Dedications: To the members of BI!
Always And Forever
By: Lynzi Knight
Rating: NC-17
Part III: It'll Blow Your Mind
She glanced around at the empty hallway. It had led her to the closest bathroom. She was grateful for that at least. Sighing loudly, Hitomi pushed the door open. She went in quietly and sauntered over to the full-length mirror on the far wall. She looked at herself in disbelief and satisfaction. She rolled her sea-green eyes and smirked as she looked down at the skirt, boots, and the white, transparent shirt. I look like a slut, or else a hooker looking for a good time around the school grounds! Something like a little lost schoolgirl, she thought in slight amusement. Most of the girls probably think that I?m just some whore looking for a good time with one of their men. And the guys! They probably think I?m some sort of sex symbol now. Hmm.
She would?ve thought more upon her situation and about her clothing, but the door suddenly opened and someone had quietly slipped in completely unseen. Hitomi turned to look at who had come in. And found no one there. That was odd. Why had she needed to look over her shoulder? To make sure? Make sure of what, though? Wouldn?t she have been able to spot whoever had come in through the mirror in front of her? Yeah? She could?ve done that, but no one had?come in. Hitomi shrugged and decided that it was time to go and watch her friend sing. As she reached the door, an uncomfortable feeling settled within her bones. Suddenly an arm wrapped itself around her neck as she reached out for the handle on the door. She was pulled back roughly against someone.
Warm breath touched her cheek. It smelt like beer, and strawberry bubble gum. ?Did you think you could run from me, Hitomi? You can?t run very far obviously.? The tone was mocking, dangerous.
The unknown person closed their eyes and buried their face into her long sandy hair. Inhaling the heavenly scent, they groaned loudly in pleasure. Must be her shampoo. Peaches, they thought, feeling their mind swim in the thoughts of getting the woman pinned against the wall that separated the door from the entire washroom itself.
The person ran a hand through her hair. Hitomi felt something hard press itself against the rise of her derriere. She blinked, trying to pull away from them and from the revolting feeling deep inside. ?Amano? I should?ve known!? She shook her head, disgusted. ?You?re a such a pig. We?re over. Don?t you know that? It?s. Over,? she bit out through tightly clenched teeth. Didn?t he understand?
Amano slowly removed his arm from her neck. She sighed quietly in pure relief and took a step towards the door, but was stopped by a pair of cold hands that felt like the dead. They gripped her slender shoulders tightly, the fingers digging into her delicate flesh painfully. Hitomi was abruptly and effortlessly spun around. She found herself face-to-face with Amano, the man she seemed to loathe now. The young woman bit her lower lip and glared icily at him. ?What do you want from me, Amano??
He didn?t answer her. He didn?t have to?the answer was evident in his eyes. And on his body. Her eyes swept over his face once before he crushed his mouth to hers. She couldn?t breathe?she hadn?t been able to inhale quickly enough. Hitomi squirmed beneath him, trying to get away, but he tightened his grip. His fingers dug in deeper. His tongue darted past his open lips and brushed across her firmly shut ones. She tried to twist her head from side to side now. A mordant smile curved his lips as he thrust his tongue past her lips, assaulting her mouth ruthlessly. His tongue rubbed up against hers in a manner that had bile rising in the back of her throat. She felt her stomach heave a few times, lift itself higher and higher towards her esophagus, reaching for her mouth.
She had to get away from this.
Had to get away from him.
Hitomi began to fidget desperately, trying to get away before she threw up. But her movements were all ineffective. She couldn?t help it as his fingernails broke through her flesh, drawing blood?she groaned loudly in pain.
?That?s it, Hitomi. Give yourself to me. Only me!? he whispered feverously against her mouth, rocking his pelvis forward. The rigidity touched the lower part of her belly.
A million thoughts ran through her head as she managed to tear her lips away from his, and then her entire body from the rest of his grasp. She stared at him, backing away slowly. Bewilderment, revulsion, and fear clouded her eyes. While watching him, she collected the saliva from the inside of her mouth. And spit loudly at his face. Amano snarled loudly, angrily, and backhanded her powerfully. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed off the hollow, stall walls, as well as her yelp of surprise, and pain. Blood trickled from her nose, slid over her lips, down her chin, and landed on her white shirt. It didn?t look out of place with the blood that decorated her shoulders. Lifting a hand to her nose, she pressed her fingers into the crimson and then brought it inches away from her face to see. It oozed down the length of her fingers and anger flared through her body.
Grunting loudly, she lashed out her heeled foot, connecting successfully with Amano?s left thigh. Her foot skimmed the length of it until it landed against his groin. Amano let out a cry of pain and doubled over slightly, his hands cupping his crotch. Hitomi gulped heavily and blindly groped for the door handle behind her, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her. Her fingers found the handle. She yanked the door open and ran out into the hallway, grateful to be away from him. She silently cursed it for being so empty. Hitomi inhaled deeply, beginning to run, when she heard the bathroom door bounce loudly off the wall. And Amano?s voice shouting out to her.
?Hitomi! This isn?t the last time you?re going to hear from me! You can?t escape me. Or the guys! We?ll be watching you. And then we?re going to strike.? He was pissed off. However, she didn?t believe a word he said. They were all just a bunch of empty threats.
Veering around the corner sharply, she entered another empty hallway. Hitomi spotted the door that led down into the cafeteria. Sending out a silent thanks to God, she threw the door open and took the stairs two at time. She tried not to trip and fall face-first down the steep flight of stairs. ?Don?t let Amano catch up. Please don?t let Amano be following me,? she whispered under her breath, reaching up to wipe away the blood on her upper lip and chin.
?Hitomi,? someone called out to her. ?Hitomi! Over here!? The voice was frantic, girlish.
Hitomi stopped dead in her tracks and began to anxiously look around the nearly full canteen. She then spotted Yukari jumped up and down. She was waving her arms madly. Letting out a breath of relief, Hitomi waved back, trying not to draw attention to herself. She began to make her way towards her friend. As she approached her, Yukari raised a dark eyebrow and whistled a low note. ?Hitomi? You?re bleeding! Who?d the hell you beat up? I bet it was that Kaori Mitsuda chick.?
?I didn?t beat up anyone, Yukari!? Hitomi wailed. Her voice hadn?t carried over the loud chatter and noise of the cafeteria. ?It?s nothing. Just forget about it.?
Yukari watched how her friend appeared slightly agitated. She cocked her head to the side. ?Hitomi? Do you want to?talk about it or something??
Hitomi shook her head and had to smile. Good old Yukari, she thought in silent gratitude. ?No, Yukari. Thanks for the offer, but it?s completely all right. You?re still in choir, right?? Her eyes drifted over to the blue doors.
?Oh, yeah! Shit. I completely forgot about that!? She slapped her palm to her forehead. ?Come on, let?s hurry back before he catches me out here.?
?Yeah. I don?t want to get you in trouble.? Hitomi chuckled uneasily.
Yukari hadn?t caught the troubled laugh. Instead, she grinned and grabbed her arm. Together they walked to the blue doors that led to the Visual Performing Arts area.
*
Allen groaned loudly, trying to push aside the pounding headache that viciously assaulted his head. He sat up slowly, resisting the urge to retch. He blinked away the bright glow to his eyes and looked around. It was new to him. It was strange. It was the Mystic Moon. ?Van! Hey, Van, wake up!? His eyes continued to drift around, looking at the new things and land. ?We have to go look for Hitomi.?
Van grunted, sat up, and lightly scratched his head. His stomach lurched and he immediately brought a hand to cover his mouth. ?I think I?m going to be sick.? He groaned again, his eyes slowly drooping. ?Are we on the Mystic Moon?? he asked from behind his hand, looking around, his words muffled. He, too, had to blink away the intense radiance that coated his eyes.
A bright red car that had Toyota on the front window drove past them. The Knight Caeli nodded slowly, his eyes following it. ?I would imagine so. Where would she be at the moment?? He turned his gaze on the younger man.
The King slowly straightened, standing at full height, and stretched. ?I wouldn?t know.? He shrugged. ?But I do remember her once mentioning that she had to get up early in the morning some days. Also she?d have to go to some place called?oh, what was the name? Ah. School. That?s where she had to go almost everyday.? His eyes followed a black, pimped out Honda Civic as it drove by, honking at them.
Allen stood, brushed himself off, and chuckled loudly.
?What?s so funny, Allen? I find nothing funny about the situation that we?re in at the moment,? Van scolded him heavily, his eyes narrowed.
Allen shrugged, brushing aside the hard tone. ?I believe we have found our first place to look.? He pointed to the school that stood on the other side of the street. ?Shall we??
He then grinned from ear to ear. The wind picked up his long tresses of blonde, throwing them across his face. He began to head towards the school, reaching up to pick his hair from his face and pin it behind his ears. That did no good, the breeze continued to have fun with his hair. Van caught up with his friend, and fell in step beside him. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the light brown pants shifting along the flesh of his legs as he walked, with a disgruntled snort. A million thoughts raced through his mind for the safety of his friend, the one who had aided him, loved him in his time of peril. What was he going to do about her when he finally found her?
?What?s the matter, Van??
?I don?t really know.? Van shrugged, feeling remorse fill his heart. ?Probably the fact that we have no way of returning to Gaea?? He kicked at some pebbles.
Allen frowned, his forehead scrunching lower against his blonde brow. ?That isn?t true. Hitomi might have the pendant, the one she wore during the Destiny War. She?ll get us back?hopefully, Van. There is no need for you to worry about that.?
The King nodded absently, continuing to lash out at his stones. Allen glanced over at his friend, and then smiled a gentle smile. ?Come on, cheer up! We will find her, Van. That?s a promise. Besides, I?m sure there aren?t many places to hide in this huge?school of hers. She?ll be somewhere.?
Van barely heard him, as they both passed a group of guys and girls dressed in uniform?the same uniform that Hitomi had been dressed in when they had spent their time together. He gave them a lifted eyebrow look that read: you are all weird, don?t look at me or I?ll drive my sword through your chests. The students within the cluster watched them with looks that gave off the impression that they were revolting and, at the same time, fascinating. Van couldn?t blame them, however, for their curious, disgusted looks. They were from a planet far away, from a land where they knew no customs as those on the Mystic Moon.
Van growled suddenly under his breath. His hand then glided through the air and went to grasp the hilt of his sword. Allen, hearing the feral noise, shot him a fleeting look and placed a restraining hand to his shoulder. The muscles in Van?s arms, back, everywhere, bulged as they bunched out together under the tension he had while trying to control his abrupt bout of anger. ?Don?t, Van. We?re here to look for Hitomi, not to kill these people, or make a scene.?
He took his hand from the sword, clenching it into a tight fist to control his quick anger. He nodded hesitantly, slowly, biting out under his breath, ?All right. Let?s go find her then, and let?s make sure to split right after we have her. I don?t think I could last that long on this foreign planet.?
Van then reached out, grasping the handle of the heavy front door. He yanked it open with ease. ?All right, Allen?? He looked around, confusion drawing his brows together. ?Which way are we supposed to go to find this woman??
Allen understood perfectly, the feeling his friend had, the anxiety to get off here as soon as possible. That feeling was lingering, ever since they had landed. Bad sensations chilled the marrow in his very bones. He could already sense it, could Van? He chewed his lower lip after sucking it between his teeth. ?I honestly cannot begin to tell you. I don?t really know where she could be. Hey, how about we split up? You go one way and I?ll go the other. Sound fair and easy to figure out??
The perplexed expression remained. ?All right, I?ll meet with you in the middle of this prison??
Allen nodded, turned around, and began to head down the almost empty hallway. Van sighed heavily, raked his fingers through his hair, and began to look for a set of stairs that lead down into the basement, if there even was one to begin with.
*
Hitomi absently crossed a leg over the other, while applauding with force. She could feel her breasts jiggle from the movement. She could also feel the hungry, curious for more stares from the males and the malicious looks from the females. She felt her lips form a cruel smirk. She sent it out to the girls, while reserving the wiggling of the fingers for the drooling guys. As the choir launched into another dynamic song, Hitomi began to feel a sharp throbbing at the back of her head. Nausea washed over her body. Her stomach constricted, and then heaved a dry heave. She winced, closing her eyes. Her head dropped to her chest, as she leaned forward, her long hair falling from its place behind her ears to cover her face from any more spectators.
The unexpected smell of beer that filled her nostrils to burn her brain was overwhelming, the stench just down right revolting. Hitomi felt warm breath dance along her cheek. It send a prickling chill down her spin. The fingers that began to prod and pinch at her body were cold, heartless, and invisible. Why couldn?t she respond? Her hands lifted to her head on their own, as if each finger held a small brain within that sent thousands and thousands of signals to the different parts of her hands. The tips of her fingers massaged her temples gently, firmly. I swear I?m going crazy. What is going on, what?s happening to me, she wondered quietly, feeling the shock course throughout her veins.
All of a sudden, the sounds of man voices rose from their dull hum to a mind breaking brawl of cries and shouting. Were they shouting at her? She just couldn?t tell; they were all around. Everything hurt. Everything was spinning. Hitomi shook her head to clear them away. Her eyes slid open, and she found herself staring down at her thighs. Droplets of water, cold and reassuring, slid down the side of her leg, as she shifted uncomfortably in her hard, metal chair. She then realized that sweat was what coated her face, stuck her clothes to her body. She brought a trembling hand up and swiped at the perspiration. It shimmied down the length of her slender fingers. I think I am going crazy. I?m now starting to hear things.
Hitomi moaned gently. The familiar pulsating feeling was increasing by the minute, and was now engulfing her entire head to its agony. It throbbed the most behind her eyes, right where she was able to see everything, including the visions that haunted her dreams, plagued her life. She brought the wet, shaky hand back up to her head, placing her fingers along her eyes. The stage lights from the bleachers where the singer stood and sang hurt her eyes. She had a moment to gather her few sane thoughts before it hit her. Blurry at first, the voices were slightly muffled and yet understandable, as they swapped conversation.
?Goddamnit, Hitomi! Why can?t you ever listen to me? Why didn?t you listen to my words in the first place? None of this shit would?ve ever happened if only you had agreed,? someone yelled out at from nowhere. There was no one around, none that she could see. She was completely blind to them.
She tried to focus on the hazy faces around her, but they were shrouded in shadows and rippled like water caught in a breeze. Hitomi felt a hard hand connect with the side of her face. She stumbled back in the dark, hitting something cold and bumpy. She yelled out, bringing a hand to her numb and swelling cheek. ?What the hell are you bawling about? Why can?t you just leave me alone! For once in your life?do something right!?
She was sure her screams hadn?t gone unheard of. She then saw it come out at her from the shadow that was surrounding her, but didn?t have the time to block it. It was harsh, relentless. It left a stinging feeling to the other side of her face. The hand was pulled back into the darkness, only to fly out at her once again. Her arms felt like lead. She just couldn?t ward off the assaults. Her head was thrown back savagely from the force behind the impact of the hit. Flesh cracking off of stone echoed around her, hurt her mind. She screamed out, letting her head fall forward into her hands, as she slid to the ground on her knees, her hands pressed against her ears.
?Go away, just leave me alone already,? she cried out, tears silently falling down her cheeks. Her blouse soaked up whatever fell onto it.
Suddenly a rough hand grabbed her by the collar and yanked her up. She was lifted with an effortless attempt. She had her back pressed up against the same icy and jagged wall, but this time by a very athletic and hard, muscular body that most girls would love to run their hands over. ?Come on, Hitomi, be with me?forever,? a gentle, yet firm, voice whispered into her ear, along the defined line of her jaw.
Hitomi only shook her head. A growl of displeasure and disgust echoed. The man leaned forward, then, and roughly crushed his lips to hers without mercy. He groaned lightly at the feel of her tender lips under his. The wanting strokes of his tongue only turned him on even more, as he felt the smooth flesh mold beneath his. He had to smile to himself, as he managed to part her lips with his brusque tongue. Hitomi heard herself moan in pain, as he pressed his lips and body to hers harder in a tighter embrace. His tongue was unyielding, just as his blows. He caressed and play with her tongue, as his hands pulled the shirt from her skirts. He then began to unbutton it from the bottom with clumsy fingers.
She felt him then, cold and dead, as he stroked her flat, toned stomach. Unexpectedly he grasped her left breast hard, hard enough to leave marks. She whimpered, beginning, then, to struggle. This was a nightmare waiting to come true! It couldn?t be possible?. He slipped his hand underneath her bra once it was unclasped, pinching the hardened nub of nerves between callus fingers, rolling it hard, twisting and pulling. He kept her pinned to the wall with his massive body. She moaned again, this time against her will, and tried to kick out at him. He caught her leg between his own with a sinister chuckle.
His tongue darted out of her mouth, sliding down the span of her neck. He licked her throat hungrily, feeling her pulse quicken slightly. In fear, or pleasure? He grinned against her flesh, as he finished undoing her shirt. Dragging the sharp tip of his tongue along the indent of her collarbone, he heard the quick intake of air. Lifting his face, he stared down at the girl between him and the wall. Hitomi couldn?t make out the visage in the shadows. Damnit! A smirk twisted his features, as he lowered his mouth towards her breasts. He whispered softly, ?We?ll be together for all time?just you and I.?
He then began to suckle her breasts hard and fast through the lacy fabric of her bra. She winced at the pain.
Hitomi felt his hands dance down to the small of her back. He forced her to press her lower half against his, to feel what she did to him. She could only gasp in surprise at what she felt there waiting. The firmness of it was unbelievable! He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his hard, aching masculinity along the crest of her womanhood. He laughed a deep, throaty laugh. He took his mouth from her breast and placed it to her ear, the whole time, his tongue teasing her earlobe. ?You like it, don?t you? You want it all, and I know you?ll do a fine suck this time, too.?
She flicked her tongue over her bruised lips for a brief second, as she firmly wedged her hands onto his broad chest. As the intense stench of beer, once again, assaulted her nose, she wrinkled it in repugnance. She felt that she had had enough of this. Narrowing her eyes, she roughly pushed him away from her with all the strength she could muster. He staggered back a few feet, but quickly regained his balance. He jerked his diverted eyes back to her, a slightly stunned look flooding his face. Her shirt was wide open, and her hair all over the place.
Chuckling loudly, he began to slowly make his way back towards her with languid steps. When he was not even a foot away, he quickly lunged for her, grabbing her shoulders, and threw her into the wall. Hitomi felt the back of her head hit the wall with such a force, that it drove stars and tiny ducks to her eyes, and then bounced off like a plastic ball being thrown from child to the ground to a child and then back to meet the ground. She struggled to not fall unconscious, but she felt she had no energy left, or no sense to make out of the situation. The last thing she heard before she fell into the dark hole, were the sounds of evil laughter, followed by a deep, vaguely familiar voice calling out to her from somewhere, and her pendant, swinging back and forth through the air twice to wipe the image and sounds away.
Her eyes flew open. She shot out of her seat. People all around her eyed her suspiciously, curiously, with a frown of disapproval. Hitomi blushed furiously, and bowed forward slightly, as she apologized greatly for the disturbance. She ran out of the choir room, grateful for the solitude. When she reached the end of the hall, she leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily from the run. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably. What was wrong with her these days? Ever since their disconnection, she had been acting differently. She brought a hand to her forehead and slowly sank down to the cool floor. Its touch was heaven to her bare legs. She quietly and slowly slid her big black boots off, not wanting to wear them anymore around the school.
?What was that all about? Was it a vision?? She put her boots together beside her, against the wall. ?Please don?t have it let it been a vision. Maybe, I?I fell asleep and had a bad dream.? She shook her head at the stupid notion. ?I don?t want the visions to come back, I?I gave those up three years ago,? she muttered, her voice quivering in the empty hallway.
Holding her head in both hands, her body was consumed by the sobs she had kept bottled up inside.
Continued?
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