Under My Control {Karma x Asano}

10

The following chapter has excessive language and violence that may or may not be suitable for some readers. Please read at your own discretion. Thank you.

That same morning, Karma had just woken up, and immediately put up his guard. His sleepiness wore off as he changed.

He was cooking up some random, glorious ways to grab the Asano's attention, when suddenly, he heard his door come crashing down for the septillionth time this week.

"Karma!"

Karma grimaced as he dodged another knife attack. "Well, good morning to you too, Mother."

And so followed another battle between mother and son.

"I only want a drop of it! Just to see it dribble down your beautiful face!"

"Got it! Here, have some!" Karma threw his sheets into her face and ran out of the room, grabbing his belongings on the way. "Heheh, just kidding!"

His sheets ripped open and revealed the insane woman, who followed after him though the house.

"KARMA!"

Karma decided to play cat-and-mouse with her for a bit before heading to school, but the woman had other plans. Karma noticed a different pattern in her attacks; they were faster and more accurate. She managed to land a few scratches on his body.

"Tch."

Karma knew he had to hold back before his bloodlust took over. He had told Asano-kun that he wouldn't kill the woman; he had to hold it in.

"Karma-kun..." The woman growled in an inhuman voice. "Your blood! Give me your fucking blood!"

"In your dreams." Karma sneered back, as he dodged another attack. However, she cut up, and managed to scratch his chin. It didn't even sting; or rather, he didn't have time to think about the injury because of how quick his reactions had to be.

Is this normal?

The thought passed his head as he was cut again. These thoughts always ran through him over, and over, and over...but something about today made him think too deeply.

Should a mother be this desperate for her own son's blood?

He winced as he crashed into a pane of glass.

Since when was she like this?

"YOUR BLOOD!" The woman lunged and managed to land on Karma. He held her wrists as his face twisted into a strained expression. "GIVE IT TO ME! YOU DON'T DESERVE IT!"

Blood. She wants my blood. I'm nothing more to her than a simple blood-producing machine for her pleasure.

She was stronger than she looked. Even Karma had a hard time keeping the knife up and away from his face.

When did my mother turn into a monster like this?

Karma was tired of this. He didn't want to be cut anymore. He didn't want to constantly fight his own mother everyday. He wished he wasn't born her son. He wished he didn't have to go through this.

His injuries stung him, but his feelings and thoughts were what really stabbed him. A tear rolled down his face as he stared into the bloodthirsty eyes of his own mother.

Flashback

"Karma, what's wrong?"

The young boy came crying into his mother's arms. "Th-They said I look like a monster again...!"

The woman smiled, hugging the child. "You aren't a monster, Karma."

"I-I know that, but..."

"Karma." She pulled him away and stared into his gorgeous, sunset eyes. "You aren't a monster, never was, and never will be."