Break

After the initial shock registered into Uriko's consciousness, she quickly shook her head and sought out to consider the possibilities before she gave herself up to her best friend. Of course, it didn't help her state of concentration when his lips started tugging at her earlobe, kissing the smooth surface, using his tongue to trace the dainty whorls.

Ugh… she mewed a soft protest, but he seemed oblivious. I should stop this… but I don't want to… But I should!

A look of helplessness formed over her expression when her traitorous body continued responding to the young ninja's sensual touches. Her back eagerly arched when he cupped a hand over her breast, and her bare abdomen was pushed against his equally naked stomach, hard muscles almost bruising her tender flesh. Yet the feeling of their intimate position outweighed the slight discomfort, and she lolled her head to the side, allowing him easier access to the skin of her sensitive neck. The length of his hardness pressed into the apex between her legs, absorbing the musky heat that was being emitted from her feminine core, and the girl felt the sudden urge to grip the waistband of his boxers, and yank the confounded article of clothing off.

But, but, but… her mind mocked. But nothing. Erika was right; if he offered his body, I wouldn't… couldn't… refuse.

"You're done fighting me, kitten?" Kenji breathed against her throat, making a small puff of heat warm her skin. "Good… Relax, now… …no more playing."

No more…playing? Was her bewildered thought, then her eyes widened with understanding. That means… Oh, no. I-I…can't go through with this…!

The brown-haired student swallowed nervously, wishing for a drink to wet her parched lips. "K-Kenji," she managed to croak dryly, then coughed and recovered her voice, "Kenji, wait a minute…"

Unknown to her, a hard resolve built up in his cloudy, passion-darkened pupils. "Shhh," he whispered to her gruffly before securely sealing over her mouth with his, kissing her insistently, killing her protest as he rolled the soft muscles of her breast together in his hand, stroking her sensitive nipple.

"Ohh…" the feline zoanthrope moaned into his mouth, her fist dangling at her side, tightening with restraint as she fought for control over herself. Finally, she twisted her head away from him, "N-no. Kenji… stop."

An impatient growl noised into her ear, and he didn't relent to her request, just fondled her more amorously, slowing the stroke of his tongue playing around her own delicate pink lingua. A sudden chill leisurely crawled up her spine, cooling her fiery emotions, and the Kenpo student placed her palms on his chest, trying to gently push her friend back slightly, away from her. Easily grabbing a hold of both her wrists, the ninja held them captive in his own grip, otherwise remaining immobile, refusing to budge from his position. His body holding hers against the wall, his free hand slipping down to his waist and starting to tug at his remaining attire over his hips, wiggling out of the boxers and letting them drift to the floor.

Now, as nude as she was, he intentionally pressed his stiff length in between her thighs, teasing her entrance, making her writhe in both pleasure and resistance. A shudder of rapture racked her body, making the girl bite her lower lip and subconsciously roll her head back to lean against the wall, making a coy expression betray over her friend's face. Encircling her waist with his hands and grasping her by the sides, Kenji effortlessly lifted her up, loosely shifting her legs to wrap around his hips, a lusty glint lurking in his eyes as an internal primal urge pressured him to finish the consummation. He couldn't help but release a throaty chuckle when he heard his companion whimper at her new position, and he silenced her with a sensual kiss, ignoring a diminutive part of him inside that could only be what was left dwindling of his conscience.

Gods… I need to tell him to stop… Even as she thought that, Uriko grew tongue-tied, and found herself unable to form the words of refusal. But a sudden new feeling whisked away the clouds and mist that were drugging her senses; the tip of his arousal was slowly nudging its way into her opening. Blinking dazedly for a second, she regained her state of mind and broke off their kiss, managing to speak albeit hoarsely, "Kenji, wait…"

He emitted what sounded like a low, frustrated growl and captured her lips again, all the while placing his hands on her breasts, making her shiver as he discreetly inched more into her. His male anatomy screamed to be surrounded by her wet, silken flesh, and belying sweet release deep within her; the dark-haired teenager was more than ready to oblige to those demands. Stop fighting me… Little tease… seductive vixen…

His persistent continuation gave her a cold, dead warning, and she twisted her mouth away from his carnal embrace. "Kenji, did you hear me?" Her voice was normal volume now. "I-I said stop!"

The mole zoanthrope paid no heed to her protesting, just relocated his hands to her rear, holding onto her soft cheeks for support, which made panic flower inside her.

"Kenji!" There was a definite sliver of fear in her tone. "Stop!"

"Shut up," he snarled as he nibbled on her throat, trickling up over to her ear, "Stop fighting. This is inevitable. You know it." He heard her mumble few words that he had interest in listening to, but one caught his immediate attention and he shook his head in denial. "No. I'm not raping you."

"Then please…" she whispered carefully, trying to slide up the wall to avoid full penetration, "stop. This is rape if I say no and you do it anyway!"

"Bull," he snapped in reply, lightly biting her earlobe. "You're just trying to make me feel guilty."

Apparently, his mind was set and there was no room for negotiation. Uriko's eyes frantically scoured around her shadow-cloaked living room, searching for a possible anything to stop her friend with the only option that was left. Spotting an unoccupied flower vase sitting on the shelf about a foot away to her right, she quickly reached for it, and held it over the male student. A twinge of guilt gnawed at her consciousness, but when she felt his strong hands trying to push her down onto his shaft, she summoned strength from her panic and sense of self-defense, smashing the pottery against the back of his head. The unbroken porcelain silently fell to the carpet floor when he jolted in surprise, and a furious fire ignited in his dark brown pupils at the realization of her action.

"You-!" A nasty curse word was at the tip of his tongue.

"I'm sorry, Kenji." The Kenpo student said to him as she made a large fist with both of her hands together, and delivered a forceful blow in the same spot where she had hit him with the vase.

His mouth dropped open in a silent gasp; a brief twitch traveled through his body before his eyelids fluttered to a close and he slumped foreword slightly. Letting go of his alertness, the cyan-haired teenager groaned softly and leaned his full weight against his companion when he slipped into unconsciousness. With a breathless "Oof!" from the sudden impact, Uriko lost quite a bit of stability and felt herself start to slide down along the smooth, cool surface leaned behind her. She hastily shot her arms out to press her palms onto the sturdy wall, pushing against it to try and steady her position, her chest heaving short gasps in effort. After a timeless moment, she untangled her legs away from her friend's waist and carefully slid herself up, off of his firm member to shakily unbend her knees, and place her feet upon the bristly carpet floor.

Gripping a hold of the ninja by his lean shoulders, she firmly kept him in a standing position, glancing at his closed eyes and solemn expression, biting her lip as her eyes began to mist. For a moment, she let her curiosity get the best of her and the sixteen-year-old girl's breath caught in her throat as deep blush tainted her cheeks at the mere unspoken concept of her action. Still holding him, she took a step back, letting her eyes leisurely slither downwards, past the shadows etched across the hard muscles of his abdomen, the tilted edges aligning his hips, and slowing to a halt near the junction between his legs.

Her gaze danced about the area, absentmindedly noting the short, thin, spidery strands of dark-colored hair surrounding his stiff, upright shaft. A small gasp emitted deep in her throat as her widened pupils trailed along his length, discovering that he was larger and a lot more blemished than she would have ever presumed. A tiny shiver trickled down her spine as a lecherous part of her mind measured him to be a bit longer than eight inches, and her lower region tingled at the thought of securely sheathing his size inside her. Suddenly realizing how disrespectfully she was treating her companion in his comatose state, Uriko flushed even more, and hastily adverted her eyes to the side, while calming her raspy breaths of slight arousal.

Bowing her head, she felt her long auburn bangs swoop into her face and whisper across her chilly cheeks, a few strands of her hair curving around the base of her neck. A choked sob wracked her body, making her throat feel as if it were closing together, robbing her of precious oxygen, and coupled with the small wet drops that were sliding out of the corner of her eyes. Trying to blink them back, she slipped her hands underneath her companion's armpits and carefully leaned the side of his form against hers. Grunting at him ever so slightly weighing her down, she slowly dragged him over to the couch a couple feet away, and carefully laid him onto the soft cushions. Finally, she retrieved the thin blanket that had dropped to the floor somehow, and draped it over her friend, drawing the edge up to his chin.

Sighing in relief at her task being finished, the events that had occurred between the two just moments ago and the full realization of knocking her companion unconscious really sunk into her conscience. Oh no, what did I do?? Her teeth clenched in a sign of dread at her previous action, and she stole a brief look at Kenji, his silent and still posture, biting her lip as icy guilt surged through her veins. All of a sudden, her knees grew weak and gave away; she plopped down to the floor, landing on her behind, her legs twisting underneath her figure. Succumbing to the hell-black gloom of the shadows growing to envelop her in the midst of the darkness, the girl blindly reached her hand out and grabbed her shirt. She brought the article of clothing over to her face and covered it across her eyes, letting the tears of remorse mingled with confusion and questioning soak into the ivory white material.

Why…? She wondered, her shoulders shaking as multiple sobs jolted her body, quiet whimpering noises being emitted from deep within her throat and she sniffled hissingly. Why… did I have to… hurt him like that…

Lifting wet, blurry eyes to gaze at the ninja, Uriko felt her lips tremble albeit as inwardly, a voice blatantly attacked, "Some friend you are." Her expression twisted into a pain-filled look at that thought and she buried her face into her shirt again, paying no heed to the goosebumps prickling along her arms from the cold and her nudity.

…Why didn't he stop when I said no?

The new inquiry temporarily distracted her from self-badgering and her crying ceased a little as she glanced at her friend with a worried frown marring her brows. …Kenji didn't stop when I said no… A twinge of fear trickled down her spine when she hypothesized, If…if I hadn't knocked him out when I did, he might… he might have… Panicking, she quickly grabbed the edges of the open folds of her shirt and drew it over her shoulders, although it did little to cease the scorching question scrolling through her mind, Am I still… a…virgin? Unfortunately, there wasn't a sure way for her to tell, since the female student knew that her hymen wasn't intact any longer due to the excessive amounts of Kenpo practicing that she endured a couple years ago up to present time.

How far… how far did he… The feline zoanthrope arose all of a sudden, snatching her fallen underwear and shoved it into her breast pocket before beginning pacing around her living room, pressing her balled-up fist against her mouth and biting her knuckles nervously. Inwardly, numerous thoughts soared by, the majority of them wondering why her friend had been so… persistent, as if it would have absolutely killed him to stop from completing their intercourse. The sixteen-year-old finally sighed in frustration, as the brooding was doing her no good unless she could directly ask the ninja and get the answers from him. A pout marring her facial features and a deep frown creasing her brow, she gripped random bunches of her hair in her hands, subconsciously tugging on the strands.

Her hold loosened when the memory of his touch continuously resurfaced, burning in her mind, insistently pushing back her other worries. She couldn't deny that there had been no attraction or heat between her and Kenji evoked by their kissing and touching; however, something about his attitude seemed off. He was acting as if he were possessed by an inner demon, offered a proposition that he couldn't refuse, could only obey and yield to its demands. Chewing her lip in deep brooding, the auburn-haired girl tried to cool down the tingles that surged through her veins at the remembrance of his skillful fondling and embracing. Briefly peering at his comatose form, she ran her eyes over his figure, and spied a small tent protruding in the sheet, near the junction between his thighs, presumably from his unspent member, and she blushed in embarrassment.

Her earlier lethargy finally resurfaced just then, and her eyelids flickered and blinked as she fought to stay awake to ponder more on her friend's previous strange behavior. But a quick glance at the clock, shadows etching across its face, the female student realized that if she stayed up any longer, morning would arrive before she knew it. Emitting a huge yawn, she slowly arose to a standing position, and started dragging herself toward the stairs, casting one last look back at her companion sympathetically. A pang tugged at her heart as guilt clawed at her throat, making vile bile rise and her eyes began to mist with tears that threatened to spill. She could only pray silently as she ascended the steps, I hope he's not gonna get a concussion or anything…

*****

"Ugghhh…"

Roused into awakening, the young ninja was immediately greeted by a searing pain in the back of his head, making him groan when he tried to sit up. With a grimace, he blinked open his eyes, weak implications of sunlight crossing his view, shielded by the thin blinds covering the windows. He adjusted to his surroundings quickly, a blank look in his eyes as he wondered where he currently was, then remembered going to his friend's house the night before. But where was she now? Last he recalled, he was taking care of the Kenpo student due to the back injury that he himself had caused her, but as he glanced around, there was no sign of her. He was alone in her living room, lying on the couch with a white bed sheet covering his body, and one hell of a nerve-wracking headache irking his nerves.

Unwilling to go back to sleep, he clenched his fists tightly, and sought to lift his upper body off of the softness cushioning him underneath, determined to get up. Gritting his teeth in effort, Kenji's eyes instinctively squeezed shut as he slowly raised himself onto his elbows, a pounding rhythm drumming seemingly inside his head all the while. Releasing a half-grunt and partial hiss from his lips, he finally managed to slide quite a ways up until he was able to sit on his rear, and then sighed in relief and disdain at himself for being what he considered, pathetically weak. Muttering a scornful curse under his breath, he scooted back until he could lean against the sturdy arm of the couch he was seated upon, and folded his arms over his chest.

His eyebrows turned down in a frown of distaste; the mole zoanthrope scowled when the headache persisted, making his vision blur and his eyes tingle. Blinking several times rapidly in an attempt to shake the effect off, an impatient, irritated snarl grumbled in his throat, and he uncrossed his arms to push the ivory-white bed sheet off of his form. When he saw his uncovered flesh, that was when he discovered that he was completely nude; his eyes widening, the cyan-haired student quickly replaced the thin blanket over his lower body, wondering why he was unclothed. What the hell happened to me? And where's Uriko?

A bewildered look formed on his expression and dismissed his present concerns when he noticed that his hands were trembling slightly, and felt a small wet drop trickle down along the curve of his right cheek. I'm sweating? He wondered, confused, as the room temperature felt normal to him, and he was feeling chilly from being naked, yet when he went to press his palm against his forehead, feeling the solid evidence of moisture dampening his skin. His mouth fell open albeit, both in surprise and mystification, and he hastily tried to remember the events of the night before, but found his mind drawing a fuzzy blank on events after he had bought the ice cream home to his injured friend.

"Then… I personally invite… to my…"

"Thanks… can't… staying at… house…"

"Just… bit… like for you to… adolescent socialism… proceed back… tend…"

"Be there… not for long…"

Meaningless words thrown together into unstructured, improper sentences made him shake his head as he desperately tried to recall what conversation his muffled memory was conjuring up. When nothing sensible came to, Kenji growled in agitation and slammed his clenched fist into the cushion that he was sitting on, making a deep hole into the soft fabric that took some time to rise again into its default smooth surface. He raised his hands and grasped the dark-colored strands of his hair; his eyes tightly remained closed as he once more sought to come up with an explanation to why his body was sweating, and a migraine wracked his nerves. Soft footsteps padding down the stairs a little distance away caught the attention of his hearing senses, and his ears perked curiously.

…Maybe that's Uriko, the ninja realized, and his head immediately snapped up to glance at the approaching person, provoking another loud inner pound to drum inside him. Ugh… damn this headache…

A few minutes later, his friend emerged from around the bend of the wall, a look of surprise instantly aligning her features when she noticed he was awake. Uriko cut her gasp short and quickly peered at the clock, then blinked and remarked to him, "Ah, um… 'Morning, Kenji… What're you doing up so…early? It's not even seven o'clock yet…"

He noticed the faint mark of worry rings surrounding her eyes, the evidence of fatigue hidden in her chocolate brown pupils, and what seemed to be slight stains of dried tears plastered over her cheeks. There were deep creases in several parts of her face, invoking an idea in him that she had tossed and turned during the night, unable to sleep. Perhaps she had suffered from insomnia? And the way that she kept biting her lip while intensely gazing at him, an almost guilty glint flickering in her shady irises made him suspicious of her behavior. His friend was in a disheveled state, something that he had never seen her in before, and his first thought was of concern regarding her current condition.

The teenage boy opened his mouth to ask her if she was all right, but instead what flew out was, "What in the world happened to me?"