His Plan, My Execution

Chapter 4: Good and wise.

Author's Note: WARNING! Strong language. Sensitive content. 

I woke up with a great headache. I think I might have migrene. Wonderful. Like I haven't had enough of the pain.

Peaking through the room screen trying not to make a noise, I see that he is not there. He must have left already. Allelujah!

As I am to walk into the diner, I hear some girls talking. I suppose they're maids here.

"Did you see the shirt he came in today? It's again stained with blood." Did she just say blood? Again?

"It is always a hussle to wash those" Always?

Even though I suspected that he has killed before it still shocks me to hear that he would come into the house covered in blood. I walk in startling them, they turn to face me and turn pale.

"What did you just say?" I asked them to confirm that I heard right.

They look at each other, turn to me again this time looking at the floor, hands folded at the front and slightly bow.

"Good morning Miss Quins. Our master is good and wise." they say calmly in unison.

Ok. What the f**k is that about? I just look at them with eyes wide open, furrowed brows and crossed arms on my chest, leaning on the wall at the door . I don't know if I should be more pissed or shocked?

Then I feel someone breath on my neck, and smell of sandalwood, pepper and grapefruit fill my lungs. I immediately tense up and stand straight knowing who it is. I though he left. f**k! Life doesn't spoil me lately. 

"Good morning, Shujin-sama" (A/N: 'Shujin' is 'master' and 'sama' is a high form of respect used by lower status adressing higher status.) The maids said in unison and bowing lower than before. 

I move to the side to clear the entrance but he doesn't even move. On the other hand I can feel how he makes holes on my back with his stare. God, he's annoying. Can't he just leave me be? 

"Good morning, sir" i said without emotion or even looking at him.

The maids looked at me a bit suprised. He shifted to the table and pulled a chair. He was in the same white t-shirt I was wearing but it looked tight on him letting me see his muscles. He was well build and I could see his tattoos. He was also wearing black, basketball shorts. He has a thick jet balck long hair bruched back with an undercut and square jawline with goatee defining, his jawline even more from a far. The other thing that draws my attention are bright, ocean blue eyes that are even brighter in the sunlight. Just like my father's. I always loved my father's eyes and I always wished I could have eyes like him. God. If I ever see you after this, I will dedinately punch you for making that monster looking like a supermodel. I think I would prefer if he was ugly, fat and stinky. This is so f*****g annoying!

I still stand there with confusion on my face. Why is he not sitting down? Are we waiting for someone? 

His blue eyes locked with mine for a second, then he glanced at the chair he is holding. The realisation hit me with a pole called embarrassment. I quickly sit down trying to hide my heating cheeks that are probably bright red.

He sat down on the other en and waved at the maids behind us. They brough him a traditional Japanese breakfast; seaweed miso soup, bowl of rice, tomagoyaki (A/N: egg, omletter roll) with mayonnaise, natto (A/N; fermented soy beans) and grilled salmon. And me? Well... It's also traditional but English breakfast. Benedict's egg on a beagle with fried chicken ham and beans with milk and black tea. Now. Is he trying to make fun of me? Or is he trying to respect me? Does he even know I speak in Japanese and the reason I came to this country? We eat the breakfast in grave silence. 

Wait...Does he not know I speak fluently in Japanese? I don't think he does actually. I spoke to the maids in English as he came in and everytime he speaks to me is also in English. Didn't Toshiro-san tell him? Well... I will see how it goes. It would be to my advantage if he doesn't know. 

I don't feel well eating this breakfast. Especially not in his company. It's so stressful and awkward. I have a migrene, which doesn't help and my stomach is shrunk from many weeks of eating only rice and eggs with water. Gosh, I think I am gonna be sick.

As soon as this thought crossed my mind I vomited on the table. My throat is burning and so are my nostrils. I feel dizzy, my headache just got stronger and I see spots. I groan from pain and discomfort.The smell makes me want to vomit again, but I stop myself this time and I feel a single tear falling down my cheeck as I close my eyes. I'm a dead meat.

I hear him standing up from his chair. His smell intensifies covering the smell of vomit in the room. I start to shake and have shivers. I sit still awaiting what comes next. He grabs my chin with his two, rough fringers and lifts my head up.

"Look at me." He says with cold but calm voice.

I slowly open my eyes and see his face closer than usual. I focus on his bright, blue eyes reminding my father's making me produce even more tears. When he saw that, he frowned his eyebrows slightly and took a handkerchief. Is he going to chocke me with it? Is he gonna shove it my mouth? Is he gonna kill me with it? No.

He simply and gently wipes the corner of my lips. He puts away, now dirty handkerchief and waves at maids. Then he just leaves in silence.

I sit in the same position dump fondled. What... What just happened? What was that? Didn’t he want to kill me? Is it the same man? Is he sick? His twin? Do I not know about something? Maybe it's April Fools in Japan? What?

I sit there for so long that when one of the maids shook me by the arm I could see they cleared the whole table. And left a glass of water for me to drink. 

I must be exagerating. Maybe he was just in a good mood. Anyway the maid asked me if I'd like porrige I declined and we moved to the bedroom. The bed and room screen were already folded by the wall. I also see Toshiro-san standing in the middle of the bedroom.

I greet him with a smile, he just bows at me saying 'good morning'. I ask him in English if that man is still in the house. He looks at me a bit confused and shakes his head. I shrug.

"How long do I have until he starts sending me around to do my job?" i ask this time in Japanese Toshiro-san, while the maid prepares a bath. 

"He has given you 6 months."

I turn to him shocked. You've got to be kidding me.

"He gives me 6 months to heal, learn how to fight and kill?" I ask him showing my 3 fingers while I list those. He just nods. 

I put my face in my hand and shake my head in disbelief. Learning the basics of boxing and getting reflexes takes at least 6 months. I know because my brother did boxing. Not to mention I will also need to heal! That man is just unbelievable? Oh right. He is a monster so what was I expecting? 

"Also a family doctor will come today to check your body." Toshiro-san informs me. Well, good. Maybe I will get some creams or antibiotics and will heal faster. 

"Thank you Toshiro-san. Is there anything else planned for today?" I ask him putting my hair in a messy bun. 

"Yes! New clothes will arrive for you today before the doctor's visit." I sigh with relief. 

"Thank goodness, I won't have to walk around in his t-shirt anymore!" I shout excited. 

Toshiro-san gives a small chuckle that he tries to hide and shakes his head. 

"Will I also have a swimsuit?" I asked Toshiro-san. 

He answered with a nod. 

I thank and tell him I will take a bath now. He informes me that he just got a message that the clothes have arrived and will be put in the closet while I take a bath. I slightly bow and close the door behind me.

I just take a short bath to wash away the sweat from this morning and mostly try to relax my aching body. 

When I go into the closet I see that the parts that were empty before are filled with some dark/black clothes. Mostly t-shirts, blouses, hoodies sweatshirts, sweatpants, leggings and so on. I am not complaining about the colours or type of clothes. 

I like black and am pretty practical. The only thing I wonder about is how did they get my size? And I mean, my cup size. I am big B/73cm...how did they get it right?Actually... I don't think I want to know.  I put a sports bra, black t-shirt and sweatpants on. I brush my hair and put them into a braid.

I take a nap as the migrene doesn't let me even think about anything. And my body is exhausted from all that stress this morning. I just flop on his bed telling the maid to wake me up in 30 minutes. She nods and leaves. I quickly fall asleep with the smell of cologne making me feel safe as I recall my father. 

The maid wakes me up shaking me gently. I get up feeling refreshed with migrene gone. And as I was to walk out into the graden to analyse the surroundings and plan my escape the family doctor comes in.

Thank goodness it is a woman. She looks around 40's. Has natural, wavy, brown hair put in a loose ponytail. Brown round eyes and round face. She's also pretty slim. 

Sir Konoto's doctor was a male... And a fat, stinking of cheap cologne, prick at that. When he did the 'check up' he would slide his disgusting hands where he shouldn't and would try to touch you. I prefered to fight him, like kick him in the guts (well deserved at that) and be beaten by him later, but other girls were too scared and unlucky at that, so...

Anyway. She did the proper check up, made sure I have no diseases and so on.

"You have damaged ribs, that is why it's so hard to breath. You have a lot of deep cuts on the back. Might leave scars. The bruises should heal without a problem. You have no other health problems. I will give you some painkillers and antibiotics to make sure there are no infections. Remember to cover the wounds on the back and take the pill regularly to avoid the infections. You should heal in a month or month and a half. If anything gets worse call for me." she said it with a smoothing, calm, professional voice.

Handed me the pills, bowed to me and left. That was quick.

Toshiro-san came in after the doctor left and asked me about the details. I told him everything the doctor told me. He nodded and left.

I went out of the room into the garden to plan a bit more.