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A sigh escaped the red head’s lips.
Nakahara Chuuya, 22 years old, working hard to survive in the bloody Port Mafia that he hated so much. Everything there made it hard to even breathe. He doesn’t remember exactly how he got into the Mafia, but the only time he enjoyed being there was when he was with his friends. (Of course they all died)
”oh my…you idiotic womeniser!! First you cheat on your fiancé but now you defend her just cause it was the villainess…THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT YOU IS YOUR FACE!”
Chuuya’s eyes were glued to the phone screen as he walked on the sidewalk. The only salvation in his life currently was the villainess of the current novel he was reading. She was beautiful, misunderstood, and most importantly she was the only one who did NOT fall for the crown prince’s advances.
He hates the crown prince as much he loved the villainess.
But while he was in the middle of cursing the said " bastard prince " he tripped on a stone and hit his head hard against the light pole. He lost consciousness.
The next time he woke up he was sleeping in a much much poorer room than he originally had and at first he thought maybe someone had taken him to a small hospital or one of his subordinates found him and bought him to a nearby safe house.
He let go of all those thoughts when he looked down to see that he was wearing the dirtiest rags known to mankind.
“Ugh, they smell like horse shit…the fuck”
Chuuya scrunched his nose at the smell that seemed to be glued to his clothes, he certainly wasn’t in an hospital with the wh the room looked. It was bland with sand coloured walls, and there Wes nothing but two beds a desk and a mirror-cupboard in it.
“Hey weakling get up!” A voice was heard from the other side of the door, “if you’re late the prince is gonna get angry at us all!!” The door burst open with a somewhat messy hair guy with a bandage on his nose coming in uninvited.
Chuuya glared at the intruder. He looked somewhat like Tachihara, only that his subordinate would never treat him like this.
“What’s that glare for? Come on red head it’s already 5 AM. The prince is gonna be angry again”
Chuuya slowly inspected the surroundings once more, slowly getting off the bed, only to find that his entire body aches. Burns, honestly.
Tachihara scowled, “hey! What–” “Shut up Tachihara. You’ve spoken way too much for my liking”
The boy shut up in an instant. He was surprised and wanted to retort, of course. But the tone and anger in the red head’s voice told him that it was best not to.
Finally having some peace, Chuuya tried using his ability instead, the red glow slowly started to surround his body before it was completely gone. Chuuya’s eyes widened.
“What.”
Instead a screen similar to a status window appeared. [ Level too low ] is what it said.
”Hey you!” Chuuya turned to Tachihara again. Tell me today’s date and location.”
“Why should-“
“I wasn’t asking.”
“Second January, xxx empirical calendar. In the Harakiri empire.”
Chuuya sat back on the bed. “You can leave now.”
Tachihara opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as instant. Something changed, and if you ask him, he’d really rather not think about it. He left the room closing the door.
With him gone, Chuuya got up again and started properly inspecting his surroundings. Most of the drawers were empty with nothing but a few random trinkets like clips or buttons in it. Finding nothing useful, he left to inspect the small cupboard with a mirror attached to it.
That told him something, there were a few butler uniforms, all black and white, and they seemed to be fresh and smelled much better than what he was currently wearing, ‘Where did I hear Harakiri…I’m sure I’ve read about it-‘
Chuuya abruptly stopped running his hand through the soft fabric, instead he slowly covered his mouth with it. His knees started to get weak and it seemed as if his eyes would pop out the sockets.
Tachihara’s words came back to mind, ‘the prince is gonna be angry’ he said. No. No. No way, there was absolutely no way.
”Hahaha…haah..please don’t be…” Chuuya let out a weak laugh as he started lifting his shirt up. And Lo behold, fresh burn marks, and scars from being whipped. All for the pleasure of the ‘that fucking crown prince of an asshole!!!’
Now, Chuuya was no idiot. He knew the drill, he’s read enough transmigration novels to know what happens. His entire character changes and either the female lead or the villainess ends up falling for him or the basic routine.
But right now, he’s not sure if either of them will be possible until he can escape from that prince.
”Alright. Let’s move out first.” He quickly bathe, ‘that thing is not even called a bathroom’,and dressed into one of the actually good clothes. After adjusting to everything, thankfully they were his size, he stepped out. “But why is Tachihara here…?” He muttered thinking to himself.
All eyes were on him the moment he stepped out. “Oh look who finally decided to show up!” A loud voice boomed, Chuuya’s eyes drifted to the figure sitting in the little ‘’resting’’ area, “Kaji..?”
“Hm?” The man hummed, he’s already seen TWO familiar faces. And sure the novel he was reading didn’t have many arts so he didn’t know how most characters looked like, (hell he didn’t know how even the prince looked like because he ignored his art out of spite), it’s still weird to just…see his previous subordinates here.
Tachihara was sitting there too, avoiding eye contact with Chuuya. ‘Good, he’s being cautious’ he turned back to Kaji, “Alright, listen here” he went closer and put a hand on his shoulder, a harsh grip which could potentially break bones, “ugh, ahh-“ “Where do I resign?”
Kaji only screeched in pain instead, Chuuya loosened his grip a little, “answer.” His voice dripped with command.
”Why-Why do you want to know anyway! Don’t you need this job!?” Kaji pointed his finger at Chuuya, jabbing his chest.
”That wasn’t the correct answer.” Chuuya took the said finger and started crushing it. “Wai-wait you’re gonna break it!!”
”Thats my intention to be honest.”
”I’ll tell you, I swear I will! Just leave it please!”
Everyone around the area gawked at the sight, in both fear and surprise. Was this really the meek butler they knew? Tachihara is breath hitched as he thought of a whole different question, was he really going to quit?
Chuuya let go of his finger right after, Kaji crouched onto the floor, holding the paining finger in his hands, caressing it as you would caress a baby. “You…hand in the resignation letter to the head but,er and wait for it to get approved…that’s all…” his voice was meek. Chuuya was just happy he kept his promise.
With a smile, he pat the guy “Good job”
“Tachihara”
The said man immediately stood up.
”Take me to the head butler.”
“But..the letter-“
”I’m already prepared” Chuuya held up an envelope with a smirk, “Shall we go then?”
Tachihara nodded, following him out the butler’s quarters.
Chuuya was determined to live and find a way to return. And the first step to survival, is to get out of those stupid bandaged hands. (If only he could punch him just once before he left)