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Summary: Hikaru's indebt to Akira and to pay it off, he has to be his slave.

Murmuring in a low voice he said, "In that case, I wouldn't really mind having a slave right about now."
Since that little "mishap" that happened between the two rising Go-stars, Hikaru was 'forced' into a situation that…let's say he'd rather not be in.

"Hikaru" Akira softly whispered.

"Yes …master?" Hikaru murmured.

"Come here" the low groan floated across the room.

Hikaru sauntered over…waiting for his master's next order.

"Closer" came the order and Hikaru ear was right next to Akira's mouth.

Akira cleared his throat. "My throats a bit perched right now…The usual please" he smiled sweetly.

It has been two days since and with the permission of Hikaru's parents (and Akira's), he was allowed to "room" at Akira's home to get "tutored" in the ways of the Go game. Little did any of them know, he was actually being used as a live-in maid. Luckily, Akira's parents were away for two weeks so they wouldn't be around to realize.

"Argh…" sighed Hikaru. Him and his big mouth. Him and his really really REALLY big mouth. What on any planet in any universe made he say that stupid thing?! He didn't think Akira would take it seriously, even he didn't take it seriously! Now, he has to stay by Akira's side almost 24/7 and do whatever he was commanded to. In the past two days he finally understood why Cinderella hated her stepsisters; all he heard was "Hikaru this, Hikaru that, Hikaru come, Hikaru go". He was going to explode if he had to stay cooped up in this stuffy house with "Master Akira".

Muttering several nasty words as he made Akira his favorite drink, he headed back up. Being careful not to slip or trip again on the stairs in his black heels, he slowly walked up.

Opening the door, he greeted, "Hello Master, here is your order." very sarcastically. That only seemed to fuel Akira's sadistic tendencies (much to his dismay). "Hm, very well. You may leave now." Akira courtly replied after taking a sip of his drink.

Hikaru almost slammed the door in disgust, anger and disappointment as he grudging went to the kitchen to clean up any mess he may have left over. Akira hates messes, as he learned the hard way.

-First Day as SLAVE-

Silence filled the room. For about two seconds before yelling ensued. "WHAT. THE. HELL. IS. THIS." Akira demanded. He pointed at his kitchen, living room and front entrance.

"Eh?" Hikaru looked up from reading his Go magazine. "I said, what the hell is this mess doing all over my house. I clearly do not remember the dishes in the sink, residue on the tables, books all over my couch and a single shoe misplaced when I lived here." He fumed.

"Oh." Said Hikaru, before looking back to his book to read the article. Sadly, even after that accident with Akira, Hikaru still did not seem to understand the difference when Akira was mad and when Akira was ready to go on a murder spree. "Hikaru, dear" he said sweetly, "I don't believe you understand what position you are in. Perhaps I was too soft on you and …mislead you. When I asked -- no told you that I wanted you to be my slave, I meant it." Hikaru looked up now. He was slightly scared when the word "dear" came up.

Out of no where, a black and white French maid outfit appeared along with matching shoes, and was shoved into Hikaru's hands. "From this moment on, whenever you are being treated as my slave, you must wear this. Understand?" Akira glared.

Hikaru paused for a moment and thought "Is my license worth this?" Somehow, magically even, Akira seemed to have sensed what Hikaru was pausing for. Leaning closer to Hikaru just like he did in the car, he whispered "Is your life worth this??"

Hikaru promptly went to the washroom to change.

-Now-

After cleaning up the dishes, plates, cups and wiping the tables in the kitchen, Hikaru went to the living room to dust and clean. Sighing, he dusted each of the precious ornaments decorating the Touya household and fixed the picture on the left next to the door that always seemed a bit crooked.

Patting the hem of his dress to get rid of the dust (Akira hates it when he looks improper), he accidentally dropped the small feather duster he was holding. It just so conveniently happened to roll under the couch where Hikaru would have to get down on his knees to fish out.

Sighing again for probably the hundredth time, he got on all fours and stretched his arm under to reach the duster. That is what he wished happen. His arm wasn't as thin as he remembered and his fingers were just about a hair's reach away from the duster. Groaning in agony, he tried again, forcing his arm in deeper.

In the midst of all this, he was unaware that Akira had come down to dispose of his finished drink. Seeing Hikaru dust his living room, he went into the kitchen and smiled approvingly at the sparkling counters and clean cutlery. He came out only to find something very important missing in the living room: his Hikaru. Where had he gone in such a short amount of time?

After hearing a groan, worried, he immediately went to the source of the sound and was sure he'd have wet dreams for the next month. Akira could feel the massive nosebleed he was about to get if he kept staring, but his eyes seemed glued to the smooth pale white skin.

Hikaru's ass was nicely poking up, and the hem of his dress wasn't even able to cover half his butt. What really made Akira stare was the full blown picture of Hikaru ass…wearing a black lacey panty. Unbeknownst to Akira, the complete outfit he gave to Hikaru two days ago was quite complete. Hidden under the folds of the dress was a thin lacey panty that Hikaru obviously thought he had to wear and did just that.

Staring for at least another 10 seconds before Akira's brain overloaded, he toppled onto the couch. The image of Hikaru's ass crack decorated by sexy black lingerie with a hint of his family jewels peaking out would not be forgotten anytime soon.

Hikaru suddenly whipped around upon hearing a slight sound and was confused as to why Akira was sitting with a dazed look on his face. "Er, I know it looks like I wasn't doing anything but that was only because I was trying to pick up the feather duster than I dropped. I mean I was doing useful things, unlike you Akira…stop lazing around on this couch…" Hikaru started to say until a thin trail of blood started to flow from Akira's nose. Starting to panic "…Akira…you know your nose is starting to bleed…Akira?!" Hikaru ran to get a tissue and plugged Akira's nose for him.

Thinking back, Hikaru wondered how long Akira was there for. Maybe he just came down feeling sick? Or was he there when Hikaru started to clean the living room … His thoughts decided to run with that idea…Perhaps he saw that the feather duster fell and probably saw when Hikaru bent over…?

/Me bent over…/ He thought and then took a look at Akira's bleeding nose and dazed face. /Bent over…nose bleed…bent over… nose bleed…!!!!/ He felt his whole body flush as he realized what that had implied. That would mean that Akira probably saw his butt and…suddenly he could very clearly feel what undergarment he wore to cover his lower body. It itched slightly.

"Akira you PERVERT!!" Hikaru suddenly screeched and slapped Akira, quickly heading upstairs to his room, leaving the poor boy a distinct red mark on his cheek and still a bleeding nose. Akira barely felt the stinging pain streak across his face as released endorphins were still rushing through his bloodstream.

Upstairs in his room-away-from-home, Hikaru was drowning in despair at such an embarrassing moment. Akira on the other hand was still in nirvana with the thoughts "He was wearing panties for the whole time…"

R&R :D