Pleading Slave || An IchiKara Fanfic

Chapter 21: The End

"And the elected president is..."

"Ichiko!"

Everyone cheered, clapping and smiled.

"And here is President Ichiko!"

Ichiko smiled, standing proudly. "Thank you, everyone... It is an honor to be here. I am grat-"

Then gasps and murmurs started to rise. Some of them point behind Ichiko, whispering to each other.

Ichiko glance behind and was shock to see her recordings displayed on the white screen. In every recordings, Ichiko's victim was tied to a chair, lifeless and the woman herself was standing next to them.

"Wh-what is the meaning of this?!" she screeched. Fear start to control her and so she ran.

"Securities! Don't let her escape!"

Choromatsu yelled.

Immediately, Ichiko found herself handcuffed and was being pushed to the exit.

"I can explain!" Ichiko scream, but in vain. She knew there was no out on this one.

Before anyone can divest what just happened, someone walk towards the microphone.

Karamatsu breathed in deeply, "What you just witnessed just now was real. It seems like Ichiko, the woman you all thought you knew, isn't who she really is! She is a sick murderer and is out of her mind. Ichiko doesn't deserve to be the next president. Her victims didn't deserve to die."

Swiftly, Karako pull him away into the backstage.

"Are you crazy?! That was not the plan!"

"I thought..."

Ichimatsu appeared, "It doesn't matter. Not like it would interfere with everything, right?"

"Whatever," Karako scoffed then look outside. "It's really crowded. Should we run away from here?"

The two men nodded and so off they went.

•••••••••••

Ichimatsu slowly look around, expecting to see a familiar face.

"Ichimatsu!"

From the distance, Karamatsu waved at the man with a big smile on his face. He really stood out from the people in the cafe. Probably it's because he's wearing such exaggerated clothing today.

And maybe his smile, Ichimatsu thought.

Karamatsu sat down in front of Ichimatsu, his smile still visible. "So you say you want to meet up?"

"It's been a week since Ichiko's arrestment, right? We haven't...you know...see each other since then...so I thought..."

"What would you like, sir?" suddenly a waitress appear with a pen and paper.

"Have you order, Ichimatsu?"

"I did."

"Then I would like tea. Thanks. So where were you?"

Ichimatsu nodded, "I well, I thought I wanted to repay you for your hospitality when I was injured. I don't know how, so I decided to ask you."

"Me?"

Karamatsu looked surprised. Then he smiled, "So you would do anything to repay me back?"

"Anything."

"Hmm...this reminded of the first time we met."

"That's not a good reminder," said Ichimatsu, scratching his head. Karamatsu agree, "It is not. So you might have to pay for that too."

Ichimatsu shifted uncomfortably.

He didn't know how much Karamatsu was going to ask for. But whatever it was, he need to repair the damage he had done.

"Stay with me."

"Wh-what?"

"I said stay with me. And when I say that, I meant live with me in the mansion and be mine," Karamatsu said casually. Ichimatsu blink hard. "I-"

"You said you'll do anything."

True. Ichimatsu did say that. But he didn't expect this. "But isn't that..." he muttered, his face flushed a bright red.

"Consider it your payment. And besides, I am lonely when I think about you leaving. And I think we're going to be great couples."

"...Jesus..."

"So..?"

"Fine."

With a big leap, Karamatsu squealed in excitement. "Choroko and the others are going to love it!"

The man quickly sat down when he noticed everyone looking at him. "Sorry," he nervously said.

Ichimatsu smirked and gently held Karamatsu's hand. "You're still my slave. Okay?"