Takemichi Harem - Oneshots

The 'Runaway' Servant and His Enchanting Gaze Part 2

Takemichi stilled, he held his breath.

"Takemichi, it is me, Naoto, needn't worry," a voice whispered behind him.

"L-Lord?"

"Do not look up for my elder sister is still watching. The man who just came in, he is your old Master, correct?"

Takemichi stayed silent, Naoto was Hina's brother, surely he was loyal to her.

"Again, needn't worry. I will not tell my sister. I actually wish to help you."

"Wh-Why? I am just a servant, my Lord," Takemichi whispered.

"I am sorry that I couldn't help you earlier, for I know of my sister's sadistic actions against you. You do not deserve that," Naoto responded curtly

Takemichi's neck ached from keeping his head down, but worry filled him when a pair of footsteps approached where he stood. It was Hina.

"We are leaving now," she hissed to her brother before harshly grabbing Takemichi's wrist and pulling him along.

"H-Hina-"

"No Naoto, shut it. We are leaving."

Naoto knew he probably shouldn't have done what he did next. Even if he had taken a liking to Takemichi, he knew that he did not belong to the Tachibana's. And he did not deserve the way he was treated.

"Lord Izana!"

"Naoto, what are you doing?!"

"I believe my elder sister has something of yours!"

All heads snapped to the direction of the Tachibana's, two pairs of eyes more specifically on the servant who was in the tight grips of Hina. Even if they didn't see his face, they recognised that cowering figure. Izana and Kakucho approached them with haste, Hina still tried to pull Takemichi away but was stopped when her own brother grabbed her.

Takemichi was shaking but he kept his head down, Hina's nails were still digging into his arm with her deathly grip.

"What are you doing with my servant?" Izana asked coldy.

"Someone with no real status like you doesn't deserve servants. He was free for the taking," Hina shot back.

"So you took him?!" Kakucho yelled. He covered his mouth and stepped back, he was still a servant.

"A bastard like you-" she cut herself off when Izana wrenched Takemichi from her grip.

Takemichi felt himself pressed against Izana's chest, his true Master's hand wrapped securely around his back.

"Give him back, he is mine now!"

Izana ignored her and instead looked down at Takemichi, he still had his head down.

"Look at me."

Takemichi didn't move nor speak.

"Look at me Takemichi," Izana ordered, but he kept his voice soft.

"I can't." it was a whisper, so small and quiet Izana almost missed it.

"Why?"

Everyone in the room is watching the commotion. But Takemichi didn't care about all those eyes, Hina's fiery gaze upon him made him shake in Izana's arms. If he lifted his head, he feared she really would take Naoto's belt and whip him right here, right now.

"My Lord, we should go," Kakucho mumbled.

"Where do you think you're going? You can't just take someone's servant and leave!" Hina screeched, trying to free herself from her brother's grasp.