A/N: There are a lot of excuses for why it's taken me so very long to write this. So many that I'm just going to summarize them: Last year was probably the worst year of my life, for various reasons. Here's hoping this year is better. On to business.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
----Last Chapter----
Slowly, he reached out a hand to him. Seishiros' smirk was satisfied as he grasped the boy's hand and pulled him close, holding him against his chest.
"Such a good boy. Rest now, my little Subaru-kun." He had slept recently, but everything that had happened was so mentally taxing. Subaru easily fell asleep in the embrace of the assassin.
Subaru rolled over, mind fuzzy in half-sleep. Something smelled nice… recollection of the previous evening slammed into him, and he bolted upright. He was in Seishiro-san's room, tucked into the bed. His mind reeled for a moment, trying to make sense of everything that had happened, before giving it up. It would take time to absorb. Turning his attention outwards again, he noticed that the door was open a crack, and that through that door came the scent of something delicious. As he slowly put his feet on the floor, the door opened. Seishiro stood there in black dress pants and a white shirt.
"Ah, you're awake. Come, Subaru-kun, breakfast is ready." The boy stood, and timidly made his way across the room. When he reached Seishiro, a hand was placed on the small of his back and he was guided to the kitchen and into a chair. Blinking, he took in the sight of bowls of rice, miso soup, and a dish of rolled omelettes. Looking across the table, he saw that Seishiro was seated in the other chair, a similar array before him. Well, thought his overloaded mind, that explains what smelled so good. He looked blankly down at the food. Seishiro smiled.
"You don't take proper care of yourself, Subaru-kun. Never mind, I'll take care of you now. Eat." Subaru had regained enough of his mind to flush slightly, hesitantly picking up his chopsticks.
"Itadakimasu…" He whispered, picking up a slice of rolled omelette. Satisfied that his pet was eating, Seishiro started on his own meal, casually observing Subaru as he gained enthusiasm for the food.
As soon as he had taken the first bite, Subaru had realized that he was actually very hungry, and that Seishiro-san was, surprisingly, a wonderful cook. He occasionally glanced up, only to quickly look back down and blush slightly, owing to being met with Seishiro-san's unashamed stare every time.
Finishing the last bite of rice, he put his chopsticks down on their holder and folded his hands in his lap.
"Gochisosama." Never let it be said that Subaru-kun did not have good manners.
Seishiro smiled again, satisfied that his pet had eaten it all. The boy had a bad habit of skipping meals, and of not eating much when he didn't skip them. They were habits Seishiro intended to rectify.
Seishiro stood and started to gather the dishes. Subaru wavered, uncertain whether he should help or not. He was still undecided when Seishiro took all of the dishes to the sink, making it a moot point to worry about it further. He watched as Seishiro-san walked back towards him, and then squeaked as he suddenly found himself cradled in Seishiro-san's arms being carried towards the living room. Blushing deeply, he was deposited on the couch. Seishiro-san took a seat next to him, and regarded him with an amused expression.
"So quiet, Subaru-kun. I assume you're still absorbing your new reality. Would you like me to explain more details about you belonging to me?" It was a somewhat rhetorical question, but one that required a verbal answer anyway. Subaru faced him, and nodded.
"Hai, Seishiro-san." At the soft reply, Seishiro's smirk became predatory again.
"Being mine, you will follow the rules I will set, the first of which being that when I give you an instruction, you will obey it. The second is that you will not be leaving this apartment. At a later date this might change, but with your status as a missing person still fresh it would not be wise to chance drawing attention. For the same reason, the third rule is that you will not contact anyone. I may make more rules eventually, I will tell you if and when I do. Do you understand these rules, Subaru-kun?" Trembling ever so slightly, Subaru nodded again.
"Hai, Seishiro-san." Seishiro stroked the back of one of his hands, over his mark.
"Good boy. It's really very simple. You'll follow my rules, and I will take care of you." He said, and then gathered the boy into his lap. Subaru blushed darkly, body tense, as the assassin petted his hair. Paying the boy's discomfort no heed, he continued his actions until Subaru had somewhat relaxed again.
"So lovely…" He murmured, gently turning Subaru's face towards him and pressing their lips together. Subaru gasped before closing his eyes and submitting. His memory of the previous kiss they had shared flooded back in full force, and added to the one occurring, leaving him flushed and dazed when Seishiro pulled away. Seishiro smirked down at him, thoroughly enjoying the sight and running a finger along one blushing cheek. The boy met his gaze, eyes wide and containing a mixture of fear and enjoyment. The sweet expression was replaced as those eyes slid shut again, lips consumed in another kiss, one deeper than the previous. This time when the kiss ended, Subaru was panting lightly. Smiling wickedly, Seishiro petted his hair again, and then transferred him back to the couch and stood.
"Now, I have something to show you." He waited for Subaru's eyes to focus on him, then extended his arm, and in a moment a dark eagle had landed on it, seemingly out of nowhere. Subaru gasped, jerking backwards slightly.
"Do not fear, pet. This is my Shikigami. He will keep an eye on you when I am not here. You will not be able to see him most of the time, but he will be present none the less." Subaru was transfixed. The eagle was regarding him with predatory amber eyes, eyes that were so similar to those of his master. The shikigami took flight, fading into the air. Seishiro extended a hand to him.
"Come, Subaru-kun, I will show you the rest of the house." Tentatively, Subaru grasped the offered hand and stood, obediently following after his captor, the after-image of those matching predatory eyes still lingering in the back of his mind.
-TBC-
A/N: I know that a few of you are probably going "Why is he being so submissive so easily?" and similar. There are lots of small reasons, but the main one is that he's still in shock. He'll get over it a bit soon enough, and things will get interesting.
