Chapter 4: Candid Camera
Satoshi awoke to the sound of sizzling bacon the next morning and inhaled the meaty aroma. Untangling himself from the blanket, he pushed himself onto his feet, slipping his glasses on drowsily. "Yuki?" he called out, leaning against the frame of the doorway to the kitchen. He stood there in his boxers, watching the humming girl curiously. She was fully dressed and ready for school, hair neatly pulled back into a ponytail and seeming to be freshly washed. Not to mention that she was cooking breakfast. That by itself was off.
At the sound of her name she glanced over at him. "Master Satoshi, breakfast will get cold if you wait to eat and you don't even have clothes on," she lectured, ushering him back into the bedroom and handing him his school uniform. "Take a shower if need be!" she ordered from the kitchen, setting up the table. The youth prepared for school quickly and returned to the kitchen, wide awake as he sat down to a plate full of food.
She sat opposite of him, having already finished most of the dishes. "Thank you for the meal," he informed, trying to be polite all of a sudden. She nodded in acceptance of the thank you and the two started eating. By the time they both finished eating and cleaned up the rest of the dishes, it was time to depart for school.
Yuki laughed freely as she ran into the school courtyard, spinning in a few circles and stopping when she heard a small click. She faced Takeshi and then looked back at Satoshi, a bewildered look on her face. Satoshi just groaned, standing between her and Takeshi. "You'd better not take any weird pictures, got it?" he warned sharply, glaring down on the fellow classmate. Yuki, clueless as ever, continued to folic around the courtyard. She developed quite a liking for this place and, despite the fact she had to be tutored in everything by Satoshi as she'd never been schooled before, she loved to listen and learn. Takeshi took a few more quick pictures and gave Satoshi a wide grin.
"Don't worry yourself. Sakura is just the prettiest girl in class," he pointed out, putting his camera back in his bag and taking out a video camera as he began to videotape Yuki.
Satoshi just rolled his eyes, heading towards the door. "C'mon Yuki!" he shouted, not even thinking twice about using that name. He didn't even realize the mistake until she corrected him.
"Sakura," she reminded, following him inside. Takeshi caught this name mix-up on tape and stopped recording, his subject now gone. He was slightly bewildered now, wondering where 'Yuki' came from.
As luck had it, gym was the first class today. Yuki's personal favorite was gym, though, she would have preferred that the boys and girls weren't kept separate. Satoshi quite despised gym and went about it unenthusiastically. Yet, Takeshi, who was excused from gym all the time due to notes from his father about 'saving his energy', took gym class to go about his reporting business. Today's business just happened to be the girls' locker room and Yuki, or Sakura, in action. Apparently, she changed alone after all the other girls finished because she had special circumstances, or so he'd heard. Hiding behind the trash bin in front of the girls' locker room, he waited for all the girls to leave. He then watched as Yuki went in and smirked. "Sakura, today we'll get to see you in full view," he whispered impishly.
The video camera he'd brought with him had a fiber optic extension for small places. He stuck the tube through a small hole in the wall that he'd made earlier and began filming, adjusting the tube to get the best view whenever she moved around. Yet, due to the time he had taken to make adjustments, he missed her underwear, seeing that she already had her gym shorts on. When she was finished changing, he quickly stopped recording, hurrying back into hiding with his equipment. Once she left he packed the fiber optic extension back into his camera bag and headed to the gym to go film the girls' gym class.
Apparently, they were practicing rhythmic gymnastics. He sat in the corner of the room, zooming in on Yuki's fluent and perplexing choreography. She seemed to be quite flexible and naturally adapted for the ribbon. Not to mention she looked really cute as she pranced around carelessly.
Gym class came to an end and there were three people chosen to put equipment away. Today the duty fell to Satoshi, Takeshi, and Yuki. "Now, Sakura, the boys will show you where everything goes," the teacher directed, giving her the box of ribbons to carry. Satoshi and Takeshi carted in the rest of the equipment and Takeshi left the room when Satoshi and her were inside, going to go get a few cones that had been set out. Yet, before hand he placed another fiber optic camera in a hole in the wall, not wanting to miss a minute of his subject's adventure. Not to mention that not a single person would find the camera sitting there as the equipment room was in the corner of the school where no other classes were held.
Yuki looked around for where the ribbons were meant to go and looked over at Satoshi. "Master, where does this box go?" she inquired, puzzled. He left his position from propping the door open and took the box from her, eyes widening as he heard the door click shut behind him. "Yuki, try opening the door," he ordered, putting the box up. She did so, unable to twist the doorknob. She tried to open the locked door with all her strength, failing. The instant she began to ease up on the doorknob, the light shut off, leaving the two in pitch darkness. Takeshi returned to see the darkness on the camera and turned on night vision. That way he got a pretty good view.
Luckily, the duo inside still had absolutely no light. Satoshi had begun walking towards Yuki when she was trying to open the doorknob and felt her stumble backwards into him. "Yuki, are you okay?" he questioned.
"Master, you're supposed to call me Sakura at school, remember?" She relaxed slightly as his arms found their way around her waist. Satoshi turned them both around and leaned against the door, letting her go after a few moments. She stepped forward, beginning to wander around carefully, feeling her way around. "Hey, I think I found a small light."
Satoshi was intrigued by this and made his way over to her, feeling his way around as well. Yet he wasn't as successful as he tripped on a piece of equipment. Yuki turned to him as he gasped and shrieked softly as he fell into her, knocking her into the ground. He was on his hands and knees, above her. A soft shade of pink tinted her cheeks but was hidden by the absence of light. In fact, it was so dark in the room that the only thing that they could see of each other was a faint glow in their eyes.
Satoshi became unnerved, handing control over to Krad. Krad smirked softly, making sure his wings were retracted into his back as he leaned in slightly, placing a soft kiss on Yuki's lips.
"M...master," she stuttered as he broke the kiss, one hand wandering down her neck and to the button on her uniform top. He unbuttoned it with ease and she hesitated. "Master, please, this isn't right."
Krad just sighed softly, getting off of her. She re-buttoned her top and embraced him from behind as he turned back into Satoshi.
Takeshi thought this to be enough for now, packing up the camera and opening the equipment room door. The timed light came back on and he blinked, carrying the cones with a bewildered expression. "Wow, I didn't know you guys got locked in here."
With that he put away the cones and they all three headed back to class, arriving in time for third period. They told the teacher that they'd gotten locked in the equipment room while Takeshi went to go get cones and Takeshi confessed that he'd taken his time in the job, which was a lie, yet, plausible. The day continued and at lunch, Satoshi decided to do something out of the new routine. He wished to sit up on the quiet of the roof today.
He stood at long last when he was left with Yuki and Takeshi in the room. Yuki stood up soon after, going over to him. "Something wrong?" she asked. It was quick and sudden, but she blushed delicately as Takeshi flipped her skirt, taking an abrupt snapshot of her lacy, pink underwear. Takeshi's cheeks were now tinted a light shade of red as he took in the sight. His mind nearly blew as he thought about Sakura wearing lingerie to school. His image of the fragile her had been shattered and replaced with a new, more adult image of the same fragile and innocent girl. Her and Satoshi weren't related either, so he was appalled at what they could be doing in that house together, alone.
Satoshi just furrowed his brow as he watched the your reporter-to-be run out of the room in fright and surprise. He ruffled Yuki's hair. "I'll take care of him later," he said, now rather pissed over the ignored warning.
Yuki just nodded hesitantly, slightly confused. "Master, is there something wrong with my panties?" she inquired. Satoshi just rolled his eyes, leaving the room with his lunch in silence and heading up to the roof.
'That damn piece of artwork is getting really annoying,' he thought, staring at his lunch. She had special needs and even seemed to have emotions. It was becoming a nuisance, just like school. Krad laughed in the back of his mind.
"If you hate it all so much Master Satoshi, why not just let me take over permanently?" the homicidal angel questioned, smirking all the while.
Satoshi couldn't stand it anymore right now. "Fine! Damn it, Krad, you can have your precious control for a day!" he shouted. With that, he allowed Krad to take control. Oddly, instead of the regular robes, he was wearing white jeans and a white tank top. Also, his wings were currently retracted. He quickly ate the lunch and headed down towards the school courtyard. There, he saw Yuki eating with all her precious friends.
He leaned against a nearby tree and Daisuke glanced over at him, realizing, with some difficulty, who it was. "Daisuke, what the hell is that freak doing here?" Dark asked.
Daisuke remained calm, shrugging his shoulders. "How about we just see what he wants first?" Even though it came across as a question, Dark knew he had meant it as an order.
"Sakura," Krad called, his voice stern and demanding. Yuki rose to her feet and walked over to him.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked in a carefree tone, smiling. Krad smirked menacingly, pulling his hair band from her hair. Draping one arm over her shoulder, he leaned in some, whispering in her ear.
"I've been too lenient until now. I forbid you to continue sitting with those people and I order you to come home with me right now. You're the slave right? You need to learn what the part really feels like." He pulled away to see the same smile on her face. "I don't think you understood me, Sakura, I mean now," he hissed. Her false name was referred to with some sarcasm, but mainly a venomous voice.
Yuki nodded softly, going over to her lunch box and picking it up. She bowed to her group of friends, the same friends she was now forbidden to associate with. Takeshi had been taking pictures of Krad and Yuki when they were close to each other. The boy quickly revealed himself from hiding, holding up the tape of the locker room incident with a still photo of Krad unbuttoning her blouse. "I demand that both of you tell me what is going on right now, or else this goes out to the whole school." The threat was serious and Krad didn't need a video of his transformation getting out.
Wrapping an arm around Yuki's shoulder, he smirked, giving her curious gaze a quick glance. "You tell him," he ordered.
She gulped quietly, feet shuffling slightly. Her eyes then clouded over and she smirked. "I am my master's slave and his orders and wishes are what I live to fulfill. That is all you need to know." With that, she turned to face Krad who'd begun walking away and followed, quiet and somewhat hurt.
Takeshi stood in awe, confused by this behavior. "There is no way. It can't possibly be that her and her boyfriend are into kinky things like that. My innocent Sakura, why?" Takeshi cried, slumping to his hands and knees and he dug his nails into the ground. "Guys, we're following them." With that in mind, he picked up his camera bag, pushing the tape and picture back inside. Grabbing Daisuke's collar, he began to follow the two in hiding, dragging Daisuke along.
Yuki hesitated as she followed Krad. "Master Krad, what is wrong with me talking to them?" she asked sullenly, eyes twittering with a glint of hope as she leaned forward a bit, her voice just loud enough to be heard. He spun her around instantly and pushed her back against the wall of the school roughly. His eyes glimmered with a lusty look and he placed a hand by either side of her head, fingers spread. She glanced up into his ice like eyes and trembled, cowering a bit as she pressed herself against the wall. "Master, please, don't look at me like that," she begged.
Takeshi stood solemnly behind a nearby tree, peeking out at the two along with the forced Daisuke. "Something isn't right," Takeshi murmured. It was indefinite that his precious Sakura did not wish to be where she was right now. In fact, she seemed rather frightened, quivering in Krad's physical trap.
Krad pulled his hair back, knowing Yuki was much too frightened to even move. She was indeed a smart slave, aware of her master's strength. "Shut up bitch!" Krad hissed as she spoke, grabbed her by the collar and lifting her up off the ground, her feet dangling in the air and her eyes widening. Her lips immediately sealed and he smirked as she fell silent, placing her back on the ground. He grabbed her wrist harshly, his fingers clasping around it so tightly that they cut off her circulation. The homicidal angel began to force her back to Satoshi's apartment.
Takeshi was intent on continuing to follow, but Daisuke stopped the young reporter in his tracks. "I think we should stay out of this. Honestly, he too was worried about his friend, but getting a regular human involved with Krad was not the best course of action, even if Takeshi had some insight on the situation. Later he would indeed check on her, but for now it was best to stay away and hope things worked out for the best.
Krad and Yuki arrived at Satoshi's apartment and he threw her onto her bed, shutting and locking the front door behind him. She had started to stand, obviously attempting to make a futile attempt at running away. He grabbed the back of her collar and pulled her back down, pinning her to her futon by straddling her hips. "Master Satoshi!" she screamed, squirming underneath Krad. This only seemed to entice her forceful master more as he unbuttoned the top of her school uniform, beginning to remove it. "Master!" she screamed again, tears filling up in her eyes. Krad simply licked them away and bit her neck softly.
"Shut up and don't cry." He ordered. Yuki couldn't choose any option but to obey. After all, Krad was also her master. Yet she still whimpered as he continued once she'd ceased her screams. Suddenly, he froze, clutching his head and gritting his teeth. Yuki was relieved to some extent due to the fact that he had stopped taking off her shirt, yet she was also worried. Though, despite the worry in her eyes, she remained still, eyes still watery as she watched the scene before her. Satoshi slowly regained control of Krad and he hugged Yuki tightly, digging his fingertips into her back.
"God….Yuki, are you okay? I'm so sorry," Satoshi whispered in a soft tone, feeling guilty. He had indeed heard her screams. Satoshi also had never expected Krad to go to such extremes. Yuki clung to him; trembling in his arms as she sobbed loudly, rain beginning to pour heavily outside. Satoshi simply sat there with her, stroking her hair and holding onto his guilt. It was odd, seeing Yuki like that. Normally he wouldn't care what was happening; yet he never wanted to see Yuki so frightened ever again.
The two eventually fell asleep together in her futon, as Yuki had been unwilling to let go of Satoshi for any reason. Her fragile hands simply wouldn't unclench from his shirt and he accepted it, agreeing to lay down with her and protect her while she slept.
The next morning Yuki awoke to an odd warmth and she blushed madly as she saw Satoshi laying there, arms around her and her face near his chest. The piece of artwork simply cuddled up to him and kissed his chest softly, smiling. "Thank you Master Satoshi, you saved me," she whispered, nuzzling him a bit more. This weekend would be the last weekend the two had together before the class trip. Deep down it sorrowed her that she wouldn't be able to sleep close to her master like this again for a while, but she was still excited to some degree.
Satoshi soon awoke due to Yuki's constant nuzzling and blushed a bit at the position, sitting up with no regards to her grasp. Yuki was dragged up with him and she stared at him drowsily. "Good morning, Yuki," Satoshi greeted, ruffling the smiling artwork's hair. She had an honest smile on her face with thanks written all over it.
Yuki giggled proudly and hugged him. "Good morning!" she chimed, excited that it was a weekend. She could spend all day with her kind, caring master. She gazed at his face intently. If Yuki had been a dog, her tail would be wagging uncontrollably right now, but of course she wasn't. Honestly, Satoshi's life would be easier if she was a dog. He cared too much for her, as she was just a piece of artwork.
The two had an enjoyable weekend as it progressed. Krad had made no signs of attempting to interfere with the peaceful time. Even if he had, Satoshi wouldn't allow it. His primary goal was to protect Yuki. On Sunday evening the two went to hang out at the fountain plaza. With each little hop-like step Yuki's flowery hair bounced and Satoshi followed, hand in pockets, close behind, chuckling at her antics. She was attempting not to step on any cracks in order to avoid breaking his back like some little kids had been doing for their mom. As they reached the found, she jumped a half-circle and faced him.
"Master, what am I going to do about the moon phase while we are on the trip?" she asked cautiously, a bit frightened to mention it after all his kindness. Satoshi walked a bit closer to her and around her smoothly, catching onto a loose lock of her hair and kissing it tenderly.
"Yuki, I will protect you from it. I will find a way," he assured, enjoying her minor blush from his direct approach. He turned her to face him, resting his hand on her shoulders and pulling her close, his hands sliding down the her lower back as he embraced her tightly.
Yuki felt her cheeks burn and just remained still. This embrace was much sweeter than Krad's and had no other desire behind it. "Master, please, teach me about emotions in detail eventually," she pleaded, not able to classify her thumping heart or her fluttering stomach or the burning sensation in her cheeks.
Satoshi agreed to her request without hesitation, and they began to walk home. The crepe they'd shared together was nice, and settled quickly in their stomachs, removing Yuki's fluttering. Although, the two of them needed to get hurry home in order to prepare for the class trip that was drawing ever closer.