Villian Days

Chapter 6

T/N: This chapter contain R-15 element

Ken picks up by car, taking a drive to his house. Throughout the whole ride he is silent, and it’s all thanks to the driver talking to me, trying to bridge the gap, that it isn’t entirely awkward. You really don’t like me, do you? I’m sorry!

“Sigh…” Hiroto’s house might be inspired by western architecture, but this guy’s place is totally Japanese. The so-called samurai residence. There are Japanese swords placed within the rooms. It feels like any second now and a ninja would pop out from the ceiling. I’m pretty excited.

House servants? I’m led away by one to the corner of a room, which I study for a moment. The room is the size of my house, lavished with Japanese-style furniture, and it feels like I’m at a fancy restaurant.

That guy must be busy working at the main building, so he’s not here at the moment. As I’m observing the room, my eyes pick up the silhouette of a kendo bamboo sword.

(Truly a samurai!)

I’m quietly moved as I pick up the blade. You can tell that it’s used often, and possesses the same courageous aura as its owner. While I’m thinking this, the sliding door slides open, revealing Ken.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Do you practice Kendo?”

“….Yeah.”

“That’s cool. Kendo really suits you.”

“….”

Without changing his expression, he squats down in one flowing movement. He closes his eyes in silence as if in deep meditation. Unable to relax from the lack of noise, I spring up from where I’m sitting immediately.

“Um, I’m Amano Yuu. Thank you for putting up with my selfishness today. May you lend me a cellphone to contact my father?”

He doesn’t move an inch at first. But eventually, he glances over at me and sighs.

“Hiroto said not to give you access to a phone.”

“Eh? Is that so? Okay…” Perverted Demon King, why would you say something like that? Since it’s already a longshot, I decide to tell Ken my whole plan anyway.

“If I ask my father, I think he’ll let me move away. I did something horrible, didn’t I? Unfortunately I really don’t remember anything, so even if I apologize those apologies would be empty. I’ll make an effort to get out of your hair, so if you’d just cooperate me…wow.” Just as cracks begin to form on his impassive expression, I realize that I’m staring at the ceiling.

(Woah. Did this really just happen?)

His hands are placed on both sides of my face. His legs are holding me down….Tatami don? (T/N: that’s like kabedon (wall-slam), but instead with a tatami mat)

I’m surprised to find that I don’t know his full name, and as such am not sure what to call him. I’m trying to remember what Hiroto had said.

“Uh…Ken-san?”

He opens his mouth but doesn’t speak. And it looks like he’s not going to move.

“Do you really have amnesia?”

“Ah, yes. I do remember some stuff, but regarding my previous connections with other people it really is all a blur. Ah, well…I do remember a bit about Houou-san.”

“Anything else?”

“Huh? Uh….I also remember a bit about my dad.”

“…Is that so…?”