Chapter 4: Kyoharu, A Dangerous Game

Maho: Hahaha, Sorry! =_=''' I'm so sorry it tool so long to update! Gomenasai! Well, my internet has been down for a while because I've just moved into a new house. ^.^''' Uhh, well, here's you chappie, Lilith06! At least, that's what I think your username is, O.o'''' I'm going to put a bit of comedy in this one since, it was too hard not to. And I ripped off some board game names and a video game name. Oh, and I'm sorry it's so short. ^.^'''

This was a game. Not like any other. Not like the petty games little children played on sunny days, unaware of the dangers in this world. Worse than Conopoly, The Game of Knife or Lord Of the Things. Very different. Because this game was like no other.

That man, with the slight evil smirk on his face, glasses that covered his eyes, showing no emotion, is the Master of this game. He controls everything that happens. He grins maniacally at the chaos he creates. All He cares about are merits and profit... Himself. His dark raven hair, his light hardly tanned skin, his craziness.

He bribed me. He injected me with false jealousy. He destroyed the world I had come to love. He abducted me from paradise. He was responsible for it all. For the pains searing at my heart.

Before I had realized it I had been mixed into his wrath. His cruelty. His destruction. Yet, somehow, I felt that he was doing the right thing. But who am I to judge what's wrong and what is right? It's the Masters pleasure to slowly kill me with guilt and curiosity.

Debt. I owe him more than I can afford to owe anyone. He unleashed this brutality on my life.

I am now a dog to 6 barbaric males. Their pet. Their toy. The one that they didn't care much for. The toy that was always overlooked and placed at the bottom of the toy box. The one that had never been favored.

Somehow, someway, though, I seem to have fallen for him. He gives me goosebumps, shivers and paranoia. Yet, in some way, I seem to enjoy every heart-pounding hyperventilating second of it.

He may be playing with my heart, even so, I don't mind as much, but, he's also playing with my life.

I know that one way or another, he will also be the one to end my cold, bleak, meaningless days. With his grey eyes piercing me with a glare, I'll feel a deep burning pain in my chest. But not a hot feverish pain, no, it'll be burning and as cold as an icicle driving right through my heart.

I know this world is cruel. I know, I know its inhumanity oh too well.

He smashes the idea constantly into my mind, he doesn't want me to forget my place. I know that the Master will never show me warmth. No love. No admiration. No care. Just cold, isolation for my birthday and a rock covered with mud frosting as my cake.

Despite that, I can still picture it and dream about that some day, he will come out of his shell of ice. His barrier that separates us. And maybe, just maybe, he'll fall for me.

I want to be able to look into his cold eyes, as he lets me remove his glasses, and hug him. I want to be able to pull away, smile and melt into his eyes once again. I want to be able to with no regrets, lower my lips onto his and let a blush creep onto my cheeks as he entwines his fingers into my hair.

I want to feel the warmth to spread into my body and we embrace and I pull away, to see a slight blush on his face and a flustered "I love you," being whispered into my ear as I giggle.

But that's asking for too much, since, after all, he's still Master.

My dear, malicious, evil, cruel, abusive, power-hungry Kyoya Ootori, that loves to paralyze me with fear.

That damn rich bastard.