Chapter Two

Part I

I snapped back to reality after a whole minute of frozen time. Instantly, I put my sister's hand away and marched out to the living room, not caring about the fact that I exposed myself, anger erupting from within me. I walked right up to the third man. without warning, I clenched my fist and swung my knuckle as hard as I could to his nose. Just as I thought I hit the bull's eye, suddenly, I felt a strong hand gripping my fist, just a millimeter away from the man's nose. His grip was so tight I thought my bones would be crushed if he had held it a little stronger. The face of his that was really getting on my nerves was still expressionless. This made my blood boil even more. I pushed his hands away and steadied myself.

"Stay away from my family." I looked sternly at him, telling him that I was not afraid of them.

"Sayu! How long have you come back?" oka-san too, finally snapped awake.

"Oka-san, what's going on? What are these people doing here?" I tried to squeeze as much answers as I could from oka-san.

"Well, t-these are people from the Nagoya house. They have come to remind us for the last time." oka-san stammered, clearly uncomfortable with my presence.

"Remind us to do what?" I asked again, with a demanding tone.

"To tell you that unless you settle your debt by this month, or that Sayukiwa-dono come to the Nagoya house to work for them we would have to take away this land and the house. However, since your oka-san said neither could be done, we suggested that your sister, Sakurai-dono will take your place." men in black were really busy bodies.

"Shut up, I wasn't asking you." I threw him a dirty look.

"Sayu! Where are your manners?" oka-san scolded me. "Besides, they are right. Since you refused to go to the Nagoya, your sister will have to go in your place. Of course I wouldn't let her. She's so young! Now we are going to live in the streets." oka-san said, in a howling manner.

"Oka-san, I will go." Sakurai suddenly walked into the living room, her face ever so serious and matured.

"Sakurai-chan…" oka-san just looked at her. "No, there's no way you can go there. Maybe when you're older but not now."

"But oka-san, we'll sleep in the streets if one of the two of us don't go!" Sakurai tried to argue.

"Sakurai-"

"Quiet! All of you! Sakurai, you are NOT going anywhere. Oka-san, we are NOT gonna live in the streets. I will go." from that moment on, when I looked at oka-san and Sakurai's shocked expressions for the third time, and nothing from the men in black, I knew my life was taking on a huge turn. A very humongous one.

***

"You will stay here during your period of serving this house." the butler said, with the most polite gesture I have ever seen. Behind him, was a room, no bigger than my whole house (I know, total sarcasm) that looked beautiful, if not cozy, but what I was feeling now, was nowhere near it.

"You can use everything in here as you please and I hope you take good care of it as if it were yours. There is a bathroom in here with a heater. If you don't know how to function it you may ask the others living near you. Now if you would be so kind to put down your belongings and let others deal with it and I will show you around the mansion."

You never know what a butler is thinking, that is, if you ever meet one as perfect as this one is. As soon as I reach the Nagoya mansion, I see him outside the huge main door and welcoming me, even offering to carry my heavy luggage's as if they were bags of cotton. He had been kind to me so far, but I'm sure it's because he IS supposed to do that, but then so far I haven't seen a human side. He might as well convert to "Robot" for all I care. I tried to make conversation to discover his other side, and to prevent myself from slitting my throat for the next 20 minutes.

"So, Takaki-san…" I said, keeping up with his steady pace.

"Yes, Sayukiwa-dono?" he answered, not turning back.

"You can call me Sayu you know, Sayukiwa is just too formal, hehe..." I let out a nervous laugh. Darn, this man was hard to talk to!

"Yes, Sayu-dono?" okay, that's an improvement.

"Oh ya, er, how long have you worked for the Nagoya's?"

"12 years, Sayu-dono." still not looking at me. We walked down the huge marble staircase that was facing the main door. I don't think there's a living room in this mansion. This huge empty space of cold air is probably where they hold parties and stuff, if they are not private. There are a few decorations, vases that I bet worth more than my own body. We u-turned to behind the staircase, where there was a small hallway hidden behind a white door with a gold knob.

"Whoa, that's long, don't you find it tiring?" we made a few turns before reaching a room that was all white. There was a huge long table in the middle of it, with a few cups and plates on top. There were shelves, aprons hanged in a corner and ever workers.

"Not really. I am really honoured to have the privilege to serve the Nagoya's for so long. Anyway, Sayu-dono, this is the staffroom, where the workers eat, rest, gather in whenever they are not on duty. There are workers who stay here, so they don't have to use the lockers prepared. The workers who don't have access to the lockers. Whenever you are on duty, you are required to wear the aprons over your uniform for hygienic purposes. You will have your uniform customly made by a tailor so it fits you perfectly. The aprons are hung here, male on the left, female on the right. Things like trays, spoons and other table tries can be found in the shelves. They are labeled properly already, so you won't get confused.

"Are there any questions so far?" Takaki-san stopped and waited for me to answer.

"No, not really. Ah, there is one."

"Yes, Sayu-dono?"

"How are the Nagoya's really like anyway? I heard that everyone worshipped them like gods or something, is that true?"

"Sayu-dono, I ensure you, 12 years of living with the Nagoya's has taught me numerous things. One, good people do exist in this world. Two, and those people are the Nagoya family. They treat all the staff here with care and I have never encountered any serious misfortunes during my service here so far." Takaki-san gave me a reassuring smile. He actually smiles. The wrinkles that appear when he smiles are like when the flowers bloom. The atmosphere has become less tense now.

"If you say so…" I mumbled.

"Sayu-dono, even though you were brought here against your own will, I don't think you have anything to lose. The Nagoya's are providing you the best environment to live in, even entering you into the best school, so you might as well just accept and indulge." Takaki-san said. Yea, I'll INDULGE alright.

"Anyway Sayu-dono, before you start work here, I will give you a thorough orientation, let you settle down, get everything ready then you can join the others. In these two weeks, you won't be doing any work, however, I will tell you what you need to know, the rules to obey, the Nagoya's schedule, your own schedule and many other things. It's going to be a busy week." Takaki-san was back in his "work" mode again.

"Uh, Takaki-san, what will I be doing, basically?" I asked, curious of what slave job I'll be forced to do here.

"Sayu-dono, you have been assigned to be the second young master's personal assignment boy, that is, you have to carry out assignments the second young master requires to do." I know perfectly well he means personal slave.

"Who's the second young master?"

Takaki-san gestured me to follow him and I did. He led me up the marble stairs and brought me in front of a wall filled with huge portraits framed with really authentic 19th century frames. He stood in front of a particular portrait, which he asked me to look at.

"This is the second young master, Nagoya Yukita-sama." he pointed at the young man in the picture that stood handsomely, leaning his arms on a fancy sword. He was in those clothes that Mr. Darcy from Pride & Prejudice, some romance movie based on a novel Sakurai was so crazed about. I continue to look at the young master in the portrait. Certainly the artist overdid the handsoming, because, he was a very handsome person, in portrait at least. And he didn't look Japanese, with foreign facial features, but the part that really caught my eye was the young man's hair and eyes colour. There were nothing like I've seen before. Silver, not dull grey, but silver silky hair that made you feel like staring at it for hours and hours. The eyes, red like the colour of… blood. But not scary at all, but when you look at it, you feel like you are being pulled into the eyes, and that if you were swimming in the redness, you would never reach the fountain. One word, fathomless. Damn, the artist must be a real pro.

"Whoa…" I couldn't help admiring it. The pride, the nobility, as if everything about him has been embedded in the painting.

"Amazing isn't it, Sayu-dono?" I couldn't help but agree. "Such a majestic presence. Wait till you meet the real person." Takaki-san said, eyes still looking at the portrait.

"And when will that be?"

"Not during this point of time. Yukita-sama is currently not at home. He has errands to run to, I'm afraid, so your real work won't start that soon either. Okay, enough for today, Sayu-dono, you still have school tomorrow, you can't be late on your first day can't you." he pushed me to the direction of my room. "Hope you have a good day." He bowed before closing door, letting me rest for the day.

***

"You have got to be kidding me." I said to myself as I stood in front of the main gate of the ridiculously enormous building.

"It says Tsukima Private Institute, Sayu, I guess you didn't get the wrong address. It's so big, you can't even get it wrong even if you want to." I was still talking about.

I heard a car honk behind me and I quickly move myself out of the way. Tens of hundreds of luxurious cars drove in the school through the gate and brought the rich bastards right in front of the school entrance. Whatever happened to walking? As the Porches' and Ferrari's pass by, I can't help but peek to see what it is like in there. Of course, you can't look into most of the cars but there are some that has the driver's seat window transparent. All are designated drivers who wear expensive suits and snow white gloves. The taxi drivers don't know what they are missing.

I walked in the school and just got the biggest culture shock of my life. will write a description of the school in the future After seeing what was in front of my eyes, I felt really sympathetic for those children who are in poverty. Kami-sama, have mercy on those rich bastards.

I walked along the hallway, my head turning in all directions to take in the outline of the school, students, everything, until I knocked into someone who had a cup of tea in her hand. The tea poured on me and got my expensive uniform wet. Just my luck.

"Watch where you're going!" the girl snapped.

I ignored her and quickly find a place to wash the tea stain off my maroon-coloured blazer. Luckily, there was a toilet nearby and I quickly took the opportunity. The washroom was huge, as expected and there were a few guys in there. After I managed to get most of the tea stain off, I flapped my blazer to dry it. The water must have landed on one of the guys because before I even have the chance to look at his face, he pushed me to the ground, hard.

"Yo, sissy-boy, look what you got all over my brand new blazer?" he pointed at his sleeve. I personally couldn't see anything at all, until I spotted a small (really small) dark spot that was disappearing.

"Uh, nothing." I answered, trying to get up. Sissy boy? Please, I have more muscles than any of the guys in front of me will ever squeeze out. If only they weren't much bigger size than I was. The one who pushed me was the biggest of all of them, his face round and red as a tomato. Must be due to over consumption of rich people fats. He pushed me and I fell to the floor again. Twice as hard this time.

"You want a piece of this?" the fat dude clutched his plump fingers that reminded me of sausages into a fist and was ready to pound me into dust. Just as he threw it directly at my face, a hand stopped it. Yea, it's true. A hand, big, but not as huge as the fatso's just stopped it, out of nowhere. Fatso turned to see who it was that was able to withstand his strength. That person must be really almighty and high up because after recognizing him, fatso went into shock.

"It's YAMAMOTO!!!" he screamed, let go of himself and made a run for it. The others did the same. Soon, the huge washroom was empty, except for Savior dude/ It's Yamamoto and me, sitting pathetically on the floor. As I focused on the person in front of me. He was bigger than me, but not as huge or fat as fatso just now. Just adult-like. He had messy hair that was tied into a short ponytail, with strands left dangling beside his face. He had glasses on, and was wearing a white long sleeved shirt, which he didn't completely button. He had jeans on and had one of his hands in his pocket, and the other he reached out to pull me up. He must be really strong because he didn't flinch a bit when he pulled me to my feet. When I got a closer look at him, I noticed that he had silver hair that was familiar and you can see a hint of blue behind the thick, frameless glasses. He was probably good-looking, if he had fashion sense.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He looked tired, considering the dark circles below his eyes.

"Y-yea." I answered, still startled by the push.

"Good." he smirked, and held me by my shoulders and pushed me to the wall. Then, he lowered his head so quickly that I couldn't respond and did the weirdest thing anyone has ever done to me. He bit my neck. Well, not the vampire blood sucking bite, but just a slight nibble, almost like a tiny kiss, but enough to send waves of electricity throughout my whole body, leaving a tingling sensation at my neck after that.

Shocked from what he did, I just backed up against the wall, frozen. He lifted his head, still has the smirk on his face.

"You owe me." he said, and walked out the washroom, leaving me there, all alone.

Like what was THAT all about???

Part II

Ding dooonnnggg….. Even the bell ring sounded expensive. I put my hand under my chin and supported my head. What a meaningless first day of school. The whole day, the teachers were talking about what's so good about this school, how lucky we are to have them teach us, bla bla bla… And to make things worse, it's Math period now. Just as I looked at the timetable, the classroom door opened. In came the teacher, who was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and had a small ponytail…

WHAT THE HELL???

That's the guy who, well, took my neck's virginity! What is he doing here??

Mr. Neck Raper walked in like a breeze. put his books down, and wrote his name on the board.

Yamamoto Kazuki

"Class, this is how you write my name. You can call me Yamamoto-sensei, or Yama-chan if you please but if you ever call me Kazuki, I will murder you." he said all in one sentence. Briefly, but clearly not joking, but some girls giggled at the "Yama-chan" part.

"I'm your Math teacher for this year, and I'll hope everyone will work together with me so I don't have to kill anyone like I did last year." his expression remains unchanged. The whole class was struck with the cold words. Kill anyone like I did last year? Seriously??

Seeing the sudden change in the atmosphere, he said, "I was just kidding." he laughed to himself, before the others awkwardly laughed along. I was going to be sick.

"Even though I teach Math, I hate Math. But this just shows that if I can be good at math even if I hate it, you can too." His eyes seem to steer to me. I quickly avoided it.

The rest of the period he talked about normal things like what was the best way to study math or which chapter is the most complicated. But no normal thing he did could ever rid off the things he did before. This guy had "DANGER" spelt in red right on his forehead.

"Gosh, sensei is sooo hot!" the girl behind me screeched under her breath.

"Ya, I know! He taught me before when I was in junior high, SO AMAZING." another girl beside her seconded the motion.

"Sigh… you're so lucky!"

"Have you seen his eyes?"

"You can't actually see it right? He wears those geeky glasses. Oh well, he actually looks hotter in that!"

"Neah, nothing can compare to his eyes. They are blue! Like the colour of the sea, when he looks at you with it, it's like he's pulling you into the deep blue sea and you could swim around…"

"Ooh, I heard of those kinds of eyes! Wow, a sensei has eyes like that. Sigh…"

Both of them did a fainting gesture, while I tried to hold my puke.

"Hey, by the way, are there any other good-looking guys in this class?" I felt them looking around.

"Ah yes!" she quickly reverted into a whisper. "Do you see the guy in front of you?" what, she meant me?

"Yea, why?"

"You haven't seen his face? A few girls were talking about it. Totally an A-lister. The eyes, big enough and cutely in a brown colour. He looks so cute, like a rabbit and I'd totally cuddle up to him!" I almost fell to the ground.

"Ah, you mean the kinds that the girls would build a fan club for and the guys would be attracted to? Ah, I know.. uh, uh, Uke!" this time, I fell to the ground.

How can I look like an Uke??? Who do they think I am? A character from a BL story?? (author's note: haha, he really is a character from a BL story) What the heck is wrong with the people in this school? Are rich people really that weird?

"Hey, it would be so cool if sensei and the guy in the front were lovers, don't you think? Sigh.. the sweetness of forbidden love…"

"Yea… however, sensei's awfully straight. I saw him brought a girl into the classroom once, late after school. He locked the door and I heard weird noises. You know, those kind of weird noises."

"Oooooh………….." shortly after she said that, the bell rang. Finally, I thought, I could've died there.

I quickly packed my things, zipped my back and walked out of the class. Takaki-san said I have to come back early because he has to tell me the household rules. I walked past everything, the people, the buildings, beautiful furniture without looking at it. I decided that I had enough for one day. When I reach the main gate, I was already sweating and my blazer was getting really wet and uncomfortable. I made a note to ask Takaki-san if he had any spoiled bicycles I can fix up and use.

I reached the Nagoya mansion and went in from the door in the staffroom. I've gotten used to the place right now, and know where are most of the rooms, toilets located, except for a few that we are forbidden to go in. I saw Takaki-san in the room washing dishes.

"Tadaima," I announced, while putting down my bag.

"Sayu-dono, welcome back." he said, hands still wiping the plates clean.

"Takaki-san, aren't you the head butler of this house? Why are you still washing dishes? Let me help you." I walked beside him and took a sponge.

"I had nothing to do. Besides, it's better than leaving it there, it would invite flies. It's okay, Sayu-dono, you just came back from school. Go clean up first." he looked at my sweaty, messy uniform.

"Oh my," he said, must be shocked of the state the expensive uniform is in. "where are your other shoes?"

"Huh?" I said, confused. I looked down, and saw that the shoes that I was wearing were the beige-coloured clothed shoes we had to wear in school to not get it dirty. I realized I had forgot to change into the leather ones (yes, LEATHER).

"Oops, my bad. I'll go get them now." I took off my blazer and vest, and quickly ran out of the room. The sun has started to set now, so I have to quickly reach the school or else they might lock it up. When I reach the main gate, I saw it closed tight.

"Darn," I said, thinking about the precious shoes in my locker.

I looked for another way in and with luck, I saw a door at the guardroom. I twisted the knob and with a click, it opened easily. The sky was dark now and it was hard to see. I searched for a torch light in the drawers and thankfully, I found one which can function. (None of the torchlights at home ever functions.) After I pushed the on button, I quickly went in to the school.

"The security in here stinks," I said under my breath. "Nothing is properly locked and it's so easy to break in." I wonder how many things get stolen from here every year.

"I walked quietly to my locker beside my classroom and entered my combination. Just as I took my shoes out and changed into them, I saw that the classroom door was left ajar. I heard some movements too. Someone must be in there. Instantly, I was alert and tiptoed to the slit and looked into it.

"Ah, sensei!" the dark figure five feet away moaned. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I roughly recognized that she was the girl that sat behind me. Her uniformed was unbuttoned, revealing a bra. At one side, a man had his mouth on her breasts.

Oh My Gosh. They are… they are…. doing those things I caught my parents do once when I was little. I couldn't bring myself to say the word "Sex" in my mind.

I looked to see who the guy was. She DID say "sensei" after all. I captured the outline of him, white shirt, a small ponytail and messy hair… Holy CRAP, it's the Neck Raper!

Both of them were so into what they were doing, they didn't realize that I was just outside, too shock to move. Neck Raper slowly licked her nipple and left kiss everywhere on her chest. Slowly he moved up to her neck. The girl did nothing, but moaned with ecstasy. I thought he was going to just kiss it again when suddenly, he opened his mouth slightly wider, and I saw white sharp fangs. Before I could even figure what those were, he bit into the girl's neck. She let out a big "Ah" as if she reached her climax. Sensei was… sensei was sucking her blood! I almost screamed but managed to cover my mouth. My teacher's a freaking vampire?? I must have made some noise when I clapped my hands to my mouth because sensei's eyes quickly reverted to me, and his eyes, are ever so deadly RED.

I sensed that I was in big trouble and quickly pushed my heels into my shoes, picked up my other ones, and made a run for it. On the way, I dropped one side of my beige shoes but I didn't care. I ran all my might into the night, away from danger, away from death…