So Exclusive
WARNING: This fan fic is rated PG-13 due to mild sexual language and situations. Reader discretion is advised.
CHAPTER 2
Still January 15
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sengoku whispered furiously.
“What do you mean what am I doing?” She innocently batted her eyelashes at him.
Earlier, when everyone suddenly erupted into an amalgam of frenetic reactions when
proclaimed him hers, he took the chance to slip out of the room dragging her behind him. He went straight to the gents’ and slipped into an empty cubicle with her.
“Why’d you do that?” He demanded.
“What are you talking about, Kiyo-chawan?” She sobbed, fat tears leaking down her cheeks.
“Stop it,” he hissed. “I’m not buying your act! And stop calling me that…that…”
“What? You mean, Kiyo-chawan?” She hiccupped.
Sengoku ground his teeth, seething in fury, which for the first time in his life is directed at a girl. “Yes, that!”
“But…it’s so cute…”
“Dear lord!” He exclaimed.
She was staring up at him ruefully looking so small and fragile huddled against one corner of the cubicle that he suddenly felt like some sort of a criminal.
“Look,” he started, breathing deeply to calm his nerves. “I don’t know what you’re playing at but please stop cramping my style. That weekend in Hokkaido…it was, you know, great. Not that anything actually happened,” he added. “But it was a one-time weekend liaison and that’s it. Do you understand?”
When
merely continued staring at him with doleful eyes, he shook her shoulders mildly in exasperation.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she squeaked.
“Good…I’m glad we got that ironed out.”
He started straightening up her crumpled blazer and dabbing at her tear-stained face. “Now, no hard feelings, alright? You’re an okay girl, we could be friends.”
When he opened the stall, a couple of guys standing over the sinks wheeled around when they saw a girl’s reflection on the mirror. They eyes went from Sengoku who was looking self-satisfied to
who was looking miserable with her swollen red eyes and crumpled uniform.
“I always knew you’z a swinga, Sengoku-sempai,” the sneering underclassman slyly said, protracted syllables emphasizing his oily demeanor. His knowing eyes leered at both of them, “But really, I woulda thunk you’d be more discreet. The school restroom…” He clucked his tongue, laughing.
“Gentlemen,” Sengoku smiled cordially, “I’d appreciate if we keep this to ourselves. It’d save us all a lot of trouble,” he winked, enunciating his last word.
“Are you threatening us?” The smaller and stockier underclassman spitted, eyes narrowing at him.
“My goodness, of course not,” laughed Sengoku. “Wouldn’t even dream of doing that, really. I just don’t want you two appearing as liars. After all, this missy and I only had something to chat about, that’s all.”
“Don’t you get smart with us, you…”
Before he could finish sounding his retort,
, who was before this point merely standing at one side watching the scene unfold, suddenly opened her mouth and almost broke the boys’ eardrums with her otherworldly high-pitched tone.
“Kiyo-chawaaaannn…how dare you deny what we’ve been doing,” she pouted prettily.
Sengoku’s jaws dropped. “What are you…you…I thought we…” he stuttered helplessly.
“I can’t believe you’re trying to deny how much we desire each other,” she croaked, blowing her nose heavily on a handkerchief.
“
!” He protested loudly. “You…I thought we’re through this already?! I thought we understood each other!”
“That’s right we UNDERSTAND each other, don’t we?” She smiled and turning to the gaping underclassmen, she winked and added, “If you know what I mean. I’m his girlfriend, by the way and I’d like it very much if you tell the rest of the school how Sengoku Kiyosumi’s off limits.”
She clasped her arms around his middle and kissed him on the neck where she left him a hickey earlier in the day.
“That’s it, I can’t take this anymore! Let go of me, you psycho!” He pried himself away from her and nose smoking in anger, left the toilet amidst the underclassmen’s resounding laughter.
“Looks like you got a lot more on your hands than you can handle, sempai!” One of them howled in mirth, setting him on edge even more.
By the end of the afternoon classes, the whole school was buzzing about how popular playboy, Sengoku Kiyosumi, has finally settled down.
* * *
Sengoku doesn’t get it. He just doesn’t get it.
Where did the amazing and sexy
of Hokkaido go? Who was this psychotic imitation of her tailing him around school all day?
“It’s her twin…yes…it should be. No wait, it must be her clone!” He furiously slammed his locker shut.
What’s worse than her playing follow-the-leader all day was that it seemed the rest of the school population believed all the folderol she was blabbering to everyone she meets in the hallways. And to his consternation, he’d seen none of the opposite sex who got devastated by the news as he had wanted to happen.
It wasn’t like he was expecting all the females to grieve for his lost availability – he always knew he’d never achieved universal popularity. But he had expected (hoped) at least a few would confront him with feelings of betrayal and hurt – that way, he’d have a chance to repudiate
’s claims. Yet not one came to him asking for a clarification, in fact, all the girls he’d come across the whole day would start giggling to themselves when they see him. When he asked
for an explanation for this strange phenomenon, she tittered and replied, “You’re so silly. That’s because they found it romantic, of course. I told everyone about our magical weekend in Hokkaido and how we fell in love under the stars. They said a player falling in love is the sweetest thing in the world, like a shoujo manga, really.”
He was so distraught, he had forgotten how he got to tennis practice earlier but he DID remember
cornering him again before he hit the courts.
“Kiyo-chawan, your training will end at six, right? Call me at exactly 6:09, okay?”
He merely stared at her blankly, not taking in even a single word.
“I said call me at 6:09 okay?!”
“…Why 6:09?”
“Because five minutes after practice is too short and fifteen minutes, too long. Nine minutes is juussst right,” she grinned.
“Oh Christ…” he groaned for what seem like the umpteenth time in a single day. “You crazyass woman. Leave me alone!” Sengoku stomped heavily across the courts.
“Don’t forget!”
shouted after him. “6:09!!!”
“Don’t bet on it! I won’t call!!!” He hollered back angrily.
And at that moment, looking at the wall clock, it was exactly 6:07. If he wanted to escape her, it would be then or never so he threw all his stuff in his gym bag pell-mell and made a run for it like a mental patient escaping an asylum. He was supposed to meet one of the girls he met earlier at 6:15 anyways and that has been the only thought which had sustained him for the whole of that infernal day.
He arrived at their meeting place two minutes early so he used the scant time left to spruce himself up a bit, basically just wiping sweat off his brow and spraying on cologne. He stared at his phone, the clock reading 6:14 and he half-expected to see an incoming call when he suddenly had a very comforting thought – he hadn’t given
either his e-mail address or number and vice versa. There was no way to contact him.
But then he remembered the girl reminding him to call her at 6:09. Had she actually slipped this time? He can’t believe someone as scheming as her who had been able to fabricate a skein of lies AND been able to make everyone else believe them would actually make such a simple mistake. So he flipped thru his contacts and to his dismay,
was in it. Thing is, she couldn’t have done that that day because he was carrying his phone with him the whole time.
Then it hit him.
She had taken the liberty of fooling around with his phone in Hokkaido. It was the only plausible explanation. And mulling on it shortly, Sengoku could only conjecture a single conclusion – all these, she had planned from the very start. Or perhaps she just randomly entered her own details into his phone without any ill intent and he was just being paranoid because of everything that’s happened. Who knows? All he knew was that the girl he’s meeting is already five minutes late.
From afar, he could see the silhouette of a girl walking towards him. When he saw her face and realized it was the one he’s meeting, he broke into a wide grin and beckoned her over. But there was something off. He felt that something was amiss because of the way her face looked – impassive and sullen.
And sure enough, something IS amiss. As soon as she came within range, she punched him hard and square on the face.
“How dare you!!!” She shrieked down at him when, unguarded, he fell from her punch.
“What? Just what did I do?!”
“Don’t try to deny it! I may be cheap but I’m not a freakin’ deviant! An orgy! You fuckin’ perv! How dare you trick me! You told me it was only going to be the two of us but in truth you and your equally perverted friends wanted to gang-bang me! You’re sick! SICKO!”
Kicking him heavily on the balls, the girl, still growling menacingly, stalked away.
“What the hell,” he moaned in pain, still lying supine in the middle of the sidewalk. “What the hell is this, meet-a-crazyass-psycho day?!”
He tried getting up but discovered his head still reeling, more from all the psychological abuse though, than the physical. The third time he failed trying to stand, from his position on the ground he looked up at a girl’s grinning face.
“Hey, Kiyo-chawan. If you wanted a lie-down, you should’ve gone straight home, you silly guy.”
“You…” he uttered in one long hiss, dripping venom. “It was you who told her all those lies after all.”
“I was only protecting you Kiyo-chawan, I heard that girl has STDs.”
She slipped his arm around her shoulders and heaved him up. He tried pushing her away from him but realized he hadn’t the strength to even stand up straight.
“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you after my blood?” He sighed resignedly, wiping blood trickling down his cheek.
“Don’t be stupid, Kiyo-chawan. I’m not after your blood,” she laughed. “I’m after something else,” she added so quietly, he didn’t hear it amidst his groans.
She supported his weight while they walk and before realizing what’s going on, Sengoku found himself staring at his own front door.
“How did you know where I live?” He uttered in awe at first but then fully comprehending its implications, he looked at her with hostility. “You stalker!”
“Don’t be such a drama king it was easy finding your address in the Bureau of Census.”
“Exactly what I meant by stalker! Hey, why do you have a key to my house?!” He freaked out when she started unlocking the door with her own copy of his house’s key.
“Your parents gave it to me.”
“My PARENTS gave it to you?!” He stared at her incredulously. “WHY?”
She grinned and picking up a piece of paper from the nearby table, handed it to him.
“Dear son,” he read, “we’ve gone on a Caribbean cruise – they went on a Caribbean cruise?! Where’d they get the money?! – all thanks to your girlfriend,
.”
When he felt bile rising to his throat and couldn’t go on reading, she snatched the note from him and read on.
“You be a good boy, bla bla bla…oh, listen to this: We love your new girlfriend, she’s such a gem so when we heard her parents were away, we asked her to live with you while we’re on our trip. Be good to her and treat her right. And son, I know there would only be the two of you there but please restrain yourself and don’t go too far. Or if you can’t restrain yourself, just don’t forget son, safe sex.”
howled in laughter.
“Of course they like you,” he gritted his teeth, “you gave them a Caribbean cruise! They sold their son to a psycho for a Caribbean cruise! How could they call themselves parents?!”
He trundled up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door shut. At the living room below,
grinned at the ceiling and wiggled her shoulders. Her plans are starting to pull through – it’s only a matter of time.
* * *
January 16
He was walking along the shores of a beach in Brazil; to his right was the vast expanse of azure waters and on his other side was another kind of ocean – an ocean of tanned nude Brazilian beauties. As he was enjoying his jaunt, a couple of these beauties accosted him, one on each arm, their bare breasts pressing against him. He did his bit with relish, of course – lip service with some neck nuzzling. He was already thinking what a perfect day it was, when suddenly, the ocean opened and spewed forth from its depths, a nymph of unparalleled beauty. The nymph glowed visibly from its golden halation, long hair swaying behind her in an impalpable breeze. There was no contest. All the naked beauties around were no match for the nymph and he got so enraptured he unconsciously reached out towards her – to hold her, to feel her, to LOVE her. But then the nymph opened its mouth in a wide oval, enough to see into her throat. And Sengoku had to retract his outstretched hand to cover his ears as the nymph started wailing in a voice which can rival the sirens of a fire truck.
“KIYO-CHAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!”
“Wha…Wha…Where’s the fire?!” He bolted awake, looking around the room groggily.
“Mornin’! I kept waking you up for the last five minutes but you wouldn’t even budge.”
Sengoku ogled at her stupidly, sleep still getting the best of him.
“…What are you doing in my room?” He asked, finally remembering who she was.
“Serving you breakfast, silly.” She said, indeed arranging his breakfast on a portable serving table. “Its rice, miso soup and fish since you’re a Japanese breakfast kinda guy, right?” Chattering, she sat at the edge of his bed, pouring orange juice on a tall glass. “I must say, this feels really great. It’s almost like we’re newly-weds!” She tittered.
“I bet you just love that,” he yawned, rubbing his eyes and lying back down on the bed.
“Of course I do. We’re almost like newly-weds!” She repeated.
Sengoku raised his brows and looked at her, obvious malign glint animating his eyes. Without warning, he grabbed her by the arm and pinned her body fully under his.
“Well,
-chan…you keep saying we’re like newly-weds but do you know what couples do on their honeymoon?” He whispered hoarsely in her ear.
She balked, pinned under his weight her mind just doesn’t function as properly as she wanted it to. In a voice which is barely above a whisper, she said, “No…why don’t you tell me?”
Sengoku lifted his head and stared at her in wonder. He had just wanted to give her a bit of a scare after all she’d put him through but with what she’d said, he just can’t help it. He found himself wanting her VERY VERY much.
“This is your fault,” he blurted suddenly. “If you didn’t interfere last night, this won’t happen.”
He grimaced down at her while she smiled giddily and circled her arms around his neck.
“Yes, yes, it’s my fault,” she agreed with him absent-mindedly.
“Don’t blame me for this later,” he said, voice trembling slightly.
“I won’t…”
That was enough to break what remained of his resolve. He crashed his lips down hers, kissing deeply, kissing fervently – a kiss so unlike the chaste one they shared in Hokkaido. And SHE, kissed him back just as hard. He felt her tongue twisting against his, her mouth sucking, her hands roving all over his bare torso. She felt his legs slip in between her thighs and she opened up to him entirely, without even the tiniest hint of misgiving; kissing, touching, wanting him just as badly.
Pulling away from their kiss, he started sucking on her resplendent neck – a fantasy which has plagued him from the very first time he saw her. And then she had to open her mouth…
“Say you love me…say you love me, Kiyo-chawan,” she breathed, her neck thrown back for his access.
This statement seemed to have brought him back to his senses for one second he was licking her collarbone and the other, he snapped his head up and stood with his back on her.
“Kiyo-chawan?” She croaked.
“Why do you have to make everything so hard?” He ran his palm over his face.
“You can’t have me ‘til you say you love me!” She staunchly proclaimed.
“It’s the red light. It’s the damn red light spoiling all the fun! I wanna smash that damn red light,” gritting his teeth, he made towards the door.
“What are you talking about?”
“You!” With his hand on the knob, he whirled around to face her with accusing eyes. “You’re not a nymph, you’re a banshee!” Yanking the door open, he marched out and slammed it back shut.
Still sprawled on the bed,
smiled happily and closed her eyes, savoring her latest victory.
* * *
January 29
Sengoku sighed and rubbed his eyes.
It’s been a couple of weeks since that imp from hell, as he liked to call
, had transferred to their class and forced entry into his home. He didn’t know how much he could take – he’s already lost both weight and sleep because of her. It didn’t help any that the last time he ate her cooking that day when he tried to bed her, he was sent straight to the hospital due to indigestion. He never tried advancing on her since then; he also never tried to eat anything she whips up.
Presently, he was hiding inside a bathroom stall, perched gingerly atop a toilet bowl. It was lunch time and
had threatened to feed him her home-made lunch box wrapped in a gaudy heart-patterned pink cloth.
“Has she passed yet?”
“Not yet, sempai.”
Over the course of his ordeal with her, Sengoku had developed a certain degree of friendship with the two underclassmen he’d had an encounter with the first day she had transferred. He’d come across them again the first time he tried hiding from her inside the toilet and they’d been more than sympathetic. In exchange for their services in helping him escape from her during breaks, he teaches them the art of wooing women. They were both plain to the point of being homely; one of them tall and gangling with small beady eyes and front teeth so large they consumed his mouth and the other, short and stocky with a nose as big as an onion and the feeblest chin ever put on a human being. But Sengoku was so desperate for accomplices that he’d be able to make a player out of a monkey if it meant helping him to get away from her.
“Oh no…” he heard one his protégés whisper from outside his hideout.
“What is it?” He hissed nervously.
“She’s…”
“KIYO-CHAWAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN…”
Sengoku bit his fingernails.
“Se…sempai! Whacha doin’ in the boys’ bathroom?”
“Hey, you guys. Have you seen Kiyo-chawan around?”
“N-No…of course not.”
“Hmmm,” she looked at them beadily. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“Course not! We ain’t lyin’ to you, your highness-ship, ma’am…” The tall one pressed himself against Sengoku’s stall.
“…Why are you two standing guard over that stall? Are you boys hiding something from me? Hmmm?” She leered at them both.
The two boys shook their heads vigorously, sweat dripping down their temples.
From the inside, Sengoku waited with bated breath. He heard a couple of portentous oomphs and groans and decided that he was definitely stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“Hey Kiyo-chawan,” he heard her voice clearly say.
Sengoku nestled his head between his arms and chanted, “I can’t hear anything, I can’t hear anything…” over and over.
“Of course you can hear me, silly.”
The abused guy sighed and decided to face the inevitable. He slowly turned his head upwards to see her face hovering above the door.
“Are you stepping on my sidekicks?”
“Uhu. They do make a good footladder,” she grinned.
Left without a choice, Sengoku Kiyosumi dragged his feet and begrudgingly ate her prepared meal.
He spent the rest of the day in the infirmary.
* * *
Never in his life had Sengoku ever needed as much rest and nourishment as he needed now. He needed to eat food which won’t send him straight to the hospital, to sleep without being molested, to enjoy silence without her endless chatter, to walk the corridors without fearing her public stunts and most of all, he needed to do IT. He needed a woman so bad, he could literally feel himself wither away. He hasn’t gotten any for two weeks and Sengoku isn’t Sengoku if he hasn’t been getting any.
In fact, he’s in so much of a bad shape that the school nurse pitied him greatly and sent him home before everybody else.
So, Sengoku Kiyosumi, tired but ecstatic, drained but jubilant, lethargic but hopeful, exited the school gates with a new spring in his feeble steps.
He was in such a good mood, in fact, that he held his head high and walked briskly without any kind of precaution. A car passed nearby merely a hair’s width to hitting him. A discarded can underfoot failed to trip him. A dog whose tail he stepped on failed to bite him. He was back to being the guy with incredible good luck. Hell yes, he was.
Yes, Sengoku Kiyosumi’s officially back and better than before. Yessiree, he’s the king of the world. Later he’s going to go ‘round Tokyo and pick up women. Four women, no, FIVE. He’s going to…
But whatever it is he’s going to do, you readers will never find out, for at that very moment, Sengoku Kiyosumi got ran over.
END OF CHAPTER 2
So Exclusive is slated to be a three-chapter fan fic. Next chapter will be the last in the event that I don't change any of my original plans
//© 03/05/07 by MitsuiSelphie