wandering weeblet whore

Categories of what I’ll write: 

fluff 🌸

angst 🔥

smut 💦

headcanons 🍡

Otome:

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Masquerade Kiss

After School Affairs

Our Private Homeroom

Love Brings You Home

A World With(out) You

Samurai Love Ballad: Party!

Anime:

Black Butler

Attack on Titan

Your Lie in April

Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day

The Promised Neverland

The list is still growing - and I’m always up for some recommendations! <3

Thank you so much for reading!! Hope to talk to you soon~ :) 

            Morning comes, the sun shining in all her excellent brilliance. Her amber hues taint the very sheets you lie on as you watch your lover’s chest rise and fall with every breath he takes. His breathing’s shallow and his eyelashes delicately quiver against his cheeks. He looks so content, comfortable, tranquil - free of his daily stressors - you secretly wish he could be this peaceful forever. Unfortunately, “peaceful” isn’t something that survives long enough in Kazuomi’s world. 

            Sleep’s gentle arms beckon you to slip back into a comfortable slumber at Kazuomi’s side, your eyelids readily following as they slowly close then open again, until it gets harder to open your eyes and you let them remain closed. The pillow’s softness and the coolness of the sheets help lure you to sleep, along with the warmth at your side - that is, Kazuomi. Your breathing grows shallow, and you’re caught in that haze of being half-asleep when you feel something warm against your back. You don’t know why, but you trust it. You know it’ll keep you safe and protected from anything and everything. It’s a familiar warmth, one you’ve sensed so many times before - a warmth you never want to lose. Softly, and so very softly, you hear a fragile voice. It sounds like it’ll shatter into a million pieces and fade into the ether should you not listen carefully. It’s sweet, and it utters “I love you.” You think you hear something else - a sort of “stay” but you can’t really make it out. Before you fall into a serene slumber, you feel something warm atop your head, and your heart beats happily.

His POV:

            I’m awake but she doesn’t know it. Heh. How long is she planning on staring at me like that? Even though my eyes are closed, I can feel her staring at me. It’s not like I mind though. I’ll have my chance to stare at her every morning and night. That’s a peculiar thought I have. I’ve never once before been so excited to look at someone sleep before. I’ve never looked forward to “every morning and night” with another person. What, by the way, makes me think I’ll have every morning and night to look at her? Before I know it, my eyes are open and they’re looking at her. She must still be tired. Well, I can't blame her. She works so hard all the time. She should sleep. I catch myself smiling as I look down at her - she’s just there. Next to me. And it makes me happy. I can’t help but reach out for her, and so I do. I put an arm around her and bring her body closer to mine. She looks so beautiful when she sleeps. The way she breathes. The way her cheeks get a little red and how her hair frizzes up. God. I knew I loved her, and I’m aware she’s different from every other woman out there. ...I’ve never been so attached to another woman like this. At this point in the relationship, I’d have normally callin’ it off. But I don’t want to break it off with her. The thought of that - it kills me. 

“Hey, ...I love you. And I don’t want you to go.” I almost feel a little pathetic saying it - and I kinda wish she were awake. So I could see what kind of face she’d make. How would she respond, I wonder?

“I smile so much when I’m with you, and the thought of losing you - it kills me.” I begin running my hand over her hair - as wild as her Or as wild as me, I wonder.

I’ve never thought about settling down with a woman before. But when it comes to her? I’d be happy. She’s the only one I’d be willing to settle down with. The only one I want to settle down with. 

My cheeks flare up, and I sigh at myself - acting as if her eyes were open, I cradle her head closer to my chest, hiding my face from her. I wonder what she thinks about this. I know I wouldn’t mind waking up to seeing her next to me every day - in fact, it makes me happy. I wonder what she thinks though. What does she think of settling down? Would she want kids? Or a pet? Cat or dog? Is she even allowed to settle down, given her job? Even if she isn’t, I’ll call her handler and figure something out. I’m sure he’d want a list of some shady people, but it’d be worth it. Suddenly overwhelmed with the thought of spending the rest of my life with her, I smile and feel my heart beating faster than ever. I just hope she’ll be okay. Her work is dangerous, but she’s very careful. What if she wants to break it off with me…? Terrified at the thought, I hug her a little tighter and I find myself kissing the top of her head while whispering;

“Stay. Please. Please stay with me. Forever. I’d like to spend forever with you. So please, don’t go.”

Bonus: 

            I wake from sleeping in just a little bit longer to find Kazuomi gone. A bit saddened that he’s not next to me anymore, I get out of the bed, my warm feet chilled by the floor, my back by the air. After I throw some clothes on, I go downstairs to look for Kazuomi. Fortunately, I find him just about to put his blazer on, and with a friendly smile, I go to kiss him ‘good morning.’ 

“Well someone looks rested.” He says, a smirk on his face as he jokes, hooking his arms around my waist whilst I reach up to kiss him. 

“Good morning to you too. Did you sleep well?” I ask him, a smile on my face.

“Yeah.” He says, a gentle glimmer in his eyes unlike anything I’ve seen before. 

“That’s good.” I comment, resting my head on his chest. 

“Mmm” 

Kazuomi begins stroking my hair and holding me close, then out of nowhere, he asks;

“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose?” 

Perplexed, I look up at him and answer honestly;

“Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Well, think about it. And let me know when you have an answer. Kay?” He remarks, a strange urgency hidden somewhere in those light brown eyes of his. 

“Um, I guess it wouldn’t matter.” 

“Why?”

“Well, I guess because anywhere’d be fine with me as long as you were there too.”

Upon hearing my bluntness, Kazuomi practically shoves my face against his chest - and when I try to move, he only holds me that much tighter. 

Then he uncharacteristically sheepishly asks;

“Do you want kids or a pet?”

Before I can whirl my head up and ask him what he means and why he’s asking me this so suddenly, he holds me closer - so close I can hear his rapid heartbeat and feel the warmth emanating from his body - and there, in his living room, with the sun bathing us in her warm light, he says one and only one word:

Palm to palm, interlocking fingers - his warmth seeps into my hand. A welcomed sensation and one I’m used to. A sensation dearly missed. I’ve just returned from a month-long mission in Los Angeles. All the sunshine in that state doesn’t come close to the warmth emanating from his hand. Typically, he’d find a way to be with me - he can be impulsive at times, but then again, what did I reasonably expect when I decided I wanted us to take the next step in our relationship? I’ve missed him so much - all those lonely nights without him…the other side of the bed empty and his smell absent from the sheets. Heh. But the nights we teased each other even though we were on different continents were fantastic. ...I wonder how tonight will go…? 

“What are you smirking about?”  

I glance up at him - but the way he’s so cool and collected in public, you’d never guess that handsome face was capable of mercilessly teasing me.

“What fun is it if I just tell you?”

A smirk tugs at his lips, satisfied with my response as he replies; “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

My heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest as he gives my hand a squeeze - it’s embarrassing, but I couldn’t care less. I haven’t seen him in a month - I’ve craved his touch - and right now, it’s like we’re both immune to the stares of onlookers. Murmurs and sharp whispers can’t reach us. Not only could we care less about pda - what they say, what they think; none of it matters. What’s more? Today happens to be our anniversary and since I managed to complete the mission just in time, he’s decided to take me out on a mystery date - though, he’s so unpredictable I don’t have the slightest clue where we’re headed. 

Basking in the rare happiness and serenity, however, lay my own suspicions. 

I’ve had this sinking feeling since we began walking hand-in-hand - like there’s more to the onlookers than just passersby shocked at harmless hand holding. But today’s our day off, so I push my worries out of my mind, letting them settle in the peripheral of my mind’s eye. 

However, it’s not long before my heart begins accelerating with new meaning. 

I hear rapid footsteps approaching from behind - ones with purpose and imperativeness. All my instincts as an agent - and one who just wrapped up a mission the other day, no less - tell me this is no accident and this person means to charge toward us. Careful to not harm an innocent man running late for something or another, I look in the reflection of the window of the store in front of us, and see the man looks sketchy. Even though his eyes are covered, it’s clear he’s burning daggers at us. Whoever the target - the man at my side or myself - my instinct is to place a bullseye on this guy. 

When I see he’s too close and a millisecond would be too late to do anything, I drop the hand at my side, face the person, and land a hard kick to the ribs. In no way is the blow fatal, just enough to send the poor soul to the ground, coughing up blood. 

“___, do you know him?” 

“Oh yeah! He’s my best friend from high school, we used to do everything together- No. Of course I don’t know him.”

“Oh~ So even after kicking a man to the ribs she’s got her spice?”

“Shut up. He’s got friends.” 

And in just a moment, some of the onlookers have come to the man’s side. The others, clearly civilians, run in all directions, screaming.

“You’re a real bitch, you know?” The man with a bloody mouth says. 

“Oh is that the kind of impression I left? Glad I was memorable. Who’s lackey are you? Remind me?”

“Tch. Doesn’t matter. You’ll be face-to-face with him once we beat your sorry ass.” 

“Oooh I’m so scared.” 

“Shut up you bitch!!” I throw a punch at this annoying fool, right in the gut, my hand burning from the impact and my leg doing no better. Bad day to wear heels.  

The sorry excuse for a lackey goes flying before hitting the ground with a dull thud. Taking his place, another lackey from the crowd charges at me, and I’m able to take care of him. But there’s another - and if it weren’t for his timing, I’d have been hit. But he narrowly misses me. And that’s because the one I love steps in, punching the second lackey before he can reach me.

“Why’d you do that? I can handle this.” I say, a bit irritated at him. But I won’t lie, seeing him in action makes my heart pound - in a good way.

“A man who tries to beat a woman is not a man. That’s all.” He says, glaring the motherfucker down.

“This is my fight, not yours. Let me handle it-”

“I told you the same thing about a year ago. What was it you said to me?” He says, throwing a warm look at me from over his shoulder. With that I fall silent, remembering the love I feel for him in that moment a year ago. The same shattering fear of losing him. Of being without him. Wanting him to be okay in the end - it comes back tenfold. He gives me a soft smile before looking away from me, getting ready to fight;

“You don’t have to do this alone. I’m right here. Rely on me. Please.”

Before I know it, we’re taking out lackeys left and right, obliterating them. Rather, we should. At least one of us is an active agent with a severe training regime. 

Even with all that training

you’d think 

that I would consider every possible outcome. 

Good and bad. 

I finish up with the last pitiful excuse for a lackey when I turn around. I see the first guy coming back for another ass whooping with a sharp knife. I’m ready to take him on and disarm him the way I’ve been trained to do under certain circumstances, however, much to my horror, I see something I’ve never wanted to see since I realized how much he means to me. 

His silhouette flashes before me, his back encompassing my field of vision. I hear nothing. Feel the anguish and petrifying panic shock my nervous system. I feel faint. Like I could fall over at any minute. My hands are so pale, so cold, I forget what it means to be warm.

The only thing I see, the only thing I smell

is blood.

I’m ready to fall to my knees and scream his name but I can’t. I can’t stop now. I know I have to take out the last son-of-a-motherfucking-bitch-whore. And I wish it was the sight of his blood staining his back serving as the final thing that snapped me out of it. I wish it didn’t take me hearing his grunt and painful sighs to wake me up. I wish I would’ve sprung into action before he had the reflexes to jump in front of me like that. There’s so much I could wish for - but none of it will come true. Because the truth is I wasn’t fast enough. The truth remains that he got stabbed. And right now, all that matters is that I show the piece of motherfucking shit what happens when they go after someone so close to me. 

With tears stinging my eyes and blurring my vision I gather all my strength and run towards the fucker.

Fueled with a hundred fires burning in my core, distressed and angry and scared for his damn life, my movements are hastier and packed with more roaring fireballs than ever before. 

I catch the fucker’s wrist when he tries to stab me, and I twist it as hard as I motherfucking can.  

He screams in agony and tries to reach for his injured wrist with his other hand. And to that one, I merely said ‘hell fucking no’ before punching his uninjured arm’s elbow. My fingers were red and trembling, and they hurt like hell for all the punches I’d been throwing, but I can hardly feel any of the pain. Seeing the piece of shit in front of me writhe in excruciation serves as my anesthetic. You don’t get to be one of the Boss’s top agents by not working for it. 

Pathetic excuse for a lackey gets off easy. It wouldn’t do me any good to murder him (he’s not worth the effort anyway). While he’s distracted with what I’m sure must be the most excruciating pain of his life (I guarantee it is. This hurts more than a seventh grade breakup. More than pineapple on pizza. More than getting shot. I know this because I caused that pain. If this isn’t the worst pain he’s ever been in, I’m not doing my job - even though this is my fuckin day off. My anniversary with my boyfriend of all the damn days. And to top it off, the day after I get back home after not seeing him for an entire month. Fucker has some balls trying to mess with me today), I walk behind him and shove him to the ground. I put some pressure on his leg and ask him one simple question;

“Whose motherfucking lackey are you?”

“Screw you bitch.”

“Wrong answer.” I coldly spit out, putting more pressure on his leg. 

But I stop. I hear a painful sigh, and look up. He’s clutching his wound and walking towards me with a little glint in his eye. And in that moment I forget all about the fucker beneath me and I go over to him instead. 

“Stop walking - it looks like it’s really serious. You’re bleeding out and need-” I’m cut off by his lips on mine. My heart accelerates and it stops at the same time. My body tenses up and warm tears of relief stain my cheeks as I finally reciprocate the kiss. 

“Are you okay?” I ask him, looking deep into those eyes that see more than an agent. See more than a woman. They look past all I am and all I am not and see me for me. 

“Yes, it’s not that bad anyway.” He says, his voice strained.

“Liar. You’re bleeding out. You need help.” 

“No, I swear I’m fine. This is nothing. Besides, are you okay?”

“I’m not the one who’s stabbed, so yeah, I’d say I’m okay.” 

He chuckles a little before slightly grimacing.

“Okay, you need help. Now.” 

“Bet you I don’t.”

“That’s one bet you’d lose and another I wouldn’t ever want to take any chances on.”

“I love you - you’re incredible. I knew you were perfectly capable of taking those guys out on your own - and probably a hundred more - but wow.” 

I hit his shoulder a little bit before staring him down and scolding him;

“I appreciate your help, but I was trained for this. Or did you forget that part? I could’ve handled it much quicker and definitely painless by myself. Why did you jump in front of a knife like that?” 

“Because I didn’t want to lose you. I know you can handle yourself, but I wish you’d rely on me more. You’re not alone anymore. You have me. Or did you forget?”

“But what if I’d lost you?!” I scream, losing all control over my emotions, the reality of how close I could’ve come to losing him forever to the icy grip of death more than I can handle. “Did you think about that before you jumped in front of the fucking knife like that?! You damn idiot!”

He stays silent. All he does is let me sob against his chest. Though I try to be careful, as he was stabbed in the abdomen. He caresses my hair and holds me close. 

“I wasn’t thinking. He’d stabbed me before I knew I was in front of him. I’m so sorry I scared you like that.” He whispers against my hair, placing a gentle kiss atop my head. 

Kazuomi:

Well damn this guy’s just a giant kid

He’s gonna act all hurt and he’s gonna scoff and pout a lot

He’d DEFINITELY be like “if you want to go spend time with him then fine.”

He’s pouting

And he’ll say he doesn't care or that he won't look into the guy -- but we all know he’s lying

He has yuzuru look into the douche

He’d definitely be teasing you

Do stuff like turn you on only to be like “okay. You want more? Go to that other guy”

Kinda like a puppy - one who just looks at you and is like “pls give me attention i luv you”

Definitely the kind of puppy that’d repeatedly rub their head against your hand when you pull your hand away. That’s him.

Finally, when yuzuru gives him the report, he’s happy he’ll be getting you back in a bit.

Turns out the guy you gave all your attention to was your cousin 

He’s really relieved 

And he shows how relieved he is in bed 

He honestly just missed you 

He’s also really happy it wasn’t your “owner” you were spending so much time with. 

We would’ve lost it 

Yuzuru:

Mans acts like he doesn't care.

But it’s all he can think about.

His temper’s a little shorter than normal

So he lashes out a bit more

He gets all the information in the world on this guy.

But he’d rather hear it from you

But he’s so awkward at feelings 

So he just haves rough sex with you til you figure it out

Then you explain he’s just an old mentor who was in town for a bit 

Wow Yuzu’s cheeks turned red so fast, Victoria commented on his body temperature again. 

You laugh, but he doesn't think it’s funny. 

Soooo he gives it to you passionately this time - trying to distract himself for being so jealous/careless/a bit of a dummy and you from his red cheeks

He’s really happy he didn't have anything to be worried about tho - he honestly just wanted to spend some of his rare free time with you and was sad when you weren't there 

Kei:

At first, he probably wouldn’t know what was going on

He knows you're a spy and all, so you spend loads of your time with sketchy people - especially men. 

So he’s a bit worried at first 

But then he notices you’re actually smiling and having a good time with this guy

He saw this when he happened to be walking to a café to buy you some sweets, but he saw you with that guy.

Smiling and chatting and laughing away.

He ended up doing a bit of stalking and found out you were meeting up with this guy twice a week at the same café, sitting at the same table. 

He was a bit pissed off

But he mistook his missing you for being mad at you

He cant take it anymore and interrupts one of the café meetups 

He’s all like “Oh, won’t you introduce me to your friend, __?” 

He busts out that charming smile 

But you know it’s time to run 

So behind closed doors

He explains he thought you were flying away 

You're  t o u c h e d 

So you assure him you’re not going anywhere

...and explain that guy was an old friend from elementary school 

He’s taken aback 

But he realizes how silly/jealous he was being

He literally only wanted to spend time with you and was hurt that you’d set apart two days of the week for some guy

So he proposed you two go on more dates together

...so much so in fact, that you no longer had the time to meet up with your old friend. You were either too tired or on a mission 

But you always made sure you spent more time from Kei from then on 

Boss: 

Damn he’s already basically an elite private spy so he’d have absolutely no trouble finding anything and everything out about this guy. 

And damn he’s gonna dig deep to find all the dirt on this guy 

So he spends a lot of his time figuring out who this dude is.

He’s got his #1 agent’s attention, so he’s got to be someone, right?

Anyway he’s really annoyed and as a result

He’s about as pleasant as he is when he wakes up in the morning and hasn’t drank his water yet.

He smiles, but there's something cold and dark behind that cunning smile - it’s threatening

Kinda scary, ngl, but tries to play it off.

Will tease you mercilessly when you two’re alone 

Hell, my man’s would tease you in public. 

He doesn't care

In fact, he’d put an arm around you if the other guy happened to be in the room.

He may be smiling 

But he’s glaring daggers at the guy 

The guy in question happens to be a food delivery guy. He’s just assigned to your neighborhood is all. 

So no wonder he spends a lot of time with you especially at your place

He gets embarrassed he didn't put two and two together when his job came up during all that dirt digging

So he pulls you really close so you cant see his face

A fresh winter breeze makes you tense up slightly - understandably so, you were wearing a backless navy blue dress standing on a patio, looking out at the snow covered garden before you - in the middle of winter.

The moon shone in all her excellence, creating an ethereal midst to your already unfamiliar (yet somehow familiar) world. Stars blink listlessly next to the moon, against the empty backdrop of a void of seemingly nothingness millions of miles overhead. 

Scents of roses, lilies and lavender cloud your senses, the sweet bitterness of the colliding smells nearly enough to burn your nose and bring tears to your eyes. Making it bearable, however, was knowing he’s with you.

Standing in a backless dress on a patio in the middle of winter is not enough to make you turn around and go inside the small building, where he makes some last-minute arrangements. He didn’t ask you to go stand on the patio - and he’d never dream about asking you. He’d be far too worried about you catching a cold or something. Knowing that, you sighed, looking at the breath you’d heaved take on its gaseous form, where the temperature is below zero. 

Just then, you feel the weight of a heavy coat being laid over your shoulders. Knowing perfectly well whose coat it is, you close your eyes and smile, waiting to be reprimanded for your harmless actions. 

“Did your boyfriend tell you to wait out here?”

“No. I came out here on my own.”

“Oh really? He must be a careless one, then.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He should know better than to let such a stunning, delicate woman like you walk around without something so simple as a coat. ...Afterall, who knows what would happen if another man put his arms around you?” He says as he wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me close to him - his chin resting on my shoulder and his breath so warm, so close - almost too close.

“I appreciate and acknowledge your concern, but contrary to what you may see, I’m perfectly capable of handling myself.” I say with a smirk and twisting out of the Boss’s grasp, giving him a teasing wink while walking inside the small, elegant restaurant. The air about it a thousand times warmer than outside. 

He puts his hands in his pockets, a smirk laid placidly on his face as he makes his way over.

“How exciting. You are a truly remarkable woman. But even one of your stature mustn’t wait out in the cold like that. You must understand this, no?

“No.” 

“Even the deadliest of gods can come down with a cold.” He sighs, walking beside me as we follow the waiter to our table.

“What a shame.” Or I should say, private room. 

The young man closes the door behind us after briefly explaining our waiter will be with us in a moment, the somber chatter of the other room being wiped from our world behind closed shoji. The only other thing present in the otherwise vacant room being a neatly set table with a white table cloth and two chairs across from one another.  

The minute the young man closes the doors, however, Seiichi wraps his arms around me again, tighter than before.

“You shouldn’t have gone out there. What if you’d caught a cold?”

“I’d be fine - I’ve been sick before. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, you know. You don’t have to worry like that.”

He lets out a sigh and mumbles into my neck; “I worry about you because I care. How are you feeling? Still a little cold?”

I shake my head and comment “No, not anymore. Thank you.”

Not satisfied, he sharply turns me around and holds my head in his hands, looking me dead center in the eye.

“You don’t have to pretend around me, remember?”

“What do you-”

“Your cheeks are red and frigid.”

“U-Um, excuse me -” a young voice interrupts us.

I didn’t hear the doors sliding open, when did she get here?

“I-I’m so sorry - if you’d like, I’ll come back a little-”

“It’s alright. Come in.” Seiichi says, taking a step away from me, his eyes falling from mine. Nonetheless, he guides me to my chair.

“Okay, I’ll start off by taking your beverage requests.”

When the doors slide shut after the young waitress - who seems to be no older than a high school student - I sigh and say almost inaudibly;

“I’m sorry I made you worry, Seiichi.” After hearing him chuckle, I look up to meet his gaze, and sure enough, he’s looking at me - eyes full of boyish pride, holding the warmth of the sun and all the gentleness in the world.

“I’m glad you’re okay, is all. Anyway, that girl. She’s just about the age you were when we first met, right?” He says as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand. 

“Yes. I suppose so.” I smile, looking down a bit, lost in nostalgia. Had I not met the Boss when I did, my life would be vastly different. Dare I say, I wouldn’t be alive today. 

“You’re still the same, in some ways.” 

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, you’re still cute. And you don’t think before you act.”

“Hey.” 

He chuckles playfully, “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“Whatever. Anyway, you’re still a tease. I swear.” 

“You love it.” He smirks.

I’m getting tired of that attitude of his.

Wanting to get him back, I uncross my legs from under the table and slide my foot up along his leg, going as far up as I can, resting between his thighs.

In an instant, he jumps a little - hitting the table with his knee - taking a sharp breath in, his eyes going wide. 

I gently rub my foot back and forth along the length of his thighs, occasionally rubbing against the bulge in the middle.

His cheeks flush a tender, bright pink as he shifts in his seat.

Heh. Now who’s being the tease?

I can’t help the mischievous smile tugging at my lips as I look at the once cool man becoming a hot, blushing mess in a matter of seconds.

“Even in this situation, I can feel you getting hard.” I whisper, only then retracting my foot from its place between his thighs. At this, he growls, but doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” He says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He growls back, looking impatiently at his watch.

“Damn. Where is she?” he irritatedly questions, looking at the door, placing a napkin on his lap.

“Heh. You think that’s gonna help?” I say, noting his eagerness to cover up. 

Then the door opens, and our waitress walks in, holding a cake.

“About damn time.” He spews, bouncing one leg and looking away from the girl.

“I’m so sorry about the wait, Sir.” The girl comments, a bit intimidated at the Boss’s state. 

Honey, don’t worry about him. He’s fine.

“Sorry, Mina - was it?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am. Mina.”

“Yes. Well, Mina, I don’t think we’ve ordered the cake - we’ve only ordered drinks.”

“Oh, umm, w-well…” Mina trails off, glancing at the Boss. 

“Yes. I think you’ve forgotten the drinks, Mina.” Seiichi hisses.

All of a sudden, Mina collects herself and begins bowing what I guess must have been a thousand times, again and again saying “I’m so sorry, Sir! Please forgive me!” before dashing out of the room, almost dropping the cake on her way out.

“She’s cute.” I say, still looking at where she’d been standing only seconds before. 

Suddenly, I hear a chair moving, and before I know it, Seiichi has moved his char directly next to mine. 

“Wh-” my question is cut off before it gets the chance to leave my mouth. The Boss’s tongue cutting me off and opting to explore my mouth. It’s intense, and all the warmth he’d been showing me tonight vanished - replaced by an intense inferno, one I’m far too familiar with. This inferno is a stunning, blinding blaze of passion. 

I yelp into the kiss and arch my back when I feel his hand thrust its way between my thighs and feel his digits rub against the lacy lingerie covering my heated entrance. 

“S-Seiichi-”

“Hmm, wearing lingerie tonight? Were you planning ahead on tonight’s events…? Anticipating my touch…? Dirty girl.” He chuckles darkly. “I hope it’s the black one - you look especially sexy in that one…”

“Mmmn, we shouldn’t… what if Mina comes back…?”

“You should’ve thought about that before toying with me.” God, I swear I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, suddenly retracting his hand from my thighs. Without thinking, I grasp his hand and bring it back.

“Oooh. Rather risqué, no?” 

“Shut up.” I grunt, annoyed with myself for admitting I want this, but not enough to let him stop.

“Whatever you want” he chuckles out, breathing into my ear. He moves his hand from its former position to the inside of my thigh, tracing patterns before squeezing.

“You love it when I tease you.” He says with what I can only imagine is a sinister smile before taking his hand away. 

Before I can reach for it again, the door opens and I stop myself, my cheeks blazing. 

“Ahaha, sorry about before, here’s the champagne, as requested. I’ll be back in a bit.” Mina comments, placing the glasses and bottle on the table, not paying any particular mind to us. 

Probably still embarrassed about before. ...and I’m thinking about other things anyway.

It’s not like I myself am focused on the champagne or her either, tho. All I want is to feel Seiichi. 

But when I turn to face him again, I’m met with a soft gaze. It’s that face that could make me pregnant from the smile alone give me a heart attack - the warmth in that gaze, the happiness in that smile - I want it. I want to protect it all. 

“I wish I could take a picture of you now. Your cheeks are flushed, and you look like you want me. But you should take a moment to cool down for a bit - don’t want to get you overheated, afterall.” And he glances at the glass of champagne neatly placed in front of me. 

Not knowing what he’s getting at, I pick up the glass. But before I bring it to my lips to drink from, I see something sparkling at the bottom of the glass - a ring?

Surprised, I look back at Seiichi, and without missing a beat, I find that he’s already down on one knee. 

“Will you marry me?” He asks me, eyes full of sincerity and certainty - not a single cloud of doubt to be seen anywhere on his face. 

“Well. Say something. You were so full of chatter before - what happened? Don’t tell me you’re speechless now?” 

Overwhelmed with happiness I cry out, “Bastard!” as I leap out of my chair and throw my arms around him, joining him on the floor 

“Well, I did say ‘say something.’ Guess that’s good enough. But it’s not really a direct answer. Tell me, I want to hear you say it.” He whispers with a smile on his lips. 

He stands, my chin in his hands, his arm around my waist, holding me close. Promising to never let me wait out in the cold again -- even if it is of my own discretion. 

“Yes!! I want to marry you!” I yell out, tears falling from my cheeks as I jump up at Seiichi from excitement. 

To that he says nothing, but lets me know how he feels with a kiss, sweeter than any other. 

After some of the initial excitement, we settle down again, and Mina brings the cake back. When she shuts the door behind her, Seiichi gets close to my ear and whispers;

“Now I’m sure she won’t be back for a while yet, you’ve still got some paying to do for that little stunt you pulled earlier…” ...whilst lightly nibbling at my earlobe.

“Mmn, not my fault you’re so sensitive.” I whimper

He bites down on my neck and questions me; “What was that?” 

“You heard what I said.” 

“Oh really…?” He smirks at me, glancing over at the red velvet cake on the table, just in front of us.

“Well then, you won’t mind if I eat this cake all by myself then, would you?” Moving away from me, he leans back in his chair with the piece of cake brought in, reading “Congratulations!” 

“Hey!” I call out as I glare at him.

“Well, then? I guess you do mind. In that case, you’ve got to make it up to me, Mrs. Setoyanagi.” He says with an evil glimmer in his eye, setting the cake down.

“Remember, we may be in a private room, but the people outside can still hear us - and if you sing too loudly, Mina might think you're calling her. So, shhhhh…” 

We spend another hour or so in the private room, trying to be as silent as possible, aware of the guests beyond the shoji doors. But it’s not enough. We leave the restaurant and continue at Seiichi’s place, and I couldn’t be more content. I couldn’t be happier to call this man my fiancé. A mentor, teacher, boss, lover and now fiancé, soon-to-be husband. 

Now I share a bed with him. I listen to his heartbeat, see his chest rise and fall with every breath, and I know. I know now. I know his name. It’s something so small, so trivial, so simple. But it’s everything in our world. He’s trusted me with it, and now he trusts his future with me. I know he needs water to function in the morning. I know he has a thing for soy sauce. I know. Who would’ve thought I’d share a bed, so much love, and a future with the man who saved me all those years ago. 

Kazuomi: 

It’s just another wednesday night

Except it’s not

Kazuomi being - well, Kazuomi - decided to take you on a trip 

It was, like everything else he does, spontaneous

All you did to get swept up in this madness was become someone important to him

If you hadn’t walked into his office when you had, he was going to personally go to your apartment and drag you out of there

So really, you saved him the trip 

When he told you he was taking you on a trip, you were confused 

“When?” 

“Now” 

You not having a suitcase packed or anything wasn’t an issue

Kazuomi had a bunch of stuff in the closet for you 

Of course, it wouldn’t be kazuomi if a little bet was involved

You really wanted to know where you were going

But he refused to say

SO the second the words “How about a bet?” fell from your lips,

Never one to stray from wagers, he stopped what he was doing, and smirking a bit, looked slightly over his shoulder, waiting for you to continue

“I get to ask you three - and only three - questions about where it is we’re headed. You have to answer truthfully, and I can’t outright ask you where it is we’re going. After I’ve asked the questions, I get one shot at guessing where we’re going. If I win, you have to watch a Tom Cruise movie with me and you’ve got to actually pay attention to the movie.”

“What if you lose?”

“Choose your prize.”

“Oho, I get to choose?”

“I’m going to regret this later, but yes, you can choose.”

“I want to see a picture of you when you were little - the most recent one you have on your phone.”

You grumbled, but agreed. 

Aaaand, of course, Lady Luck was on Kazuomi’s side again (although, when is she not?)

So you had to start digging through your phone looking for a picture. 

That bastard had the biggest smirk on his face

He teased you the whole flight, wondering what kind of picture he’d get to see

Finally, after what seemed like 50 hours (more like 12 hours, to be exact), the private plane landed

Well, you’d never guessed here, of all the other places Kazuomi could’ve taken you. 

You were in Mexico. 

Kazuomi’d taken you to the country his adoptive father would bring him to on vacations. 

Your heart felt a twinge of pain, but mostly, you melted at the fact that Kazuomi’d want to bring you somewhere so close to his past - to him. 

The rest of the day (since the time and flight did a number on the both of you) you’d headed to a hotel together, opting to get some rest before exploring

But Kazuomi woke you up 

It was dark out, and you were still a bit tired

But he had that boyish look in his eye 

And you knew you couldn’t go back to sleep then - not when he got excited like this 

Not that you’d ever tell him, but you thought this boyish side to him was adorable 

He got you out of bed, and asked you to follow him 

“Not like I could go back to sleep anyway” was your response

“I want to show you something”

He led you to the rooftop,

Mexico City’s lights glistening below the both of you

The rich smell (and sounds) of street vendors selling elotes and carne asada to passersby filled your senses

Curiously, you looked down and admired the world beneath your feet

“Lay down”

You turned around and found Kazuomi laying on his back, eyes looking to the celestial world above you rather than the glittering one below 

Following his lead, you let yourself down beside him, still wondering why Mexico of all places, and why bring you here -- and why did he wake you up

He wrapped one arm around you, and as if reading your mind, said

“I didn’t have a lot growing up. Everyday, before I met my adoptive father, I was on the streets - not knowing if I’d live to see the next day. But then one day, that changed. I was adopted, and lived out a grand life with him. I never again had to worry about living to the next day - which, before my time on the streets, was something I took for granted.”

“I’m lucky to have someone by my side - you. I get to bring you to these places - the ones where I visited on holidays. During a time when I was safe again - where it wasn’t me against the world or the elements.”

“I mean, yeah, it was bad - but there was some semblance of hope.” 

“In my mind, back then, the world I knew was cruel and dark. Hateful. Corrupt. Sinister. Cold. Unforgiving. Merciless. The days were hard, but the nights were harder. Then again, the nights weren’t so bad. That’s because when I thought all the world was bleak, I’d lay down, get ready to sleep - but when I did, I always saw the stars. They’re always in clusters. Never alone. They shine, and give off so much light - they’re beautiful.”

“When I thought all the world was bleak, the stars proved me wrong. They’re proof that even when things get bad, when everything seems dark, there’s a glimmer of home somewhere out there. And I want to believe that because they’re always in clusters they’re never really alone - and we’re never really alone.”

“I wanted to bring you here because you’re that important to me. You’re worth my secrets - knowing my every mystery. So I wanted to show you this. The stars. The things that restore my wonder, awe, and hope when I thought there was nothing. They’re what made me want to build resorts for people, so they’d never feel that depth of loneliness that I’ve felt.”

He looks over at you, a sense of sadness hanging there, in his eyes, nearly snuffing out the boyish look you’d seen in him not five minutes before. 

“That’s enough of me, now, show me that picture of you.” He says, a smirk tugging at his lips, attempting to erase the melancholic grip around his heart. 

Thankful you brought your phone with you, you pulled it out, showing Kazuomi a picture of you when you were about five.

You’re wearing a dress, covered in mud, and crying. 

Kazuomi’s smirk dissolved into a laugh, trying not hard enough to hold back a laugh following his snort 

You explain that you were playing in the park when you’d slipped on a patch of mud, somehow scraping your knee in the process

He couldn’t hold back anymore

The image of a cherubic, muddy, crying version of the strong, capable woman before him made him forget where he was 

Although on any other day you’d hate the fact he was laughing at you, you were okay with it.

For a long time, Kazuomi’s smile was barely a ‘smile’

For so long he’d been in pain, and he’d been burying it. 

Now though - he had you.

He chose to bring you to a place close to his heart - after he’d been saved.

He opened up to you and told you a story about the stars up above that helped him get through it. 

And you made him laugh 

As you lay there, looking at him, laughing, you decided to engrave this moment in your mind. 

You promised yourself then; 

When things got hard for him again, you’d be there. Ready to help him through whatever may stand in his way. 

Yuzuru:

Blankets of white covered everything in sight

Christmas lights decorated the streets 

every woman envied you - you were beautiful, smart, had wit, but most of all;

You were the only one who captivated Yuzuru

The only one he made those eyes at - 

You were the only one who held his heart

And he made sure you knew that

Every winter, when the snow coated everything, he’d take you to a winter festival in the heart of Tokyo

Ice and snow sculptures alike littered the area, food stands selling warm food stood at attention beside the gaming booths. 

Children chase each other, their mothers following close behind badgering their children to wear the scarves and hats they’d left behind.

Seated beside Yuzuru on a bench, you watch two children playing together: a boy and a girl.

He’s running in circles away from her, and she roars as she chases him. 

Thinking the scene adorable, you chuckle a bit as you rest your head in the palm of your hand, your elbow digging into your thigh. 

Suddenly, a welcome warmth makes its presence known on your otherwise numb free hand. 

“They’re cute.”

“Yeah.” you say, enchanted by the children

“What do you think about becoming a mother?” 

Surprised at the sudden question, you face him, seeing he’s completely serious - then again, Yuzuru’s not one who’d say something like that in a joking manner.

“It’s something I’d want, but with my line of work, it’s dangerous - not only for me, but for the kid.” 

You say, turning back to look at the children innocently playing - not a care in the world. 

“That makes sense - but you are open to becoming a mother, aren’t you? It is something you want?”

“Yeah, I’m still open to it - what’s with all the questions, by the way?” 

“I thought it was an important discussion. Especially if we’re to get married one day.”

The way he nonchalantly said that almost made you think you’d merely imagined that last bit

“Afterall,” he continues

“You are the only woman I’d want to be the mother of my children.” 

A promise of the future, made to you. 

Did he know how flustered that made you? 

Probably. Probably not.

Did he know if he’d chosen to have this conversation at a party with all those shabby women gathered around him they’d be seething?

Absolutely not. 

He’s a bit oblivious that way.

And yes, the jealousy can get suffocating, but it makes you happy to think that Yuzu’s already thinking this far ahead - for the both of you.

The man who’s known solitude all of his life, fantasizes of a future with you - of a life with no more solitude. A life where you’re together (yes, maybe Victoria’ll be the third wheel - but she’s okay. Afterall, it still brings a smile to your face when you think back on her interrupting you two that night - when Yuzuru’s temperature steadily increased--). 

Kei:

You two had a small little date planned for the day 

What seemed to be a simple date at his place, drinking tea

Turned into one of the more peaceful days in both your lives. 

Before either of you knew it, he’d fallen asleep on your shoulder. 

Probably because he’d just returned from having to do some work at the embassy and prior to that - deal with something that’d come up back in London.

How long had it been since he’d properly slept?

Despite him being weary and tired, he’d kept his promise to go on a date with you when he returned. 

Kei’s heart’s been scarred and broken far too many times, so for this angel with tattered wings to sleep next to you

Made you smile 

He may not know how to properly express himself 

But for you? 

He’d do just about anything 

You looked at his sleeping face for just a bit longer, doing everything you could to spread this moment out longer. 

Just a bit more

Memorize his scent mixed with the smell of the tea 

Feel his soft warmth against your skin - a blanket of fortitude against the cold

Commit the sound of his breathing and the pulses of his heart to memory

Remember the way his eyelashes slightly quiver against his porcelain cheeks

Remember this moment, for the both of you 

Because honestly, you could be sent on a mission tomorrow, he could leave for London this afternoon, and you two’d never have this moment of isolated serenity again. 

Well, for a while, anyway.

Wanting to protect the resting devious angel at your shoulder, you couldn’t help but slide into a comforting rest yourself.

And there you two remain, the perfect picture of devotion and protection. Serenity and grace. How long would this illusion last? This fragile moment frozen in glass and tainted by the amber hues of the setting sun? 

Probably not long, but for what it was worth, it was worth all the while.

Boss:

A rare day off for the both of you.

It seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime thing that’d only happen well -- only once.

He’d taken you to the observatory

Just a day of walking around, looking at different constellations and sitting in that one dark room looking up at the ceiling where millions upon millions of tiny little stars gleamed

You were breath taken by the sight, and never would’ve looked away 

Except

Boss caressed your cheek with his long fingers, all the warmth and gentle care in the world seeming to be at the tips, gliding across your cheek

You look over at him 

“I love the way you look at the stars”

Embarrassed, your cheeks turning a bright rosy pink, visible even under the artificial cover of night, you cover it up with a quick quip, turning your head to the side.

“Well that’s the way you look at soy sauce.” 

Nonetheless, he chuckles and holds your head close 

Chin resting atop your head and hand running down your back, he whispers - quiet enough you almost can’t hear him;

Autumn came and went. The golden crisp of the leaves left all trees barren, surrendering to snow-covered sidewalks - gone for another year. How many seasons have I seen with Eisuke…? How many times have we been together through another fall, winter, spring, and summer? I’ve lost count - then again, I’m not really counting anymore, since we’ll have forever (and that’s a lot of seasons - not that I mind, anyway).

The chill of the autumn wind has changed to a stinging winter breeze - which has me making Eisuke’s coffee a bit warmer - so he won’t get sick. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together; I’ll always be worried about him - especially now that the weather’s a lot cooler and he doesn’t do well in the cold heh, that seems to be another thing they have in common...

Below me, Tokyo gleams and glitters - the city lights at night are certainly nothing to scoff at. Especially not from our suite. Content at how my life’s been, I sigh a bit, gripping the mug in my hands a bit tighter - searching for the warmth, letting it seep into my hands - and letting the coffee I made for myself slide down my throat, coming to rest in my stomach. As I look out into the world surrounding me, the smell of the freshly brewed coffee keeps me grounded, it’s tempting smell wafting into my nose, slightly fogging up the window when I lean too close. Everything in the world couldn’t be more perfect.

My eyes growing softer at the serene, graceful landscape below, I lean my head gently against the grand window, letting my eyes gloss over the scene below as I think about the text Eisuke sent me about four hours ago;

“I’m going to be late today. Don’t wait up for me.”

Christmas will be in one hour, and I wanted all of us to be together when the clock strikes midnight. I hope he comes home soon-

Before I can finish that thought, an ear piercing wail snaps me out of my thoughts

Poor darling, probably had a nightmare - that’s his scared cry.

Putting the cup of coffee down, I walk over to the cream painted crib situated next to the Christmas tree.

“Shhhh, shhh… It’s okay, Eito. I’m here. I’m here, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

I coo into our delicate seven-month-old baby’s ear as I pick him up and start rubbing his back.

“I promise I’ll protect you from anything and everything that ever tries to hurt you - whether it be the monsters in your dreams, the ones you’ll think hide under your bed or in your closet, and the ones disguised as ‘good people.’” I make that promise to him as I gently place a kiss on his head, adjusting him in my arms so that his head is no longer resting on my left shoulder, rather, that his head is resting in the crook of my left arm. His eyes are still shut, tears streaming from his little red eyes, but he’s calmed down a bit - the crying got a bit quieter.

“I promise I’ll always be here for you, Eito.” I whisper, kissing his tears away.

He looks just like his father - I bet Eisuke looked just like Eito when he was a baby. Eito tends to cry a lot - come to think of it, hasn’t Eiji said Eisuke was always fussy and cried a lot when he was a little kid? At least before his sister was born. I smile to myself, cradling our baby in my arms, knowing I’m probably the only person in the world who knows how similar Eisuke and Eito are. Not that Eisuke’d ever admit it, at least. ...Eiji’s really only met Eito once - when I gave birth to Eito, and even then, he looked at Eito like he was the only thing in the world that mattered - but I’m positive if Eiji were to ever visit and spend one day with Eito, he’d realize Eisuke and Eito’s similarities don’t just stop at their looks.

The crying’s stopped, and for now, Eito looks at me with those wide, beautiful brown eyes of his, and he smiles, reaching up to touch me.

“Hey, feeling better? You certainly don’t look sleepy anymore - wanna stay up with me and see your first Christmas?”

To this, he laughs - smiling myself, I decide to take that as a ‘yes.’

“I thought I told you not to wait up for me.”

The voice slightly startling me, I turn around, clutching Eito a bit tighter to my chest in the process.

“I wanted the three of us to be together - you know, for Eito’s first Christmas. And he had another nightmare, the poor baby - so I’ve been cradling him to cheer him up.” I respond, bouncing Eito in my arms, a natural smile gracing my lips as I look up at Eisuke - who responds by placing a kiss upon my lips.

“...If that’s what you want.” He says with a sigh, looking down at Eito with soft eyes and lifting his index finger to gently caress the baby’s cheek - who, in reply to his father’s tender touch, laughs and wraps his tiny fingers around Eisuke’s large one. Eisuke’s really changed since Eito was born…for starters; he gets that soft look in his eyes and smiles a lot more - especially around Eito.

With a smile, I ask Eisuke if he’d hold Eito for a bit while I make him some coffee.

When I return with Eisuke’s overly sweet coffee in tow, I find Eisuke sitting on the couch, rocking Eito back-and-forth, a warm look on his face.

“Here you go - I can hold him while you drink it.”

“I want to hold him for a bit longer.”

“Okay.” I say in agreement, inwardly screaming and trying to engrave this adorable moment in my mind forever - Eisuke rejected my coffee to hold his son

It’s 11:45 pm now, and Eisuke went to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable - I wouldn’t blame him, seems like he’s had a taxing day at work I wonder how Chisato and Sakiko are doing...I’ll stop by sometime soon and set up a date to catch up with them.

Eito’s squirming around in my arms, so I set him down on the grand, amber tainted floor - he’s been crawling recently, and I find myself eager to see which corner of the suite he travels to. This time, Eito makes a beeline for the Christmas tree, completely disappearing under it. I’m not too concerned about him going under the tree - I know it’s something I loved doing when I was a kid (it’s magical - laying under there and looking up - feeling like you’re looking at a completely different world, giving it an ethereal glow - the view of the christmas lights lighting up the tree from the inside is certainly a simple, nostalgic view worthy of competing with Tokyo’s midnight skyline) - so for the fun of it, I decide to follow him under the tree.

Mildly surprised I fit under the tree, I see Eito laughing - he’s sitting perfectly by the base of the tree, looking straight at me. Finding him adorable, I bring him towards me, carefully, taking special care not to accidentally whack him in the face with a stray branch, and not give him rug burn - even though it would be nigh impossible, considering he’s wearing his white and blue dinosaur print footsies. I bring him around to my left and tickle him a bit, laughing with him and enjoying this moment of peace.

Seconds later, Eisuke enters the room, and I stop tickling Eito - suddenly turning this into a game of hide-and-seek. Luckily, Eito seems to catch on, blissfully looking up at me, silently flapping his little arms in the air.

“Where are they…?” Eisuke asks himself, his feet coming to a stop in front of my face. I try not to look up - else he’d find us, and wanting to keep the game going for a bit, I bring one hand up to stifle my laughs. Unfortunately, Eito gives us up with a little giggle.

In no time at all, Eisuke bends down and we’re face-to-face. He wastes no time in scolding me or for that matter, doesn’t bother to ask why I’m under the tree with Eito - he just sighs.

“What are you doing under there?” He asks, looking painfully exhausted.

“Get under here with us!” I exclaim, laughing with Eito, who, giggling, reaches out towards his father.

“Why would I do that?” He asks, giving me a hard time while he gives Eito his index finger to play with (and, as Eito planned, to suck on).

“Just come on!” I insist.

“...fine.” he grumbles, trying his best to get under the tree without knocking it down.

He’s decided to go on the other side of the tree, keeping Eito between us.

“You know you’re a handful, right?” He asks, trying his best to sound annoyed with me; but deep down, I know he’s not really annoyed - he likes it. It’s because I can be a “handful” that he’s not “bored,” as he would have said, once upon a time.

“You love it.” I retort, my eyes glued to little Eito, as he laughs and reaches up towards a red ornament hanging on one of the lower parts of the tree.

We remain like that under the tree for a while, the smell of pine weaving its way into my hair, the christmas lights twinkling softly above us, the effect being amplified only after the lights in the living room were shut off. Eisuke’s eyes remain content, and soft - resting on Eito and his innocent antics. My heart set at peace, knowing my husband is by my side, our baby is nestled safely between us, and has seen the transition from Christmas eve to his first Christmas. In that moment, we seem untouchable - and it feels like nothing in the world could harm us, take our joy away, or tarnish this harmony we’ve found at last. For a moment, it feels like the warm lights above our heads are enough to keep us safe, protected.

Bonus:

After a while of laying under the Christmas tree with Eisuke and Eito, Eito decides he wants to explore some other part of the suit. Eisuke and I spend a few more minutes under the rich forest green tree, gazing at each other - and share a secret kiss beneath the chorus of the gleaming lights above us.

“Thank you.” He whispers, holding my head close to his.

Curious as to what he means, I merely tilt my head to the side and give him a quizzical look, to which he explains;

“For never giving up on me. For staying by my side. For giving me Eito.” I smile despite myself, and in response, decide to cup his face and softly kiss him.

Then he whispers into the kiss, “I love you.”

Smiling, I say it back, and slide out from under the tree.

Once I’m out, I take the mugs of coffee out of the living room - both mine that’s still half full, and Eisuke’s, which is completely empty.

After I spend a few minutes in the kitchen cleaning the mugs, I return to the living room, my heart swelling at the sight before me;

Eisuke’s fallen asleep in a sitting position on the couch, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his eyelids heavy with the pull of sleep holding them down. And resting atop his chest is none other than Eito, tranquility the scene on his face as he sleeps on Eisuke’s chest - his little mind free of nightmares Eito never has nightmares when Eisuke’s around. Even in sleep Eisuke finds a way to keep Eito safe and secure; he has his right arm holding onto Eito, guarding him even while he rests (Eisuke’s way of saying he’ll forever protect Eito no matter what - I’m sure of it).

            I let out what must have been the longest sigh of my life after entering my apartment for the first time in a month. The Boss said this mission would require me to travel - quite a bit - first  to London, and after that, he said I’d have to be prepared to travel anywhere in the world at the drop of a hat - since the target’s notorious for traveling absolutely everywhere whenever he damn pleases. Sadly, that’s exactly what happened. Everytime the target went from country to country, I had to follow suit...and it was draining. 

“Whoever that girl is accompanying that damn Ichinomiya sure has her hands full.” 

              The mission had been to follow Ichinomiya and track his movements until the Boss received further word on what the client wanted - they were unusually broad - when suddenly, just yesterday, the client dropped the case against Ichinomiya. A bit suspicious, but we’re not to interfere with anything beyond our jurisdiction. 

            The couch looks especially inviting to me - now that I think about it, I’ve got some free time before The Boss gives me another mission - which probably isn’t that much time. I know what I’ll do. Sit on the couch with Lady Borden and watch Tom Cruise. An exhausted sigh escapes me, as I get ready for a little relaxation. I’ll tell Kazuomi I’m home later -- I want some time to myself for now.

Unfortunately, this doesn’t seem to be the case. 

Not a full minute after thinking that, my phone buzzes. 

“You’re back and you didn’t stop by to say ‘hello’ ? :( ” 

Damn Kazuomi.

Deciding I’d rather not open the text (I opted to read it from the notification bar), I set my phone down on the coffee table. I will not deal with him tonight.

            I’d called Kazuomi when I was in New York, after traveling from London, trailing Mr. Ichinomiya. It was a simple update - letting him know I was coming home soon all I had told him was I followed the target from London to New York. Then the most absurd thing happened.

“Oh Eisuke? He’s your target?” Kazuomi asks into the phone, not sounding the least bit surprised.

“Wait - how do you know him?” Am I really surprised that Kazuomi happens to know the CEO of the Ichinomiya Group? No. Am I surprised he already seems to know who my target is after mentioning which countries I tailed them from and my mission when I’ve not said a solid word to him about it? Mildly. 

“We do business together - I’ll leave it at that.” God I don’t like the sound of that one bit. “Anyway, when are you coming back home? I miss hearing your moans” he says with a dark chuckle. 

Disguising the anticipation in my voice, I reply “Soon. Anyway, would you happen to know why the mission was dropped so suddenly?”

“Why would I know?” 

“Because apparently you two are business partners and from what I gathered tailing him for a month and knowing how you work for over twelve, you two seem to always … how should I say this? Handle your problems suspiciously well. Too well.” 

He chuckles a bit and darkly says 

“Well, it’s no fun if I just tell you how it works, right, Arisa? Remember how you made me work to get you to reveal your true name to me?”

I’d gotten tired of hearing his inept tone of voice, so I hung up.

Now, however, not even a full five minutes after his text, my door opens. 

And in walks the devil himself, acting like he owns the damn place. 

“Why didn’t you reply to my text?” 

“Why don’t you tell me how you know Eisuke and why the mission was dropped?” 

His lips quirk up and his eyes narrow with every step he takes towards me - the damn bastard’s enjoying this.

“I asked you first.”

“I live here, I get to ask the questions.”

“I don’t like having to answer questions relating to other men.”

“Well, you’ll have to if it means someone’s sleeping at the bottom of Tokyo Bay.”

“Touché, well played.” He says, his eyes zeroing in on me, hands in his pockets, taking a final step closer to me. 

No way in hell I’m going to back down. Especially not in my own home.

“Okay. So what do you know about Eisuke Ichinomiya and the mission suddenly being dropped?” I snap at him, glaring daggers in his direction.

“I thought I told you I don’t like answering questions about other men.” He said, now so close his face is all I see - god, I hate to admit it, but I kinda missed him while I was away - his warmth...the pleasure...and soaring highs he gives me... crap! I could moan just thinking about it. But no way in hell am I gonna tell him that. ...or give him that satisfaction, for that matter! 

“I missed you, you know.” He says, making me think he could read my mind.

“Yeah? Well if I were you, I’d miss me too.” He chuckles a bit. 

“Cute.” 

            That’s the last thing he says before wrapping one arm around my waist, and slowly slipping the other up my shirt. Alright, if you want to play a game, then let’s play. I tilt my head to the side and claim his mouth - our tongues sliding against each other, fighting for dominance. It’s the kind of kiss that stokes the flames of the fire deep within both of us - the one that can’t ever be extinguished. It’s name: passion, desire, lust. I swear, you’re not gonna win this round.

            I pull back from the intense kiss, needing air, but Kazuomi seems to have a different idea; he takes the hand that was around my waist and brings it up to the back of my head - pushing our lips against each other again. And so begins, our excruciatingly long night of lust. 

            At the force of contact, I rub my hips against his, moaning into the kiss, and soliciting a groan from him. Heart pounding heavily in my chest - from the contact and for wanting him for so long - my hands roam his body, feel his sculpted chest through his shirt... his firm biceps through his sleeves, and dragging my nails down his abdomen. God how I missed him.

            Mimicking my touch, Kazuomi moves his arm from behind my head to explore my thighs - caressing my back as his hand travels lower and lower. The hand under my shirt fondles my breasts over my bra. 

             As if thinking the same thing at the same time, we move our heads away from one another, drawing in deep breaths of air, filling our lungs - christ knows I’d need the air for all the screaming and moaning I’d be doing. 

            His big hand stroking my inner left thigh still, I rub my thighs together, wanting to feel his hand travel higher still - feel how wet I was from a simple kiss. I don’t care if it earns me more snarky comments, I want him deep inside me - I want him now. 

            Kazuomi smiles darkly, inching his hand higher up my thigh like I want him to, only to suddenly retract his hand completely, making me instinctively whine. 

“Ooh, that’s a pleasant sound. And I’m the only one who can make you do it, aren’t I?” 

No way in hell am I letting you win this-

My own devilish smirk at my lips encased in his saliva, my nails pause their roaming actions on his body. Instead, my eyes are locked with his as my nails and body begin their leisurely descent down. I’m on my knees and my nails are wrapped around his belt buckle. My eyes move to the bulge before my face, and I smile, imagining how hard he’ll be - and that I’m the only one who gets to feel the pleasure his pulsing cock gives me. 

            I unbuckle his belt and remove it - tossing it to the side, slowly unzipping his pants, taking my time bringing them down; I can’t let him know how much I’m enjoying this (now, at least), plus, when I move slow like this, it makes him squirm. Seeing a little bit of precum stain his boxers, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. Heh. I did that.

            Feeling excited for what’s to come, I pull his boxers down, freeing his member of it’s tight constraints. Smirking to myself, I cup his balls with one hand, and use my other to smooth the bit of precum over his tip before kissing it. He’s really sensitive… must be, after a month of no sex…afterall, I’m very sensitive myself right now. I waste no time in taking as much of him as I can into my mouth - letting that sensitive vein underneath his cock scrape my bottom teeth, and swirling my tongue along his thick, pulsing member. In doing so, I earn a hiss from Kazuomi. My eyes flick up in time to see him throw his head back - suddenly, his hand found its way to the back of my head, grabbing a fistfull of my hair and shoving my face closer to his cock. Of course, I’d been working on my gag reflex, and it’s paid off! He’s gotten so far into my mouth I can feel his tip scrapping the back of my throat, it’s not like I mind - after all, I am the one on my knees (of my own volition, nonetheless). Wanting to see what face he’d make, I moan, the extra vibrations around his cock giving him more pleasure. Still, wanting to give him more, I begin pumping the inches I couldn’t fit into my mouth and hollow out my cheeks. 

“Fucking -- shit -- fuck -- I missed your mouth, ___ -- damn” 

            Hearing him cuss at the pleasure I bring him is what I’ve been waiting for - his breathing is getting heavy, and his chest rises and falls with every heavy breath he takes in, increasing as the rhythm at which my hands palm his balls, my pumping, and taking him into my mouth steadily climbs up. Contented at the face he’s making...the words of profanity falling from his lips - I start moaning; making more vibrations for him to get off on. The fire within me grows to new heights - practically setting my insides ablaze, ready to explode - we’ve both been craving this; I rub my thighs together even as I sit here, on my knees, wanting nothing more than for him to ram into me til the sun comes out. I pump him slightly faster when I feel his grip on my hair get that much tighter, making me look up - he groans and cusses some more;

“Dammit, ___, I’m - I’m gonna… Fucking hell, I missed your tongue” 

            Content, and pleased that I’m about to bring him to his release, I hum, making his eyes close tighter yet, and I hear his breath hitch - at the exact moment I feel a warm substance go down my throat. Taking care not to choke, I slowly bring his cock out of my mouth, swallowing his seed, looking him dead in the eye as I do so. Smirking, I take his hard cock in my hand again, this time only bringing it to my lips to place a gentle kiss on its tip, before Kazuomi releases my hair and grabs me by my shoulders. He brings me to my feet and pushes me towards the couch. 

            I strip him of his blazer and shirt, while he practically rips my shirt off - skillfully unhooking my bra in the process - and yanks my skirt along with my panties down - the air fresh and a bit chilly to my hot, wet pussy. Then he hurriedly guides me down so that I’m sprawled out on the couch - his eyes are dark - darker than I’ve ever seen them, and they’re looking at one thing: my pussy. He smirks, remarking;

“Look at how wet you are for me - even when you sucked me off, you got this drenched?” 

 I don’t even have a chance to reply before he pushes two of his long digits into my pussy - in an instant, my mind goes blank - my eyes flying shut - I can’t think of any snarky reply or anything but him or the pleasure he’s giving me. 

“Craa-ah-ahp” I choke out - breathing heavily. 

            His cock isn’t inside me yet, and I’m already breathing heavily, gritting my teeth together, in anticipation of what’s to come. He begins thrusting his fingers - not bothering to warm me up to it, he just starts at a rapid pace, his other hand toying with my clit. Already, he has me grasping at the couch, clutching at it, looking to dig my nails into something - anything at all. Steadily forcing myself to open my eyes, I see the devil himself, smirking at me from above. 

“You look good from up here.” He comments before burying his head in my neck, nipping at the flesh there with his teeth, leaving a mark. That’s gonna be a bitch to cover. Then he puts a third finger into my pussy, making me want to scream, but I’m only able to let my mouth hang open, heart racing - excited - about the satisfaction he’s giving me. Then he takes my mouth - our tongues fighting once again for dominance. 

            Then he pulls away - making me whine again at the loss of his heat, the heat I crave and have been craving for the past month. What I was able to do so easily a few minutes ago, I now find being the hardest thing I’ve ever done; opening my eyes. Eyes half open, I see Kazuomi above me, coated with sweat, his bangs sticking prettily to his forehead. 

“What do you want me to do?” He cruelly asks me from above.

Trying to form words, I end up whining - and ask him with my body instead; raising my hips to meet him as my response. 

“Cute. But I want you to tell me what you want. Use your words, ____.” His smile is as cruel and sadistic as ever - and that tone, it’s dripping with confidence. Damn bastard. Trying to steady my breathing, I choke out;

“I...I...wa...want...you...I...want you...to...to ram...into my pussy, Dammit!” As if that stupid smirk on his face couldn’t get any snarkier, it does. 

“Good girl.”

And with that, I shut my eyes, and cling onto the couch a little harder, expecting to feel the mind-numbing sensation of his cock being shoved into my pussy - but I don’t feel it. Wondering what he’s doing, I open my eyes again, and I see him above me. His hand has his cock aligned with my throbbing core, and the second we make eye contact, he rams himself into me, practically making me scream. 

“Good, that’s what I want to hear - don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream.” He whispers into my ear, making me dig my nails into the couch cushions. 

            His hands now free, he guides my hands and places them on his back, then he moves to biting and teasing at my flesh - leaving yet more hickies whilst one hand continues to move in circular motions around my clit, the other spreading my legs just a bit further apart before his palm caresses my every curve. His hips are moving at an inhuman pace - somehow hitting my g-spot with every thrust, seemingly without effort. My pussy throbs, my walls constricting around his cock, earning another groan from him, then he says; 

“Don’t you dare cum yet.” Soliciting a whine from me, my eyes clenched shut, focused on delaying my release - ignoring the white inferno ready to burst deep within my core. 

He thrusts his hips into me some more as he moves one hand to caress my cheek then move my bangs, previously stuck to my sweaty forehead, then whispers sweetly into my ear;

“I missed you.” 

I move my hands up from his back to the back of his head, pulling him down so I’m able to kiss him. But it doesn’t last very long, as in a strained, husky voice, he pulls away, saying; 

“Cum with me” ...and I do.

I scream in pure bliss - relishing in the flash of white that briefly takes over everything, my senses heightened by a million. 

Kazuomi’s trusts falter a bit, his seed painting my walls and claiming them as his own. But he still tries to prolong both our highs by continuing to thrust. 

Then he slows down, and pulls out of me. 

Somehow, in some swift motion, he’s able to flip us - so that he’s laying on the couch and I’m laying atop him. No matter. We’re both together, and that’s what matters. 

But not forgetting what got us here, I ask him (after catching my breath, and feeling my heart calm down a bit), my head resting on his chiseled chest, his arm wrapped lazily around my body; 

“What do you know about Eisuke Ichinomiya and why was the mission cancelled so suddenly?” 

To which I hear a chuckle and his response;

“I haven’t spoken to him in about six months. I don’t know why your mission was cancelled - maybe Eisuke’s friend in the mafia took care of the guy? I really don’t know.”

Sighing and shaking my head with what little energy I have left, I mumble with a slight smile; 

“You…are impossible.” I give up, silently thankful he’s still the same Kazuomi after all this time together.  

“You’d be bored without me.” He retorts, running his hands through my dampened hair. 

“So would you.” I say, intent on having the last word, to which he chuckles.

Kazuomi:

You were a flower. The most graceful thing he’d ever come across

Everything literally dulled around you

He loved your passion, wit, and sharp tongue.

You were the only one who’d ever really challenged him and didn’t succumb to his charisma.

Maybe he liked the chase

Or maybe it was you he liked - maybe it wasn’t the chase

Was it the way you made him feel?

The way your hair’d fall elegantly, perfectly, gracefully down your back with no effort?

Was it how you never gave him a moment’s peace?

Whatever it was, you were all he could think about

Had the situation been different - one little thing changed -

If he’d been the one to offer you a ride to Raven Resort, maybe none of you’d be in this situation.

But that didn’t happen.

And he knew even if he’d offer to pick you up and bring you to the resort, you’d probably swat his hand away and give him another tough time.

Maybe - if he’d just opened his mouth that one night and told you how he felt, he’d be able to give you the roses and see your smile - that is, if Arisa Mifune could smile.

Either way, he wouldn’t be putting the roses here.

Laying them atop your headstone, that is.

They say it was an accident - you were on your way to the resort like Kazuomi’d asked you,

...but you never made it.

A robbery, they called it.

But it wasn’t true and he knew it.

You could take on any man four times your size, but you were still gone.

This was no normal robbery.

This was something much larger, and he knew it.

But he couldn’t do anything about it.

Ever since he heard about your death, he stopped functioning.

He tried to find comfort in the resorts he built - where you felt needed, where you felt like you belonged and weren’t alone.

But that didn’t work.

Yuzuru and Kei tried to cheer him up, but he was a broken man.

No amount of whiskey could fill him -

Hell, he lacked the energy to talk to other people.

His charisma dulled, and every woman who threw herself at him - he was repulsed to look at.

They weren’t you.

Then again

He believed he would have you if he’d been a man and admitted how he felt about you earlier.

But for now and probably for the rest of his painful life, he’d live solely to regret not being there for you. He really believes it was his fault.

Yuzuru

You two were the happiest people in the world

Kazuomi and Kei’d always make little jabs at you two here and there

Occasionally Victoria would say something to make you blush - even if it was reminding you you had access to Yuzu’s room (plus his special one), or reading Yuzu’s temperature out loud whenever things got steamy.

You were the only one who was capable of making the ringing in his ears stop.

He was at peace with you

And the woman you’d revealed yourself to be - not just the real you, the woman you’d grown to become as well - he found, was never meant to be his in the first place.

You were hanging around with Yuzuru as usual.

Wondering about the latest bit of tech he was perfecting.

When there was an unfortunate accident.

You were tagging along slightly behind Yuzuru, asking him a bunch of questions - ones you’ve already asked, but wanted to ask again just to annoy him a bit

“What’s the new techy thing you’re working on again, Yuzuru?”

“When’s it gonna be released?”

“How does it work?”

“Who is it meant for?”

“Can I help?”

He didn’t mind the questions

He thought they were cute - even if it was the hundred-millionth time you’d asked

Plus he chose to see it as you taking an interest in his work ...not just you actively deciding to annoy him

On one of these days, however - one of the rare days you’d followed him to work

A flood light fell.

They were working on the ceiling, and one of the workers shifted a certain way

Accidentally knocking a heavy, steel flood light off the ladder it was resting on.

It hit you on the head.

When Yuzuru heard the BAM and your cry - he turned around like no one’s business

He was all over you in a millisecond.

Your robotic boyfriend was full of concern - petrified for you.

You were lucky you didn’t black out

Or, for that matter, that all there was to prove the incident ever happened, was a red bruise forming on the top of your head, under your hair.

That and, at the moment, throbbing pain.

It hurt so bad and you were in so much shock you didn’t speak.

You tried not to cry

But you did - and they were silent tears.

Alarmed, Yuzuru took you to the ER.

After a while, the doctors said you were fine - even taking a CAT scan just to be safe.

At first, you seemed to be normal. So they let you go.

Still, Yuzuru was so very concerned about you.

He insisted on staying around you 24/7

But you insisted you were fine.

Unfortunately, that bright smile you gave him on that last day was the last time you knew who he was.  

In less than three days since the accident, Yuzuru noticed a change in you.

You were different

But he didn’t know exactly how you were different, he just knew.

One evening, you stumbled upon the door in his living room - the one with the picture of his family when he was younger - and you said something.

“Hey, what’s this?”

That’s when his worst fears were realized.

Something definitely happened. And you most certainly were not okay or “fine.”

He took you to a neurologist

They did an MRI scan and an EEG scan.

That’s when they found the problem.

Your amygdala was damaged.

It controlled your memories, personality, and judgement calls.

He knew you weren’t the same

He paid for the best doctors his money could buy - the best in the country

You had a surgery to help repair your amygdala

But your chances weren’t very good -

The doctors explained that to him a thousand times over

When you woke up, Yuzuru Shiba had been wiped from your memory.

Your memories, your secret promises -- gone.

That fast, someone Yuzuru cared about so much, was gone.

So he did what he thought was best and let you go

Of course, he only did this after a year of caring for you and trying to get you to remember him -

But someone else caught your eye.

And he had to let you go.

He decided he’d remember your time together - for the both of you.

He’d never see that dazzling smile aimed towards him ever again.

Your smile, laugh, relentless questions, and heart all belonged to someone else now.

Kei

He’s never known how to communicate his emotions.

It’s just something he’s always struggled with.

He liked you, he really did

He was just too conflicted on how to show it.

He thought pain and bondage were the best way to show he cared for you

But he just didn’t understand

That you’d never get the hint if he continued that way of expressing himself.

Had you tried to understand the eccentric Kei?

Yes. Yes, you have.

You’d tried communicating with him for over six months and trying to explain what you felt towards him

But he just…only knew how to communicate his feelings of affection for you by causing you pain and bondage.

He thought if he let you catch him with another woman in bed, the pain would be so much for you, you’d be bound to understand his overwhelming love for you

But it didn’t necessarily go as planned.

When you saw him in bed with her, you were done.

You packed your bags and left.

A few months later, Kei spotted you at a café with some guy

You made eye contact with Kei, standing there across the street, head tilted to the side, silently observing you two

And you moved closer to the gentleman you were sitting with - unbeknownst to Kei, he was a target.

You placed a gentle finger on the man’s arm, and directed all your attention towards him.

Kei, ignorant to the fact the man you were sitting with was your target, decided to let you be.

If you were happier with someone else, then so be it.  

Boss

He should have never sent you on that mission.

The one that’d be your last.

There is no “worst part” for him.

Every second he lived out while you were in this state was hell to him.

You two were lovers.

Finally, after god knows how many years of you crushing on him and him secretly side-eyeing you.

He finally had you -

And he was happy

When it lasted, of course

But god, or whoever runs the universe - he’s lost all faith in anything - is a sadistic son of a bitch.

But he knew he couldn’t blame something on this like the universe

No

It was his own fault

For sending you on that mission

He knew it was dangerous

And he told you so

But you wanted to do the mission anyway

And he assigned the mission to you, trusting only you - since you were his number one agent

His protégé.

Now you were also the only thing he could think about

Night and day.

Tormented by the smile he knew he’d never see again.

That laugh he’d never hear.

The feeling of his arms around you.

None of it.

He’d lost it.

Forever.

Rather, he believed he threw it away.

Something went wrong during the mission, and what’s worse, you weren’t even dead.

You were still alive.

But you had to live out your days in a coma.

Practically brain dead.

The doctors said it wasn't good.

That your chances were slim to none

But he still visited you every day.

Held your hand

Played with your hair.

Before, he brought Hugo to do your hair and make up for your anniversary.

But Hugo just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Since then, it’s been him, the nurses, and doctors walking in and out of your room.

He visited you not only because he loved you or he felt guilty, rather,

He believed he had to have hope that you’d wake up.

That one day your eyes would open, you’d groan and this horrible, terrible nightmare would cease to exist.

He had to believe it.

It’s what happened in movies, right?

He had to believe you’d wake up.

He just had to.

Afterall, you’d wake up.