KamuKoma Monoshots

🍋 Little Koma

((when I find the time, I will change the picture of the art to ones of my own since I along with improving on my writing skills, I would like to continue working on my drawing abilities too. Head's up, they aren't the greatest, but I hope that you'll encourage me to try and draw a bit. For now, please enjoy this fan art I found on Pinterest and kudos to the artist))

Without further ado, let's begin on the first story:

🍋 you have been warned 🍋

I heed his call as I wait patiently for Master to give me further instructions of what I am to do next.  Master has never allowed me to ever say his full name, let alone his last name without permission.  I must not talk back to Master's orders and must fulfill his wishes as he please or else.  These are the rules and the role that I have accepted in the terms of allowing me to live.  I don't know why I didn't just give up my life right then and there.  I wouldn't be put up with this mess, but here I am, kneeling with all fours on the floor, a chain wrapped around my neck, attached to one of Master's pillar of the ginormous house.  I was a servant around the house, but it felt more as if I was just a young puppy that needs to be leashed in order to not escape the house ever so mindlessly. 

"Koma.  Follow."

As Master Kamukura unleashed Nagito's chained collar from the pillar, he then began ordering the white haired boy to follow him. 

Nagito wasn't allowed to stand after getting sliced real hard with a pair scissors, and because of this injury, he was meant to follow Master Kamukura on his hands and knees.  Koma was Nagito's nickname which was more fitting to Kamukura's taste rather than taking the time of speaking the full name of Komaeda.  But Nagito didn't mind since worthless piece of crap like him should be treated like this anyways. 

"You really are like a little mutt, aren't you little Koma?" Kamukura remarked.

"Yes Master," Nagito replied back with a gentle smile crossing his face.

After quite a while, Nagito decided that it could be a perfect time to ask questions in order to break the awkward silence.

"Where are we going?" Nagito questioned

Kamukura stopped in his tracks.  Nagito immediately stopped as well.  With glowing red eyes piercing right through Nagito's olive pairs, the black haired boy looked over his shoulders and down to Nagito.  As he knelt down to reach to Nagito's level, he asked, "Now who gave you permission to talk." 

Nagito gulped.  "I'm sor-"

Kamukura grabbed Nagito by the jaw, putting pressure on a certain location, causing Nagito to grunt and struggle through Kamukura's strong grip.

"You are a runt.  You do not speak without my consent.  Do not even compare yourself to my level, understood?" Kamukura warned, taking Nagito's chains with his pale hands.

As he waited for a response out of Nagito, he mumbled to himself.

Nagito could only nod his head as respectfully that he can so that he wouldn't get hurt once more... or maybe...

Once Kamukura and Nagito reached the kitchen, Kamukura asked his personal chefs to prepare for tonight's dinner.  It would be wise that the chefs agreed to Kamukura's words or else they might end up in the same situation like Nagito.

Once dinner was ready, Kamukura began eating his perfect meal.  Nothing was out of place and nothing was ever too raw or too cooked.  It was perfect. 

Unfortunately for Nagito, he is left with watching Kamukura eat all of the food, while he stayed on the floor, trying his best to smile and keep a good composure.  However, today, Nagito must've been starving as drool began to drip down by the side of his mouth.