AN: I really don't like these things but it seems to be the norm here so here goes-

This is the first story I'm posting for something that I found I couldn't leave alone. I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know if this is okay or seems to be way out there...

And I guess this is where I say "I do not own Wolf Girl and Black Prince," just the in between parts.

Kyōya was bored and his friend knew it. He would talk when it was necessary and stay quiet the rest of the time. His mind was elsewhere today, school had just started and he was irritated.

Kyōya knew he was known by everyone but he felt like something was missing. He always glared or snared when a girl dared come near him, they were pathetic. Always throwing themselves at his feet, begging to be with him.

"Hey, Kyōya!?" his friend yelled, lightly punching him in the arm.

Kyōya growled as he glared at his friend. "What!?"

His friend threw his hands up. "You spaced man. I had asked you a question."

Kyōya covered his surprise with ease as he asked, "What was it?"

His friend stayed quiet for a moment, assessing. Then he decided to ask the question again. "Have you been with any girls lately?"

Kyōya sighed, it was always the same with any of his friends. He always used that word loosely. None of them where really his friends. The only reason any of them talked to him was because his dad made a lot of money. Whatever.

"No," he simply said. He was repulsed and bored with girls, none of them wanted anything real with him, just a damn sex toy. He rolled his eyes at that thought and then put on a stoic face.

"Well that sucks. I heard this school year is going to be awesome."

"Cool," Kyōya said monotone.

"Sorry I made you skip school," he said trying to change the subject.

"No big deal. It was a lot of fun."

"I was worried, since we ended up in different high schools."

"I've never done anything to justify you worrying about me," Kyōya said. He was looking for a way to get away from his friend but really he wanted to head home to take a nap. "Well, I've got to stop in here."

Kyōya was pretty sure his friend could sense that he was looking for a bail out. "Oh, sure."

"See later," he said.

His friend still looked at him with doubt. "Sure." He turned and left.

Kyōya half way waved, the slight pain of loneliness stabbing him in the heart—even though he was the one wanting to get away. He hated to admit and never would, that he hated, no, despised being alone. But his pride was too big for him to be seen as someone who is looking for attention, let alone… love.

Kyōya turned to head home but a girl had sneaked up behind him, which surprised and annoyed him all at the same time. She dropped down her phone she was hiding behind and stared at him. He had heard the snap of a picture being taken. "Did you take my picture?" He was still reeling.

Mocha eyes and brown hair hit him square in the chest. She was beautiful in a mousy kind of way but all the same, he was struck by her. The next thing he knew was she freaked out yelling and pointing, "Look! A flying Yorkshire Terrier!" He couldn't resist looking—a small part of him would like to see a flying dog.

"I don't see anything…" he said as he looked back toward her. But she was gone. He was totally confused by what just happened but damn it, what was he to do about it? She done run off with his picture and he had no clue who she was. Shrugging it off, he headed home.

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That night was the worst he had in some years. His dreams where filled with soft brown hair falling across his stomach and mocha eyes dancing with the light of many emotions, one in particular that had him burning so hot that he sat up in bed. "Wha…?" he couldn't find the words. He was panting and slick with sweat, his groin in a painful knot.

"Who is she?" he asked aloud, glad that his dad wasn't home. His mind was still locked onto that sizzling look that he saw in that girl's eyes, begging him to kiss her until they both couldn't breathe. "It was just a dream…." He said, but it wasn't convincing him.

He laid back down, hoping that the girl wouldn't return to his dreams but his dreams had another plan in mind. He wasn't getting sleep that night even if he wanted too.

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The next day at school was the same as usual, boring. Kyōya tried to listen but his sleep deprived mind was more worried about the fact that it was tired. He groaned in his mind when the memory of the girl popped up, his groin going instantly hard. He shifted around in his chair, trying to hide the hard bulge in his pants. Damn it!

To his relief the bell rang for lunch. He quickly grabbed his things and headed for the bathroom, hoping for some relief from the pain that was growing in his groin. He opened the door and checked to see if anyone was in, it was clear. He went to the only stall and closed it, and relieved himself of the fire that had consumed him.

Some minutes later he was done and quickly left to put his things away so he could go eat. He came down the stairs that lead to the cafeteria and a random girl bumped into him.

She half turned toward him saying, "S-Sorry!" Once she realized who he was, she backed away, shocked.

He smiled, "I'm fine. And you?"

She continued to stare at him as she stuttered out, "I-I'm fine."

He kept on smiling but really he wanted to yell at her to stop staring. "I see. I'm glad. Goodbye," he said as he turned and left.

He walked toward the cafeteria, his mind blank for once. He got in line, grabbing more than his usual, and started walking toward his favorite seat. As he was passing a table with three girls talking he heard his name. He looked and nearly dropped his food tray, mocha eyes were staring at him, surprise deep in their color.

Finally he somewhat regained his composer and said, "You're the one who-," but he never got to finish. She jumped up fast, clamping a hand over his mouth, and run off with him in tow. He was confused, who was this girl? he thought.

She finally stopped when they were outside in the small courtyard of the school. She panted out quietly to herself, "So bad. So bad. This is bad! Who would have thought he'd be someone so close by?"

Of course she wasn't really saying it so quietly but he wasn't going to say anything about it. He started adjusting his tie, even though he had on a nonchalant smile it wasn't really showing what was going through his head. Panic, wonder, confusion, and the last one he wanted to beat to a pulp, fascination. He continued to cover his feelings by speaking to her. "Well? Did you need me for something?"

Once again he watched as she panicked, hoping that she wouldn't pull the same lame excuse as last time.

"Um…well…" she stammered.

He tried to help her—there was something on her mind—he offered a handkerchief. "You're sweating a lot. Are you all right? I feel there must be a story behind this. I'll listen, if you don't mind me hearing it." There was a flicker of doubt in his mind, could she be like the rest?

He smiled as she finally looked up at him, hope shining in her eyes. "U-Um…"

He turned toward a bench and indicated that they sit. She followed him but made sure to sit as far away from him as possible. He was strangely disappointed by that but he didn't pursue the thought any further. He waited patiently but she froze up again.

He told himself to be patient but then Doubt showed up again and laughed at him. He growled quietly at himself and somewhat at her, What is wrong with you?

She looked at him, a frown etched into her brows and mouth. She opened her mouth and spoke quietly, "I lied."

He frowned, "What?"

She closed her eyes, he clinched his fists. "I told a lie and it got a little out of hand. I only wanted to fit in," she spoke softly. She opened her eyes, truth burned deep in them. "I told those two back there that I had a boyfriend and then I heard that they didn't believe me. Which was true, I don't have a boyfriend, but I wanted to stay in the group. So I tried thinking of a way to get a boyfriend and then I heard some girls talking as I was trying to figure it out. I looked up to see what they were talking about and that's when I saw you. It was all a big mistake to take your picture, I'm sorry. But I really want to stay in the group." She turned away from him, shame showing bright on her checks.

He wanted to laugh but knew that would make it worse on her. He was mad at her but understood why she did what she did. "I see. I think I get the gist of it," Kyōya said, thinking.

He wanted to get back at her for using him, even making him lose some sleep because of her, but some part of him complain against that plan. But his heart was not going to be her stomping ground and he felt that she was going to be like all the others. He made up his mind when he mentioned, "Sure."

She looked at him, surprised. "What?"

"The point is, you need me to pretend to be your boyfriend, right?" he asked smiling.

She jumped up and seemed to be in her own little world when he interrupted her. "So, first…"

"Yes, first." She turned back toward him.

He smiled but it belied what his true thoughts were. He stretched out his arms, fingers locked together. "I think you should spin around three times and bark." She seemed not to hear him so he repeated, with a darker look. "Spin around three times and bark."

She heard him this time, her expression dumbfounded. "What do you mean, bark?"

His look darkened even more. If she thought it was going to be easy playing pretend boyfriend and girlfriend, he was going to show her that everything comes at a price. "C'mon, do it."

"Do it? I mean…" she said, confused.

His evil side was truly coming forth. He was going to teach her that not everyone is nice, not even him. He didn't like being used. He scoffed at her. "What's with the slack-jawed stare?" he said his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You didn't expect me to play along with this nonsense for nothing, do you?" His eyes flashed as her face still held the slack-jawed stare. "If I'm going to play along with your little farce, you're going to have to be my dog."

She spaced for a moment but he was being serious. He was going to make her pay for making him lose sleep last night because she decided to walk into his life.

She finally processed what he had said. She burst out, "Huh?! Dog?! No way! I won't do it!"

He sighed, this was too easy. "Oh? You don't have to if you don't want to." He smiled. He had her right where he wanted her. "Forgive me while I carelessly reveal everything." He stood.

"What?" she asked, not for sure if he was playing around.

Again he smiled despite himself. "Miss Wolf Girl."

"Wolf Girl?" she whispered, confused.

He watched as humiliation crossed her face then she actually did three turns like a ballerina and barked. He smiled but truly he was laughing inside. She really actually did it?! This was going to be way too easy and he truly felt that this girl was under his power. And he was getting a high from it, which made him crave more. "Yes, yes! That's a good girl. But your parents would cry if they saw you like this. Pathetic." He noticed her slight dark look. "It's too bad you're so dumb, but this could be a good way to kill time." He turned away from her and walked a couple of paces, then turned back to her. He felt that he had maybe gone a little too far with that last remark but his evil side was revealing in this.

But then he spoke the next words to her that definitely would have earned a smack from most girls. "I'll take good care of you, Poochie." He walked away from her.

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He couldn't help it, his mind raced with the fact that the girl who made his dreams sizzling last night was playing right out of his hand. There was something about her that made his thoughts go so far south that he had to vigorously shake his head to dislodge the image. He couldn't do that to her, even if he could, he wasn't that kind of person. Yes he could play a girl like a harp but no way could he be that vicious.

The final bell rang for the day; he quickly gathered his things and peeked into several classrooms, trying to find Wolf Girl. Finally Kyōya found her and was surprised to learn that she was only a first year student. He stood in the doorway trying to get her attention. But the girl was spacing more than usual.

Another girl from the class—one with glasses—finally got her attention for him and he smiled, waving. He was pissed.

The other girl walked up to him, blushing, then stepped around him to get to the hall. "Well, I'll just be going."

He turned to the girl and smiled, his thoughts darkening because of Wolf Girl's disobedience. "Right. Thank you."

The girl with the glasses blushed. "N-Not at all."

"Goodbye," he said, putting a smile behind the word, even though his mind was racing.

He watched as the girl walked away as Wolf Girl came to stand next to him. His stomach tightened when her scent floated around him. He was still pissed but for some reason her scent dampened his mood.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice going soft.

He looked at her and his mood soured again—she was going to pay for not listening. He pinched her cheek, making sure that only she saw the look on his face, it was deadly. "What was that? A dog comes when it's called." He let go of her and turned away, his face back to its normal stoicism. "Let's go."

She fell in behind him, mumbling, "Right."

He was thrilled with her obedience but still a very small part of him was smacking himself senseless. One can only go so far before the master is bit in the hand. But at the moment he didn't care, she was his to control.

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As they exited the school building he asked her a question, "What's your name?"

She stumbled slightly. "E-Erika Shinohara."

He smiled to himself; he finally knew the name of his tormentor. They walked for a bet, he was trying to figure something out about her but then randomly he asked, "Can I have your phone?"

She jumped two feet from him, looking like a caught mouse. "What?"

This time he truly smiled, "Can I have your phone? So I can put my number in."

She looked at him for a full three minutes before she started digging out her phone. He would have yelled at her to hurry up but she honestly looked like she was ready to bolt. There was a look that crossed her face that made him slightly angry. Fear. Fear that he was going to take advantage of her. He ground his teeth together as she finally handed over her phone.

He turned to continue walking but then out the corner of his eye he saw her take up a stance. She had her hands up, ready to defend herself. He tried to play it off with a smiled as he said, "Hey. What's with the distance? You think I'm going to try something?"

"N-Not really," she stammered.

With a slight sigh he said, "Calm down. I won't do anything." He turned toward the park but felt her tense up. He looked back, she had that look of bolting again.

"Th-Then why are we going to the park?" She was visibly shaking.

He made sure that his face stayed neutral but inside, inside he was beyond angry. Does she really think that I would harm her? And no less in a park?! "It's a shortcut," he said, keeping his voice level. He turned back to her hoping that she would feel safer if she had her phone back. "There. I exchanged all our data."

She thoroughly looked surprised with something. She walked closer to him and he had to resist the urge to back up. "When you say won't do anything…you really won't?"

He frowned, once again anger lashed in his stomach. "What the heck? That's what I said." He turned and headed into the park.

Slowly she caught up and asked, "Th-Then you won't sell me into a shady line of work," his eye twitched, "or make me a punching bag to relieve stress," he flinched, "or make me do indecent things?" He really wanted to slap her silly.

She was worried about that. But how can he blame her, he really gave her no reason not to worry. With a light airiness, he spoke, "No way. What kind of man do you think I am?" He internally punched himself. "Sorry, but I have no lack of money or girls." He hoped that eased her mind but it did nothing for him.

He walked a couple more paces then stopped. He turned his head to watch a woman and her dog. They seemed happy and some part of him wanted that happiness. The part where he had someone who was loyal to him and would always be there for him, someone who would stay even if things get rough. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Erika walked up to him and looked where he was looking.

With a sad smile on his lips, he spoke, "I love dogs."

"Huh?"

"They're cheerful. If you tell them to wait, they'll wait forever, like idiots. No matter how hungry they are, no matter how many tears fill those black eyes, they'll do just what their master says." His tone changed but really he was just substituting what he really wanted to say. "Those eyes of theirs are thrillingly attractive to me." He couldn't really tell her that it was her eyes that made him want to grab her and show her how much she made him crazy.

Once again trying to change his train of thought, he said, "So I think it would be good if you got attached to me as soon as possible." He patted her hair longer than he should have but his body tighten with the fact that her hair was as soft as it was in his dreams last night, if not softer.

He let go of her and turned back to head home. He was going to make sure that she got home safely then he was going to run as fast as he could to get to his apartment. She was making him not think straight and he wanted to get as far away from her as possible.

He stood in his doorway, trying to push Erika out of his thoughts. But his mind and maybe—his evil side—were together to make him feel like a bound up rubber band. He couldn't get her mocha eyes out of his head and her scent still clung to his clothes. He sighed and looked at the clock, 10:30 p.m., he decided on a shower then bed.

He laid there trying to sleep but again, Erika invaded his dreams. This time though he could now put a name to her face. Erika…Erika…Erika…

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He smiled despite himself because the last few days where a pure pleasure. He was making her go get things that he really didn't need but in the end he was waiting to see if she would back out of their deal.

She didn't.

Some days later Kyōya was sitting at lunch, waiting for Erika. He had just texted her that he wanted something to drink but really it more to annoy her then anything. As he waited a thought crossed his mind, what if she's tired of getting things for him? He started to panic a little. He was sure that Erika would see herself through her own lie, but would she really tell the truth so that they wouldn't have to be together anymore?

Before he could get up and start looking for her, she showed up with a cold drink in her hand. He smiled, she was still his. He frowned when he looked up to her. "Took you long enough. I told you not to keep me waiting."

She half heartily smiled. "Sorry." She leaned forward to place his drink down. "Well, I'll be going."

He slightly sighed. "Sit down." She looked tired.

"Huh?"

"You're hungry too, right? I'll treat you, as a reward," he said with seriousness but then a thought occurred to him. He reached for his glass of water.

"You mean it?" she asked, sounding a little a better.

He picked up the water and turned toward her, smiling. "Water." Maybe he was taking the dog thing a little too far but he couldn't help it, she had made him wait.

Her face fell. She sat down heavily next to him and started sipping her water. He laughed to himself, knowing that she would do anything to remain in the lie. He wondered why for a moment he was being this way to her but in the end, he was enjoying it too much to give up. In a weird way, he was thrilled that she was doing his every command.

"Found Erika and her boyfriend! He's eating curry! That's hilarious!"

"We came to see what he was like."

He looked up at the annoying voices and ground his teeth—he had been enjoying his lunch until then. He watched from the corner of his eye as Erika sat up straighter. So…these are the girls that she was trying to impress. To him it was pathetic trying to fit in, but he could see that Erika was worried so he paid attention.

"Marin! Tezuka!" Erika said.

"Why lunch together all of a sudden?" Marin asked.

Erika tried to play it off but he could even tell that she was faking. He wanted to smack his forehead. How'd I sort of fall for her? "W-Well, I figured we might as well, now that the secret's out," Erika explained.

Kyōya played along with her, giving the impression that he didn't quite know these two girls. "Who are they?"

Erika looked at him. "Friends of mine. I told you about them."

"Hi," Marin said, setting down

"What's up?" Tezuka chimed in, following Marin's lead.

He looked at the girls smiling as he spoke, "Ah, the ones you mentioned. A pleasure. I'm Sata Kyōya. Your friend has been very kind to me." His mind was laughing at him—she didn't want to be anywhere near him and he knew it. He was finding anything to try and keep her near him but the last thing he said was a total lie.

"Wow," Marin spoke. Tezuka whistling alongside.

Kyōya was confused for a moment, he was sure that he had made it sound like they had been together for a while.

Tezuka spoke first. "A smooth talker, like the rumors say!"

Marin quickly followed with, "'That's a prince for you!' is what they say."

"You gotta be like that."

"I guess that's why you'd hide it."

Erika looked as about confused as he felt. "Wh-What?" she asked.

Marin and Tezuka came together—Kyōya could see the wicked look in their eyes—Marin spoke first. "Hey, hey, Prince Sata."

"Is it true that you love bondage play?"

Everyone in the cafeteria heard that one and Kyōya froze up with surprise. His mind instantly flashed last night's dream before him and there were definitely straps involved. He sneakied a look at Erika and saw she was trying to process the conversation. He couldn't let everyone know that was all he wanted to do to Erika, even Erika herself. He quickly hid his emotions behind a mask as Erika jerked in her seat, yelling.

"Hey!"

"What?" He made sure that he sounded and looked confused as to what was said, though a fire started to roll through him.

"You know! Erika mentioned it. You tie her up and stuff."

He couldn't help it, he looked at Erika but she had looked away from him. There was a big part of him that saw her tied up and begging. He wanted to ask if she would be okay with something like that but he just kept his mouth shut.

"They call you a prince, but you're kind of a pervert."

"And you get turned on by that? Crazy!"

He could see that Erika was embarrassed and probably with the fact that she didn't tell him, which he was okay with somehow. He couldn't help it either though because he was embarrassed himself. He was turned on with the thought of Erika bound to his bed.

They kept going on and he watched as Erika slowly went from embarrassed to shameful to slightly angry.

"Can't judge a person by their appearances!" Marin said.

He tuned them out fully as he watched Erika's emotions slide over her eyes. She was angry and her hands were shaking so hard that he wanted, for a moment, to reach out and steady them. He felt that no one should make fun of her but who was he to judge. He always made fun of her but that was different, at least in his mind.

Erika lifted her head and that's when he heard Marin say, "Do you do that all the time?"

"That was all a l-," but he jumped up and kept her quiet. No way was she going to ruin his fantasy by telling the truth now.

He smiled slyly, hoping that Erika would see through the truth of his words. "That's right. I do like it." It pained him to admit that but he was hoping that by sort of admitting it that it would make the other girls leave Erika and him alone. So he took his anger out on Marin. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Tying you up so you can't move. Sticking a gag in that annoying mouth of yours." His mind raced with the image of Erika in his bed as he told Marin his truth. He would have done exactly what he was saying to Erika, only if she would be okay with it. His eyes narrowed, "Want to try it out?"

Marin faltered with her answer as she could undoubtedly see the torment in his eyes. She answered, "Um…no."

He could see Erika shell shocked from the corner of his eye, he sighed. He really hated telling something about himself, especially something that he would have rather asked Erika in private. He stood up straighter, speaking, "Everyone." He turned and smiled—wanting to be away from these people. "I'm sorry to have interrupted your lunch." He grabbed Erika's hand and pulled her along, saying, "Let's go."

He was angry with everything at that moment but slowly his mood shifted when he realized that Erika's hand was in his—cold from her anger earlier. Erika asked, "H-Hey…Sata, your hand…"

He knew people would follow as he answered, "No. Let's stay like this a little longer."

"What?"

"Your friends are watching." But that was okay with him, her hand was soft despite being cold. He continued, "It would be unnatural to let go now." In his mind though, he needed but didn't want to let go of her hand—she was helping ground him.

It ended too soon when he found a corner that was safe from prying eyes and let her hand go. Part of it was from the fact that he was starting to get pissed with her again—she was making him soft—and the other…he was trying to keep himself from pinning her to the wall and kissing her. He looked back around the corner, trying to keep his mind in a straight line. "We should be safe now. Good friends, though," he said, knowing that his friends would have done the same shit to him.

Erika spoke up softly from behind him. "I'm sorry." He looked back at her, his mouth gapping a little, what was she sorry about? "People will get the wrong idea about you, because of me."

Ohhh…He gave two care's as to what people thought. "Yeah. Well, who cares."

"But—" she started, looking up.

He flicked her in the forehead saying, "Shut up." He was tired of her second guessing him.

"Ow." She jumped slightly at the contact.

Kyōya put up his mask 'of indifference' as he said, "You're my girlfriend. Shut up and be protected." In some small way, he was starting to see her as his girlfriend, not the pretend type. She's a liar but so was he. He was starting to see that Erika was different then all the rest. She didn't fall to her knees, begging to be with him—instead she resented him. She irritated the hell out of him but she had a way with him that most girls would have killed to have.

"Sata…" she whispered, holding her head as a blush slowly creeped across her cheeks.

Kyōya couldn't help it thou when an evil smirk crossed his lips. "Well, I guess you're totally in my debt now."

She spaced as the words processed through her mind, her face shifting to annoyance.

The funny thing about it was the fact that his evil side was laughing alongside him. The memory of the conversation back there playing in his mind, he remembered a particular part. "But who invents a boyfriend who's into bondage play?" he asked with his arms crossed. He enjoyed the look of anger that flashed in her eyes.

"No, that was a lie—"she protested.

But he interrupted her, "Yeah, yeah. We'll leave it at that for now." He didn't want her to say that it was lie part of him wanted her to see that it wasn't a complete lie and that there was truth behind it. Would that be so wrong that she knew he was into that kind of kinky stuff? "And…don't call me Sata. Call me Kyōya." He let a real smile settle on his lips. She truly was starting to crawl under his skin and leave him breathless.

She looked at him as the blush on her cheeks deepened. He was going to make sure that she was going to be his and his alone. He placed a hand on her head, smiling, his body catching on fire — again. The girl was something else and he wanted to see how far she would go with her lie, and to see how far he could go with his lie, too.