Angel of Mine Chapter 35
Ayami puts her hair in a low pony tail, letting her bangs fall on either side of her face. She stands back from the mirror seeing her-self fully in a short maid outfit. The black dress is a short off the shoulder puffy sleeved dressed that would show off a lot of cleavage if it wasn't for her white apron. The dress goes to her mid-thighs and her white apron goes around her neck and waist, going over a few inches over the dress. She couldn't complain or whine it's unfair; a bet is a bet and she lost.
Earlier Today
Ten minutes left and two more jutsus to perform. 'It's a fifty-fifty chance she might win,' he thought, feeling how low on chakra Ayami have. He dodged her punch and flipped the girl back and as she was flipped, she performed another jutsu. Madara threw a piece of paper on the tree three feet next to her. He placed thirteen of them everywhere in the forest.
"Fire style: Dragon Flame jutsu!" she yelled making it number fourteen. Madara got scorched on the leg and threw three kunai knifes at her but the girl disappeared. Ayami was behind a tree catching her breath. Her stomach was acting up again as if she was going puke then faint. She checked the time seeing she had only three minutes left, so Ayami got up and showed her-self to Madara again. 'Last jutsu, I think I have it,' Ayami thought, forming the bear then tiger sign. Chakra slowly crept over her right hand as she run to Madara. Ayami jerked her arm downward, forming a chakra whip. She swung it but before Ayami can turn her body around, it disbursed, sending the teen flying backwards. The chakra scorched her hand and Madara landed in front of Ayami smirking but Ayami couldn't see it since he has his mask on. She grabbed her hand, cursing to herself as the timer went off. So close she was, so close to getting all the information she wanted. Fate was not on her side today.
"You lose," he said, chuckling at the girl failure. She had him worried for a bit. The girl almost won and he would have to give her what she wanted but it all played out in the end. Ayami lost and now he can put his plan into action without hearing her complain too much.
Ayami lowered her head, forcing back her tears. 'Damn,' she though getting up, turning her back on Madara, rubbing her hand. With what little chakra she had, she healed most of her hand. Madara took a packet of blood out of his cloak and snatched the teen up by her waist backwards to him. He waved the blood in her face, making her take it. She lost an exceptional amount of energy and by the end of the day, she will need it.
"You did quite a good job little girl," he said, sliding his mask to the side. He bit her ear lightly, "I want you to fix yourself up, drink this blood, and change into the outfit I have on my bed. I'll be back soon," he said, kissing her cheek to taunt her more. Madara slide his mask back on, let her go and walked away. Ayami looked back at his figure and he stop to speak again.
"Don't forget to wear your collar my dear, you'll look lovely in it," he said then poofed out of her sight.
End of Flash Back
"I can't believe I lost," she mumbles sadly as she puts the collar on.
"This is some BS, how did I lose control over my chakra?" she says, putting on the puffy black garter onher right leg which also has a bell. Ayami looks at her hand and smiled, the blood she drunk before she showered had completely healed her. She twirls around in the mirror picking up the edges of her skirt.
"It's…not that slutty," she mumbles, putting on the shoes as well. She stares at the collar and flicks the bell. 'I wonder how long I have to wear this,' she thinks, touching her collar. In her mind, knowing Madara she will have to wear the collar till the day she or he dies. He wants to control her until the day one of them takes their last breath.
"Well I can't fret over it now. Oh but I would have been beautiful if I could have my own room and a little freedom," she sighs dreamily, and walks towards the kitchen. She's in a need for a snack to keep her from thinking about losing to that man.
"Ayami," Madara says, stopping the teen in her track. 'Dammit he's back already,' she sourly thinks. Ayami turns around and sees Madara with a girl who looks about two-three years older than her. She has a fair complexion, white long hair that she has in a single braid and deep purple eyes with no pupils. 'Oh my god, her eyes are so pretty,' Ayami thinks, staring at the girl. She looks back at Madara who's standing there as if he was a god among them. 'Arrogant bastard,' she thinks hatefully.
"Ayami, this is Natsumi. She's going to be your mid-wife and a maid with you," Madara says, seeing the shock look on Ayami's face. Ah so priceless. 'I'm a what?' she thinks, screaming in her head. She has to be a maid too? Well it does explain the outfit but she thought it was for something else…like foreplay sex. Ayami studies Natsumi's outfit seeing she's wearing a maid outfit as well but Natsumi's has on a black long sleeved button up dress that goes to her knees, and her apron goes around her waist, falling to her knees. 'Lucky,' Ayami thinks, frowning a bit. He would force her to wear something revealing while cleaning around him. Hell, Madara always want her to wear something to show off her legs or cleave.
"Nice to meet you," Natsumi says in a cold but soft voice bowing down. She sounds and looks so cute in Ayami's eyes. So polite and proper; hopefully, they can become friends in this hell hole.
"Oh same to you," Ayami says, blushing and bows down as well. They both stand up straight and Ayami stares at Madara, removing all the expression from her face. She needs to know what the hell is he up to.
"Two months," he replies before the girl can open her mouth. 'I have to do this for two months? Damn,' she thinks, rubbing her arm pouting. Wait a minute, within those two months, she might have the baby. Of course there will be a week left but why he doing this now? Making her clean the whole base with Natsumi-not that she will mind unless she's a bitch-, making her be the maid, and making her wear this stupid collar. Is it because she lost and now she's a failure in his eyes so he doesn't want to train a stupid weakling? All these thoughts are running inside Ayami's head because now, she's losing more of her self-confidence.
"I want you to meet someone else as well Ayami," Madara speaks, snapping the girl out of her thoughts. Ayami lean to the side, trying to see if she's behind him. Madara stares at the teen in front of him and rolls his eye.
"She's outside but she'll be here in a-."
"Madara-sama!" a loud shrilled voice yells, running towards the group. Ayami's eye twitches when she sees who it is. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and the slutty aura; Akira, the bitch who were talking about her friends as if they were nothing, grabs on to Madara's arm and smiles. She is wearing a long light blue kimono with white Cosmo flowers on them and a dark blue bow to the back. Ayami frowns and clench her fists tightly, accidently drawing blood. She feels her teeth getting sharper, and she sees red.
"Akira, meet Ayami," Madara says as Akira's eyes widen with anger and scoffs. Madara, not missing the little scene presented in front of him is enjoying the whole little confrontation. 'This slut is here with me? I won't ever try to make friends with her,' Ayami thinks, calming down. The girl is not worth getting angry over so she's not going to do it.
"It was nice meeting you Natsumi," Ayami says smiling at the girl and turns away from the three.
"I did not dismiss you yet girl, I'm still talking," Madara growls in an authoritative tone. Ayami turns back around and folds her hands down in front of her.
"I apologize," she says, quietly. Akira smiles evilly, happy that he put that tramp in her place. Ayami controls her temper and feels another chakra signature- well most likely smell it. She doesn't know what it is but it's coming from that bitch of evil.
"You are going to help Akira get settle in and help her around the base with basic needs like cooking, cleaning her room, and…" Madara goes on but Ayami stop listening. She is basically the maid/mistress while Akira is the wife she has to serve to hand and feet! That lousy bastard, what has she ever done to deserve this treatment?
"Fix us lunch girl, I'll show them to their room," he says walking pass Ayami with Natsumi and Akira following him. Too shock to speak, Ayami just walked into the kitchen going inside the refrigerator. 'I can't believe this,' Ayami thinks, her mind still boggled from what he told her. She grabs the bag of shrimp and closes the door, and then goes to the cabinets for the bag of noodles. Ayami decided to make shrimp noodles and cookies. She ate all the other cookies in one hour in a fit of the munchies. Ayami washes her hands and then got out a big pot, putting some water in it for the noodles, and another pot with water for the shrimp.
"Rice and beef will do just fine right now. You can cook the noodles later on tonight," Madara says, right before she put the noodles in the water. He walks into the kitchen, getting next to her. Ayami goes back into the refrigerator and puts the shrimp away and gets the beef. She then exchanges the noodles for rice, wondering why she is changing what she's cooking for him. Oh yeah, she's his maid for two freaking months as well as Akira's.
"You haven't talked much since I came back Ayami, is there something troubling you," he asks taking off his mask and showing his smirking face. Ayami turns to him and shakes her head no and then walks pass him, pouring the rice in the pot. He knows the problem but he wants to drag it out of her.
"You have a problem with Akira," he states grabbing her from behind. One hand is around her waist and the other one is around her chest.
"I thought you were going to show them to their room?" Ayami asks, avoiding him statement and hopefully future questions about this topic.
"I have a clone doing it. You don't like Akira, why?" he pries, snaking his hand down into her dress, grabbing her breast. "Are you jealous that I won't be around that much with you?" he whispered erotically in her ear.
"Why is she here?" she asks, keeping her emotions in check. Getting out of line with him will only earn her brutel punishments. "Because I want her here," he simply states, squeezing her breast. Ayami yanks herself out of his grip and straightens out her outfit.
"What is up with her? She has some sort of second chakra inside her body or something," she says quietly, looking up at him.
"Natsumi is also her mid-wife," Madara says and Ayami looks at him shocked and angry.
"She's-." Madara smirks and laughs at the girl. Who knew his little pet will get angry if he has another one. So he decided to put more salt onto her wound.
"You didn't think you were my only one did-." Smack. Madara head abruptly turns to the right. He touches his bruise cheek, and looks down at Ayami in surprise. Anger was clearly written all over teen's face. "You bastard!"