BOND
Michiko gingerly rubbed her bleeding cheek, suppressing a hiss of pain that was about to explode from her mouth. It really had been a shitty and not to mention painful morning. First the there were the post-sex pains and then the confrontation with her brother…
"You damn slut!" Naoki roared as he violently threw a small glass vase at his sister's head, causing the girl yelp in pain and sink to the floor. "You're out fucking with your nasty little gay boyfriend while the organization I worked so fucking hard for is about to fall to pieces! Get the hell outta my sight!"…
And so, here Michiko was, lying on her stiff bed, touching the small cut on her cheek every minute or so. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to feel the pain; she wanted to know that it was real, that everything was real. There was something morbidly delicious about that sting that coursed through her body every time her fingers touched her face.
"This feels like such a cliché," Michiko muttered, staring down at the blood on her hand even though it made her stomach churn. "A wonderful, beautiful, sweet girl gets abused by everyone around her." She sighed. "But I'm not wonderful, beautiful, or sweet. I'm just an easy lay."
The girl rolled over on her stomach and rested her chin in her palms. She didn't want to think about it, but it was almost impossible not to; she, Michiko, the one everyone thought would stay pure for her whole life, had actually slept with a guy! She wasn't quite sure what to think of herself. The media portrayed being a virgin as "uncool" and "nerdy", but in the real world, any woman who had done "it" before they were married were considered whores. The fact was Michiko knew she couldn't handle the name calling or all the byproducts of sex, like…
'Like a baby…' She thought, her stomach twisting.
Michiko had been forced to attend many meetings and seminars on the dangers of pre-marital sex and why abstinence was the best choice, so she knew what could've happened if she listened to Sasuke's dirty talking and given in…but her hormones had been positively raging the night before; it was impossible to listen to the reasonable voice in her head.
'It's no ones' fault but mine.'
She buried her head in the sleeve of the over-sized t-shirt, breathing in the smell of the man she absolutely loved. It was the scent of the same cologne her brother used, Enigma. Michiko breathed deeply, taking in the comforting scent. Sasuke was like an enigma; one second he wanted to make love badly and the next he positively hated her.
Michiko's eyes widened. "Oh god…what if he doesn't want anything to do with me after last night?"
Of course, she would understand if he was just embarrassed and wanted to hide that from her, but she knew that some guys dumped a girl soon after they sleep together. Would Sasuke do that to her? Would he despise her from now on?
"What can I do to make sure he stays with me?" She whispered into the shirt sleeve.
Michiko looked out the small window to her right. There really was only one thing she could do, and she knew it. She didn't want to go through with it, but it was the only way to make Sasuke hers' forever:
She had to get Naruto in even deeper trouble for the murders.
'Not even Sasuke-sama will want a criminal for a lover…'
A woman is most fertile around the fourteenth day of their menstrual cycle, when the egg is released and sent to the fallopian tube. The egg has about twenty-four hours to unite with the sperm. The sperm can live about two or three days, so it's best to have regular sex leading up to the days of the ovulation…
Sasuke tossed aside the magazine and grimaced. He was sitting on the floor of his mother's bedroom, sifting through piles of women's health magazines. He was so horny the night before that he had forgotten all about the one danger of having sex with a girl:
The nasty, snotty, little brat that might pop out and be dumped on him for eighteen long years.
Sasuke looked up at the ceiling, his heart beating fast. How could he have been so stupid as to forget about birth control? He was a supposed genius, yet he couldn't remember the simple rules of reproduction and how to prevent it!
The boy looked down at the pile of magazines and curled his lip. "I don't mind doing the deed, but I certainly mind the aftermath."
Sasuke knew that he wasn't in the least bit father material. He was foul-mouthed, messy, had a poor diet…the world didn't need kids who grew up like that.
But the world also didn't need kids raised by a single, teen mother.
Sasuke wasn't sure about what he thought about Michiko anymore. First she was just a play toy, but then it almost seemed like she became a lover. He had to admit that hanging out with the girl was more fun than he thought, but still…
Sasuke closed his eyes. "That damn girl has been nothing but trouble."
He, in a way, cared about the girl, but not enough to stay with her for a long period of time. Girls were clingy, money-sucking anchors that drowned a man; that was part of the reason Sasuke didn't date them until now. Michiko was going to beg him to stay with her forever; there was no way in hell he would do that. He needed to get rid of her...now.
"Sorry, Michiko," he breathed. "It's time to take out the trash."