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Assistant: Title: firsts. (Kira x Yumeko)
        Author: Nightfrost_Fire02 Nightfrost_Fire02 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Ever since Yumeko laid her eyes on the absolute beauty that was Kira Timurov, she couldn’t get her mind off her. Every part of her was perfect, as if the devil himself sent her on this earth to plague Yumeko’s mind. She was a woman obsessed— utterly captivated.She wants Kira, she needs her badly.It took her a while to figure out what it was she was truly feeling for the girl, but after a heated nightly encounter on her first day— things shift between the two pretty quickly. From then on Yumeko set her sights on Kira, she would make the girl hers, no matter what.Nothing would stand in her way, even if Kira tried to walk away— to deny everything that is happening she would still find a solution.Yumeko is utterly obsessed with Kira.
        Contents: Chapter 1: 1 : the first time
    

    


  

  
  
    
    She was beautiful, absolutely ethereal. Everything about her, from the way her hair sways when she walks to the soft look in her eyes as she laughs.  
  That one time she made her laugh 
 Yumeko thinks it was her first. Kira's so controlled, stuck-up, and powerful that it would be hard to get close to someone like her, to see her other side, fragile and real. Everyone feared the girl, the big-bad b@tch in charge— but not Yumeko. Maybe that's why she stuck around, Kira likes interesting people. Yumeko was probably her first. Maybe she didn't meet anyone else who would challenge her authority, chisel at her self-control day by day, or push her buttons, there could be no way– that anyone else could do that. That side of Kira's was only reserved for her.  No one else but her, only she could make Kira laugh, only she could be the person Kira watches and stalks shamelessly —only she could be the one who Kira looked at with such intensity. Yumeko's obsessed with her. 
  She wants her. 
 She wants her so bad it hurts, she wants to kiss those soft, puffy blue lips of hers. Bite and nibble at the skin, kiss her hard until she's breathless and flustered. Sometimes Yumeko wondered when she'd wake up with blue lipstick marks all over her face, maybe neck, hopefully, body again—  She had been fantasizing this way for a while after she finally realized what she was feeling, anyway. Then, once it actually happened, Yumeko started replaying the events on loop nonstop. This all started when they first met.  ——-  The cafeteria was packed. The room itself was huge, but the sheer number of students made Yumeko feel almost claustrophobic, yet excited. So many possibilities, so many gambles, and so many ways to claw up to the top— it was exhilarating.  Yumeko's finger traced the wall. The room was filled with elegant engravings & decorations like the rest of the school. The architecture was beautiful, she had to admit. Sleek, velvet curtains draped against the windows, and some space was left between them to allow light to enter, casting the entire cafeteria in a vibrant glow. It really settled the mood. Through the mass of people sat the student council, overlooking the entire cafeteria on their pedestal-like seats. They were raised slightly on platforms to help tower over the other students. Each council member was present, Yumeko thinks (remembering Ryan's spiel about the student council), except for one very important person.  "Ryan, do you know where Kira is?" Yumeko asked the boy standing awkwardly next to her, wondering when they would finally sit after standing in the middle of the cafeteria for like 10 minutes.  Ryan, who was eagerly eyeing an empty table— itching to sit down & eat (but didn't want to bother Yumeko), looked at her in confusion, "No clue, usually she's here when I arrive, but I guess she's running late now," He said with a shrug. "Why are you asking, though...?" Yumeko pouted at the news. Kira's powerful iron grip on the school was fascinating; she had never thought a school, out of everything, could mimic something so dictatorial. It sounded perfect, it must have taken a while to develop such a system. Kira had to maintain all of that, it was admirable. Yumeko wonders how Kira would look when she tears it all down. But that's for later, she hadn't even met the girl yet. For now, this would be enough. Yumeko saunters up to the student council's table, Ryan cluelessly following her like a lost puppy.  "Well, if it isn't the new girl." A boy, slightly taller than Yumeko with short cut hair & bright clothes, spoke with a sly smile, eyes dancing around Yumeko's face, analysing every detail. "Why'd you decide to come up here? Looking to play with the big leagues on your first day?"  Yumeko was about to respond until a booming voice roared over the crowd, silencing them and directing their attention to the source of the noise, "RYAN! GET YOUR @SS OVER HERE NOW!"  Ryan softly whimpered as he scurried past Yumeko towards a curly black haired girl — Mary was her name (Ryan complained about being her housepet once they got to know each other better). She watched as Mary barked orders at Ryan, who then quickly ran towards the lunch line to grab some fries for her, shooting Yumeko an apologetic look. Mary plopped down in the seat in front of Yumeko, propping her face up on her hands. "So, Yumeko—that's your name, right? Are you any good at gambling?" Yumeko hummed softly, pressing herself against the edge of the table, eyes twinkling, "Hmm, well, I know how to play Blackjacks, and a couple types of Poker—do you think that would do?" She teased.  Mary scoffed, a few members laughed, and Yumeko just giggled, "I'm joking, of course I know a variety of gambles. I wouldn't come here unprepared— that would be stupid." "No sh@t" Mary muttered, "Anyways, having said that, would you like to gamble? I want to see—" "Leave her alone, Mary," A sharp voice spoke. The cafeteria was suddenly quiet, all eyes locked onto the student council president as she walked up to Yumeko.  And my god. 
  This was a first.
 The girl radiated a strong, powerful aura that bounced off her as she walked. Confidence oozed out of her, from her walk to the way she holds herself, back straight and chin high. It looked like years of control & poise had been beaten into her, since her face barely betrayed any emotion. She wore a white button-up covered with a sleek, black and red-accented blazer—St. Dominic's logo was embroidered on one side, covered in gold. On her heels were two sharp, 4-inch Louboutins (Yumeko assumes she wore those to tower over others). Her attire made her seem as if she were royalty.  Kira looked like she came from a cover on a magazine— so exquisite.  But it wasn't her attire that made Yumeko's pulse quicken, it was her eyes.  Kira's eyes were a rich shade of light blue, hues dancing around her pupils as she analyzed Yumeko. Her eyes were as sharp as sapphires, slightly glinting in the light—those dark pupils penetrating Yumeko as if she could see into her soul. Pretty. Yumeko had never seen somebody so beautiful. "Let me look at you." Kira's voice rang in Yumeko's ears. It was leveled, commanding, and deep, sending shivers down Yumeko's spine. Her eyes raked Yumeko up and down, examining every inch of her body, her gaze unintelligible. She saw Kira's eyes land on her chest a second too long before quickly snapping up to her face. Subconsciously, Yumeko straightened her posture, slightly puffing out her chest. Kira studied her for a moment before speaking again, "I'm Kira, student council president— welcome to St. Dominics, Yumeko Kawamoto."  Yumeko's heart pounded in her chest, but her face betrayed no other emotion than pure joy.  "-and that's my sister Riri," Kira points behind her to a girl similar in height. Her eyes were thick with sharp eyeliner, and the bottom half of her face was covered by a black mask.  Nodding to acknowledge Riri, Yumeko's eyes crinkled and her lips curled into a dopey smile, "It's nice to meet you Kira-san~" She said breathlessly, lowering her tone and tilting her head slightly. She looked at the girl through hooded lashes with a certain glint in her eyes.  Kira's jaw tensed, her eyes piercing into Yumeko's. She could see a storm starting to brew behind those blue eyes, but returned the smile nevertheless.  "We don't get many mid-term transfer students." Kira spoke, ignoring Yumeko's predatory gaze, "Have you been shown around yet?" "Ryan showed me around." She replied. "-and what about gambling? Are you good at it?"  "Hey— I asked to gamble with her first!" Mary yelled. Kira only glared at the curly-haired girl before returning her gaze to Yumeko, who was staring at her with rapt attention. "Yes, tons of games, I'd love it if you could play with me sometime." Yumeko purred, "I think you'll be very impressed." Neither of them had broken eye contact or acknowledged the growing pairs of eyes that were staring at them. Most of the cafeteria was noisy as usual, but a few bystanders were enraptured by the interaction, their eyes switching from Yumeko to Kira and back as they spoke. Even the council had stopped talking and was observing them.  "Right, I'll think about it." That got Yumeko's blood pumping. To gamble with the student council president—what a thrill, especially someone as ravishing as Kira.  Yumeko could feel the weight of tension hanging in the air as the minutes ticked by. They had been staring at each other for some time before someone gently tugged at Yumeko's sleeve.  "Let's go," A boy, around the same height as Yumeko, with jet-black hair, spoke, barely loud enough for Kira to hear.  Yumeko let herself be dragged by him, giving one last longing look to Kira before walking side-by-side with the boy. Kira watched from afar, her eyes narrowed as Yumeko walked away from her. Her view was promptly blocked by a panting Ryan, who had a tray in his hands containing a cup of fries. He let out a huff before placing the tray in front of Mary, "Here—" He breathed out, "Sorry it took a while, the line was long." The boy lifted his head up when no one answered, scanning the table. The council members were quiet, staring at Kira and then at each other, wondering if they should say something to break the silence. Kira was frozen in place, eyes slightly dilating as she stared at the entrance.  Ryan noticed something else, too; the absence of Yumeko. "Uh, Mary, where did Yumeko go?"  Mary's gaze snapped from Kira to Ryan, before chuckling, "Michael kidnapped her." His eyes widened, "Wait, what—" At this, Kira spun on her heels, walking out of the cafeteria without a word. The council breathed out a sigh of relief and continued their conversations.    ——    Yumeko lay against her plush bed. It was comfy and soft, brown & grey patterned sheets complemented with a white pillow on top. The sky was pitch black, and the faint glow of outdoor lamps filtered into the room. She stared at the beam of light before shifting her attention to the ceiling. The room was silent except for Blake's soft breathing. Yumeko's gaze traced the slight indents in the ceiling, thinking. Her first day had gone pretty well, she had met plenty of interesting and fun people. Ryan, Michael, Kira— Yumeko sat up straight, her head swirling with thoughts. She couldn't think straight–or sleep for that matter. It was already 2 A.M. as displayed on the alarm near Yumeko's bed in neon red text. Her lower half was insulated nicely under the thick covers, making it a hassle to leave — but she did anyway. Slipping out of bed, she silently strolled across the dorm, her feet pressing against the rough carpet with careful precision. She remembered the times when she snuck up on her parents late at night, a habit she often did those days. It still stuck with her even after they died. Yumeko slightly opened the door and slipped through the thin opening to avoid making too much noise from the door's creaking hinges. She emerged from the dorm entrance and tensed as her bare feet hit the cold tiles of the hallway floors. She shivered; the air was chilly out here (their dorms were nicely regulated by heaters). The thin fabric of her flower-adorned pajamas wasn't doing much to protect her from the wicked cold.  Yumeko didn't fully know what she was doing out here, but she couldn't sleep, and thoughts of that woman kept haunting her mind. It was better to walk it off than risk having some sort of wet dream about her. She walked across the long corridor steadily, near the windows where she gazed outside into the dimly lit garden. There were lamp poles lining the edge of the garden, allowing Yumeko to admire the pretty foliage even at night.  It did help calm her mind for a bit. She walked down the almost endless expanse of hallways thoughtlessly as if there were no worries in the world. Yumeko stuck next to the windows, stopping in front of one to sit and gaze at the moon. It was a full moon that night. White and round, shining down its beauty onto the world. Yumeko always loved the moon—it reminded her of when her parents would take her out at night to stargaze, and her focus would always be attached to the moon, her eyes tracing its shape.  The moon cast a faint blue-ish glow in the corridor. Yumeko sat down on the windowsill, shifting uncomfortably. Blue reminded her too much of Kira. When she first saw Kira, all she could see were those intense pools of blue swirling in her eyes—and then her lips. Soft and plush, coated in a thin layer of matte blue lipstick. It was a striking feature, reserved specially for Kira—Yumeko had never seen anyone wear blue makeup as stunning as Kira did. God, she was pretty.  Yumeko plays their interaction in her head once again, trying to keep that image of the pretty girl in her mind forever. This has been happening ever since Yumeko was dragged away by Michael—that was the boy's name—who then proceeded to talk to her about something clearly important, but seeing as Yumeko was a little preoccupied thinking about a certain black-haired girl, none of the words really went through her head. Honestly, all she caught was his name. Yumeko had to awkwardly nod in agreement to whatever he said while she imagined how good Kira's body would look covered in her red lipstick. Yumeko shook her head, she was so tired of this. This is exactly the reason why she left for a walk anyway, but she can't seem to escape Kira's clutches anywhere she goes.  It was weird to think about because Yumeko had never felt this way before, about anyone. She had never been so obsessed with somebody like this, to this extent, where she can't even sleep without fearing for her dignity.  Sighing, tired of the storm brewing in her head, Yumeko rested her head against the glass pane, praying she didn't actually fall asleep. She just wanted to rest for a bit, to distract herself for the moment.  Until  "Try not to fall asleep, will you?"  Yumeko jerked awake, her eyes shot open as she scanned the hallway for the source of the noise. They landed on Kira, who was leaning against the wall, staring at Yumeko with dull eyes. Yumeko quickly stood up, putting on a smile as she gazed at the pretty girl.  She analyzed Kira's face, whose eyes were hooded as she peered back at Yumeko. Her eyes traveled down Kira's figure, absorbing each inch of her unfortunately covered body.  Kirari stood quietly, watching as Yumeko openly ogled her before speaking again, "Are you really this much of a pervert?"  Yumeko giggled softly, color on her cheeks as she looked back up at Kira, "I just love admiring beautiful things," she swooned. Kira's eyes narrowed at this, taking in a sharp breath, and she quickly turned her head towards the glass. "Why are you awake?" "Why are you?" Yumeko shot back. Kira huffed, "I do what I want, I'm student council president" "And this is a free country with rights that I can exercise." Yumeko silently laughed as Kira's face scrunched up, annoyed at not being able to think of a comeback. "Whatever," Kira pressed herself against the wall, turning away from the window and settling her sights onto the floor—anywhere but Yumeko.  The air was filled with silence once more, but instead of it being tense, Yumeko found it more relaxing, if anything. With Kira near, she comfortably slouched against the glass, tapping the bottom of the windowsill with the heel of her foot.  "I couldn't sleep," Yumeko spoke after a few minutes of silence. Kira only hummed in reply, "—I'm guessing you couldn't either." Kira sighed, "No, I'm just a very busy person and I have lots of work to do—" "Till 2 am?" "Yeah" "So does that include spying on me every second of the day?" Yumeko watched with glee as Kira's eyes widened, just a bit—enough to send a bolt of excitement down her core.  "What are you talking about?" Kira hissed. "Do you really think I wouldn't notice? Sure, the cameras are small, but they're not invisible." Yumeko stepped towards Kira, pressing her front against her side. Tracing a finger down Kira's arm, she spoke, "Watching me in my dorm, hm? What terrible things must I be doing in there for you to surveil me? Or maybe you just want to see me undress-" Kira roughly clamped a hand over Yumeko's mouth before shoving her against the wall, tensing, "Shut. Up." She growled.  Yumeko giggled at the comeback, "You're not even denying it. I mean, to watch me from the privacy of my room without consent, during my first day, too? Surely that's illegal, and yet here you are? Do you really want me that bad?" Kira stood silent for a moment, eyes dilating as she calculated her next move. They were so close, inches apart—how easy would it be to take her right here? In the halls, no one was there, but still it was a public space—they could get caught at any time.  Her hands shifted onto Yumeko's neck, tightening around her nape—sharp nails digging into her flesh. Yumeko softly gasped at the sensation, arching her back and pressing her body against Kira's, "I thought so." She laughed breathlessly, letting Kira manhandle her like some sort of toy. Nimble hands wrapped around Yumeko's waist, bringing them nose to nose, "The only f@ck@ng reason I waste my time watching you is to make sure you don't do something drastic. This prestigious school was built upon fragile systems and customs, those of which I'm responsible for maintaining at any cost. I won't let you ruin it for me." Yumeko let out a moan. Kira's voice was so delicious— she's so hot when she's mad.  "But I haven't even done anything yet," Yumeko sighed as Kira's nails raked the back of her neck. "You don't need to," Kira whispered into her ear, eyes filled with desire, "I can tell by the way you talk, act, behave—it's like nothing bothers you. You seem like the person to do things for your own pleasure—and that's dangerous." Yumeko, tired of being neglected, eagerly hiked her hands up Kira's shirt, wanting to feel the girl's soft skin against her own.  "To you?" Kira harshly grabbed the imposing hands and placed them above Yumeko's head. "Are you afraid of me?" Yumeko asked with a smile.  "No"  "Are you afraid of what I'm doing to you?" "No-" "Then why haven't you kissed me yet?" Kira looked into Yumeko's scarlet eyes—they looked like pools of blood thick with desire, piercing her soul.  She couldn't admit it, she can't. Yumeko knew. It's only been a day, and it's as if Yumeko could read her like an open book. Kira swiftly stepped back, creating space between the two.  Yumeko watched in dismay as Kira straightened her shirt, the shirt Yumeko so desperately wanted to rip off.  Before she could complain about the sudden change of mind, Kira walked down the opposite end of the hall with haste. She didn't even bother to give one last glance or say goodnight, how f@ck@ng great. "Great job, Yumeko, you were so close to getting laid by a goddess, but you just had to ruin it." She hissed at herself, leaning against the windowsill. She was still wet, very wet from the encounter—what the hell was she supposed to do?  A part of her wanted to chase Kira down the hall and f@ck her in a spare room—but after a while she decided to let the idea go, her legs were practically shaking anyways. She didn't have the strength to run. "I'll get her tomorrow," Yumeko huffed as she finally got up, regaining the energy to walk back to her dorm and sleep.'
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