This time around, Delic remembered falling asleep. He also remembered staying on the couch because he didn't feel like moving. He even remembered that the Master was going to be angry at him once he woke up but decided not to care. He'd deal with it when he woke.
However, he was extremely surprised when he woke and it wasn't due to someone shaking or yelling at him. He woke up at his own volition.
But that fact was soon ignored when he noticed the Master sitting on the couch cushion his legs rested on with a touch phone in his hand. A pink touch phone that looked an awful lot like his phone.
"HEY!" Delic jolted up.
The Master jumped and stared at Delic wide-eyed before the blond reached over and snatched the device out of his hand.
"Do you not understand the meaning of fucking privacy?! How fucking dare you look through my phone!"
The Master's eyes remained wide, staring at Delic in complete shock.
"...My apologies..."
Although Delic was surprised to hear that from him, he refused to show it—keeping his glare in place. Anything good he had thought of the Master last night was completely gone. The opinion that this man has no redeeming qualities would stay forever in the forefront of his mind now. The blond huffed and put his phone in his pocket as he stood.
That's when he noticed Sakuraya ans Shitsuo standing by the dinner table. Both looked surprised, as well.
'Why the fuck would it be surprising for me to be pissed about that? Idiots.'
"So, Master-san," Delic turned around, crossing his arms and glaring at the small raven. "My boss is starting to get pissed that I'm gone. I need to go home."
"I...read the messages." The Master cleared his throat and stood, regaining his composure. "He is not angered but worrisome. Who is Asuki?"
"None of your damn business."
"I beg to differ—"
"If you don't know them then you don't need to know them."
"Them?"
Delic didn't reply.
The Master sighed.
"Understood. However, I still cannot permit you to leave. Your injury—"
"It's been five fucking days. My god damn injury isn't going to get infected."
"We do not kno—"
"Yes, I do know. Unlike you, I get hurt on a relatively regular bases. I know exactly what my body can take."
"...That..."
"You have no fucking excuse."
"I intend to give no excuse!"
"Bull-fucking-shit! You've been using nothing but fucking excuses to make me do everything I've done so far! I think I've earned my god damn freedom!"
"That is not—"
"What, you wanna fuck me?!"
The Master jolted.
"Wanna put your dick up my ass? Is that the only fucking way I'm going to be able to leave? Let you cum inside me and I get my freedom?!"
"Sir!" Shitsuo stepped in. "My Master has no such intentions and I can not allow you to speak of such vulgarities in their presence."
Delic turned his glare on him. "Then why don't you explain why I'm still here!"
"I cannot answer what I do not know. However, I can assure you such malicious ideas are not his intentions."
"And I can assure you, I don't believe you!"
"Sir—"
"I'm done with this!" Delic cut him off as he walked past.
"Sir!"
"Don't talk to me!"
Delic headed up the stairs.
"And don't follow me!"
Shitsuo stopped in his tracks to the angry huff the host let out. And with that window of opportunity, Delic rushed up the steps and headed to the storage room.
He slammed the door shut and once it was closed, he leaned against it. He let out the heaviest sigh that spoke volumes of his stress before he let his legs give out so he could slide down the door. Once sitting, he banged his head against the wood a few times before looking up at the ceiling in defeat.
'I hate this so much.'
Delic then rested his face in his arms that were rested on his knees.
'I just want to go home.'
The Master was completely shocked and disturbed by the conversation that had unfolded. Never before had anyone accused him of being a pervert. He wasn't even sure why the blond had his outburst. It couldn't have been something so minor as looking at a person's cellphone. No, no, it had to have been something else. But what was the question.
"My lord."
The Master jolted out of his thoughts to Shitsuo's voice.
"My lord, come eat. Today, I have prepared a bacon and egg hash with a side of freshly cut strawberries."
"Thank you, Shitsuo."
"And...my lord, allow me to caretake our guest. My apologies for repeating myself but I do not trust that man and his violent nature."
"No. Rest assured, I do not fear him nor shall I let him intimidate me."
"My lord—"
"I have spoken, Shitsuo." The Master sat down. "Go prepare a platter for our guest. I shall deliver it to him."
"...Yes, my lord." Shitsuo bowed then turned and escorted Sakuraya to the chair with his plate in front of it. Once the pink raven was seated, he bowed again and headed down the hall to the kitchen.
The room was silent as the two began to eat.
"Nii-sama..." Sakuraya broke the silence.
"Yes, otouto*?"
"I must state, I do not understand why you are keeping that man here—"
"We already had this conversation."
"I-I am aware...However, I've spoken to Delic-san and he is also confused. I-I believe his outburst now was due to him being at his wits end."
The Master glared at him, although it went unnoticed. He then sighed. "Rest assured, otouto. I shall decide what to do soon."
"Nii-sama..." Sakuraya gave him a look of concern.
"Do not fret. However, I suggest staying away from our guest for now—for I do not know if his burst was an act of desperation or rage. I do not fear for our safety although I wish to not risk it. Understood?"
"...Yes, Nii-sama."
Slience encased the room and for most of the meal, it remained that way. However, as the two were just about done eating, the house phone rang. Shitsuo answered it.
"Hello?"
Shitsuo's expression changed all too fast from pleasantry to shock.
"Who is this?...My apologies but my Master are eating righ—Sir, I demand to know who this is."
Shitsuo scowled at the reply only he could hear.
"Shitsuo," The Master stood and walked over. "Put the device on speaker."
"...Yes, my lord."
Shitsuo pressed a button then put the phone down.
"I am the head of the household. Who is it I am speaking with?" The Master asked.
"Hello, sir. Glad I'm able to speak with you and not a slave."
The Master's eyes narrowed.
"I must apologize for this, but I'm not calling to play nice. You've stolen a valuable piece of property from some very powerful people and I've been asked to find it."
"You are mistaken. I have no such—"
"Kishitani Delic is in you household."
The Master's eyes widened.
"He's been there for nearly five days due to an injury. You picked him up from Shinjuku in a dusty back alley. He was being attacked by some thugs—most-likely out for revenge for some woman he slept with—where three people rescused him and stuffed his unconscious body in a car. Took him to Saitama, brought him to apartment XOX on MM Street and up to the top floor in the prestige penthouse."
A chill went down the Master's spine.
"I must say, you have to be very rich in order to afford a penthouse owned by the Subarashii Corporation. On that note, I can assume you must be one of Delic's regular customer's. Pouncing on the opportunity to monopolize our Delic. Anyone who knows him would do it. He's one of the best.
"However, I can also assume that, sooner or later, you knew we would find him."
"...Who are you?"
"I am just an informant, who was asked to find the little missing whore. And might I point out, you did a horrible job covering your tracks. Congrats on hiding your faces from the security camera's and keeping your license plates out of shot. Living in the penthouse means you don't have any servailance in your hallway or at your carpark. I'm sure you accounted for that. But, other than that, you're a horrible kidnapper.
"Now then," The man continued, "you have a window here. I told my employers that I won't be able to find Delic fast. They'll be coming back at five to see my progress. You have until then to take Delic back to his car. If you refuse, my employers will come get him themselves. That is eight hours to do whatever you want to Delic. So if you want to rape him, you have plenty of time.
"On that note, don't make any videos and don't bruise him—well, actually you can probably bruise him a bit so long as it's in places they can't see. They won't force him to do a physical. Unless he comes to them reeking of sex, then they might revoke that personal right and check him for damages. Don't worry, though, he's used to it—"
"How dare you?!" The Master yelled.
"...Excuse me?"
"You repulse me. How dare you call that man a whore. How dare you assume I'd bed him. And how dare you plague my ears with your voice!"
With that, the Master hung up the phone. Rage boiled in his core. What right did a man he didn't know have to call him a pervert? It didn't help his anger that this was the second time someone assumed he was a rapist. He was beyond annoyed with this situation.
"Shitsuo, bring me our guests' platter."
"Yes, my lord." Shitsuo scurried off.
"...Nii-sama, who have we brought into this house?" Sakuraya looked at the Master with an expression of fright.
"Do not fret, otouto." The Master turned and grabbed the pink raven's hand. "I will get answers."