Under My Control {Karma x Asano}

19

Karma's father returned on the day of his discharge.

"Are you stalking me?"

"Isn't it natural for a father to know of his own son's discharge?"

"Who are you calling 'Father'? And get out, pervert. I'm changing."

"I need to study your body to see just how much work I must give you to work for me."

He grit his teeth. "I TOLD you, I'm not going."

"The law says otherwise. As long as you are under my custody, you will follow me back to the States."

"You're trying to put me under child labor! I can sue you for that, right?"

"Yes...A matter you can solve in the States."

"Actually..." Asano cut in. He had been in the room before the adult figure, and had been listening to their conversation. "Forcing Karma to your home goes against his human rights. He can demand for a change in custody."

"With the guardian's permission." Karma's father said with a smirk. That caught the strawberry-head. "You ought to study law a bit, Asano-kun, though I'm fairly impressed."

Karma grit his teeth as he made eye contact with the adult. "I don't care about some stupid law shit. I'm not going."

His father stood up, as his hand wrapped around his wrist. "I ought to teach you a lesson, hm? Asano-kun, I would much appreciate it if you left us for a minute."

"Why?" The redhead asked before the other could. "So you can hurt me like you did with Mom?"

Asano's gaze averted to the adult, who's expression turned dark after a millisecond.

"We do not speak of your mother, Karma. I'm sure you know."

"Oh, I don't. Freedom of speech exists for a reason, right? Or is that just a rule in the United States? Honestly can't remember all this."

The man stood up and walked over to his son, who lifted his neck to make eye contact.

"You know, son, I found out just now that I don't mind teaching you with Asano around."

Before the redhead could react, his father slapped him onto the bed. Karma jumped up immediately, on his guard. Now, father and son stood on opposite sides of the bed.

"Tch." The redhead's face stung. "Asano-kun, can you leave the room for a second? I need to have a chat with this monster of a man."

The strawberry-head didn't want to leave him. He knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as the door closed.

"I refuse." He decided, walking up the redhead. His fingers intertwined with Karma's. "I won't let your father beat you and hurt you like your mother did."

"Then would you like to be my student as well? I don't mind teaching another one."

"Lay a hand on him and I'll kill you, old man."

The grown-up didn't wait to hear Asano's opinion. In the blink of an eye, the strawberry-head came face to face with a fist.

"Asano-kun--!"

His purple eyes revealed themselves in shock when he didn't feel any impact. A tan, gloved hand stopped Mr. Akabane from hitting the younger male.

"You must be Karma-kun's father." The redhead turned to the doorway, and saw his very own sensei walk in with a semi-red face. "It is nice to meet your acquaintance."

The younger Akabane ran to his boyfriend and yanked his arm, pulling him to his chest. "Oh god, Asano-kun...Don't put yourself in danger like that!"

Asano sighed, patting the redhead in reassurance.

"And...Who are you?"

"Why, I am Karma-kun's teacher, of course!" The octopus-creature allowed himself inside, stepping in between them. "And I'm afraid you were about to abuse these children?"

"Abuse? Nonsense. Now, I do request that you release my arm. I'm not fond of excessive touching."

As soon as he was released, however, the man attempted to reach for his son.

"Now, now." Karma knew his father wasn't fast enough to catch up with his speedy sensei, but he quickly made his way towards the door as reassurance. Asano felt the trembling of the redhead's hand. "I'm sure there's another way we can handle this. I don't think it's wise to make these children angry."

These children...?

"Karma." He flinched at the sudden call of his name, and came face to face with the whole of his class. They wore clothing fit for a fight. His best friend winked as his sleeve pulled to reveal an anti-sensei knife. "Congrats on your discharge."

The redhead managed to show a relieved smile. "Thanks, Nagisa. What're you doing here? Field trip?"

"It seems Sensei's goldfish is ill again."

Karma chuckled. "At just the right timing, too."

He felt a short tug from his hand and looked over at Asano, who stared right back at him.

"What is it, Asano-kun?"

"Let's take this opportunity to go meet my father." He muttered, his fists starting to clench. Karma managed to calm himself. A vein popped on his neck as he grit his teeth.

"Yes. Let's go see how King Explosive is doing."