Caught Unaware

Chapter 1

By: Max*the bishie deliverer

Disclaimer: Sunrise Animations, along with Nagoya TV, Sony Music Entertainment, and CBS, owns the copyrights to Yoroiden Samurai Troopers.

A/N:  Entire story is being reformatted and reedited. I'm not changing anything important, but for readability and aesthetics, I'm amping it up a bit.

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Nasuti Yaguy walked out of Shinjoku University, her mahogany hair falling out of the once articulate chignon, lending all the more evidence to her hurried appearance and fatigue.

She was completely unaware of the camera shutter rapidly closing and opening from the apartment across the street on the second floor, capturing her image.

Looking around, she felt someone's eyes on her, but did not act on the feeling.

The midnight-blue eyes watched as she waved her arm, snapping the camera shutter again, repeating the gesture as she smiled at the driver and climbed into the evergreen convertible. A hiss of contempt escaped the watcher's mouth as he watched the car speed off. Tomorrow, he would get more pictures, but right now, he had work to do.

Shutting the blinds that allowed him to see the object of his affections after-hours, he walked back toward the bathroom, glancing at the mirror and smirking at what he saw. Pictures of his "beloved," adorned the circumference of the once plain reflective piece of glass. Originally, he had attached recently-developed pictures, but his previous dismay, the mirror wasn't large enough.

That is, until he discovered a craft called "cropping."

Now, 45 pictures and four pairs of scissors later, he had all of his mini-Nasutis staring back at him. Reaching out, his hand was just about to stroke the newest addition, when he froze and thought longingly, Not yet. Pictures for him just were not enough. He craved for something tangible, something, and someone.

 He craved, he wanted, he desired Nasuti Yaguy.

 Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he noted the blood-shot eyes and clicked his tongue in admonishment. No, ugly hair and red eyes would not be appealing to his dear professor. He would need to sleep more, but didn't want to think of the consequences if he did. Running a hand through the copper-toned spiked hair, he sighed and smiled. The clock on the wall behind him, chimed the hour.

Part one of his plan was in action.

 Part two enabled him to get closer to her. "She should be home right about now." Going back into the living room, he picked up the phone and dialed a forbidden number. He let it ring and heard someone on the other end say, "Hello," and ask pleasantly, "Who's calling?"

Instead of complying, he asked, "Is Yaguy-san there? I need to speak with her."

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Seventeen year-old Shin Mori, held the phone to his chest and yelled for Nasuti, who was in the kitchen. The addressed walked in, her stocking feet barely made any noise as she stepped up to Shin and took the phone.

Holding it up to her ear, she heard heavy breathing and a muttered hello. Somewhat disoriented, she watched as Seiji, who stood in the doorway, regarded her curiously and mouthed, "Who is it?"

The twenty-year old professor shrugged and said, "Hello. This is Yaguy Nasuti, may I ask who's calling?"

A loud sigh filled her ear as the caller spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Nasuti, it's you."

The young woman rolled her eyes and repeated forcefully, "Who is this?"

"Manners, my love. You must not know me yet. Not until we are properly introduced." The voice gained substantiality, but was hiding, hinting at something.

Something that made Nasuti's face burn just thinking about it.

"What? Is this some sort of a sick joke?" Her face, which once held a warm smile, held a rigid scowl, one that bequeathed her underlying fury. "Who is this?" She was close to screaming, but Shin's hand on her shoulder, made her refrain from doing so. He was too close and would not appreciate that action.

"Nasuti, my love. I don't repeat myself, but I do repeat my actions." After the statement, she could hear the rapid breathing and moaning of her name. "God, I want you, my love, my Nasuti." The caller kept talking about how he would get her alone, and take her, make love to her until neither of them could stand it anymore. He went on about how much that he needed her to make him complete and that he could no longer watch her from afar. The force and the tension of the phone call peaked when he screamed her name and told her exactly what he was doing at the moment.

Her face ebbed from red to green as she slammed the phone into the receiver, causing both her and Shin to jump. Putting a slender hand up to her face, she attempted to stop the tears that streamed down her face, attempted to stop the thoughts that came into her mind and left her in shreds. That one phone call left her feeling violated and dirty.

She felt scared, vulnerable, and very edgy.

Nasuti was on the verge of tears when she saw the concerned look etched on Shin's face.

"Nasté, what's wrong?" He asked, well aware that her trembling was not the results of a phone call from her boyfriend. She didn't have one, so he automatically assumed that it was someone else. He grabbed her hand into his own, shocked at the moisture that was evident and the tears streaming down her face. "Nasté?"

She sobbed once, and another followed as she tried to avoid her reactions. She hated now knowing how to handle what just took place. "Shin, I'm sorry." She pulled away from him and ran out of the living room, masking her current condition.

Ran as fast as her feet could carry her.

Right into the waiting arms of Seiji, who just held her, and waited for her to speak.

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The caller hung up and zipped up his fly with a sigh.

His blood was signing though his veins at the desire clawing at his mind. He could tell from her voice that she desired love, his love, love that was willing to give, just not yet. He knew her as well as she knew herself, maybe more then that. Reaching toward his coffee table, he pulled out the newest pictures from yesterday and went through them one by one.

A few of which were of her going to the university, a blond male standing next to her as if escorting her.

 This male was his main obstacle.

He always dropped off Nasuti, always picking her up or taking her somewhere other then in his sight. It made him uneasy when he considered on how excited that just looking at her made him, and how another man could handle it. In class, he could barely keep his hands off of her, so someone actually touching her, and she not resisting, infuriated him. He threw that picture into the nearby trash can, sneering at the next one.

This one was of Nasuti having lunch with another teenager, one with blue hair.

That one was odd.

Blue wasn't a natural hair color, and then again, neither was a twenty year-old woman living with five, seventeen year-old young men. That fact didn't bother him nearly as much, but the fact that one of the young men was the golden-blond, who's hair hung over one eye. Tossing that photo away, he pulled out the next one.

She was asleep in this one.

Gently stroking the picture, he pressed it up to his lips, wishing that the figure on the film was right in front of his, wrapped in his arms. Feeling his pulse starting to race, he ran to the door and grabbed his jacket. It was ten o'clock. He needed to do some shopping. He had to get a few gifts for his dear professor.

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Shin would have ran after the sobbing woman, but Touma stepped into his way. The bearer of the Tenku yoroi shook his blue-topped head as he leaned his slender, yet muscular frame on one side of the doorjamb.

"Let her go, he'll get her." He spoke knowingly, but deep down, he was not so knowledgeable. He could recall that Nasuti had mentioned that most of her students were quite affectionate of their young professor; some had gone as far as to send her flowers on any occasion. He also remembered that one of them, he could bring back that the student in question had copper hair, chopped in the American crew-cut, and midnight blue eyes that only saw Nasuti. A haughty smile flooded the trooper's face as he turned to Shin. "Hey, do you remember how jealous that one guy got when he came to talk to Nasté?"

Shin snickered at the recollection. "Yeah, she was really edgy after he left, Kami, he even glared at Shuu. Just because he walked in and called her name." Despite the somber atmosphere, the troopers had a good laugh.

Then Touma let it sink in, "Um, didn't Ryo say that he needed to use the phone?"

At that moment, Ryo came down the stairs, looking a pale green. Seeing the two troopers, he frowned and choked out, "Where's Nasté?"

"Ryo, what's wrong?" Shin picked up on the subdued Rekka temperament.

Ryo grimaced as he said quietly.

"You guys, I think that Nasté's being stalked."

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To be continued.