Arbiters (Decim//Ginti)

Chapter 1

"Chiyuki, stop doing that," I mumbled shuffling around in my bed. One of my many dreams had overcome me again. For the past two weeks, the same image of Chiyuki doing inappropriate things with me has been in my dreams. It makes me feel paranoid, and very uncomfortable around her.

These dreams have me thinking about my sexuality today as I get ready for the day ahead.

I have always thought of myself as a soul with no sexual attraction, so seeing these images in my brain while unconcious is pretty terrifying for me. Having a petty crush on someone however, is a whole different story. I have been attracted to multiple humans, and a single arbiter.

Heading to the bar, I see that Chiyuki has already taken a seat, so I mentally think of what I shall serve this morning.
"Good morning Chiyuki, I hope you slept well," I spoke as I approached the young woman.
"I slept well, what about you Decim?" She murmured.
"Mmm, it was fine," I mumbled, reaching for the fridge that was filled with chilled drinks. While making the mix of juice and alcohol, I noticed Chiyuki was watching my every move, making me feel very uncomfortable. I felt tense, which made my hands drop the glasses, causing a loud clash and splatter of the liquid. Cursing under my breath, I squatted down to pick up the large shards of glass.
"Please Decim, let me help you," Chiyuki approached me, moving my hands away and cleaning up my mess. I stood up, holding my head in my hands.                                                                            "What's wrong with me, i'm messing everything up," I sighed, feeling the urge of guilt and sadness. Chiyuki stood up, walked towards me and placed her hands on both my shoulders.

"Decim, do you want to talk about it? I know arbiters shouldn't have feelings, but I have lived. I can help you deal with whatever is going on."
I can't tell her that I've been dreaming about her, that would be wrong on so many levels.  Minutes of silence felt like months, you could practically cut the tension with a knife. I tried my best to concentrate on something other than Chiyuki's dilated eyes, full of sympathy and acceptance. My breathing hitched the more she kept her steady eyes on me, she had never acted like this before, the shy girl that was standing infront of me was long gone, replaced with an overly-confident female. I gulped, realising this new Chiyuki wouldn't leave me alone until I tell her everything. 

"I've been having dreams about you. Doing things to me," I rapidly spoke. Her expression turned into a sly smirk. "Doing what, Decim?" Chiyuki replied seductively.                                                   "Uhh, tying me to the wall," I said, confused at how she was acting so calm.                                 "Hear that? Your heart is beating like a drum, tell it too quiet down," She giggles, running her finger down the left side of my chest. I mumbled random words to myself in frustration, shifting away from her.                                                                                                                                                          "What's wrong Decki? Never done this before?"                                                                                                           "Don't call me that," I spoke to the unfamiliar Chiyuki before me. She's not like this, what has gotten into her? She stroked my cheek, and then pushed me against the wall behind me, trapping me in a corner. Avoiding her eye contact, I glanced at the elevator door which looked so far away from where I was standing. Not wanting to hurt Chiyuki, I slowly peeled her slender fingers off me, which lead to the girl surprising me by jumping onto my back. My startled self enveloped onto the floor, bringing Chiyuki down with me.

She started to unbutton my dress shirt, and that was when my instincts hit me. I yelled, I screamed, I thrashed under her.                                                                                                                      "Decim why are you denying me? How can you string me along this whole time, and then pretend you don't want this?" She asked, continuing to unbutton my shirt. The girl was strong, pinning me down like I was a feather. "Don't do this, please," I whispered, my sore throat tired from the yelling moments ago.  "Hmm, if you're a good boy I'll think about it," She replied, causing me to groan helplessly.  She pulled her bag off the table above us, taking a whip out, smiling at my horrified face. Chiyuki started to whip me in a harsh manner, causing my exposed chest to bleed and bruise. I yelped and screamed in pain, causing her to hit me even harder.           

Then, as Chiyuki started to unzip my dark jeans, the elevator door opened and I could hear footsteps.