The room was dark, but a single candle was lit. A somewhat secretive aura surrounded the room as two 5 year-old children were playing a simple card game. This game, in particular, was forbidden. The game was made strictly for the rich, wealthy, and for those who have much to give. Not to mention those with great power. However, a simple bet that is thrown into the elements of game-play can put all that power to ruin.

However, these were no ordinary children playing. The young boy, sitting in the fancy looking chair, was in fact, the Overlord's son and heir to the throne; Prince Krichevskoy. His opponent; was the youngest daughter of the noble branch of the Crimstone royal family: Mishao.

Krichevskoy seemed to be in a pinch. Mishao held all the strings to this game, and he seemed to be getting pulled farther and farther from the pot of gold. He thought hard of what he could bet, but nothing came to mind. "Hmm…I can't think of anything."

Mishao sighed. This game was too easy for her. She needed a new challenge. Either that or a new opponent…"Well, you've gotta think of SOMETHING fast or otherwise it's "Choose from the Hat"."

Krichevskoy sighed. "I know…I know…It's just hard to think of what else I could bet without anything getting noticed." He faced Mishao. "Alright, I guess…It's "Choose from the Hat", then…"

Mishao wrote various options on a large piece of paper. "Okay, but since I'm the one currently winning, I get to give you your choices."

He nervously nodded, as he watched the pieces of paper fall into the hat, and get mixed inside. "There's no second try, right? You get what you get?"

Mishao just simply nodded. "Can't grab another one. Once the paper says, it's what you'll bet."

Krichevskoy lifted a piece of paper from the hat, peeking at the words Mishao wrote. He wished he had grabbed another one instead. Mishao tried to peek at the words, but Krichevskoy hid it from her. She huffed. "Aww, come on. Tell me what it is~!"

He slowly opened his mouth as he slowly checked the paper again, just to make sure. "…Your…first…son…" He breathed out the last word in disbelief. "Why did you write something like that, Mishao?" He faced her, almost disgusted at the hand-writing he was holding in his hands. "I could never bet something like that!"

Mishao sighed. "Look, I didn't know you were going to pick that one, okay? It was just a list of things to bet. It's not MY fault…Anyways; let's start the game-play, okay? Maybe you'll actually get lucky for once."

He nodded slowly as he let himself slide back into his chair. "O-okay…"

However, as he almost expected, luck was not on his side that night. Like all bets they made, he had to sign a contract to each and every one of them. Even…that one. After that night, Krichevskoy hardly ever talked to Mishao anymore. So much, he hardly remembered her. He even forgot all about WHY he stopped visiting his childhood friend…Maybe he should've kept a note somewhere…

19000 years later…

Crimson eyes peered open to see the blank ceiling of his dark room. The young overlord arose from his coffin, and climbed out to get to his daily routine.

Let's see…first things first, he had to get some breakfast. There was NO way he was getting to his work without breakfast, first!

Episode 1: Who's Mishao?

Breakfast flew by without much change. His vassals were still just as annoying as ever, and Flonne and Etna were bothering him about his food, as usual. The only thing he could really do in that time, however, was tune everything out as he ate his food.

Now fully regenerated, he gave a brisk walk into the paperwork room, where he pulled up the chair that he always sat in when he set to work on this boring task.

As he thought, paperwork was very boring, as per usual. Let's see…Prinny request for lower work and higher pay…NO. Invitation from Jenus to Maratsu Evil Academy…Are you kidding me? She'd already asked just last night! NO! "Blah blah, boring…Hmm?"

He pulled up a piece of paper that seemed to stand out from all the rest. 'This is different…' He narrowed his eyes a bit and took a look at the parchment.

"Dear Overlord," He enunciated.

"Dear Overlord. I have come to gain my prize. According to the bet, by contract, you belong to me. If you object to the matter, come to the Heart of Evil."

He lowered his head; his face covered by the shadow of his bangs. "I belong to you, you say…?" He muttered under his breath. "…YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!" He yelled out loud, startling his subjects.

A certain vassal came into the room. "Whoa, Prince! What's up?"

"'What's up' is that I need to handle a certain case. And if I don't…well." He turned to her. "Clear up my schedule. I'm heading to the Heart of Evil."

"Huh?" She blinked. 'He hasn't gone there since he became an Overlord! Why would he clear up his schedule to go to the Heart of Evil?' She then sat on the desk. "Alright, Prince…What's going on? You don't usually visit the Heart of Evil all that much…"

"…Personal matters that just came up." He answered. "Just clear up my schedule, Etna, and don't ask about it." He got out of his chair and walked down the hall to the door. As he passed her, he mused, "I'm not even entirely sure what it's about…"

Etna sighed. She then noticed a piece of paper that was left on the desk. "Huh?" She said as she picked up the paper to read it. "…What the HECK is going on?"

At the Heart of Evil, a cloaked figure stood in front of Laharl. All he could see was white fluffy hair, slipping through the opening of the hood, with an additional pair of blood-red eyes. This figure was a girl, in fact, and busty too. Not a good combination to him… The cloaked figure opened her mouth, her tone somewhat mysterious. "I've been waiting for you, dear Overlord."

"Let's get straight to the point…what's this about me belonging to you!" Laharl clenched his fist, glaring daggers at her.

"Officially, you belong to me, by the contract." She said, as she brought out a paper that had a strange aura to it. "This contract was officially signed by the late king Krichevskoy, 19000 years ago!"

He snatched the contract from her and looked it over. "…How dare that old man…do such a thing…and not even TELL ANYONE ABOUT IT!" He tossed the contract roughly back at her, clenching his fists tightly. "I object to his idiocy! He's not around anymore, so it shouldn't matter! No contract is gonna tell me how to rule my life!"

"Actually, it does matter. And besides, it was meant to be kept secret anyways. Otherwise we could've gotten killed. Anyways, you've read the contract, so you should know by now if it matters or not.

Laharl got her point clearly. "Dang it…There's nothing I can do about this…" He looked away to the side. "Well, then…now what?"

"First things first, wear this." She said as she brought out a collar. "This will be the symbol of ownership. Of course, as a defense mechanism, you can't harm me without hurting yourself.

Listening to her explanation about the collar, his jaw dropped. "…Are you kidding me? I'm not wearing THAT! Besides, I already have something on my neck…"

Mishao was already getting tired of this brat's attitude. "Alright then, how about a game of tag? I'm 'it'."

Laharl stepped back as Mishao was ready to lunge. "Geh-You're not…" He was beginning to run, however Mishao didn't lunge, but POUNCED. He was just about to get out of the way, but the contact with her breasts and the floor made it hard to get away. He was caught in her trap.

"N-No! G-get off me! Keep your sexy body away from me!" He yelled as he struggled. Mishao lifted the tip of his scarf out of the way, exposing his gold choker. She proceeded to remove the choker, replacing it with the collar she had prepared for him. "There!"

Laharl could hardly see anything except for those hideous, monstrous breasts that squashed his face, disgusting him. He proceeded to complain since that was his only option at the moment. Mishao lifted herself with her wings from on top of him, and landed softly on the ground. "I'm not on top of you anymore, you can stop screaming."

He slowly opened his eyes, and got up from the ground; brushing the dirt from his red shorts. He also took this time to examine the collar that was placed on him. From what he could see, it was a midnight-purple, with a midnight blue ring in the middle. "You dare give me a collar…"

Mishao wanted to get past this part of her presentation already, so she ignored his comments. "Now then, due to the contract, I own your possessions. If you missed that part of the contract, I can always have you look again."

Laharl growled. This meant that she owned his castle, servants, allowance, account, EVERYTHING…"I just wanna make one thing clear to you…I'm not gonna give up my life to a stupid contract. Forget it if you think I'll play your little game of "Master and Slave".

She figured he wouldn't give up easily. He is Krichevskoy's son after all. "Well, then. I'll have to work hard to break you. So you BETTER be prepared."

He just grinned back at her competitively. "Hmph. I'd just like you to see you TRY.

It seemed like the battle between the two had JUST begun…

Episode 1: Who's Mishao? -END

Alright, I got a bad review, so I've improved it to my liking, since this was technically a YEAR old. I don't own anything having to do with Nippon Ichi, but I do own the story and Mishao and Crimstone family whatnot. Basically, OCs is MINE.

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