My tongue travels from from the base of the shaft and suck on his head.
I circle my tongue around his member, and he lets out a groin, which only turns me on more. I suck his tip before fully taking it in. I bob my head up and down his shaft and use my hands to cover the rest that isn't in my mouth. He laces his fingers in my hair, guiding me when needed. I then engulf his whole member until it hits the back of my throat. Natsume sits up and raises my chin, looking down into my pink eyes.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
"Yes, Master," I whispers. He lowers me down onto the bed. I hear him open the nightstand drawer and rip open a condom. I steady my breath as I feel him touch my entrance.
He slowly enters me and a bit of pain surges through my body. It has been about two months since I've lost my virginity, yet we've only done it about one other time.
He then pushes his full shaft into me. I clench my teeth as I take a handful of the sheets. He lightly touches my cheek and I open my eyes, a single tear escapes. He wipes the tear and kisses my forehead.
He slowly begins to thrust his hips. The plain numb and is taken over by pleasure. I moan as he quickens his movements. I wrap my arms around him, unable to take so much pleasure. He continuously thrusts into as I feel myself reach my climax.
"Master..ah..ngh...I-I," I'm unable to finish my sentence as a wave as pleasure interrupts me. Natsume grunts and I feel his load enter me. I tighten my arms around him as I reach my climax. I hold onto him as I feel him release his final drops. I slowly loosen my grip on him as he pulls out.
He pulls out and throws the condom in the bedside trash. We lay there catching our breaths. I cuddle up to him and kiss his cheek.
"Feel less stressed?" I asked. He nods and kisses my forehead. After a few moments of laying with him I get up and start to put my clothes back on. "See, I can help you with stuff like this." He smiles at me as he leans over and grabs his sandwich from the nightstand.
"Thank you, I feel better now."
"I still don't think that your dad is being fair. You two are still just eighteen." I take my sandwich also begin to eat.
"I'm not eighteen yet, I'm going to be in November," he response.
The feeling and scenery changes faster than the blink of an eye. I'm no longer sitting on the plush, king size bed. I sit naked on a cold, hard cell floor. My body is covered with filth, bruises, and cuts. I sit with my arms around my legs, hands and feet chained together.
I hear the door at the end of the basement open, and I start to shake. I hear his footsteps become louder as he walks closer to my cell. I squeeze my eyes close and tuck my head in further when I hear him unlocking the cell door. I take a breath in, preparing for what's to come today. I look up at him, and to my surprise he has a box in his hand.
"H-H-Hello, M-Mas-ster," I say in a shaken voice. Even though I have been down here for almost a year, I still try to hold onto the hope that one day it will all end. That my 'hello' or smile before tournament will ease his heart a bit, to make him realize the horrible things he has been doing. I know this isn't him, I want to rid the demon that has possessed his body.
"Do you know what day it is?" he asks in a cold voice, not replying to my greeting.
"I'm sorry, but I don't, Master," I say in an apologetic voice. My lack of knowledge upsets him and he kicks me in side. I whimper as tears start to form in my eyes. He constantly kicks that spots, causing the never-to-fade bruise to shoot a wave of pain threw my body.
"I shall give you a hint," he says with a twisted smile, "It was the day you showed your true slutty nature."
What the fuck, what kind of hint? I look up to him, and he scowls down on my. If I don't answer this quick enough, he'll get angry.
My true slutty nature. I try to pick apart the strange riddle. Sluts are known to seduce people and having sex. I have never 'seduced' anyone to that's out of the picture. Sex. I've done sexual since I first arrived, but sex itself. The day I first had sex, the day I lost my virginity. It was my fifteenth birthday..
"Is it June 26, my birthday?"
"Sadly, yes. The day a woman finally finished her months of suffering to bring you into this world. You, a horrible, no good, slutty, piece of shit. A waste of life." He grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling me up. I cry out in pain and beg for him to stop.
He frowns and slaps my face with his free hand and drops me. I grunt when I hit the stone hard floor. He then works on my chains. He unlocks the chain from each together and connect them to the ones on the wall. I'm shackled to the wall in an 'X' shape with my head hanging low. He goes to the box and open in. He then pulls out a short red candle and lighter.
"You're sixteen now, am I mistaken?" he says lifting his eyebrow. I shake my head and his face becomes enraged. He goes to the wall where his whips, gags, and other things are. He take down a leather whip. I try to apologies, but the leather hits my skin before I could say a sound. I strikes me fifteen more times, making me cry out in pain with each one.
"I'm s-sorry, M-Master, p-p-please forgive me," I say sobbing.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because I didn't answer you verbally."
"Remember that," he says, but his scowl fades. "But let's not be upset. I have something for you." He picks back up the candle and lighter and lights the candles. He walks closer to me. My eyes grow wide as I release what he is going to do.
"M-Master, please don't do thi-" I'm cut off by the pain of hot wax lands on my thigh. I howler in pain as blobs of melting wax come in contact with my bruised skin.
I cry and beg for him to stop. I try to move away from the burning wax, but the chains only give me so much room. My cries are met with his wicked grin. After what feels like a century, the candle has completely melted. My body is caked in dried wax. Tear tracks stain my cheeks and my nose is running. I look down and sigh, it's over.
"Why do you look so relieved?" he says walking into the box. He tips it over and several different colored candles spill out. "We still have fifteen more candles. Sixteenth birthday, sixteen candles," he says as he picks up a light blue one and lights it.
"No," I whisper. I pull on the chains, as if to break them the wall and run.
"No more please," I cry as he walks closer to me, his cruel grin growing wider than ever before.
I bolt out of bed screaming. I look around to see myself in a pitch black room. I wrap my arms around my legs. I rock back and forth, thinking about the dream. No nightmare. Or was it?
I remember him and me on the bed, messing around. But my sixteenth birthday felt all too real. I rub my legs and arms, no wax. The memories cause me to start crying into my legs. The memories of him and me acting like lovers hurts far more than those of my torment.
I feel a hand touch me and a flinch and scream, "Please, no more Master." I shut my eyes and raise my arms for protection.
"Hikari, it's me, Yui," I hear my sister say. I open my eyes to see Yui standing there with a worried look in her eyes. She is breathing heavily, as if she was running. I launch onto her and begin to cry into her shirt. She rubs my back and sits on my bed. "It's alright," she says smoothly into my ear. "It was just a bad dream. He isn't here, he can't hurt you."
I open my eyes and look over to her shoulder. Through teary eyes I see a figure standing in the doorway. I'm about to ask Yui who it is, but they leave. I sit up and whip the tears from my eyes.
"I-I-I'm fine now," I say between sniffles. I get back under my covers and lay back down. Yui is about to leave and I say, "May you please s-stay with me?"
She smiles at my childish request. She gets under the covers with me and lays down. Us holding hands and birds chirping outside is the last things I remember before falling asleep.
"Yui, I swear I'm fine," I say guiding her to the door. "I appreciate everything you did for me, but I'm fine know." She walks out the room with a concerned look on her face.
"Are you sure," she says.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you at breakfast, 'kay?" I say. She nods and I close the door. I lean against the door for a bit, listening to her fading footsteps.
I look around my room. The bed, dresser, night stand, this is my room. I'm not in a cell or on Natsume's bed. He can't get me, he is no longer in my life. The words do hurt a bit, but I need to get over him.
I change from my pajamas into my house clothes; a black top and zig-zag pattern skirt. I brush my hair and walk out of the room, ready to face the day.
I walk into the dining room to see everyone eyeing me. The seven pairs of eyes burning holes into me. I walk and sit next to Yui and across from Ayato.
We all begin eating in silence. I get glares from manly Reiji today, but Shuu refuses to look at me. I eat quickly, not wanting to stay in the room any longer than I have to. I excuse myself and leave the dining room.
I walk the hall for a bit until I reach the greeting area. I see the chair I first saw Shuu in. I walk over to it and lay down.
Where do I go in this house? Laito is probably going to go onto the roof, the lake is of limits, and there is nothing interesting about the garden. Wondering around the mansion doesn't seem very fun and there is nothing to do in my room.
I rise from the seat and start to walk to my room. I need to find something to do besides loiter around. I get to my room and plop onto my bed. When I fall I hear a crinkling noise. Out of curiosity, I begin to pull down the sheets on my bed.
Between my comforter and sheet is a piece of paper. I pick it up and realize that it is the map of the mansion Yui sketched for me. I study the crumpled paper in my hand.
It has the boys' rooms, gathering places, and other things, but some squares are left blank. I then begin searching for the second piece she gave me, the one for the first floor. I find it farther into my cover and look over it. On the square that say 'kitchen' there is a star. I look at the bottom to see a note a left: takoyaki & macaroons.
I slap my head in frustration, I totally forgot about making the triplet's food. Well, at least I have something to do. I take the papers, fold, and stuff them into my shirt pocket as make my way to the kitchen.
I peer into the kitchen, make sure no one is in there. I begin to simultaneously work on the snacks. As I scavenge the kitchen for the ingredients, I find a wine cupboard. There are three bottles of red wine in it. The only people in this house that I can see drinking wine is Reiji and Shuu, and maybe me. I've had wine before, when I lived with Natsume. Although the legal age to drink is twenty, the twins have been chugging it since they were seventeen. I have occasionally taken a sip at it, although I've never had a full glass. I close the cupboard and continue searching for the ingredients. By the time I have everything ready it's 10:15. I begin to work on the cookies first.
It is midnight by the time I finish both the takoyaki and the cookies and cleaned up. I made about three dozen macarons and a dozen takoyaki. I leave the cookies in a glass dome I found while looking for baking sheets.
I look down at my takoyaki, not knowing what to do. I can leave it here for Ayato, but someone may eat or they'll get cold. I could get Ayato and tell him they're down, but, again, they will get cold and I don't want him to complain. I could bring them to him, but, well, what will go wrong? I can just put them in his room, and he won't be able to complain. I pick up the plate and take out the map Yui drew me.
I walk down halls and around corners going to Ayato's room. I haven't run into anyone all day, which is a bit weird. Does everyone stay in there room or go to their special spot on weekends?
By the time I get to the vampire's room the takoyaki have cooled, but are still warm. I knock on the door a few times and wait, but the knocks are returned with silence.
"Ayato?" I ask, wondering if he's in his room. He could be at his oh so special lake. The thought gives me enough courage to open the door. I peer in to see that it's empty. I walk in a place the plate onto the dresser.
I start to walk around his room in curiosity. There isn't much to look at, but I've never been into one of the vampires' room. The room I talked to Reiji in was surely not his bedroom, it looked too much like a lab.
"What are you doing!?" I hear a voice snap, making me jump. I look to see Ayato standing in front of, what seems to be, the bathroom door. He is where only his pants and a towel around his neck, so I'm guessing he just finished taking a shower.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I say apologetically. "I came to give you your takoyaki. You didn't answer the door, so-"
"You come into my room!?" he yells, marching towards me. I start to back up, but I trip on my own two feet and fall onto his couch. He comes right up to my face.
"How dare you start looking through Yours Truly's belongings? What else have you been messing with?"
"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't going through anything. I didn't know where you were, so I thought I could just put your food in here. I didn't want your takoyaki getting cold and you getting mad at me. I'm sorry if I've upset you, I'll just leave."
I try to get up and go to the door, but he grabs wrist and pulls to him. I try to pull away, but he is too strong. He lets go and I fall to the floor with a thud. He drops to the floor and puts his hands on the floor near my head.
"Don't ever come into my room again, Melons," he spits. His scowls fades and in its place comes a smirk. Rising from on top of me. I sit up and scoot away from him, until me back is against a couch. "Do you know what goes good with takoyaki?"
I shake my head in response. He leans close into me and say, "Blood." He then bites down on my neck, drawing my crimson liquid. I whimper as his fangs pierce into my skin, causing my neck to erupt in pain. There is then a knock on the door. He stops sucking my blood and release me from his bite. He frowns and looks at the door.
"Ayato?" I hear Yui say from the other side of the door. Ayato then start to wickedly grin. He looks at me and puts a finger to his lips. I narrow my eyes at him. I try to get up but he grabs my wrist and I'm forced to sit. Without warning his rips off my shirt.
"Ayat-" I'm cut off as he bites down onto my shoulder and I yelp in pain.
"Hikari?" I hear Yui asks. "Ayato is Hikari in there? Ayato? Ayato I'm coming in."
I'm about to protest as I see the door open, but Ayato grins and take my face into his hands and kiss me. My eyes grow wide and I'm paralyzed with shock as I feel the vampire lips against mine. Tasting my own blood on his lips makes me feel sick. I look over to see Yui, just as shocked as I am, staring down at us with her mouth open.
"I-I-I'm sorry," she says as she backs away from the door and runs down the hall. Finally coming to my scenes I try to push Ayato off of me. After what seems like ages he release me with a grin. I wipe my mouth the back of my hand in disgust.
"What the fuck, Ayato?" I snap, "Why did you that?" He begins to laugh at my anger.
"Pay back for coming into my room," he says as he rises from the floor. I grab my shirt and throw it back on as I get up from the floor. I see him by the dresser, eating his takoyaki. I wish I put some poison in there. I leave the room after giving Ayato one more nasty glare.
I march down the halls looking for Yui. Why didn't she help me? She say I was in a predicament. But did it really look like it? Now that I think about it, Ayato set it up. We were both shirtless and 'kissing' in his bedroom. Oh God Ayato, why? I clench my fist, oh, how I wish I slapped him. I just need to find Yui and tell her that it's just a misunderstanding.