Ichiru's author said she wanted an angst, so i made one for her bday

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"Oh, you did? Good girl."

For quite a while now, Ichiru has been hearing those words coming out of Sagara's mouth. For Eri.

Once in a while, he doesn't really mind. After all, Sagara is prone to complimenting both of them when they did what he told them to. If Sagara is in a good mood, he will give them things and buy them expensive meals. And right now, he seems like he's in those good weather.

Yet for some reason, he's been ignoring Ichiru.

"Hey, King. It's not her work alone. I did it too." Ichiru protests for the nth times today, and Sagara only smiles at him in return, for the nth times as well. Not answering, let alone giving Ichiru the same treatment as he did to that wrench.

Ichiru can feel her mocking smirk without even needing to look.

Sagara walks towards Ichiru, and he couldn't help but to wait in anticipation. It's been quite a while, and no matter how much he hates to admit, Ichiru misses Sagara's affection. Yet instead of giving him a compliment or a simple pat, Sagara went passed him and entered his own room, closing the door right behind Ichiru's back with a soft click of the lock.

Ichiru felt his jaw dropped and was dumbfounded on his spot.

'What the fuck is wrong with him?'

"Ahahaha! Poor dog. Your master doesn't need you anymore, eh?" Eri smirks, fueling Ichiru's building anger. He threw his sandal towards her which she dodge quickly.

"Oops, i need to calm down. There's no point playing along with a poor and stupid dog." She chuckles and headed to her own room, leaving Ichiru alone in the living room with a puzzled look.

'What the fuck is wrong with them??'

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"Okay. Keep the house clean while i'm gone."

Once again, Sagara pats Eri's head while ignoring Ichiru. At the very least, he usually messes with Ichiru's hair before leaving, but now Sagara doesn't even look in his way.

"What do you want me to bring?"
"Nothing. Just make sure to come home tonight."
"I see. I'll think about it if you're being a good girl."
"I'm always good, you know that."

Ichiru snorts in disgust seeing the fake smile Eri put on and he knows Sagara could tell such facade as well, but it seems Sagara is in such a good mood to not bother. He only smiles back, the same smile he usually shows to Ichiru, and gave Eri a peck on her cheek.

It made Ichiru's blood boil.

"Have a safe trip~"

Eri waves at Sagara before he closed the door, and the obvious act she put on makes Ichiru's want to puke. She glance at Ichiru, knowing he's been watching, and let out a mocking, breathless chuckle. Ichiru realised his visible annoyance will only make her happier, but it's not like he can hold it in.

'Fine! If that's how you play, i'm game!' Ichiru thought, kicking the trash bin as he went through the living room, 'And that wrench has been acting like a shit. Who does she thinks she is?? She's just a mere pet!'

Eri kept her eyes glued to Ichiru until his back disappeared behind the door, closing it with a hard slam and loud bang. She couldn't helped but smirk, knowing exactly what has been happening as everything is according to her plan. Evil plan, one must say, to make Sagara turn away from that annoying dog and completely be hers. She is still holding back, slowly but surely trying to break these men apart. Not as easy as she thought as Sagara is hard to be moved.

'The dog, however, is entirely on a different level. He's a total idiot.'

Eri sat on the sofa, legs crossed on the coffee table as she was busy painting her nails. She hums softly, taking the rare moment of silence as a chance to tend her beauty and think about the next step she needs to work on. Good thing for her, Sagara isn't the type to get hung upon commitment-- even though he was married before--thus having no problem to break a relationship or two. It also means he won't have a problem to leave her as well, though, depends on his mood.

'No matter,' she thoughts, blowing her wet nails, 'I'll think about it later. For now, let's kick that dog out.'

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Days passed and nothing changed. If there is any, it just got worse. Sagara hasn't done anything beside ignoring him, however, the way Eri sticked to Sagara like a glue annoyed Ichiru to the core. It's obvious how she is trying to be in Sagara's good side, and it pissed him off even more because Sagara is letting her exploit him.

'Fucking jerk!' Ichiru swears in his mind. It's getting harder not to snap, since Eri seems like purposely bitching around exactly in front of Ichiru's face, blatantly picking a war. And Ichiru really tempted to kick her out, if not because he's trying to keep Sagara's mood bright. He still need Sagara's money, afterall.

As many dreadful scenarios he wanted to do to Eri passed his mind, his legs brought him to the farthest corner, right in front of the sacred door.

Sagara's dead wife's office.

'You can't beat her, Stupid bitch. She's still the only one in his heart.' Ichiru snorts and about to leave, but a strange urge stopped him from moving.

'What if....' He turned his head to the door, 'It's dangerous and risky, and if he finds out, he will surely go on a rampage.'

Making up his mind, Ichiru pick the lock and enters carefully. The inside is still the same as the last he entered, and he tried not to move anything inside. He walk passed the furnitures and stands in front of the white board above the desk. On the board is full of sticky notes and old pictures. Sagara and hers together.

He took one of the picture and quickly got out.

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Eri felt surprised. Not because of the picture of Sagara and a woman she doesn't recognised that Ichiru just showed, but because of how impulsive Ichiru is. Yes, Eri heard Sagara was married and his wife was killed a few years back, and she honestly couldn't believe it, even more so because Ichiru was the one who told her. She did now, since both of them are wearing their wedding outfit in the photo. But it's no longer important. This guy, Ichiru, just entered that holy room in the corner, just to spit on her.

"Are you insane?"
"I don't wanna hear that from you."
"If he finds out, he will kick you out."
"Isn't that what you want? Making him kick me out?" Ichiru snorts again, "Listen, bitch. He's not yours. He's mine, and you better take your hands of off him and watch your back properly if you don't wanna get kicked out."
"I think you should be the one watching your back. Especially after that big talk you just had."
"What?"

Ichiru turned his head. And Sagara is standing behind him.

"Wha-- How long have you--"
"Did you get inside?"

Ichiru shivers hearing the malice in Sagara's tone. Even Eri can feel it, despite not being the object of his anger.

"I ask you," Sagara walks closer to them, his voice sounds deep yet not his usual calming tone, "Did you enter her room?"

Ichiru can't even say he's exaggerating if he thinks he feels like his heart almost stopping. He never heard Sagara talk in such a cold tone, not even when he accidentally got into that room for the first time out of curiosity. He usually just keep silent when he got angry, instead of....

"I was... It's because of you! And that bitch as well!"
"Did you get inside, i ask?"
"......"

Sagara took off his mask, and the way he stares down at Ichiru send shivers up to his spine. Not in the sensual way as it always happen, but....

Ichiru thinks he doesn't want to die.

Eri who has been watching, doesn't have the courage to move, let alone throw the oil into the raging fire. Even though it's obviously a chance for him to make Sagara cast Ichiru completely. If she did something stupid, Sagara might throw her out as well and her plan will turn into shambles.

Sagara now standing right in front of Ichiru. His eyes staring down coldly, yet the raging fire is visible in his grayish pupils.

'Shit!' Ichiru's legs gotten weak in fear, 'I know it's risky, but shit!'

"You haven't answer me. Did you get inside?"
"I-I did! What of it, huh? You gonna kick me out??"

Sagara took the photo in Ichiru's hand, looking at it briefly before slipping it into his pocket. His attention no longer on Ichiru, but his boiling anger is obviously sipping out of his skin. Ichiru himself can no longer keep his own rage inside. And the impulse just hit him right on the perfect moment to snap back.

"The fuck is wrong with you? You've been ignoring me and bitching around with that whore, and now you get angry over a single photo??"

'Bad move.' Eri winced in response, halfy feeling pity for the self destruction Ichiru made and half happy as her plan can go smoothly despite the unpredictable event.

"Stop getting hung upon a dead body and face me, dammit! You're mine, so act like one!"
"Well, are you?"
".....What?"
"You said i'm yours just now. Well, am i? And while we're at it, are you even mine?"
"What? What kind of question is that?"
"Let me be clear with you, since you think i don't pay any attention to it."

Sagara put his hand on Ichiru's shoulder, forcing him to sit down on the sofa. Ichiru's legs giving up right away, following Sagara's wordless order.

"I will never be yours, not even once. You only want and need my money. I don't mind providing it for you nonetheless, because you still have your worth despite everything. Now, however, not anymore."

Sagara leans down, eyes inches apart from Ichiru's.

"You are not mine. A little dog who bites his own master is unneeded in this house, not to mention he repeatedly went against my words. Such rebellious act, i couldn't close my eyes any longer. I don't need such bad pet."

Ichiru's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't really process everything Sagara says, but he knew exactly what he want to say next.

"I don't need you."

Ichiru held his breath.

"But i'll let you choose for the last time. Get out of my house by your own two feet, or let some strangers drag you like some dirty rag you used to be."

Sagara backed away and put his mask back on. Eri came closer to him again, circling his arm so tight it pushes her breasts up. Sagara then brought her out of the house, but stopped as his hand reach the doorknob.

"Another thing." He glance at Ichiru who's still sitting on his spot like a statue, "You will leave this place. No matter how hard you resist, you can't, never, step back inside here."