Two weeks have passed since she began working here. She was still unbearably annoying in her audacity, her bold remarks brewed a nauseating concoction deep inside of him composed of disgust, exasperation, and wrath alongside...surprisingly, respect. Respect for an individual ready to stand her ground despite many threats against her wellbeing and her pet, respect for one as strongwilled as him despite being struck on more than one occasion. He had seen her entire torso bare, yet she never blushed or averted her gaze when she saw him. But most of all, he couldn't deny that her values regarding copulation were admirable and rare. However, this new feeling of respect was very dim compared to the blaring red, flaming light of his hatred for her and all of her kind. He was ready to tear that razor blade of a tongue clean out of her mouth when she had first taunted him about his garden, but he decided otherwise for he had been awfully tired and didn't feel like scrubbing his hands from touching her putrid flesh.

Akito scowled as he watched her scrub the dried blood on the floor. "Why must you take so long cleaning? Just be done with it and leave."

It was the first time he had spoken while she worked in his chamber, the shock stilling her hand for a moment. She slammed her hand down on the tatami mat and faced him, pointing as much hatred at him as possible... Which was quite a formidable amount. "Why must you be so filthy? How does one person collect that much dust every single day when all they do is sit and brood about how miserable their life is? And now you've gone and injured one of the maids, so of course I'm going to take awhile. If you want it done faster, there's an extra cloth in my bucket. Grab it and put those pretty hands to work."

He scoffed as her narrowed gaze returned to the floor and the scritching on the mat resumed. "I don't think Tenshi will appreciate you throwing her life away so easily."

"I don't think your dick will appreciate being snapped in half, nor your eyes being gouged out of their sockets."

The Head snorted and leaned his shoulder against the wall, casting his gaze across the room. "You wouldn't dare touch me, filth."

"Wow, nice comeback. That one really hurt." That revolting sarcasm of hers had the corner of his mouth twitching upwards, his lips parting, in a grimace.

"Bitch."

"Such hurt, much offense." A hefty sigh as the girl stood. "The stain is as lifted as it's going to get. Maybe if you'd stop staining every single replacement we have I wouldn't have to leave it like this."

"Just admit you don't know what the hell you're doing. I can't have that unsightly stain in my room."

"But you can nearly rid another human being's arm of all function? What, don't want a reminder of your immorality? Maybe it'll serve as a lesson to think before you act and hurt others!" That vexing defiance was flashing in her eyes, her nose scrunched in anger. He hated it! How dare she speak to him like she was on his level! No one had the right! "You're lucky you didn't sever an integral tendon! She may have lost her ability to use her arm!" Shut up... Just shut up! "How can you live knowing you hurt someone that badly?! You're the lowest of the low! The-" He covered her mouth with his hand, leaning close to her.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I will do as I please. I own the people here. I'm the head of the House, they have to listen to me. Just like you. You-" A slick, disgustingly wet sensation slid over his hand. He pulled it away and stared at the trail of saliva with immense abhorrence.

"You can't own people; get that through your damn head! You are a normal person just like anyone else! No one has the right to treat people like they're below them! Just accept you have your crippling insecurities you don't know how to handle and therefore lash out at everyone! You-" Seeing no other option to shut the witch up, he had grabbed both sides of her face and pressed his mouth to hers harshly. His brows were furrowed in suffocating hate. He could feel his heart pounding in rage. She squeaked in surprise and perhaps protest the moment his lips made contact with hers, her small hands boldly touched his shoulders and curled in the fabric of his kimono sleeve. He couldn't care less if she was a masochist or was attempting to push him off. He feared if he pulled away she'd start her irritating barking again... But he quickly realized he had to breathe. Waiting until his head was starting to swim and his lungs ache from lack of oxygen, he languidly withdrew. His eyes fell upon her lips as he did so. A thin line of saliva connected their bottom lips. Disgusting. He met her green eyes, unable to name any of the emotions sparking within them. Her cheeks were tinted crimson, her entire body trembled.

"I'll say it again. Shut. Up." He shoved her to the side to prevent her from reputing. "Now leave. I'm done with you."

He walked out towards the engawa as he listened to the sounds of her scurrying and then the door sliding open and closed. Sitting and enjoying the breeze upon his skin, he brought his fingertips to his lips. So that was what the hype about a first kiss was about? He didn't understand it... It was simple mouth to mouth contact. But... He supposed it could have been more unpleasant.

I scrambled back to my room, nearly tripping several times as my pant legs became unfolded and fell past my feet. By the time I fell in my door and nearly faceplanted, I was huffing and wheezing and my knees were jello. I nudged the door closed with my foot as I held myself up with my arms and stared at the floor under me. He...he actually kissed me! Why?! Why did he have to do that?! That was my first kiss, and he had forced it from me... That bastard... He was taking everything from me! How much longer before he... I shook my head, wiping the tears I hadn't realized had fell. I couldn't do this to myself. I had to stop falling into this pit of despair over him. It was just so hard when he was violating me and ripping away what I wanted to hold for that one special person. But... I had always heard there was a spark when you first kiss the one. Was that tiny flare I felt that spark? Or was it hate?... Or was that just a normal kiss? It's not like I had any others to base my opinion off. I gingerly touched my tainted mouth, strangely missing the warmth of his against my lips. God I was fucked in the head... For now I would chalk these emotions off as resentment and lingering teenage hormones. There was nothing to our relationship aside from boss and worker. And that was how it would remain.

"Hatori."

"Yessir."

"Get that woman a kimono. I can't have her wearing such simple clothing in this house... Make it a purple one."

AN: Uh-oh. Akito figured out how to shut Amethyst up without fail. Will he avoid it himself, or will it be a recurring thing? Hmm... Sorry this one's short. Next one should be much longer.