écriture fatale
by crisis rain
Disclaimer: Kaichou wa Maid-sama!/Maid-sama! belongs to Fujiwara Hiro. Fiction plot & originals belong to crisis rain. No infringement intended.
When the police had arrived, news of the arrest of several students found in possession of illegal drugs reached the neighbourhood like wildfire. The school was able to confirm the thieves that had been stealing the syringes for their recreational use, and was able to close the case of the stolen syringes without another moment's notice.
As for Hisui, she had been dropped off in front of her house without any further harassment; and she was partially surprised to see the Igarashi heir saying nothing more than a simple farewell before his limousine had driven off in the evening darkness.
Her mother worried when she lied about having dinner already with friends, and her father didn't see his daughter's face when he got home that night, for Hisui seldom came downstairs and was left to her own devices for most of the night. Instead, she locked herself in the bathroom, taking the longest shower she could ever have, and gripped the edge of the shower rack as she pulled herself out from the fogged glass chamber. Staring back at her hair-covered face, she could still see the mark as clear as day – still a little red, flecked with purple stains.
A hand slithered over the unwanted stigma as unwanted memories rattled violently against the door she used to lock them out inside her mind.
And then morning came, and she found herself waking up as usual, eyes tiredly glancing over the calendar hung upon her wall. It was Saturday.
A sense of dread washed over her, but she reluctantly got out of bed, and prepared for the day. She had to be strong now; there was no sense in running away. Perhaps it was stubbornness – perhaps it was her pride. Hisui brushed back her hair neatly and pinned the sides back with a few bobby pins to keep her morning hair in place. Glancing back at her reflection in the mirror, she tightened her tie and adjusted her collar, hiding the kiss mark out of sight.
She would be ready for whatever he decides to throw at her today.
Rumours were quick to catch on about the drug arrest at school. Hisui could hear it being the topic of conversation everywhere the moment she stepped into the school; the casual chatter in the hallways, hushed whispers by the shoe lockers, and gossiping students in the classrooms. Opening the door to her own homeroom, Hisui was greeted by numerous voices whispering excitedly about the news until they all fell to a hushed silence to see the health representative enter the classroom. She closed the door after her without another a word, and walked over to her seat, placing her schoolbag on top of her desk.
And they resumed chattering once more, though the subject about the drug arrest was left out carefully and intentionally this time. Hisui refrained from letting out a repulsed sigh, and instead shrugged off her coat and hung it by the hangers at the back lockers of the room. Returning back to her seat, she sat down and began to prepare the materials for the first lesson of the day, eyes carefully focused ahead of her.
A figure roughly dumped his school bag on the seat in front of her, and her eyes glance upwards to see Teranishi arriving for class – a bandage was plastered over his left jaw and a few other bandages over his fingers, but otherwise he seemed fine. He stared down at her, before sitting down. Hisui gazed at his back, before lowering her eyes back down on her notebooks.
"I'm glad to see that you're doing fine." She replied quietly. He hunched over his desk, not saying anything.
The day wore on as usual – the incident was still a hot topic, but at this point Hisui didn't care much about what the rest of her school mates would discuss, for the matter of cleaning up after the mess was still a problem on her plate. When the last class of the day was finally finished, she quickly stood up from her seat, gathering her things together and neatly packing them into her bag swiftly. Grabbing her coat from the hanger, she made her way past the throngs of students that were still busy chattering on what to do after school, and left the classroom in a hurry. Teranishi lifted his head, staring after her as she was gone as quickly as she came.
Walking down the corridors, she made her way towards the other end of the school where the nurse's station was. A roll of caution tape was still pinned over the examination room's entrance – the police had probably investigated the scene where the syringes had been stolen. The broken cabinet glass from yesterday had been cleaned up, and the broken cabinet still stood by the corner, minus the glass pane. She excused her way through, stepping over the tape and entered the office, slamming the door open while revealing the school's physician sitting lazily over his chair, feet propped up against the desk with a cigarette hanging limply from his lip.
"Hanazono-sensei," Hisui began with a quiver of anger, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards in a bitter smile. "What on earth are you doing?"
The unshaven man rubbed the stubble at the bottom of his chin and laughed nervously back at his star pupil. "Ahhh, Kogarashi-kun! I thought I just heard the last bell not too long ago. You're quite fast!"
She reached over and swiped the cigarette from him, pinching the fire out as she grounded it upon the nearby ash tray before throwing the entire thing into the garbage. "Smoking inside the building is a hazard! And besides, you're the school nurse for god's sake, quit smoking already!"
He chuckled sheepishly, scratching his messy chestnut hair that was flecked with grey. "Ahhh, c'mon don't be stingy! Forgive me, okay?"
Hisui threw him a sharp glare before walking over towards the windows and pried it open to let in some fresh air. "You're going to give your patients second-hand smoking before you'll be able to heal them." She muttered, pulling back the last window and threw back the curtains. Hanazono laughed.
"Anyway, it's just a little celebration in lieu of what's happened so far." He winked at her, though Hisui merely ignored him, pulling a nearby work desk into place and laid her bag down by the chair. "Anyway, the principal gave the health committee some extra spending money, and I thought maybe we can have nurse uniforms for the girls–"
"We'll be using the extra money on the syringes that were stolen, as well as the cost for the cabinet repairs." Hisui interrupted stiffly, gathering her files together with an irritated glean in her eyes. Shuffling the reports together, she pulled out Sagawa's requisition and began to file a memo for the custodian. "I'll have the custodian order a new cabinet entirely with a better security system this time."
The middle-aged man let out a sigh. "Just when I thought we could revolutionize the health committee."
"Revolutionize your gutter mind before you come to me saying that." Hisui retorted sarcastically. Letting out a sigh, she turned back to her work when there was a knock on the office door, interrupting the quiet. Hanazono reluctantly got up from his seat, stuffing a hand into his doctor's coat pockets. "Right, right; I'll go get it."
He opened the door to reveal a fidgeting Teranishi on the other side.
"T-Teranishi." She began in surprise. "Is there something wrong?"
He got down to his knees, and bowed before Hanazono and Hisui quickly. "P-Please let me join the health committee!" He raised his head up, a look of modest determination and shame mixed into his eyes. "I was surprised that you didn't turn me in to the police about yesterday, Kogarashi – and I…" He paused in a stutter, looking away from her gaze. "…I need to repay that debt to the health committee as a man. S-So please let me join!"
"Oh ho," Hanazono began with a smirk. "He wants to join, or so he says, Kogarashi-kun. What do you say?"
Hisui got up from her seat, walking over to the pair by the door. She let out a tired sigh. "Teranishi, you've committed some serious crimes that would have gotten you expelled, much less suspended from school. Stealing from the school infirmary on top of breaking into the medicine cabinet are things we can't take too lightly."
A crestfallen look appeared on his face, but he nodded glumly. "I-I understand, if you want me to turn myself in–"
"Stand up." Hisui interrupted him, extending out a hand. "We could use some help around the place." She couldn't help but to bring the briefest of smiles on her face and he took her hand gratefully.
"K-Kogarashi, Hanazono-sensei; thank you!" He bowed deeply before them.
"Well, just sign your name on the club paper and that's that." Hanazono replied good-naturedly. "Next time bring some girls with you, eh Teranishi?"
He was met with a hard slap on the back, and doubled over while clutching his back painfully. "K-Kogarashi-kun, please don't hit an old man so hard."
Teranishi gazed at the liveliness in this little committee, feeling slightly unaccustomed to see this rare side of the usually stoic honour student. Hisui disengaged herself from bickering with the lecherous committee advisor and school nurse for a moment, and smiled apologetically back at Teranishi.
"Sorry, Hanazono-sensei likes to say unnecessary things all the time. And we usually hold meetings on Tuesdays and Fridays. Next time you can meet the rest of the committee members, Sagawa and Kitagawa." Hisui explained, before fumbling in one of the messy drawers of Hanazono's desk. She produced a metal pin – the nationwide symbol of medicine and healing, the caduceus staff with a banner on the bottom spelling the school's name – Oukashou – and the school's symbol, a five-pointed cherry blossom engraved in the center of the staff, embossed in a light red.
"A pin?" He questioned as she handed it over to his hands. "This is proof that you're a committee member, from this day forwards." Hisui replied, before gesturing to her tie. The same brooch was pinned along the length of her red tie. "You pin it on your tie or on your blazer collar."
Teranishi glanced down at his metal brooch and attempted to unplug the back stopper. Hisui took the pin from his struggling fingers and expertly pinned it neatly down by the bottom corner of his uniform collar.
"Welcome to the health committee." She shook his hand warmly, that brief smile returning to her face. "As director of the club and the school's health representative, I, Kogarashi Hisui, will be happy to have you under my care."
She was leaving the school when her cell phone rang. Surprised to hear it ring so unexpectedly, Hisui took out her phone from her coat pocket hastily. Judging from the caller id, it was her father. Pressing the mobile phone against her ear, she connected to the call. "Hello? Dad, is that you?"
"Hisui?" Her father's voice came from the other end. He sounded somewhat urgent. "Hisui, listen to me; I don't think I can go back home today and pick you up for Igarashi-san's check-up tonight."
Her face brightened slightly. "R-Really? Does that mean I don't have to go?"
"I have it arranged already for Tora-kun to pick you up. Ahhh, well you see Hanagata-san called me to remind me about today's appointment, so I asked him to pick you up since I just checked my hospital shifts on the computer today…" Excuses! Hisui gripped her phone tightly, hands shaking. "Y-You just checked your shifts today? You should have done that last night!" She sternly lectured, and heard her father laugh nervously.
"W-Well, things have come up. I have a few new consultations at the hospital today so I don't think I get off until very late."
"You won't have time for dinner if you're going to rush from the hospital directly." Hisui muttered. "Do you need me to buy anything before I – uh." She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw a familiar black limousine pull up in front of the school gates. Students that were leaving the school for home already were surprised to see such an expensive car in front of the entrance, and began to chatter loudly.
"No, that won't be necessary. I'll just grab something from the hospital cafeteria. Anyway, Tora-kun will be there right away to pick you up after school. Understand, Hisui? I'll be off now then!" The call disconnected as her father hung up, presumably off to his next patient that was waiting for him. She stood there, listening to the disconnected beeps in her ear while staring at the black limousine in the distance. To her horror, she spotted Hanagata climb out of the driver's seat, and opened one of the backseat doors, revealing a familiar tyrant heir.
Easing his tall frame out of the car, Igarashi Tora glanced around the school courtyard with a pleasant smile etched upon his handsome face, eyes searching. Hisui swallowed, snapped her cell phone shut and shoved it back into her schoolbag. And she began to walk, even though her legs felt like refusing, slowly towards that rich bastard that was beginning to cause a commotion in front of the school gates.
Girls flocked by his side immediately. The more daring of the others were asking which school he was from, and pleas to exchange cell phone numbers filled the air. Hisui stood in the shadow of the group, staring at the scene before her eyes with a crooked scowl and briefly wondered if she could just slip past them and hurry on home without him noticing. Glancing back at Tora who looked rather pleasant from being buffeted by the affections of Oukashou schoolgirls, Hisui shrugged her schoolbag over her shoulders and walked on, eyes targeting for the school gates.
"Oh, there you are, Hisui-chan." A hand grabbed out for her arm, yanking her back somewhat forcefully. Hisui instinctively whirled back with her other fist, and immediately regretted it when he caught her wrist before her hand could land on his chest, pulling her in closer. A vocal eruption of disbelief and "Ehhhh?"s rippled through the crowd of female students, their eyes goring holes at the frigid health representative that was as stiff as ice.
He leaned over and smiled into her hair, eyes turning back to glance at the throngs of female students. "Sorry, but I have plans with her today." And he whisked her off, where Hanagata was waiting dutifully by the limousine door, opening it immediately once his master came with his prey in tow.
From the second-floor window, Teranishi had been observing the scene for a short while now, eyes glazing over at the sight of the health representative being dramatically taken away by that familiar bastard that had kicked him down yesterday.
"Inchou…" He mumbled aloud, blinking as he watch her get into the backseat of the limousine with a begrudging look on her face.
Hisui sat down upon the expensive leather seat, quickly tucking her uniform in place and placed her schoolbag over her lap, feeling extremely self-conscious now that the whole school has seen Tora's dramatic public display of affections – all of which was quite the act, she thought sourly to herself as the tyrant heir took a seat beside her with a smug look on his face once the car door closed after him. 'He must be enjoying himself.' Hisui thought, her scowl darkening the features on her face.
The car ignited into motion, and for a while a heavy silence draped between the two of them – neither one of them said anything, and Hisui felt the atmosphere constricting and tense. Quietly glancing over towards Tora, she spotted him staring back at her almost expectantly, unblinking, their gazes locked with each other once more.
"W… What is it?" She inquired uneasily as her eyes avoided his intense gaze almost immediately. He smiled serenely and cupped his chin, elbow propped against the arm rest of the limousine door.
"I was just visualizing you in a Miyabigaoka uniform, and how much it complimented your looks." His answer came honest enough, but there was that twinge of confidence that set her nerves ablaze like how he always managed to do. Hisui scoffed lightly, turning her head away, and her eyes glanced at the passing scenery outside of the windows in retaliation. He was still trying to convince her to attend Miyabigaoka? "Ah, is that so? That's some poor persuasion."
"And then I fantasized stripping you down, ripping each piece of clothing off until you were naked–" Tora narrowly dodged the flying schoolbag that was aimed for his face, catching it in midair before it could make contact. He grinned down at her flushed face that was so markedly twisted with embarrassment mixed with rage, and handed her schoolbag back, winking.
"Just kidding."
She wished she could throw something else far more dangerous than her schoolbag at this bastard right now, really – and Hisui took her schoolbag back without another word, turning her head away to face the side window once more.
The ride did not carry on too long, for they had arrived in front of the Igarashi mansion shortly afterwards. The car door opened, and Hisui hesitantly stepped outside to the sunset light and glanced up at the impressive manor once more. Tora and gotten out the other side, and Hanagata closed the door after his master before handing him his own schoolbag.
"Your house is as impressive as always." Hisui replied stiffly, glancing up wearily at the large structure before her. Tora merely smirked, and gestured for her to follow after him. "Isn't it? This is just the smaller compound though."
She threw him an incredulous stare. "You mean you have another one?"
"Ah, further downtown. I'm living here because it's closer to commute to the Academy." He replied nonchalantly, stepping through the opened front doors of his home. She quickly followed him, stepping out of her shoes and into a pair of slippers that, like last time, was already waiting for her near the doorway. Tora brusquely dumped his schoolbag onto the hands of a nearby maid, who merely bowed and retreated somewhere else. Staring at his act of rudeness, Hisui was about to condone his behavior when a maid came up towards her, hands outstretched.
"Please, Miss Kogarashi. Let us take your coat and schoolbag into the parlour room." And then hands were prying the coat off her back, snatching her schoolbag away, and she was left standing there in muted surprise as the servants dutifully folded her coat over a hanger and proceeded to carry her things.
"I-It's alright, I can do it myself…" She couldn't find it in herself to raise her voice as she meekly protested, scurrying along as she followed their quick steps as best as she could. "Leave it alone, Hisui-chan." Tora smiled back at her, walking down the corridors along with the silent maids carrying Hisui's things. "Let's have some tea while we wait for your father."
She was being swept along with his antics, she swear she was. Tea wouldn't be a bad thing actually, now that she's thought about it…
And in a matter of minutes she found herself seated upon a modest-sized dining table across from her host in the middle of the Igarashi family greenhouse. He was seated opposite of her, lounging in a relaxed manner with his uniform jacket thrown over his chair neatly as he was quietly drinking his tea. Glancing around conspicuously at her surroundings, Hisui noticed the abundant amount and different variety of flowers and potted plants that were grown inside the glass house. Turning back to her steaming cup of tea, she awkwardly glanced back at him before picking the teacup gingerly, taking a cautious sip.
It was strange how oddly tame he was today, Hisui had silently thought to herself as she caressed her warm teacup, gazing at the rich amber hue rippling upon the tea's surface. Though, perhaps he was too tame – the silence made things feel much tenser than before; she gently eased her cup back down upon its saucer, feeling his gaze upon her once more. It was hard to find a particular topic for them to talk about when half of them they spent talking to each other consisted of a one-sided argument.
"Kogarashi Hisui," He began simply, and Hisui jerked into attention at the mention of her name. "Born on July 23rd; blood-type B; horoscope sign is Leo." He murmured aloud, as if reciting simple mathematical formulae from a hidden textbook somewhere in his mind. She gaped wordlessly back at him.
"Height is 165 centimeters; your three sizes are 34-26-30–" He had to stifle a laugh when the health representative of Oukashou High had buried her face into a palm in embarrassment, the other gripping the hem of the tablecloth in suppressed rage. Hisui glared at him through the cracks of her fingers, her face filled with a pleasant shade of red.
"A-Are… are you some sort of stalker, Igarashi?" She hissed, pulling herself together as she warily gazed at him. Hisui folded her hands together over her lap, knowing full well that attempting any sort of contact or bodily harm upon the Igarashi heir in his own home was never a good idea.
Tora merely smiled knowingly in response. "I have my sources."
A look of utter disgust crossed her features as she grimaced deeply at his reply. "That doesn't make me feel comfortable – at all." Spearing her fruit tart mercilessly, Hisui took a bite of the pastry and temporarily forgot about her foul mood as she savoured the dessert. "But as expected of the tyrant heir of the Igarashi Group, to be able to dig up information so thoroughly." She eased a nickname into play, gently biting the end of her fork and glanced at him to see what his reaction would be.
He looked somewhat surprised at first, but before long his face was breaking into a small chuckle of amusement. "Me, a tyrant? After how good I've been to you?"
"Please don't pretend you've done anything good here." She retorted sarcastically, a piece of strawberry dangling from her fork.
Tora leaned towards as he balanced his chin upon his hands that had weaved together, his elbows propped up upon the table surface. A glint glimmered in his eyes. "Say, Hisui-chan… aren't you interested in me at the very least?" Hisui had to choke on her tea at that moment, indelicately wiping her mouth with her handkerchief as she gazed incredulously back at him.
"W-What… why would I?" She asked thickly, a vague red registering back into her cheeks once more. "I wouldn't invest any interest in guys with a horrible personality like yours!"
He smiled as if he knew full well just what sort of person she was accusing him of. Granted, he wasn't the most admirable person he would admit, but it was something rather integral – his core essence – and it had become almost like his secret pride. "Certainly I'm no knight in shining armor, but I am doing successfully even with this horrible personality of mine." He had to point out, and she fell back biting on her words, a hard look settling in her eyes.
"What good is chivalry in this day and age? You have to lie and cheat to climb your way to the top." Fingers trailed over towards her shoulders, and then towards her collar – they pried away the white uniform flaps away as she could only watch him with wide, unblinking eyes. "You won't be blamed for accepting a bit of goodwill just to get where you want." His voice fell to a hushed low, his eyes falling down upon the stretch of pale skin that was her neck. Brushing the locks of hair aside, he smiled victoriously to see that it was still there.
Evidence that he had touched her body – was still there.
Her fingers intertwined with his, but rather caressing it like most of his lovers would do, her grip clenched painfully around his hand and tore his hold upon her collar away, nearly knocking the teapot over and rattled the tabletops. Cutlery and dishware trembled with unease, and Tora felt her letting go of his hand as immediately as she had seized it – a look of panic washing over her features as she did so, looking as if she had just suffered an electric shock.
"You're…" He began tartly as he raised an arching brow. "…inexperienced, aren't you?"
Hisui's hand clamped over her neck wordlessly, before it trembled back down to her lap. "No…" Tora paused, cupping his chin as he observed her, his eyes narrowing.
"Don't tell me… your neck is sensitive?"
Upon his discovery of her weak spot, Hisui immediately clamped both hands over her neck in horror, only to reaffirm his convictions. He snorted at first, before his chuckles grew into a raucous laughter that echoed into the hallways. A thinly-spread shade of blush remained glowing hot upon her face, and Hisui closed her eyes shut tightly. How could he have…!
"I-I'm going to the washroom!" She blurted aloud, wanting nothing more but to escape this prison of humiliation. Standing up abruptly, she turned away from him as fast as she could, not caring about the fact she doesn't even know where the washroom was; but before she could take another step, she collided heavily into another solid body, her abdomen feeling the hard edge of a metal tray ramming into her diaphragm before a searing hotness washed over her chest.
A loud clatter resounded as the tray fell to the floor, catching its falling companion of a teapot that landed, thankfully upon a sprawled towel that cushioned its fall. However, Hisui stumbled back in sudden surprise at the scorching heat that was spreading over her stomach, and quickly looked down to see a growing tea stain all over her school uniform. A bewildered maid stood before her, before quickly bending down to pick up the fallen items.
"I-I-I'm sorry!" Hisui immediately apologized, and crouched down to help her pick up the fallen things. Before she could reach for the metal cream pitcher, her uniform burned into her skin and with a wince of pain she nearly fell over, stabilizing her fall with a shaking palm upon the floor. The maid looked up with a look of alarm in her eyes. "T-The tea! It spilled on you!" She exclaimed worriedly, helping Hisui back up. The health representative grabbed at her soaked blazer, fingers wounding around the wet, hot fabric in futility.
He was behind her already, arms unbuttoning the blazer before helping her shrug out of it. Handing it over to the maid, he nodded monotonously. "Take it for dry cleaning immediately. I'll go help her clean up." With a quick nod, the maid took her sopping jacket and dashed off along with the tray and fallen teapot. Hisui looked down at her stomach again wearily, spotting the less-than-desirable splotch of orange all over her once-pristine uniform shirt.
"What are you doing, standing there for?" Tora reprimanded her lightly, before giving her a slightly nudge forwards. "You need to clean that out, right? Follow me." Nodding wordlessly at his command, Hisui trudged after him hesitantly; her face shameful at her klutz stunt back there. Spilling tea all over herself was the last thing she wanted to do, especially in the presence of the Igarashi heir.
She supposed he had one more piece of blackmail material against her.
He led her upstairs – the same flight of stairs she had taken the last time she had came – and Hisui silently climbed up the massive carpeted stairway without a word but her mind full of silent surprise. As expected, even though she had visited the second floor before, it held that same ominous, foreboding feeling of a restricted section – as if only personnel of the Igarashi Manor could truly intrude the "bedroom floor". At least, most occupants' bedrooms are on the second floor, or so she had assumed. Then again, common sense is completely unneeded when you're a rich bastard like Igarashi Tora.
"U-Umm, the bathroom on the first floor would suffice, I just need to wash the stain out…" Hisui began timidly as she snuck a worried glance at the tall heir before her. He paused, before continuing his quick pace without even so much throwing back a backwards glance at her remark.
Was he angry? Shocked? Trying to contain in his laughter at her spilling the tea over her shirt? Hisui couldn't figure him out as he continued to walk down the corridor expressionlessly, keeping his emotions tightly sealed behind his face. Turning a corner down the winding hallway, she had to walk a little quicker now just to catch up with his quick pace due to his impossibly long legs, breaking into a slight dash when the distance between them began to grow –
And he halted to a stop so suddenly she found herself colliding face-first into his solid back; her nose crushed against his pallid uniform before rebounding back in a flurry of missteps that nearly brought her tumbling back down to her feet. Tora turned around with his usual angelic smile that was more or less realistically convincing – though, to Hisui it was as transparent as his lies. She frowned at this, watching him pry open a door, revealing a fully-equipped Western-styled washroom inside, complete with spacious shower chamber encased with marble and glass.
Fancy. It was way too fancy.
"Please, ladies first." He had to be smug about it too when he gestured for her to go in, she had noticed when Tora parted away from the door to welcome her in. Scoffing lightly at his false pretenses of the polite, well-mannered shell he liked to wear from time to time, Hisui made her way inside without another word and glanced at the wash basin, fingers reaching out for the tap.
The door shut quietly behind as his hand slithered over the handle, his fingers twisting the lock silently. Water rushed out from the tap when she had turned the handles on, soaking her fingers in the cold water. "Is there a towel I can borrow? I can't get the stain off like this–"
Like a predator ensnaring its prey within its fangs, his hands sank onto her skin and cold fingers wound themselves around her neck. Hisui stared up in frozen shock, at her own horrified expression reflecting in the bathroom mirror whilst a certain bleach-haired antagonist had his arms nestled neatly around her shoulders – a hand already prying away at her uniform tie and fiddling with the first button by her shirt collar.
He saw her staring at the reflections in the mirror, and a wicked smile erupted from his lips.
The water was still running – and it was the only sound during the long period of silence as she stood there without moving a single inch, eyes still focused on ahead at the monstrosity of a situation she'd landed herself in. "There's no need for a towel if you take your soiled shirt off." He suggested almost too-innocently, fingers popping the first button loose. Her eyes stared down at his hand, alarmed.
"What a funny joke, Igarashi." Hisui replied tartly, courage swelling up somewhere underneath her heart. "Let's stop playing around." There was nothing he would benefit from her. Nothing at all.
"You should have been more careful," Fingers caressed her neck, sending a cold-blooded shiver running down her spine. "I'd expected better from you; falling for such a blatant trap so easily." Hisui bit her lip as the sensation tingled itself out, weary eyes spotting in fingers now fixated on her second button. A bead of sweat began to form on her forehead, and she swallowed. If that was how he was going to play, then let the prey become predator.
And she flipped the switch.
Her fingers clasped around his hand, prying them away from her neck. Taking a sudden step back, she pushed him back until his back crashed against the glass door of the shower chamber, rattling it noisily. His hold around her fell apart from her sudden maneuver and Tora felt his back slam against the solid glass when her hand reached out to grab his shirt collar, gripping it tightly. He was surprised – shocked, alright – as he stared down at her with wide eyes, at her fierce expression shining in her eyes that glittered in the murky dimness of the dark washroom.
"Try me," She whispered her declaration for war to him, and tightened her grip around his black uniform shirt. "I'm not afraid of you."
His hand shot out grabbing for her wrist that was wound around his collar, and his other gripping the bottom of her chin. A crooked smile flashed across his face. "Maybe you've forgotten who I am, Hisui-chan. Should I let you know again?" Letting go of her jaw, he pulled her uniform tie loose, tossing it carelessly to the ground and began to make short work on the remaining buttons of her shirt.
Tora gazed to see what sort of twisted expression would make for him, but much to his delight she maintained a steady composure; her eyes steeling against his as she watched what he would do next. "Not scared that I'll violate you? Or maybe you're not as innocent as you look." His voice trailed back into her ear as he leaned forwards, his other hand letting go of her wrist and snaked around her waist as it hitched up her shirt. A large pool of water was beginning to form from the wash basin as the running tap water began to overflow and flood the floor, spilling a wave of water beneath their feet.
And the glass door gave way, sending them both falling backwards. Hisui frantically grabbed for the shower handle to hold on for dear life, but it turned clockwise from her grip and her fingers slipped away from the smooth metal. Landing on a painful heap on top of Tora, she sat up painfully just when a cold sheet of water came running down from the shower head, drenching them.
Hisui blinked away the water, her hair matting against her head as water continued to run down from above. Tora slowly sat up, leaning against the tiled wall with a grunt of effort. He looked less than pleased to be rendered to such a state, soaking wet like a dog and not to mention a noticeable dull pain behind his head when he knocked it against the hard floor.
"A-Are you alright?" No longer was she in her fearless trance, for now a genuine look of concern was plainly set in her features. He looked like he was scowling in pain, rubbing against the back of his head repeatedly with sated anger. When he didn't respond, Hisui worriedly began to get up and reached up to turn the shower off. His hand grabbed her waist, pulling her back down to a slippery stumble and she found her planting face-first into his wet shirt against his chest.
"Compensation," He growled, reaching out to grasp a lock of her wet hair before a sneer returned upon his features. Hisui pried herself off him, limbs and feet aching everywhere from the fall, but a hand clamped down around her waist, effectively preventing escape. "What are you talking about–"
She glanced up at that moment only to have his mouth crash upon hers, destroying whatever train of thought was left in her mind in a split second. His hands hungrily roved over her back, fingers finding the loose hem of her shirt once more and tuck themselves inside, making contact with her bare, wet skin.
Hisui convulsed back instinctively, his cold fingers trailing up her back at the foreign invasion but he wouldn't let her escape; he kissed her unprotected neck and forced her to submit and yield to his unforgiving attacks, a gargled sound of fear lodged inside her throat as he reminded her that he was in control; and his hands would tease her mercilessly as they skated across her warm skin, fondling the back of her bra strap before slipping intrusive fingers beneath the elastic.
She was fighting a losing battle. She could hardly feel her legs move, let alone respond to her mental pleas to escape and run away from this swirling reality as she lay straddled upon his lap, trembling. Every movement he made, every touch of his hands garnered away all of her strength to fight back, her iron-willed inhibitions losing out to her body's reactions. He was rough yet gentle; direct yet playful. He knew more about her body then herself.
Trailing kisses from her jaw down to her collarbone, Tora glanced down the hollows of her wet shirt and smiled into her skin as he spied the absolute territory of black lace within his field of vision. So the commoner had some class, after all. Hands that were tired of exploring her back withdrew back to his side before tackling the rest of the buttons on her shirt. He couldn't stop now – static was ringing in his ears and her frightened cries fell on deaf ears as he tugged away the obstructing fabric of clothing away completely. A plentiful mound of warm flesh filled his hands as he seized his prize; fingers wounding around in tightening circles before loosening up, and tightened again.
A sharp cry escaped her lips as she bit back the urges that were coming forth with her shivering body. Her fingers grasped his shoulders, gripping and trembling as he continued with his advances. He was growing impatient, for his fingers left the domain of her chest and trailed down to her waist, pull her skirt away –
Her hands overlapped his; her fingernails digging painfully into the back of his hands as they pulled his clutches away. With overwhelming strength, she pulled away from him, tearing out of his grasp and tumbled out of the shower like a clumsy elementary school student practicing the fire drill; she fell over upon the towel rug, gasping for breath. Hisui grasped for the countertop, feeling the water surging past her fingers and got up shakily, quickly turning the tap off and drained the water away. The stain that was once a sharp blotch upon her pristine uniform was now soaked, dulled out and faded.
A wet hand grasped at the edge of the shower entrance, pulling up the body that belonged to a rather ill-amused Igarashi heir. He watched her attempt to button her shirt back together again in a nervous fumble, fingers slipping around the buttons in a mental breakdown. Letting out an irritated sigh, he wiped his face and ran a hand through his hair, combing back the wet locks before climbing out of the shower, dripping water as he walked towards her.
His arms wound around her once again, but this time he kept still, his fingers moving deftly as he buttoned her uniform back up. Hisui's shoulders jerked up in surprise, watching in transfixed surprise as he obediently rested his chin over her shoulder while fastening the last button of her shirt. "Ah, good." Was all he said, glancing at her reflection to see her shirt snugly secure and in position once more. "I'd thought you'd never finish buttoning that up when you're shaking like a little lamb."
Her frame twitched at his words, her eyes lidded with mental fatigue. Hisui rasped out a single word, her voice dry. "Why?"
"Because you're my toy," He wound his arms around her shoulders tightly, a single golden eye glaring at her beneath his bleached locks. "And I can do whatever I want with you."
"T-That's…" She began uncertainly, stunned from his exaggerated words. It seems like its fine now. He doesn't look like he wants anything, anymore.
Hisui was wrong however, for he planted a searing kiss on her neck and she winced, her hands gripping on the basin counter for balance as she felt the sharp bite of his teeth on her skin. The blood was rushing back to her pale face, her vision dimming from the sudden circulation. "Mu… Mukai-kun…" She could only manage out a whisper as she felt her knees giving away, her fingers slipping past the smooth, ceramic surface. The short, momentary sensation of falling the floor was cut short when his arms gripped around her tightly, pulling her back up. Flecks of colours spinning on a black background clouded her eyes for along moment, until she managed to make out the faint visage of his half-illuminated face, pressed up close against hers.
"Who?" He asked coolly, pinning her against the countertop. Hisui barred her arm against his chest, looking away with a flaming cheek. "Y-You're too close! Get back from me!" Somehow strength returned back to her vigorous fighting spirit at the mere mention of this mystery person, much to Igarashi Tora's annoyance. With his natural competitive edge, he wanted to be the only thing that occupied her mind – for the moment being.
Managing to push him away this time, Hisui quickly grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and dashed for the door – only to uselessly rattle the locked door handle. Tora sighed, leaning back as he crossed his arms watching her glance back to see another door at the other end of the washroom and quickly aimed to open the door. Wrenching it open, a triumphant gleam appeared in her eyes as she rushed forwards, escaping the terrible tyrant heir.
Only to stumble into a vast bedroom, adorned with lounge chairs by a fireplace; a television set in a nearby corner with towering bookcases and CD racks; a large study desk by the opposite wall; a queen-sized bed with monotonous and simple bed sheets by the other corner. Nearly whacking her leg against the leg of a nearby glass coffee table, Hisui narrowly dodged it and landed on the rug in a crumbled heap, painfully rolling back up from her fall.
"Wh… what is this?" She asked dubiously as she turned around with a cowering stare at Tora; her towel, forgotten by his feet.
"It seems," He began coldly as he took a step towards her, to which she responded by backing up from him as she crawled on the floor. "That you've forgotten the fact that I happened to live here."
She felt her back gently nudge against the side of his bed, and Hisui glanced up nervously at him. "I-I'd expected something more… more… er… princely…?"
Though, although the bedroom was simple enough, it was quite impressive in itself. None of the space was spent wastefully and each piece of furniture was placed thoughtfully to maximize the bedroom floor space. He grunted as he picked up her fallen towel, throwing it expertly in her face. Catching it with a muffled yelp of surprise, Hisui wrapped it around her shoulders and rubbed her face into the soft fabric.
"If you hadn't pushed me into the shower we wouldn't have ended up soaked like this." Tora grumbled out his complaints, collapsing to a seat beside her as he dried his body with his own towel. The blush returned back to her cheeks, and she hugged her towel tighter as she struggled to keep a calm look of composure on her face. "T-That's because you suddenly came from behind me and –" Hisui stuttered to a stop as she felt a shadow looming over her, and glanced upwards to see him stare blankly down at her.
"W-What?" She asked hotly, her brow furrowing into a frown. "Go on," He offered, leaning closer in. "I suddenly came behind you and then – what?"
That bastard! He fully knew 'what' he did after that! She wanted to say all of her heart's discontents to his face, but recalling that heated moment they had shared inside the shower rendered her speechless as she looked away and wanted nothing more but to claw her fuming, flushing face off and disappear. Seeing how she was unable to answer him, Tora blew teasingly at her neck, causing her to visibly shudder at the sensation.
"Admit it, Hisui-chan." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder with a growing smile upon his features. "Back there… you were pretty hot for me, weren't you?"
Something cracked inside of her, and it sounded like a boulder being split in half from a lightning strike. She turned around to face him, her face devoid of all emotion as she lightly pushed him back from invading her personal space. Although, despite her best attempts at maintaining a poker face, he could clearly see the tips of her ears turning bright red.
"Please, stop exerting your fantasies on other people, Igarashi-kun." Hisui replied stiffly, her near-monotonous tone sparing him a twinge of annoyance. "You're just a tyrant heir, trying to terrorize my life."
He was upon her in an instant the moment the words left her lips, staring down at her apathetically. Despite his looks, his eyes were emitting a menacing aura as he lashed at her with his stare, and she could only stare back, unable to speak.
Just like the first time when they had locked eyes with each other – gold and silver clashed; and she couldn't break her eyes away from him.
"I will ravage you," He began as his voice fell to a hushed whisper. "Violate you; break you until the only name you can say is mine." His voice was threatening now, and Tora leaned in to smile into her ear. "So don't you dare utter another man's name before me; say my name only, Hisui. Say it."
She opened her mouth wordlessly, but nothing came out. She was trembling, but the shaking did not stop. She was scared; for the first time in her life, honestly frightened out of her wits. Hisui remembered how chilling it felt to simply watch him vent out his frustrations and rage upon those third-year upperclassmen the other day. To feel the full brunt of his wrath was an entirely different thing on a whole new level.
"T… T…" The words couldn't form properly, her lips shaking as she tried to pronounce it correctly. "T…"
Tora's smile grew deeper. She's a much more stupid woman than I thought.
Hisui closed her eyes. Father, mother; forgive me.
"T… Tyrant heir."
Her voice came as clear as day, and he pulled back to stare down at her face. She glared back at him, raising her hand up and giving him the finger. "You can just go die and rot in hell, you tyrant heir!"
Hands grabbed her wrists, pulling her up along as he stood up. Dangling helplessly in his grasp, Hisui stuck her foot out, attempting to trip him but he pinned her down on the bed, his knee resting heavily between her thighs and pushed them away from each other to prevent her from attempting the same trick as last time. "You never learn, do you?" He asked with a sigh, watching her struggling against his grip with a fierce intensity that wasn't present before. Seeing her face strained with effort against her imprisonment brought back a faint smile on his lips.
"Do you really want me to break you that badly?" Rough fingers cupped her chin, tilting her face up to gaze at him. "If you prefer me to do it now, I have no qualms about it–"
There was a knock on the door at that moment, and Tora slid off from her, straightening his shirt as he walked over irritably to see who it was, much to Hisui's relief. She sat back up, fumbling around for her towel to hide beneath in.
Hanagata appeared stoically by the doorway when Tora opened his bedroom door, holding Hisui's uniform blaze that was wrapped around a protective plastic bad, hung upon a coat hanger. "Miss Kogarashi's uniform came back from the dry cleaner's." He announced simply, and Tora grumbled as he stepped out of the way, crossing his arms over his chest. Hisui's head poked out from the washroom, having retried her uniform tie and was hastily tying it back in place, her face flaming.
Hanagata poised his lips as if to say something for a moment, but decided against it and laid her clean blazer down upon the coffee table. "Dinner will be served soon. Will Miss Kogarashi be joining us?" He glanced back at her, his eyes unreadable. Hisui paled a little, tightening her tie back into position.
"E-Er, would that really be alright?" Inquiring timidly, she quickly stood up and ignored the unpleasant feeling of dampness that was still in her knee socks and skirt. Hanagata nodded.
"The President won't be able to join unfortunately, so it'll be just the two of you tonight." Hanagata informed as he walked to the entrance, passing by Tora who nonchalantly leaned against the wall, cautiously peering at his servant. "Then; I'll make my leave here."
The door closed after him. Hisui clenched her fingers around her towel that she was holding in her hands, glancing worriedly at her dry cleaned uniform. Hanagata…
'Remember your promise.'
He didn't seem to ask her anything about it when he came in. Then again, Tora was in the room, perhaps he couldn't say anything out of line in the presence of his master. Hisui picked up her unifor, feeling the coldness seep into her skin as she stared at her blazer.
"Hey, aren't you hungry? It's well past seven already." He casually threw a glance at her direction, watching her smooth out the crinkles of the plastic wrap before placing it back on his bed. "I… ah, yes. In a minute." Her distracted reply came, and she wandered back off to his washroom, her frame disappearing for a moment before the lights turned on. He walked around, peering curiously to see what she was up to.
She was rummaging through the bottom cabinet below the sink basin, and found a rag cloth and a bucket that was stored there for cleaning convenience. Mopping up the watery mess on the floor, she wrung out the water over the bucket, repeating several times before the floor was more or less, puddle-free. Hanging the cloth over the bucket edge, she stood up and washed her hands thoroughly over the sink, her uniform sleeves rolled up lest they should get wet a second time.
"You could've left that to the maids." Tora chided her as if she wasn't using her brain. Hisui scoffed, turning off the tap and wiped her hands dry by a nearby towel. "I'm not as lucky as you to have servants attending to my needs at home." Her curt reply came, and she was crouching down again, rummaging through his drawers. Pulling back a random drawer, she found that it was empty – as was the second one below it.
"…" Tora could feel her frowning at him. "Why, what are you looking for? There's nothing there." He stated flatly, watching her open and close drawers one after another.
"Not even a hairdryer?" Hisui questioned lightly, glancing around to see if there were any more cupboards for her to explore. "Beats me." He shrugged, and leaned against the doorway, watching her searching fruitlessly for her item. Opening one beside the bathroom mirror, she found one bundled up neatly inside the otherwise empty cupboard, and eagerly took it out. Making sure the countertop was dry before anything else she plugged it in and turned it on.
A tumble of pleasant warm air blasted out at the end of the hairdryer, and she began to dry out her shirt, especially the fabric beneath her arms that didn't have a chance to air out. He watched her in partial amusement when she began to dry her leg socks, pointing it directly at her feet; making her image almost comical. Tora had to hide a chuckle behind his hand, watching her blow dry the back of her hair this time.
She aimed it directly at him, and he was startled by the ferocious wave of heat. The hairdryer was hotter than he had imagined, and he took a step back, scowling at her attempt to give him heart seizure. A trickle of a smirk appeared on her face, and she fanned the dryer back and forth. "C'mere, if you don't dry properly then you'll catch a cold!"
He reached over and unceremoniously unplugged the hairdryer, cutting her short moment of fun to a complete stop. He'd never liked those things. "I have a better idea," He grinned, taking the dryer away from her pleading hands. "Dry my hair for me."
Hisui's brow knitted when she turned back to stare at the dryer.
"Without the dryer." He replied exasperatingly, and she begrudgingly followed him out with a dry towel in hand.
"Over here," He seemed to know what he wanted her to do exactly already, it seemed, when he patted down on top of his bed. "Sit over here." Hisui didn't dare question what he had in mind, but simply followed his instructions and sat down on top of his bed, her legs dangling over the edge.
Crawling on top after her, he laid his head on her lap and laid down comfortably, staring expectantly up at her. Hisui stared down at him, a look in her eyes as if to say, "What the hell are you doing?" back to him.
"Now dry my hair." He commanded. Hisui let out a long sigh. Well, she supposed this was much better than sexual harassment. Without another word and without ado, she wrapped the towel around the back of his head gently and began to rub his hair softly, fingers carefully making sure that the towel was wrapped around her hand securely and that her fingernails wouldn't brush or scratch against his scalp. Tora stared up at her with half-lidded eyes, watching her expression so focused on the task that he began to close his eyes at the soothing comfort from the massage her fingers gave him.
After drying the last bits of his hair, Hisui leaned back and wiped her brow, glancing over at the clock. It was eight already. Gazing down, she was mildly surprised to see him lightly sleeping, seemingly all tuckered out from their rough and wet adventure earlier the evening. Slapping a hand over a blushing cheek, Hisui awkwardly fidgeted and looked around his bedroom. It was oddly silent and strange to see how none of the servants had come up to fetch them for their meals.
A voice mumbled below, and her eyes slid back down to Tora who stirred slightly, opening his eyes and squinting angrily at the lights overhead. He sat up, the hair at the back of his head sticking up like hay. "E-Er, it's eight already. We should probably have dinner now…" Hisui began faintly, watching him climb out of bed and groped along the wall sleepily, as if searching for something. He smacked the lights off, trotted back over, and flopped on the bed, his head right back on her lap.
Hisui, who sat wordlessly in the darkness for a full minute, resisted the urge to slap the tyrant heir awake.
"…Igarashi, it's already eight and you need to wake up!" She retorted angrily, pulling at his ear. Realizing what she was doing, she gasped and immediately let go – it was a bad habit of hers since childhood, since she used to scold Gouki all the time by pulling at his ear and away from trouble. His golden eyes snapped open again, and the angry, molten look of a child having a temper tantrum from lack of sleep met her surprised eyes.
"I want to sleep. Now shut up and let me go back to my nap." His voice came as harsh as ever, and he closed his eyes, resuming back to his nap. Hisui felt the back of her neck prickle, before rubbing against it while breaking out in cold sweat. What to do now?
Calming herself down, Hisui glanced back down at Tora who was breathing steadily, already drifting off back into slumber. Despite all the threats and lascivious things he was capable of doing, he honestly looked like any vulnerable human being when asleep. Without much of a thought at what she was doing, Hisui reached out to touch the loose wisps of golden-bleached hair. Her fingers pressed down gently at first, smoothening the softness in his hair gingerly before withdrawing her hand obediently back by her side.
Down below upon her lap, Tora opened his eyes briefly, staring at the darkness when he felt her touch, before closing his eyes again.
A/n: Exhaustingly and amazingly, I've managed to finish this chapter despite numerous procrastination/assassination attempts over the course of last weekend after the last update. As promised, more Torarararara-kun for the fans.
…I think I should bump up the rating just in case.
Thanks for reading, as always!