The Introduction
Katsuya blinked a few times, searching the window for any signs of the figure he had seen before. There was nothing there, but he could not help feeling that someone had been there.
"Katsuya!" The Master yelled from upstairs. "Get some blankets from the closet."
How was he supposed to find blankets? He had just gotten here. Ugh, Katsuya thought. 'I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.'
Someone was coming downstairs. The man with the multicolored hair was coming. He went right past him to a small closet built in by the couch.
"Oh." Katsuya blushed as the man pulled some blankets out of the closet, and blushed even harder as he turned around and smiled at him, then headed up the stairs. He stared at the floor in embarrassment. 'Well, he thought, 'might as well go upstairs and see what they were doing.' Same thing as before; I've italicized this to distinguish between the narration and the character's thoughts.
He looked up from the floor and blushed almost completely red as he studied the chiseled abs in front of him.
"Look, Seto, he's admiring you!" Katsuya didn't even look up to see who had said that, simply turned and ran into the kitchen. He looked around and saw the pantry door.
Katsuya fumbled with the door knob and rushed into it. He gasped and put his hand over his heart, and felt his blush receding. Slowly, his breathing calmed down and he thought again about those chiseled abs; his blush came back again full force.
"Katsuya, if you're going to stay in there, give me the bottle of wine on the third shelf." The Master's voice came through the closed door and Katsuya gasped. He felt his heart give a flutter and then flipped.
"Katsuya, I'm going to open the door and get it myself if you don't hurry up." Katsuya hurriedly looked around for the wine.
"AH!" Katsuya screamed as the Master pushed the door open. He landed on his stomach and looked up at the Master's imposing figure.
His breath caught in his throat as he studied the wide shoulders and the defined chest and then again to the finely chiseled abs, and, then, even farther down, a light dusting of hair leading down to...
"Like what you see, Katsuya?"
Katsuya closed his eyes and shivered. He felt The Master's arms around his waist, his head gently nuzzling the crook of his neck. His lips brushed Katsuya's skin softly, leaving faint red spots. Katsuya felt himself being lifted up. He gasped and tried to wiggle out of his Master's grip, but to no avail.
He felt his head hit something, then being thrown and landing on something he couldn't identify. The last thing he saw was the Master standing above him silhouetted against the bright light. His stomach churned with the sensation of falling. Then his eyes closed.
