Fan Fiction ❯ Night Rain ❯ Sin ( Chapter 2 )

[Warning: Sex, masturbation, sex, yaoi, sex, violence, sex, objectifying, sex, bi-sexuality, sex, stalking, sex and I think I forgot to mention sex. Also rape and death in this section.]

Trailer Type Thingy I guess: He is sin in one kawaii package. Kazuki is highly unstable and prone to connect everything with violence or sex, usually sex. That is natural for him for he is the spawn of all sin. An obsession leads to something he never expected.

Author's Note: Take this very seriously for if not you might just become as twisted as I think I am for even writing this story. If you don't have an open mind do not read this story. There are homosexual relations galore in this story and I'm getting the feeling there is also some incest. If any of the offends you leave now. If you still read it go right ahead and flame me those are quite enjoyable. BTW in parenthesis after each part title will be the name of the character whose point of view the named part is in.

Night Rain by Evil-sama

Part 1: Sin (Kazuki Hiyamora)

Happiness it radiates off of her like the sun giving light to the disdain, dependant Earth. It is all she is a big ball of happiness. So happy. So annoyingly happy. She has taken all the happiness in the world and locked it in that golden heart of hers. What is expected from one Kami, Kin? Golden God. Her name is truly befitting. The gold she holds is happiness but the greedy bitch won't share it. Even as she graces everyone with that perfect smile the happiness does not rub off. As the goddess that she is sways with glee and seduction I feel myself burn. Burn to show her that happiness is a fable. A sick twisted fable like the original fairy tales used to frighten us into a false belief of security just to slit our fucking throats at the end. Happiness is the little white lie your parents told you so you'd stop whining. No, it's worse than that it's.. it's like something you try to grasp but know you can't hold on to. It lets it's sweet taste erupt your taste buds with a passion never known before then it stabs you in the gut, laughing as you howl in pain in a pool of red wine. Yet she manages to keep hold of that ever-elusive element. One I believe I may have never tasted and never will. I must have it but that may only happen when she is out of the picture. She's so beautiful it's a shame. The pretty ones are always the first to go aren't they? I am Hiyamora, Kazuki destined to be damned so why not give Him a good reason for making me so? Maybe just maybe in that moment when I hold her twitching form against me will I feel what she has kept arcane to us all for so long.

"Kazuki-kun is something wrong? You've been looking at me awfully long and to be honest it's kind of creepy with those intimidating silver eyes of yours." Even when frightened she sounds so perky. It makes me feel repulsed that in truth that soft voice of her soothes me. It's as if it cradles me against her bosom letting me listen to the harmonic tune of her heart. Her eyebrows quirk making me realize I must've drifted off again. I smirk thinking of the expression I'll make her wear later.

"I'm fine, Kin-chan. Just thinking." She smiles showing off rows of perfect white teeth. I swear they are so white they blind. She should be arrested for it. It's not right for one to be so beautiful and perpetually happy. I'll teach her not to be so vain. I can't help but lick my lips as she leans down making the shirt of her uniform taut against her pert breasts. Is it cold in here or is it just Kin's breasts trying to say hello? I chuckle making her eyes lock onto mine. My breath hitches. I swear it looks like there's a torrential river battling in those aqua eyes. They never cease to shun me into a fearful silence. I will not look upon those eyes any longer but I can't turn my head.

"Kazuki-kun you're so weird." As she moves her arm towards me her elbow hits a glass cylinder on our lab table. The teacher immediately turns her beady eyes on us and I see Kin gulp. She bends down quickly giving me a view I never expected to see. I've got to get out of here this is too much but I'm rooted to the spot. I just want to put my hands on her hip and push that taunting ass onto my lap. So round. So smooth the skin seems. Her skin holds this almost haunting glow not a pale sickly white like my own. My navy pants are tented and I am forced to move my lab coat to try and cover it. The lab coat does nothing less than make it more obvious. I need to leave now but I can't move. Her behind wiggles as she tries to gather all the glass with the raging teacher standing over her. The woman won't even help her. I find the strength to move but for some reason I'm not heading to the door, as I had wanted to instead I'm kneeling down in front of Kin. Oh no this is definitely not going to be good. What else can go wrong? Of course something worse always happen when you think or say a stupid question like that. Her hand lands somewhere that I would really like to keep to myself right now. I can't even stop myself as a moan escapes my lips making the classmates look at us some with interest others disgust. Her breasts assault my face as her hand stays on the bulge in my uniform her other hand gripping my biceps. I'm flat on my butt now with her awkwardly slanted over me only the tip of her toes touching the floor. Her deep blue almost black hair curtaining the blush on my face. She 'eep's as she finally realizes where her left hand is trying to move it away only to caress me then fall fully over me her face landing on my groin.

"And I thought he played for the other side." My blush only increases as the crude comments begin. I am use to them questioning my sexuality but not use to the warm breath blowing on my increasing arousal. Kin quickly scurries away from me probably having felt my length twitch responsively under her chin. She crosses her legs quickly realizing the cause of my excitement is put in a better view in that position.

"Ms. Kami could you please go to the nurse's office for your hands are bleeding." It is a statement not a question made in the teacher's ever dull droll. Kin immediately stands bowing yet again revealing those perfect mounds she binds so tightly to her chest. She tries to hide their beauty but no matter how hard she tries boys will always be touching themselves to the image of them. She should just come to school topless. I watch as she all but bounces out of the class holding her hands to her chest staining her white shirt as red as the bow around her neck. I leave ignoring the banter of the teacher and class behind me. I need relief this is becoming too much. The bathroom is empty thank the gods for that at least. I go into one stall locking it then sliding into the out of order one next to it. Perfect little corner for me to drop my jacket and sit on in this handicap stall. I really don't understand that one I've never seen any handicap children in this school. I sigh as I let my pants fall to my ankles releasing my throbbing cock. Damn that girl for doing this to me. I can't believe she has affected me so much even as my hand lowers itself to the tip of my erection. I flick my thumb across it feeling the precum that has already gathered there. If only it was her hand pumping up and down to a steady rhythm instead of my own. I grip the bar that juts from the wall as I graze my nails along the ribbed skin. This feels so fucking good and there's just something even more enticing about doing it in a public place. I barely hold back a moan as I hear the door to the bathroom open. Someone's cursing to themselves barely above a whisper but I hear it. My dick is throbbing in my hands begging me to start my ministrations again but I can't let my presence be known. It feels so hot in my hand I just want to..

"What the fuck?" I put my other hand in my mouth to stop the whimpers of pleasure that will not cease as my hand teases my shaft. I know I should stop before I get caught but I think I want to get caught. A face appears under the stall I locked but I can't quite make it out as my eyes are glazed over with need. I swear I see the boy lick his plump lips seductively. His golden eyes gleam mischievously. He looks like a tiger about to pounce and that does nothing less than make me want to be pushed against the wall and fucked mercilessly. I hope that's what he's planning. Yes it is. A strong hand traveling up my calf to my thigh confirms this. I shake with anticipation as callused fingers rub my inner thighs. He pulls my hand away from my mouth replacing it with his lips. He's pulling off his jacket as he kisses me placing it down next to mine. He pushes me back onto it the limited space in the stall making it so I have to press my feet against the stall wall. He rests between my legs rubbing his cotton-covered groin against mine making me writhe in ecstasy. They say homosexuality is wrong but that's because they don't know how good it is to be fucked. They say bi-sexuality is an abomination. It's not it's just greed and I am as greedy as they come. His hands come between our grinding bodies hurriedly releasing his shaft. I gasp at the size of it never having seen one both so long and wide. I timidly reach my hand out to it knowing that if I keep up a uke type role the fuck will be much more enjoyable. I can tell by looking in his eyes he likes to be the one in control and I have no quarrels with that. He puts a hand over mine setting a rhythm as he licks at my hardened pink nipples.

"You're beautiful Kazuki, you know that right?" He knows my name. How the fuck does he know my name? That train of thought comes to an abrupt halt as I feel a digit enter my puckered hole. I can only groan as the welcomed invasion causes the fire in my belly to grow. I squeeze his cock trying to give him the hint. He looks at me with a worried expression. He's not as rough as I had hoped. I give him the pleading eyes hoping he gets the hint. Some guys are just so dense. I buck my hips grinding my erection against his making him purr into my neck. He finally gets it as he removes his finger to rub his own precum down his shaft making it slick and even more amazing. I feel the tip rub against my entrance and I knowing he would prolong the act slam my body towards his. He archs his back as my inner walls clamp around him. Damn he's so fucking huge. I knew I wouldn't be able to take this much in without a grimace but the pain is so satisfying. He thrusts in and out hitting that perfect spot each time making me scream out.

"My," SLAM, "name is," SLAM, "Ichiro." SLAM. Out. In. Pump up. Down. Up. Slamming it in again and again. I know I won't last much longer as he more than fills me. All it takes is one more slam as I give in to the sensations letting my consciousness leave this world for a moment. I am floating in paradise only barely noticing a voice cry out a name. His name. My voice. A soothing wetness shoots into my behind signaling the end. His body is much heavier than mine, telling me he's into lifting weights. Wait a second, Ichiro? Now I know why that name sounds so familiar. I get up quickly cleaning myself off as he stares idiotically at me. How is it one can be so smart and the other so stupid when they come from the same bloodline? Damn Kami family.

"Thanks for the fuck maybe your sister will be next." I expected him to get pissed at this comment but he only smirks crawling towards me. He licks the spots of sticky white I missed on my belly bringing me to full salute again.

"Which one?" I can't answer as pleasure washes over me again. His mouth has found it's way to my penis enclosing it in its warm confines. He's sucking hard and fast from time to time gently biting. He hums the vibrations making me throw my head back and open my mouth in an 'o'. My hands are buried in his red hair, pulling on the silk as my body racks with the coming wave of completion. He swallows al l he can leaving the blurry image of the eldest Kami son with cum dribbling down the side of his mouth forever etched in my memory. I wish I had had a camera but as the bell rings signaling lunch hour my stomach rumbles with a different hunger. I am now sexually satisfied time for real food. As I turn to slide out of the stall he pulls me back kissing me, delving his tongue in my mouth letting me taste my own seed. So that's why they keep coming back. He leaves before me with a little smile.

"See you at lunch beautiful." I blush never having heard anyone call me that with such meaning. What the hell is the Kami family doing to me?

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My legs felt like rubber pencils as I stood in line waiting to pay for my lunch. Manicured nails went up my arms sending a chill up my spine. All the hairs on my body were standing on end as I turned to look at the devil's child. She smiled her deceitfully innocent smile as she dragged me to the front of the long line. The bitter woman at the counter who delighted herself in torturing me smiled and waved at us. Free lunch is not worth the claws digging into my alabaster flesh. Someone saves me prying the whore off of me only to attach themselves to me. Brown eyes full of admiration stare up at me. How the hell did this day go from my wet dream to demon's poking and prodding. Prodding? Oh Gods the dirty hands are under my shirt!

"Moriko." Mossy green hair slaps me in the face and I am quickly released. A gleam catches my eye. A katana? We're not allowed to have weapons in school but this is the Kami children they live by their own set of rules. Meaning none at all. I know this auburn haired assassin as Chika the second to youngest daughter. She sheathes the katana and turns back to her manga. I take a seat next to her trusting she won't let anyone else glomp me. The exertion in the bathroom still has me worn out.

"Fushigi Yûgi?" She doesn't even glance up and I sigh. What an anti- social, can't stand those types they make me feel so uncomfortable. Two girls seem to be approaching the table; one I know is Kin. Only the Kami children sit at this table so who is this burgundy haired fine piece of ass? A little flat on the chest.. All right non-existent on the chest but she looks pretty flexible. Though I don't understand why she's wearing the boy's uniform. Maybe she's part of that female activist club; most of them refuse to wear the skirt citing it's too short. Morons that's the point panty shots galore. As soon as the girl takes a seat Ichiro puts an arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. An elbow to the ribs has him backing off and laying on the floor gasping for breath. A challenge. How I enjoy those. Kin pulls up a seat next to me both hands now bandaged.

"Who's that girl?" At my whisper she places down her sandwich. I thing I like about her she has a very good appetite, not eating a salad or nothing at all like the rest of her sisters at the table. She hides her face behind her hand careful of her injuries and laughs after having followed my gaze. The aforementioned girl stands to her full height coming to tower over me. I hadn't realized how tall she was. Glaring burgundy eyes are in my face arousing me to no end.

"I am not a girl." The voice, though full of anger and underlining hate, is soft and smooth like the perfect vanilla milkshake. Kin now bursts out laughing holding her sides and her eyes tearing. She looks like a dying hyena and sounds most like one as well.

"Sorry but it's even better that you're just a pretty boy." The whole table falls silent even Kin who has by now picked herself up off the floor. I can hear the steam coming from Yori as he leans down so near I can feel that steam. He grabs me by the collar of my shirt pulling me out of my seat. For being so thin he is pretty strong. Why couldn't we be alone right now? The back of my shirt feels wet and a bit warm. He's shoved me onto the table on top of my free lunch. I endured the claw for nothing but maybe he could make up for it.

"I am not a girl nor a 'pretty boy'. I know what you mean by that. A girl and a 'pretty boy' would do this." He pulls my leg up hitching it around his waist making me gasp in surprise as his thigh brushes against my arousal. His mouth and tongue take advantage of my gasp exploring the warm caverns of my mouth. When he pulls away I try to move with him craving more.

"And I would do this." That's one way to get rid of an erection. Damn bony people and their bony knees. He makes to hit that sensitive area again.

"Enough Yori." Mumbling how he's going to kill me Yori moves away letting me see my dark haired, green eyed savior. He offers me a hand up but I'm too busy balling up into the fetal position. I'm pulled off the table and onto someone's lap. What is it with these people? It seems all the Kami males maybe homosexual. My jacket is removed as is my shirt replaced with someone else's white shirt. The smell of this person is intoxicating making me forget the blow to my pride and joy.

"Stop babying him Katsu." The boy chuckles sounding like a purr beside my ear. I can't help but shiver at the loss of his warmth. The vision of absolute perfection that is him leaves me speechless. Hair like that of a tiger that would put the fur of any to shame. All those silky looking orange and black layers I just want to run my fingers through the short mass.

"Ah but the poor thing has been so badly injured."

"I'll take care of that." Those claws from earlier crawl between my thighs making me jump. I move away from her only to bump into a girl dressed all in black. Even her hair is black. She thrusts the knife she was using to pick at her nails into the table a mere centimeter from my hand.

"Down Katana." She glares at the source of the childlike voice, which is a boy that looks to be her twin. It is only now I realize that there are three here that look basically identical she is the only female one of them. I knew there was a set of triplets in the Kami family but I didn't realize how vast their personalities were. This last clone seems to be a bit hyper but turns away with a blush not being able to take my analytical gaze.

"Nibori!" A cheerleader, one of the things I will always despise. She twirls her baton in one hand and a strand of her orange hair in the other as she seats herself. Sachiko Kami, so perky it makes one puke. Mandible Claw, better known as Natsumi, immediately pushes a quiet mini me out of his seat to sit next to her. How intriguing this younger boy that looks so much like me. He looks up shyly at me then seems to find pushing peas across his plate very entertaining.

"That's Masuyo I recommend you stay away from him." I hadn't realized someone was behind me till he spoke. I turned around to see a very sloppy uniform then looked up into icy gray eyes. Spiky blonde hair contrasted the stoic look on his face.

"And if I don't?" He smiled something that looked so evil on his face. The small smile told me all I needed to know. He sat himself next to Masuyo, the latter boy immediately beginning to babble.

"Ignore Nori he doesn't speak much and when he does it's only idle threats." Kin smiles at me still unaware of what effect it has on me. The smile makes me want to beat her. The thought of her blood makes me want to beat it. For some reason this train of thought make me feel guilty. It always happened into the station so easily so now why was it bothering me? I can't understand why now it feels so wrong to connect her to anything vile in my mind when it was all I did before to entertain myself.

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Why do I feel like running? Just running as far as I can. Running till my chest burns, till my legs ache. Running as far from here as I can. Their touches still linger on my skin like flaming caresses. I crave them yet I want to get as far as possible from them. I still smell like him. It's his shirt I'm wearing, it feels so right on me but it's not supposed to. I pull it off letting it fall into the sewars with all the other dirty things. Their heated whispers echo in my head as if they are saying it over and over with the same urgency. The same desires that I feel vibrating in my loins. In my very being. I don't understand this. My heart feels about ready to burst from my chest.

"Stop it! Stop calling out to me! I can't come to all of you! Stop!" The rain comes down cooling my burning skin. There are few people out on the streets to witness my outburst and most don't seem to care. A light comes from a window my eyes attracted to it just like would be the moths.

"Kazuki! What are you doing? Get in here boy before you catch a cold!" I nod my head my hair matted to my hair an almost dingy gray. The door opens and I'm wrapped in a large towel. This kindness seems to fill a void. A void I vaguely recognized and began to only feel with intensity today. What is so special about to today to bring this my fear to front? Clothes are offered to me after I've been dried off. I didn't even realize when she had stripped me of the remainder of my clothing. In her eyes I'm still a child even with the not so subtle hints my bare body is presenting before her. Still that scared little boy that seated himself on her porch steps one day staying there far too long for her liking. Even as that memory plays through my mind I don't understand it. It's like I'm watching someone's autobiography on film. I'm shivering like a child would but I have the body of a man. A broken man. The cotton pajamas feel so soft and warm. She knows I don't want to go back to that place again even though eventually we both know I have to. I'm so glad she's letting me stay here but I can't show my gratitude. As soon as we stepped into the next room it was gone. All that was haunting me as I had stalked the night left me so abruptly I almost ached for it. This room with the fireplace soothed me as she pushed me into the loveseat I almost disappeared in.

"Happy Birthday to you." Birthday? I snap my eyes open seeing her hold a small cake with an '18' in its center and my name in small violet letters like my eyes. I know she made the cake herself only she makes such beautiful sweets. I look at her graying hair then her pale blue eyes. Those eyes smile at me as if I was her son.

"I didn't remember." I blow out the candle and she places the cake down on the coffee table.

"It was the day you came to me. I always remember that. What's wrong?" She wipes away tears with wrinkled hands. She's getting so old. I can feel her soul getting weaker each second. I'm going to lose her soon. No, I don't want her to leave me.

"Amaya." I see myself slide into her arms but I don't feel the contact. It's like I'm outside of my body. She turns us so she's seated on the loveseat with my head on her lap. I'm crying into her skirt making dots of the fabric seem almost black instead of their burgundy. Caressing my scalp she tries to soothe me. I feel so vulnerable. So lost. These feelings I can only show in her presence. Only she won't mock me for being so weak. What will I do when she's gone? I can hear her voice but it sounds so angry. She can't be talking to me with such malice when she's so kindly comforting me.

"You can't get him here. I will protect him even after my last breath. I will change the fates. He will be the next. One." I feel a surge of unexplainable power run through me then it all goes black.

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Thunder. The pitter-patter of rain. Footsteps. Chanting voices. I can't move. I can't scream. Searing pain. Gods please just kill me! Make it stop! Please let me die.

"Don't give up." Amaya? Amaya where are you? I reach my hand out to you yet I feel nothing. Nothing but pain. I try to call to you but all I hear is my screams. What is this just a moment ago I didn't have the ability to scream? Please I don't want to hear them let me speak. Please Amaya come hold me. I need your motherly touch. Amaya I'm afraid. Even through the pain I can feel it when someone pulls me between their legs my bare raw back pressed against someone's chest. I know it's a girl and she is dressed in the finest of silks. My arms lie limply on her legs as she wraps her arms around my waist. I've never seen this face before but the eyes are so familiar. The hair is a beautiful silver like mine but it's interrupted by streaks of violet. She's so young. So beautiful. I've never seen one so profoundly beautiful.

"You have to calm down my child." I let my head lull forward again my chin pressing into my chest. Her voice it's the same but how can this be? How can the old lady who adores me like the son she lost long ago be this young girl holding me to her chest?

"Very perceptive. Now just stay in this serene state. It'll be over soon." I feel her lips on the back of my neck. The pain blinds me but I stay calm as she advised. I want to cry hysterically but she said not to. Then it stops.

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Slowly the world around me comes into focus again. Those arms are still around my waist but their hold seems desperate now. She's sinking I can feel it. I'm losing her. Please.

"Don't leave me!" She shushes me and kisses the top my head. I can feel how weak she is. Once I turn she falls into my arms like fragile porcelain doll. So beautiful. Cradling her in my arms she presses her ear against my chest to listen to my heartbeat. The thin black material of the shirt I know I wasn't wearing when I fell asleep is fisted in her hands. This woman cannot be the same. Amaya was a warrior trapped in an old woman's body. This young girl is like a dependent little child.

"You can have everything but you have to stop them. I will guide you in the beginning."

"What are you talking about?"

"I should've told you sooner. I'm so sorry you never knew the full truth. It's too late for me to tell you everything I only have a little bit of time. Stop them." She went limp and even though I knew this moment would come it didn't hurt any less. I cried into her hair holding her like she was a teddy bear. A strange sense of déjà vu overcame me as her scent flooded my nostrils. I held her like this before. I cried for her like this before. When? How? I don't understand this. Why? Why does this keep happening? Thunder. No it's back! They're trying to call me again. Leave me alone!

"I'm sorry to leave you like this Amaya but there's something I have to do." I kiss her forehead and shut her sky colored eyes. There will never be one who cared for me as much as she did. Mother. Why does that word come to me? I have no time to think about this. I have to find them. I have to make them silent. I can only be at peace when they are silenced. It's night time but that means I've slept through an entire day. The seat of the sun had kissed my body while I slept or did I imagine that?

'Keep moving.' I have to listen to that melodious voice. I must do as she says. I'm coming for you. I'm not sure what'll do but I know it's you I'm going to. A path I have walked before in times when this world was only a fantasy. They made it the way that it is today. Corrupt, adulterous, torturing. They tried to make me the scapegoat. The sacrificial fucking lamb! Me! I was just a lost soul trying to find nirvana. Trying to find love that no one else would give me but she did. Then she betrayed me they all betrayed me. Betrayed us. The bastards pounced on me. I'll pay them back. I'll pay them back tenfold.

'Kill.' I stop in my tracks. I've thought about murder before but can I really do it?

'You must kill. Please my child I need you to kill them. You must kill them only then will you be free my little Amaya.' It's settled they will die.

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The rain is pouring down but I'm still completely dry. Everything else around me is soaked. I don't stay pondering too long on the eccentricity of this situation as the light of Kin's bedroom comes on. The house is so huge. Can it even be called a house? It's more like a mansion, almost reminiscent of a castle. Nothing less for the Kami. Stupid though to have the most beautiful daughter's window so close to this tree where anyone can just happen to catch a good view of her. What a lovely view, Kin in her knickers. Doesn't she know how many stalkers might be hiding in the bushes as she opens the window? Gods I knew her breasts would be beautiful. Just the right size to fit my hands. Perfect they don't look like melons on a toothpick like Natsumi's obviously man made ones. These are 100 % authentic. Maybe I'll play with her a little first. What the Hell am I thinking? I should leave before I do anything I'll surely regret. Once again my body is moving of it's own accord towards her window. She's in the shower I can hear it.

'Take her. She wants you.' Does she really? It maybe worth a try. Kin is very sexy though a bit on the naïve side. What's that sound? Someone's crying in agony. It can't be her. She's eternal happiness. It's not possible. I'm pushing open the door open making my way to her. Her head snaps up from behind the clear shower curtain. She's sitting with her knees bent, legs pressed to her chest and arms wrapped around them. The powerful most likely burning water bombarding her back. The steam has clouded the three mirrors along with the glass door of the Jacuzzi. All this at her disposal yet the obvious dust on all of it shows it has never been used. The shower even though she's in it looks like it's only been put to use now. I'd swear no one even lived in these two rooms that where designated as hers by the desolation of it all.

"Kazuki?" She's standing in front of me now not caring about her state of undress. I can only stare at her. The water drips off her hair sliding down the slightly bronze skin. Her complexion has always been something I loved. Looking like she has a constant tan but never too dark. So exotic. This is why everyone's drawn to her. She must get this exotic beauty from her mother because from other accounts I've heard her father is very pale like the rest of the Kami children. Sobbing she throws her arms around me leaving me at a loss for words or actions. Even my thoughts are becoming a bit jumbled. That firm body is pressing against me then her legs give way. I stumble to the floor with her my legs crossing under me with an almost practiced ease like this has happened many times. In my mind I see her smiling face but I can't place the scenery behind her. Her behind is in the nook of my crossed legs as her sobs only intensify.

"I'm so sorry. Please can you ever forgive me?" Hands as soft as fresh rose petals cup my face. Eyes searching mine.

"I don't understand."

"I felt it. I know it. The pain. The suffering. The damnation I felt it. It was our doing. Please I tried to stop them. I really tried but they stripped me of everything. They trapped me here like they did you. Please forgive me I tried. Really." I knew she wasn't going to stop her ranting so I silenced her with a kiss. Her mouth tasted like some forbidden fruit. More, I want more.

'Take her. Break her. Kill her.'

Desperation. Desire. These two things she's revealing to me. Out of all people I least expected Kin Kami to show such feelings. I thought only happiness coursed through those veins the eternal companion of her red wine. As I lay her down on the bed she still clings to me. So sweet she tastes. I want to kiss, lick nip at every part of her. I want her to scream my name in the most intimate of embraces. Very responsive she is wiggling as my fingers trace the contour of her thighs. Her eyes are telling me to go higher but not yet. Patience is obviously a virtue she does not possess as she pulls me up to assault my mouth with a brutal kiss. The rain pelting down on the windows is in rhythm with my grinding against her. I can tell it is as torturous for her as it is me to have myself still fully clothed. She's so wet. So hot. I want her to climax just from this sensation. I know she will. She's never been touched like this before. No one's touched her like this. There she goes falling over the edge. Her nails dig into my shoulder but I don't mind it.

I bring my hands between us to undo my pants feeling her juices on the fabric. She flinches as my cock springs onto her thigh. I grab her wrist kissing the palm of her hand. The look in her eyes has changed from lust to fear. She pulls her wrist out of my grasp putting both hands on my chest.

"I'm not ready for that yet. Please stop. I'll help you find release another way." She's begging and trying to close her legs but I'm still between them. I can't move. I've been rejected. Why did she let me touch her.. taste her if she wasn't going to let me take her all the way? Why do my insides feel like they've been set aflame? What's the aching in my chest? No she can't reject me. I won't allow it.

'That's right. It's your right to have her. They all belong to you especially her. Take what's yours. She wants you to.' Yes she does want this. She started it and I'm going to finish it. As I pin her hands above her head I can feel her fear engulf me. For some reason this only turns me on more.

"Kazuki please don't. Damn it I'll go down on you if you want me to! But d." Even as tears pour from those aqua eyes I adore I can't stop. She feels so tight. I know she's a virgin. No not anymore I ripped that away. Moving in and out as she hisses in pain. Her eyes shut tight. Teeth biting down so hard on a pouty lip it bleeds. She throws her head back screaming in pain.

'Shut her up. Now.' No I can't. Please don't make me. I want to pull away so bad and beg for her forgiveness but I can't. My hand covers her mouth muffling the sounds. She can't breathe. Nails scratch at my face in vain to fight me. Giving up on the fight that same hand caresses my cheek in an almost fleeting moment of desperation. She tries to turn her head her hand gripping my chin. Crack. Gods she's not moving anymore. What have I done? Even as repulsed as I am with myself I still can't stop pumping in and out of her.

"Release me damn you! Let me go! She's dead! I killed her! Let me stop!"

'Not yet. You're not broken yet.' My hands move away from her now broken neck to her hips. Her skin still feels so warm but soon I know it will be cold. I'm crying as I move in and out of her. I just want to stop. I want her to open her eyes and push me off of her. I try to beg for forgiveness but my release cuts me off. Finally I can move away from her. I curl myself up in the corner refusing to look at her.

"Oh no. What did you do? You naughty little boy. Come here and get your spanking." His voice is mocking and from how far it sounds I know he's on the bed. There's another warmth behind me but I don't know who it is. I'm forced onto my belly spread eagle on the floor. Katana's face come down in front of mine.

"I'm going to enjoy making you scream." She licks the whip she holds in her hand and stands up again. I don't flinch as the whip comes in contact with my back; I've known much greater pain. Like the pain of killing someone who I knew cared for me. Loved me even. Now I have no one.

"Get away from me! If you're not going to kill me leave me alone!" I don't know how but I managed it but they were all on their asses. Now I can get out of here. I can go put myself out of my misery. I don't deserve to live after what I've done.

"Don't let him get away!" A shot has been fired. My leg is burning and I'm falling. Falling down the side of a steep hill almost a cliff. Even in what I know could be my last breath I can't deny the beauty of the night sky. I can't feel any part of my body. No cold. No heat. Nothing but I'm still conscious. A covered face comes into my view. All I can see is dark blue eyes almost black so much like the night sky. I smile or at least I think I did. The eyes go wide and then..

Part 1 End

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