Umm...six reviews last chapter? That's it...?
On another note, I saw the most beautiful and attractive girl at a family restaurant yesterday. She had really short red hair and the most brilliant blue eyes. I was stunned when I saw her. Wow.
I really liked Haku. He was nice to me. Although why he suddenly started talking to me is a mystery. Really. I'm sure his social popularity has gone down a few notches just by looking at me.
I saw him in the courtyard, same place. His hair was up in a high pony tail. It looked really nice, I'd easily mistake him as a girl. Once he saw me, his face brightened and a smile was put into place. "Hey!" He called, waiting for me to sit down, "how's it going?"
"Um..."
"Listen," he interrupted, "I...I heard about your mom..." Ah. "A-and I wanted to say I'm really sorry. I know how it feels to have a loved one leave you." I nodded, muttering a quiet 'thanks, yeah' to him. "B-but let's try to have fun today, okay?" I nodded, a light smile on my lips.
"Okay, un."
"So did you bring some lunch today?"
"Yeah, un. I'm feeling a little better today."
"That's good." He smiled. "Guess what." He said a huge smile on his lips.
"I give up." I said. I don't like guessing games.
"I can call Zabuza now!! But only after seven on week nights. I can call whenever on week ends."
"Really! I'm so happy for you." I smiled. He can finally talk to the love of his life. I guess the rumors are slowing down then.
"Me too, I have so much to tell him. I've missed him so much."
I just kept smiling. I really didn't know what to say, it's not like I can really relate to him. The only 'man in my life' is the one I'm desperately trying to avoid.
We talked for a long while, about nothing in particular. He talked a little about Zabuza, a little about random nothings, and so did . Excluding the Zabuza part.
The bell rang after a while, sadly signaling us to go back to class.
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Classes, as usual, sucked. Even though they sucked, it was better than being at home. A horrible feeling of dread washed over me when I realized it was the end of the day. Home time. Oh shit. I have to go home. Come home to "him"! He was going to kill me today. I could just feel it. Moms gone, why not take away the brat, too? He's a cop. Who would suspect him?
I packed my bags and pulled my homework out of my locker slowly, closed and locked it slowly, and then I proceeded to take tiny (slow) baby steps towards the schools exit. I was really in no rush to get home. I was on the verge of hyperventilating so I took deep steady breaths to steady myself. My body was shaking abnormally. That's odd. Whenever 'he' wants to play with me, I don't shake. I thought of the cause. Ah, the drug, I concluded. That must be it.
I was almost at my house. It really wasn't even that far away from the school, maybe a five or ten minute walk to arrive. But, alas, I was finally home. I held my breath, stopped walking, and thought. I might as well get it over with. But I'm scared. He'll just get angrier the later I am. He's going to hurt me. He might take it easy on me. Yeah, right. He's going to bash my brains in. Just a quick fuck and I'll be fine.
I kept walking.
I was outside the door, with shaking hands, I twisted the door knob, calling out a weak "I'm home..." There was no answer. I walked in the main room, looking around. He wasn't here. He wasn't here! I ran upstairs to my room, threw my book bag on the floor and smiled. He's going to come back, you know. But when? He could be gone for longer than a week! Yeah, right. Fucking negative thoughts. They'll bring me to my grave one day. Whoa, I just sounded like an old man there.
A door slammed shut. I could hear shuffling of feet. "Dei-chan! Where are you, baby? I've got a surprise for you!" He called out. I froze in place. I pulled out my homework and sat at my desk, pretending that I was studying. He'd probably cut me some slack for that. "Deidara!" He said in a harsh tone, "what are you doing?" He pounded at my door, slamming it open. He looked me over 'pretending' to do my homework. "Get downstairs." He said, grabbing my wrist and yanking me out of my chair. I tripped over my feet but he effortlessly held me up.
"What—"
"Shut up." He interrupted, "I have a surprise. Look what I picked up on my way home from work."
I gasped. He can't be serious...really? I looked at the 'surprise' then back at 'him'. My mouth gaped open. 'He' (who was still holding my wrist) pushed me into the 'surprise'. The 'surprise' caught me safely, holding me in its arms to make sure I didn't fall. My chest was against his, I could hear him breathing by my ear, we were so close. I gained my balance and stepped away from him. Who...is that guy?
"I picked him up on my way back from work. Do you know what he is, Deidara? A whore. I promised I wouldn't arrest him if he came home with me to have some fun, free of charge. Right?"
"Yeah." His eyes were downcast, staring at the floor. You could tell he didn't want to be here, let alone for free.
"Now tell me, whore, how old are you?"
"Eighteen." He looked up, making eye contact with 'him'. "Officer. "I cringed. He was only a little older than I was.
"And why are you doing this for a living?" I flinched.
"...I-I had no choice..." He replied nervously. 'He' smirked.
"See?" He said, grabbing both of our arms, "you're just like him, Dei-chan. Except he's a 'professional'. Maybe you can learn a thing or two." He pushed me away. I lost my balance and landed on my hands and butt. 'He' dragged the other man away, neither giving me a second glance. I got up and followed them like a beaten puppy. We were in the living room now. The same place mom found me... I shook my head. I can't think about that.
'He' guided the other guy towards the center of the room. I stood in the entrance way, waiting for instructions.
"Go sit on the couch, Deidara." He said. "So, kid, what's your name?"
"My birth name is..." He wrapped his right arm over his left, shielding his stomach. "...Kiba. But you can call me whatever you'd like, officer."
I sat there in disgust. This Kiba guy was being so cooperate, so obedient! I don't like it. He may have lost his will to fight, but I never will.
"Kiba..." He thought for a moment. "No, that name is fine. Now take off your clothes and sit on the floor. 'He' went to the closet and brought out the box of unforsaken hell. I could see Kiba tense when he took out some toys. He removed his pants, he didn't have any underwear on. I guess that was to be expected. "We're going to have some fun today, Kiba."
"Yes, officer. "He replied, sitting on the floor. I, on the other hand, sat curled up into the very edge of the couch, nestled between pillows and what not.
"How rare..." 'He' mused, "Deidara won't be in action at the moment he'll just be watching." Yes. Odd, indeed.
He searched through the box and pulled out a familiar object. "This is something I love to use on Dei-chan." He said, "it makes him scream louder." Kiba looked at 'him' with utter disgust and fear. "What's that look for?" 'He' asked, not expecting an answer. At the end of his sentence, he tied the fabric around Kiba's face. I felt sorry for him. I really did. He is about to go through torture worse than hell.
'He' grabbed a fistful of hair from poor Kiba's head and slammed his face onto his clothed dick. "Now listen to my instructions," he said, "you are to remove my pants and give me head. When I come, swallow every last drop. If you miss one, you shall be punished. Understand?"
"Yes, officer," came a muffled reply.
"Get to work."
He felt his way to the zipper, which probably made 'him' all the more hard. He unzipped it and pulled out his penis out of that pee hole in boxers. He began to suck thoroughly, deep throating him and moaning at all the right times and areas. You could tell 'he' was enjoying it. He was pushing Kiba's face closer, wanting him to take him in deeper. 'His' head was held back, his eyes closed in bliss.
He held Kiba's hair, scrunched up in his fist. 'He' decided to change his position and sat cross-legged. He helped Kiba adjust to the change, guiding his mouth back to his dick. It kind of reminded me of a starving, blind puppy looking for his mother's nipples.
After what looked like a few hard sucks, he finally came in Kiba's mouth. Unfortunately, he had a blindfold on, so he couldn't see the few drops that narrowly missed his mouth.
'He' gave a disapproving look to the clueless Kiba. The room was silent.
"Watch this, Deidara."
'He' pulled Kiba onto his lap. "You bad boy," he spoke into his ear, "you missed some." Kiba flinched away from his warm breath. Oh, no. What's going to happen now? "Punishment." 'He' smirked, bring out the Box O' Hell again.
Kiba whimpered. He couldn't see what was happening, he just had to wait. So did I. I had to wait and see what happened. I had no choice. If I didn't stay, I might have to take Kiba's place. (Which is totally selfish thinking.)
'He' pulled out some handcuffs and a...dildo.
"Feel this, Kiba." He said, rubbing the metal over his face, "what does it feel like?"
"It's cold," he shivered, "...officer."
"Yes, it is cold." He shackled Kiba's hands behind his back. Holding Kiba close with his right hand, he rubbed the tip of the dildo against Kiba's cheek with his left.
"Now, what does this feel like?"
"...soft."
He chuckled darkly, "put it in your mouth." He obeyed, drenching the object with his spit. I had to admit, it was sexy to see. "That's enough. Or would you like to keep going?" He mocked.
"That's enough..."
Without hesitating, he pushed Kiba off of his lap. The brunette landed on his back, wincing when the metal dug into his bare skin. "Now get on your stomach, you little slut." I winced. "Hurry up!" Kiba hurried to get on his stomach. It looked hard, considering he couldn't use his arms. There we go, he was on his stomach now.
"Ngh..." He let out a breath of air. He looked really tired.
"Stick your butt out, you little bitch." He tightened his lips and stuck his hips up. He balanced his weight on his knees, shoulders and face. 'He' put the tip of the fake dick on Kiba's neck. He followed the trail of his spine that he could access (since Kiba's hands and arms are in the way) all the way down to his entrance. He traced circles around the hole, teasing poor Kiba. Without warning, he shoved the inanimate object into Kiba's flushed hole. He gasped. He didn't look like he was ready for that. I think he was expecting to be teased a little more.
"Ah...tch...ow..." He breathed out.
"Stop holding in those moans, Kiba. We want to hear them." Without hesitation, Kiba let out mouthfuls of moans. Was he really holding them in? Or was he just faking to satisfy 'him'? "Mmm, that's so much better to listen to."
Then he stopped his fast stabbing motions. He tossed the dildo aside and with an evil smirk, placed the tip of his own penis over Kiba's overused hole.
"Tell me how much you want this, Kiba. Tell me."
"Please, officer, please! Fuck me! I want it so bad, so please! I want your thick cock inside of me. I need your thick cock inside of me. Fill me to the brim, fill me until I can't take it any longer. Please, officer. Please..." He whimpered. Did he really want it? Or was he just saying that?
"Such a dirty little boy. Well, if you say so." 'He' smirked, slamming into poor Kiba. I cringed. Was this what I looked like? This is disgusting...
Kiba's hands were bunched up into balls. He took it dry and all that was let out was a quiet cry. Oh, he was good. Except 'he' didn't like quiet. He liked to hear screams. I knew that from experience.
Scream, Kiba. He said, "Scream!" Kibay obeyed, letting pain drenched screams pour out. My eyes widened. I covered my ears, closed my eyes, and shielded my head between my legs. No more...please... just stop!
A few minutes later, it really did stop. I lifted my head up to see 'him' wiping the cum off of himself and onto the floor. He then proceeded to put his clothes back on. Kiba remained still on the floor. "Clean this up." 'He' told me. He walked leisurely into the kitchen, threw me a rag, and disappeared back into the cooking area.
I grabbed it, walking toward Kiba and took his blind fold off. His eyes were red...
"A-are you okay?" I asked him softly, unshackling him.
"Not really." He said truthfully, massaging his wrists, "I thought he was going to turn me in when he put those handcuffs on."
"He just likes bondage." I told him. He continued to put his clothes on.
"Are you his...son?" He asked slowly.
"Um...step-son..." I began to wipe the cum up with the rag.
"...where's your mom?"
"S-she died, un." My gaze remained on the rag. My eyes clouded over.
"Sorry..." He said, "Um...your dad?"
"He died, too, yeah."
"Sorry, again." I stared at the now cum-free area. "If it helps, my parents both died, too. In a fire. My sister died in the hospital later on. I was at the store at the time and when i saw the smoke and flames..." He trailed off. I put the rag aside.
"I'm sorry to hear that, un." I said, "you know, we're kind of the same."
"How? I'm a whore. You're a free man."
"I'm... a whore, too, un. I'm the complete opposite of a free man."
"Huh. That's what I've been telling you." 'He' suddenly appeared from the kitchen. I scowled. "So, Kiba, what are we going to do with you?" The older teen subconsciously inched closer to me. That's when I noticed it.
He had a knife.
Kiba saw it too. A gasp escaped his lips. 'He' only shrugged. "Letting him go would be like turning a blind eye towards a crime. That's a serious offense in my profession. Besides, we can always do with one less slut in Japan." I began to shake. It was happening all over again.
Kiba began to back up, and I cowered to the side. 'He' began to slowly approach Kiba, like a tiger hunting it's prey. Kiba panicked, his eyes growing wide. 'He' was really serious. He was really, really planning on killing Kiba. J-just like mom. Kiba quickened his pace. As did 'He'. Kiba, afraid, turned around and set into a full-on sprint.
But 'He' caught up. He grabbed Kiba's forearm. He whimpered in fear as he was jerked back towards his chaser. He smiled at Kiba, ready to plunge the steely kitchen knife into his heart.
I couldn't take it. I couldn't let this happen again. M-mommy... please, help us... I was scared. I was so scared. Kiba was going to die. He did nothing wrong, all he did was try to make a living and accidentally ran into 'him' while he was doing his job. He didn't do anything wrong, and he was going to die for it. It's not right.
I took a deep breath, my eyes stinging from painful tears. "STOP!" I yelled as loudly and effectively as I could. "Just stop!" I half expected him to plunge the weapon into Kiba's body. But he didn't. He actually stopped.
"What the fuck do you want, brat?" He asked me, venom and annoyance dripping out of his mouth.
"Please!" I begged for Kiba, "please don't hurt him. He was only trying to make a living, un."
"I could be fired you know." He glared at Kiba, "we don't need your kind overpopulating the Earth."
"Nobody will find out." I persuaded.
"It's risky."
"Listen," I tried again, "I'll do whatever you want me to if you promise you aren't going to harm him, un.
"That's odd. Why would you sacrifice your own body for a lowly little slut?"
"Please, un, " I continued, desperation in my voice "I'll do anything. Just don't hurt Kiba."
He thought for a moment. "If you don't fulfill your end of the bargain, the whore dies." My body was shaking uncontrollably now.
"Fine, un."
"The bitch stays here until the deal is complete." He told me very business-like-ish. Kiba lowered his head. He hated the name calling as much as I did... or he just really wanted to get the hell out of here... "Go to your room, Dei-chan. I have something fun planned for my willing little pet today." I cringed. Great.
I glared at the floor. I hate it when he tells me what to do. But there really isn't much I can do to stop it. I climbed the stairs leading towards my room. Kiba came, too. 'He' said that we might have some use for him.
'He' disappeared again, leaving me and Kiba alone. I stared at him, searching his face for any signs of trauma. He almost had his life taken. But still, I saw nothing. Just a poker face.
"Sorry." He said quietly, standing by the door.
"For what?" I replied in a depressing voice, climbing onto my mattress.
"You look stressed. Is it because you don't know what's in store for yourself?" He walked towards the corner of my room, sitting on a lonely looking chair.
"When he says 'fun', it means something bad is going to happen, un. So I'm a little nervous." I admitted in a slightly annoyed voice. But I really was afraid. I had no idea what he had planned for me. And Kiba had to watch it all.
"Welcome to my life." He said, "surprises make me money." I frowned.
"You must hate surprises, un."
"Sometimes they're really not that bad." He admitted, "sometimes they treat me just like they would to their boyfriend." I nodded, showing interest, "and sometimes they make medo horrible things, and do horrible things to me." I couldn't even begin to image what sort of horrible things. But then again, I didn't really want to.
The room was quiet now. 'He' walked through the door. I looked up as the silence was broken, our eyes met, and he smiled at me. Except it wasn't a kind smile, oh no, it was more of a creepy you-shouldn't-have-offered-me-your-body kind of smile.
In his hands were two bags. In his right, a small black leather bag. In the left, a plastic shopping bad. I tilted my head. "What are those for?"
"Take a look and see." He threw me the plastic shopping bag. It landed on the edge of the bed, forcing me to crawl over to retrieve it. I gasped as I saw the contents. Oh. I am not wearing this. No way in Hell. Inside the bag were... frilly panties. I held it up in disgust. Right in the middle of the back side was a big red heart. The whole thing was a light pink. The frilly lace on the sides were dark red. I looked 'him' in the eye.
"No."
"Oh, yes." 'He' smirked. I knew I had no choice, I said I would do whatever he wanted. For Kiba. I used the best tactic I could at the moment. I glared. "Awe, don't be like that, baby. It'll be fun!" I glared even harder. I began to wish (once again) that glares alone could kill. "Hurry up, now." He began to remove the contents form the leather bag, pulling out some sort of electronic. I glanced at Kiba. He held my gaze. I looked away.
I began to remove my uniform. My face heated up in embarrassment. I didn't want to undress in front of Kiba.
With a red face, I turned to him again. He was looking around the room. It seemed he was avoiding looking at me. That made me feel better so without further delay, I removed all my clothing. I glanced at Kiba again to make sure he wasn't looking. He wasn't. Then I glanced at 'him'. He was watching. In fact, so was a video camera. Something clicked inside my head. I get what he's planning on using it for, now. By the end of the day he's going to have a home made porn movie on his hands.
What a twist! -Gets shot- ...anyway. I really would appreciate reviews. No, I'm not forcing you, but I really lose inspiration to write when I don't have people commenting. It lets me know you're interested. Also, if you have anything you would like to see in this, review and tell me. If it works for the story, I may just put it here. Just some smut ideas between 'him' and Deidara. I pretty much have the next chapter covered....maybe. (Please don't be offended if I don't use your suggestion! It might just not work with what I'm planning.)
-Gets shot again-
Some random dude: you're just using other peoples ideas as an excuse to get extra reviews.
...shit. Busted.