Chapter 2
"Take this Kunimitsu," The elder Tezuka laid a seemingly confidential envelope on his desk. "It is best that I entrust this to you."
Before he could hear his father explicate further, he rose from his unperturbed position and conveyed on a different issue instead. "How is mother?"
Kuniharu fell silent at the sudden query. He pressed his lips and tried to present his only son an assuring smile. "She is getting better. Although the progress is not that fast, you know how badly injured she was."
"Is that so..."
Noticing the slight sulking on his son's face, Kuniharu shifted on bringing the conversation on a buoyant side. "Son, I'm planning to transfer her in a hospital near Nagoya. That way I could keep an eye on her recovery while I'm working," His father notified him. "Visit her again before we leave. It might help her recuperate."
"Of course,"
It was because of that slave that's why it happened to his mother. And the fact that the shameless bastard will be working for him provoked his exasperation further. Definitely he could not swallow seeing that shameless face for long!
"We'll be leaving tomorrow night, take in charge of the things here," He gave his son a pat on the shoulders before walking out of the room, and turned again to give Tezuka one more reminder. "Kunimitsu, take a good care of that assistant of yours also. Remember what your mother risked for him…" Then Kuniharu continued exiting the room.
Tezuka greeted his teeth so hard. Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable! Him, taking care of an assistant? He would rather bite off his own tongue than doing it. Just because his mother saved him does not mean he should get special attention! He must be left rotting in a prison or be hit by a car instead. He doesn't understand why his father has that selfless attitude. But NEVER ever will he take care of that creature!
He went to sit back on his chair and took a deep breath. He finally touched the envelope that Kuniharu gave him, and he almost tore it to pieces the instant he saw its label: bio data of Fuji Syusuke.
DAMN!
Tezuka slammed the paper on his desk. Then he grabbed the phone to make a call.
"Atobe,"
Like him, Atobe was also a son of a powerful and respected family. They've met as an elementary student and God knows how they got along with each other. And being friends for a long time somehow made them learn how each other's conceited brain worked.
"Oh? It has been a while since you called, Tezuka. Ore-sama heard you've got a new assistant, no?" Tezuka then heard Atobe snickered on the other line.
That sneaky bastard…
Tezuka then decided to pour his frustration to the other man. "I can't believe my father just asked me to take care of that guy!"
"Heh? That's fucking unfair… But ore-sama can't blame him since father is exactly the opposite of his son." Atobe mocked him with a sarcastic laugh.
"Shut.Up. My mother saved his life you know…"
"Ore-sama heard about it." Atobe said, "Hm… That's why you were told to look after him right? Fuck, don't tell ore-sama you'll do…"
"Hell, NO! Don't even think about it!" Tezuka hissed.
"Haha! You're really a devil Tezuka." Atobe mocked further, "Ore-sama can't believe your parents got a creepy son like you."
Tezuka automatically raised an eyebrow, "Look who's talking."
The images of the pitiable figure of his beloved mother kept flashing into his mind. Right after leaving the hospital, depression struck Tezuka. He only kept staring outside the car window, gazing blankly at the buildings in the middle of the night.
But somehow, he was glad there was this feeling of relief that rose every time he remembered that his mother would surely recover.
Tezuka couldn't wait to enter in his room when he got into the mansion. He was SO tired that it made him develop a headache. Tezuka cursed.
"What the-?" Tezuka was really, really dismayed when he saw a figure pouring a hot chocolate on his favorite cup.
Fuji, having sensed that someone had just entered the room, turned and saw no one but Tezuka. Perfect timing he thought, "Okaeri, Tezuka-sama!"
Tezuka's blood boiled the instant he heard Fuji's voice. GOD! How could that bastard touch his precious cup and greet him with that freaky smile!
"I've prepared this since the maids told me that you love to drink hot chocolate every night." He said, "Um, and Tezuka-sama, you haven't given the list of my tasks yet…"
The taller man responded with a furious glare that made Fuji almost back. Then all he knew was that Tezuka had rushed towards him. The smaller man tensed, and thought of something he might have done wrong…
In a flash Fuji felt his face burning as Tezuka splashed the entire amount of hot chocolate directly onto his face. Fuji stumbled and screamed in pain. In panic, he immediately wiped his face using the towel he carried with him.
"Have I told you to enter here and prepare a drink for me?" He grabbed Fuji's collar as if Fuji was a dog and shook his body violently. "HUH?"
Fuji kept as steady as he could while desperately trying to release himself from the taller man's extremely tight grip. He punched, kicked and even pinched, scratched and dug his nails to Tezuka to let him go. He even attempted to poke Tezuka's eye despite the presence of his glasses. But Tezuka would only shake him violently to stop his struggling body.
"Please…stop," Fuji was nearing to lose his breath. "St..o.p…it! A..rg..h!"
But it looked as if Tezuka enjoyed watching the smaller guy beg for release, he was getting pleased at the expression of Fuji's nearly burnt face. He tightened his grip even harder.
"A..a.h...Ugh…ah…"
He was getting satisfied every time Fuji would utter a cry. His cries differed from the usual sounds of the previous assistants he had cared. Maybe it has something to do with that girly look of his... Tezuka thought.
Feeling that his arms were already exhausted from grasping, Tezuka finally crashed Fuji onto the hard floor. After all, he was already worn out from the day's activities to begin with.
Tezuka could hear Fuji's labored gasps echoing in the room. He left the frail body lying almost breathless, and went on undoing his dress instead while walking towards the closet.
The honey haired boy walked weakly out of the room, his tears falling.
If only his family was still alive…
After having tidied himself, Fuji hesitated if he should go back to Tezuka's room to clean the splattered liquid on the floor. Honestly, he doesn't want to go back ever! Plus he always wondered why the room was always dimly lit. Maybe devils really don't like bright places? He thought ironically.
After getting the cleaning equipments, Fuji passed by to the quarter's terrace and his attention was caught immediately as he saw a dark sky which was flooded with glimmering stars. He went outside the terrace to see it more closely, and was amazed by the breath taking view of the heavens. It was peacefully silent. As Fuji closed his eyes and breathed the cold fresh air, he suddenly heard whispering voices that seemed to be gossiping secretly…
"I never knew he was capable of such emotion…"
"Really? What does it look like?"
"Yeah, tell us, tell us,"
Fuji couldn't help but eavesdrop. They seemed to be talking of something unbelievable, suspicious and confidential the same time…
"When he came down from the hospital his face was really lonely…"
"He went to see his mother ne?"
"Ah…"
He? Hospital? Mother? Ayana-san…?
Then he knew it. They were talking about Tezuka. Unable to resist his shouting curiosity, Fuji finally peeked and saw no one but Tezuka's driver and the other maids rustling at a corner, their faces wearing an expression of disbelief.
"This was because Ayana-sama saved Kunimitsu-sama's current assistant from being hit by a car nya…"
Having heard of it, Fuji's mind whirled until he finally settled to sit down. He suddenly felt depressed, only to be brought out of it by a bird that fell right in front of him.
Huh? Fuji inspected the bird and noticed a severe wound just around its belly. He was about to pick it up when the bird hysterically wiggled and tried to fly again. He stood watching the bird as it desperately lift himself up. And Fuji backed in surprise as the bird was finally able to fly high again after doing such deadly attempts.
Amazing…
When he entered the room, he choked as he saw Tezuka fully naked with droplets of water running down from his body. Surprised of being seen, Tezuka almost jumped back and put on his silk robe immediately.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Tezuka was already looking for something deadly to throw at Fuji.
The smaller guy immediately turned around and spoke hastily for an explanation.
"Ah! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I came back to clean, Tezuka-sama!" Then he walked towards the door right away, and was stopped by a compelling hand whose fingers now tightly tangled with his hair.
Fuji felt his neck almost broke as Tezuka dragged his hair forcefully, throwing him directly at the edge of the table. When he stumbled, Tezuka then threw a wooden chair at his frail body and lifted him by the hair, slapped his face and threw him against the hard edge of the table again. Startled at the sudden attack, Fuji thought of a way to escape.
"You just love coming to my room don't you?"
Fuji could not believe his ears. Why on earth would he adore entering Tezuka's hell like room? He knew his gratitude for the family would always remain strong, but his respect for Tezuka was slipping away progressively since he started working days ago.
"What are you thinking? I was only going to clean your room!" He protested.
Yet, another wooden chair was thrown at him. Fuji's body screamed in pain, finally a tear fell from his eyes. He remembered the bird… the bird… and… Ayana-san…
Fuji ignored the pain and stood up, with the purpose of punching Tezuka on the face. Maybe he could teach this spoiled bastard a lesson. He threw his arms and put all of his strength onto his fist, only to be kicked hard at the stomach that made him stumble in defeat.
Tezuka only laughed at him.
"Y-you, you think this is funny?" Fuji spoke, clutching his aching stomach.
The taller man's face suddenly darkened and sent him a sharp glare, "Don't even think of going against me." He said coldly. Tezuka then knelt down and seized Fuji's face.
Tezuka shivered as he saw a proximal view of Fuji's face; suddenly he was taken aback as he saw the smaller man's deep blue crystal-like eyes glowed with anger, as if… as if he was just shot by a killing intent. Tezuka then only shove Fuji's head down to the floor. He stood up and continued to stare at Fuji, and grinned evilly as he thought of what he'll do with the guy in front of him.
Don't even dare of going against me. You've only just started Fuji Syusuke…
A/N: Thanks for reading! I don't know but I like Tezuka to be evil here… Plus Atobe is his arrogant friend too! And thanks for those who have read and reviewed last time : D
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