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Unexpected Love Chapter 4- Just Call Me

"Did you SEE Ryoki? Isn't he hot?" Akane exclaimed as soon as she was with her friends. "He's almost edible!"

"Yeah, I know, wait, I think I just saw him, didn't he go in the guidance office?" one of her friends asked.

"I think he did, and I don't think there were any girls with him, let's follow him," Akane suggested.

"I don't know, Akane, I think you have too many boyfriends for your own good," her friend stated back.

"Well, I'm going anyway, and you can't stop me," she said back, stalking off.

Her friends followed her, shadowing her every move. They finally caught up to her at Crossroads, the big hall in the middle of the school.

"Wait, I'm going to go see if he's in there," Akane said turning back to her friends. "Come after me in a minute."

Akane walked off and slowly opened the door to the Guidance office. She stuck her head in—and saw Ryoki and her sister together. 'I can't believe it, it just figures that as soon as I like someone like Ryoki she would try to steal him away from me. I can't believe it.'

Her friends crept up to her, "Is he in there, Akane? Is he alone?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, he's in there all right, he's definitely in there," she said back, turning away. 'I swear to you Hatsumi, he is not something you're going to have, he's mine, and I'm going to make him mine.'


Hatsumi ran down the busy streets of New York City to her tiny apartment. 'Oh no, oh God, what have I done? What have I gotten myself into this time?' It still hadn't hit her about the goings-on of the afternoon.

"Hey lady, watch it!" She had inadvertently crashed into someone.

"Sorry!" she called behind her as she continued down the sidewalk.

'Almost home,' she consoled herself. 'Almost home and then all my problems will all go away.'

She ran up the steps of her apartment building, opened the door, and ran inside. Hatsumi sighed in relief. She walked down the hall to her door and opened it.

"Hi sweetie. Glad your home. Have you seen your sister?" her mother asked.

"Hi mom. Yeah, she said she'd be home later. She stayed after school to catch up with her friends," she said, dropping her books and coat at the door. She went and kissed her mother.

"Well, your father should be home around 6:30 from his flight, so dinner probably won't be until late, grab a snack if you would like," her mother said, pushing her towards the kitchen.

"Thanks mom, but I'm alright, I'm not really hungry. I think I'll go to my room and read for a while."

"Okay honey, I'll call you if I need you for anything."

The phone rang. "Hello, Narita residence," Hatsumi's mom said as she juggled the phone and the wooden spoon she was using to stir the pasta for dinner.

"Is Hatsumi there?" the unknown person on the other end said.

"Yes, I believe so, let me get her. She's probably reading. Hang on," she said back. 'That's odd,' she thought. 'Hatsumi hardly ever gets phone calls, I wonder who it is?'

She walked down the hall. "Hatsumi, sweetheart, phone call for you, here's the phone." She stopped at her door and knocked, "Hatsumi? Are you in there?" She heard muffled sounds inside the room. "Okay, well, I'm going to leave it outside the door, honey."

Hatsumi crept to the door and opened it slowly, watching her mother retreat back to the kitchen. She bent down slowly and picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said with a slightly shaky voice.

"Don't do that again," said the voice on the other line.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" Hatsumi asked, now confused.

"Don't ever keep me waiting again. Slaves are obedient to their masters, and this master has very little tolerance or patience."

Hatsumi shook. "Ryoki-how did you get my phone number? I just thought this was going to be a school thing, not anything else..."

"And don't ask questions, slaves never question their masters," Ryoki said, continuing.

"Um, well," she said, searching for words.

"Just come over, I have a need for you."

"But-."

"No, don't ask any more questions, make it okay with your mom or whoever you report to and come over. I live two blocks down from you in the new apartment complex, you know, the condos. I'm on the top floor. Be here in 15 minutes, I'll be expecting you," he said, slamming the phone down.

Hatsumi was speechless. 'The audacity of him,' she thought to herself. 'How dare he?' She stood up, the phone still in her hand and stared at the wall until the operator came back on the line, "We're sorry..."

Finally she came back to reality, and realized that she only had another 5 minutes to get there. 'Who knows what he'll do to me, or what he's capable of, his mom's the principal, after all.'

She ran outside her room, grabbed her coat, yelled something to her mom about being back in 20 minutes, ran down the busy street, and right into her sister as she was coming home.

"Well, I expected you to be excited to see me, but not that excited," Akane said, chuckling over her sister's folly. "Where are you going anyway? Dinner's going to be served soon, I'm sure, and Daddy'll be home anytime. Don't you want to see him?"

"Well, I, um, I, well, you see, Ryoki—," Hatsumi stuttered.

"You're going over to Ryoki's aren't you? I know he lives in that big new complex. I just wanted to let you know, he's mine, I want him, and I'm going to have him. Just stay away," she said threateningly.

"Well, I, uh, I—I have to go!" she said.

Hatsumi turned and started running down the sidewalk again, this time making sure she didn't run into anyone, and finally ended up in front of the menacing building.

"You were late," someone said behind her. "What did I tell you about being late? I'll be nice this time, since you're new to being a slave, but don't let it happen again. Third offences are never excused."

"I'm sorry Ryoki-chan, it will never happen again," Hatsumi said, bowing to him.

"See that it doesn't. Come with me," he said, grabbing her arm and hauling her bodily up the stairs of the complex. "My mom's not home yet and there's only a little bit of time before she does."

"Wha—."

"DON'T ASK QUESTIONS. Last warning. You don't want to see me mad, trust me."

"Okay, ok, sorry."

"Good, now, here we are."

Hatsumi looked around. She had been so bent on making sure Ryoki didn't accidentally dislocate her shoulder that she hadn't realized they had stopped in front of a door.

"Come on, we haven't got all day," he said, pushing her inside. She careened into a plush leather couch and fell over the top. She got her bearings back and then straightened up, turned, and faced him.

"It—it's not very—not very nice to do that, you—you know," she said, trying not to meet his eyes. 'God, what have I gotten myself into?' she thought.

"Okay then, the bedroom's over there," he said, gesturing.

Hatsumi looked over her shoulder and back, finally understanding that he wanted her to go in there. She looked back, the unasked question on her face. 'Why does he want me to go in there? I really don't like this...'

"Come on," he said, giving her a shove from behind.

Hatsumi's feet moved without her willing them to. 'Remember, you're just doing this so he can't frame you and get you kicked out of school,' she reminded herself.

Ryoki entered behind her and shut the door. He walked around her and sat on his giant king-sized bed. "So, Hatsumi, how do you like my room?" he said, gesturing to the walls.

Hatsumi dared a look around. The room was pretty much devoid of anything personal; there were no posters, no shelves, the walls were just blue and undecorated. The only other pieces of furniture he had were a desk, a bureau, a nightstand, and a wardrobe. Going by the size of the room, she was surprised there wasn't a walk-in closet attached to the room as well.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Ryoki said when she didn't respond. "I have it just the way I like it. I only really sleep in here."

"Oh," she said, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I'm not going to wait all day...strip already."

Hatsumi was completely taken aback. 'STRIP? He wants me to STRIP? Is that all I am to him, just someone to have some sex with? There are hundreds of girls at school who would be perfectly happy to grant his wish, but yet he chooses an unwilling participant?' Hatsumi thought, outraged. Inwardly, she was a tornado, outwardly, she was scared. She started to shiver uncontrollably.

Ryoki, seeing she was visibly agitated, got up and went over to her. "Well, if you aren't going to take them off, I will," he commented, placing his hands on the hem of her shirt and starting to lift.

"No, wait!" Hatsumi cried, stopping the upward trend of his hands. 'Doesn't he understand that it's not supposed to happen like this? You're supposed to love someone. LOVE! Not this...it's not supposed to happen like this,' she thought, the tornado raging inside her.

"What?" he asked, thoroughly annoyed.

"It's my—it's my first—first time. I—I didn't want—I—please don't—," she stuttered, so shaken she wasn't able to make a coherent sentence.

"No? This isn't what you want?" he asked back, obviously puzzled.

"You can't—you can't just make someone into your slave and expect that to be okay...I've never even kissed someone before," she said, tears coming to her eyes. She broke his grasp on her and turned away. "Plus, I don't love you," she said to herself. "And I'll never forgive you if you do this to me."

Ryoki didn't know what to do. His master plan had totally backfired. He approached her from behind and put his hand on her shoulder. She cringed.

"Since you're new to this whole slave thing, I'll be easy on you."

Hatsumi turned, hope on her face.

"I'll only require of you one kiss, then you may leave, but only if I'm satisfied with the kiss. Understand?" he continued.

Hatsumi turned and nodded, finally meeting his eyes. He stepped forward and she stood on her toes, trying to reach his height. He bent down a little to accommodate her. She stretched up and planted her lips on his for a brief moment, then turned to leave. Ryoki reached out and grabbed her arm before she could reach the door.

"I said you could leave only if you satisfied me, remember? That, may I just say, was not a kiss. This is."

Ryoki grabbed her into his arms and kissed her completely, held her, tasted her. 'It means nothing to me, she means nothing to me. I'm doing this for practice,' he reminded himself.

The kiss was melting, and Hatsumi soon found herself completely taken over by it. 'So this is what they talk about in the poetry and songs, it's not so bad. Wait, what am I saying, I've just been kissed by Ryoki...the guy who almost raped me!' She struggled against him, letting the moment pass. Finally she escaped from his hold. She ran to the door, looked back at his stunned figure, opened the door and out of the apartment, down the stairs and out onto the street, losing herself in the crowd.

Ryoki didn't move, he couldn't understand what was happening to him. 'It was just a kiss,' he reminded himself again. 'She doesn't mean anything to me. Just some girl to practice on so I don't embarrass myself when the time comes for it to really count.' He walked over to the bed and sat down hard. 'Why am I shaking? This never happens to me, maybe I need something to eat...No, that's not it.' He fell back and laid on the bed. 'What's that noise?' Thump thump, thump thump. 'My heartbeat?' Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.

Author's Note- I have to say that I had fun writing this chapter, I hope you all have fun reading it. More to come soon. Thanks for everyone who reviewed me, I appreciate it greatly. I'm totally up for ideas if anyone has some thoughts on where the hell I should take this. Thanks again!