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Caught Unaware
Chapter 4-Arousal
By Max
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Damien watched from his apartment as seven o'clock rolled by. He saw the slender form of Nasuti, flanked by four security guards, all making their way toward the sidewalk, where the evergreen convertible was usually parked. The young man, the one that apparently dubbed himself her guardian, leaned against his car. Raising the camera, he snapped a close-up of her distraught face, a wave of annoyance flowing through him, mingled with slight excitement. Keeping the camera on her, he saw the blond join her, wipe a tear from her face and lead her to the car.
"How dare she," he said from between gritted teeth. Grabbing the cord that controlled the Venetian blinds, he yanked on them, the cartridge giving away and falling on the floor.
He did not care as he grabbed the nearest object, hurling it into a nearby wall. "How dare that pretty boy get close to her, take her from me. How dare they." Walking to the bathroom, he saw his mirror and smiled. One of the pictures stared back at him, a twinkle in her eyes. Feeling the relief flow through him, he walked back into the living room.
A dull tone filled the air, resounding on his eardrums. He found the source, realizing that when he threw something, he threw the phone. Fear raised a heavy blush on his face, as he quickly made sure that the phone still worked. A sigh of relief escaped him when he heard a dial tone.
A knock came from his door. "Who could that be," he asked quietly, walking to see the caller.
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A doe walked onto the side of the road, oblivious to the sounds around it. Headlights illuminated its fur as the convertible braked and the door opened.
Seiji got out and clapped, watching as the female deer took off. Getting back in the car, he looked over at his silent passenger. Normally, she'd be yelling at him for almost getting themselves killed, but today was not normal. Running his violet eyes down her profile, he felt a wave of anguish hit him and quickly focused on the highway, his foot pressed on the gas.
A sniffle broke the edgy silence of the car.
Nasuti looked out the window, feeling Seiji's eyes on her. Her mind reeled at the recollection of the "gift." The boys did not need to know about that, but she was sure that the security guards alerted Seiji to something being up. Feeling a hand on her thigh, she looked up. "Seiji," she said quietly, "what is it?"
"Why were the security guards escorting you," he queried point-blank.
Her breath caught in her throat, as aqua-green eyes met violet. Opening her mouth repeatedly to get it damp, she said softly," I received a package today." She chose not to elaborate.
"From who?"
She bit her lip and looked away to answer. "At first, I figured that it was either from one of you guys, but you'd never send that."
He was not getting the whole story and knew it. Gently pressing the gas, he watched the speedometer go up as well as the anxiety level in the car.
"Seiji, what are you doing?" She leaned over to see the speed and let him endure her wrath. "Are you trying to get us killed?" Her voice rose in pitch and volume.
He winced at the decibel level, but mentally collapsed in laughter. "What was it?" He suddenly got serious.
"A negligee."
The brakes squealed as the car slammed to a stop. "What?"
Just when she thought that she had control, it fell at the look on Seiji's face. She was not going to repeat herself; her voice did not feel up to being used. Nasuti looked out the window, her reflection on the glass fascinating.
"Someone sends you a negligee and you don't know who it is?" He roared as he opened the door and saw her flinch. Leaning down, he peered into the car, his voice coming out softer, less forced, but pleading. "How long were you going to wait to tell us?"
"You didn't need to know."
Her words slammed into him like a tackle form Shuu in full yoroi. Letting go of a shuddered breath, he slid back into the driver's seat, stunned. When he looked over, he saw her body tremble with quiet sobs. "Naste," he reached over and grabbed her hand, willing her to stop, lest his heart break. "Let's go home."
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Ming-Takuri knocked on the door once again, getting rather impatient at the slowness at Damien's answering. "Dammit, Damien-san, open the door!"
The door was flung open and a red-faced Damien looked out. "What do you want?"
"Did you hear about Yaguy-sensei?"
At this, he feigned interest. "Hear what?"
"Someone sent her a package; she needed security guards before that Adonis could pick her up."
At this, he rolled his eyes. "Isn't that Adonis a tad young for you?"
The mahogany-haired twenty-two year old mythology major got defensive. "You're just jealous because he's got the sensei's attention." Her eyes slit and faded to light aqua.
Damien sneered and yanked her, by the arm, into the living room. "You bitch! How dare you say that!"
"You arrogant bastard!"
His grip went from her arm, to grasping her hands above her head. "Not yet, Ming-san." He backed her up against the wall and used his body to pin her.
She had no time to reply as his fist came across her face and he let her go.
Damien laughed as she fell to the floor in an unconscious heap.
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Ryo was jolted off the couch when a desperate Seiji broke into his head. Grimacing as he picked himself off the floor, he looked out the nearby window as Seiji's car came into view. Both doors opened, but only Seiji got out. Opening the front door, Ryo felt Byakuen push by him and head straight for the other side of the car. Tiger-blue eyes saw the downcast Korin and followed him as he disappeared down into the trees. Looking back, he watched Nasuti climb out of the car, immediately intercepted by Byakuen.
"Naste, bad day?" Concern colored his voice as he took in the painful sight. He hated to see his "ane" upset and she knew it.
She kneeled next to the large white tiger and nuzzled him, the gesture returned with a lick on the face. Fisting her hands in his fur, she gazed up at Ryo. "Bad, that is an understatement." A weak smile worked its way on her face, but not even she believed it.
Ryo took in the tearstains and puffy skin on her clammy face.
Nasuti sighed and gave a small smile in compensation for Ryo's appearance. "Ototo, I'm rich, I don't need another fortune." She set a hand on his shoulder, feeling the muscles underneath she pulled back as if she had been burned. Reaching under his arm, she grabbed the doorknob, missing the mischievous glint in the wearer of Rekka's eyes.
He let her open the door and followed her inside, into the living room. "Spill, Yaguy-san."
Nasuti flopped herself on the couch, unaware that Ryo stood behind her. "No."
"Fine," he pushed out quickly, his fingers immediately attacking her waist, resulting in a high-pitch squeal of laughter coming from her.
She arched her back to escape the hands, laughing at the sensations that they caused. "Yamerko, Ryo!!"
"Iie, Nasuti. You need to be happy." Ryo laughed with her as he leaned and fell over the couch, onto the floor, taking the older woman with him. He was not surprised at the feel of small hands trying to tickle his stomach.
The phone rang, causing Nasuti to jack-knife to her knees and pick up the noisemaker. Taking a deep breath, she spoke into the receiver sweetly, "Moshi-moshi, Yaguy desu, how may I help you?" She held down a chuckle as Ryo sat up, his face red and eyes dancing from the attack.
Holding his throat, he made strangling noises and pointed to the phone.
Nasuti heard a voice, which sent chills down her spine.
"You're not wearing my gift, shame, Nasuti." The liquid voice touched on her eardrums, sending her mental alarms into frenzy.
"Who are you? What do you want," her voice fell to a hushed whisper, seeing as Ryo was in the room.
"Soon, you'll be mine. Soon, we'll lay in the same bed. Soon, my love, we'll be together-"
At this point, she stopped listening, noticing that Ryo had a steady gaze set on her. "No, I am not interested in your products, thank you."
"Bitch, don't you dare hang up." The voice rasped, until she hung up.
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He held the phone, rage flowing, curses directed at the dial tone. Casting a midnight blue glare to the victim on his bed, he got up and walked over to her.
Maybe it was the hair, or the eyes, or that fact that she was in his class that made him desire to take her. No, the woman lying on his bed was there so he could shut her up. "You know who that was, Ming-san?"
"You bastard, get the hell away from me!" She struggled against the ropes binding her arms and legs to the bedposts. "What the fuck do you think you're-"
A hand connected with her jaw and a cloth was wrapped around her head, thoroughly gagging her. He straddled her waist and leaned close to her head, four inches from her wide, terrified eyes. "Doing?" he finished for her. Tilting his head over, he feigned curiosity. "You are practicing for my professor."
She started to tremble, tears gathering and running down her face as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the pale skin and red lace bra underneath.
His brow furrowed at the obstacle. "What's this? No obstacles on the practice run, Ming-san?" Reaching around and over her, his hand found the knife on the nightstand. He slid the blade up and under the edge of the material, careful not to cut her. "We'll do this nice and slow."
If in the woods and a tree falls, does it make any noise?
To be continued…
Translation key: Ane (my odler sister),
Ototo (my younger brother),
Moshi moshi (Yes! Hello?) *Used for answering phone*,
Yaguy desu (I'm Yaguy) *When introducing yourself there is no need to add watashi "I", desu is excepted. Whenever you introduce yourself, only give last name unless asked for first given name.*
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