Chapter Eight

All through out the day, it seemed as if people were talking about Kirisaki's game later. Despite Hanamiya giving me no details, I knew where it was going to be, what time it was going to be, who was going to the game, and how every one was going to get there. These were all details that didn't matter since I wasn't going to go, but that didn't stop people from informing me whenever they got the chance.

The final school bell had rung and I considered staying late in the library again, but I knew that until the day was over I wasn't going to get much reading done. Plus, I didn't want to risk running into that creepy guy again, so I decided against that idea and just followed the rest of the students out of the school.

~x~

I was sitting on the train, watching familiar sights go by as I made my commute back home. Usually I would be in a rush to get off the train. I'd count down the stops until mine came along, trying to find something to do to make the ride less terrible, but today I found myself dreading my stop. A sense of guilt plagued me. I understood that going to the game today wouldn't be what my brother wanted for me, it's not what I want for myself, but I can't help but feel like I was betraying, not only him, but every team that would eventually play against Kirisaki Daiichi.

I had the ability to stop this madness, but I was putting myself first.

As we got closer and closer to my stop the feeling grew and grew until it got to the point where the very idea of facing my family made me sick. My stop was announced over the speakers, but my body didn't listen to my brain's messages to get up. I was stuck to my seat and before I could break loose, the doors to the train closed.

~x~

"Welcome to McDonald's. How may I help you?"

"Can I get a large fry and a medium coke?"

"Sure, you're total is $3.89."

I ended up getting off at the next stop and wandering into a McDonalds that was a couple blocks away from the station. I was hungry and needed a way to pass time so what better way than to eat some garbage? Aren't there chemicals in fast food products that are supposed to be comforting? Isn't that why some people get addicted to this crap?

I paid the lady at the counter in exchange for my food and made my way to a table that was in the far back of the restaurant, hoping no one would sit by me. As I munched away, I noticed two boys walk in, one of them in their basketball team's sweats. As they proceeded to order, I tried to remember why it was that their teams name seemed so familiar. I never really paid attention much to basketball despite my family being so into it. Well, more specifically, my brother and my grandfather.

From what I have been told, Oniisan used to be really good at the sport when he was younger, but for as long as I remember him he always seemed too frail to be doing any physical activity. Now he just sits in his room and watches old games that he recorded on VHS tapes from when he was in his youth, longing to go back to that time when he could run around on the court. Teppei will often join him, even though I am convinced he really isn't that interested, especially after having seen the same few games so many times.

"Yo, dude I heard you guys are playing Kiri Dai today. You better watch out." The sound of my schools name brought my attention back to the real world. The two boys who had been ordering were now sitting a couple seats over from me, just an earshot away.

"Yeah, I know. After what they did to Hayato last year I am surprised they are even still allowed to play."

"Seriously, that's some messed up shit. Speaking of Hayato, is he still playing ball?"

"Nah, the tendons in his arm are all fucked up. I think he joined the cycling club or something. We aren't really close anymore so I'm not totally sure." I tensed as I thought about the other player, what he must have gone through.

"Damn. Just watch your ass okay? You are one of the best on the team now, you're the perfect target for those freaks."

'If you don't show up I will take that as a 'no' to our deal. I warn you I will be angry and I promise I will let all of that anger on the players. So choose wisely.' Hanamiya's words echoed in my mind and I stared at the boy in the sweats. He was fairly tall, quite built; he looked like a pretty good athlete to me, not that I knew very much about the subject. He just felt like a strong, like a true athlete.

An angry Hanamiya would love to rip that title away from him.

The boys continued on talking about some other things that seemed completely unimportant to me now. I was reevaluating my decision to leave things the way they were. I think I owed this boy at least that. We may have been strangers, but his fate was in my hands and I don't think I could have lived with myself if I had just ignored that fact.

Before I knew it the two boys got up from the table they were sitting at and walked out of the restaurant, not knowing the impact that their conversation had on the outcome of my day.

~x~

" You're late." Hanamiya had sounded mildly more irritated than normal, but the way his brows bunched together and the fact that a frown had taken the place of the usual smirk he wore when talking to me, I new that this was more than mild irritation.

"How am I late? You didn't even give me a time. Actually, you didn't give me any details about today."

"Did I say you could talk back to me?"

"No but-"

"Shut up." I immediately retreated back. The booming sound of his voice echoed within the small locker room and made me feel as if he was surrounding me. He was in front of me and behind me; he was hiding in the back of the locker room and yelling in my ear; all while sitting on the bench of the much more sanitary locker room.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered.

Despite being in foreign territory, Hanamiya already made himself the ruler. He owned the space, even if only until today's game's conclusion. "No, I am sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. Come here." He held his arms out inviting me over to him. His outward appearance as "welcoming" as it could be, his apology equally "genuine", but this is Hanamiya we are speaking of. "Welcoming" and "genuine" were only faces that he put on to get what they wanted; they weren't things that actually belonged to him. He just saw other people use them and took them for himself.

I didn't trust him, but I had no choice but to enter his embrace. I made the choice to come here, I knew what was going to happen, I had no right to be hesitant.

I stood over him and he hugged me around my hips, resting his head against me. My natural reaction was to place my hands on his head, to tangle my fingers into his hair, to look down at him with a soft smile on my face. That was not what I did, that was not the kind of relationship we had. I was here on business, strictly business. "Common, we both know this isn't some lovey dovey scenario. Can we just get this over with?"

He looked back up at me, his grin back on his face, "Can't wait to get started I see," He stood up, dragging his hands up my body until he got to my hair, which he tugged on, pulling my head back so that I was now the one looking up at him, "Some slut you are." I flinched at his word choice.

"You're the one who-" He pulled my hair harder making me cry out in pain.

"What did I say about talking back?" This time I didn't apologize, but just closed my eyes. "Don't act like some victim here. I'm not doing anything you didn't consent to doing." I wanted to continue fighting back, but he was right. I am not a victim. I have a choice; I can leave at any moment. I just need to do what he says for now. It'll be quick.

"You're right." I muttered and opened my eyes. He was looking down on me, thirst in his eyes.

"I know. Now, kneel down for me." I obeyed, getting on my knees in front of him. "You look so cute down there like that." I felt my cheeks burn up at what he was saying and got even more flush when he pat my head gently, like I was some kind of pet. I glared up at him and he smacked me. "I complimented you, why are you looking at me like that? Baka."

I hadn't even noticed the insult when he had said it, because of the way he was tracing patterns into my skin with his fingertips, starting with my lips and tracing every inch of my face, making it a point to put emphasis on the freshly reddened skin, until he ended up back where he started. "Your home was on your way here. Why didn't you stop and get changed out of your uniform?"

His harsh voice was enough to snap me out of the trance, "How do you know where I –"

"Holy fuck. What is with you? Just answer the question."

Pause. "I had no intentions of actually showing up here."

He raised one of his brows and scoffed, "What changed your mind?"

"I ran into a player that is on the team you are going to play today. You injured one of their players last year and now he can't even play basket ball anymore." Upon completing my sentence I noticed that Hanamiya had a sick look of satisfaction and possibly even ecstasy on his face.

"Are you trying to turn me on?"

I looked at him, dumbfounded and disgusted by what he just said. All this, is just away for him to get off? He did what he did to my family just so that he could blow a load when he got home? All the suffering, all the night's spent at the hospital. I tried to contain my anger, it would get me nowhere now.

"You really are a sicko."

"A sicko that is about to fuck the shit out of you." He licked his bottom lip and smirked, "Common take your uniform off." I stared at him for a moment, debating walking out of there and telling him to go fuck himself. But I couldn't; so instead, I began unbuttoning my shirt as quick as I could to avoid being yelled at.

I hadn't noticed how much I was shaking until I was ordered to hurry up. I looked up at Hanamiya who was just watching me with his arms crossed over his chest. The feeling of his judgment over me made me even more nervous, but I eventually finished unbuttoning the shirt, moving to my skirt, and eventually began taking off my shoes.

"No. Keep your shoes on." I looked up confused and Hanamiya rolled his eyes, "Common, continue. You still have underwear on, don't you?"

I let go of my shoe, keeping it on my foot and began unhooking my bra, fumbling a bit, but getting it off. I looked up to see if I could read any expression on the boys face, but nothing. I looked back down. All that I had left on so far were my panties, knee high socks, and shoes. I knew that I still had one more thing to take off, but when I went to remove them I hesitated and looked back up, praying for mercy with my eyes, but nothing.

"Can we turn a light off or something?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"That defeats the purpose."

"What purpose?"

"Just take off your fucking embarrassing ass Disney panties. I don't have all day. The boys are gonna be here in an hour and I don't think you want my whole team seeing you like this." I looked back down at my underwear and saw Olaf smiling at me. I hadn't been planning on coming here, so I didn't put any thought into the underwear that I would be wearing, but jeez of all the things I could have chosen, it had to be these.

Without much hesitation this time (nudity would be equally embarrassing as my choice of undergarments at this point) I pulled my underwear down and stepped out of it, leaving the snowman discarded on the floor.

Hanamiya was still looking at me, giving me no expression to read. His eyes just analyzing ever inch of my body. This had to be the most unnerving thing I had ever experienced. I stepped back and forth, switching the weight of my body from one foot to another, rubbing my hands together, and doing my best to cover my body up without being too obvious about it.

"Turn around," still nothing to read from him.

I listened slowly turning around in a full circle. When I ended up facing him again he was smirking once more. Was that a good thing? I mean, I didn't care that much about what he thought about me, but I couldn't help but hope that he found me at least somewhat attractive. He was the first boy who had seen me like this.

He began to step toward me again, this time not forcing me on my knees in front of him, instead he grabbed me by the back of the neck and whispered into my ear, "I read somewhere that people feel more exposed when they are wearing only their shoes, as opposed to when they are completely naked. Would you agree with that?"

He finished his dialogue by biting into the flesh right bellow my ear, as if pressing the punctuation into my flesh. I opened my mouth to respond, but it all came out breathy, "I think I'd feel pretty exposed either way."

Hanamiya didn't respond to me with words, rather, he just continued biting and licking the skin on my neck. More frequently than not the bites hurt, but occasionally he would hit a sensitive spot and I could feel my body melt. I'm pretty sure that just satisfied him more than I wanted it to, because he got more and more into it, using his other hand to fondle my breast.

I gasped at the sudden touch. I am not going to lie and say that I had never done this to myself, but when I had I was always gentle. This was anything but gentle. He dug his nails into the soft flesh and my eyes tightened at the pain. His mouth made its way down to the other side and he began leaving marks that were a deeper shade of purple-red than the ones that were made in more exposed areas.

I grabbed onto his hair for support and he responded by tugging on my nipples, one with his finger tips and the other between his teeth, all I could do was pull harder and cry out.

"That noise, make it again." The man snarled, before pulling at me again, slightly harder this time. I didn't want to obey his command, but the pain was too much, I let out another cry. "Fuck, that's hot."

I felt strong arms wraps around me and my feet no longer touched the ground. I opened my eyes just slightly and saw that he was now carrying me, but they quickly shut again when I felt my back slam against the row of lockers. I gasped and Hanamiya must have seen that as an opening cause I now had his tongue in my mouth. It was gross, which might seem like an odd thing to say now seeing all that has already happened, but if you have ever have kissed someone who has used too much tongue you would understand my distaste.

I tried getting him off of me, using my palms to push at his chest. He just forced himself closer to me, and used one of his hands to grab my wrists, putting an end to my fight.

He eventually pulled away for air, a string of saliva still connecting our lips together. I opened my eyes and he was staring straight at me, his lust easily read on his face, "Back on your knees," was all he said before letting go of me, dropping me to the floor.

I gathered myself and fumbled to get back onto my knees after hitting the ground. It didn't hurt that much at the time, but I ended up with a huge bruise on my butt afterword. As I got myself into position, Hanamiya began undoing his pants and pulling them down, exposing himself.

I turned away at the sight, a blush creeping on my face, but I was immediately jerked back around, nails digging into the side of my face.

"Come on, Butterfly-Chan. Suck it."

I looked up at his face in shock, making a conscious effort to not look at the boner that was right at my eye level. I knew that we'd be having sex, and yes, I knew there would probably be foreplay; however, the very thought of doing something so degrading made me almost walk out the door.

"Common, you selfish slut, for once do something to help someone out instead of always thinking about yourself." He let go of my chin and waited for me to make a move. He knew I would. He wouldn't have to force it. He pressed my buttons emotionally and it made me move. I wasn't a slut, but I was selfish. I never did anything for anyone, but people were always doing things for me. This was my chance for redemption. I opened my mouth and lowered it on his member. A groan escaped Hanamiya's lips and he gripped onto the hair on the back of my head.

It burned and hurt. I couldn't really think about anything other than the discomfort. What do people usually think about when doing this? Pleasuring the other person, perhaps? But I didn't want to pleasure him, so I didn't think of anything, just the pain. The pain in my throat from forcing a foreign object down it, the pain in my lungs from pleading for oxygen, the pain on my scalp from the hair pulling, and the pain on my knees from putting my weight on them for too long.

I was in control of the situation for hardly a moment, because he just pounded himself into my mouth. At the time I thought it was because I was doing a bad job, but I now know that Hanamiya doesn't like blow jobs, he likes face fucks. They are different. They hurt far worse.

I began slapping his leg, a call for mercy as my body threated to let my gag reflex take control. Tears were pouring down my face, my mascara running and my hair a knot from where he held onto me for leverage. He just ignored it, running his free hand through his hair.

Right as I felt a new acidic feeling start forcing its way up my throat, he let go throwing me backwards making me fall onto the floor. Finally having exposure to air, I coughed and wheezed.

Before I could completely satisfy my lung's craving, Hanamiya's face was right up in mine. He watched the effects of what he had done to me. It was hard to really see him while coughing, but I noticed it. The look on his face, the way the atmosphere changed. He couldn't wait any longer. He was a predator ready to attack.

He flipped me over and pushed my face into the ground, lifting my waist up, getting me into position. I tried to calm myself down, brace myself for what was to come. I didn't bother trying to say anything because I knew that the man that was in the room with me right now, using me as his toy, wouldn't hear a word that came out of my mouth.

I felt my legs part, exposing me to new sense of humility. It was an extreme level of exposure that only escalated when I felt him stick a digit into me. My face was against the ground and out of Hanamiya's view, but I know he knew exactly what expression washed over me. I can assume it was very lewd.

After pumping in and out of me nowhere near enough times, he decided that was good enough and began rubbing his thickness in between my folds.

Right before Hanamiya pushed himself into me he stopped, "I just fucking thought of something. You are a virgin right?" I blushed. Was it that obvious? Did he have some weird fetish for virgins? He seemed like the type that would get off at that kind of thing. I definitely did not want to give him that satisfaction, so I lied.

"No I'm not actually."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes really," I tried sounding confident, "I had a boy friend for a while, but we recently broke up." I started to get impatient, not that I particularly wanted to have sex with him, it's just that this position was starting to get uncomfortable and my body couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to get it over with.

"Alright, that's fine by me. That just means that I don't have to be gentle with you, which I was dreading having to do anyways, so thank you for being such a slut, Butterfly-chan."

Before I could protest, or even process what he said for that matter, he gripped my hips and thrust himself in me with one swift forceful motion. I cried out and bit my lip trying to contain the pain that I was now feeling between my legs.

As he slammed his body into me, I felt tears start to fall down my face. I don't know when I had started crying or why exactly it was that I was crying. Was it the pain of having him ram himself into me with no consideration of the pain I was going through or the shame of giving my virginity away to some freak that I couldn't stand? Probably a combination of the two. I had thought that I was ready, but there wasn't any way to prepare for this.

I gasped.

The hands that were just on my hips were now hitting me. A mixture of spanks, slaps, and occasional punches. He was covering my back and my sides with bruises. Anywhere he could turn my skin purple he did. The room filled with the sound of skin making contact with each other, from the sex and the hits. Occasional groans and many insults were let out from him. I just sobbed, wanting to beg him to stop, but the words wouldn't come out.

It seemed like time was going by so slowly and with each movement the pain seemed to grow until I felt him pull out of me. Streaks of warm liquid began to cover my bruised back and I felt my body relax knowing that the brutal pounding was over.

After a couple minutes of his deep breathing and me trying to swallow my tears, Hanamiya was the first to speak, no sign of him just finishing intercourse in his voice, "I thought you said you had sex before."

"I- I did." My voice cracked, still in shock from the pain. I couldn't admit now that I lied, not while I was like this.

"I know you're lying. Why keep denying it?" He placed on finger inside of me, for just a moment and I jumped, not expecting him to touch there again.

"I'm not lying."

"Non-virgins don't bleed when you fuck them." He moved the finger that was just inside of me into my field of vision. It was slick with blood.

I groaned at the sight, my face pressed against the hard surface, and my butt still in the air. Hanamiya began laughing which just increased my humiliation. There was something about his laughter that was always so condescending.

"I knew you were stupid, I mean you are a Kiyoshi, but this is too much. Yamazaki probably has a higher IQ. Why would you even lie about that, Baka?"

I fidgeted, debating whether or not to tell him the truth. I did. "I thought you had some sort of weird fetish or something." I mumbled, but he still managed to hear.

"I suppose you could say I do have "weird fetishes", but that's not why I wanted to know. I wanted to know so I could determine how hard I could go." He backed away from me and slapped my already sore ass really hard, "Now you gotta clean all this shit up."

I attempted to sit up to assess the damage but a sharp pain shot up my body, causing me to wince and go back to the position I was in. Hanamiya laughed again.

"You're such a jerk face," was all I could come up with.

"And you're a fucking idiot, now seriously, clean this shit up." He began putting his clothing back on.

"I can't even stand sit down! How do you expect me to clean?" I yelled, still naked and in a demeaning position, make up smeared across my face from the crying.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Be real for a minute, Hanamiya. You wouldn't have gone slow even if you knew I was a virgin. Hell you probably would have gone harder. And aren't you supposed to ease into a girl, virgin or not?"

"I did know you were a virgin. Do you really think I believed your bullshit, Olaf?" I remembered my underwear choice. My face flushed red. "I just wanted to punish you for lying to me." He walked up to me and lifted my head up by my chin, "Do you think you learned your lesson?"

I averted my gaze from his and gave him the response I thought he wanted, "Yes."

His face twisted and he threw my face away from him as if the very sight of it repulsed him, "We have to work on that. Next game is a home game. Show up two hours before… We have to work on you."

I turned my head to face him, horror plastered on my face, "What do you mean next time?"

"Frustration builds up, did you really think this was a one time thing? Especially with the way this whole thing went, you're lucky I'm not gonna beat the fuck out of this next team."

Wait. I have to do this every time he has a game?

"Now seriously, get off your ass, my team is going to be here and this mess is worse than your choice in undergarments."