Yuki heard voices from the outside of the stall so she stood up, straitened her skirt and flushed the toilet. As she stepped out from the stall she could smell smoke and saw a group of girls near the window smoking and in a heated debate about who's feet were bigger. She washed her hands then slipped past them and headed out the door. Her painting class was located on the top floor in the south most corner of the hall. When she entered the room was already filled with students who stood along the rounded walls of the tower. Enormous stained glass windows of all colors allowed the sun in to illuminate the empty room. There didn't seem to be anywhere to sit. She glanced at their faces to see if there was anyone in this class that she recognized. Her gaze fell upon the blue haired boy and her heart skipped a beat. She inhaled deeply and tried to calm herself. Maybe he hadn't noticed her come in because his attention was on the floor as usual. A smaller door opened on the opposite side of the room and a very glowy woman emerge wearing a very long and flowing rainbow colored native dress that looked African in style. She was a caramel woman who's skin glittered like diamonds under the light from the multi colored stained glass. Her hair was fluffy and dark. Her brown eyes were almost as large as the golden hoop earrings that rested just above her shoulders. Yuki thought she was unlawfully beautiful. As she made her way to the center platform in the room she jingled from the sounds from her many wrist and ankle bangles. She was barefooted and light like a feathery ballerina. She spun herself around causing her dress to blossom around her like a parachute. When she spoke it was like listening to the ocean sing. "Hello students and welcome to painting 101. My name is Bomboa. As we start this class I would encourage each of you to take a deep breath with me and clear your minds. Breathe in, and out. Very good. Listen your body as you move your self. Sway back and forth and take another deep breath. Move like a flickering flame dancing alone in the dark." The students did as she said. They swayed and some laughed. Yuki took a deep breath in and looked over to blue boy. He stood motionless leaning against a window pane. " Free yourself and let your spirit soar. Yes that's it, let out all your tension and ease your worries. Let it all go." Bomboa's voice drifted around the room. Every student was now in what seemed to be a hypnotic trance. Everyone swayed in the same rhythmic motion and inhaled as a collective whole. Yuki was snapped back to reality. " How about you young man? Are you unable to free yourself?" Yuki looked over at him. "Can you hear me blue one?" The blue boy slowly lifted his head to the teacher and they shared a silent glance for a brief moment before he reached down, grabbed his back and pushed past her and out of the room. The door slammed behind him and everyone dropped from their clouds. Bomboa clapped her hands together to gather the attention back to her. "It's alright class, everyone responds differently and has their own paces. He just needs some time and he will come around. Now then, along the walls you will find easels. Everyone grab one and find a good position so that you are all able to see the center platform." The platform was about 8 feet wide and 3 feet tall with a few steps on all sides. Bomboa stepped stop it and waited for the class to settle. Yuki took the nearest easel she could find and a small folding table. She moved them to the farthest corner of the room from the door where she could see the colorful light from the windows. She found a small stool and dragged it over to her area. Next she pulled out her paints and brushes and fetched herself a tin can of water from the shelf near the sink. Bomboa motioned to the premade canvases on the drying rack so she retrieved one of those as well. Yuki loved to paint. It seemed like second nature to her next to computers so she had a very good feeling about this class. Yuki was ready and so was most of the class. Bomboa inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, lowered her head and dropped her dress around her feet. She was completely nude and glittered so brightly in the light. Yuki was transfixed on her body. She was a golden statue, every inch of her was metallic, even her hair seemed to be iced with sprinkles. Her perky firm breast rested proportionately upon her chest with dark aroused nipples that pointed skyward. Her stomach was flat and muscular. Her behind was pleasantly pump and very round like an apple. Her vagina was clearly visible because the only thing hiding It was a heart shaped portion of golden hair. Her legs were crossed and looked like long slender beach wood. Yuki expected to feel the heat build up inside of herself but there wasn't even a tingle. She was just mesmorized. She smiled to herself and began to paint.
Chapter 2 Part 2 Yumi
History class was located on the other side of the building so after painting class she had to make a dash through the stampede of people that roamed the halls and back down on the 1st floor. When she entered the class there was only one seat left to take. Luckily enough for her it was in the back of the room exactly where she wanted to be. Time passed by but the teacher was late. Yuki was use to being alone. She didn't mind it because growing up she didn't have much of a choice. Her parents were always working at their labs. She was left alone for weeks at a time at a young age and months as she got older until she barely saw her parents. once she entered Highschool she was completely alone. Her only companionship was her computer which she learned to navigate quickly. Yuki went about her as if nothing was missing, or at least she tried. She attended school regularly because it kept her distracted and she loved to learn. She had no friends but did tutor for money. Sometimes she would even hack into the school files and change test scores and report cards for other students which is where she made most of her money. If anyone ever talked to her it was strictly business. And if she wasn't hacking or gaming she was day dreaming. Sometimes she would get lost for hours just staring off into space. The school began to take notice and placed her in special testing classes to see if she had a disorder. As Yuki reached puberty she started to experience strange feelings and tingles and sudden violent urges. Health class didn't explain anything to her that she had questions about. Nothing seemed normal to her. It started as a warmth then spread throughout her entire being and she could feel her soul burning. When she was home alone she found herself in fits of rage. She started shaking then screaming. One day she went into her parents bedroom and tore everything apart. The rage became her. The pain became so extreme that she stood before her bedroom mirror, naked, and started to punch herself in the stomach. Over and over until she was covered in bruises for days. At night she became so heated that she slept in the nude with the A/C on high, in winter. There seemed to be no escape from the despair and deep depression. The pain got to her so severally at school one day and she was forced to stop near her locker and double over in pain. A group of boys noticed and motioned in her direction. She pulled herself back together and put her head into her locker to avoid seeing them. After the pain subsided she grabbed her books, shut her locker and turned around to be face to face with her schoolmate, Yumi. She never really spoke to him but they have been attending school together since the 2nd grade. He must have been amoung the group that was just gawking at her. He looked her over and smiled at her while he spoke. He invited her to a party at his house that weekend and said he would love it if she could attend. Yuki declined and tried to walk around him but he insisted saying it was his birthday and he really liked her. She blushed and agreed. That day after school she went dress shopping because she didn't own anything nice enough to ware to a party. She visited a second hand shop where there was a large rack of dresses to choose from. She tried on a blue, yellow, red and white dress. Each one made her feel awkward and foolish. Just when she about to give up she saw the dress. It was a powdery pink knee length dress with spaghetti straps that bounced when she walked but didn't twirl or sparkle, with minimum frills and no ruffles at all. Yumi pulled open his door a short while after she rang the bell. He looked her up and down, grinned then lead her into the house. Yuki immediately felt that something was very wrong. For a party there was no music and she was in a hallway lined with boys in every direction. They filled every doorway and blocked he exits. She heard the door slam shut behind her and the lock click in place. Then she felt his cold hands on her shoulders. Slowly and forcefully he ushered her forward. " Are your parents home?" "No they are out on business and won't be back until Monday." "Where are the other girls?" "There won't be any others tonight. Just you my darling." He lead her towards an open door as the boys parted and started to pull her down the steep steps to the basement. Yuki hesitated and tried to pull away. "I think this was a mistake. I want to go home." "And leave this party? Baby you are the party!" One of the boys shoved her from behind causing her to fall head first down the stairs. She screamed and hit something hard. Her vision began to blur and her memories became scattered after this point. Bits of horrific nightmares surged through her between blackouts. She felt herself being dragged and hands all over her. The dress was ripped off of her body. She could hear voices arguing beside her. A naked body came down on her and pulled her legs open. She kicked and punched and clawed at him wildly until she felt her arms being restrained by the wrist. She begged and pleaded and screamed for help but they just ignored her. The boy placed himself between her and inserted himself inside. The intense pain was to much and over powered all of her sense. She screamed with every fiber as she felt herself being ripped open from inside. A hand was placed over her mouth to silence her. Tears flowed from her eyes as she continued to struggle free. It felt like hours before he finished and removed himself from her burning abdominal. Yuki started to relax herself but before she fully understood the situation another body was on her. She began to wriggle and scream through wet salty fingers that held her in place. One by one the boys took their turns on her. She drifted in and out of consciencenss and at some points she was released but didn't have the energy to even move. She was used repeatedly for their sickest desires. Every orifice was filled with one of them. Time was meaningless to her and she prayed for death until she didn't feel anything at all. Her gooey sticky body became numb and nothing mattered to her anymore. She saw a bright light swinging above her and she was finally left alone. There were still voices around her but she couldn't understand. She felt herself starting to shiver with cold. The bodies began to disappear and soon the voices did too. Only one remained and she strained to see him clearly until he pressed himself down onto her and inserted himself. As he had his turn with her she could hear herself breathing. Soft at first then harder and heavier along with his thrusts. Suddenly she felt it.
Chapter 2 Part 3 Yumi
Slowly, the new feeling began to over take her. It started as a small pleasant burn then grew into a wild fire igniting her entire body until it felt like she was glowing. Her body began to shake and small moans escaped her throat. Yumi became silent. As her pain began to disappear she looked into the eyes above hers. They looked empty and heartless. Something was happening to him but she wasn't sure what. He fell off of her gasping for breath and clawing at the floor then rushed up the stairs on all fours and slammed the door behind him. Yuki's attention was distraught as she began to phase in and out of conscienceless. Yuki lay on the floor, limp and still depleted. Tears continued to sting her swollen eyes. She tried to move but her body refused. A shuffle could be heard from the room above her and there was shouting. Something clattered onto the floor, another thing shattered. There were multiple thumps and thuds and a few groans of pain then heavy breathing. Yuki lay staring at the ceiling as dust fell through the cracks and settled around her. She waited a moment to see if she could hear anything else. The silence was too much for her. She tried to find a voice and call for help but nothing came out but a squeaky whimper. "Help! Please help." Her vocal cords were useless after all the screaming she had done. Suddenly she heard a small scuttle above as a body moved and thudded away. A door slammed so loudly that Yuki jumped. A few moments later the other began to move and let loose a small painful groan. Yuki waited in absolute silence as the footsteps paced around a bit then the basement door began to creak open as steps began to descend the staircase. He came towards her but her vision was blurred. She made no attempt to shy away, the damage was already done. What more could he do to get to try and break her lonely unloved soul? There was a loud metal clunk as he dropped an empty metal bucket near her feet. He bent down over her and brushed wet matted hair from her face. She looked into his grey eyes and spat with disgust. He ignored it and wiped the spittle from her lips and chin then he grabbed her around the shoulders and began to drag her out of the harsh light and towards a couch. He propped her up beside it and pulled off a pillow to tuck behind her head. He then pulled the bucket over. He sat haunched over it on his knees for a few moments before he pulled out the dripping sponge and brought it over to her. The clean water danced across her skin, washing away all the filth. It was pleasantly cooled and calmed what was left of her soul. He lifted it to her mouth and trickled some onto her lips. She lapped at them thirstily and so he did it again. She drank every drop as she finally gave into the sleep that over took her.
Chapter 2 Part 4 Yumi
When Yuki opened her eyes she was surprised by her surroundings. The memories filled her all at once and she released a devastated moan. There was someone sleeping on her shoulder. Instinctively she pushed him off and got her her feet. She had her strength back and she also noticed she was wearing a shear white nightdress. Yumi, startled awake as Yuki made a mad dash up the stairs. He jumped at her and as he reached out he grabbed her ankle before she got to the top causing her to fall onto the threshold. He began to pul her towards him as she she flailed and kicked at him. Her left hand became tangled in the necklace he wore and as panic took ahold of her she felt a sharp object of some sort on the tiles near her other hand. She yanked her left hand away from him and as the necklace snapped she swung the other. The wet sound of soft skin being sliced filled her ears and flecks of blood dotted her face She felt the grip on her ankle release, pulled herself up the rest of the stairs and fled from the house. She ran as far into the night as she could until she doubled over in stitches of pain in her gut. She found a tree and collapsed at its trunk panting. There was blood covering her right hand so she brought it up to her face for a better look at the object within in hand. She pulled it out and nearly screamed in pain as it dislodged from her bones and flesh. The glass shard shinned under the light of the moon as she chucked it into the darkness and pulled her nightdress to her knees. She gripped one end of it and ripped off a strip long enough to wrap her injured hand. Once the wound was covered she examined the necklace wrapped around her left wrist. A leather cord with a small pendant of a black cross. "Horamuni? Yuki Horamuni, answer the question!" Yuki violently broken from her trance and found her gaze locked with a very angry Professor Zeeler. She shook it off. "Can you please repeat he question?" Other students tried to hold back their giggles. Mr. Zeeler walked back to his desk and sat behind it. He started to make some marks in his green agenda book, before he stood again and called upon another student. "Miss Elma, how many countries are located with the continent of Asia?" Yuki dropped her head into her hands on the desk and sighed deeply. Once class was over she lazily pulled herself to her next class. She walked the halls like a zombie. Void of all happiness and hope. The depression was somewhat overwhelming. No matter how hard she tried to forget her past unexplained bits of it nagged at her. As she walked past the medical wing Yuki could see the other red haired twin in the nurses office. She was bent over the desk and demanding information about her sister who disappeared after first period. Yuki kept walking towards the locker room in the east wing. Once inside she slumped to the furthest set of lockers available and pulled one open. A pleasant and all to peppy voice sounded from behind it. She slammed the door shut to find Alice, already dressed and super excited about something. "Hey you!" Yuki shrugged. "Hey." "What's wrong? Is it about this morning? Wanna talk about it?" Her arm wrapped tightly around Yuki's shoulders but she pulled away and began to undress. "No it's not that. I've just had a lot on my mind is all, and I kinda don't wanna talk about it." Alice seemed content with that because she smiled and bounced away. Yuki dressed in her gym uniform. Red shorts with white stripes on both sides that were just a tad bit longer then her uniform skirt. The top was a plain white tee-shirt with the school crest on it. The heart with a keyhole. Yuki studied this for a moment before pulling the shirt over her head. Lastly she laced on a plain pair of black running shoes with red laces. When done she stowed her pack and clothes in the locker and locked it shut then made her own at to he gymnasium. As she entered the large room she felt more enclosed then in any small classroom. The vibes send shivers down her spine. Alice waved her over and Yuki took a seat cross legged on the newly placed hardwood floors. The teacher entered then. A large muscled bald man with a black sports cap that displayed the school logo. His shirt was plain white with sweat stains around his pits and neck and his shorts were the same but slightly longer. All the boys shorts seamed to be longer, just above the knee. He wore a whistle on a black chain around his neck and began to blow on it before he stopped walking and stood between the students. One by one he called the students names from the roster on his clipboard. He had each student sit with the opposite gender in what came out to be a square shape pattern. Yuki was placed in the back and by herself because she was a "Y" name. Alice was in the front of course, paired with some boy named Brad. The teacher stood before them again and addressed everyone with a thick country western voice. "Alrighty now, my name is Mr. Chase. But y'all can call me Mr. Ace. Before we get into doing some gymnastics we have to focus on getting our bodies limber an used to bending so for the next week weeks y'all will be working in pairs to practice stretching." A yellow haired girl walked into he room then and stood next to Ace with her hands folded behind her back. " This young lady here is my assistant, Miss Tina. She will be in charge when I am not here. She will also be helping me to file papers in my office with me from time to time." He looked her over up and down. She was few years older then Yuki but shorter. Ace clapped his hands together then, regaining attention. He stood behind the girl. "First things first. I am going to show y'all some stretches that require a partner then you will need to practice...." He was interrupted by the squeaking of sneakers jogging across the gym floor. Yuki looked up and saw, Blue Boy.
Chapter 2 Part 5 Yumi
A she began to do her stretching she kept her eyes on the boy. Suddenly Ace pointed at her and the boy's eyes followed his gesture. He nodded and started to jog towards her. Yuki felt the tingle grow inside of her as he ran to her in slow motion. There almost seemed to be stars surrounding him as he strode closer but the mood was quickly broken once he realized who she was. He stopped frozen, looked around hesitantly, then back at the teacher who looked up from his roster and motioned him on with a flip of the wrist. The boy shrugged and continued on his path towards her. It irked her to no end that she could not clearly see his face through his long bangs and she tried every chance she could. As she placed her hands on her hips and began to lean to the side stretch her back, the boy took position behind her where he was out of her site. She stood then with her feet apart and placed her left arm over her head to lean again, just as the teachers assistant began to do. Ace stood behind her, dropped his clipboard to his side and placed his hands on her hips to help her bend forward. His groin was pressing up behind her. Yuki nearly screamed out when she felt the boy's hands on her hips. The warm tingle began to ignite her body and forced her to jump from his grasp, push him away, then turned around to look at him. As soon as her eyes settled on his face he hung his head in a guilty and shameful manor. He was surely blushing because she was. Ace's voice cut through the tension. "Yuki! Get back into position!" She took a deep breath and backed towards him as he gently placed his hands on her hips. She felt the warmth again and could not stop the blissful smile from growing across her face. She glanced over at Alice who was having a bit too much fun stretching and giggling with her partner a little too loudly but Ace didn't even notice. Yuki allowed herself to lean forwards as he held her between his gentle grip. She felt safe with him and that was a feeling that confused her greatly. A few stretches later the positions began to turn into what Yuki thought as extremely inappropriate. Ace and his assistant stopped stretching, exchanged a few words then began to leave the gymnasium. Yuki lay on her back with her knees bent up and he held her feet in place. There were some things she would not do if she could help it but doing some sit ups seemed harmless enough. Or so she thought. Every time she pulled herself up and took a breath she could see his chin and the smile that grew. She closed her eyes to better focus on her breathing. While she pulled her chest to her knees her legs opened slightly. Just enough that her panties could be seen from the hem of her shorts and it sucked in all of his attention. She could sense his arousal for some odd reason and the warm tingle in her began to spread. Breathe in, breathe out. Focus. Up, and down again. Her feet were suddenly released and she had to force her hands down on the floor to stop her feet from going over her head. Her eyes popped open and stared at him as he stood and extended his arm to help her up. She reached out and took his hand. He was strong. So strong that he lifted her clear off the floor and immediately to her feet like she were a pillow of feathers. He spun her around and took hold of her waist again. Unsure of his intentions she braced herself as he lifted her into the air and held her above her head. She straightened herself out and became as stiff as a plank as he placed his hand firmly on her belly. His balance perfection surprised her and she felt her body mold to his hands like ice water. The extreme combination of the hot and cold sensation surged through her and she felt herself sigh deeply. Gravity took over as she was dropped from her trance and placed gently back onto the floor in front of him but this time they were front to front. She was so close to him that she could hear his heart beat. It began to soften her nerves and her body began to move on its own. She felt her head drop backwards, then her shoulders as his hands found her waist and brought her pelvis to his and very slowly lifted her up so that her legs were wrapping themselves around his torso and her hands were on the floor behind her. Every muscle in her body burned with a cool soothing warmth. She felt the tightness in her and as she inhaled deeply and let her breathe escape again like steam. He moved a hand to the middle of her spine and began to pull her back up to him. She couldn't fight it. She wanted it. Once she was up she wrapped her arms around his thick shoulders and realized that she was sitting on him completely. At this point nothing could conceal the massive erection that just about fully held her up from beneath her bottom. He exhaled as she looked up at him and studied his jaw line agian, then his slightly crooked nose. She moved one hand from around him and towards his face. He pul away suddenly and dropped her from his grasp. She landed flatly on her feet but they stung a bit even through the rubber souls. Ace returned to the class while rubbing his bald head so that it shined brightly. He quickly surveyed the class and nodded. "Class dismissed!" Yuki took one last glance at Mr. Mysterious and bolted to the lockers without a second thought. His smile was one to haunt her best day dreams forever more.
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