Into the Depths of Hell, I’ll Gladly Fall

“M-Milord,”

You muttered the phrase as you carefully walked into the meeting hall, trying to make haste of your cleaning duties so you didn’t hear anything illegal or disturb the lord of hell himself.

Stealing a quick glance, you studied the face of the man that now held you captive inside the compounds of the Ichinomiya clan. Stern, not a ounce of kindness was on his face as he seemed to be discussing war tactics with his most trusted page, Soryu Oh.

A foreigner to Owari, but Lord Ichinomiya trusted him like he was his own brother. You heard the rumors about Lord Ichinomiya, about him being adopted or killing his biological parents, so you concluded that his lack of family was why he put such great trust and bonds with his pages. They were his family you assumed. And Lord Oh was no exception.

Soryu Oh was regarded as the highest ninja in Japan. Rumors spoke about his mass killings, women and children, which made him seem like a favorable candidate next to Lord Ichinomiya, because he was rumored to be just as ruthless. 

They were only rumors, and you knew two things well about rumors. One, to not gossip in the castle grounds. You knew your place, it was nothing more of a low page, and that was a status you intended to keep. And two, rumors were what they are––rumors. You couldn’t believe anything till it came out of the sources mouth.

Besides Lord Oh, there were a few others that you took note that held high priority to Lord Ichinomiya. Two of the strangest were Lord Baba (as he liked to be addressed as) and Lord Kisaki, who seemed to never do their work, so you wondered how they held such high statuses. 

But, besides them, the other pages were Lord Kishi and Lord Hishikura. The clan medic, Dr. Foster, also seemed to be on good terms with the pages and Lord Ichinomiya as well.

“Girl,” A deep voice called out, plucking you from your thoughts and back to the task as hand. It seems in your recollection of the terrifying men in front of you that you stopped cleaning in the room.

“I-I’m s-so sorry Milord!” You called out, bowing low before turning to go back to cleaning, trying to work faster to make up for your lost time.

As your back was turned, you failed to notice the smirk on Lord Ichinomiya’s face as he went back to his war strategies with Lord Oh.

It was strange, truly. 

Even though you had your reasons for leaving the capital and coming to Owari, you never knew why Lord Ichinomiya took you in. As far as you were concerned, you could be a assassin, a thief. You still couldn’t believe he listened to your explanation about the situation when you told him, let alone being taken in by him to work of the debt you now owed.

Your father was a gambler, and your mother up and left years ago. Although your father spoke of her death, you knew that she never truly died. All you had was your father and your older brother Takamune. To you, even though your family wasn’t normal or easy, it was still family all the same. 

Thinking about your brother, and his final words, you sighed.

“I swear I will come get you Khim! Wait for me!”

You received one letter form him since your change of lifestyle. It was short, the details lacking, but he spoke about his promise, and that he was with a clan as a high page, working on getting you back. The words echoed in your ears as you finished cleaning in the room, only to try and run for the door when the same chilling voice called out to you once more.

“Don’t dismiss yourself just yet,” Was all he said, not even glancing from his map in front of him as the other pages filled out of the room, leaving you, Lord Ichinomiya and Lord Oh alone.

“We are still investigating you girl,” Lord Oh called out in a intimidating tone, which, worked as you shook in your spot.

“R-Rightly so Milords.” You responded, pausing a few seconds until you realized you should have bowed, and rushed to do so in a frenzy. 

“From today onward you will be working along side me,” Lord Ichinomiya declared, moving from his spot to walk over to you, using his index finger to lift your head to face him, placing it gently under your chin, “Meeting any needs I may have.”

The tone in his voice, the way he looked at you, it all made your skin crawl. It was a reaction you weren’t expecting, but also expecting at the same time. If you weren’t a assassin then a prostitute was the next logical guess. Still, the comment made your blood boil, as you found yourself shoving his hand away, taking a few steps back.

“Don’t misunderstand my words Milord,” You refuted, “Me selling myself wasn’t for sexual favors, it was for work as a page. I’m sure another women can fulfill those desires of yours.”

“Listen you––” Lord Oh began to yell, but Lord Ichinomiya simply held up a hand to calm him.

“I will enjoy stomping out the fire I see you cling to,” He said, a smirk ghosting his lips, “It will be the only thing that gets you through hell here.” 

You held your tongue, not knowing what to say but not having the guts to up and leave, so you stared at him.

“…”

He didn’t respond either, only staring at you as well. The harsh expression never changed, in fact, you swore it got deeper as time moved on.

“We need to finalize our plans Eisuke,” Lord Oh announced, and you made mental note of the familiarity in his voice to Lord Ichinomiya as he slowly broke his eye contact from you, turning to face him.

“Figure it out with Hishikura,” He answered, quickly moving past you to leave the room, only to find that he grabbed your wrist and was dragging you along with him.

“M-Milord!?” You squeaked, looking to Lord Oh for some sort of saving, but his confused look on his face only made it clear that even he had no idea of his intentions as he pulled you out of the room.

And being dragged through the hallways of the castle wasn’t any easier.

The looks of the maids and pages that you both passed, practically hand in hand, didn’t ease any rumors about you at all. From the suspicions of you being a whore they only intensified, remarking you as a prostitute from another clan, a master poisoner and so on. You cringed at the remarks as you silently wished Lord Ichinomiya would increase his pace and hurry up to wherever the destination would be.

Reaching his chambers, he slid the door open and threw you in, causing you to trip and fall––right on his bedding.

Panicking, you tried to move from your spot, but two arms encircled you above, trapping you between the bedding and Lord Ichinomiya himself…

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KBTBB- The Bidder After The Break Up

MC and the Bidder Break

Ota Kisaki He’d woken up the next morning, running a hand through the girl next to hims hair, it took him a few moments to gather his thoughts, memories of the night before flashing through his mind as he took a note of the girl not being you, shifting himself as to not wake her as he moved out of the room.

He remembered how angry you’d been, how hurt you’d looked, how you called out you’d be back for your stuff, except you never came back for your stuff.

Three weeks later, still a wreck, Ota was waiting for you to appear, so apologies could slip from his lips, begging for you to take him back, and yet it seemed that you were just gone, simply having disappeared off of the face of the earth, and all he wanted was to know where you’d gone. If you were ever planning on coming back to him, if you hated him for the way he had treated you, so childishly allowing his anger to get the better of him, and then sleeping with that girl.

Ota was going to find you, sweep you up, watch as you fall in love with him all over again, fixing the mess he’d made.

Eisuke Ichinomiya Diving into his work, he refused to admit he missed your presence, missed the good times, the shared kisses, everything was the same as it always had been.

Week one, he was convinced you’d come back, running, taking him for who he was, for everything he’d done, and yet by the third week you were still missing. Week three, still gone, week four, week five, week six, it all merged into one, now you were gone, and he didn’t even want to try and find you because he knew if he did the two of you would be locked in the same screaming matches, and that was apparently not the way which the both of you would want to live.

Every night he lay in bed, telling him those same lies in an attempt to keep himself alive, one more time, one more night of lies, and then you might show up again.

But the truth is, he was about to loose it, he wasn’t sure he could do this if he wasn’t with you.

Mitsunari Baba The screaming broke throughout the room, and this no longer seemed like the endless love, his heart yearning for your return, and yet he knew by telling you he was in love with someone else, he was never going to get you back, and as the girl in front of him continued onwards screaming. He didn’t even know where you’d gone, but as he watched the woman in front of hims face contort in hate, he recognised that heartbroken look.

It was a miracle that he needed.

Mitsunari, knew there was no guarantee he would find you, that he would be able to win you back, it had been six months, you could have found your own lover by now, you could have fallen out of love with him, after all, he’d simply stood there, he’d told you he loved someone else. He didn’t know where he should start, where would you be, what it would take for you to take him back, because he would do it all, he’d do anything, he was going to find you and bring you back into his. Mitsunari wasn’t perfect but he swore he was going to be perfect for you.

And, he needed you endlessly.

Soryu Oh Everything was going to be alright, that same damned mantra everyday, everything had to be alright, he’d said his last goodbye to you, and no matter how he loved you, he knew he could get through this, he knew he’d broken your heart, but he had to be okay, because you wouldn’t be and he’d chosen this.

And yet, everyday you were the only thing on his mind, how you were, if you’d gotten over him, if you’d found yourself someone new to love, and then he wondered if you’d ever take him back. It was something that remained in the back of his head, the kinds of things you and he could have had if he hadn’t left you. Soryu left wondering if he came back into your life could you accept that, or would you just feel lied to, had you just washed your hands of him?

Months passed by, with the thoughts progressing towards the front of his mind, thinking more and more about how he wanted to be next to you, to be close to you, placing kisses on you, holding you, murmurings of how he would never leave you again. It continued onwards, your form haunting his dreams.

Slowly Soryu was finding himself driven towards you, wanting to run back, and he knew he would, the only question was whether or not you wanted him back.

Mamoru Kishi Mamoru had taken to acting like it had never happened, like you’d never existed and there had never been any sort of romance between the two of you. Blocking out thoughts of you, with memories of you floating into his head and making a porno feel like it was home. Wanting you next to him again, to hear you say you love him just so he could glue those words to his mind.

The silent heartbreak you’d felt as you’d collected your pieces had moved onto Mamoru as he attempted to accept that you’d walked out of the door. He found himself sleeping less so the thoughts of you didn’t dance across his mind, cigarette packets piling up on the floor, followed by cans, until the apartment you’d share became a mess, to the point where he lost the pictures of you leaving him alone as he lost track of the days you’d been gone.

He’d rather you stayed through all the things he didn’t do for you, because trying not to think about you wasn’t working, you couldn’t put out a fire that was still burning, and just when he would think that moving on was getting that bit closer, something about you would sneak into his memories, tearing him up all over again.

Mamoru was going to have you back one day, because you were that fire that burnt in his chest, and why put out a fire when its still burning?

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Father Frets - Eisuke Ichinomiya

He had been staring at his computer screen in the dark for the last few hours – confused, overtired and stressed. It was safe to say, that without doubt – Eisuke had never quite experienced anything like this before; the self made millionaire fluctuating between hot and cold uncomfortable sweats when the newest chapter of his life had begun to be written and for the first time in a long time, he came to realize that he’d for once, have absolutely no control over it.

You had been asleep; as quiet as a mouse in bed beside him earlier as he painfully tried to figure out what he was going to do. The idea of a family had been simple at first for him – he’d perceived that after a few careless thrusts and groans, 9 months later a baby would appear and from then on in it would be close to smooth sailing. No – not that simple Mr Ichinomiya; he had been very, very, very wrong.

At first all he had to deal with were the cravings – you’d wake up at ridiculous times of the night completely irritated or barge into his office during the middle of a business meeting and demand the most ridiculous of taste requests which he wasn’t sure how any living person could stomach – mayonnaise on cinnamon donuts, wasabi flavoured pancakes, adding pepper to melted chocolate which you slathered onto cheeseburgers. Luke had assured him that this was perfectly normal.

Then came the self hatred and nitpicking of every single thing he absolutely loved about your body. You complained about how your hips had been getting wider and how your stomach which he’d wrapped his arms around for months admiring had started to stretch; about how your back ached due to the extra weight you were carrying and how, although he didn’t quite see this as a negative, your chest growing to the point that you could no longer fit into the petite large wardrobe you had or your maid uniform.

Following those negatives came the emotional rollercoaster you’d throw him on which was something that Eisuke was trying not to overanalyse. You’d snap at the smallest of things like the bidders walking into the living room with their shoes on after a late night out and burst out crying without notice at things which just seemed trivial – the first time was when you saw the first ultrasound of your child, last week it had been because a child had lost their balloon at the park, a month before because you were watching the Lion King and Mufasa had just died. Apparently again – for women this was normal, a concept he couldn’t quite grasp yet accepted.

What he did grasp though was your hand during labor – you’d somehow found the strength to almost crush every single bone that made up his palm and fingers as you swore ineloquently at him about the pain he’d apparently put you through. The nurses kept asking him to just tell you to breath; the calm down; to repeat that you’d be okay and that you had to be strong; for yourself, for him, for the baby. A painful 7 hours later; the crying screams of the tiny little bundle of joy cursed through him like black magic. He had found himself in the first moments of fatherhood and was worried that he wouldn’t live up to the expectations you had; that your child had, that the world had of him.

Fingers gliding over the keyboard of his laptop that he’d been looking up parenting tips on; Eisuke looked down to see you toss and turn before making yourself comfortable again - an arm slipped beneath a pillow and a leg stuck out from beneath the sheets to get at ease. Reaching out to brush some hair from your face; he took a good look at you – watching as you flinched slightly in your sleep as the cold gold metal of his wedding band skimming your skin.

An incoherent mumble skimmed your lips which he didn’t quite catch – the soft sound of crying creeping from the cot on the other side of the bedroom all too overwhelming. Shock quickly set in. It was the first night at home for the three of you as a family and still – he was up fretting over things he knew he couldn’t control – tomorrow, the next day, the moment right now. Noticing that you shuffled to get up, Eisuke shut the screen of the laptop, sliding it onto the bedside table before kissing you on the forehead and assuring with a confident tone that he’d take care of this – that he’d managed.

Pushing himself out of the bed and onto his feet, he paced over to the crib looking down over the tiny baby which blubbered and cried – the emotional yet exhausting sounds he heard causing his stomach to churn and heart to race; not in the way he would have initially thought though. Scooping up the tiny baby boy into his arms, Eisuke held his son close to his chest and exhaled hard, cradling him delicately while gently bouncing from side to side – the moment soft enough to cease the crying sounds and put your son back to sleep.

Glancing out the bayview windows of the bedroom which overlooked the bright night skyline – Eisuke took a quiet moment to admire the world as he saw it; just for that moment before turning back to look at you still in bed – a venerable smile pulling on his lips. Perhaps he didn’t have to worry about tomorrow, or the next day or the future. Perhaps – Eisuke figured; it would all make sense as each day came along. Eyes focused back on the city before glancing down at his son; he chuckled – a deep vibration shaking his chest.

“Things are going to be a lot different with you around now kiddo”, he whispered without thinking, “..and just like I promised your mother – every light in this night sky; every piece of this world can I can give you – is going to be yours.”

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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Eisuke Ichinomiya - CEO of the Ichinomiya Group

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Take Care Of You

Nagito was sulking.

“What’s the matter with him?” Iori asked Kota, who was reading his script. That in itself was surprising since Nagi never did keep quiet when Kota was in the living room.

“Miharu refused a kiss from him,” Kota replied nonchalantly.

“Oh? She got sick of you?” Iori took a seat next to Nagi, who was still pouting.

“No!” Nagi protested loudly, causing Kota to look at him. “She’s just busy, that’s why…”

“That’s why she ran off when you tried to kiss her.” Kota completed his sentence.

Iori chortled, finding the situation entirely amusing. “How bad are your kisses, Nagi?”

“My kisses are not the problem.” Nagito slumped over in his seat.

“Then, go find out what the problem is.” Kota pointed out.

“You’re unusually helpful today, Kota,” Iori noted.

“Nah, we don’t need Nagi to be whining the whole day. Throws off the entire mood of the house.”

As the two of them conversed, Nagito took off, running up the stairs to the second floor. Her door was closed, and just as he was about to knock, he heard her cough. Oh, was that why she ran away? To avoid spreading her cough? But, perhaps she wasn’t sick. Nagito stood outside the door. He didn’t have to wait long before Miharu was coughing again. He frowned, going back down.

Nagi walked through the living room, ignoring Iori and Kota entirely. When he reached the kitchen, he took out the jar of honey they always used, as well as a lemon. Mixing the honey and lemon with warm water, Nagito nodded his head when he finally had three bottles in front of him.  Gathering them up in his arms, he went back up, knocking on his girlfriend’s door.

“Miharu! I’m coming in!” Nagito called out. He stuffed one bottle under his arm, opening the door with his free hand.

“Nagito!” Her voice was flustered, as she held her blouse in front of her naked upper torso.

“Oh.” Nagi stared for a moment before he grinned. “I thought you ran away because you were sick, but you just wanted me to chase after you, huh?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Miharu quickly put on her blouse, frowning at him.

He couldn’t help but admire her curves, almost needing to give himself a smack on the back of his head. “I’d chase you anywhere,” Nagito smiled at her, taking a couple of steps further into the room.

“S-stop!” She held out her hand.

“Nope, not going to.”

“Nagi-” Before she could say anything else, she started coughing again.

He sighed, placing the bottles he prepared on her table. He proceeded to wrap his arms around her, laughing at her futile attempts to push him away. “You stop it.”

“I can’t spread a virus to a star.” Miharu buried her face in his chest, finally giving up on pushing him away. “What if you get sick and can’t appear on television? What if you can’t perform? What if you faint during dancing? What if…”

“What if I get sad because my girlfriend doesn’t let me take care of her?”

“Erm, well…” She glanced up at him, and Nagito resisted the urge to kiss those lips.

“You don’t want me sad, do you?” He whispered, drawing closer to her.

“N-no.”

“Good. Sit down.” He picked up a bottle of honey lemon water, opening the cap and handing it over to her as she took a seat on her bed. “Drink this. If you don’t feel better tomorrow, we’re going to the doctor’s.”

“Okay.” She took a couple of mouthfuls as he kept his eyes on her. “This is nice.”

“Think I can sell it? Nagito’s Lemony Honey Drink.”

Miharu giggled, snuggling up to him as he joined her on the bed. “I’d buy it.”

“You? Nah, you’ll get it for free.” Nagito ran his fingers through her hair, feeling her body tremble as she coughed again.

“Okay, we’re spending the day in bed. I mean, I’d have liked for us to spend it doing something else, but someone’s sick and needs cuddles.” Nagito kissed the top of her forehead, feeling her hand pressed against his chest.

“I love cuddling with you.” Miharu murmured, the tone of her voice causing Nagito to smile.

She was about to fall asleep, wasn’t she? Now that she was in his arms, he could tell that she wasn’t running a fever. Okay, just a cough then. Perhaps she’d been overworking herself. Well, considering their schedule, it was bound to happen. Ah, he should have made sure she rested. He did notice she didn’t have that much of an appetite yesterday. He was busy, but that was no excuse. Nagi watched her eyes close and held her tighter.

“I’m going to take good care of you.”

“For the rest of my life?”

Nagito was caught off guard by her question. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. He grinned at her.

“As long as you want, Miharu.”

She leant forward, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “For the rest of our lives, then.”

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