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Chapter 9: Mikuo's temper

"You're not going to kill him?" Mikuo inhaled sharply, trying to hold his temper in.

The man opposite him beamed pleasantly. "There isn't much reason to, Mikuo-kun. He's not a threat in any way."

"Bullshit!" He slammed his fist on the table. "You're just saying that because he's your fucking Otouto!"

Gackpo laughed. "You shouldn't show your desires so easily, Mikuo-kun. It could get you killed."

A cruelty shone in his eyes, swiftly putting an end to the Hatsune's rage. He huffed and sat down, lighting another cigarette as he did so.

"Don't forget, he is precious to Rin-chan," the older royal continued. "Having an assassin with her skill would be particularly useful, and my, Otouto would make good leverage."

He blew a puff of smoke in his direction. "You have no heart."

"Neither do you."

"Don't remind me," he muttered irritably. "Knowing I'm similar to you in any way makes my skin crawl."

"And yet here we are. Ironic, how the relative you dislike the most turns out to be your kindred spirit. Don't you think?"

"Knowing we're related also gives the same effect. If we're done here..."

He gestured to the door. "The exit's right there if you're looking for it."

"Bye-bye, Mikuo-kun," the violette called after him as he stepped into the hallway.

Mikuo stared at the door for a couple of seconds, contemplating whether or not he should break it down and use it to smash the silly grin of Gackpo's face.

Since boyhood, he had always despised the royal family, his own flesh-and-blood; especially those closest to the ruler of the land. It was a dark piece of him that had festered and grown over time, until he became the monster he was now.

Definitely, he'd been shocked speechless when he first entered the underworld's rebellion and found Gackpo on top. Who knew the King's only sibling would be the one planning to overthrow him?

Blood bonds weren't a good enough reason to let someone trample all over you; a principle both he and Gackpo held close to their hearts.

At least he's not... Mikuo couldn't finish the thought in his head. To him, it felt as if he was losing something if he admitted the fact he buried at the back of his memory. If he admitted that he was no better, maybe worse, than both the Onii and Otouto he hated so, what would he be then?

A perverted asshole who went gaga over a single girl?

No, no, that description wasn't right; it made him sound, decent, when his feelings were probably the most disgusting existance ever created.

Why? Because-

He halted in his tracks, surprise at seeing the person before him standing in such a place. The question slipped out before he could stop, "What are you doing here, Miku?"

~.~

The sound of her heart racing filled Miku's ears. I have to hurry, she reminded herself, running down the steps so quickly, it seemed she was flying.

Her Onii-san wouldn't be long in his meeting with Gackponii; he couldn't stand their great-uncle in the same way he couldn't stand Len.

Len, the name felt sweet on her lips. He was the reason she was here today in the lion's den, the reason for her betrayal of her brother.

No one else could perform the impossible task she had assigned herself, because no one else knew what she did.

Another thing, no one knew she had a map of the mansion either.

It was a tricky maze, the hallways of this mansion, seeing as who it belonged to. Random traps were set for intruders or unlucky guests who didn't know the way, select hallways didn't have any exits, stairs could spiral endlessly only to lead you to an early death.

The head of the Jigoku no Inu, Dell, had younger sister who was kind enough to draw Miku a map that would lead her safely to her destination. Haku-chan, she was called, even set the tealette's watch properly to avoid certain traps that were active only during specific times.

Ah, she was almost there.

Slowing down to catch her breath, she checked the piece of paper once more. According to her judgement of it, she was just a few feet away from-

"What are you doing here, Miku?"

Her body froze before she could form a complete sentence in her mind. Slowly, she turned her head. "Good afternoon, Onii-san."

He neared her. "That's not what I asked, little sister."

"Is greeting my only Onii so bad?"

He gave her a curious stare, then took her face in his hand. "Are you up to something naughty again?"

"N-no. I just got lost-"

"That's expression I caught you with the last time you did a bad thing, Miku. Do you remember?"

Automatically, her cheeks burned a fiery tomato red as the memory hit her hard and clear. "Please don't bring that up, Onii-san."

"You came to get her, am I right? Your beau's lover." He rolled the words off his tongue mockingly. "I wonder why you try so hard for him when he's already pushed you aside. Do you know they've already fucked-"

"SHUT UP, ONII-SAN!" Her voice came out louder than she expected, creating an echo that bounced around them. She clamped her hands over her mouth, not daring to take so much as a full breath.

"Miku, need I remind you of the last time you were disobedient?" His tone was sharp, a threat woven in his voice. All of a sudden, she found herself in his grasp, unable to escape.

A quiet gasp escaped her. "Onii-san, please..."

"Big brothers have to discipline their little sisters properly. Now, tell me what did you do that day in your room?"

She sensed her face growing hotter as she mumbled her answer.

Mikuo frowned. "I can't hear you, Imouto."

She closed her eyes, feeling tears brimming them. "I masturbated."

"Good, you have to confess before repenting. Who did you masturbate to?"

"My cousin."

"What's his name?"

A tear rolled down her cheek. "Len," she managed to choke out.

"Good, good. Now you have to repeat your wrongdoings so that you'll get sick of it and never do it again, OK?"

Her eyes widened. "No, please, Onii-san..."

"Shh," he silenced her with a kiss, undoing her pigtails in the process with his free hand. Using her ribbons, he bound her hands, and began.

As he licked and teased her with his tongue, he unbuttoned her shirt, slipping his hands in to unclasp her bra. She squeaked, the sound muffled in their kiss. Slowly, he traced the bare skin of her nipples, making her crave more.

She crumpled in his arms, and he broke them apart to allow her a little breathing space. Bending his head, he sucked and nibbled on her breasts, leaving tiny red marks on her lily-white skin.

The lack of contact towards her nipples was driving her mad; lust had taken control of her body.

He gently placed two fingers in her mouth which she sucked almost desperately. He really was a cruel man, although it was the woman he loved.

His digits now coated thickly in saliva, he reached into her panties and slipped them into her wet entrance. While his lips and tongue played with her chest, his fingers danced inside of her, pulling them in and out as he pleased.

Her insides were becoming hotter, he noticed, not to mention wetter. He taunted her more, coaxing more sounds to pour from her lips.

She moaned wordlessly, causing the slightest bit of guilt to well up inside his chest. It was a kindness what she had done; not naming anyone while she climaxed.

If she had screamed his name, the remnants of Mikuo's heart would shatter right there and then. If she had cried out her brother's name, it would be a lie told out of pity, and he didn't want that either.

So he was content with this, the despicable way he treated the one person he'd ever desired in his life. Perhaps she knew of the twisted love he had for her, because not once had she complained about what he did to her.

Perhaps she was too scared of him.

Whatever the case, he wished time would stop at that exact moment, with Miku calmly sleeping in his arms and the smell of love-making in the air.

If it did, even for a moment, he could pretend that she loved him instead of Len.

~.~

The lone prisoner in the cell listened to the sounds of the lovers outside in the hallway, before turning away. Rin exhaled. Couldn't they get a room?

All the same, it had been awhile since she had more human contact than a guard shoving a tray into her dungeon. Darkness reigned where she was kept, no windows to tell her of the outside world.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been imprisoned; hours, months, days?

A high-pitched moan interrupted her thoughts; they were close to their climax, whoever they were. Leaning back, she felt a little nostalgic. The love-making outside reminded her of her first time with Len.

Hugging her knees to her chest, she kissed her naked ring finger, as she pictured how Len would've done it. She missed him, would give anything to see him one more time.

She smacked her forehead. How could she be careless enough to let the dogs catch up to her? How-

"Rin!" a voice hissed, causing her to jump. Distracted from her self-pity, she noticed it was a female voice that had spoken, a familiar one. She looked up, and almost grinned for the first time since she arrived here.

"What are you doing here?"

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