Kikkus

Kikkus (Available for Free at AfterDark Online!)
By: Michael Alexander
(F+/f+, teen, high school, non-consensual, BDSM, torture)

Yuki Ichiru fumbled with the combination of her locker as she tried to simultaneously turn the tumbler while juggling an armful of textbooks. It wasn’t easy with the rush of students flowing behind her, jostling her occasionally, or the fact that she was forced to translate the numbers into Japanese. Her English was understandable, but only barely, and she was still at a point where everything had to be consciously converted into her native tongue. She had been late learning the foreign tongue and her accent had made her the butt of some snide comments. She messed up twice before the padlock finally opened and she was able to pull the door outward.

A small white envelope with a pink rose fluttered to the ground. Yuki’s eyebrows narrowed and after stuffing her collection of books into the limited space, she bent down and retrieved the envelope. It had her name on it, written in bold black ink, with graceful curved letters.

“Oh my God…” someone said behind her. Yuki turned to see a white faced girl staring at the envelope. Like Yuki and everyone else at the school, she was dressed in a white blouse, blue tie, and blue plaid skirt. Her long brown hair fell to her shoulders and she seemed to tremble.

Yuki cocked her head, wondering what was wrong with the girl. Yuki had never met her before, having only transferred to the school a week before. She had been engrossed in her studies, making sure she would get good grades, rather than socializing. This girl look scared.

“You… okay?” Yuki asked in her heavily accented English. She wasn’t quite yet used to the common English idiom, but her question was sincere. She reached out to touch the girl on the arm. The brunette girl looked up at Yuki, her bottom lip quivering.

“You’ve been summoned by Kick!” the girl whispered, eyes still wide in an expression akin to horror. Yuki didn’t understand. Kick in her mind was a verb, an action, something you did to a ball. This girl spoke as if the word “kick” was a noun.

Yuki looked confused. “Kick?” she asked.

The girl nodded and it looked as if tears were forming in her eyes. “Yes. Just what ever you do, don’t ignore it!” Then she whirled and hurried off down the hall, dark brown locks disappearing in the sea of other students.

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