Owari not Gucci

Chapter 11

I know he just said to not get into trouble but.....

"Hm? Is there something wrong, Koto?" Ferid set down his cup of blood, smiling pleasantly.

No no no there's clearly something wrong about this.

"No, nothing." I replied, returning his smile.

"By the way," Ferid laughed, "You are quite good friends with Mika, aren't you?"

"I suppose so." I gulped.

"That's good! Haha, i'm glad Mika is getting along with someone!" Ferid nodded to himself.

"I-is that so..." I smiled stiffly, "But uh....ahem..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head.

"If you wanted to talk.....we could've done it in my hut." I gestured to the lavish room we sat inside.

Well, maybe that's just what it's like to be a progenitor....

Damn rich people-

"Well, I just wanted you to be more comfortable!" Ferid pouted.

That's a fucking fakeass lie.

"There are many ways to do that, Skipper...." I mumbled. "What did you want with me anyways?"

"Hm? Why, I thought that we were going to plan ways to kill you." He blinked.

Ah, that.

"Oh, sorry about that, but I don't think we can anymore." I shook my head, "I promised Mikachu, and although I will still try to kill myself, you are strictly forbidden from interfering!"

".....What if I killed you right here and now?" He asked.

I gasped, my eyes bright, "Omg let's go, bro."

"What happened to-" He started.

"Sshhh shhh don't try to use my words against me!" I shushed him, "I die and live as I please! If you really want to just outright kill me with your own hands then by all means, please do! But otherwise, just leave me alone."

He chuckled, "Oh really.~ I see...~"

Huh. What does that mean.

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"So this will be the last time I will ever have the pleasure of privately speaking to you!" I declared, walking out the door, "This is farewell, Skipper!"

"So you're going to really just try to cut off all ties with me?" He asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

"Obviously, that's impossible, but yeah!" I nodded eagerly. "So bye!"

"Hold it.~" He pulled me back by my collar, "I can't let you leave!"

I felt the color from my face drain, "Um...why not?"

"Because! You're too interesting to let go!" He reasoned.

"That's dumb as fuck!" I gasped. "Ahem, I mean, nah man, i'm average-if you squint, you can see my clones everywhere."

He simply smiled, as if wanting to say something, but seemed to give up on it.

".....Right." He pulled me back inside the room, "Anyways, I want you to work for me for a bit....as a servant."

"You're not going to bite me are you?" I gasped, horrified.

"No. You aren't going to be my slave or anything." He laughed, "I am going to have you literally be my servant."

"I'm 14, this is child labor." I stated, "I'm sorry bye."

"What if you worked yourself to death?"

I slowly turned around, my eyes gleaming ominously, ".....I'm in."

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"This is disgusting." I hissed. "I am not wearing that-"

"You are." He shoved a maid outfit into my hands, "Besides, i'm sure it'd look cute on you!"

"I. Am. 14." I stated. "Look Skipper, there's this thing called 'pedophilia', yeah? It's like when an adult has a thing for minors? And it's viewed extremely negatively in society? Know of it?"

He ignored me, "The dress isn't showing much skin, so it's fine right? I mean, it has long sleeves, and it's neckline is at your throat! Plus, the dress reaches your feet so if you're concerned about skin then..."

"But it's a maid outfit!" I cried.

"Just wear it if you want to work!" He sighed.

"Maybe I won't work then..." I pouted.

"You're passing up a chance to die?" He gasped.

I huffed, "This is some pretty obvious bait, but...." I sniffled, "I'll wear the outfit...."

Even if I pretend it's cosplay....

...It's still kinky.....

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"Mikachu, I was promoted." I stated.

"Promoted?" He asked.

"Yeah, so like, i'm apparently he who must not be named's maid now." I shrugged. "Not Voldemort."

Mikachu started to insanely shake me, "Didn't I just tell you to not-"

"Get myself into trouble, yeah I know. But it was too tempting to reject!" I replied.

"Are you an idiot?" He asked.

"Don't you go calling your big sister an idiot!" I huffed, "I'm just easily tempted!"

He growled lowly, rolling his eyes, "One of these days, you're going to get into an even larger mess....all because of your 'temptations'."

"Well, i'll deal with that when the time comes!" I giggled, "To be honest, I know that I totally come off as a dumb idiot who clearly is going with everything for the sake of plot, but," I gave him a thumbs up, "Don't worry, I know what i'm doing! However, the author doesn't!"

"....What?" Mika squinted.

I shook my head, "All you need to know is that i'm going to land myself into some deep shit in the future. I have no idea what or why i'm saying this, but yeah! I hope I die when it comes!"

Mika sighed, "I guess....i'll have to keep you from it...because you aren't going to protect yourself..."

He flopped to the floor in yet another fit of crippling depression.

"Although that is clearly impossible...."