Pleading Slave || An IchiKara Fanfic

Chapter 3

Karamatsu pace back and forth in his room.

    For some reason, he keep glancing at his window. As if he was expecting someone breaking in.

    "Ugh," he finally dropped to his chair, "What should I do?"

    ...Choromatsu...

    Even thinking of his name sent shivers down Karamatsu's spine. It was like the name was a reminder of what that deadly man could do. And unfortunately, the stab wound on Karamatsu's back was enough to be a solid proof.

    Karamatsu smooth his front hair down, trying to calm himself. The man was nervous and horrified that he couldn't think straight. "No, this is not how I should feel," he said to himself, "I should be grateful that I am still alive. Yes."

    The room was filled with silence as Karamatsu think.

    Then he scratch his head in frustration.

    "Aah! I can't even be myself anymore!" he said, "This is just bad, bad, bad." He stood up and continue to pace around his room.

    After a while, he stopped to his track.

    I need to call help, Karamatsu thought, But I can't make it obvious. If Choromatsu knew he would—

    Suddenly, he felt a kick on his back.

    "Ack!" Karamatsu yelped in surprise as he fell to the ground.

    Looking down at the fallen man was no other than Ichimatsu himself.

    "O-oh? Choromatsu?"

    Karamatsu gasped in pain when Ichimatsu press his foot on Karamatsu's stomach. "Call me 'Master'."

    "S-sorry, Master," Karamatsu apologize.

    Ichimatsu raise his foot, letting Karamatsu stand up. "Anyway, how did you got in my mansion? I thought—"

    "I got in from the vents," said Ichimatsu.

    "Ah...th-that's how."

    Ichimatsu proceeded to sit on Karamatsu's chair. "Seriously, you should upgrade your securities," he muttered, crossing his legs and arms. Karamatsu nervously nodded. "Yes, maybe I should."

    Looking around the room, Ichimatsu was a bit impressed at how neat it was.

    "You sure put a lot of work on your servants to clean your room, huh?"

    "E-eh? Oh, uhm. I clean my own room," Karamatsu explained.

    "A billionaire cleaning his own room?" Ichimatsu let out a laugh, "What a joke." Karamatsu nervously smiled, beads of sweats rolling on his temples.

    Stay cool, Karamatsu, he thought, Stay cool. Ah, who am I kidding?! This man could kill me in just seconds!!

    "Hey, are you listening?!"

    Karamatsu snapped into reality. "H-h-huh? Ah, sorry. Master."

    Ichimatsu glared at him coldly, the nerves on this guy. "I said, are you expecting anyone today?"

    "No. One of my colleagues supp—"

    "I didn't ask."

    Karamatsu immediately stopped talking. He silently scolded himself for talking too much as Ichimatsu stood up and looked outside the window. Karamatsu gulped as he saw the reflection of Ichimatsu on the window pane.

    The man was grinning maliciously, his cold eyes staring at the view.

    "That's good," Ichimatsu said, turning back and showed his usual cold expressions, "Tell your servants you don't want any visits from anyone, especially them. I don't want any disturbance."

     Karamatsu nodded.

    "I-I'll do that."

    "Great."

    Ichimatsu stepped closer towards Karamatsu. "Now's the real deal."

    Karamatsu trembled. He tried to calm himself down, but the more he look at Ichimatsu, the more he realize that he is actually facing a serial killer.

    "First, I need to train you."

    "Wh-what kind of training?"

    Ichimatsu thought for awhile.

    He then got a brilliant idea.

    "Get your maids' outfit."