AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just felt I should point out… "Akemi's Bad Morning "was meant to be a simple one shot story. Due to a mix up when uploading, it was listed as "ongoing" and a lot of people asked about part two. Here it is… Hope you enjoy!

AKEMI'S AFTERNOON

The young maid looked to the window just in time to see Master Mitsukunni smirk at her and then turn to skip away with his friend with all the innocence the rest of the world seemed to see. Trying desperately to clear her head, Akemi pulled the blanket smooth and taut on the bed and tried her best to arrange the stuffed animals around the pillows. Her stomach was still in knots after the humiliating experience. Her womanhood still felt the sting from the young master's fingers, which only served to deepen her humiliation and anxiety. Fighting back tears, Akemi wondered if the young man had been able to sense her virginity. How many nights had she strived to maintain her virtue, her purity, despite the best efforts of her admirers to persuade her otherwise? Her mother's last wish had been for her sweet Akemi to save herself for the love she would marry one day. Akemi fought back a tear and tightened her fist. Steady… Focus on your work. Maybe… maybe this was just a fluke, a result of waking him… After all, the other help had already warned her of the young master's typical mood upon waking. Who knew, maybe master Mitsukunni would return home from school apologetic and sweet.

Brushing her doubtful thoughts aside, Akemi continued on with her work and tidied the room until she reached the closet door. An odd, cold feeling of dread seemed to fill her has she reached for the glass doorknob, but Akemi did her best to ignore it and pushed the door open. The expansive walk-in closet was bigger than any she had ever seen before. To her right, the clothes rack was filled with outfits that seemed more suited to a boy far younger than Master Mitsukunni. To her left, three identical uniforms for Ouran Academy hung neatly in plastic bags. Akemi recalled reading the school's website when she had first accepted this position and finding to her shock that each uniform alone cost more than one month's worth of her salary. Next to the blue blazers, ties, and dress shirts hung three pristine karategi. Akemi's mind flashed to earlier that morning when she had seen the Master's younger brother Yasuchika practicing his martial arts under the direction of a hired instructor, a hulking man named Kano who stood watching with his arms folded across his chest. "Amazing…" she had said to the large man after watching for a moment. Kano smiled at her and replied by stating that he was very skilled, but nowhere near the level of his elder brother. Evidently, the remark had been overheard by the young man, for at that very moment Yasuchika's fist slammed through a thick board with a yell and an angry growl of Mitsukunni's name. Kano had nervously excused himself from the conversation at that point. Akemi's recalled the sound of the wood splintering under the force of Yasuchika's punch, and ran her fingers delicately over the fabric of the karategi. She shivered to think what Mitsukunni would be capable of if angered, if what she had seen was an example of the "weaker" brother. True, he hardly seemed capable of real violence… but she also never would have imagined him capable of what had happened this morning either. Akemi felt her eyes tearing up once again, and quickly turned to leave the closet that was filling her with dread.

Akemi went through the rest of her morning as best she could, striving to put on a happy face for the other help as she went about her duties. The younger brother's room was much more orderly and serious than Master Mitsukunni's, and it seemed more suitable for an older child… and yet she found this room far more comforting than the toy-filled room she had started in. Once Yasuchika's room was thoroughly dusted, Akemi moved to the first floor to begin the laundry. She was just passing the study of the head of the household, the father of the two boys, when she suddenly heard him call to her. With a deep breath, she entered the room. "Yes, sir?"

The stony faced man looked up from his papers. "Ah, yes. Akemi, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir." Akemi replied once again. Her fingers nervously played with the hem of her uniform dress. What could he want?

Mr. Hanninozuka looked to the mess of business papers on his desk and let out a sigh. "I'm afraid I'm being called away unexpectedly this weekend. My sons should be largely self-sufficient, but their usual governess had requested this weekend off some time ago. I want you to fill in in her stead."

Akemi swallowed nervously. "Fill in, Sir?" she asked meekly.

Without looking to her, the man continued on. "You'll not have much to worry about. The other staff will cover the cooking and their typical routines. I just want you to watch over them. Make sure they don't kill each other." He suddenly looked up to her. "That's not a problem, is it?"

Akemi began to stammer. "Well, I- er- I just don't have much experience with your sons yet-"

Her employer raised his hand to silence her. "Nonsense. You'll do fine. Mitsukunni even stopped on his way out the door this morning to tell me he has a good feeling about you."

Akemi blushed involuntarily. "He- he did?"

The man suddenly laughed, but the moment passed as abruptly as it had come. He was all business again as he continued sternly. "I am well aware of my son's…" The man's voice took a decidedly sour note- "… peculiar tastes… but I am rather inclined to trust his judgment of people in spite of it."

Akemi avoided the man's hard stare. "I'm certain you are, sir." she replied softly.

The man's gaze returned to the papers on his desk as he waved her out. "Good, good. Go on. Do this job well, and I will not forget it, Akemi."

Akemi mumbled her quiet thanks as she closed the door behind her and walked to the laundry room. She removed the clothes from the dryer that had cycled the previous night and started a new load in the washing machine. Her hands shook as she folded the dry clothes and her mind ran wild with fear. A whole weekend alone with him… Her thoughts were disrupted by the sound of footsteps. Akemi looked to the hallway and was surprised to see Yasuchika walking past. It was only then she realized how late the hour had grown. Striving to be professional, Akemi scurried to the hall. "Welcome home, Master Yasuchika. Did you have a good day at school?" The young man looked to her with a grunt that, while not necessarily hostile, made it quite clear he was not interested in conversing with the hired help.

Akemi looked after him for a moment before jumping from the sound of the doorbell. I am way too jumpy… she told herself as she hurried to the door. On the front porch stood a young man in a shirt and tie holding 5 more pressed and dry cleaned Ouran Academy uniforms. Seriously? Akemi wondered as she pleasantly smiled and signed the delivery form. With a tip of his cap, the delivery boy was off and Akemi turned to walk back upstairs to Master Mitsukunni's room to put the uniforms away.

Once in the closet, Akemi carefully slid the karategi aside and hung the uniforms neatly in place. As she turned to leave, she nearly tripped over a pair of shoes that had been left out on the floor by the uniforms. How she had missed them before was beyond her, but Akemi picked them up and searched for a spot on the shelf to place them. There was a small space available next to a closed shoebox. Akemi tried to carefully place the shoes there, but accidentally knocked the shoebox to the floor. As the box fell, the lid came free and several pictures spilled forth. Great… she thought to herself as she knelt down to retrieve the pictures, desperately wishing she was anywhere else in the house. Akemi picked up a stack of pictures and did her best to put them into a neat pile when she realized she was looking at a photo of a woman about her age wearing a maid uniform which was shoved up around her waist. The woman was sprawled on her back on a bed that looked all too familiar, her panties exposed for all to see. Her face was anything but eager. Akemi held in her gasp. She couldn't help herself as she looked through more photos. The young woman was shown with her panties pulled aside by small fingers, with her most sensitive areas probed by the same fingers, with her breasts bared, and with a gag shoved in her mouth. The picture with the woman gagged showed clearly the tears falling from her eyes, down her cheeks, and wetting the pillow on which she lay. "Oh, my God…" Akemi whispered to herself. She placed the pictures into the box and tried to hurriedly pick up more, this time finding pictures that showed a different young maid in similar straits.

Akemi never even heard the footsteps behind her. She heard the voice instead. "Snoopy little one, aren't you, maid?"

Akemi gasped and blushed as she looked up behind her to see Master Mitsukunni. Despite the boy's short stature, he loomed over her kneeling form. "I- I- I was just picking these up, the- the box fell off the shelf-"she began to stammer.

Mitsukunni's expression betrayed neither joy nor anger, but a cold and dangerous neutrality. "Really. And how did that happen?" Akemi felt her throat going dry as she began to stand to at least feel taller than Mitsukunni. His hand on her shoulder gently, but strongly, pushed her back down. "No, no, no, maid… being on your knees suits you. Now, answer the question. How did the box fall? Were you perhaps looking for a little something to line your pockets? Hmm? Trying to steal from us? Afraid of getting fired without finding a valuable little souvenir to get you by for a while?"

Akemi was desperate. "No, no, sir! That- that's not it at all!" Akemi pointed to the freshly laundered uniforms from her spot on the floor. "The cleaners dropped off your uniforms, and- and there were shoes on the floor-" Now she was pointing to the shoes- "and- and- and I just went to put them on the shelf and the b- box fell and these- these pictures came out-"

Mitsukunni leaned within an inch of her face, his eyes narrowed and his hand atop her head. His fingers pressed into her scalp as he spoke. "You're babbling, maid." Akemi turned her head to look away, but Mitsukunni forced her eyes back to his. "And your body language is telling me you are lying." The words came out in a deliberate, acidic tone that terrified Akemi.

"Please, sir." She whispered shakily. "I'm telling you the truth, I swear-"

"Did you look at the pictures?" Mitsukunni suddenly interrupted.

"I- I, what?" Akemi stammered.

Mitsukunni's expression grew darker still. "It's a simple fucking question, maid." Akemi's eyes widened at hearing the foul word from the cute boy. "Did. You. Look. At. The. Pictures."

Akemi felt her arms trembling. "I- no…"

Mitsukunni's face seemed to twist into a deranged smile. He was still an inch from her face. "Miu."

Akemi looked to him, confused. "What?" she whispered.

"Miu" Mitsukunni said again. "Her name was Miu." Akemi swallowed nervously. "She was something like you, poor and desperate for work. She was also a hot little toy, wasn't she?" Again, the deranged smile was there. Akemi shuddered.

"Master Mitsukunni, please-"

Mitsukunni interrupted her again. "Did you enjoy the pictures, maid? Did you wish it was you? Did it make your pussy wet?" Akemi blushed and tried to close her eyes. She felt Mitsukunni's fingers on the sides of her head, forcing her eyelids open. "Did they, maid? I have more pictures, you know. Care to see what else she did?"

"What happened to her?" Akemi asked in a trembling voice.

Mitsukunni's eyes clouded over. "She broke." He said simply, yet bitterly.

"Broke?" Akemi whispered fearfully.

"Any toy can break if played with too much." Mitsukunni replied. "Sometimes batteries run out, sometimes pieces break, sometimes they just shatter-"Akemi's eyes were wide now. "-and sometimes a toy will just break itself and leave a big mess in her quarters." His hand reached to the pictures until he found one in particular and held it before Akemi. "See?" He asked in a light, amused tone of voice. Akemi's hand covered her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut and twisted her head away in horror. Mitsukunni sighed and looked at the picture. "It's a shame, she was a great toy. " There was a pause before he continued. "They all were."

Akemi looked to him again. "They…"

Mitsukunni tossed the picture carelessly behind Akemi to the box and shrugged. "You must not have looked too deeply into the box after all. There are at least three broken toys in there. But the question remains. How did you like the pictures?"

Akemi couldn't help her reaction. "Horrible." She whispered as she looked away.

Mitsukunni shrugged again, unfazed. "OK, so maybe that last picture was a little much." He said casually. "But what about the others?" His hand moved to her stocking covered knee and began to slide up the smooth muscle. "What did they do to you, maid? Hmm?" Akemi whimpered in response. Mitsukunni's hand trailed up past the tops of her stockings as he leaned close to her ear, breathing into it. "You wished it was you, didn't you? Sweet little toy, sweet little Akemi…" A tear streaked her face as she felt his hand squeeze at her thigh. Desperate to move away, she tried her best to scoot back but wound up losing her balance and falling onto her back. Akemi's head connected with the shoebox, sending pictures flying past her vision as she felt her maid's dress being flipped upwards. The young master looked to her panties with a devilish grin. "Look at those…" he said in a cruel whisper that made her blush deeply.

"Please, master…" Akemi began in a choked sob.

Mitsukunni climbed atop her now, straddling her waist and smiling down at her. "Please? Oh, I can already tell how hungry you are, but I think the bed is more suitable than the closet floor, don't you, maid?"

"I have duties to attend-"Akemi began desperately.

"Father has already left." Mitsukunni stated. "I believe you were left in charge of Yasuchika and me?"

Akemi looked to him uneasily. He knows… he knows because he planned it… "Yes… yes, I was. And Master Mitsukunni, I must now insist that you let me up and follow my directions." Akemi attempted in an authoritative tone, or at least as authoritative as she could under the circumstances.

Mitsukunni glared at the young maid for a moment before his eyes suddenly went wide and he began to produce crocodile tears. "What? But why, Miss Akemi? Why did you hit me?" His hand suddenly slapped his own cheek forcefully and left a slight red mark.

Akemi's mouth fell open. "I didn't-"

Mitsukunni grinned. "Of course you didn't. But who will be believed, maid?" Again, his hand flew to his cheek, darkening the red mark. "Please, Miss Akemi!" he sobbed. "Why are you being so- ho- ho mean?"

"Stop it!" Akemi suddenly yelped. "What do you want?" she asked in a softer tone, avoiding the boy's hard glare.

Mitsukunni rose from her. "Stand up, maid." He commanded. Akemi stood from her spot on the floor, adjusting her dress as she did so that it hung properly. Mitsukunni backed out of the closet, his eyes never leaving her curvy body. "Follow." Akemi obeyed without a sound, terrified of the prospect of what could occur if he were to start telling lies about her. The young master smiled darkly. "You listen fairly well so far, maid. Let's see you keep it up." Mitsukunni raised his index finger in the air and turned it 360 degrees. "Turn around. Show me your back." Akemi swallowed hard and slowly turned around until she was facing the open closet door. She didn't hear the young man step to her, just felt the sudden rush of cool air on her back as the zipper on her dress was undone slowly. Akemi squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and wished she was anywhere else. "Lovely…" she heard in a breathy whisper from behind her as a finger tip traced an inch or two of her quivering spine. Akemi let out a whimper before she heard Mitsukunni's voice again. "Now take it off." Akemi felt a tear trace down her cheek as she slid her arms from the sleeves of her dress and let it slip down her body to the floor. Gingerly, she stepped free of the dress, her back still to Mitsukunni. "The shoes too." Akemi heard the cold voice say. Akemi stepped free of her shoes, leaving her in just her thigh high stockings, her blush colored panties, and her matching bra. Anticipating the next command and not wanting to anger Mitsukunni further, Akemi turned to face the young master, her arms trying in vain to offer some cover. Mitsukunni looked to her with a sour expression. "Are you this poor at your job, maid?"

Akemi's face betrayed her confusion. "I- what?"

Mitsukunni pointed angrily to the floor. "Your uniform, maid! Are you going to leave it laying there?"

"Oh…" Akemi responded softly. She turned and bent down to collect the uniform, unsure of exactly what to think of the order when she suddenly felt the young master's hand slap her squarely on her rear. The young maid jumped with a yelp. "Master, please! That hurt!"

Mitsukunni merely smiled back at her. "That doesn't excuse you from your duties, maid. Now pick it up." Akemi bent awkwardly at her knees as she obeyed, trying her best to not expose herself to Mitsukunni's hands again. The dress was folded carefully and placed on a chair, her shoes tucked neatly underneath. "Better…" Mitsukunni stated, extending his hand to her with a smile.

With a touch of apprehension, Akemi reached for his hand, unsure of whether or not trust the supposed display of courtesy. The small hand gripped hers with an unexpected force as Akemi suddenly felt herself being flung over Mitsukunni's shoulder to land on the bed behind him. The soft mattress broke her fall but did nothing to stop her churning stomach. Dazedly she looked up, her head at the foot of the large bed. Kano wasn't kidding… Mitsukunni smiled down at her coldly. "Comfortable?" He asked in an almost friendly tone. Akemi squeezed her eyes shut as Mitsukunni removed his school blazer and let it fall carelessly to the floor. Next, his tie was loosened and the top buttons of shirt undone as he walked to the side of the bed drinking in the sight of Akemi's slender, helpless body. "So pretty…" he murmured as he climbed onto the bed, gripping her wrists and raising them above her head. Akemi opened her eyes slowly to see the top of her young master's head as his face nuzzled in her cleavage. A quiet moan escaped the boy as Akemi shivered.

"Master Mitsukunni, please- please stop… I-"Her words stopped when she felt the finger on her lips.

"Quiet, maid." Mitsukunni ordered. "And keep your hands up there, unless you really do want to be without a job." Akemi bit her lip as her tears again bubbled from her eyes and she suddenly felt Mitsukunni's palm pressing on her clothed slit. A moan escaped her lips involuntarily, and her cheeks reddened with a blush. Akemi attempted in vain to squeeze her legs closed, but her master's kneeling form between them kept them open wide. "So you do enjoy this, don't you, maid… "Mitsukunni said breathily as his fingers pulled the fabric aside and probed inside her as they had hours before.

Akemi couldn't help her reaction as she sat bolt upright, her hands flying to grab her master's wrist. In an instant she realized with horror her mistake when she felt the sting of Mitsukunni's hand hard on her cheek, leaving a mark far redder than the ones he had inflicted upon himself. Now her hand held her cheek as she looked fearfully to him.

"Disobedient, aren't you?" Mitsukunni growled dangerously. "I doubt that trait will help you find another job when you find yourself out on the street. Don't you think so… MAID?" The last word was spat at her with utter contempt. It sealed the realization in Akemi's mind as to what she was to him… disposable.

"I- I'm sorry, sir… I- I just-"

"Had a reflex?" Mitsukunni spat again. "I went easy, maid. I can just as easily be rougher." To drive his point home, Mitsukunni now shoved two fingers roughly inside Akemi's womanhood, causing the young maid to gasp loudly and arch her back. Her hand clutched at the bed sheets to avoid upsetting Master Mitsukunni again. The young master noted her grasping hands and stood from where he knelt between her thigh high covered legs, his feet padding around the edge of the bed as Akemi tried to sit up. His hand pressed her back down firmly as he licked at the fingers he had just pulled from her. "You'll learn, maid. For now…" He bent down and reached under the bed, pulling a nylon strap that was secured to one foot on the frame. "I'll help." He finished with a cruel smile as he opened the buckle attached to the end of the strap. Forcefully, he grabbed a wrist and secured it. Akemi's heart raced with fear as her wrist was locked into the restraint and the young master walked to the other corner. When he bent down to retrieve another strap, her free hand tried to loosen her bound one. Mitsukunni's head popped back up and surveyed her with anger.

Her free wrist was grabbed in a tight grip and pulled to the other corner. Mitsukunni leaned close to her face and growled. "Stupid girl." He began. "Don't you realize your choices are to obey or be gone with no money, no hope, and a blotch on your employment record so bad you'll be lucky to scrub toilets at a bus station?"

Akemi whimpered. "Please… what are these…"

Mitsukunni's face grew a vicious smile again. "Ever hear of the Ootori group, maid?" Akemi shook her head to acknowledge that she had. "They make excellent medical equipment. These particular straps were brought in by their youngest son for a presentation at school on the family's business. They're strong enough to hold the most deranged lunatic, yet leave no marks. Pity they went missing from his locker after school…" Akemi realized as he finished the sentence that her other hand was now bound tightly. Now Mitsukunni walked to the head of the bed, bending down once more. "I heard he was reprimanded severely by his father for it. After all, he had brought in a complete set, quite expensive." Now the strap was being tightened around Akemi's left ankle. Mitsukunni made his way over the bed now as Akemi pulled at the straps and realized they were every bit as secure as he had said. Mitsukunni retrieved the fourth strap and grabbed her right ankle forcefully, forcing Akemi's legs open ever wider as he secured the ankle and continued in a completely nonchalant tone. "I did offer him some money to cover the cost of it, you know, like a friend would…" The cuff was pulled tightly now. "And would you believe he refused to take it? Said he appreciated the offer but would take full responsibility for it." Mitsukunni shook his head as he kicked off his shoes and fully untied his tie, pulling it free of the collar.

He climbed back onto the bed, once again between Akemi's spread-eagle legs, and ran his hands lustily up her quivering thighs. "What a sucker…" he commented before leaning close to Akemi's face and kissing the redness on her cheek. His tie was now balled in his hand. "Now… what shall we play, maid?" he asked as he pressed his crotch between her legs forcefully. Akemi gasped and felt the tie shoved into her mouth, stifling any protest she could hope to offer. She groaned softly as she felt his hips grind on hers again, his hardness all too obvious…

The small windowpane shattered from the impact, and Mitsukunni instinctively ducked as the short kunai HH whizzed past his head and lodged in the wall. Akemi's eyes opened in disbelief and watched as Master Mitsukunni jumped to the floor. He retrieved the offending weapon from the wall and stomped to the window, muttering furiously, "Fuck. Are you fucking kidding me…?" He got close to the window and yelled through the hole. "Chika! That was my window!" The tone was far lighter. Forceful, yet still childish…

On the ground, Yasuchika looked to his brother with hate. "The help," he spat with derision, "has been talking and saying you're stronger than me. I'm calling you out, Mitsukunni. Fight me now!" It was obvious Chika had been practicing for some time since arriving home, and that the conflict would not be avoided.

"I'll meet that challenge anytime, Chika!" Mitsukunni called back playfully, gleefully and deliberately downplaying the whole situation. "Be right down!" He turned from the window and stepped away as another kunai flew over his head, this time embedding in the ceiling. Akemi yelped, squirming helplessly on the bed. Mitsukunni stepped to his dresser and produced a black box with wires leading to a small egg-shaped object. "A minor inconvenience. I'll be back shortly" he said distractedly as he walked to her with the device in hand.

"Master… What is that…"

Mitsukunni grinned darkly. "So innocent, aren't you?" he replied. "Fun little thing from the internet. Do you know they'll ship anything?" Akemi squirmed as his fingers again pulled the fabric from her moist slit and roughly pressed the egg inside her most sensitive area. The fabric slid back in place, sealing it in. "Have fun till I return." Mitsukunni smiled, sliding the switch to its farthest position. Instantaneously, the small egg began to buzz and vibrate inside Akemi. She gasped, squirming in her restraints. Mitsukunni's face filled her eyes as he cooed by her ear. "Just relax, it'll make you so dripping wet… and ready." With that, he was off, locking the door behind him and tossing the kunai disinterestedly in the air. "Oh, the crap I have to deal with…" he muttered just before bursting through the patio door to engage his little brother.

Upstairs, the egg buzzed away as Akemi squirmed, cried, and, much to her own shame, moaned…