❤︎ 1158 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 4.5 𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

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I light up another cigarette and Google-map my way to the gigantic temple, in the middle of nowhere-the building is aggravatingly golden, troublesomely shiny, and irritatingly tacky. I walk up towards what seems like a guardroom; the muscular man within is exceptionally large, his blonde hair pushed back with an Alice band. He wears an unbuttoned jacket, revealing two pink hearts on his chest. "Are those... his nipples?" I think to myself. Anyhow, I truly don't care. I've had enough of a long day with too many bizarreries thrown my way. I just need to get a job here and I'll head back.

"Excuse me," I finish my cigarette and walk up to this eccentric man. "I would like to meet Mr. Geto. I'm an old friend of his." ... Am I really, though?

"Pick it up," he replies.

"Pardon?"

"Pick up that cigarette butt. It's not nice to litter."

I inhale deeply, then do as I was told. "Please, sir, would you be so kind as to let Mr. Geto know that a y/n is here to meet him?"

A couple of guards come out after the man communicates on his walky-talky. They push open a ceiling-height door and here I am, in this suspiciously culty lair. Puffs of incense engulf me, lightening my head. We walk through the winding carpeted halls and arrive at yet another humongous door.

They push open the door, revealing an exceptionally wide room with tatami.

My eyes blink from the setting sun piercing into my eyes. I raise a palm to block the rays. There...

"Leave us."

He gets up. I instinctively step back, despite my being more than two dozen feet away.

He closes the curtains one by one, not addressing me.

I'm so sick of everyone's shit today: "Hello, Mr. Geto, I'm sure you-"

Before I spoke the following words, he was right in front of me. "-remember me..."

"Long time no see, y/n."

I squint and blink, adjusting my irises to the suddenly fallen darkness.

"You're good with names still, Geto Senpai." That incense is choking me.

Geto walks away from me, towards the back wall with fine marigold embroidery. He sits down on the tatami, leaning one of his elbows on an ornate poy.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, y/n?"

This fucker.

"Come closer!" He chuckles. "I don't bite."

I'll finish what I came here for and get the fuck out. "I need a job and I thought you might need some help...? My brother's sick.

Geto raises one eyebrow. 

"I can do anything: cleaning, paperwork, walking the dog, handing out fliers... literally anything, you name it. I just need a job.

"I desperately need the money. I promised the doctor I'd get him the payment by the end of this month for the treatment. Please? For old time's sake?" I add; my dignity out the window.

"Do you still use your Jujustu?"He speaks after a pause.

"No." Anything but that.

He sits up, brushing his fingers through the ends of his hair. It's so much longer than I remembered.

"Figured. Even in school, you weren't any good with your Jujutsu, were you?"

"Oh, fuck off." I turn around to leave. Why did I think I could get any help out of this megalomania?

"Still don't have a sense of humour, do you?" He laughs. "Wait. I might have something for you."

He walks to a drawer for a leather folder. I halt.

"I'm hiring," he waves the folder.

He slides the folder to me. I bend down to pick it up.

The parchment within is gilded. Why does everything have to be so shiny?

I begin to read: "Contract of Ownership. What is-"

He waves a hand at me. "Keep reading."

"One, obedience: The pet is to obey the master's every command with devotion. Any failure to comply will result in consequences and discipline. The pet is expected to display unwavering loyalty to the master. The pet's willingness to please the master shall be a top priority," I read. "Damn, didn't know cats these days are so smart that they read!"

In the back of my mind, I know exactly what this is. I'm not naive. Not anymore.

Think, think, think, think... I feel like puking again.

"And how would you like to..." Geto stands up and steps towards me, towering over my stature. "... be my cat?"

The last words were whispered into my ear. I sense the skin around my eye sockets stretch. My pupils must have grown to the size of marbles.

I slap him.

Yet he hijacks my wrist before I make contact. I immediately struggle against him.

He wrestles me to the floor with great ease. Now...

"Tut, tut... feisty little feline." My wrists are pinned to the tatami on both sides of my face. Geto is right above me, draping me in his shadow.

"What now, you sick pervert...? Do you simply have a pet contract lying around for the first desperate person to come in? You're not still a virgin, are you? Pathetic..."

"Not just anyone. My, how you wound me!" He straddles me, my wrists in one hand. "All I see every day are sub-par monkey women--oh, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near them. And as for the curse users, well, they're my family, so go figure. Hmm, no, no, no, I was just waiting for a perfect little kitten to wander into my territory," he tilts my chin up to meet his deep eyes.

"And I see that today... is my lucky day. Don't worry: I am picky and experienced-or shall I say: experienced, therefore, picky."

I almost tear up. "... How much?"

"So unromantic of you," his calloused thumb grazes my cheek.

"You're the one asking for a pet, not a lover."

"Name your price."

"Seventy-five thousand." That should do...

"I'm surprised you didn't ask for more."

Shit! Should've asked for more! "I want more, then."

"What a good sister you are. Make it a hundred." There it is again, his mockery. "How about we play a game, y/n? As a prelude. You're not officially my pet, not yet, of course. But if you win, I will give you a hundred thousand dollars, in cash, and you will be free to leave as you wish."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

A hundred K... that will change everything.

"You don't. But, you want to save your little brother, do you not, y/n?"

"... Tell me, what's this disgusting game of yours...?"

"It's a fun one. I think you will enjoy it! You see, I will touch you, right here...

His hand, previously placed on my chin and cheek, slides downwards... from my throat... to my sternum, then, my belly button, and finally... my crotch.

"And if you can control yourself not to make a single noise while I... explore, well, money's all yours. Easy-peasy! Deal?"

He still smells the same.

"-Deal..."

"See, wasn't so hard, was it?"

He lets go.

"Good, y/n."

"Now. Take off your clothes."