Chimamire Namida

Chimamire Namida Ch. 11 - "Hitotsu Zetsubo-Teki
Jokyo"

By Shawna

 

Ayumi heard the doorbell ring from behind Katsuya's door. Anxiety struck her; she felt her chest tighten and her heart begin to
beat faster. There was a scuffling from the other side of the door, and she had the urge to turn and run, but at that instant, Katsuya threw open the door, rubbing his eyes as he did so. He had obviously been asleep; his hair was rumpled, he was shirtless and his pants were unbuttoned. Upon seeing who was standing on his doorstep, his face fell into a scowl.
"What do you want, you little whore?"
Ayumi took a deep breath. "Katsuya, it's not
like you think..."
Katsuya scoffed loudly, cutting her off. "Oh, it's not, is it? Of course not. You fuck my boyfriend on the night you
promised for me. That's what happened, and I know it, so it's not about what I think."
"No," Ayumi said, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes, struggling to hold them
back. "No."
"Yes," Katsuya said firmly. "Now leave, Ayumi." He began to shut the door and, panicked, Ayumi jammed her foot into the doorframe, stopping the door from closing all the way.
"Katsuya, he forced me! Seto raped me!"
At this, Katsuya froze, leaving the door slightly ajar. His eyes were slightly widened, a look of shock and perhaps fear or pain
playing across his face. Slowly, he turned to face her, letting the door fall open a bit more.
"Is that true?"
Ayumi nodded. "Of course it is, Katsuya."
Abruptly, Katsuya seized Ayumi and pulled her into his apartment, slamming the door behind her back. Before she could say
anything, her lips were covered in Katsuya's, her mouth full of his tongue. A gasp tried to come from her mouth, and she nearly choked herself.
Katsuya drew back as abruptly as he had pressed himself to her. "Ayumi," he said softly, looking down into her eyes. "I... I don't know what to say."
A single tear slid down Ayumi's cheek. "Then say that you'll let me stay here with you. My
mother kicked me out of my house today and I have nowhere to go. I... I can't go back to Seto's."
Katsuya did not say anything for a long time. Looking up into his eyes, Ayumi sensed with dread that he was considering whether or not her story had been a lie to get him to take her in.
"I'm not lying to you, Katsuya," she said as sincerely as she could. "I told him no, I fought him and he did
it anyway... There wasn't anything I could do, I tried..."
Katsuya drew her close against him again. "I know, Ayumi, I know what he does."
It struck her that he should say this, but she did not question him, not at a time like this. Now she just needed him to trust her and take her in, and he would most likely not want to be questioned by her. For some time, they just held each other, and when Ayumi drew back slightly, it was so she could stand on her tiptoes and press her lips to Katsuya's. At first, he seemed startled, and then he responded, kissing her back, and she moved her hands to his pants, undoing his fly. She stood flatfooted again; he leaned down a bit so his mouth followed hers, but she b awa away deliberately, to let her mouth find the skin around one of his collarbones. She nibbled gently, and he groaned in his throat. She moved lower, traced her tongue around his nipple before biting it gently, and he gasped, and before she continued on her downward path, tracing her lips over the taut muscles of his stomach, trailing her tongue over the line where his thigh met his hip, and then finally moving to take his now prominent erection into her
mouth. She knew he had had this done countless times, once by herself and who knew how many times by Seto, and so
she had to make this good. Her mind worked, thinking of all of the things she had learned, seen, read, been taught, and she swirled her tongue around him and then sucked hard. Her hand enclosed what her mouth could not, and she used her tongue in time with her hand, applying hard strokes before taking him back into her mouth, sucking again. His hands worked their way into her hair, gripping, and then he was guiding her head, moving her fast and hard and it hurt her neck but she did not try to stop him. It seemed there was something more she could do, but at first she did not know what. It came to her suddenly, with a thought of Seto that she tried to shake away. It felod wod when Seto took Katsuya, so there must be something...
A little embarrassed at first, Ayumi forcibly drew her head back and put her finger into her mouth, slathering her tongue over it.
Katsuya looked down at her quizzically, but then she removed her finger and this time slathered her tongue over him instead, and his eyes closed. She used her free hand to push one of his feet over, spreading his legs as he stood, and then she slowly slid her
moistened finger inside him. His eyes flew open in surprise and he moaned, looking down at her questioningly. She gently probed, even as she sucked him hard, and then she her finger pressed gently against him inside, and it was the right spot and he cried out and Ayumi had the sense to move her face away as he came hard.
One of his hands was still tangled in her hair, and he used it to bring her quickly back to her feet, she whimpered a bit in pain, and he pressed his lips to her and she was surprised that he would want to kiss her so soon after what she had done. He kissed her forcefully, his hand tightening in her hair, pulling it. When he broke away, his chest heaved as he caught his breath.
"Stay then," he said through gasping breaths, and then he untangled his hand from her hair and turned away, hitching up his pants as he walked into the next room. For a moment, Ayumi stood alone in the entranceway, realizing how close they were to the door. If anyone had walked by, they might have heard Katsuya panting and certainly would have heard when he cried out.
I have to stop worrying about silly things like that, Ayumi admonished herself before following Katsuya to the next room, wondering where he would put her up in his rather small apartment.
"You'll sleep in my bed," he said nonchalantly, and it was not a question. "You can put your stuff in my closet,
but I don't want your girlie grooming stuff all over my bathroom."
"Uh, okay," she said as he led her into the bedroom. The bed was rumpled and a mess and when she got close to it, there was a rather strong smell of Katsuya. She would have to wash the sheets, maybe straighten up a bit around his place
before she would be comfortable living here.
"You can clean the place up if its bothering you, which I can see that it is." Katsuya's
words echoed her thoughts.
"Yeah, uh, okay," she said, putting her bag in the closet. Perhaps this was not the best idea, but she
had not had any other options. This was all there was and she had no choice but to try to make the best of it.
She spent the rest of the day cleaning, and that night she made Katsuya dinner. It was not spectacular; her cooking skills
were barely above mediocre, but it was more than edible. Expecting Katsuya to be delighted with all her work, Ayumi was disappointed when he said nothing at all about how clean the place was, or about the meal she had made. The silence was heavy between them for the remainder of the evening.
That night, as she was sitting by the window, Katsuya came up behind her and cupped her breasts, and it reminded her joltingly of their first meeting at Seto's house.
"Should we talk about your rent?" He whispered into her ear. "Or should I just collect it now?"
She turned her head, and he pressed his lips briefly to hers before lifting her out of her seat. He led her to the bedroom, pushed her down on the bed and stripped quickly. Her clothes were next, and he removed them fast and then he was atop
her, pushing into her, and she gasped as he thrust hard. His hands found her wrists and pinned them needlessly against the bed. He worked her hard, and she writhed under him. He was panting and moaning, thrusting, and she thrashed her head from side to side because it hurt, just a little, because she had not been ready to take him, but she had to act like it was good, could not disappoint him or risk upsetting him. It was short, and as she felt him tense atop her, she cried out, pretending, "faking it," so that he would think she had come with him.
Her cry died in her throat and he collapsed limply atop her. For a long time, he just lay there, and then his breath became even and deep and she knew he had fallen asleep.
He fell asleep on me. Great.
She did not want to wake him, could not bring herself to do anything that might upset him. So she spent her first night of living with Katsuya; spent it sleepless and sweaty and uncomfortable. And she woke up alone. It was 9 o'clock in the morning.
"Shit!" She cried, springing out of the bed. She was late for school; she could not understand why Katsuya had not bothered to wake her up. She ran around like a woman possessed, taking a fast shower, getting her uniform on, and skipping breakfast. Today was going to be a rough day.
And indeed it was. It took her quite some time to even be admitted to class without a note or valid excuse, and she received detention. Katsuya ignored her every time they passed in the halls, and Seto was not even at school.
She was in a rather violent rage by the time she got to to Katsuya's apartment. He was sitting on the couch, eating instant
noodles. A quick upward glawas was all she earned when she burst in, obviously fuming.
"I thought you could get yourself up on your own," he said, his eyes fixed on the television.
"Fuck you!" She screamed, throwing her backpack at him. It caught him unaware, knocking the cup of noodles into his lap, and he swore loudly and stood up as the hot water soaked the front of his pants. She noticed no steam, though; he had been lucky to be eating only lukewarm noodles.
"Fucking bitch!" He shrieked, coming towards her menacingly.
Angry as she was, she was very much aware of how small she was, and he seemed immense in his anger and she took a step back but there was nowhere to go. He stood before her, and she was sure he would strike her, but he merely stood, glaring at her.
"You made a mess," he said at length. "You better wash my clothes."
Ayumi was floored by this statement. His rage had shone brilliantly, but apparently only briefly, and now he was just angry.
"In fact," he said. "You better take them off right now."
Realization dawned over her. He had reigne his his rage to play the game, because the game was how he took out his anger. She fell to her knees slowly and unzipped his pants.
"Faster," he said, slapping the side of her face. She winced and quickened her actions, taking his pants off. When she had done this, he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, she squealed with pain, and then he pushed her
against the door.
"You have to make it up to me," he said huskily, pulling her panties down and off. His hands then gripped her wrists and lifted her against the door, and it hurt, it stretched her arms painfully so she wrapped her legs arouim, im, which she knew he wanted her to do, and then he thrust into her. It amazed her that his sexual energy could be so boundless. She
felt nearly numb down there, and she knew that she would not reach climax, especially since Katsuya was putting zero effort into giving her pleasure.
It took him minutes and took her nowhere. When he was finished, he released her and stepped back, letting her fall limply to the floor.
"Clean up the mess... And yourself," he said before walking into his bedroom and shutting the door firmly behind him. Ayumi began to cry, but then she rose and did as Katsuya had told her too.
That night, she was roused from a light and fitful sleep by Katsuya's hands on her. She was dreaming, and she clung to her dream, but it was fading fast, and she was rising from sleep as one rises from dark water. She broke the surface openopened
her eyes to blackness.
"Ayumi," Katsuya said. One of his hands was cupping her breast, the other running through her hair. "I know you're awake," he said.
She flipped onto her side, putting her back to him, pretending to still be asleep, hoping he would lose interest. She was tired
and wanted only to go back to sleep. The glaring red numbers of the clock by the bed revealed it to be 3:23 a.m.
Katsuya slapped her stomach. "I know you're awake, and you'd better respond to me."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Katsuya," Ayumi finally said. "You can't want to do it again."
He looked hurt. "Actually..." He said, taking his hands back, sliding away from her on the bed.
"I just wanted to talk... about Seto. But never mind."
Ayumi's mouth fell open. "Y-you did? Well, I'm sorry, look, we can talk..."
"Just get out," he said. "Go sleep on the couch for tonight."
"Wh-what? The couch? Katsuya, no, I'm sorry."
"Go."
His tone was firm and final and Ayumi could not help but obey it. She found her bra and panties and slipped
into them, and then left the room quietly. She took a blanket from a cabinet and curled up on the couch, shivering. Tears began to slide down her cheeks and she sobbed without her volition, the sound seeming far too loud as it broke the silence. She buried her face in the couch cushion and let herself.
.
I should call Seto.
The thought came to her unbidden, and it actually surprised her. Call Seto?
Should she really? She thought with longing of his beautiful, well-kept house and of how well he usually
treated her. But she had said she would not go back to him. She could not go back.
But she wanted to.

 

~*To Be Continued*~