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The final bell rang and Tsuikiko rushed out of class. She wanted to avoid Tora as much as she could to save herself from anymore blackmail. The last thing she wanted Tora to do was dive deeper into her past than he already has. She didn't know how far back in her life he went, but knowing Tora, he wouldn't be satisfied until he knew what her hospital room number was. Tsuikiko's whole family has put their best efforts in to keep from another meeting with the Igarashis. She shivered at the thought of the whole school knowing more than she made apparent. She's gone through hell and back and some how survived.
Tora walked out of the school with his usual horde of girl surrounding him. He gave a small wave of his hand and entered the limo that Maki held open for him. "Has there been any progress with that Tsuikiko, Maki?" Tora questioned.
"I'm afraid not. Though, I have found out that Miss Mizushima lives alone in her apartment and has a Kumori as a friend," he paused waiting for Tora's reaction.
"Now, tell me how a girl with a unreputable name, like Mizushima, have a friend with a reputable name, like Kumori," he looked at Maki with a grin on his face.
"I have no knowledge of that, President," he said, bowing his head.
"Well than find out," he exclaimed while roughly yanking his seatbelt on.
Tsuikiko ducked into the car garage and rode up the elevator, thinking about all the possible things Tora could expose. She got up to the apartment and pulled the keys from her bag. 'If Igarashi even dares to do a background check on me, I will decapitate him,' she thought, not knowing that he already has. She walked into her small sanctuary of piece and went straight to her room. She slide the closet doors open and selected her outfit for the remaining day. She pulled a black tank top from the left, a neglected flannel that had fallen to the floor, a pair of light washed skinny jeans, and her high top black converse. She changed into her new attire and sat on her bed. She rolled the skinny jeans high enough that a sliver of skin showed above the cut of the sneakers. She exited her bedroom and left the apartment with her keys, her wallet, her phone, and heavy helmet in hand.
She rode about fifteen minutes until she arrived at her old high school. She saw the the balloons hung in an arch and parked to the right of it. She searched the crowd for her friend. "Oh…, Yuki! There you are," she frantically waved and rushed over to her friends side. "Gah, I never though I would find you." She huffed and puffed at her friends side, tired from all the wandering.
"You could've texted me to tell me you were here," Yuki said with a slight sense of pity.
"…uh yeah," she said scratching the back of her head.
"I don't remember inviting you to the Christmas Festival, Tsuikiko," Yuki said, narrowing her eyes. She poked Tsuikiko in the stomach.
"Who said I was here to see you? I came for Daichi," Tsukiko said with a wink. "Oh please. Sempai found you annoying, " Yuki rolled her eyes, "he's way out of your league. A prince like that is only fit for a princess like I," she said throwing her hair over her shoulder in an exaggerated movement.
"Hm, didn't seem that way in his love letter…," Tsuikiko said, skipping off to the cotton candy stand.
'What?! Come back here! Our conversation is not over. What love letter? Why didn't I get one?!" Yuki chased after her friend.
Tora pulled up to the scene of the Christmas Festival. "Why did I have to be invited to something so stupid," Tora asked himself. He stepped out of the limo and walked to the inflated archway. He took one look around the overly festive school yard and grunted in disgust. He strolled over to the decorated Christmas tree and stood below it. 'Miyabigaoka could do so much better,' he thought, softly kicking one of the lower ornaments. Tora heard whispers all around him.
"Is that who I think it is?!"
"Shh! He may hear you!"
"That's the president of Miyabigaoka, a real Igarashi," one squealed in excitement.
Tora smiled to himself. It wasn't unlikely that he would cause a scene at a school that was below his. He tried zoning in on the hushed words that the young girls were talking with, but instead heard the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard. He turned his head in the speakers direction with lightning speed.
"I'm going to keep eating your cotton candy until you cough up whatever happened between you and Daichi!" Yuki yelled.
"Mmmm, how about no?" Tsuikiko kept laughing at how desperate her friend was to find out Daichi's intentions with her.
Yuki stomped her feet in frustration. "I hate you! I hate you so much!" She said pouting.
"At least now the feeling is mutual," Tsuikiko said, stuffing another bite of cotton candy in her mouth.
Yuki playfully smacked Tsuikiko on her arm and rolled eyes. Tsuikiko loved times like this. She absolutely loved how careless that Yuki could make her feel. When she was with Yuki, she had the ability to forget about all of her worries. Of course until her worries came and wrapped their hands around her waist.
Tsuikiko yelped and spun around. "Igarashi?" She exclaimed, "Why are you following me?"
"Funny 'cause I was just about to accuse you of the same act," he said crossing his arms and leaning against the dessert stand.
"Get away from me, you creep," Tsuikiko said pulling her friends wrist with her.
Tora swiftly stepped in front of the raging Tsuikiko and her clueless friends. "Excuse me, but may I have a word with Tsuikiko alone?" He said, looking at Yuki with his signature smile.
Yuki wordlessly nodded and watched her friend be tugged away.
Tora guided Tsuikiko around to the back of the school and into a restricted area, against her struggling.
He loosened his grip and she pulled her arm free. "What the hell do you want this time?," she said throwing her arms above her head.
He walked closer to her and glided his hands into his slacks. He shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe you could make a couple guesses."
He back her up into a tree and her spine hit the trunk with a noise. "Get away from me, Igarashi," she said with her voice cracking at the end.
"Oh no, I haven't frightened my little toy, have I?" He said lowering his face to her hers.
He grabbed both of her wrists and clamped them against the tree. Her breathing picked up. He forced his knee between her legs to stop the squirming she was giving him. She could feel the soft cashmere of his sweater brush against her bare collarbones. She turned her head to the right in an attempt to stop looking at him, but that only exposed her neck. He snickered and bent further down.
She swallowed. "Stop it, Igarashi," she said evenly.
His hot breathe tickled her neck, "I haven't even started yet." He lightly bit her soft skin and released her.
Tsuikiko slumped against the tree and slapped a hand to her neck. "You're sick." She glared at him before he put his hands back in his pockets and turned back to the festival.
"Then that makes you vile." He walked away from her, leaving her to think of all places she could punch Tora.
The rest of the week rolled by and the Winter Ball was tomorrow. Tsuikiko has successfully avoided Tora this whole time and is mentally patting herself on the back. Tsuikiko rubbed her hand on the spot that he nibbled on. 'Couldn't he have munched on another one of his toys,' she thought. She came to an abrupt stop in the middle of her living room and shoved her face into the couch. "DID I JUST REFER TO MYSELF AS HIS TOY?" She yelled, flopping around on the couch. She looked like a fish having muscle spasms. She slowly exhausted herself and hugged her knees to her chest. She pondered on why that perverted freak, who bears the name Tora, decided to pick on her. 'It can't possibly be 'cause he's attracted to me…,' she wondered. Blood rushed to her face. She grabbed a pillow of the couch and slammed her face into it. "Igarashi!" She screamed in a incoherent mess.
There was a ring at the door bell. Her breathing slowed as she approached the door. Her fingers pulled the cool, metal handle and swung the door open. There was a sleek, golden box sitting at her feet. She gasped. There was a black satin ribbon tied around it and it glistened in the moonlight. She hesitantly picked up the box and looked around the hallway. There wasn't a soul in sight. She shut the door and brought the box over to the dining table. She carefully undid the bow and lifted the cover off the box. There was sparkling wrapping paper layered around a soft rectangle. She peeled the paper back and was shocked to know what the cushiony figure was. It was silver and beautiful. She lifted the folded dress in front of her and examined the sleek attire. It was a long gown that reached the floor. The torso of the dress was tightly fitted and slowly reached the floor like curtains. It was one shouldered and was capped. The cap sleeve had a flood of diamonds and the end and faded away the further it got to the breast. The chiffon fell like waves when it hit the ground. Still in awe, Tsuikiko turned the dress around. The back made her jaw drop. There barely was a back to the dress. The dress was completely backless until it hit her tailbone and the cut of the deep v was outlined in more diamonds.
She couldn't take the glamour of the dress anymore. She sat down at one of the dinner chairs and lied the dress across her lap. A small shape caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. She returned her attention to the box. A piece of hard paper was tipped out the edge of the box. She lifted it to her face. I hope the back isn't too high- I. T. She threw the card back onto the table and stood from the furniture. She delicately folded the dress and handled it back into the box. She ran both of her hands through her hair and sighed. She left the dining room and jumped onto her mattress. She flipped to face the ceiling. She bit her lip and rolled to her side in frustration. She grabbed a pillow from her head and wrapped her legs around it, not bothering with the sheets.
She awoke the next morning and momentarily forgot about last nights events. She overslept terribly and saw that it was five. She walked into her kitchen, but a twinkle of gold stopped her in her step. She shook her head. She choked the handle of the milk jug and chugged down its remains. She took another look at the box. Tsuikiko had three more hours to decide whether she was going to the ball and hasn't made a shift towards a side yet. She walked back to her bedroom and unplugged her phone from its charger. There were two messages waiting for her. She unlocked the phone and nearly puked up the milk she just swallowed. Don't be late, the first one read. I'm not a patient man, the second one threatened. She knew that if she didn't show up, he wouldn't blink an eye about leaving past untouched. He wanted her there and he was going to get what he wanted. She peeked at the clock. 5:19. She sighed and made her way back to the kitchen, tucking the dress under her arm. She draped the dress over her duvet and looked it up and down again. She would have to step into that dreaded beauty by seven. She went to her bathroom and shut the door. She showered the longest shower of all time and dried her self. Time to get to work. She opened up the top drawer of the sink and marveled at what little makeup she owned. She picked a neutral, a dark brown, and a champagne eyeshadow from its spot. She angrily grabbed a brush from the cup to her right and started applying.
She put the finishing touches on the small black wing at the corner of her eye and placed the tube back on the sink. She opened up the third drawer and retrieved a tapered one inch curling wand. She plugged it into the outlet beside her and while waiting for it to heat up, she pulled her hair up into a smooth french twist. There was no frizz around the up do at all and she smiled at her handy work. The iron beeped when it heated to the temperature of three-hundred forty degrees and she carefully picked it up from the cool surface. She gave a soft curl to the hair framing her face that fell from the twist and set the iron down, turning it off. She stepped back from the mirror and looked at her face. She did admit she looked pretty, but the face didn't belong to her. She hated the foreign feeling of products plastered on her face and stepped out of the bathroom. She walked back to her room and halted when she saw the dress. She went to her desk and twisted the top of some old nude pink nail polish. She was surprisingly good at painting her nails, making no mistakes. She waited for them to dry with the breeze of her anxiety. She picked up the cap sleeve and admired it. She dropped it back onto her bed and started to undress. She shrugged her knit sweater off and pulled down the spandex that hugged her thighs. She raised the dress from its spot, once more, and held it lower to the ground. She put her feet in one at a time and shimmied it up the rest of the way. She popped her arm into the small sleeve at her left and brushed her hands over her stomach. She inhaled and looked up at the mirror hanging from her door. She blushed at herself. She looked expensive, like she was deserving of hanging around Igarashi. She looked down and her manicured nails and walked to her closet. She picked one of her only good pairs of shoes and looked at the clock again. 7:46. She clumsily stepped into the living room and held onto the backside of the couch. She lifted her foot in an awkward angle and slid the black, closed toe stilettos onto her small feet. She rose from her uncomfortable position and grabbed her black clutch and was out the door.
She hauled a taxi and the driver petted her with his gaze. She felt the need to slap this guy across the cheek. She clamored into the back seat. "Miyabigaoka High, please," she said in annoyance.
"Y-yes, ma'am," the driver stuttered.
They arrived at Miyabigaoka with two minutes left. When they pulled into the parking lot, she felt a buzz from her clutch. She ignored it.
The driver said nothing and stared at Tsuikiko for a little longer than needed. "Oh, um, how much do I owe you?" She said looking up at the driver
"8.79, ma'am," he responded, flushing at her gaze.
She opened her wallet and got ten dollars from the center slot. She handed it to him, not wanting to leave the cab.
"Thank you, enjoy the rest of your evening."
She climbed out of the cab and opened her clutch again. There was another message. Don't make me wait, Tsuikiko. She winced at his anger through the screen. She heard the classical music coming from the school and made her way up the steps. She hung a left, walked up the stairs, following the sound of the angelic sound and entered the exceedingly large ballroom that she never knew about. She felt so small in this room of big shots. She searched the crowd for the blonde hair that forced her, but failed to catch sight of it. Slowly, more and more people started noticing her presence and she twitched under their scrutiny. She walked towards one of the corners of the ballroom regretting that she came. When she picked her head up from her nervous hands, she saw a head of golden hair pop from the crowd. She took a breath and passed by her fellow classmates to Igarashi Tora.
Tora waved a small goodbye to one of the donors that he was talking to and lifted his water glass to his mouth. 'Where the hell is she? If she bailed on me, she has no idea what she's started,' he thought to himself. He still had his lips attached to the crystal glass and looked scanned the crowd. He turned his gaze to his right and saw the goddess approaching him. He sputtered his drink. He removed the backwashed water from his mouth and stared at Tsuikiko. "Damn," he muttered under his breathe. She finally was in arms reach of him and stood there with her hands in front of her.
"Hi," she said meekly.
Tora regained his demeanor and looked down at her. "Hello there, Miss Mizushima."
She dropped her eyes back to her hands. "Why did you force to come?" She said bravely.
He smirked at her shyness. "I like to play dress up with my dolls." He closed the distance and ran a hand down her naked back.
He sent goosebumps all over her body and she took a step away from him. "Don't touch me, Igarashi." A flamed burned in her eyes. Her attitude went from six year old to mother-in-law.
"Remember that you're mine and I can touch you whenever I please," he took another step and had her chin in between his thumb and index finger.
She forcefully changed her head direction so that she wouldn't be in contact with him. "I'm not your stupid, little toy," she hissed. She walked away from Igarashi and shielded herself with the crowd.
She drifted around the edge of the dance floor, careful to avoid the sight of bleached hair. She felt a small tap on her shoulder. She turned, horrified.
"Mizushima-chan?" Raito looked her up and down, trying to keep his voice even.
"Oh, hello, Griffin-san," she replied with a smile.
"I thought you weren't going to be here tonight."
She recently told Raito that she wasn't available for the night of the ball, but look at her now. She thought that it looks like that she indecently rejected Raito for sake of his dignity. She wants to explain to him that a crazy president is coming after her and had no choice but to come, but she keeps her mouth shut.
"Ah, it seems that my appointment has been moved to a later date, so I decided on coming," she looks up at him and gives him an apologetic smile.
His eyes warm to the excuse. "You better save a dance for me, Mizushima-chan," he jokes. He lifts her knuckles to his mouth and gives it a fluttering kiss.
She hears slow clapping behind her. She swings her head around, to face the noise. Tora is standing there with a smirk on his face and mischief swimming in his golden orbs.
"So, you and Griffin-san. That's an unexpected pairing." He stops in front of her and teases her with his eyes.
"What would you know about him? He would never talk to a devil like you." She lifts her head in pride and draws her lip in a straight line.
His eyes falter and he picks up right where he left off, "You think that I would talk to garbage like that? You must be delusional."
She rises to the bait. "You're the garbage in that analogy."
His laughs licks at her ears. "Come," he holds his hand out.
"I don't want to be infected with your ways." She crosses her arms and starts to walk away.
He grabs hold of her wrist and spins her to face him. He has her arm in between their chests and she is pressed against him. He kisses the tops of her fingers. Her other hand lays limply at her side. His fingers stroke the nape of her neck to the bottom of the cut out.
He looks into her big blue eyes, "Dance with me," he whispers.
He lowers their clutched hands to their side and holds her hand, but not intertwining their fingers. He drags her to the dance floor and pulls her against him again. He keeps hold of her hand and lifts the other to his shoulder. His hand slithers around her waist and is pressed against the small of her exposed back. He pulls her closer, not losing eye contact. Tsuikiko consumes a deep intake of air and lets out a shaky inhale, lowering her eyes to the floor. They sway at a steady pace as Tora leads the way. He says nothing and she can feel his grin against her hair.
He breaks the silence. "You can look at me, you know," he says snickering.
"You're too ugly to look at. I want to leave this place with my vision," she mumbles, not looking at him.
"I don't think I'm the ugly one," he says, brushing his thumb against her lower back.
She remains quiet and thinks about how comfortable they are. Her body fits perfectly in her grasp and she kicks her self-conscious repeatedly.
The song ends and she can't be excited enough to part. He releases her immediately and leaves the floor holding her wrist. He lets her go and says that he's going to go and get some drinks. She doesn't respond and she rubs one of her arms. 'Bastard…,' she thinks to herself.
Raito spots Tsuikiko from across the room and approaches her quickly. "Hey, Mizushima-chan! How are you liking it so far?"
She raises her head to him. She blushes, remembering his greeting. "It's fun."
"I had a question that I've been wanting to ask you," he says unsurely, "um, are you and…er…um the president together." He looks at her with hope in his eyes.
Tsuikiko is taken aback by the question. She has no idea what to say. Are they together? Surely, they aren't dating, but are they together? Of course not. What they hell is she thinking.
"No. I wouldn't even consider liking him, let alone being his girlfriend."
Raito lets out a sigh of relief. "I appreciate your answer, Mizushima-san." He shyly puts his hands in his dress pants.
"Well, are you enjoying your night," she says gesturing to him.
His face starts heating. "Yes, very much. Would you like to dance?" He hold out his hand to her.
Tsuikiko forgets all about Tora and takes his hand smiling. When they make it to the floor, the feeling around them is different then it was around Tora. The air around the previous couple was tense and sultry. The mood of this dance is happy and enjoyable. Tsuikiko giggles as Raito spins her away from him and reels her back in. They continue swaying against the old jazz music until it comes to a halt.
He jokingly bows. "Thank you for that lovely dance, Mizushima-chan."
"You are very welcome, Griffin-san." She curtseys in return.
She leaves the dance floor happier than when she arrived and is met by a cold, hard stare. She stops in her tracks. All air escapes her lungs.
"Come with me. Now," Tora orders.
Tsuikiko hears the amount of anger in his voice. She immediately walks towards him. She ashamed of herself, but then she realizes that there nothing to be ashamed of.
He roughly grabs her wrist. He tugs her behind him and pushes open two french doors at the back of the ballroom. The balcony is huge and made out of orange, shiny stone. The ground is concrete and there is a perfect view of the city surrounding them. She forgets the volcano that is erupting behind her, but is quickly reminded by the pull of her wrist.
"Why are you dancing with that type of scum?" He huskily presses.
"He asked me to," she says vaguely. She arches an eyebrow in irritation.
His nose twitches in angers. "I don't share my toys."
"I'm not your toy," she yells in frustration.
He shoves her into the wall. She gets the oxygen knocked out of her, but he manages not to hurt her one bit.
"What makes you think that you aren't?" He growls. He shoves his knee in between her legs and grips both of her wrists.
"I'm not yours to play with," she spits.
Tora bursts in a fury and crashes his lips into hers. He kisses her with such force that she is stunned and unable to move. She tries removing her body from the wall, but he forces her back into it. He raises both of her arms into the air, pinning them against the way causing her to gasp. He takes advantage of her surprise and his tongue enters her mouth. A whimper comes from the back of her throat as his tongue dominates hers. Her legs begin to weaken and she lets out a tiny moan and sends Tora into a frenzy. He releases her hands and pulls her hard against him, keeping his mouth on hers. Her arms grip onto his biceps for support and in resistance. One of his strong arms is wrapped around her waist and another is roaming her back. She gets a good grip on his shoulders and shoves him away from her, panting. Tora grins at her and wipes his thumb against his bottom lip.
"I can play with you whenever I want, Tsuikiko."
"You are insane, Igarashi," she huffs. She walks past him and into the calm ballroom and gathers her gown. She darts toward the exit and leaves Miyabigaoka and its president behind.
A.N.
Hey guys! This is a really long chapter and I hope you guys enjoyed it. This is the first steamy scene with Tora and Tsuikiko, but there is more to come. Leave a review on what you thought about this kiss scene and tell me what I need to work on. I tried to focus on how demanding Tora was during the kiss and show his controlling side. I would be delighted to know if that came through. Follow my story to know when updates come! Keep reading!
~Luna Restings