School Girls' Stories - Year 3

Chapter 3 – So We Meet Again

“Fuji,” Devilin moaned, pushing deeper inside of his wayward girlfriend, holding her closer and keeping her held against him. Fuji kissed his lips, his cheeks, and his neck, the whole times her hands pushing at his chest, trying to escape from his grasp the whole time she was enjoying his writhing.

“Devilin,” she moaned, but this was a moan of complaint, whether he wanted it to be or not. “I have to go to school, and you are supposed to go back to Mom and Teiyoku. They keep calling and asking about you, I’m not supposed to be covering for you.”

Fuji rolled away from him, pushing off of the bed. Her head was so jumbled with feelings she was lost amidst. The things he did to her body, when he touched her, the heat that rose, she wanted nothing but to be with him, but at the same time her heart did not belong to him, she felt too level-headed. What type of relationship was this? It was not a healthy one.

“I know,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, “but I just love the feel of you close to me, and I wanted to remind you of all of the things we are together before I do return home.”

Fuji gave off a leering smile and turned her head to look him in the eyes, though it was awkward with her back against his chest the way it was. “My sweet Devilin, I can never forget what you are to me,” she said softly, her lips brushing against his skin as she spoke, “but if you do not return home I will never receive the grades I am determined to receive. Please, be gone when I return today.” With those callous words she pushed away from him and stood, hopping over to the shower to dress.

Through the closed door and the running hot water that splashed over her body, blushing her soft delicate skin, Fuji could hear Devilin’s breathing as he leaned against that closure between them. “You still are wearing his ring.”

Fuji did not answer him, she let the soap bubbles wash over her and run from her hair down into the drain. It was not worth a response. She did not know why she wore the ring still. At first it was for the luck, to feel the hot band around her finger, reassuring her that there was one more person out there who believed in her, and now it seemed she wore it to feel the heat of Devilin’s jealousy. The more jealous he became the more Fuji liked to polish the ring, and the more he wanted to be with only her. Fuji knew it was twisted of her, and she had been trying so hard to just become a normal woman, but more and more she felt the blood of her mother running through her veins and forming whom she would be.

Fuji stepped out of the shower to find the door ajar ever so slightly. She wrapped the towel quickly around her body and stepped out, and onto a small pink piece of paper. She lifted her wet foot and looked down at the red writing on the pink paper. Though the two colors blended well she could read the words perfectly. “I love you.” Strewn into a path to her front door were strips of pink paper, with words of love and caring scrawled across them in Devilin’s scribbling handwriting. At the door was a final note, “I will return next weekend,” and with that he had left the apartment.

Fuji sighed, but she smiled. He was trying to be perfect, and sometimes she thought he was, but then there were nights when all she could see in the dark were his red eyes and she wondered what was really behind those eyes.

~*~

“Fuji!”

“Amatsu, good morning,” Fuji greeted politely, her ex-fiancé, lover, and friend rushing up to greet her.

“Good morning,” Amatsu said, brushing strands of auburnesque hair out of his eyes. He had let his hair grow in the last few weeks and now it was longer than Fuji ever remembered him keeping it. There was something appealing about the wisp of strands as they fell over his eyes, the light summer breeze lifting them and moving them along his face. He looked out of place in an elite school looking like such a playboy. “You are looking flushed this morning,” he continued.

Fuji flushed even deeper at the memory of her morning, and Devilin’s many confessions of love in paper. “It has been a busy morning,” she said, walking beside Amatsu towards her first class. She was embarrassed to admit that Amatsu was taking a much higher class than her, but he had nearly three of four years of college on her.*

“Were you studying?” he asked cautiously, though he knew perfectly well the answer was no. For a smart girl she was making some of the most imprudent decisions, including having yet to crack open a book. He could not help but notice the new binding on the books she carried, and granted it had only been two weeks of school so far, but his books were already starting to bang around every day as he opened, reopened, and adjusted.

“Of course I was,” Fuji continued the lie, though her face was turning redder by the moment.

Amatsu reached out and gripped Fuji’s elbow, knowing very well if she did not desire dropping her books upon the floor she would have to keep her arms locked and go with him wherever he pulled her, almost an appealing thought.

He pulled her over to a secluded corner, pushing her into the corner and hiding her with his body. He bent down, over her, looking in her gem-like eyes and smiling beautifully down at her. “Don’t lie to me,” he told her, his voice a whispering breeze of his scent, his taste, and laughter against her face. “I know what you were up to, you have the smell of him all over your body.”

Fuji, logically, would have known this was untrue. She had taken a shower right after their tryst, as she often did. She could not stand the feel of a man’s love still clinging to her body, the smell of them to remind her constantly through the day, it made her ill, though Shai’s explanation was that it was because Fuji was, quite honestly, horny. Fuji hated that word and shuddered at even the thought.

“Amatsu, you have no-”

“Don’t tell me I have no right to be jealous,” he snarled at her, his handsome voice turning to something feral in an instant. “I have every right. You belonged to me once, and I told you, you will belong to me again. Tell me you love Devilin and only Devilin and I will leave you alone.” Fuji opened her mouth to speak, but only a squeak came out. “Tell me,” he whispered, his lips drawing even closer to her, and she still did not speak. “Tell me,” he continued, his lips upon her neck, drawing out a heat he had rarely felt in his own girlfriend when she had belonged to him. She had been so standoffish, and now she was a wild animal hidden beneath that beautiful calm exterior, and he wondered if he really had Devilin to thank for releasing something in her she had been afraid to let go of.

Just as suddenly Amatsu pulled away, sneering down at Fuji, not unkindly, but with a winning sneer, a knowledge in his own gem-like eyes. “I will see you after class,” he explained nastily, the heat in his voice dying as he became another friend in the crowd. “Maybe we will have lunch,” he added flippantly, with no intention of keeping the date if she decided it was a good idea. For once he would toy with her, if just a little.

~*~


“I didn’t expect you to come.”

“I didn’t expect you to know I came home.”

“You missed a lot in the year you were away.” Danko sat across from Kaori in the booth that Kaori had carefully slid into, her bulging stomach growing larger with the passing weeks. Now no one could suspect her of anything but being a pregnant woman. Her only saving grace was the simple gold band she wore around her finger. No one but she knew that it was the gold band that Nakago had given her before she left with money he had earned working in construction and any other spare jobs he could find, something to keep himself busy while his sister and lover made love to her husband.

“Yuki told me a few things,” Kaori admitted, though admittedly her sister told her far less than she would admit. Yuki seemed to blame Kaori for everything, even Nakago’s near rape of her, and Yuki, while forgiving, was having a harder and harder time forgiving her older sister. Yuki spit things out at Kaori the way Kaori had spat things out at her, and for the last few weeks since Kaori had returned it had remained this way.

“Who’s baby is it?” Danko asked. Kaori did not even hope to detect the bit of concern her friend had.

Kaori looked down sadly at her trembling fingers. “It is Nakago’s.”

“You know that for sure?” Danko asked.

Kaori nodded and sighed. “I only made love to my husband once that whole month, he was off at the strip clubs, or drinking with his friends. I don’t think even he remembers that he and I were rarely together. Nakago, however, warmed my bed more than on occasion that month.”

“What are you going to do?”

“What are you going to do?” Kaori asked back, her eyes hard once more. “Yuki told me you have…”

“AIDS,” Danko said bluntly. She reached over and gripped her pack of cigarettes, sliding one from the pack. “Yeah.”

The silence was heavy while Danko took a drag on that cigarette, reveling in a taste that was supposed to be cancer, but knowing she would die long before that stick omitted death upon her. “I didn’t contract it,” Kaori finally blurted out. “I didn’t get it from that one time with that man.”

Danko bit down on the end of the cigarette before she angrily killed the cigarette in the ashtray and blew the smoke in Kaori’s face. “I’m happy for you,” Danko snapped. “I’m so happy that everything worked out in your favor, and here I am, screwed again. It’s no wonder that I’m slowly losing my mind.”

“What about Fuji?” Kaori asked. “I heard the two of you had been close for a while.”

Danko let out a loud sigh before she reached for the edge of the table, sliding herself out of the booth and away from the woman who had once been her friend. “She writes me, often actually, and she calls once in a while. She actually still tries to keep in touch unlike someone I know. I only came to make sure you didn’t get it,” Danko snapped. She didn’t want her friend to have the disease, she didn’t want her to die in the same horrible way Danko would, so why did she feel so angry that the worst Kaori had was her pregnancy, and Danko was not stupid. Kaori would leave that child to the Oshidoris and it would be the end of it. This was not how life was supposed to work out, not for her, not for any of them.

“Funny how our childish games made us grow up faster than we wanted to,” Danko sneered at Kaori. “You became soft, and I get to die.” With that Danko stormed out of the small diner, not even touching the drink she had ordered.

Kaori lifted herself from the booth, sliding out carefully. She looked down at the table, at the two untouched drinks and shook her head. “I am not soft,” she insisted to the empty seats before she walked out.

*author’s note, Solly doesn’t remember how many years, this will be fixed sooner or later.