School Girls' Stories - Year 2

Chapter 5 – Devilin

Fuji paced in her room, waiting, thinking, and not knowing what to do with herself. It had been two days of living with Devilin, and every day she yearned to go back to Shinji and Shai’s home. She promised she would stay, though, and she always kept her promises, but he was making it very hard for her.

In a matter of two days he had been everywhere she needed to go. When she wanted to relax in the hot tub, he had already been in there. He had casually told her just to join him, but she said she could wait. She took a hot bath instead. She had looked at that body, full of perfect muscles for a fifteen-year-old boy, a smile that was as devilish as his name applied, and eyes the color of a red rose, and her knees had gone weak.

When she had gone to her private bathroom first thing in the morning, she had found him in there, luxuriously taking a shower. He had turned to her, full frontal nudity and all, and had smiled and asked her to join him. She had rushed out.

In the afternoons when she went to make lunch he seemed to always know when she would be cooking and he would come down and sit himself in the chair behind the stove and start talking to her. Sometimes about the weather, sometimes about politics, and often sliding something in about the beautiful smile that she offered to everyone but him. She told him to leave her alone, and then he reminded her she was supposed to be nice.

Today she was refusing to even leave her room. If she went out there, he would be there, wherever it is that she was going he would find her. The boy was nice, he was, but there was something far more underlying about him than he was letting on. Normal guys did not enjoy just being around the house and trying the patience of the older girl.

She was the older one. She should be setting a good example by kicking his… no no, that was what had her kicked out of school. She needed to reel in her temper and try something else.

“You look flustered.” Fuji nearly dropped dead from fright as the voice traveled over the room and reached her ears. She flung herself around and found Devilin standing in the doorway of the bathroom watching her intently. He was dressed in nothing more than a towel, his long dark hair wet and plastered around his body. He had used her bathroom again.

“How long have you been sitting in my bathroom?” Fuji asked sharply, trying her hardest not to look down at the bulge underneath his towel, though her cheeks were flushing hot with blood and she was having a hard time hiding it.

“Long enough to hear you pacing for a while,” Devilin admitted, stepping out a bit further, his wet body dripping water onto her carpet. “Your leg isn’t even bothering you, is it?”

Fuji stopped, not even having noticed that there was no pain in her stride, but now that he mentioned it the pain shot threefold through her leg. She let out a loud gasp and fell to the floor in a small heap. She felt the cramp start in her upper thigh and work up towards her pelvis and down into her calf. She would have screamed if she had the breath left.

Devilin rushed over to her and took her in his arms, leaning her to a sitting position against him. “Your pain is in your mind,” he explained to her. “You are the one willing yourself to be a crippled person, not the damage done to you.”

“What do you know about it?” Fuji screeched, pushing at him to move him away from her. “You have no idea what I have been through. You weren’t there.”

Devilin did not release her, just held her in his arms and pulled her close to his body. “I know more than you think I know.”

Fuji pushed harder until they both fell away from each other. She gathered herself together and turned to push from the floor, and found herself facing a nearly completely open towel. Covered once more in her embarrassment she closed her eyes and buried her face in the floor. “Could you please leave my room?” she asked as kindly as she could from the carpet.

Devilin sat up and readjusted his towel, watching Fuji’s face garnish with flecks of red embarrassment. He smiled to himself and stood over her, knowing she would have problems looking up, because she would look up and under his towel. “I am just trying to help you,” he explained to her.

“You could help me by being less of a pest,” Fuji grumbled. “I have enough to worry about without you being here to make things more complicated.”

“What do you have to worry about?” asked Devilin. “What color nail polish will match your outfit? Or that you won’t be able to buy that fur coat because its two hundred dollars out of your one thousand dollar spending limit?”

Fuji pushed up to a sitting position and glared up at Devilin. He was baiting her and she could not care less, she was going to take it. “Is that why you are stalking my every move?” she snapped at him. “You are jealous of me? Things aren’t as easy around here as that.”

Devilin crossed his arms against his chest. Bits of water shaking from his arms fell onto her, and she knew her shirt was damp from having leaned against him. “You think I’m trying to make you feel miserable on purpose?”

“Yes,” Fuji snapped. “You don’t seem to have any other reason to tease me other than you think I should be happy, and I’m acting miserable for no good reason. I’m not just some spoiled rich girl.”

“Have you ever wanted for anything in your life?” Devilin asked, and this time his voice was not condescending. It was just a question asked from one person to another.

“Of course I have,” Fuji snapped. “But just because I am not wanting for material things does not mean my life is perfect.”
“So, poor little rich girl syndrome?” Devilin asked.

Fuji was suddenly tired of looking up at him. Gripping onto the edge of the bed for support she pushed herself into a standing position and looked over at him. She stood nearly eye to eye with him and crossed her own arms against her chest, though her arm hurt her more than her leg did.

“Do I look to you like I’ve had an easy year?” Fuji asked him, her anger nearly ready to snap. “I was stalked, nearly killed, and found out my dead father is really alive. However, you did not hear me complaining about it.”

“No, you are above that,” Devilin snapped. “Instead you don’t work or exercise your leg so it hurts every time you even move it. You sulk without having to really sulk, and you treat your mother horribly. Oh, I heard the conversation you had with her the other day.”

Fuji rolled her eyes. “I don’t need another stalker,” she snapped. “Get out of my room.”

Devilin threw his hands up in surrender. “I was just trying to make a point to you, hot stuff.”

Fuji reached over to one of the throw pillows on the bed and threw it at Devilin’s face. He caught it with ease. “Do NOT call me hot stuff,” she snapped. “Do not enter my room or private bathroom again, and do not, ever, walk around here half-dressed again unless you want to find out why I was expelled from school.”

“Expelled?” Devilin asked, holding the pillow against his chest. “Now that I did not know about you.”

“How do you know all of this stuff?” Fuji asked, shaking her head slightly in exasperation.

“Uncle Teiyoku, of course,” Devilin said, taking a step towards the door and readying to leave.

Fuji sighed, almost willing to stop him and apologize for snapping, but he started it. Didn’t he? She did not even know any longer. She just watched him leave the room and gently close the door behind him, leaving her with her own thoughts.