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Tsuikiko walked to the bus stop in a flustered pace. She hated the kid. She didn't want to be seen as another one of his toys. She didn't even want to be seen associated with him at all. Tsuikiko thought about her first encounter with him which was long before high school. She shook the thought away. Bright headlights neared her and came to a stop. She stepped up to the driver and reached in her back pocket. She dug into it, not finding her wallet, but a fifty dollar bill with a winky face drawn across the front. She clenched her teeth and shoved the bill back in her pocket. She smiled sweetly at the bus driver, "Um, it seems that I have left my wallet at home. My destination is only two or three stops away. Could you let me ride just for today?" She cocked her head to the side to intense the cuteness. The driver grunted and pulled the lever to shut the door. She smiled again, "Thank you." She walked towards an empty seat and angrily tossed her weight onto it. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Stupid rich kid," she mumbled to herself.
Tora took a swig of his wine and sat the glass back on the coffee table. He smirked, tossing the wallet in between his large hands. "I wondered if she's noticed yet," he said quietly.
Tsuikiko rammed the key into her apartment lock and shoved the door open. She threw her helmet onto the couch and fell beside it. She stared at the celing for a good while. 'Why does he have to involve me in his stupid games?' She thought to herself. She decided to drop the thought and turned on the T.V. The news channel was still on the screen from the previous night and had IGARASHI written in obnoxious white letters. She grumbled and changed the channel to the same channel her and Tora were watching an hour before.
The next day was a Saturday, as Tsuikiko rose from her couch. She had fallen asleep the night before with images of Igarashi Tora clouding her mind. She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up. She convinced herself to get up and made her way to her bedroom. She bent to pick of her slippers from the side of her bed. She pushed her feet into the cozy depths and walked back to the kitchen. She pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. She jumped onto the kitchen island and twisted off the cap. Just my luck to have an Igarashi pick me up, but to have it be none other than the devil himself. She let her feet swing as she started thinking about all the names that could be applied to Tora. She needed to get her mind off of that bastard and decided the best way to do it was to call her best friend, Yuka. She spotted her phone on the couch and walked towards it. She unlocked the iPhone and scrolled through her contacts. Yuka Kumori was first favorites. She tapped on the call button and bit her thumb nail in anticipation.
"Hello?" Said the voice through the phone.
"What are you up to today, biscuit head?" Tsuikiko teased.
"Nothing much. Just planning out my next murder. I possibly just came to a conclusion on who my victim should be," Yuki threatened back.
Tsuikiko laughed. "I'll be over there in like ten minutes."
"Okay, let me go load my gun," Yuki giggled back.
Tsuikiko ended the call with a smile, happy to be able so she the one person she trusted most. She wasn't going to go over there to rave about Tora, she might not even tell Yuki at all.
Yuki has been Tsuikiko's friend since her birth. They went to the same high school before Tsuikiko transfered and she missed her dearly. Yuki's parents were friends with Tsuikiko's father when it came to business so it was only a given that they would meet each other. Yuki immeadietly liked Tsuikiko and wanted to further their friendship. They still remain friends even after ups and downs in their parents business agreement.
Tsuikiko arrived at Yuki's house in less than ten minutes and banged on the door. "Hurry up. I can pick the lock," said Tsuikiko after waiting for more than two seconds. She wasn't very patient when it came to waiting.
"Didn't know you were so eager for your death," Yuki joked as she opened the door.
Tsuikiko let out her gorgeous laugh and stepped inside the large mansion. The entrance way was painted with creme color walls and deep mahogany furniture. A dark maroon carpet led further into the house and marked the residence with a classy aura. She took off her sneakers and walked up the stairs, looking back at Yuki.
"You coming?" She asked. Yuki laughed and followed her to her room.
Tsuikiko stayed at Yuki's house until the late hours of night. Looking at the clock, she rose from Yuki's bed, "I better get going. I have a test I have to study for."
"It's not like you need the studying, but I'll see you out." Yuki stood from her bed and opened the door for her. Tsuikiko nodded in thanks and walked down the wide stair case.
"Thanks for letting me come, Yuki," she said with her hand on the door knob.
"You still would've shown up, if I said no," Yuki laughed.
Tsuikiko gave her one final hug and left the mansion. She jogged down the driveway, putting her shivering hands in her sweatshirt pocket. She pulled her keys out of her back pocket and positioned herself on the bike. She plugged her keys into the ignition and pulled off the curb. She turned the bike, not into the direction of her apartment, but into that of the Igarashi house.
She parked her bike two houses (or mansions) down from Tora's. She wanted to wait this situation out till Monday at school, but realized she needed at least some money for the rest of the weekend. Her face met with the gates of the mansion as she pressed the intercom button, "I'm here to pick up something from Igarashi Tora," she spoke with confidence.
"Is he expecting you?" A deep voice replied. She pondered on the answer for a moment. "Yes, he has something of mine that I need for the weekend and I have no other way of contact with him."
"Very well." The large gates opened and allowed her access into the estate. She passed underneath the dark obsidian arch way that hung above the grand doors. She lifted her hand to knock, not before the door swung open.
A very smug Tora leaned against the door frame. "Couldn't get enough of me?" He grinned.
Tsuikiko held her hand out, "Wallet, Igarashi."
"Mine? It may be too heavy for you," his grin spread.
"I need that money to buy groceries and I'm running low on gas and my tolerance for you," she said, holding her hand out further.
"Oh, Tsuikiko, so impatient." He held up the wallet next to his face. Tsuikiko made a grab for it. "Eh, eh, eh. You owe me something."
"What the hell do I owe you? I just met you!" She raised her voice high enough to alert him she meant business. She wanted to get her wallet and be done with this guy for good.
"An apology," he stated. He said it with a voice that made her feel like an idiot for not realizing.
"For?" She said, pulling her hand back.
"You've insulted me numerous times without having anything to say after but another insult. I don't like to be insulted, Tsukiko." He gave her a taunting smile and a tilt of his head.
Tsuikiko snatched her wallet from his grasp when he was least expecting it and turned her back on him. Tora was surprised but kept his eyes steady.
"You shouldn't have done that, Tsuikiko," he sung. She turned her head far enough that he could see her profile. "I won't apologize to someone like you." She turned her head back to her direction and continued down the driveway, towards her bike.
Tora was having a difficult time with this one. She hasn't listened to him or obeyed any of what he's said. He shut the door with a smooth push of his hand. He walked back up the stairs with his fingers tip toeing along the banister. "She's going to regret that," he said with a smile.
Tsuikiko was back at her apartment with a sour taste in her mouth. "That Igarashi, thinking that he owns me," she spat. She lifted her can of soda to her mouth and took a gulp. "The apocalypse is going to hit before Igarashi Tora owns me." She shut the refrigerator door and stomped to her room. She slammed her can on the nightstand and flopped her back down on the bed. "Why does someone so good looking have to have a personality so ugly," she said reaching for her laptop. She went to Miyabigaoka's home page to look for her assignments and saw that the annual Winter Ball was next week. 'Just another way for rich people to flaunt themselves,' she thought.
She finished her calculous homework and shut her textbook. She closed her computer just as a text message alerted on her phone. She looked at the time displayed on the screen. 2:41 AM. She unlocked her phone and stared at the text message that shined in her face. Winter Ball. Be expecting a package. Tsuikiko gawked at the screen for a long moment before it occurred to her who wrote that. "Igarashi will not take me to Winter Ball," she said throwing her phone back onto the mattress.
Sunday breezed by without another word from Igarashi besides that already haunting message. The next school day crept up on her and Monday had soon arrived. She brushed her silky, straight hair with a little too much force and stared at herself in the mirror. 'He will not get the best of you,' she encouraged herself in her head. She tossed the brush back in its drawer and slid it shut. She walked into the living room and picked her bag of the couch. She ruffled through it to make sure that she had all of the weekend homework and snapped it shut. She walked briskly to the kitchen and grabbed herself an apple and left the apartment, pulling her bag further up her shoulder. She locked her door behind her and took the elevator to the garage. She removed her bag from her shoulder and slung it over her body, ensuring it wouldn't fly off. She pulled the helmet from under her shoulder and positioned it over her head. She got on top of the bike determined to ignore Tora and started the engine, driving out of the garage.
Igarashi Tora watched her speed up the ramp and soar down the street. "Follow her," he instructed.
Tsuikiko slowed as she arrived at the school parking lot and parked her bike while stepping off of it. Her pure white blazer stopped flowing in the wind and stilled when she raised the helmet off her head. Other students watched the rumored badass take her keys from the ignition and drop them in her bag, heading for the school steps. Igarashi Tora hopped out of his limo, no later than when Tsuikiko entered the school. He fixed the collar of his blazer and was greeted my Maki handing him his files for the day.
"The festive committee running the Winter Ball needs your approval, President," Maki addressed him.
Tora took the file that Maki was handing to him and flipped through it. "I like the color theme, but not the center piece arrangements. The table clothes should be silk instead of velvet, the chairs should have swarovski crystals for the trim, and the servers for the night should be wearing grey ties, not white." He handed Maki back the file and stared back, straight ahead.
"All taken account for, President," Maki ended.
Once Maki walked in front of Tora and left him by himself, a horde of girls attacked Tora.
"Why haven't you contacted me yet, Tora?" One pleaded.
"My father wants to invite you over for dinner tonight," another one interrupted.
"Are you planning to take me to the Winter Ball, Tora," one flirtatiously asked.
Tora stopped walking and the girls silenced. He looked the girl in the eye and said with a cold tone, "No." He continued his way down the hall and towards the staircase, leading to his office.
Tsuikiko was bored out of her mind while listening in class. She was the only second year in the class, filled with third years. She only had English with the second years and that didn't give her enough time to inject herself into some stupid girl group. She tapped her pen on her notebook until the bell rang, signaling the end to this torture. She stood, gathering her stuff.
"Uh, Mizushima-san?" A voice called, getting her attention.
She straightened up. "Oh, Griffrin-sempai, what do you need?" She said with a smile.
Raito Griffrin was the heir to Griffrin Industries, a label that specialized in cosmetics and stationed in America. He is a third year that has attended Miyabigaoka since the beginning of high school and was graduating with flying colors.
Raito's hazel eyes came to met hers, "I was wondering if you were going to the Winter Ball with anyone. Or if you're even going."
Tsuikiko's eyes widened in surprise. She was silent for a good while. "I don't think that I'm free that evening. I'm sorry, Griffin-sempai," she apologized, bowing her head.
"Oh! Please don't feel bad. I just though that maybe you would like to go with someone." He shook his hands in attempt to make her feel better.
"Thank you for your offer, but I have to decline." She gave him a sweet smile that made his heart thump a bit harder.
"T-that's alright. See you tomorrow, Mizushima-san." He walked out of the room with a flushed face and towards the dining hall.
Tsuikiko smiled at the fact that he had made the try to ask her to the event. She started thinking about Raito on her way towards the dining hall. His hair was longish and was the color of chestnut. His hazel eyes had a tinge of gray souped up along with a list of other colors. He was shorter than Tora and more lankly built. She smacked her head, "Why am I comparing him to Igarashi."
She passed through the dining hall, avoiding any signs of the president. She walked into the narrow hallway that led through the bathrooms and stood in front of the vending machines. She pulled out a dollar twenty-five and the machine ate them. She pressed E4. The miniature bag of popcorn fell into the bottom compartment which she reached in. She straightened and opened the bag of popcorn, feeling a presence behind her. She turned to face whoever was leaning against the wall her back was against.
"I haven't seen you in forever, Tsuikiko," Tora said, huffing himself off the wall.
"I would've liked to keep it that way," she spat.
"You can't stray too far, I need to start keeping you on a leash," he said touching a piece of her hair.
She shrugged him off of her and walked down the hallway back to the rest of the students. "I'm not going to the Winter Ball with you."
"Oh, yes, you will," he said with a chilling voice.
"Give me one good reason why I should, Igarashi?" She turned and crossed her arms in front of her.
"You've put your efforts in to keep your life hidden, and I have nothing stopping me from reveling it."
Tsuikiko froze. Her breathe hitched and she let her arms come to her side. Tora knew he had just hit a nerve. He smiled in delight. She returned to her defensive stance and looked him in the eye. "Don't."
He saw her brick wall come down for a split second. He knew what he had against her and wasn't about to let it slip. "Try and stop me." He dropped the conversation and walked back to the group of girls waiting for him.
Tsuikiko staggered to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. 'He can't figure it out, I would be done. He would humiliate me,' she yelled in her head. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, gathering up her pride. She marched out that door regretting she ever got in that limo with Tora.
Raito spotted Tsuikiko walk out of the bathroom. She left the dining hall without scanning for her friends or anyone. She just left. His eyes followed her out of the entry way and his friends called him back to reality. Raito wasn't the only person to watch Tsuikiko leave the dining hall, Tora was also observing her every movement up until she turned the corner and disappeared from sight. He smirked and reverted his attention back to the girl who was playing with his finger tips and giggling. 'This is annoying,' he though to himself, 'what is so pleasurable about playing with my fingers.' He casually pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair. He had Tsuikiko trembling in the palm of his hand. He was prepared to search what Tsuikiko has hidden her whole life; her past.
A.N.
Hey readers! Thanks for reading the third installment of The Devil Himself. I have already written chapters four and five, and I'm editing them right now. I hope that you all will continue to read new chapters once they're published and to keep up with the updates. Follow my story to know when a new chapter comes out. If you have any ideas, feel free to private message me. Any criticism you have is welcomed in the review section. Again, thanks for reading!
~Luna Restings