#kanato x sachi

[sachi-nakamura]

@uwuthatshit @papuru666 I hope you are having a nice time today, maybe this will cheer you up :)

This is a small thing I wrote to expose some of Sachi's thoughts, how she views her relationship with her Master and to show her feelings. If there's support I'll write more scenarios of master/slave (not sexual, not yet) so please reblog ✨ thank you.

⛓️Puppet⛓️

A scenario in the torture chamber

Kanato x Sachi

Master/slave relationship

Not explicit but at least +13

Abusement, sub/dom, not sexual

Words count: 1.335

On random occasions, a sense of sporadic rational thinking comes across my brain, judging me for the decisions I've made in these past days and doubting seriously the poor condition of my mental health, worse each passing day.

Am I doing the right thing?

I couldn't answer my own question when I snapped out my thoughts at the cold feeling of metal handcuffs on my wrists.

I totally forgot I was in his torture chamber.

What a nice place, perfect for the ideal romantic date I've always dreamt about.

If only I didn't give up on that silly idea time ago, now having to conform to this kind of treatment and all the perverse thoughts that come across his mind.

Not so long ago I was just Juliet waiting for her Romeo.

The red haired, green-eyed Romeo.

But as Mom always told me, reading fictional stories and having fantasies is the only way childish women who can't face the real world can experience the ideal version of love they have in their, I quote, stupid and malformed brains.

Well, Romeo and Juliet's love story isn't exactly a good example of an ideal relationship but you get the point.

Oops, I think I've been avoiding my situation (once again), where were we?

Oh yes, the handcuffs. And him.

Not the boy with ginger hair I dreamt about but a porcelain-looking young man, with the most delicately chosen clothes and eyes that glimmer like amethysts.

He looked at me, having to lift his head to look right into my eyes, and I noticed that every time he has to do this motion he  suppresses a frustrated grimace.

Adorable.

-If only you could stay still I wouldn't have to resort to this, even though having you like this is not that inconvenient, it's just another proof of how badly trained you are. What a disgrace, and you call yourself my slave? You should be ashamed.- he was right, I always cover my body unconsciously when he hurts me. Last time was when he was about to brand new one of his latest acquisitions, a beautiful silver dagger, with me, and I couldn't avoid covering my torso with my arms.

As a result, now I have even more scars in my forearms. Cool.

-I'm really sorry, Kanato-sama. I'll try to behave more properly next time.

He ignored my response and adjusted the handcuffs, locking them and putting the little key that would open them (I hope) in his pocket.

I wonder what it's gonna be this time.

A knife, daggers, a whip, hot wax?

Limitless choices, this was like the equivalent for him to being in Disneyland.

The only difference was that in his Disneyland there's only one ride: me.

His slender fingers slowly caressed my left cheek, where I have one of my recent bruises, covered by a boring, white bandaid. My face sure looks miserable.

My Master furrowed his eyebrows as his touch turned more and more aggressive, causing my wound to stink, ignoring the little pained whine that escaped from my lips the exact moment his nails tried to enter into my skin

He hates this wound.

Because he is not the cause of it.

Mom always knows how to find new, exciting ways to torture me, incapable of formulate the minimum attempt of a rational thought and justifying her hatred towards me by declaring herself a saviour sent by God.

I think she is frustrated by the fact that every day, when I leave home to go to school, I always return.

I would bet my entire book collection that what she truly desires is me, coming back home from classes and when I'm about to end crossing the street that separates me from the hell I call home a drunk motherfucker driving a gigantic truck (or better, a school bus full of innocent infants, more dramatic), runs over me and smashes me into the pavement, guts and what once was a functional brain spilled everywhere, an unlucky old woman passing by screaming until she has a heart attack and Mom seeing all the scene from the window of our shitty apartment, smiling slightly (does she know how to smile?) to then look away, keep reading the newspaper, or the Bible, who cares, and lazily sipping her "morning" coffee due to the fact that it is 3:00 am, thinking to herself that all of this was in God's plan.

Anyways, you can start visualising the type of person my mother is, can't you? Of course she wouldn't hesitate to damage my face.

And Kanato hates her for that.

And I love him for that.

-Hey, tell me, Puppet.-I hate that nickname, "Puppet", he can't even grant me the honour of calling me his "Doll".- I'm sure I've already told you several times but up here isn't exactly your place, right, Teddy? -Teddy doesn't say anything, sitting carefully on the table where Kanato lines up all the instruments he plans to use on me whenever we come here.- Yes, Teddy I agree. Time to fix that.-

The second after he said this he pushed me onto the ground, making me stay on my knees, grabbing the chain that is attached to the collar he forces me to wear and lifting it up, making me look up at him forcefully. My neck ached. 

-Now that's better.- he chuckled.- the proper place for a good slave.-

I nodded, immersed in his beautiful purple irises that made me forget about everything else and the fact that I still didn't know what he was planning to do with me tonight.

Then suddenly, without any warning, he slapped my face, right into my bruised cheek.

-Answer with words.-

-I agree, Master.- it hurts.

It hurts so much, everything he does to me.

But how oddly good it feels, to be loved this way.

-What game should we play today, Puppet? You are still sore from yesterday, aren't you? That cut on your back was so deep I almost reached the bone, fufu, lovely, I want to see that sight of you one day, no meat left, only bones… should I end your life by cremating your body? I'll have to think about it...- 

While he was saying such romantic words, he kneeled down to be at my level and started undoing the buttons of my shirt, exposing what I was reserving for my knight in the silver armour some time ago, when I still had hope. A silent tear tragically freed itself, sliding through my face slowly, slowly…

I wanted to be in his doll collection so badly...

Wait, is that the reason?

I'll pretend it is.

He kissed my neck, making me shiver at the contact of his cold lips on one of my most sensitive spots and removed my clothes until only my brassiere stayed in the way. I'm unable to stop his motions, the handcuffs laughing at me and my tragic fate.

Despite that, and I might sound like a fool, I wanted this.

I wanted him to do a hundred things to me. This time, I craved it, for his cold hands to roam my whole body, for the silver dagger he wanted to use on me, for the black whip he uses when he considers I'm being specially naughty that day…

I want...

I…

…

My purple haired Master removed the tear from my face and tasted it, as if my suffering was his nutrient source.

-You won't be able to cover yourself today, and today no one will come to bother us.  So let's have fun, shall we? All night long…- and then, he smiled. I expected a maniac grin but no, he smiled, sweetly.

Like candy.

So I melted into his sugary words and acted like a perfect, still puppet.

For his entertainment.

For the illusion I created in my head.

…

And then, something broke the silence.

Another bloodstain to decorate the room.

And another tear that escaped from my soul…

[sachi-nakamura]

Omg her design is adorable!

Ok, how did she become kanato's slave in the first place?

Thank you for your nice words and for your question!! 💖💖

Weeeell it was kinda of an agreement between them both, like a deal to obtain something beneficial from the other.

In this universe, Yui exists, and she is the sacrificial bride/Eve while Sachi is just a regular, ordinary human.

So having this settled down, no boy would have ever paid attention to Sachi because this is not her route, is Yui's.

Sooo what does Sachi has to do in Yui's route?

Easy: in this route, Yui hasn't chose Kanato. She chose Ayato.

And coincidentally Sachi had a crush on Ayato.

As well as Kanato wanting Yui all for himself but being rejected in favour of Ayato.

So both Sachi and Kanato are left alone with their respective traumas, sadness and suffering from rejection.

Kanato wants to have control over people in order to feel better about himself, how her mother treated him deeply marked his soul and now he uses manipulation and violence to be above everyone so no one can ever damage him again.

On the other hand, Sachi is a mistreated girl who lacked love since she was a little girl because of her broken family, finding shelter reading books/manga and ending up with an obsession with romantic novels, fantasizing with a love story that can make her scape from the reality she's living, having to take care of mentally ill, abusive mother and a missing father.

Sooo she starts to chase Kanato's company, ending up becoming Kanato's slave and lets him do what he pleases with her in order to feel some kind of affection/attention, having trouble to realise that abusement is not love because of how she has been treated all her life.

She's oddly happy with being and slave, and Kanato has a puppet that can manipulate and toy with to his heart's content, so they both win... Right?

But in the fanfic I'm rewriting (the old one is from 2018 and is no good ;-;) she longs for his affection more and more, getting obsessed with him and the idea of being finally loved by someone even tho this is not the case and Kanato doesn't see her that way.

She is very alike Kanato, a lot of her traumas are similar to his, she can understand him, and the same is for Kanato, but this leads to a toxic relationship between them both where there is no growth, no mental health, only obsession and manipulation in order to stop feeling so pathetic about themselves...

Buuut I can't tell more than this, I think I've already said a lot xdd I'm not going to spoil the entire fanfic :')

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Wow, that was a long explanation 🥲 I hope it wasn't too much to take, I really get invested talking about my OC😅

Again thank you so much for asking! ✨

[uwuthatshit]

I- 😭😭😭😭 kanato is so cruel, so vicious. I LOVE THIS!! the writing is amazing and detailed, and it's a great way to introduce these characters in a creative manner. I love your character's thoughts. I love the tension this has created, all of it I love love love it. It's sad how much Sachi relies on Kanato and how even SHE is attempting to be in denial about her situation and feelings. Just... so, so, so good 🥺💗💟💕💌💞💜

@uwuthatshit @papuru666 I hope you are having a nice time today, maybe this will cheer you up :)

This is a small thing I wrote to expose some of Sachi's thoughts, how she views her relationship with her Master and to show her feelings. If there's support I'll write more scenarios of master/slave (not sexual, not yet) so please reblog ✨ thank you.

⛓️Puppet⛓️

A scenario in the torture chamber

Kanato x Sachi

Master/slave relationship

Not explicit but at least +13

Abusement, sub/dom, not sexual

Words count: 1.335

On random occasions, a sense of sporadic rational thinking comes across my brain, judging me for the decisions I've made in these past days and doubting seriously the poor condition of my mental health, worse each passing day.

Am I doing the right thing?

I couldn't answer my own question when I snapped out my thoughts at the cold feeling of metal handcuffs on my wrists.

I totally forgot I was in his torture chamber.

What a nice place, perfect for the ideal romantic date I've always dreamt about.

If only I didn't give up on that silly idea time ago, now having to conform to this kind of treatment and all the perverse thoughts that come across his mind.

Not so long ago I was just Juliet waiting for her Romeo.

The red haired, green-eyed Romeo.

But as Mom always told me, reading fictional stories and having fantasies is the only way childish women who can't face the real world can experience the ideal version of love they have in their, I quote, stupid and malformed brains.

Well, Romeo and Juliet's love story isn't exactly a good example of an ideal relationship but you get the point.

Oops, I think I've been avoiding my situation (once again), where were we?

Oh yes, the handcuffs. And him.

Not the boy with ginger hair I dreamt about but a porcelain-looking young man, with the most delicately chosen clothes and eyes that glimmer like amethysts.

He looked at me, having to lift his head to look right into my eyes, and I noticed that every time he has to do this motion he  suppresses a frustrated grimace.

Adorable.

-If only you could stay still I wouldn't have to resort to this, even though having you like this is not that inconvenient, it's just another proof of how badly trained you are. What a disgrace, and you call yourself my slave? You should be ashamed.- he was right, I always cover my body unconsciously when he hurts me. Last time was when he was about to brand new one of his latest acquisitions, a beautiful silver dagger, with me, and I couldn't avoid covering my torso with my arms.

As a result, now I have even more scars in my forearms. Cool.

-I'm really sorry, Kanato-sama. I'll try to behave more properly next time.

He ignored my response and adjusted the handcuffs, locking them and putting the little key that would open them (I hope) in his pocket.

I wonder what it's gonna be this time.

A knife, daggers, a whip, hot wax?

Limitless choices, this was like the equivalent for him to being in Disneyland.

The only difference was that in his Disneyland there's only one ride: me.

His slender fingers slowly caressed my left cheek, where I have one of my recent bruises, covered by a boring, white bandaid. My face sure looks miserable.

My Master furrowed his eyebrows as his touch turned more and more aggressive, causing my wound to stink, ignoring the little pained whine that escaped from my lips the exact moment his nails tried to enter into my skin

He hates this wound.

Because he is not the cause of it.

Mom always knows how to find new, exciting ways to torture me, incapable of formulate the minimum attempt of a rational thought and justifying her hatred towards me by declaring herself a saviour sent by God.

I think she is frustrated by the fact that every day, when I leave home to go to school, I always return.

I would bet my entire book collection that what she truly desires is me, coming back home from classes and when I'm about to end crossing the street that separates me from the hell I call home a drunk motherfucker driving a gigantic truck (or better, a school bus full of innocent infants, more dramatic), runs over me and smashes me into the pavement, guts and what once was a functional brain spilled everywhere, an unlucky old woman passing by screaming until she has a heart attack and Mom seeing all the scene from the window of our shitty apartment, smiling slightly (does she know how to smile?) to then look away, keep reading the newspaper, or the Bible, who cares, and lazily sipping her "morning" coffee due to the fact that it is 3:00 am, thinking to herself that all of this was in God's plan.

Anyways, you can start visualising the type of person my mother is, can't you? Of course she wouldn't hesitate to damage my face.

And Kanato hates her for that.

And I love him for that.

-Hey, tell me, Puppet.-I hate that nickname, "Puppet", he can't even grant me the honour of calling me his "Doll".- I'm sure I've already told you several times but up here isn't exactly your place, right, Teddy? -Teddy doesn't say anything, sitting carefully on the table where Kanato lines up all the instruments he plans to use on me whenever we come here.- Yes, Teddy I agree. Time to fix that.-

The second after he said this he pushed me onto the ground, making me stay on my knees, grabbing the chain that is attached to the collar he forces me to wear and lifting it up, making me look up at him forcefully. My neck ached. 

-Now that's better.- he chuckled.- the proper place for a good slave.-

I nodded, immersed in his beautiful purple irises that made me forget about everything else and the fact that I still didn't know what he was planning to do with me tonight.

Then suddenly, without any warning, he slapped my face, right into my bruised cheek.

-Answer with words.-

-I agree, Master.- it hurts.

It hurts so much, everything he does to me.

But how oddly good it feels, to be loved this way.

-What game should we play today, Puppet? You are still sore from yesterday, aren't you? That cut on your back was so deep I almost reached the bone, fufu, lovely, I want to see that sight of you one day, no meat left, only bones… should I end your life by cremating your body? I'll have to think about it...- 

While he was saying such romantic words, he kneeled down to be at my level and started undoing the buttons of my shirt, exposing what I was reserving for my knight in the silver armour some time ago, when I still had hope. A silent tear tragically freed itself, sliding through my face slowly, slowly…

I wanted to be in his doll collection so badly...

Wait, is that the reason?

I'll pretend it is.

He kissed my neck, making me shiver at the contact of his cold lips on one of my most sensitive spots and removed my clothes until only my brassiere stayed in the way. I'm unable to stop his motions, the handcuffs laughing at me and my tragic fate.

Despite that, and I might sound like a fool, I wanted this.

I wanted him to do a hundred things to me. This time, I craved it, for his cold hands to roam my whole body, for the silver dagger he wanted to use on me, for the black whip he uses when he considers I'm being specially naughty that day…

I want...

I…

…

My purple haired Master removed the tear from my face and tasted it, as if my suffering was his nutrient source.

-You won't be able to cover yourself today, and today no one will come to bother us.  So let's have fun, shall we? All night long…- and then, he smiled. I expected a maniac grin but no, he smiled, sweetly.

Like candy.

So I melted into his sugary words and acted like a perfect, still puppet.

For his entertainment.

For the illusion I created in my head.

…

And then, something broke the silence.

Another bloodstain to decorate the room.

And another tear that escaped from my soul…