6/7/01
Disclaimer: the characters such as Kenji, Uriko, etc. belong to Hudson Soft
Dedication: God, my parents, my 'brothers', Hudson for creating Bloody Roar I-III, and my readers, especially PokeDigi, Xion, StarryPeach, LazzyQ, Alica, Deoku, VGuyver, Flyby, and Niteflite.
Bloody Roar III: Tearin' Up My Heart
By Tiger5913
That was too easy.
Holding the limp Kenpo student in his arms, Kenji looked down at her, his lips curling in disappointment. Back in his cave dwelling, he propped her up against one of the walls, then grabbed a couple of pieces of rope from his duffel bag nearby. He founded jagged points sticking out from the rocky stature, and tied both of her wrists to them, while a single strand of the hard material was used to bind her ankles together. Completing his task, the ninja took a few steps away, intending to go retrieve an object to give her a rough awakening, but instead found himself standing there and just admiring her.
It's tearin' up my heart when I'm with you
But when we are apart, I feel it too
Her long shiny tress was tousled and looked a bit frenzy due to the fight that she had been involved with him beforehand. And still, he slowly reached out a hand toward the silky brown strands, his breath catching at the soothing feeling of her hair flowing past his callused fingers. Thin black eyelashes daintily fanned against her smooth skin, and he glanced at them while stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. Full, pale dawn-tinted pink lips were slightly pursed, looking almost as if she was pouting; the mole zoanthrope froze for a minute, engaged in an internal battle.
And no matter what I do, I feel the pain
With or without you
Shaking his head free of the lustful thoughts, he strode over to his bag, and pulled out a couple of bathing products, as well as a pair of undergarments and black pants to dress into afterwards. There was a pond nearby in a secluded area, where he had washed and cleaned himself at, and he planned to head there right then. Shooting his captive a gaze before heading outside, her attractive features called to him, playing a slow, seductive melody that emitted a groan from him. Quickly turning his back on her, Kenji took his leave, trying to get rid of the ache that was leisurely overtaking him.
I'll come back soon, my beautiful prisoner. He thought with a wicked smile.
*****
(hey…yeah) Baby I don't understand
Just why we can't be lovers
…Still not conscious yet.
He snarled at the impassive female, annoyed that her condition had remained the same since he had left a little while ago. Proceeding over to her in angry strides, a hand snapped foreword to clench her throat, but the resolution melted when he met the warm curve of her neck. Her bringing out that weakness within, the cyan-haired teenager's stony cold eyes softened in an unconscious manner. A small stir, easily overlook-able, moved through her body, showing signs of her becoming awakened into the world of awareness. Unable to fight it any longer and feeling a twinge of frustration directed at her for putting that irrepressible hold on him, his head dived down and sealed her mouth one second after a drowsy sigh escaped from her.
Things are getting out of hand
Trying too much, but baby we can't win
Roughly, he caressed her lips, crooning inwardly at the yielding feel; she let out a soundless moan and both of their bodies instinctively moved to press closely against each other. Then, all of a sudden, the male zoanthrope jerked back quickly, his arms dropping to his sides as he growled under his breath. Glaring coolly at her, he felt his hostility rising up, like vile bile erupting deep in his throat, and decided to wake her up.
Let it go
If you want me girl, let me know
"Wake up." He hissed at her, leaving no room for warmth in his voice.
"N-no…" she protested faintly. "I-it hurts…"
"I said, wake up." I'll start playing slave and master with you right now if you don't cooperate; I don't care if you're fully conscious or not.
I am down, on my knees
I can't take it anymore
"Do not resist; you will just bring more suffering to yourself." Kenji remarked matter-of-factly, smirking as he knew that she would still resist just to defy him.
"W-what difference does it make? I am already in pain and agony!" The statement was strong and the words were full of passionate anger, yet her eyes were looking down at the ground instead of at him.
It's tearin' up my heart when I'm with you
But when we are apart, I feel it too
"Hahaha…" he laughed, attempting to appear nonchalant and uncaring of what she thought, even though something gnawed at him internally. Seeing her eyelashes flutter downwards, the seventeen-year-old immediately gripped a tight hold of her chin, yanking it up to meet his cold gaze.
And no matter what I do, I feel the pain
With or without you
Staring into her shaky brown eyes, reveling in the fear that was detected in them, he informed her, "Not as much as you're about to be in…"
"H-huh? What do you mean by that??" Uriko's tone turned shrill and he ignored her as he began walking away to a corner of the room, heading toward his bag.
(oohhh…alright) Baby don't mis-understand (don't misunderstand)
What I'm trying to tell ya
Digging his hand through the contents inside, he retrieved his prize object, and his eyes gleamed with wicked glee and compensation. Going back to her, he half-hid it in his hands, not wanting her to see and find out what it was yet.
"…What's that?" she naturally inquired, a cautious look in her pupils. With a perilous smile curving his lips, he held the slinky object up. "A…whip?" She inched away from him as far as her restraints would allow her. "What, what are you doing with that!"
In the corner of my mind (corner of my mind)
Baby, it feels like we are running out of time
"N-no…you're not…" she instinctively twisted her body away from him again, which fueled his anger this time.
"Shut up!" He shouted at her. "You can't order me around." His prisoner cringed at the harsh note in his voice, and he leaned in close until their noses almost touched, taunting, "Worthless fool."
Let it go
If you want me girl, let me know
"If I'm so worthless, what do you want me for?" she questioned.
The question I have been waiting to answer. "Everyone needs an object to play with. Just like the way you and all the others played with me like your little toy…"
"W-What?" the brown-haired woman cried, sounding shocked. "What's that supposed to mean? I never used you! None of us never used you!"
He remarked in a silky tone of voice, "Oh… really?" You're lying yet again, Uriko. Tsk, tsk, when will you ever learn.
I am down on my knees
I can't take it anymore…ohhh
"Yes!" she insisted, seeming sincere. He received a confused yet weary look from her when he began rubbing her bare shoulder with one of his hands, neglecting the presence of the strap.
Kenji snarled at her answer. "You never cared about me like you said you did; no one gives a damn about me." I can see through you, sweetheart. You are so transparent, so… fake.
"That's not freaking true!"
It's tearin' up my heart when I'm with you
But when we are apart, I feel it too
I tire of this. He thought, slowly growing infuriated and started rubbing the strap of her tank top between his index finger and thumb. "It's not nice to lie."
Her voice displayed her earnest confused when she asked, "What…what happened to you?"
And no matter what I do, I feel the pain
With or without you
So you won't cooperate? Fine, you fool. "I was brought to my senses, that's what happened…" was the vague answer that he offered her. Now hush! Before she could say anymore, he finally snapped the whip at her, the thick stringy rope connecting with a slash diagonally across her chest. A small red welt formed immediately, and the mole zoanthrope hid a smile of sick satisfaction as he began whipping her more.
Tearin' up my heart and soul
We're apart I feel it too
Cries of pain emitted from Uriko at his harsh treatment, and she barely managed to say, "Ugh… don't…do that!"
Shut up! He thought, miffed at her protest, and eagerly continued letting the thick slinky strap tear at her tender skin, etching and marring the surface with painful bruises. The fury he had stored inside burst open as he struck her repeatedly, his eyes glazing with a lust for her blood. The sight of crimson red warm liquid was what he really desired to see, and he longed to feel her vital fluid of life staining his fingers.
and no matter what I do, I feel the pain
With or without you
She moaned, from agony rather than pleasure like before, when they were in their heated embrace. "Uhhhh… Why…are you doing this…"
You still don't understand?! He answered her with a scowl; "I want you to suffer like I did."
"If you wanted support or anything else…I-I would have helped you…" the words were a meek whisper.
Tearin' up my heart and soul (alright)
We're apart I feel it too (I feel it too)
Liar. You will never change. "I don't believe you…" If you would only admit the goddamn truth, I might have gone a little easier on you.
The ninja portrayed his animosity by abusing her to his content, ignoring the mewing wails that she gave him everytime the whip contacted her skin. The cruel session was strangely soothing him, and he felt satisfied at hearing her pained cries, wanting to release more of his ire.
"No more…" she was barely audible.
And no matter what I do, I feel the pain
With or without you
Her body went limp when she slipped into unconsciousness, just as a sudden pain struck his head, and he jerked in surprise. The whip slipped out of his grip and fell to the floor with a dull clank as he brought up both of his hands to hold both sides of his head. After a few minutes, the feeling slowly began to cease, and he stood up, albeit shaky and confused as to what had just happened.
It's tearin' up my heart (tearin' up my heart and soul) when I'm with you
But when we are apart, I feel it too (we're apart I feel it too)
Peering over at the cat zoanthrope and seeing that she was quiescent; a twinge of guilt attacked his sensitive nerves. Almost uncontrollably, he began untying the rope that entrapped her ankles, freeing her from the rough binds. Her drained figure fell limply into his arms after he unbound her wrists, and the dark-haired teenager remained still for a moment, holding her. Gazing at the slender form that was in his 'embrace', something inside possessed him to lean over and brush his lips softly against her closed eyelids.
And no matter what I do, I feel the pain
With or without you
What am I going to do with you… he wondered to himself as he grabbed a wide pillow out of his bag and placed it on the floor. Laying her down upon the floor, cushioning the back of skull on the comfortable material, Kenji sighted the pained grimaces that her body was showing unconsciously. For some strange reason, his inner being felt like it was tearing in half as he descended down next to her. Inhaling sharply, he turned at the last second and went to lay his head on her chest, in the crevice between her breasts.
So warm… a small smile formed over his mouth. Closing his eyes, he relaxed and slid his arms around her slender figure, gently hugging her. I'm… I'm… I'm confused…
And no matter what I do, I feel the pain
With or without you
To be continued…
Author's Note: There's more to this because there's more in Chapter 3, but I didn't want this to be too long, so I'm breaking it up into two different parts. Eh, heh, heh, I hope that this didn't disturb my lighthearted readers… Man, I would never wanna cross Kenji when he's pissed off; who knows what he'd do, probably hurt me worse than he did to Uriko, eek… ^^0