Righteous Fury
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Narita Ken was angry. No, it was more than that, he was enraged… And he had Yukino Satsuki to blame for all of that.
And yet, somehow, a notable amount of his anger was towards himself.
Because no matter how much Satsuki's venomous words had angered him, he could not deny the truth that lay under the pretence. Satsuki had it right.
And it was that single fact which angered him most of all.
He had always had women come flocking to him. Mindless, annoying hens that would chatter inane, stupid things and drool a river's worth at his feet. Such women held no charm for him. He would not feel drawn to a woman whose whole body language would scream to him "Oh yes take me now oh please I'm all yours!"
Where was the fun in that?
Narita Ken loved the thrill of the chase. And now he had found the perfect prey for him to chase. But the vixen kept squirming away from his clutches, time after time. And last time, she had showered him with angry words. Angry words that had, in turn, woken up the rage within him.
But only because he heard the truth in them.
Satsuki was different. Different from all the women he had ever known. She regarded him with coldness and distrust. She would not flock to him, she would run away from him.
And precisely because of that, he wanted her. She would give him the greatest chase of all time – and at the end of it, he would get to make her his.
The words had cut him. And the blood boiled in his veins but still the hurtful words rang true.
She had caught his eye because she was different. He did think her to be interesting because she was different. He would relish the game of making her his.
He wanted her.
And she? It was becoming more and more apparent that she hated him. She had no wish for him to pursue her – that much she had made clear.
Ken realised he might well make a complete fool of himself if he continued to chase after the girl. He would become the greatest laughing stock of Japan.
Narita Ken was finally serious about a girl – and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. The irony was so deep that evenhe had to hollowly chuckle at it. Every logical nerve in his body was screaming at him. To stop it now. To ignore her. To let her go. It would be a small price to pay for saving face.
But soon came the sudden realisation and he understood that he did not have a choice in the matter anymore.
He could not stop. He would keep on chasing after her. He was already in too deep.
One way or another he would need to bring her around.
He had to have her.
And he would show her.
He would keep her.