My lord, are you an idiot? (1/3)
Title: My lord, are you an idiot? (1/3)
Pairing: SakuMoto (KageyamaXPoorMisguidedDomyouji)
Summary: Fic Prompt-"My lord, are you an idiot?"-a poorly written crack fic made with visions of Tsukasa and Kageyama having afternoon tea at the Domyouji manor. Cheers~!
Notes: Well, F*CK. 8Db I can totally ship this.
"My lord, are you an idiot?"
Those words hung in the air for a moment; a deadly silence echoing through the large dining hall of the Domyouji manor.
The young master stared blankly at the pair of brown, questioning eyes before him, its owner emitting a taunting aura that was only intensified by the hint of a smirk at the corner of his plump lips.
Tsukasa Domyouji slowly closed his eyes sighing, struggling to hold on to his obviously slipping composure.
After his wife of three months, Makino (that-bitch-who-the-hell-did-she-think-she-is-no-I’m-not-bitter-really-I’m-not-so-screw-her) left to pursue her dreams of becoming a lawyer by running off to another part of the world and eventually filing for a divorce (she said she fell in love with a doctor in some small island, I hope she marries a stingy bastard!), he was left all alone in the mansion, wallowing in self-pity and nursing his broken heart and shattered ego.
But he got over it; he is the great Domyouji Tsukasa after all. He was handsome, smart and richer than any guy in Japan can ever hope to be (well maybe not that Takuya-watchamacallit flower arrangement guy but...still, he was damn rich). He has the whole country practically eating out of his hand. Why should he weep over some silly girl who had the audacity to return his ring and ask for a divorce after being handed the great privilege of marrying the almighty Ore-sama?
Please. Her hair wasn't even good enough for him. Damn her and her split-ends.
Months after recuperating (Domyouji Tsukasa does not WEEP) from the unexpected turn of events, he had eventually learned to let go of his misguided affection for his ex-wife and moved on. Committing himself to finding inner peace and living a more tranquil life, he had resigned himself to learning how to control his fierce temper for the time being.
His hard-paved path to self-betterment was shattered to pieces, however, with the arrival of his new personal butler-- a man of disturbingly slopping shoulders, a rather large forehead and a viciously sharp tongue.
Tsukasa exhaled slowly, counting from one to ten under his breath.
"Kageyama," he growled low and dangerous at his butler.
He sensed Kageyama draw back, but felt the continuing presence still looming over him like some kind of imposing vulture waiting for the perfect moment to strike down and eat him whole.
Tsukasa shivered at the imagery.
Even with his eyes closed, he can sense that dangerous smirk still plastered on the other man's face.
Damn you Makino. Damn you and your love for disgusting store-bought, instant ramen.
(2/3)