Bara no Scarlet
Chapter 40
Games
Mariko rolled over when the door to the bedroom opened. She hadn't wanted to go to the ball alone, so she had decided to curl up in bed, snuggled in the thick and soft brushed satin sheets. She opened her eyes to see Akio standing there, obviously angry. "Akio...?" In private, within the innermost rooms of the Chairman's residence, she called him by his name. It was the only place that she dared. Outside, she gave no indications that she was the Chairman's latest conquest. She was coolly polite to him, distant as a student ought to be, never daring to raise her eyes to his. In the inner rooms of the Chairman's residence, however... clothing was entirely optional. She hadn't opted for that tonight.
At her presence, he snarled something incoherent, and she sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet up modestly around her because the door was open, and if any of his staff were to walk by... "What is it, Akio?" She asked as he stalked into the room and slammed the door behind him. "Did something happen at the ball?" She dropped the sheet, leaning forwards so that the sheet fell and revealed her lack of clothing.
He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes dark and angry, and snarled at her. "Get out."
She arched an eyebrow, but didn't move to leave the room. Instead, she pushed her hair back and out of her eyes, looking at him knowingly. "You don't mean that, Akio. Someone pissed you off, and I imagine that it was your sister. What did she do?"
He moved so fast that she almost didn't see him. Suddenly, he was beside her, and his hand was painfully gripping her arm. Shoving her hard, so that she would end up off of the bed and onto the floor, he repeated himself. "Get. Out." It wasn't a request. It was a command, given in the dark voice of End of the World.
She used his weight to her advantage, releasing the sheets that would undoubtedly tumble along with her and pulling against him in order to stay on the bed. She rolled over on the bed, pulling her arm out of his hand and landed, facing him. "I won't," she said firmly. Starting to stalk him on all fours, crawling up the bed, she smiled seductively at him. "What you need is an... outlet... for your anger." She was almost on top of him now, and his eyes narrowed as he leaned back to keep her face away from his. His eyes flashed a brilliant green in anger as he looked at her.
She lacked the power that he had, lacked the finesse. But if she wanted to play the game... well, who was he to refuse? He'd play along. The diversion could be amusing.
He allowed his body language to change, allowed the smile to twist across his lips. "Do I, now? And are you going to give me that... outlet...?"
She had climbed on top of him now, long red hair spilling across her back, falling all around them. "I think..." she breathed, "that I can come up with a few... ideas on how to... release your anger..." Her lips found his, and he allowed her to kiss him, felt her teeth against his lips, felt her tongue search for his.
Suddenly, his right hand came up, fingers embedding in her hair, twisting, pulling, and yanking her over with a predatory sort of ease. He pinned her to the bed now, one hand on one of her arms, holding her down. She didn't yell like he had expected, but instead she licked her lips at him, and the anger in his eyes burst into something else as he purred at her. "Do you like it rough, little tiger? I'll show you how the game is really played..." He leaned down, eyes glittering as he kissed her hard on the lips. Her answer was to twine the fingers of her free hand into his hair, pushing him to her.
Several hours later, if anyone had been outside of Ohtori's dormitories, they would have seen a man wearing a strange white uniform carrying someone across the central courtyard, up to a darkened dormitory, and into the building.
Akio closed the dorm room door behind him. He didn't look back as he walked down the hallway, absently brushing off the cuffs of his white Duelist's Uniform. She had indeed served as an outlet for his anger. Mariko was of no use to him now.
Mariko rolled over when the door to the bedroom opened. She hadn't wanted to go to the ball alone, so she had decided to curl up in bed, snuggled in the thick and soft brushed satin sheets. She opened her eyes to see Akio standing there, obviously angry. "Akio...?" In private, within the innermost rooms of the Chairman's residence, she called him by his name. It was the only place that she dared. Outside, she gave no indications that she was the Chairman's latest conquest. She was coolly polite to him, distant as a student ought to be, never daring to raise her eyes to his. In the inner rooms of the Chairman's residence, however... clothing was entirely optional. She hadn't opted for that tonight.
At her presence, he snarled something incoherent, and she sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet up modestly around her because the door was open, and if any of his staff were to walk by... "What is it, Akio?" She asked as he stalked into the room and slammed the door behind him. "Did something happen at the ball?" She dropped the sheet, leaning forwards so that the sheet fell and revealed her lack of clothing.
He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes dark and angry, and snarled at her. "Get out."
She arched an eyebrow, but didn't move to leave the room. Instead, she pushed her hair back and out of her eyes, looking at him knowingly. "You don't mean that, Akio. Someone pissed you off, and I imagine that it was your sister. What did she do?"
He moved so fast that she almost didn't see him. Suddenly, he was beside her, and his hand was painfully gripping her arm. Shoving her hard, so that she would end up off of the bed and onto the floor, he repeated himself. "Get. Out." It wasn't a request. It was a command, given in the dark voice of End of the World.
She used his weight to her advantage, releasing the sheets that would undoubtedly tumble along with her and pulling against him in order to stay on the bed. She rolled over on the bed, pulling her arm out of his hand and landed, facing him. "I won't," she said firmly. Starting to stalk him on all fours, crawling up the bed, she smiled seductively at him. "What you need is an... outlet... for your anger." She was almost on top of him now, and his eyes narrowed as he leaned back to keep her face away from his. His eyes flashed a brilliant green in anger as he looked at her.
She lacked the power that he had, lacked the finesse. But if she wanted to play the game... well, who was he to refuse? He'd play along. The diversion could be amusing.
He allowed his body language to change, allowed the smile to twist across his lips. "Do I, now? And are you going to give me that... outlet...?"
She had climbed on top of him now, long red hair spilling across her back, falling all around them. "I think..." she breathed, "that I can come up with a few... ideas on how to... release your anger..." Her lips found his, and he allowed her to kiss him, felt her teeth against his lips, felt her tongue search for his.
Suddenly, his right hand came up, fingers embedding in her hair, twisting, pulling, and yanking her over with a predatory sort of ease. He pinned her to the bed now, one hand on one of her arms, holding her down. She didn't yell like he had expected, but instead she licked her lips at him, and the anger in his eyes burst into something else as he purred at her. "Do you like it rough, little tiger? I'll show you how the game is really played..." He leaned down, eyes glittering as he kissed her hard on the lips. Her answer was to twine the fingers of her free hand into his hair, pushing him to her.
Several hours later, if anyone had been outside of Ohtori's dormitories, they would have seen a man wearing a strange white uniform carrying someone across the central courtyard, up to a darkened dormitory, and into the building.
Akio closed the dorm room door behind him. He didn't look back as he walked down the hallway, absently brushing off the cuffs of his white Duelist's Uniform. She had indeed served as an outlet for his anger. Mariko was of no use to him now.