Pleading Slave || An IchiKara Fanfic

Chapter 4

This is stupid, Karamatsu thought, bringing a tray with a cup of coffee on it.

    The billionaire, Karamatsu, was forced into his maids' outfit by Ichimatsu. For the sake of his life, Karamatsu's played along but couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

    Hopefully, no one would find him like this.

    So stupid! Why did he ask me to do such thing!

    He walk towards Ichimatsu, who was sitting on Karamatsu's chair and was facing the view in the terrace. "Just in time," the man said, smirking.

    Karamatsu nervously put down the coffee on a small round table beside Ichimatsu, "Here's your cup of coffee with 2 sugars, Master." Just choke while drinking it, he thought angrily.

    Ichimatsu took a sip on the coffee, let out a long sigh and continue gazing at the view.

    "This is great," he mumbled, leaning more into his chair, "I should come here often."

    Karamatsu was about to leave when Ichimatsu said, "Turn around for me."

    The man obeyed and without warning felt a smack on the center of his butt. Karamatsu jolted up, tugging on his skirt. "E-excuse me?! What kind of training is this?!"

    "Shut up or I'll pour this hot coffee on your eyes."

    Karamatsu gulped.

    Before he can do anything, there was a knock on his door.

    "I thought you told everyone not to look for you!" Ichimatsu glared at the Karamatsu. "I-I did! I swear!"

    Quickly, Ichimatsu ran to the other side of the terrace and hid somewhere Karamatsu couldn't see. Nervously, Karamatsu opened the door.

    "Mr Karamatsu," it was one of his maid, "Someone is looking—what are you wearing, sir?"

    Karamatsu looked down at his maid outfit. Immediately, he felt himself sweating as he look for an excuse.

    "I-I was...cross-dressing! Yes! I wanted to do something to take my mind off from that tragic event!"

    The maid just raised her eyebrows in suspicion but didn't make anymore comments about it. "There is someone who is looking for you. A detective from the Special Detectives Bureau and Co!"

    "A d-detective?"

    This is my opportunity to save myself, Karamatsu cheered silently before saying, "Let him in."

    A man entered.

    He set himself and his case on Karamatsu's couch and crossed his legs, "Sorry for the sudden appearance, Mr Karamatsu. I am Todomatsu from—is that a cosplay?"

    The man, Todomatsu, pointed at Karamatsu's outfit.

    "Pl-please proceed."

    Todomatsu nodded, though not taking his eyes from the outfits.

    "As I was saying, I am Todomatsu from the Special Detectives Bureau and Co. I am here to investigate about your case. May you describe me what your attacker looked like that night?"

    He is here, Karamatsu's mind screamed, He is hiding somewhere in this very room we're in right now!!

    "Sir?" Todomatsu wave his hand in front of Karamatsu's eyes.

   "H-huh? Oh, well..."

     Karamatsu cleared his throat nervously, "I-I can't see very well that time...he had a very messy hair and a pair of cold eyes."

    Todomatsu pulled out his notepad and start scribbling.

    "Uh-huh."

    "A-and, well...that's all I remember of his features."

    "Okay," the detective said, "Can you tell me what happened that night?"

    "Well, I was talking with my colleague when I felt someone stabbed me on the back..."

    "Okay."

    "I fall down and...I remember calling the emergency call. My attacker somehow ran away when I called them."

    "Really?" Todomatsu raised his eyebrows, "Is that what happened?"

    Karamatsu nodded. "Yes."

    Todomatsu look at him suspiciously. "Why didn't he just kill you?," he asked in confusion. Karamatsu felt like he is walking on thin ice, "I...well...I am not sure. I was the victim, not the killer."

    The detective didn't seem he believe it but he nodded and stood up.

    "Well, that would be all, Mr Karamatsu. If there is anything else, just call us."

    "Okay."

    After the detective left, Karamatsu let out a relieve sigh. "Good job, slave," Ichimatsu said, appearing out of nowhere.

    Todomatsu left the room. With a smirk on his face, the man knew the billionaire is hiding something.