Wealthy Bidder x Male Reader

Day One

Being the childish person Y/N was, the thought of Kyo's head popping off like a cartoon made him chuckle. But after he heard Kyo's harsh tone he then stood in the kitchen willingly. "What now?" Kyo was angry at the chuckle from before but let it slide. He often compared himself to Mr. 12 and wondered what he did so wrong and whether taking him on in Mr. 12's place was really a good idea. "I'm firstly going to teach you about making breakfast. Omlettes, English breakfasts and of course, some dishes from my class". Y/N took a deep sigh as he looked in the unnecessarily large fridge.

It felt like hours had passed when you had finally grasped a couple dishes. Not that he let you actually attempt any. "Now, make us that omelette. Contact me when you have succeeded. Take your time but don't burn my kitchen" he sighed as he contemplated whether to trust you or not. He took a few steps into the opposite direction but halted to add, "If you do, perhaps I'll have you pay for my new one. I know you're broke. Yet that isn't the only thing you have to sell, is it y/n?" he smirked as he strolled into the nearest room.

You punched the counters as you bit your lip, "I am not a whore!". You slammed pans onto the platform and washed your hands whilst grunting in anger. How dare they. Everyone's treating you so maliciously. With your tender arms, you delved into the wonders of the rich man's fridge and saw more food than ever before. Was he vegan?

You grabbed the eggs hastily and to your dismay, three fell onto the floor and cracked. You couldn't help but pull your hair and shout, "Dammit!" never mind. You have to make the omelette. So you left the residue kn the floor and began mixing the eggs. Not long passed to the point where you were flipping the omelette-to-be. For once you were proud of your cooking! Wow! Such a nice smell!

Because that sicko's food only took a few minutes you quickly moved onto your own and you were excited to fill your small stomach. "Food is ready!" you called as you served the omlettes onto two seperate fine China plates. They had handpainted fruits on them which looked expensive. The best you had at home were your 5 for 10 plates from the market. Gee... The dark figure emerged from his mysterious abode and sat at the counter stools then began to eat. Rude. He didn't thank you. "Hey. You're welcome. Youre all about manners yet you don't even-" you waved the spatula around as you complained but he gave you a cold glare which made you halt. Dammit! In a huff, you welt to throw the spatula into the sink when you suddenly slipped on your eggs. That's it. You're done. Never are you cooking again! In a curled up ball you whined and held your head;Kyo showed no concern for you and when he finished, he simply put his cutlery onto the ceramics and left again.

You couldn't help but let out a tear from the hard hit of the tiles against your head, hopefully the food should make you feel better... Before that the eggs needed cleaning. Fuck slipping on that again. You'd get a concussion. "To hell with it all" you sighed as you mopped the eggs and threw the hard shells into the bin. Now, to enjoy the food. The food... Where is it!? With your worn out hands, you swiped things off the sides to broaden the view and there it was, behind all the clutter on a plate with steam swiftly rising. Yum... But before that you threw the clutter into the sink and jumped onto the stool and rammed your food down like a hog in winter. It didn't taste right somehow. It needed something more. Oh well. When you had finished, you glared at the door which Kyo sat behind. The empty mansion guided light onto its body which gave everything a hue of magic. That asshole. Why did he help you? Why did he care about that stupid Mr. 12 or whatever he was?

From time to time, you wondered what Mr. 12 would have done to you. From Kyo's description, he was a pervert. But you're not a girl. So was he gay? A paedophile? The thought gave you shivers. Just think... If you were with that clown, he could have you locked up in a dungeon, naked and tortured sexually... Eugh! Enough of that. Once you had thrown your plate into the sink, you waltzed up to the door and hit it three times, "Kyo! Where is my phone! Did you sell it! Did Mr. Kaizawa do something to it?! Where is he?!" but you were ignored again. You kicked the door then ran away to your room in fear. What would he do if he was angry? He hasn't done anything yet so maybe he's a pushover. Yeah that's right. Pushover. The wealthy demon appeared at your doorway which made you jump. "What?" you sulked. He glared at you and slowly inched closer to you.

With sudden movements, he grabbed your hair and pushed your head so that it was inches away from the floor, "Don't damage my property. You have no rights here. You don't deserve to be here. You're just a mut. You're no king. You can't treat me like this. Maybe it would have been better to let that pervert have you. I have his number" he let go which made you fall to the ground as he grabbed his cellphone. Fuck. No way.

You held your sore scalp as you watched him fearfully, "don't call the pervert... Please" you bowed your head. He watched you, contemplating his next move. But he didn't stop anything. He continued to type a series of numbers. You stood up and bowed, "I'm sorry! Please don't call that pervert! I'm sorry!" to which he smirked. But he had already pressed the call button.

So his phone began to ring... "Hello?"