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Monarchy under a Complete Jerk

Chapter 3: Enslaved

It was horrible. I thought she was going to die. Who? Keiko of course. She's a cousin visiting from Taiwan and already, she was a really big hit with the guys. She, being so much prettier than me, started having one night stands here where I lived, and the worst thing was, my parents went on a business vacation because Keiko was supposed to be mature enough and old enough to take care of me. She was 27 and a half to be exact. But she was still a hell of a slut and there were still billions of parties everyday for these strangers to come 'get it going on' behind random house plants and under tables. Oh, right. About the dieing part.

Well, it started out innocent. Keiko drank a bit of spiked punch, insisted she wasn't drunk, was brought to a hotel by a guy, and had a bit too much fun there. And now, she's running a fever, threw up twice, and her period's late. So much for being mature.

Well, being the pissy b-tch she is, she called me over to her bed 4:30 in the morning just to tell me to run to the 24-hour deli 18 blocks away. To get what? A pregnancy test of course. And so being the air headed idiot I was, I actually went. In my pj's. So I'm running down the street with smiley face guy boxers on and a yellow tank top with this childish Barbie face in the front and an ugly brown scarf, all the way to the stupid deli a mile away. And to top it all off, it was freezing. Jesus Christ. By the way my hair stood up on my skin and how numb my nose and fingers were by the time I made it to the store, I'm guessing it was around 50 degrees or so. Okay, so I'm finally at the stupid deli. Paranoia kept haunting me as images of hot guys from my school discovering me here, my best friends finding me looking through pregnancy tests, and just basically the shame of having to even bring one of those 'yes-or-no' boxes up to the counter popping into my head. I glance at my digital watch. 4:48. Okay...nobody is going to be here. So all I have to do it somehow disguise myself so I can actually show my face here again, grab the pregnancy test, pay, and split.

After snatching the repulsive thing off of one of the shelves, I rush over to the counter, my hair all loose and weird in a last minute hairstyle to keep my identity unknown. Surprisingly, there are quite a few morning shoppers that have this bottomless pit in their shopping cart and moving just ever so slowly. I begin to feel the urge to pee and I jump up and down mentally chanting "Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

When I look at my watch again, the digits read 5:01. I curse silently and then scream silently at the fat lady in the ugly pink and green dress blocking the isle, checking out her many cans of beans. The cashier (thankfully female) finally hands her the receipt, but she just continues standing there, still blocking the isle with her oversized behind, scrutinizing every little letter on the piece of paper in her hand. She finally turns to leave and my mind lets out a silent "Hooray!" but then at the last minute, the lady decides to turn back to the cashier and tell her there was a mistake in pricing her beans.

"I can help you here young lady!" called a voice from a just opening cashier line.

I turn my head ever so slightly and fumed more at my cursed luck as I walk over to the new male cashier. I hide my face behind the itchy scarf, breathing in the musty smells as the guy looks strangely at my box and then at me. Then he pastes on a new, fake smile and rings up the price. I just threw some money into his hands and tell him to keep the change. But before he could utter half a 'thank you', I was already out the door and half way down the block.

Unfortunately (I curse my luck), I don't really pay attention to where I'm sprinting, due to my lack of sleep. And before you know it, I run into something surprisingly hard but warm and lose my balance. My arms reach up automatically to cradle my head and protect it from the impact of the fall, but I never make it to the ground. I was pulled up and into a standing position by two strong arms. 'My savior' runs through my head as I try to recollect myself. I bow deep, an old Japanese tradition, and thanked the god that caught me. But as soon as I look back up again, I jump up in horror. Darien Chiba. The last man I want to see and want to be seen by right now. But strangely, he wasn't paying attention to me or mocking me and my smiley face boxers or anything. He just keeps staring at the object in his hands, frowning all the while. My gaze travels down his ugly green jacket to his object of amusement, and I nearly die from embarrassment. He was holding the box containing the pregnancy test, reading the back.

"Meatball head—no, Serena...do you think you're pregnant?"

I backed away slightly at the accusing tone.

"O-of course n-not. That's for my cousin. Keiko. She asked me to get it for her," I said crossing my arms.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Darien says, wagging a finger, "The Tsukino whore family. Oh, we all know what I like to do with whores."

I felt my face pale and my whole body go numb as he said that.

"W-what?" I stammer nervously, "Are you planning to kick us out?"

Darien didn't answer but only smiled that cocky smile at me. After a minute or so (a mighty long and agonizing minute might I add), Darien opens his mouth, "Nahh, I found something else more fun."

"Y-yes?"

"Well, all you have to do is become my slave. You know, do it with me on a weekly basis," he says all too casually.
Nothing comes out of my mouth and I just stand there like a fish opening and closing it pointlessly.
In a quick movement, I was pulled into the corner of a dead end street and pressed against the chain link fence.

"Well, let's see what you've got," Darien whispers.

His hands move up and cup a breast, squeezing and rubbing it a few times. My breath became shallow and quick, but as soon as I felt like I wanted more, he moved an arms-length away.

"Not bad Serena, not bad at all."

I still wasn't able to grasp the concept of words and just stare blankly at him, the excitement in my body reducing to nothing.

"Come by my apartment room tomorrow, 5 P.M. sharp. It's the very top floor. You can't miss it; there's only one door there," he smiles that cocky smile again, "By the way Serena, wear something hot. Don't come with to my place with those boxers and that tank top. Barbie is definitely not your style."

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Owarimashita minna-san! Chapter 3…yes finally.