Chimamire Namida

Chimamire Namida Ch. 2 - "Hajimaru ano Toritsuki"
By Sa
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"Kaiba needs a babysitter tonight, Ayumi. I'll take you to his place right after school."
A week had passed since the events at Kaiba's house had taken place. Ayumi looked up at her mother, who was driving her to school, as she said this.
"Thanks for asking if I had any plans or anything," she muttered.
Ayumi's mother, Miaka, hit the brakes and pulled into the nearest driveway. Ayumi cowered, but Miaka pushed her hands out of the way and backhanded her daughter hard across the face.
"Don't talk back to me," Miaka said angrily. "You never have plans, you never go on dates or out with friends. I swear, Ayumi, you're not normal at all."
Ayumi hung her head and bit back her angry retort. "Yes, mother," she said resentfully. "You're right."
This seemed to satisfy Miaka, and she merged back into traffic. Neither of them spoke the rest of the trip, or when Miaka dropped Ayumi off in front of Domino High School. Ayumi shouldered her backpack and stalked away from the car, wanting to get to class and forget that she even had a mother.
I hate her, I hate her, Ayumi chanted in her mind, drowning herself in hate. I hate her, I hate her…
"Ayumi!"
She started when her name rang out behind her. Turning around slowly, her suspicions as to who had called her were confirmed: Jounouchi Katsuya. He was smiling widely and familiarly at her, as if they had been friends for ages. Ayumi put her head down and walked faster, but Jou broke into a light jog and caught up with her easily.
"You've got no place cng mng me that," Ayumi said through gritted teeth, under her breath. "You had better call me Katana, Jounouchi."
"I don't want to call you Katana, Ayumi, and I don't expect you to call me Jounouchi. Call me Katsuya, or Jou if you want to keep things formal."
Ayumi halted abruptly, and Jou took a few steps ahead of her before he noticed. He whirled around on his heel, smirking at her.
"Something wrong?"
"You don't know me," Ayumi said angrily, quietly so the students around them would not hear. "And I have no desire to get to know you. So call me Katana if you feel you must address me, and I'll be much happier if you don't even talk to me at all."
Jou was silent for a moment, but then he broke into a smile and laughed. "Whatever, Ayumi. I have to get to class. See you tonight!"
With this, he took off running down the hall, out of earshot before she could make any sort of retort. A lump formed in her throat, nearly choking her. Jounouchi would be at Kaiba's house tonight, while she was there. It seemed he should have been with Kaiba, but perhaps tonight Kaiba actually did have a business meeting and Jounouchi was going to wait at his house for him. That meant that after she put Mokuba to bed, she would be alone with Jounouchi. Butterflies took flight in her stomach, and she swallowed hard. Jounouchi, as much of a hentai as she now knew him to be, was certainly at least a decent person. He would not try to force himself on her. She repeated this thought in her head, trying to reassure herself, ignoring the strange but not entirely unpleasant sensation that stirred in the pit of her stomach. Nothing would happen, even while she was alone with a hentai like Jou.
That afternoon, as planned, Miaka drove Ayumi to Kaiba's house. Ayumi was still mildly unsettled, but she calmed herself sufficiently to ring the doorbell and keep a straight face. Much to her dismay, however, it was Jou who answered the door, and he promptly pulled her inside and wrapped her in a hug.
"Ayumi! I'm so happy to see you!"
Indeed he was, and Ayumi could feel just how happy Jou was pressed against her hip. She pushed against him, disengaging herself from his grip.
"Jounouchi," she growled. "Never touch me again. Especially not when..." A blush came to her cheeks and she was unable to finish, opting instead to turn and go into the other room. Mokuba was sitting on the couch, reading a manga. Closer inspection by Ayumi revealed it to be a hentai manga, which she instantly realized must belong to Jou, and she snatched it away from Mokuba with a shocked gasp.
"Mokuba," she said, with gentle reproof. "You shouldn't look at such things."
"Let the boy live a little," Jou said, coming into the room. "He's at that age, you know, Ayumi, when he's starting to explore the sexual side of himself."
Ayumi glared at Jou and Mokuba snickered. "That may be true, Jounouchi, but he doesn't need any help in his 'exploration' from filth like this." She tossed the manga at Jou, who caught it deftly, as if he had been expecting her to throw it at him.
"Mokuba," Ayumi said, turning to him, assuming her lecture tone. "Things like that don't portray an accurate picture of that type of relationship. The way boys and girls really act is nothing like-"
"There weren't any girls in that manga," Mokuba cut in, matter-of-factly.
Ayumi shot an even more seething look at Jou. "Well, see, Mokuba, then thats even less something you want to look at, because only... boys who like other boys look at stuff like that."
"Maybe I like boys," Mokuba said indignantly, as if utterly offended by the notion that he might not be a homosexual. "Girls are way too complicated."
Now Ayumi's suspicion had been confirmed. She turned to Jou, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring at him.
"Jounouchi," she said. "You told him to say these things."
Now it was Jou who looked utterly offended. "I most certainly did not," he said, approaching Mokuba and ruffling his hair. "Mokuba, apparently, is just more worldy-wise than you give him credit for."
Ayumveleveled an angry stare on Jou. No one spoke for several seconds, but the tension was apparently too much for Mokuba.
"Are you two going to have sex?" He blurted out.
Ayumi was startled. "Wh-what?" She stuttered. "No, Mokuba, no. Only people who like each other have sex."
Jou winked at Mokuba and Mokuba giggled. Ayumi regarded them both quizzically.
"What's so funny?" She asked suspiciously, wondering if they had been talking about her before she had arrived. Both of them just looked at her innocently, sheepishly.
"Why, nothing, Ayumi," Jou said, in a saccharine tone. "Nothing at all. Let's drop this vulgar course of conversation. It's upsetting me."
Mokuba dissolved into giggles at what Jou had said. Keeping her arms folded across her chest, Ayumi strode easily toward Jou, bearing down on him.
"Does Kaiba know that you're here?" She demanded.
"Of course he does," Jou said quickly. Over his shoulder, Ayumi caught Mokuba shaking his head wildly.
"Don't lie to me, Jounouchi," Ayumi said. "Mokuba knows the truth."
Mokuba laughed and burst out: "Jou's not supposed to be here when Seto's out and you're the one babysitting, Katana. He just made that rule for Jou last week, because Seto doesn't trust him alone with you."
Ayumi smirked triumphantly at Jou. "You just wait until Kaiba hears about this, then," she said. "He's going to..." She had no clue what Seto would do to Jou, but an image of him whipping Jou, who was tied down on a table, rose unbidden in her mind. Embarrassed, she put her head down and blinked rapidly, clearing her mind.
"Well, I don't know what he's going to do," she finished lamely. "But I know he'll be angry."
"Aww, Katana! Don't tell on Jou!" Mokuba cried, clinging to the older boy. "I like having him around and I don't want Seto to hurt him!"
Taken aback, Ayumi did not speak for several seconds. "H-hurt him?" She asked, surprised. She turned to Jou. "Does Seto hurt you?"
Jou shrugged. "It's all in good sex, Ayumi."
Ayumi blinked. "Don't you mean all in good fun?"
"Fun, sex; they're synonymous."
"But he hurts you? How can that be good fun?... Or good sex?" She added this last part in a quiet, shy voice. Jou laughed loudly.
"You are so cute, you know that, Ayumi? So pure and innocent. Ano kanzen shojo."
Ayumi did not know how to reply to this. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Jounouchi," she said primly, not looking him in the eyes. "You know nothing about how pure or innocent I really am."
He laughed again. "There you go, being cute as always. I could tell everything about your sexual experience, or lack thereof, rather, from that first night we saw each other here."
Ayumi was unnerved by his confidence, by the fact that he was rigbut but she kept her face blank. "You can believe whatever you want to about me, Jounouchi. But you shouldn't always assume that you're right about everything."
She turned on her heel and left the room. "Come on, Mokuba," she called. "We're going to the game room."
Mokuba jumped off the couch and followed Ayumi down the hall and into the game room, where there were a few arcade game machines and a large tv screen with every video game system that was available. Jou was not far behind Mokuba, but as he neared the doorway, Ayumi glanced at him, smirked, and slammed the door in his face.
They were able to pass the first few hours undisturbed, playing video games and pinball, until Mokuba announced that he was bored of games and wanted to go back to the front room to watch a movie. Ayumi hesitated; she was sure Jou was waiting for them back in the front room. However, she too was growing bored of games and she could not tell Mokuba no simply on the basis of not wanting to see Jou. Reluctantly, Ayumi allowed Mokuba to take her hand and lead her towards the door. Upon opening it, Jou was at first nowhere to be seen. That did not last long, however, as he showed up just as they were entering the living room.
"Hey, you two emerged," he said happily. "I was getting a little lonely out here."
"Are you still here?" Ayumi asked, trying to look offended by his presence.
"Of course I am, Ayumi; just for you." Jou winked at her and Ayumi just looked the other way, towards Mokuba, who was rummaging around in a cabinet searching for a movie. He found something that apparently satisfied him and had it playing within a few seconds. Ayumi took a seat on the couch, Mokuba cuddling up next to her on her right, while Jou leaned against her on her left.
"Get off me, Jounouchi," she said, frustrated, hitting his arm with her right hand.
"Shh," Mokuba hissed, intent on the movie. Smirking, Jou put his arm around Ayumi's shoulders and leaned his head on hers. Finding that there was nothing she could do, trapped between Jou and Mokuba who apparently needed absolute silence, she resigned herself to her current position.
Halfway through the movie, Jou began rubbing Ayumi's leg with his free hand, starting near the knee, which she chose to ignore, but gradually moving up toward her thigh. With a quiet warning hiss, she pushed his hand back down to her knee, only to have him move it up again. She shifted uneasily when his hand moved inward a bit, his fingers tickling her inner thigh. Jou ignored her obvious discomfiture and continued to stroke her lightly through the rest of the movie.
The end of the movie finally came, much to Ayumi's relief, but Jou's obvious chagrin. Mokuba yawned and stretched, rising to put the DVD away. Ayumi promptly moved over on the couch, filling the void left by Mokuba's absence, putting distance between herself and Jou.
"I'm starving," Mokuba announced. "I wonder what Iwasaki made for dinner." As if the mere mention of food was too much for him, Mokuba made a dash to the dining room, followed shortly by Ayumi and then Jou. The dinner was fairly uneventful, as Ayumi paid special heed to sitting out of arm's reach of Jou. After dinner, ba wba went ent on watching another movie, and so they did, but this time Ayumi made sure that Mokuba ended up between her and Jou. Avoiding him seemed to be the best course of action to her at the time, as everytime he touched her, her stomach felt odd, and she was not sure if she might be getting sick or something.
"I'm going to go read in bed for awhile before I go to sleep," Mokuba announced after the movie.
Ayumi's stomach dropped, but she kept her face straight. "Alright, Mokuba," she said, not looking at Jou, instinctively moving to the opposite end of the couch from him, "But I'm going to come check on you at ten o'clock sharp, and the light better not still be on."
"Of course not, Katana," Mokuba said innocently, smiling widely. "Good night. Night Jou."
"Sexy dreams, Mokuba," Jou said with a grin, earning himself another glare from Ayumi. Mokuba just giggled and disappeared from the room. Ayumi took a deep breath, and turned to face Jou on the opposite end of the couch. He was gone.
A second later, the lights went out in the room, and it was dark, but for the soft glow of the television. Fear fell on Ayumi like a shroud and she clenched her fists. She could just make out Jou moving back to the couch in the darkness.
"Now we can watch something more in tune with our adult tastes," Jou said, situating himself on the end of the couch, picking up the remote, and pushing play to begin the DVD he had just put in the player.
"I am not going to watch any filthy hentai-" Ayumi began angrily, only to find a mildly suggestive but not graphic in the least anime that she recognized pop up on the screen. Ayumi bit her lip and ignored Jou's smirk, choosing instead to concentrate on the anime.
It did not escape her notice that as the anime progressed, Jou was moving, slowly but steadily, towards her on the couch. Her heart began to beat faster; she could feel it in her head and in her stomach. By the time Jou was pressed against her, Ayumi was feeling almost too ill to notice him. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, as he took her hand into his, traced a finger lightly along the path of the veins in her wrist. Raising her hand more, he pressed his lips lightly against her skin, and then his tongue followed the same path his finger had a moment ago.
Ayumi tried to keep haspiasping breath quiet, so he would not notice. Part of her told her to pull away, not to let him touch her this way, but another part of her told her to go with it, to enjoy it. Either way, she felt warm and relaxed, unable to move fast even if she had wanted to.
Jou moved closer to her. She felt his breath on her ear; it tickled, she flinched. He laughed lightly, and then his tongue traced the ridge of her ear, down to her earlobe, which he bit gently. She gasped, not looking at him, keeping her eyes straight ahead. One of her hands was in his grasp; the other sat on her lap and was clenched into a fist so hard it was shaking. The rest of her body felt relaxed, far too relaxed given her situation.
Jou's mouth moved lower, nibbling on her neck. One of his hands was still holding hers, but the other traced up her side, to her head. He turned her to face him.
"Look at me, Ayumi," he breathed"You"You can't ignore me forever, because even when your eyes don't look at me, your body responds. I can hear your breath, see the way you clench your fist, feel your heart beating," he moved his hand to her chest, covering the spot she knew under which her heart lay. She breathed deeply, staring into his eyes, opened her mouth to respond, not even yet knowing what exactly she would say.
"Well, isn't this cute?"
Light abruptly flooded the room, both Jou and Ayumi jumped, nearly falling off the couch. Seto was standing in the doorway, glaring at the pair of them, obviously upset.
"Kaiba!" Ayumi gasped. "Oh, I, uh-"
"Quiet, Katana," Seto said, his voice low and deadly. "Jou, come here."
Concern rushed up in Ayumi as she realized that Seto might hurt Jou. Without realizing what she was doing, she clung to Jou. He smiled softly at her but disengaged himself from her grip and walked to Seto with shocking alay.
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In a lightning fast motion, Seto had grabbed Jou's wrists and pulled his arms behind his back, and pressed himself against the smaller boy. Jou kept his eyes down, not looking Seto in the face.
"What did I tell you about being here while I'm gone?" Seto said, in that same low, dangerous tone.
"You told me never to be here when you were not, Kacho. And I disobeyed."
"That's right," Seto said, releasing Jou. "And now you'll have to be punished."
Ayumi noticed the flare of excitement that went through Jou's eyes, before it was replaced with a fear that made her feel cold all over.
"Kacho, please..." Jou began desperately, but Seto silenced him by pressing his fingers to his lips.
"You can beg me for my mercy later," Seto said. "Though you won't get it. Take off your shirt."
Jou obeyed wordlessly. Ayumi found herself riveted, unable to speak or move, only watch the spectacle before her. Why was Jou letting Seto treat him this way?
When Jou's shirt was removed, Ayumi could see a leather collar with a metal buckle low on his neck. Seto drew a short length of light chain from one of his pockets and fastened it to the collar. Giving the chain a yank, Seto drew Jou against him, where he gripped Jou's chin and crushed his lips down on the blonde's. Ayumi had a clear view of Seto's tongue forcing its way into Jou's mouth, while Jou writhed against the taller boy, moaning into his mouth. When they broke apart, Seto finally cast his gaze sideways on her.
"If you called me Kacho, I'd punish you as well," he said slowly, allowing himself to take in and savor the shocked expression that came over Ayumi's face, the way she raised her hand halfway to her open mouth. "But since you don't," he continued at length. "You'd better just get out of my house."
For a moment, Ayumi was still rooted to the spot where she was. Seto glared at her and this sent her moving, flying past the two boys, into the hallway where she could call her mother. The chain clinked in the other room, and then the sound began to fade, as Seto led Jou away. She could not help but notice, however, that their steps were not going up the main staircase, but down the stairs, into the basement. After talking to her mother, and trying to keep her voice normal, Ayumi decided that she did not want to hear anything, and went to wait outside.
During the drive home, Ayumi could not get the image of Seto kissing Jou out of her head. She told herself that seeing something like that had made her feel ill, but the sensation in her stomach was not unpleasant.
"Stop wiggling around," Miaka said, referring to Ayumi's constant position changes. "What are you on about?"
Ayumi blushed deeply. "I just need to get home and change my, uh, my socks," she said. "They're wet...Because I, uh, stepped in some water today."
"Well, that was clumsy of you," Miaka said, clucking her tongue, but after this she said nothing. Ayumi turned her head away from her mother and stared out the window, trying to stop thinking about what Seto might be doing to Jou at that very moment.

*To Be Continued*