Facing the Consequences (for Maxy)

Yamato had no clue how to feel about himself right now. Only days ago, though it was a losing effort, he and Mariko had been putting on the match of their career as challengers for the tag team championship, and at one of Tension’s biggest shows. And now he had not only found himself on another losing streak, but also had to face the consequences of some words he’d said to his most recent opponent before their match. He’d made a bet that the winner of the bout would keep the loser for a week, expecting she wouldn’t take that bet. But she did. And he lost. And to make matters even worse, she lived all the way in Canada. Yamato had only even seen a small portion of Japan in his two decades of living there, and had never once left the country before. But if he was going to be a man of his word, that's exactly what he was going to have to do now.

When Mariko found out, she immediately called Yamato, who half expected his sister to give him a scolding for being so foolish. But somewhat to his surprise, she didn’t, though she did ask quite a few questions about Lita, wanting to know everything she could about the woman he would be forced to serve for the next week. Afterward, she’d given him some advice about how to handle his situation. “The happier she is, the easier things will be for you. Just do what she says, and you’ll be fine. Play your cards well enough, she might even make it enjoyable for you. Just remember, this is temporary, so don’t get used to it. As soon as this is over with, we’ll pick our training back up where we left off. And Yamato-kun…just be careful out there, alright?”

Lita had given him the night of their match and the following day to rest up. And Yamato had done just that, in addition to running a few errands, like getting his passport. Fortunately, none of his damaged ribs were broken. There were a couple bruises for sure, but that was something he could live with. And by the end of the time he’d been given, the pain he felt in them had decreased dramatically. Still wasn’t comfortable when the bruises were touched, but he’d live. He also packed a suitcase with enough clothes to get him through the week, including his wrestling gear just in case he needed it.

Then the fateful day came, and not long after one more call from Mariko wishing him a safe flight, Yamato was going through the customs, bag checks, and a multitude of other excruciatingly long lines. It felt like he was going through quite a lot of effort just to be someone's servant for a week. By the time he took his seat on the plane, he was starting to feel a weird combination of anxiety and excitement. He'd never been on a plane before, and this whopping 11 hour flight was going to give him plenty of time to enjoy it. As it took off, Yamato looked out the window with awe as his home country of Japan quickly became smaller than it ever appeared to him before, before being replaced altogether by a view of nothing but the vast Pacific Ocean in all directions. And once the long flight was finally nearing an end as Canada came into view, another twinge of excitement as the knowledge that he'd soon be in a country outside of Japan for the first time in his life. He didn't know nearly enough about Canada to be excited about it specifically, but the idea of being somewhere so different was intriguing to say the very least.

Soon after the plane landed, Yamato felt extremely awkward and out of place as he walked around the airport, yet he was also strangely amused by all the different things he saw virtually everywhere he looked. He went to collect his suitcase, then found a taxi. He gave the driver Lita's address, and was then driven through this entirely unfamiliar country to his temporary mistress' home. After paying the driver, he took a moment to look over the building before walking on up to the front door. “Well, lets do this...” he muttered, before taking a big, deep breath, and ringing the door bell. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, certainly different from his in ring attire. And a part of him was curious how Lita would look. She’d certainly looked great in the ring, after all. But then, another part of him was just anxious to find out what Lita would have in store for him...

If Yamato looked down at all there would be a note by his feet.  It was something Lita put on the door but it fell to the ground sometime after she left.  The note is addressed to Yamato and it says that she had to step out for a moment but won't be long.   Almost a minute Yamato would notice the note, if he didn't see the note it would roughly be the same amount of time after ringing the door bell, he would hear a motorcycle coming down the road.  It would get louder, but not deafening, as it got closer.  He would also hear a garage door opening up and and just seconds after it opens he would see said motorcycle pulling up to the drive way, if he bothered to look of course.

The rider was about to drive all the way in when Yamato was spotted.  The rider took the helmet off to get a closer look, which if Yamato saw he would see Lita's hair flowing out of the helmet as if she got out of a swimming pool but nowhere near as wet.  She was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and non-heeled leather boots.  She was also wearing a leather jacket that wasn't done up.  She tells Yamato to give her a moment as she puts the motorcycle away.  After leaving the garage and closing it she would go to the front steps and see him.  She is holding onto a small box  "Sorry if I kept you waiting long Yamato.  Something came up so what I ordered here wasn't ready until this morning, and it is kind of important."


When he came up to her him and he checked her out he could tell that her boots were a bit dirty from her little outing.  Regardless if he noticed or even commented or not about it she would invite him and and tell him to toss what ever stuff he had to the side for now.  She shows him around the main floor, which is what you would find in a typical family home.  It seemed big for a single mother to be living in but with all that was left for her in her parents' will many years ago she had no trouble affording it, plus she figured might as well get it sooner rather than later and prepare for the future.  As they walked around some dirt and water came off the bottom part of her boots but the mess it left was very minor and was only for the first little bit as she got most of it off outside, but the rest of her boot still had some dirt on it.  She points out AJ and Alex's room upstairs, as well as hers.  She teased about getting an over sized cage for him but said there was an empty guest room for him. When they pass through the kitchen she would ask him if he ate yet today, telling him there is food here if he wants any.  She still had her jacket on during the tour and after it finished she asked him if he had any questions.

After ringing the doorbell. Yamato rocked and shifted restlessly where he stood, before glancing down and noticing a piece of paper on the ground. Picking it up, he read it, and sighed when it seemed he’d have to wait outside for a little while. However, only seconds later a motorcycle came rolling down the road before turning into the driveway as the garage door opened. “Is that...?” Yamato muttered to himself, wondering if this was really the same person he’d just squared off with in the ring a couple days ago.

Sure enough, the woman removed her helmet, and her beautiful brown locks flowed around her. It was a scene Yamato had seen in so many movies he would’ve called it a cliche, if not for the fact that for a few seconds he was completely mesmerized by the sight. But he quickly shook himself out of the borderline trance as Lita parked her motorcycle before making her way back to where he was. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I just got here.” he said with a dismissive shrug, actually meaning it and not just saying to be polite.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without your ring gear.” he said as he briefly looked the woman up and down. Yamato did notice the dirt on Lita’s boots, but he wasn’t exactly Sherlock Holmes. They might’ve always been like that as far as he knew. Or at least, he didn’t bother attempting to make any real guesses or pay any special attention to them. But he had to admit, they did look pretty dang good on her. And as soon she invited him in, Yamato picked up his suitcase and brought it inside, then set it down off to the side just as she said, before following her through the house as she gave him the grand tour.

The place was much bigger than the small, one-story house he and Mariko had grown up in, and looked like a mansion in comparison to his apartment. As they went upstairs and he was shown the bedrooms, he couldn’t help but chuckle when she teased him about making him stay in an oversized cage, half wondering if she was serious. But fortunately there was a spare room for him, the news eliciting a small sigh of relief from Yamato. They finally ended the tour when they arrived in the kitchen. “I ate on the flight over, but thanks anyway.” he answered, then tried to think of any questions he might have. “Hmm...I don’t think so.” Yamato replied, unable to think of any.

Lita was glad that she didn't keep him waiting long.  "I would have said the same but it's hard to forget a face like yours." she was messing with him but she did reconize him almost right away when she saw him, that and she wasn't expecting anyone else this early in the day.


After they walked around and he told her that he didn't need anything food wise right now she teased him by saying "I was going to say you can choose between pet food and no-named brand cereal that is bagged like it is pet food." which it was obvious by her tone that she was joking.  She then looks around and noticed the samll trail she left, looking a tiny bit embarassed by it.  "Sorry about that Yamato but it looks like I inadvertently made you first chore."  she tells him as she looks at the small mess by the front door and leading down one of the hallways.  "Actually." she pauses as she looked down to check the kitchen floor then checking a clock on the wall "Second chore.  There's something else you can do first." She checks the bottom of her boots just to be sure of something and heads over to the living room where she sits down in a chair, motioning for him to follow as she heads in that direction.  She holds up the box and shoes it to him.  "Know how I said I went to pick something up?  Well this is for you, but you have to be a good Yammy and earn it." She didn't tell him but she planned on giving it to him anyway, but she wanted to test him first.

She holds up one of her legs and tells him "As you can tell my boots got a bit dirty.  They should really be cleaned if I'm having company over right?" She was referring to him. "I don't care how you do it but by the time this show is done I want these boots spotless.  Maybe you'll find something to clean the floor with too."  She snaps her fingers before turning on the TV. If he tried to take the boots off she would attempt to whack his hand with the remote with light but stern force and tells him she said nothing about removing them. If he asks for clarification on it, regardless of if she hit him or not she would tell him to clean it while she's wearing them because she doesn't feel like taking them off yet. If he obeyed, no matter what cleaning method he used she would allow him to touch them and move her feet/legs as he needed to get the job done. He would have his work cut out of them as this particular pair almost went to her knees.

Yamato chuckled again when Lita joked about the different ways she could’ve fed him as if he were her pet. Though in a way, he essentially was for the time being. But his mind didn’t stay on the subject long, as Lita then pointed out the small trail of footprints she’d left on the floors. For a moment he suspected she’d done it on purpose, though her expression led him to believe otherwise. Either way, it seemed Yamato would be waiting a bit before getting to that, as Lita had something else in mind for him first.

Following her into living room, he moved to stand in front of the chair Lita sat in, then looked at the box she held up and listened to her explain that it was something for Yamato to earn. “What is it?” he asked curiously, though a part of him suspected she might want to save that little detail as a surprise for if and when he got the chance to open that box. Either way, his curiosity was certainly peaked as he looked at it, wondering just what could possibly be waiting inside for him.

Lita’s leg then extended toward him, and before she even spoke Yamato had a pretty good feeling he knew what she’d tell him to do. Or at least, he narrowed it down to a few likely possibilities. And sure enough she went with the order to clean her boots, which was one of Yamato’s guesses. He raised an eyebrow when she snapped her fingers. It definitely seemed she’d have no trouble whatsoever adjusting to her new role as Yamato’s mistress. But he remembered Mariko’s advice, and didn’t bother trying to complain or protest. “Alright then.” he replied simply, before crouching down onto a knee while grabbing a hold of the extended boot before attempting to slide it off of Lita’s foot. However, the remote suddenly smacked into his hand, causing him to abruptly let go. "Oi, what the hell…?" Yamato started, only to be cut off when Lita explained he'd have to clean them while she was still wearing them.

Grunting slightly, he went back into the kitchen while looking around for some paper towels. He eventually found them, and quickly ripped off a few. He then moved to the sink to wet the paper towels, before coming back to the living room and kneeling in front of Lita again. He propped one boot up on his knee and began scrubbing it with the wet paper towel to wash the dirt off like he was asked. It took a while to get the job done, and the boots being as long as they were didn't help matters, though they did look nice. The way he was putting so much effort into making sure the job was done well, Yamato felt like this was just about as close as he could get to worshipping Lita's boot-covered legs and feet without actually kissing or licking them.

And once that boot was nice and squeaky clean, Yamato set that leg down and propped up the other to repeat the process. He wasn't sure, but he felt like was making good progress, except for one little spot of dirt on the boot that just would not come off no matter how hard he scrubbed! But just considering how long he'd been at it, he was guessing he didn't have a whole lot of time left. Grunting and muttering under his breath, he began scrubbing as hard and fast as he could, determined to get that little spot of dirt off before he ran out of time. And when it was finally gone, Yamato sighed in relief, and set that leg back down too. “Done.” he said, hoping he’d done a good enough job, and done it in time.

Lita didn't mentioned that she had stuff to use on the boots and hoped he'd find it while looking for stuff to clean the floor with, but she didn't object since what he was using wouldn't damage them.  She looks down at him occasionally with a grin, lightly rubbing her hand through his hair when he worked on the top part of one of her boots.

He was finished with a fair amount of time to spare and she checked them over during some down time in the show she was watching.  Even though he didn't do it she wouldn't have object it if he tried to self-clean them with his tongue, nor would she say anything against it if he did want to kiss the tips, but she was still testing him out and so far so good.  She checks them over and nods in approval. "Not bad at all Yamato.  Nice determination on that one spot."  She then holds out the box and reminds him that it's for him.  She would ask him to come down to her level and get on his knees for a moment, saying it would be easier to give it to him this way, which the carpet shouldn't feel too bad.

She handed him the box and smiled at him, telling him to open it.  If he did he would see that Lita had gotten him a leather collar.  There was also a name tag on it which labelled him as belonging to her. She took it out of the box and would put it around his neck.  "Tell me if this is too tight." She asks him as she puts it on.  She tries to get it to the point where if she wanted to she could slide a few fingers inside, which she does, just to make sure it doesn't choke him.  She takes her phone and tells him to smile.  She had the flash off, not wanting to blind him.  She then shows him the picture to show him what he looks like with it.  "Don't worry this ain't going anywhere...Yet" She wasn't planning on sending it out but just wanted to startle him a bit.

She then takes off her jacket and hears her stomach mildly growling.  "I don't suppose before you get to cleaning the flood you could make me some lunch please?  Not in the mood for anything in particular so surprise me, but try not to make it suck, 'mkay?" she gave him a cute smile.  Even though she didn't give him a lot of information she wanted to see him think on the fly, and if he could sweat.  She tosses her jacket on the couch just to move out of the way.

Yamato’s eyebrow gave a small twitch in slight agitation when Lita’s hand moved down to rub through his hair, making him feel even more like her pet than he already did. But he knew that, considering the circumstances, he should probably get used to things like that as soon as possible. Chances were there’d be more than a little bit of that to deal with over the next week. If she’d told him to do anything extra, like licking or kissing the boots, Yamato likely would’ve done so, albeit reluctantly. For the general instruction she gave, simply shining them like he did seemed like it would suffice.

When Lita told him to kneel, he obeyed, curiously wondering what this little gift was she was about to give him. And as she held the box to him and told him to open it, Yamato took it and opened it, seeing there was a collar inside. And not just any collar, one that was personalized just for him with “Yamato Ishii” on a name tag, and “Property of Lita” just below it. He could only imagine how amusing it must’ve been for Lita to see the dismayed expression on his face once he saw it. “Gee, thanks.”

Yamato then remained still as she took the collar out and fastened it around his neck, keeping it just tight enough that it’ll stay in place without choking him. If he didn’t already feel inferior and conquered before, then he was certainly getting there now. He fidgeted around with it with his own fingers for a moment, knowing it was going to take some getting used to. And he then heard Lita tell him to smile. “What...?” he said, looking up just in time to see her take a picture of him with her phone. And even though she didn’t have any real intent to send the picture to anyone, the words still noticeably startled him, as he thought about how people, specifically Mariko, might react if they saw it.

But things only seemed to go from bad to worse with Lita’s next command, which practically caused the color to drain right from Yamato’s skin. The poor man almost looked like he’d seen a ghost. He couldn’t cook. He was downright terrible at it. Luckily she hadn’t asked for anything special, but his nervousness still clearly showed in his expression. “Uh...s-sure...” he said, before getting up and moving on over to to the kitchen. Deciding to keep it as simple as possible, he took a couple slices of bread and put them on a plate, then looked for a knife and some peanut butter and jelly. Once he found them, he used the knife to spread some peanut butter over one of the slices of bread, then repeated with the jelly. He hoped he hadn’t put in too much of either on, not knowing what sort of preferences Lita had. Messing with his collar a bit as he took a deep breath, he then put the other piece of bread on top and carried the plate back in to Lita. “Here you go.” he said as he held out the plate to her.

She was just being friendly with the hair rubbing but knew she would most likely not get away with this if things were different.  As she waits for him to return she thought about what she saw just before he left.  'Something tells me I should have asked him what his cooking skill level is.' she thought.  She wasn't too surprised with what he brought for her to eat given his reaction to her request.  She takes the plate from him with out commenting on it but does comment on the lack of drink.  Again she gives no preference.  He could get her milk, chocolate milk, juice, water, soda, kool-aid, even something alcoholic even though it may seem a bit early for that, anything for that matter.

If he came back and didn't spill anything she would take it from him, also saying nothing about it.  Before she would send her on his way to clean the floors she asks him.  "Let me ask you something, and be honest.  Other than this the best form of cooking you can do is pressing buttons on a microwave?"  She puts both items on a near by table as she leans back then looks at him.  "Let me ask you something else, again be honest, I will not make fun of you.  If you had a choice for anything for dinner what would it be?" If it was something that sounding like it would require a fair amount of work she would tell him "Is that so?  Well you're in luck, that sounds like something I want as well, and guess what your making tonight.   But don't worry, I will teach you.  Keep in mind of course any and all mess that is made will be cleaned by you." She had a reputation of being a good cook, not just here but back in her birthland so Yamato would be in good hands.  "But only if you clean those floors and do a good job on them."  


She was planning on heading out after she would finish eating, but waited for him to finish.  She would watch more TV in the mean time but would tell him of her intent of heading out and asking him if he wants to come with her.  If not she does say he can watch some tv.  She does have a computer in the house but doesn't mention it just now, she might mention it later if he asks.

When Lita commented about not having a drink, Yamato almost replied with a smartass comment about how she should’ve said asked for one. But, he wisely kept that little bit to himself, and headed back into the kitchen to get a drink. Moving to the refrigerator, he opened it and found some canned sodas, then grabbed one and brought it back into the living room and handed it to Lita.

When she asked about his cooking ability, Yamato somewhat sheepishly replied, “Yeah, pretty much. Parents were bakers, but I never really bothered learning how to cook.” It was a slightly embarrassing thing to admit, especially considering cooking was what his parents both did for a career. Hearing Lita’s next question, Yamato thought to himself for a moment before answering. “Hmm... I guess I’d probably go with steak. Haven’t had that in a while.” he said. But surprise once again became evident in his face when Lita said that’s what he would be making. Although, the fact that she’d be teaching him was definitely a big relief. “Well, guess I better do a good job then.” he said with a slight chuckle. While he was still uncomfortable being someone’s pet, he had to admit, the idea of actually learning how to cook something was a bit exciting.

So he went and got more paper towels and wetted them in the sink. And just like he’d done with Lita’s boots, Yamato got on his knees and started scrubbing away the dirty footprints on the floors. Fortunately the prints were fairly light and easy to clean up. It was just a matter of making sure he got all of them. Several minutes later, the job was done, and the floors were clean. And then Lita asked if Yamato wanted to accompany her while she went out. “I think I’ll just stay here. May take a nap or something. Jet lag, you know?” he said, though he was really just using that as an excuse so he wouldn’t have to go out in public with the collar.

"That's alright Yamato." She tells him, not having an issue with him wanting to rest.  Before she headed out she would check on his progress.  Things looked okay from what she could tell and told him she was heading out now.  She took her car this time and drove off to do what she was going to do.

After being on the road for about ten minutes she realized she left her wallet back at the house.  She thought she had it in her jeans but left it in one of the pockets of her jacket that she left on the couch.  When she arrived back at the house and turned off the car she stopped for a moment and wondered if Yamato would cute while sleeping.  She chuckles quietly as she goes back inside.