Kibo

Chapter 4

~Kibo’s house~

Kibo sat eating. Bakura had been gone for two days now and she had to admit she was
lonely. It was quite like it hadn’t been there since she had met him. She had actually grown used
to having him around. After he had his bath two nights before he had left right after and never
returned.
She knew he must be planning something. Or maybe his was in the arms of some whore? Much to her annoyance her heart lurched into her throat at that thought. The thought of him with another women made her heart ache and she hated the feeling. To feel the way she did about a thief like him who probably had many women over the years was to her insane.
Trying to shake the nasty feeling of Jealousy she bu her herself with cleaning though there was really nothing more she could clean as the house was spotless from excessive cleaning from the day before.
Finally she sat down and decided a bath would be nice and so she made herself a bath and climbed in. She soaked there for a while until she head the clink of something in the kitchen and the sound of thumps. Some one was there.
“Hello?” She said figuring it was Bakura and climbing out wrapping herself and combing
her wet hair with her fingers over her shoulder she went to greet Bakura.
When she reached the kitchen she noticed a strange man sittingher her table. His hair was black and very messy and his eye (for his other socket was bare) was a dark brown and it eyed her. She backed up and ran for the back exit but was stopped.
Stepping as hard as she could on the strangers foot he let down and she ran again. He
tripped her. “Well if I had to know some one as pretty as you lived here I might have gotten
washed before I came in.” He sneered putting a hand on her back to keep her pressed to the floor.
He reached his hand back and traced his finger up her legs moving steadily to her ass. She kicked her feet and the she brought her elbow back and caught him under the jaw just as he lean his head forward to taste her shoulder. She got up and picked up a vase and smashed it over his head.
But instead of running from her house she instead grabbed a knife in the kitchen and
turned when she heard him run at her. He ran straight into the knife and she felt it cut into his
belly. He grunted and fell on top of her but she stepped aside and he slid to the floor.
She stood there shaking her hand covered in blood and it was all over her shin down the
front of the cloth that covered her. Still shocked she stepped over the still body and sat back down
in her bath, towel and all.

She couldn’t really remember how long she sat on her hunches in tath.ath. She only came out of her trance when she heard some one enter the room. She looked up into the face of Bakura who was covered in blood himself.
He reached down and took her out of the cold water and surveyed that she must have been in there a while. She was cold and still shocked. He laid her in her room covered her up and
turned to go. “Is he dead?” She said sitting up.
“Not yet.” Bakura said pulling out a knife and leaving the room.
Not wanting to hear anything she covered her head with a pillow and at some point dozed
off to sleep.


She woke the next day with a sick feeling in her stomach. She got up and noticed she was dress in her night shirt and cleaned up of any blood making her wonder if she dreamed the whole thing.
Bakura was nowhere to be found and there was no body either but there was however
small traces of blood still of the floor. Feeling sicker then before she sat down and covered her
face in her hands.
“Is nis nice of him to leave all his stuff.” Bakura said mockingly as he entered eyeing a
gold bracelet in his hand.
Kibo looked at him. Bakura was unfazed by what had happened and she felt like a cry
baby even though she had not cried once. She refused to think about it anymore. What was done
was done. “How did I....” She asked gesturing to her night shirt.
“I dressed you.” He said smiling. He gave her a wink. “The match maker was right.
Could use more chest.” He teased walking out of the room leaving her to fume.
“There not that small.” She said looking down the front of her shirt and realized that for a moment she had forgotten what had happened the day before. She looked at the doorway and
wondered it he had said that for that purpose.
Kibo went into the room where he was lying on the bed looking at a necklace shaped in a
circle with 5 pointing things hanging off the sides and a triangle in the middle with a eye on it. He
looked very please with himself.
“So where were you gone for two days?” She asked trying not to sound resentful though
she could even hear a bit of bitterness in her own words.
He stopped playing with his new toy and smiled at her. “If I didn’t know any better I
would begin to think you missed me.” He said testing her to see how she would react. She said
nothing just gave her stubborn ‘whatever’ look which he knew all to well meant she was hiding
something.
“Perhaps jealous.” He said standing.
“I don’t think so.” She hissed. “No not a chance. Me jealous of who? What? No. Not
me.” Me said shaking her head and he caught her by the chin.
“Me thinks you protest to much.” He said smirking and biting her lower lip softly.
“I don’t know what your talking about.” She said pulling away.
He straightened up and put a finger to his chin. “Then I can bring her hear then. That
would make it so much easier then having to live both places.” He sighed in relief and watched
her face go red. He could paretically see her biting her tongue off as she tired to keep a straight
face.
After all he wasn’t hers. Why should she let him know that she was starting to love the
asshole. She turned around. “Whatever.” She said waving a hand over her shoulder.
Bakura smiled. She was jealous. She thought he had another women and the thought was eating at her. He almost laughed as he bent down and kissed her neck near her shoulder. “You’re a fool.” He said licking all the way up to her ear moving her hair out of the way as he did so. He tugged on her ear with his teeth. “I can hardly stand hanging around one women what makes you think I’d torture myself with another.” He bite her ear again and kissed down her neck wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Well your no picnic either.” She huffed feeling like a fool all over again.
“I can think of a way you can make it up to me.” He said pressing her back against him so she could feel his hardness against her ass.
“You’re an asshole you know that.” She said looking over he shoulder at him.
“No. I’m a man.” He licked her ear again, picked her up and threw her on the bed. She
sat up and watched him remove his clothes and turned away when he pulled the last of it off. She
hadn’t really seen or done anything to him since the bath they had together.
He was standing by the bed and he took hold of her and pulled her closer to the edge
where he once again guided her hand to where he most wanted it. “Look at me.” He said and she
looked up half afraid. Her heart pounding as her hand caressed him. “I want you to taste me.”
He said putting his hand through her hair.
She didn’t have to ask what he meant. She wasn’t naive. She gulped she wasn’t sure if
she could do what he was asking of her. She wished they were in the bath right now so she could
just use her hand. But she felt his eyes on her and she lowered her gaze to his private area. She
would have to move her head down far to reach him as the bed was kinda low.
She bowed her head then and took chance to the wind and touched her tongue to his tip. ~That wasn’t so bad.~ She thought letting her tongue slide over him as her hand still made its
move up and down. She heard him moan and he even tried to hold back from thrusting up into
mouth. Never had he ever been considerate to a women before. Even those virgins he took he
had been rough and violent. He got off on their screams of pain.
No. Kibo was different she wasn’t just a one night for him. He got off just watching her
sleep. He had grown to know her since their first encounter. He cared though he’d never come
right out and say it. He had some one to protect even though he would never say so around
others. She was his secret. A secret he planned never to reveal as there were many out there who
would want to harm her to get at him. She was his weakness and she didn’t even know it.
Kibo was still trying to get the courage to do anything further with her mouth then what
she was already doing. His hands were wrapped up in her long hair but he did try to force her
head to do anything. Timidly but with some confidence she took him into her mouth. She heard
him gasp inward his hands tightened in her hair as she moved down feeling his length in her mouth
and moving her tongue as well. All the while her hand still gripped him while her other hand came
to rest of his rump.
She smiled mentally. She finally got to grip his ass. She moved her head back up and off him and licked him from base to tip becoming very brazen to try new things. Using her thumb she rotated it over his sensitive split at the top and he thrust upward at her. He liked that. She reveled in the thought as she continued. He was groaning more now almost pulling heir hir his chest heaving. She had the power right now and it felt good.
Finally she gave into taking him into her mouth again only this time on her way up she
sucked hard enough to make him give a very tormented cry and then she felt his hot seed rush into
her mouth. It was not at all very nice tasting but she swallowed fast in fear that if she spit he
would be offended.
She released him and found herself leaning her head onto his abs. Both her hands gripping his rump. His untangled his hands from her hair and pushed her back on the bed he lay down next to her but didn’t touch her to her relief. She was very nervous at the thought and pushed it aside when she heard a loud snore sound from the other side of her.
A slight strange feeling of disappointment ran over her and she lay there confused. How
did she really feel?

Please R&R