School Girls' Stories

Chapter 27 – Kago’s Obsession

Kago smiled at Yuki from across the couch. His parents had both left for the evening, leaving Yuki and Kago to their own devices. He kept looking over at Yuki and wishing it was someone else on the other side of the couch, and regretting it. He had done too many bad things, too many things with loose women, and too many drugs with Nakago on the side. He knew he had to try to lead a normal life. He had to at least make an attempt.

Kago scooted closer to Yuki on the couch, wrapping his arm around her shoulder gently. “Yuki,” he said softly, whispering into her ear. “I think it’s time we went a little further than we have been going.”

Yuki’s innocent eyes widened farther than was possible. It would have been comical if Kago had not been feeling so sick to his stomach. “Do you mean like, to third base?” she asked of him.

He shook his head, giving her a coy smile. “No,” he said softly, placing his lips upon her chapped ones. “I mean all of the way.”

Yuki did not hesitate. “Okay.”

Kago looked at her surprised. “What?” he asked her.

“Okay,” she said again with determination. “I want to do it.”

Kago raised an eyebrow her way. “You do not feel like you are giving in too easily?”

Yuki shook her head and smiled. “If you compare it to my friend’s choices, and my sister’s, I made the best choice. I chose a normal guy, who is only a year older than me, and I have known forever. There is barely anything I do not know about you.”

That’s what you think, he thought, but kept his words to himself. “All right,” he said with little ceremony. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs with him and into his room. He laid her down and gazed down at her. What she took for a loving gaze was him trying to figure out what it was he saw in her. She was flat, she had no hips, she may be tight when he enters her, but what else did she have going for her?

Kago stripped her of her clothes and looked to her and wanted to close his eyes. She was not ugly, she was far from hideous, she just was not his type. His type was, well, Fuji. He always fucked girls with her physique, with her auburn hair, with green eyes even if they did not match her aquamarine ones. Each one had a trait similar to Fuji, and he could not find it in Yuki.

He closed his eyes while fucking her, feeling her moan and writhe under him, and all he did was picture Fuji. He pictured what Fuji would look like under him, wrapped around him, her mouth open to his kisses and his love. He kissed Yuki while pumping into her, feeding her his body and throwing her for a curve. She moaned, and took her small amounts of pleasure, then grew bored.

After it was all over Yuki curled up to his back and held him until he fell asleep. It was Yuki, however, who could not sleep peacefully afterwards. She had felt Kago pulling away from her, and she knew more than she let on. She knew Kago was in love with Fuji, and lately he seemed to be confirming it more and more.

Yuki slipped out of the bed and decided to be nosey. It took her a long time to find what she was looking for. Kago had groups of pictures, though only one was of Fuji alone. All of the pictures featured Fuji, and on a few of them other people had been cut out so that Fuji was the only one to focus on.

Yuki sighed and wondered what was so special about the girls around her that she didn’t have. Sure, her breasts were flat, unlike Fuji and Shai’s, and she wasn’t a raging slut like her sister, but was she a horrible person? She thought she had such a nice optimistic personality, was that not what guys wanted?

Yuki went to pick up the letters that Kago had written to Fuji and had never shown her when something else dropped out of the photos and onto the floor. She reached down and picked up a newspaper article, an article about something that Yuki had heard about on the news, briefly. She went through all of the papers, finding articles on sick, dark things. None of them related except that they were all about deaths and rapes.

Yuki shifted and read through them. Was this proof that Kago had a disturbed mind? Was Kaori right that Yuki was looking for someone like Nakago?

Kago rolled over in his sleep and it was enough to make Yuki put everything back where it was. She was deeply disturbed by this part of his mind, his obsession with Fuji and murder and rape, but it also could be just that: an obsession. There were young men and women who wrote about sex and murder all of the time and posted them on fanfiction sites, why wasn’t it possible that he just was simply interested in it, like those people?

Yuki curled up beside Kago, afraid to touch him, and fell asleep trying not to think of what she had seen.