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Hello to the readers that are joining me for the first time. And welcome back to the readers who have enjoyed my writing so far. As you may be able to tell, this is a Rated M/MA story. I do not write lemon stories. Lemons imply stories of consensual love between however many parties. Although I would never tell this to people in my life, I do not believe in love. Love is a pseudonym for the lusty desires that are shared between two people that trust one another. And as such, my own fantasies and desires have bled into the pieces that I have written. This is such a story. Be forewarned that scenes of actual Lemons within this story will not be written. They might be implied, but a majority of the scenes of lust-filled passion will be without a partner, just the characters and their fantasies. I won't lie. This fic will disturb you at times. Even at eighteen years of age, I have read some rather passionate fics about the topics that I cover in the delirium of this story. Some of these dark fantasies will disturb you, some might inspire you. Finally remember, all of these dark scenes have meaning to my story, no matter how convoluted they may be. And without further ado, Immerse yourself in the debauchery. - Prompt Master

Chapter 1

His target was at Nine O'clock. As stealthily as he could, he walked passed her. He could feel her shiver, even if they weren't touching. The other boys at his school stayed out of the way. They could tell that he was after someone. It was the glint that he gained in his eyes when he was close. A group of guys walking by him bowed. That was how it was. No one outside the school knew of how he operated, but the guys respected him, and the girls feared him…

She was sitting with her friends. She was a new student. He knew that. He knew everything about her. It was who he was.

He walked by her again. She could see him now. He could taste her fear, but he wanted to touch her, make her his. In four short strides, he was standing in front of her. He heard her breath quicken. Her friends backed away. He already owned them, even if they were able to pretend otherwise. This girl, however, did not know his unspoken title. That he had earned in the past couple of years. He sat down on the bench next to her. Phase one was complete. He looked at the sky, taking in her look of fear. This would go nicely.

"Why are you so scared of me?"

His 'innocent' question sent shivers through her. "Y-You f-feel scary." She blushed. She wasn't this weak normally. Until about a minute ago, she had been speaking to her new friends. They seemed to be kind of pushy, but she could get used to them. But all of a sudden He had appeared. They had paled and had suddenly left. They were scared of him. Hell, SHE was scared of him. She wasn't scared of anyone. But He made her feel weak.

"Now what do you mean by 'feel scary'?"

She struggled to control herself. He had asked a simple question, just a question, and now she was fighting herself to not answer him. "Y-You w-walk like a predator. I-I f-feel like prey."

Damn it! She hadn't meant to say that. She wanted to take control, but he was just so overwhelming. She felt heat on her face traveling downward, and settling in her nether regions. She wasn't a sub! Why was he able to do this to her with a couple of words?

Inwardly, he smirked. She was falling into his trap. Only a couple more questions, and she would be his.

"Do I actually look all that intimidating?"

YES! She shouted in her mind. But her lips wouldn't move. She wanted to move away. She wanted to run as fast as she could. But she couldn't. She was trembling in her seat now. Her body wasn't responding to her commands. If he asked one more question, she would lose control of her thoughts as well. Her mouth moved against her will. "N-`No…"

"Then why are you so scared of me?"

She tried to formulate a thought. Something that she could say to prevent her incoming meltdown. Maybe she could think about something else other than the intimidating presence that was destroying her self-confidence and self-worth just by casually speaking to her.

He must have guessed that she was trying to stall. But he wouldn't have any of that. Then his arm reached behind her and pulled her towards him.

NO! Her mind had shut down. She was not in control. "I-I don't know."

Success. "I think I know why."

She was nearly delirious. His hand was tightening on her shoulder. Blood was pounding under her skin. She felt herself become awash in the feelings of security and terror. She could feel her panties becoming soaked as she heaved. "W-why?"

"It's because you know that I own you now."

Yessss. Her mind rebooted. She was his. It was so simple. She felt herself relax. The blood was still whizzing through her body at high velocity, but she could think now. She then almost lost it again when he put his arm slid down to her waist.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Talk with your friends. Learn the rules. I own them too."

He fixed her with a stern stare. She could feel herself melting. "There is only one thing that you have to do right now." Meekly, she nodded.

He got up, still holding onto her. She stumbled a few times as he led her to the basement of the school. His stare bore into her as he had her swear fealty and total obedience to him. Even as a small voice screamed that she was a strong woman and that she wasn't some toy, she saw his eyes begin to flash as his aura enveloped her.

The school could hear her moans and screams as Keima Katsuragi proved why he was the Capturing God.