Bound By You

||Chapter 8||

"Answers, I need them, start talking,"

I had remembered the fruitless conversation with Saiko the day I had arrived at the Takahashi estate. It was a Friday evening, and I had walked to Saiko with ambition and certainty.

"Master Satoh, would you not wish to get settled in first?" Saiko replied, he was sitting in the kitchen breakfast bar, talking quietly with what seemed to be a maid.

"Nope, I'm all settled. Practically swatching paint shades for my new room. Now tell me who The Order is."

Saiko merely gave me that passive 'you-ain't-got-nothing-on-me' expression.

"The Order is the organisation me and your Uncle work for. The Order is wide in its network, and usually employ those within their employee's bloodline."

I felt more confused. They mostly employed families.

"So what? You guys are some sort of mob organisation?"

"No no no, of course not Master Satoh," Saiko seemed startled by the mention of mobs. His eyes had widened at an alarming rate at the mention of criminal activities-but what else could 'The Order' be?

"The Order is certainly not a criminal organisation. And as much as I would like to clearly explain to you who and what The Order is, I am not at liberty to do so. I've spoken to my employer, who would like to disclose such information to you when the time is right,"

"When the time is right, are you kidding me!" My voice practically shook with rage, the guy must of expected such a reaction. They decided to ship me off to some random town, in a snazy house, and a uniform and a new school-with no proper explanation.

"Master Satoh, I know this must be fustrati-"

"Frustrating? Well you're definitely on my wavelength now! You and my Uncle expect me to live this whole brand new life, and to walk around like some brainless dufus who listens to everything your 'employer' says, without even knowing who the hell your employees is!" My outburst lead me to throw a centrepiece of glass apples across the smooth coffee table, and to throw out furthermore curse words that could be heard from at least a five-mile radius.

At least five of Saiko's suited companions ran into the kitchen entry, prepping for the worst.

Frustration ran across my nervous system in painful zaps, as the all too familiar heat bubbled up from my chest. I blew out huffs of rapid breaths that resembled those of a raging bull, ready to topple over any living thing standing in his way.

Everyone looked weary. The two maids and a single butler stood shaking at the furthest reaches of the kitchen, as Saiko's men had well prepared stances with their hands touching what I assumed were their gun holsters.

My fists were in a painfully tight embrace, and I felt the unrelenting urge to pummel a face. A muffled growl escaped my lips, causing most of the staff to shriek in terror.

I looked over to Saiko's men. The men had pale faces upon looking at me, as if they had seen their worst nightmare. I had seen that look in the most fearful of men, it was something that would never change.

"Master Satoh," Saiko's resolute voice broke through my revery, and I turned my head to witness himself still seated.

His posture had not changed in the slightest, yet his eyes had shifted. I wasn't sure of the exact emotion, but I could liken it to something like pity. The same look that Akito would give me, before we went out on a job. It was the same look Uncle would give me when I came back to our apartment with a battered face. I didn't need it. They could shove their pity somewhere else, not at me.