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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      AKB48, SKE48
  Relationship:
      Yagami_Kumi/Kizaki_Yuria, Kimoto_Kanon/Kizaki_Yuria, Kimoto_Kanon/Yagami
      Kumi
  Character:
      Yagami_Kumi, Kizaki_Yuria, Kimoto_Kanon
  Additional Tags:
      Angst
  Series:
      Part 3 of Katamoi_Finally_AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-17 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 1989
****** Cycles ******
by Sasshii
Summary
     Kumi would do anything to keep Yuria, even if it meant destroying
     those around her.
Kimoto Kanon glanced around nervously, a crisp, white envelope clutched tightly
between her shaking hands. She had been standing off to the side of the crowded
cafeteria for some time now, trying to muster up all her courage. She looked
over across the room to her goal, where Kizaki Yuria and Yagami Kumi sat next
to each other. Kanon watched with bated breath as Kumi smiled at Yuria and said
something that made Yuria erupt into laughter. She watched as Kumi wrapped her
arm around Yuria’s waist and Yuria leaned her head on Kumi’s shoulder, a faint
smile on her face With every second that ticked by, Kanon felt her jealousy
rising, as with her courage.
The long haired girl took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart
before walking towards the two girls. Kanon cleared her throat loudly, “Uh…”
She started, her voice cracking slightly at the end. The two girls stopped
their conversation and looked up curiously at the fidgeting girl in front of
them. Kanon felt her palpitating heart stop under the gaze of her two seniors.
“I-This is for you.” She stuttered, clenching her eyes shut and thrusting the
envelope towards Kumi who hesitantly took it, eyebrows furrowed. Kanon, eyes
still closed, turned and ran towards the exit.
Kumi stared at the retreating figure quizzically, before turning her attention
towards the envelope. She turned it over and frowned upon seeing the receiver’s
name written clearly in curly hiragana. “I never knew you knew Kanon.” Yuria
questioned, looking at her friend peculiarly. “Is that a confession letter?”
“Uh yeah. I think so.” Kumi answered, swiftly stuffing the envelope into her
bag before Yuria had any chance to examine it closer. “We’re in a club
together.”
“Kuuchan’s been so popular lately.” Yuria pouted, puffing her cheeks out,
“You’ve even got Kanon after you. Should I be jealous?”
Kumi chuckled, playfully placing both her hands on Yuria’s cheek, “Yuria will
always be number one to me.”
Yuria flushed to a deep shade of red, “T-that’s not what I meant!” She yelled,
lightly slapping Kumi’s arm who shrugged it off with a laugh.
______
Kanon bounced anxiously in her seat, it had been a couple of days since she
delivered her letter of confession and was currently seated in the designated
meeting place. She glanced at her watch, 10 minutes had passed since the
designed time. Kanon sighed sadly, she honestly wasn’t expecting for the older
girl to show up, but the blatant rejection still clutched at her chest.
“Kimoto Kanon.”
Kanon turned around in her seat, a slight smile of relief on her face that was
instantly wiped off when she saw the owner of the voice. “A-ah, Kumi.” She
paused, confusion written on her face, “Was something wrong?”
Kumi stayed silent, her gaze not leaving Kanon’s. “Actually, yes.” She said
reaching into her blazer pocket and pulling out the envelope that Kanon had
given to her earlier.
Kanon’s heart dropped at the sight of her letter clenched between Kumi’s fist,
“O-oh, I’m so sorry, I meant to give that to-”
“Yuria,” Kumi cut the younger girl off, “I know.”
“Ah, I-I see…” Kanon trailed off, beginning to feel uncomfortable under Kumi’s
hard stare. “Is there something I-I can help you with then?” She asked
politely.
Kumi nodded and took a step towards Kanon “I’m here to tell you…” Kanon could
feel her heart start to thump louder, “…to give up…” She swallowed nervously as
Kumi’s figure neared hers, “…on Yuria…” The younger girl looked up at Kumi who
towered above her. She bent down slightly, roughly gripping Kanon’s chin
between her fingers, “She’s mine.” Kumi whispered possessively, her eyes boring
into Kanon’s fear filled ones. “Understand?”
“Y-yes.” Kanon managed to choke out.
Kumi smiled and lightly patted Kanon’s face, “I’m glad we see eye to eye then.”
She said in an overly sweet tone, standing back upright, she looked down at
Kanon with mock pity, “I would’ve hated to destroy such a cute girl.”
______
“Kanon!” Yuria called, running to catch up to the younger girl. Kanon stopped
and turned around slightly, catching a glimpse of Yuria a few paces behind her.
Kanon’s eyes widened as she turned back around and debated if she should make a
run for it or not. “Hey, wait.” Yuria said, grabbing her arm preventing her
from making her escape.
Kanon reluctantly turned around, a nervous smile on her face, “S-sorry, were
you calling for me?”
Yuria frowned, “Yeah, you turned around, I thought you heard me.”
“I-I guess I didn’t see you.” Kanon lied, eyes scanning the semi-abandoned
hallway.
“I guess.” Yuria nodded slowly, frown still on her face, “Is everything okay?
You seem…tense?”
Kanon stiffened upright, forcing a tight smile on her face, “Yeah! I’m fine!”
She squeaked, voice rising a couple of decibels.
Yuria raised an eyebrow at the other girl’s odd behavior, but decided to not
question it any further. “Anyways…How did it go with Kumi?”
Kanon stared at the older girl. Questions raced through her mind; Did Yuria
know about her encounter with Kumi? Was she the one who put Kumi up to this?
Kanon instantly shook those thoughts from her mind feeling bad for thinking so
negatively about Yuria.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Yuria asked again, putting the back of her hand
against Kanon’s forehead.
Kanon flinched at the touch, the heat rising to her face, “I’m sure!”
Yuria eyed Kanon but let her hand fall back to her side, “You still haven’t
answered my question. How did it go with Kumi?” She repeated.
“I-I don’t know what you mean.”
“Kumi already told me, it’s okay to just say it.” Yuria coaxed, “You confessed
to her, didn’t you?”
Kanon looked up at the older girl in shock. Is that what Kumi told her
happened?
“You don’t have to hide it…Kumi is very likable. A lot of girls like her.” The
older girl assured, taking note of the expression on Kanon’s face, “I’m
actually really jealous that you like her…I-” Yuria stopped, her eyes shifting
to look at the ground, “I…Can I tell you a secret?”
Kanon paled at the sudden question, but nodded slowly, eyes catching sight of a
shadow down the hall. She knew what the older girl was going to say already
before the words would even leave her mouth. Even though it would hurt to hear
how Yuria felt about Kumi, she reasoned that if Kumi overheard it then she
would leave Kanon alone.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone? Especially not Kumi…”
Kanon focused her attention back to Yuria and nodded again.
“A-actually…I-” Yuria took a deep breath and looked into Kanon’s eyes, “I’m
jealous because, I want you to only look at me. I-I like you Kanon.”
“Y-Yuria.” Kanon stuttered, eyes wide, shocked at the confession. Yuria liked
her, not Kumi, her. Her heart fluttered in joy at the thought. Yuria could be
hers. “I-”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” Yuria interrupted with a somber smile,
“You like Kumi, I know.”
“That’s not-”
“Yuria! Kanon!” A loud voice interrupted the two. And as Kanon expected Kumi
came running from down the hall, a cheerful smile on her face. She stopped next
to Kanon, casually slinging an arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders. “Sorry,
were you two in the middle of something?” Kumi asked, smile fading when she
noticed the downcast look on Yuria’s face
“Not at all!” Yuria hurriedly said, wiping away at her face, “I-I should go
home. I’ll see you tomorrow, Kumi.” Yuria grabbed her bag from off the floor
and hastily made for the exit. Kanon felt her heart sink at Yuria’s retreating
figure. She was so close, yet no matter how far Kanon reached she was still
unattainable.
“See you tomorrow, Yuria!” Kumi called, her arm tightening around Kanon’s
shoulder who winced at the forceful grip. “Come with me.” Kumi commanded, the
previously animated tone in her voice turning flat.
Kumi dragged Kanon to the nearest bathroom and shoved the smaller girl into one
of the empty showers, pulling the curtain shut behind her. “What did I tell you
about Yuria?” Kumi growled, walking closer and closer towards Kanon until she
was trapped between the shower wall and a furious Kumi.
“I-I.” Kanon sputtered, eye glancing around desperately for a means of escape.
“I told you to stay away from her, didn’t I?”
Kanon nodded frantically, back pressed up tightly against the wall. “I-It’s not
what you think.”
Kumi let out a bitter laugh, looking into Kanon’s fear stricken eyes she
smiled, “What a shame…” She started, placing a hand on the wall behind Kanon’s
head and leaning in until there was only a few inches separating their faces.
Kanon swallowed hard, heart thumping so loudly in her chest it made her ears
ring. Kumi clicked her tongue in annoyance, “Just remember, you’re the one who
made me do this.” She mummbled before closing the distance between their lips.
Kanon’s eyes widened at the sudden assault and lifted her arms up in an attempt
to push Kumi’s body away from hers but to avail. Kumi paid no attention to
Kanon’s efforts and deepened the kiss, forcing Kanon’s lips open with her
tongue. Kanon continued to frantically push the older girl away until Kumi
broke the kiss. She looked down at the panting girl, a frown on her face.
“I wonder what Yuria finds so good about you.” Kumi mused, trailing her finger
down Kanon’s jaw line, making the other girl flinch away. Kumi smirked at the
younger girl’s actions, “Is it your shyness?” She pondered lifting Kanon’s head
up and leaning in to kiss and suck at her neck,. “Or maybe your innocence?”
Kanon clenched her eyes shut at the feeling of Kumi’s warm mouth caressing her
neck, and stifled the moan that threatened to escape her throat.
“S-stop.”
Kumi ignored Kanon’s plea and nipped at her ear, “We’ll have to change that
then, won’t we?” She breathed, moving her hand to Kanon’s shirt, unbuttoning it
slowly before ripping it from her body. Kanon inhaled sharply, feeling Kumi
reach a hand up to roughly massage her fabric-clad breast, before reaching
behind her and unclasping her bra, throwing it off somewhere to the side.
"K-Kumi." Kanon desperately tried to cover her arms over her chest and turn
away, only for Kumi to roughly move her hands away. Kumi chuckled lightly,
cupping one of her breasts in her hands, running her thumb across Kanon’s
already erect nipple. Kanon unconsciously shuttered at the touch, clenching her
fists tightly at her sides. "Please stop."
The older girl moved her hand lower, running her hand down Kanon’s stomach
feeling the muscles tense up underneath her fingertips. “Do you really want me
to stop?”
Kanon stayed silent, eye closed and breathing shallow. Did she? Kanon’s mind
was yelling at her to scream yes and push the older girl away while she was off
guard, but the uncomfortable heat that was pooling between her legs was telling
her a different thing.
Kumi hummed softly, observing the younger girl’s state and smirked, dropping
her hand back to her side, “Ah, I’m suddenly overcome with so much guilt. How
awful of me to do this to innocent Kanon.” She laughed darkly and reached down
to sling her bag around her shoulders, “I should go home beg for forgiveness
right away.” Kumi glanced back at the girl one last time, a calculating smile
on her face, before she turned and left the stall.
Kanon smacked her fists against the wall behind her, before sinking down onto
the tiled floor. As much as it annoyed her to admit it, she wanted Kumi to come
back and give her the pleasure she yearned for. Wiping away the tears of
frustration that threatened to fall from her eyes, Kanon hastily redressed
herself and made for the exit.
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