As enjoyable as they were, my days spent solely with her are coming to a close. The wintery days of festivities pass by like a fleeting dream, and before long, I am obliged to return to that disgusting school where swarms of coarse students surround us.
My alarm clock beeps and I groan. After two weeks of complete vacation, my body cries in agony at the harsh awakening.
Why did I even transfer to that hellhole?
That's right. I need to keep an eye on her every second of every day. I've disposed of those blue-haired brats, but others could stand in my way. And anyone who gets in my way must be trampled down like the weeds they are.
Brimming with resolve, I thrust my tired body out of bed. A neat pile of folded clothes sit by my closet door, freshly washed and ironed by my trusty servants.
I pull a white button-up shirt over my chest and slid my legs into a pair of dark pants. It's still rather cold out, so I slip on my navy blue blazer.
The problem is the red tie. I'm perfectly capable of tying it, but it acts as a noose. Strangling me, tightly binding my neck as though its sole purpose in life is to choke me. I always keep it nice and loose, dangling just above my partially buttoned shirt.
My messy blond hair drifts down to my shoulder in length. I run my fingers through it and tie it up in a small ponytail, leaving it composed yet slightly sloppy.
"Len!" She shrieks, slamming open the door.
Her face is livid with horror and rage, her hands balled into tiny little fists planted on her hips. I should take a picture.
"Yes?" I respond.
"I just got a call from Miku. Did you go to their house and stab them?! Then try to cover it up with some elaborate ruse?!" She accuses.
I raise an eyebrow. Maybe I should have sent them somewhere where they can't keep in contact with her, like an asylum.
"Perhaps." I say.
"You-You…I can't…I can't even…How could you?! They were put in juvie after being released from the hospital! Miku was in intensive care! I can't believe you would go that far! And here I thought you were…" She trails off, spluttering to herself.
Yet something strikes me as odd. Not a single tear drops from her eyes; strange given her nature and the situation. As she continues shouting out incoherent sentences, I hear the word "you" many more times than either of the twins' names.
Smirking, I walk over to her and graze the skin of her upper arm with my fingers.
"It's not what I did that upsets you; it's the fact that I was capable of it." I state.
Her brows furrow in confusion. "Huh?"
"You felt yourself growing closer to me and you didn't want to believe that I was a complete monster. You wanted to think there was hope for me…for us. That's why you're like this." I speculate.
It appears my conjecture was accurate, as her eyes widen and she opens her mouth.
"I-I…well…maybe…b-but that doesn't mean th-" She stammers.
I cut her off by firmly planting my lips onto hers. Something wet falls onto my cheek and I partially open my eyes to see tears cascading from hers. Finally. I love to see her cry, especially because of me.
She remains in a stupor as I pull away and move into her ear. "You thought wrong… on one of them." I whisper.
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes and I am reminded of the time. Releasing her from my grasp, I head outside.
Instantly, she swerves around. "Stop!"
I freeze. The sharp sound pierces my ears and I turn my head just slight enough to peek at her from the corner of my eye.
"You're always doing this!" She yells.
"Doing what?"
A tinge of rouge blooms on her cheekbones and she glares, flustered. "Always, like, kissing me and stuff then just walking off. Don't do that!"
Is that so? A small smile works its way onto my lips. I whirl around and yank her into a rough back hug.
"Alright. In that case, I'll never leave your side again." I murmur.
She's at a loss for words, so it seems. Her body softens against mine and warmth from the blood pulsing through her veins seeps into my skin. I can practically feel her heart pounding. Pounding with…excitement? Arousal? Happiness?
It should be with fear.
I plan on keeping that promise. Forever. I will always be with her, dead or alive.
My hand rests on her waist, enveloping her into me. Slowly it makes its way up to her stomach…then ribcage…then circles around something soft and pleasurable. A soft squeak comes from her mouth. Her small hand tugs at my sleeve, pulling me away.
Ignoring her reluctance, I transition into a slight massage. This time a moan erupts from her throat, though she quickly pushes it down. My other hand forcibly yanks up her skirt to stroke her thigh.
"I've done some bad things to your 'friends'. Just this once, I will let you punish me." I offer.
As much as I enjoy inflicting pain on others, I do not mind a little pain of my own…if it comes from her, that is.
"L-Len…" This time she has trouble holding back a gasp.
"Take the chance, I might not be so generous next time." I urge.
Her head whips up to face mine and I see lust spreading over her moist eyes. Suddenly, her hand darts forward and grabs my tie.
I loosen my grip on her, allowing her to use the shackle around my neck to pull me onto her. Our mouths battle, tongues wrestling, teeth knocking against each other. Her body pushes hard onto mine until I can feel nearly every part of her pressed into my clothes. But not every part.
Skillfully, I cup her thighs with my palms and lift them up around my hips. She tightly wraps her legs around me and grabs my face with her hands. I feel wetness coming from areas other than our mouths and instinctively head for the bed.
I throw us down onto the mattress, practically crawling on top of her. But within seconds, she flips our position and shoves me down. Her fingers nimbly undo the buttons on my shirt and I hear her suck in a sharp breath of air as she ogles at my chest, tracing it with her index finger.
Before long, her lips come crashing down against my flesh as she bites and sucks the elastic skin. I wince at the stings. This side of her… I suppose I like it. But situations like this ought to remain a rarity. The delicate balance of our seme/uke relationship can only be tipped once every so often.
I reach out and stick my hand underneath her skirt, wanting to strip away the flimsy fabric separating me from her haven. Her hands unconsciously drift to the top button of my pants while she inhales in desire. But she doesn't open it.
A tension-filled silence follows.
Our ragged breathing matches one another as we catch our breath. Sweat trickles down my face and onto my neck. Her mouth is still lubricated with a coat of saliva, either hers or mine. Maybe both mixed together. My tie hangs loosely like a red flag signaling my exposed chest, which glistens with perspiration and new bruises. I pant, waiting for her to continue.
Impatient, I thrust forward and clutch her shoulders, leaning in. To my annoyance, she pushes me away and slides off of my body and to the edge of the bed. She closes her legs and looks away while clenching and unclenching her skirt.
"What?" I groan. Dissatisfaction courses through me and a heavy flood threatens to leak out of my awakened manhood. Why must she always keep me waiting?
"This...this isn't right." She barely whispers.
Frustration takes place. "Yes it is. It was perfectly right. Until now."
She is suddenly conscious of our situation and shrivels back against the bedframe. "No…I shouldn't be doing this, not with you, not right now. I'm sorry. My hormones are just out of control. But…I'm far too young and I can't lose it to you."
"Why? We're going to eventually. I've held back all this time for you. Perhaps you're starting to think too little of me." I start to get agitated, sitting up and pushing hair out of my sweaty face.
"N-No! Just…not now. I'm not ready. Besides, doing it with you…" She trails off.
"What? What's wrong with that?" Rage begins to build inside me.
"Y-You're a crazy person! Just a very attractive crazy person who I, a teenage girl, have been locked inside of a house with for months. That's all. It's a mixture of hormones and Stockholm and I'm not losing it to that!" She shrieks.
I lunge forward, knocking her to the floor and pinning her down. This ridiculous push and pull game has gone on long enough. Who does she think she's talking to? It looks as though it's time to remind her who the master is.
"That's right, I'm a crazy person. And taunting a crazy person, like waving a slice of bacon in front of a wolf's nose, is a dangerous thing. So I don't think I can stop at this. No, I'm going to need more now that you've started this." I growl.
"I'm sorry…please don't." She whimpers.
Weeks. Months. I waited. I shoved down my desires for her and now I'm so close to what I want. How dare she deny me it? Always refusing me and keeping me on edge. Sneaky little bitch. Why don't I make it so that she can't anymore?
I reach out and clasp the back of her neck, squeezing the tendons and bones. She cringes and half raises a hand to protect herself while producing a faint sob. I'll make her weep. I'll make her scream and bawl with fear and pain.
"There is a nerve right here." I say. "If I severe it, you will be paralyzed from neck down."
Her breathing accelerates and she is now visibly shaking. Such a glorious sight.
"I will be able to do whatever I want with you and you will be able to do nothing, except shriek and snivel."
She tightly shuts her eyes and tears flow fast down her cheeks. I dart out my finger and catch one, bringing it to my lips and licking the salty fluid in pleasure. It seems as though I am forgetting something.
I release my clutch, allowing her to drop onto the floor. As I walk past her, I bend down for a second to yank out a few strands of her hair. The silky flaxen fibers rest peacefully in my palm as I exit the door and step into my waiting limousine. Just a little something to occupy myself with at school.
