His Plan, My Execution

Chapter 6: Pact with the devil.

The morning started as usual. As we are eating breakfast which consisted of scrumbled eggs, toast, cherry tomatoes on the side and orange juice, he was reading newspaper. Who even reads newspapers these days?

"Come to my office when you are done eating. We will discuss the details of the contract." He said in his usual cold, husky voice without even taking his eyes off of newspaper.

"Yes sir." was my answer. As always. 

He took another sip of his black coffee and left. I was halfway through my breakfast starting to feel anticipated and scared. What is gonna happen next?

~~20 minutes later~~

The maid took me to his office. We passed the door next to the gym and stopped at next one. She knocked and I could hear my own heartbeat. Gosh. I started to sweat and my breathing quicken. My neck and shoulders are stiff to the point of painful. 

"Come in." His voice was quite hard to pick up.

The maid opens the door, moves aside to let me go in and closes the door. The room is kept in theme colour of black, grey and oak brown table. It smells of cigarettes and his cologne with faint scent of lavender essential oil. My mum always used those in the bath. This memory caused me to relax a little. 

I walk in, still anxious about the situation. 

"Sit down" Same tone as before.

I sit in the comfy chair in front of his desk. I mingle with my fingers as I hear papers shuffling. The shuffling stops. I hear a sigh and I can feel his gaze on me.

"Look at me." His tone as kind as ever. (note the sarcasm)

I look at him trying not to show him how much of a nerve wreck I am inside.

"I must say I am quite impressed. You managed to heal, learn basics in artial skills and even how to opereate different types of weapons in just 6 months." He said with his perfectly shaped, dark eyebrow and bit suprised tone.

You've got to be f*****g kidding me right now! He was the one who put those terms. And what choice did I even have?! It was either do it or let someone else pay the price! What is going through that man's mind?

I tried not to show my emotions on my face. I was too terrified to do so. But I was so shocked and stressed that I chocked on my own saliva. I started couching rapidly as the little bit of liquid went into my airways.

"Are you alright?" He said with concern in his voice. That suprised me.

"*cough* *cough* I'm- *cough* *wheese* alri- *cough* *cough*" I tried to mutter out but the fight with my own body for air didn’t allow me to do so. I clunched on my chest, when he got up and ordered to bring a glass of water for me.

I kept wheezing and coughing when he brought the glass of water up to my lips while his other hand was gently rubbing my back.

I gulped some water and mostly wheezed to catch oxygen into my lungs while he kept rubbing my back. His hand is warm and pleasant to feel. 

Wait, what? What did I just think? God I must have been missing human's touch for too long. 

"Thank you. I am alright now." I muttered in a whisper embarassed, avoiding his gaze.

He went back to his seat and sighed. I was not sure what to think of him. Of course I am afraid of him and shake in his presence but he sometimes showed those signs of kindness that cause me to think about him against my better judgement. He is a cruel, sociopathic monster that doesn't care about someone's life.

"Right. Since the drama is out of the way let's get into bussiness, shall we?" He sighed as he spoke those words.

See? He interpreted that as me being dramatic. God that man is pissing me off. But I have a bad feeling that this is going to get worse.

"The contract is based on partner relationship. I will be your superior of course but I will ensure your wellbeing and needs as long as you work for me. Anything I ask of you has to be completed without a second thought. Is that understood?" I nod looking at him.

" I need a clear answer Miss Quins." He said glaring at me.

" Yes sir!" I said as if I was in army, fighting not to salute at him.

Seriously this man and his aura. If intimidating auras could kill, half of the world would be dead from his only.

He sighs and shakes his head at me probably seeing how affected I am by him. 

"Don't worry Miss Quins, I am not planning on killing you any time soon." He kept looking at papers as he filled them in and said those word. 

Wow. Thank you. I am so moved I am gonna cry and kiss your feet. I wish I could say that but I would give him a reason to kill me. 

I think I relaxed a little bit because my shoulders were not as tense as before. 

" Excuse me sir, but before I sighn this contract I have a few questions." 

He looked at me for a second

He sighs "of course you do."

I roll my eyes knowing he wouldn't notice as he still keeps his eyes on papers.

"Which criteria does 'working for you' covers?" I ask.

"It will depend on the situation." he answers with nearly bored voice.

Yhym...'depends on situation' my ass.

"Will Toshiro-san still be working with me?"

"Yes."

"Will I be joining your gang?"

"Yes." he asnwered as if saying 'duh, isn't that obvious?'

"And lastly. Who are you?" I finally had the chance to ask that question. Toshi-nii wouldn't answer and I couldn't bring myself to ask that before.

He shot up his head at me with a shocked expression. What is even so weird about me asking that?

"Ryousuke Kurotsu" He answered.

Ryousuke Kurotsu... Ryousuke Kuro- THAT KUROTSU??? OH f**k MY LIFE! s**t! s**t! s**t! GOD IT JUST CANNOT BE! 

Kurotsu are a brutal and fearsome family. They lead the biggest and most threatening yakuza - Black Dragons - in Tokyo. They basically control this city, even police works for them. Ryousuke Kurotsu is often called the Crimson Dragon of Tokyo as he is always covered in enemies' blood. You wouldn't want to be his enemy. According to the stories he is worse than his father. I know because before coming to Japan I wanted to know who and which places to avoid.

Shit! I should've figured it out before. Goddammit I am to make a pact with the devil himself. f**k!

I clentch my hands so much that my nails start to pierce my skin and blood starts to fall down my knees. I don't feel pain I am too scared, too... God I can't even focus properly. Ok Xela... Breathe.

I start to take deep breaths and try to relax a little. I start to feel the pain in my hands. Then I realize he was still looking at me with amusement in his eyes. This motherfucker was analyzing me, like a predator analyzes his prey.

I start to curse at him in my head still trying to calm down.

I close my eyes and start to think. Ok. So I was brought with dirty money, stressed out and traumatised by the demon in human's skin called Ryousuke Kurotsu. Well... Makes sense.

Anyway. What should I do now? He offers me a contract where I can take revange for my family, for those girls and prevent any more girls to go through the same. They taught me how to fight, to protect myself, fight for others and weren't excessively cruel to me.

What would happen if I declined? What a stupid question to ask.

I sigh after thinking some more and make a decision. I slowly open my eyes, gain the confidence as a deep breath fills my lungs and look straight in the asshole's vibrant blue eyes.

"I agree to the contract."

He smirks and passes me the contract to sign it.

God have mercy on me as I am to sigh a pact with the devil.

I look at the contract, glance back at his grinning face and again at the contract. It's got to be a f*****g joke.

'1. Ryousuke Kurotsu' s word is always right and I - Xela Quins will obey and listen to it.

2. If Ryousuke Kurotsu' s word is not right - refer to point one.

3. I, Xela Quins will not plan to/or work against Ryousuke Kurotsu under any circumstances.'

I understand point 1 and 3...but the seconds one got me. Holy s**t, I don't know if I should laugh or cringe at it. 

"Do I have to sign it with blood?" I asked him looking at the bottom of the page.

"Of course you do."

He passes me a needle. I hate needles! The last few times I was in touch with needles I literally fainted.

The thought of that thing in my veins brings shiver to my spine, dizziness and makes we weak in the knees.

I look at the needle and at him. I shove my index finger towards him and squeeze my eyes turning my head the other way.

I could hear him trying to hide a chuckle behind a cough. Great Xela! Just great. Let it just end.

He gently took my finger and quickly perked it with the needle. I could feel it but it didn't hurt. He is pretty good with his hands. He squeezed my finger causing blood to ooze out and me to whince with pain. I quickly took my hand away from him and pressed it to the paper. I sign it with my name and sigh. What did I get myself into?