A ray of morning light cascaded across Chibita's sleeping form, its brightness prompting Chibita's eyes to groggily open. As he adjusted to the light, he began to turn over to the opposite side of the bed. Though he had expected it to be true, Chibita's heart still saddened over Karamatsu's absence from the bed. Memories of the night before slowly returned to him. Their kissing session had continued for another hour. Though their kisses were mostly soft and curious and placed along another's lips, face, and neck, some kisses incorporated the prolonged exploration of another's mouths with their tongues. Post their smooching session, the two lovers had settled into another's embrace to watch the film Grease due to the Greasers outfits automatically catching Karamatsu's eye. The last Chibita could recall was Karamatsu humming along to the tune of "Grease Lightning" as he began to snuggle in closer to his date's chest and let his eyelids shut.

Chibita lazily sat up and stretched his arms with a groan. As he scratched his head, the waking man realized his wig had securely stayed on his head the entire night. He stood up and walked over to his vanity dresser and mirror; he quietly spent a few minutes brushing and restyling the edges of his wig once his comb was located. Gently placing the wig onto the surface of the dresser, he made eye contact with his mirror and gasped in horror. His brown eye shadow had so terribly smudged around his eyes and cheeks that he hardly recognized his own face. He quickly walked to the bathroom and scrubbed his face clean; relief overcame him as his suspicion of a rash hiding beneath the smudges was confirmed false.

As Chibita began to brush his teeth, the sound of his phone vibrating against a hard surface appeared. Spitting out the pasty residue in his mouth, he dashed into the kitchen and grabbed his vibrating phone off the counter. He answered the call, speaking in his feminine voice.

"Hello?"

"Come to the door." The familiar monotone voice made Chibita wish he had checked the caller ID before answering. Phone still pressed against his ear, Chibita slowly approached his door and peeked through the hole. Just as he suspected, his doorstep was unfortunately graced by the presence of Ichimatsu. Ichimatsu, dressed in his purple hoodie and oversized track pants, also had his phone to his ear and stared directly at the door with his famous indifferent expression. What scared Chibita most was the large black trash bag the sextuplet had slung over his shoulder.

"D-do you know what time it is, damn it?" Chibita tried his best to hide his fear of opening the door with irritation.

"It's 8am. Open the door." Ichimatsu didn't even blink as he spoke. Instead, his gaze now fixated directly at the peephole as if to tell Chibita he knew he was watching him. With a shaky hand and a feeling of being cornered, Chibita opened the door just enough for his face to show. As their eyes directly met, Ichimatsu's lips curled slightly into a smirk. Chibita gulped down the lump in his throat as he hung up his phone and continued to address the unwanted visitor.

"What do you want, idjit?" hissed Chibita, which inspired a low chuckle from Ichimatsu.

"I told you I wouldn't be so generous after last night. Well, it's tomorrow, and I have your first task to do for me." Ichimatsu placed his phone in his hoodie pocket and pushed the door wide, giving himself enough access to invade Chibita's home. Chibita backed up two steps as Ichimatsu slowly shut the door behind him, entrapping them both inside.

In one swift motion Ichimatsu dropped the trash bag to the floor, which almost landed directly on Chibita's bare feet in the process. Pointing to the bag while maintaining a dominant stance, Ichimatsu lowly demanded, "Open the bag, maid."

Chibita remained immobile for a moment, still trying to adjust to the situation at hand. Fearfully, Chibita bent down and widened the opening of the bag. The oden lover soon straightened up again and violently slammed his hand over his nose and mouth as the smell of hot sweat and cat hair seeped forth into the atmosphere.

"DAMN IT, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

Ichimatsu's smirk grew at Chibita's repulsion. He bent down himself and completely exposed what was inside the bag: a giant heap of dirty purple and yellow clothes. "Before you go to work this afternoon, you will clean every last piece of clothing in this bag."

Chibita narrowed his eyes in anger as he squeezed his nose between his fingers. The nauseating feeling in his stomach led him to the assumption that these clothes had been left unclean at least a few days. Chibita's lack of a vocal response seemed to displease Ichimatsu for his smile began to dim. The sextuplet suddenly bent over and reached inside the bag, picking up a purple striped sock with its sole darkened from dirt. Ichimatsu took a step forward, sock extended out to Chibita; Chibita automatically withdrew multiple steps away from him, which lead him to reenter the kitchen area of the flat.

"DON'T TOUCH ME WITH THAT, YOU IDJIT!"

"Say 'Yes, Ichi-sama,' and I'll put it back." Ichimatsu advanced more quickly this time, causing Chibita to accidently trap himself against the breakfast bar in the center of the kitchen. Ichimatsu pressed the sock closer to his face, his upper hand of dominance causing his smirk to become distinctively large again.

Chibita's eyes began to water forcefully, not from emotions but from the raw, putrid stench omitting from the sock now dangling above his head. Weakened from disgust, Chibita stuttered what Ichimatsu desired to hear: "Y-Yes, Ichi-sama."

"Say it again. Louder."

"Yes, Ichi-sama!" Chibita's nose began to feel sore he was pinching it so tight. What was worse was the way Ichimatsu stared at him as he withdrew the sock; sheer victory and sadistic satisfaction marked his face. As Ichimatsu threw the sock back towards the hallway, Chibita released the pressure from his nose and began to desperately gasp in air. Between inhales, Chibita scowled up at Ichimatsu with grave distain.

"WHAT…THE HELL! ARE YOU…TRYING TO KILL ME…DAMN IT!

Ichimatsu nonchalantly shook his head. "I had to make sure you understood what position you're in. The sooner you understand my power over you, the easier this will be for you to handle. Besides, you're quite low on my list of people I desire dead." The sextuplet suddenly reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a mouth mask with a cartoon design of a cat-like smile on it. Extending it to Chibita, Ichimatsu added, "Use this while you clean the laundry. It'll make it easier to breathe."

Chibita roughly snatched the mask from his hand and placed it around his face. He closed his eyes for a moment, beginning to feel his normal breathing pace return to him. Once he reopened his eyes, he saw Ichimatsu was still standing over him but his expression was more stern than sinister. "The sooner you do this," Ichimatsu stated, "the sooner you can go to work. I'll be back here at 9pm tonight to pick up the laundry." He began to go down the hallway again, but paused to look over his shoulder with a smirk and add, "Oh, and make sure 'Chiharu' is here with something ready for me to eat when I come by. You can tell her what I like, huh, Chibita?"

Chibita could only glare at him, too exhausted from catching his breath to spit any verbal venom in his direction. His stare prompted a bout of chuckles from his blackmailer as he exited the apartment, slowly closing the door behind him.

Finally alone, Chibita sank to the kitchen floor is despair. He's going to make my life hell, Chibita thought to himself. I want to tell Karamatsu the truth…but I don't want to lose him. He rubbed his still watering eyes and forced himself to stand up again. Chibita then went to his closet and changed from last night's now wrinkled date outfit into his everyday work clothes. After putting sandals on his feet and inhaling a strong amount of air, he walked back to the trash bag and, after slinging it over his own shoulder, exited the house and headed around the corner to the apartment complex's laundry mat.

If this keeps Karamatsu by my side, then it's worth it.