Caught Unaware
Chapter 9
By: Max*the bishie deliverer
Disclaimer: See chapter 1, please.
A/N: Another secret edit! Another beautiful edit by Mary D., with the patience of a saint. Reformatted.
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Her office light was still on, which meant one of two things. Nasuti had left the light on because she was still in her office working (and needed the light on), or she had left it on when she went out walking, taking her break. Seiji Date knocked on the office door, and waited for an answer before rapping on the bubbled glass once more.
No answer.
Not surprising considering that Nasuti had this awful habit of tuning the entire world out when she was occupied with her work. However, if there was one quirk about the half-French professor, it was that she never ignored his presence. But, anything that came out of his or any of the other's mouths were wrong, she was always right. It was an unspoken rule at the house that once every month, she was always right, never wrong, but the guys would end up doing dirty work because it was always their fault.
Despite his obvious faults for being male, thus being eternally wrong, he knew that she didn't have the heart to blame him. It was common knowledge that the beautiful Professor Yaguy had a small crush on him.
As did ninety percent of the Sengoku University female population, married or not.
As for the other ten percent, they were either nuns or lesbians, but then he had to worry about the men as well.
There were times when he hated having his looks, when to him, they never mattered.
It was ironic how in Sendai, he was shunned because of his looks, but here, he had to beat the people off of him with sticks. Which was most likely the reason why he loved being where he was at the moment. Seiji heard the phone ring inside the office and waited, but when he didn't hear Nasuti answer the phone, he started to wonder. Where is she at this time in the morning, he thought off-handedly as his hand unconsciously fell to the doorknob and twisted. Concern was not strong enough a word to describe the feeling that began to twist in his stomach as he observed the pandemonium before him.
Papers were scattered on the floor, looking as if they had been knocked off the desk in some sort of struggle. As concern bled into worry, he stopped his movements, rooted to one spot when he caught sight of her shoe and then something yellow on her desk.
One did not have to have sharp eyes to see what the note read. Seiji sighed, the sigh turning into a growl as he realized what was wrong."Nasuti-" he cut himself off as he darted back to his car.
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Sometimes people were so gullible.
Damien smirked as he watched the young man before him pale at the sight of the weapon, the barrel lined up to the bridge of the man's nose. Beads of sweat lined both of their foreheads.
One forehead out of fear and anxiety, the other out of sheer excitement.
Finally, he could get rid of his competition. If he could, he would shudder from glee, but then he would scare his lovely lady, who for the time being was sitting stark straight on the bed behind him, absolutely paralyzed with shock.
It was thrilling.
Thrilling to have someone actually terrified of him. Green eyes glanced at the Frenchman in front of him and slitted in disgust. "Well Darrien, do you like what you see?" He couldn't resist saying that, it fitted the situation and to be honest, he loved the sight behind him.
Yes, even with the wide-eyed-deer-caught-in-headlights look that Nasuti was currently employing.
Her fear indeed enhanced his arousal. No wonder his blood boiled with lust.
He'd be surprised if she could even scream after he was through with her. Turning his attention back to the stigmas of his arousal behind him, he realized the boy had not answered.
"Answer me, dammit," he shouted, causing the room's other two occupants to jump and the tension level to skyrocket.
Darrien choked on his next breath and gasped, before his cerulean eyes flickered to his paralyzed professor behind the newly acclaimed madman . Cursing his luck mentally, he ran over the past thirty minutes of his life in chunks of memories, all in Technicolor. He should have known that something was up when Damien called him in his usual arrogant manner. It was common knowledge that the two were rivals for the professor's attention; each wanted to be top transfer students, but Darrien knew after a while that there was no way Nasuti was interested in dating him. Every time he saw her in the presence of that blond, he knew where her heart was- with the young man that played guard, friend, and in some cases, escort for any and every occasion.
If one said Darrien was jealous, he would gladly admit it.
But he'd take jealousy any day over the fact that one of his fellow students was holding a gun to his head.
Nasuti stayed silent out of fear of what might happen next. She knew that Damien was in control, no matter how much she detested it, but was oddly comforted by the fact that Darrien was there protecting her honor. Or at least attempting to, but he could only do so much with a weapon trained on him.
Where was that multicolored yoroi when you needed it, she thought with a touch of hysteria. Wiggling against her bonds, she managed to stretch her legs out so she could easily sit up and stare at the sight before her.
"I said, ANSWER ME!" Was all she heard before the faint sound of a trigger being pulled echoed in the room like a pin dropping and disturbing the silence.
She screamed as the scarlet spray hit her and everything around the victim, giving the dingy walls a fresh coating of red.
Darrien stared up at the ceiling, eyes unseeing and soulless as his body slumped to the floor, landing face first in the age-old dust and dirt.
Damien then turned to Nasuti, adoration and frenzy in his eyes as he saw hers leaking precious tears.
"He had to die, you know." He tried to be comforting, but the adrenaline in his system had a different idea in mind.
Shock was etched on her face as she stared at him, unconscious of the smatter on her skin that was quickly drying a deep maroon color. Jade eyes lost their vibrancy, glazing over in a dull gaze, as if she was marveling over his sanity and his almost split personality.
Perfectly lined teeth bared themselves in an arrogant grin. He absolutely could not resist what he had to say to her next.
"Just remember…"
He walked over to the bed and sat down, trapping her against the mattress.
He leaned over so that his body was against hers.
And whispered in her ear.
"He died for you."
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The campus was lit up like daytime with all the halogen construction lamps lighting up the courtyard. Caution tape lined the sidewalk where several police officers were milling around, some writing frantically, others taking pictures in the early morning light. A few trench-coated detectives turned around when one of the officers tapped the leader on the shoulder.
"Detective Date, your son," a nod of the head told the detective where to look.
To say that Detective Date was happy was the contrary.
"Seiji," he spoke loudly, almost hitting one of the forensic workers. "What the hell are you doing here?"
A violet glare told him everything that he needed to know, but Seiji filled in one blank. "Nasuti is missing, what happened here?"
The elder Date glanced at each and every one of the four young men surrounding his son from behind. Their faces were pale and withdrawn, as if they did not sleep at all, but still retained the youthfulness of young men that were forced to grow up too quickly. However, something did not add up. Earlier when a few professors found the body of the newly identified Darrien Montagne, campus security had run a report on all persons in the buildings. Nasuti Yaguy was on that list for earlier in the night. "But she never left, according to campus security."
The group's eyes flashed of an unnamed emotion as Seiji shook his head slowly. "Iie, Otou-san. Check her office."
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The smell of food tantalized her, but her mind refused to let her body move. Paralyzed with shock, Nasuti laid on the dusty pillow, a dull ache in her neck from her new position and her mouth was watering. She had been like that ever since she watched Damien pull his weapon, remained in that state when he murdered Darrien, and then rested her eyes on the latter's body on the floor. The body that Damien had moved, to where, she did not know.
That bastard had the gall to eat in front of her, knowing good and well that she was hungry and in a very bad mood.
Watching someone being murdered, being covered in their blood, and then being held captive did not help either. Opening her mouth to speak, her throat felt like she had swallowed a hundred knives and then was being baked on a spit. It did not matter, her mind told her, all other systems were in systematic shock from watching a student die.
In front of her.
By another student.
Over her.
She was fighting the urge to gag as she tried to sort out her mind that seemed to run wild with its own conclusions. Conclusions that generally ended in death, carnage, and bloodshed. Wait, weren't carnage and bloodshed the same thing, no, she had meant havoc.
Havoc was the main resident in her mind at the moment, and from the looks of it, it did not plan to move at the moment.
She was terrified as she once more looked around the room, her eyes settling on the young man in the center.
He was looking at her.
Was that lust in his eyes? She thought briefly, remembering that look a few other times in class from her captor. Yes, I think it is, she would have muttered when a thick roll of cloth was shoved back into her mouth, causing her to moan in the quick pain. Gagging as her tongue was pushed back into her throat; she shook and wriggled her head to dislodge the material, only to wince when he tied it around her head, catching a few strands of hair as he knotted the cloth.
"Nasuti," he whispered, staring down at her as he finished tying the gag, his hands coming around to delicately hold her neck.
"You were supposed to accept me," he spoke with regret. One of his hands reached down to his leg and the other moved to her waist.
"You were supposed to come willingly. But no, you had to refuse me; you had to accept him and his affections."
Jade eyes widened as his captive listened to his confessions and rantings, but he continued in a conspiratory whisper.
"So there was only one thing..." she could feel his cold fingers creep into the waist band of her skirt, her skin trembling under the touch as if to shy away from the intruding digits.
"That I could do..." he trailed off once more, this time bringing up the hand that went to his leg.
One that held a knife capable of running her through.
He held it steadily in one hand, pointing the tip at her face as he continued.
"To make you mine." He spoke, their noses touching as she tried to shrink away as much as the bonds would let her.
"I can just... take you."
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To be continued…