#harusame

Walking through the empty halls of the Harusame ship all by yourself was something that most humans, and even other amantos, would see as far too dangerous to even consider. After all, the Space Pirates Harusame, were viewed as the largest crime syndicate in the entire universe. Still, the mere knowledge did not stop you from pursuing a spot in the mentioned organization.

Your eyes scanned the surroundings in search of some form of entertainment until your sensitive ears picked up on some familiar noises quite far away from where you had currently stopped. The longer you listened however, the more you began to notice just how similar they sounded to ones of a goat screaming at the top of its lungs. And of course, not wanting to miss out on the fun, you lazily began to walk in the direction in which the training room was located.

Whistling in sync with your steps, hands still in your pockets, you swiftly kicked open the closed doors that were separating you from the commotion. An awestruck expression crossing your features as you sat down on a bench near the exit, while lifting your left leg over the other. Your palms, placed on each side of the bench, as you tilted your upper body over your thighs in the process. Everything about your posture, expressing just how excited this scene was making you.

Right before your eyes was a certain vermillion haired amanto performing a literal mass murder, considering the amount of yatos that were jointly attacking him. And despite being completely alone, the commander of the 7th division still somehow managed to completely overwhelm all his subordinates.

You had always been fascinated by the young commander, despite his psychotic reputation. The way his long vibrant hair would flow elegantly through the air, accompanied by that bloodthirsty expression that would sometimes make your knees feel like jelly. It was a beautiful combination of spring and winter, warmth and cold, fire and water, vermillion and blue. And you would become so entranced by it that your surroundings would cease to exist.

Soon, you'd forget about the numerous unconscious bodies that would lay across the open field. Gaze solely fixated on the male's oblivious figure. And as animalistic as Kamui was, even he would always fail to notice your presence unless you wanted him to do otherwise.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The commander's voice suddenly echoed through the large training room, forcing the sound of careful, yet still noticeable, footsteps into an abrupt stop. Obviously that question was meant for Abuto, as the addressed male shakily turned his attention toward his superior. The visible beads of sweat that were trailing down his forehead and neck, making it all the more apparent.

Had you been like any other human being, or as your fellow amantos liked to describe it: not lacking a fist-sized organ that pumps blood throughout the entire body, the first emotion that you were supposed to express would probably have been concern. Maybe even worry or anxiety, but certainly not amusement and anticipation.

"Commander, don't you think it would be better for you to have a rest first? That looked pretty intense." The male was obviously trying to avoid the younger yato's demand. Though, from your perspective, his attempts seemed to be futile.

Not that you cared. Quite the opposite. A small part of you felt slightly curious over how long this man would possibly be able to stand against the 7th division commander. You have heard stories about Abuto and knew that he was stronger than an average yato. Obviously not Umibōzu level, but still decent.

As far as you were concerned however, you were more interested in whether Kamui had already surpassed his father or not. Since you up until this day, did not have the luck to meet the man in person. 

Though, based on the information that you've obtained, he was definitely not weaker at this point. And watching as the young amanto completely destroyed the unfortunate man without even batting an eyelash, made you subconsciously wonder just how strong his father must have been to have a son with such promising abilities.

Boredom was a dangerous disease and once you caught the infection it would be almost impossible to find a cure. Because once it had infiltrated your body, no matter what you do and how entertaining you had considered it at the beginning, everything would from that point on seem equally boring.

It was much like a never ending circle. And for some reason, once you had found yourself looping within it, there was no way out of it. You'd never get the same thrill from the things you once loved and will have no other choice but to find something new to keep you afloat. And perhaps, this little in-between moment, was the most dreadful part of it all. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

To you, that vermillion haired amanto was a way to evade this circle. He was entertaining to watch, as well as you found certain similarities to stop you from falling into a hole of complete self despair. His presence, as well as existence in whole, made you believe that you were not the insane sociopath that everyone else claimed you to be. Sure the two of you never spoke, but just watching was enough for you to understand that you were not alone in this godforsaken universe.

It was an unhealthy obsession. You knew. But then again. Everything about you was unhealthy. And you have lived this way your entire life. This abnormality, one of the main reasons that you've managed to survive thus far. So what was the point in changing if it would help you achieve nothing?

Though, recently you have come to notice a familiar feeling of dread invading your senses. Perhaps watching was not enough anymore. You needed something else. Something more intense. Until a light bulb suddenly appeared, making your eyes sparkle in realization. Perhaps what you needed was to actually participate. To exist in the commotion. Or even better. To create.

Keeping this in mind, your eyes began to travel around the dining hall until they fixed themselves onto a rather noticeable figure with a mountain of food placed on the table. You still had no idea what was likely to catch your, or anyone's, attention at all. Was it the food or was it the amanto shoving everything down its throat? What you did know however, was that eating was probably the only thing about the 7th division commander that you did not find too attractive. Amusing, yes. Appealing, no.

But, since you had finally found your target, which was not all that hard you might add, you decided not to dwell on those thoughts and simply continue with your current mission. Abuto was the first to notice your appearance, though you were pretty sure that his superior had too, but simply chose to ignore you.

The older yato arched an eyebrow at you as a silent way of asking why you had decided to approach them. But, instead of answering, you simply waved a hello while letting a fox-like smile present itself on your face, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Is it alright if I sit with you fellas?” You asked airly, gazing at the vice captain since you had figured that the commander probably wasn't going to engage in any type of conversation with you. Yet, at least. Not waiting for an actual response, you simply made yourself comfortable at the empty seat beside the younger yato. Which, of course, earned a sweat-drop from the other.

Abuto eyed you carefully, knowing exactly who you were. He had heard a lot of the other amantos speak about you and your reputation wasn't one to take lightly. As an information broker, it was no wonder you were constantly perceived as a sly and questionable individual who still somehow managed to climb his way towards the top of the hierarchy of the Harusame Pirates. Becoming one of the most valuable and trustworthy assets for their leaders.

Which was why the older amanto couldn't help but wonder why you had decided to join them. Had the Elders begun questioning their loyalty and decided to send you to confirm their suspicions? Obviously, the man was probably overthinking this. But due to your reputation it wasn’t strange that he had a hard time trusting your intentions. Since not even once, after joining the Space Pirates, had you tried to strike a conversation with the two.

Kamui, on the other hand, did not seem to be too bothered by your presence. Firstly: Abuto was pretty sure the younger male had no idea who you were. And secondly: knowing the other amanto, he probably deemed you far too weak to be acknowledged. Which wasn't all that strange, considering how skinny you were.

Though, it was quite hard to pinpoint whether that really was the case, noting the baggy clothes that you were wearing did everything but show off any possible hidden muscles. And let’s not forget the glasses that made you seem even more harmless if that was possible. In other words: you looked like a stereotypical computer geek, but with a very shady past. 

"Do you mind if I touch your hair?" Abuto could swear he almost choked as those words left your mouth. His attention, going to your figure straight away making him even more baffled. Your right cheek was resting on the palm of your hand with your elbow placed on the table. The same smile that you wore ever since you had approached them, still present. 

Everything about your posture screamed relaxed. Which was anything but normal, since you were speaking with the 7th division commander of the Harusame Pirates. And if your previous actions had made him question your sanity, then one could only imagine what Abuto must've felt when you reached out for the other male's braid. 

The blank look Kamui was giving you, doing nothing to calm the older man’s nerves. He could only hope his superior wouldn't do anything rash. Everyone knew just how valuable you were for the Elders and Abuto was sure that they'd choose you over them any day.

"Say Abuto, who is this? I can't smell any ounce of fear emitting from him." The vermillion haired boy asked cheerfully, which caused a shiver to run down the vice captain’s spine. Abuto smiled shakily at the duo, fake coughing a few times, before speaking. 

"This is [Last name] [Name], he's the go-to guy when you need info regarding a mission or a target." You saluted as the male finished his short explanation. Expertly hiding your disappointment at the commander's reaction. Sure, his smiling face was cute. But you were hoping for something different. Or rather said: unexpected. 

A slight pout was starting to make itself visible on your face as you continued to play with the male's braid. Kamui was looking at you in a curious, yet slightly annoyed, fashion, while Abuto had now decided to solely pay attention to his food. You figured that was because the younger amanto was almost done with his mountain and was afraid that he would most likely eat up Abuto's if he would not finish his meal soon. 

An idea soon entered your mind as you observed how the other male's gaze wandered toward his braid every once in a while. The action was barely noticeable, had you not been watching him so intently.

You remembered his reaction when you touched his hair. His long silky hair that you were definitely not jealous of. A smirk tugged its way at the corner of your lips as you thought about your next move.

"Your hair is so soft and it smells so nice." You stated, lifting his braid tentatively, letting it almost touch your nose.

"What shampoo do you use? You see, my hair is nowhere as soft as yours, far too messy and coarse. So I’d like to know your secret.” Your calculated gaze did not fail to notice the small twitch of the other boy's eye. Kamui was obviously having a hard time dealing with you. Though, you couldn't help but wonder why he still had not made a move to kill you, since he had never been one to keep his temper in check. As far as you know, that is.

Abuto, on the other hand, was doing his best not to get dragged into the crossfire. He could already sense the change in the atmosphere and had an idea of what this was going to lead to. What he did not understand however, was the reason behind your actions. Were you suicidal? No, there must have been another reason. But none of the explanations that he had come up with regarding your behavior made any sense.

So instead, he was trying to make himself look as small as possible. Hoping that he'd find a safe moment to escape undetected. The last thing he wanted right now, was to deal with an angry commander who's probably going to go on a rampage if you would not stop soon. Which you obviously were not planning to do.

“Do you mind if I unbraid your hair? I'd like to know what it feels like to brush it." Your amusement was increasing by each passing second as you watched his composure crumble right before your eyes. You just needed to choose the next words more carefully. Find something that would surely trigger his anger. You had already managed to gain a reaction that nobody else has had the luxury to witness. But you were far too greedy to let such a great opportunity go to waste. 

"Though, I guess I can understand why you make sure to braid it before going out in public. Now that I think of it, you would kinda look like a girl if you had ever decided to let your hair loose." If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under by now. Kamui narrowed his eyes at you harshly, fists turning white over how tightly he was clenching them. A smile that was similar to yours, slowly creeping up on his face, albeit strained. 

"I dare you to say one more word, pest." The young amato's voice was strained, the last word sounding very much like a hiss coming from a snake. His pale, slender-like fingers, wrapping around the silky braid, tugging it away from your grip rather harshly. 

The vice captain swallowed thickly, not sure of what he should do. Obviously, he could not tell the younger male to leave, since Kamui would never listen to him. Even when the boy was in a good mood, would his attempts always remain futile. And telling you to stop was definitely going to be a pointless persuasion. He just hoped his commander wouldn’t kill you. Abuto really didn't want to deal with the aftermath of both males' stupid actions. 

"Oh, I know! You probably keep it braided because it reminds you of your mother. I've seen the way your father looks, you surely are nothing ali-" 

Abuto was sure he could feel his soul leave his body as he watched the way your scrawny looking figure smashed into the nearest wall. Leaving a bunch of very thick and deep cracks to surround your body in the process. He didn't know what he should be more scared of. Your lifeless body or the dark aura surrounding the young commander that was currently sitting opposite of him. 

"Commander! Do you have any idea of what the Elders will do to you once they'll hear about this?" Kamui, however, was not listening, far too occupied by his own thoughts. 

How the hell did you know about his mother? The only person who's ever had the luxury to have this knowledge was Abuto. And even that was solely because the two of them had met at an unfortunate time. Though, his thoughts came to a halt, as the dining hall was soon filled with a loud, piercing sound. 

There you were, lying on the floor, while crouching your stomach as you died from uncontrollable laughter. At first, Abuto thought it was out of agony. Perhaps you were just in a state of shock. However, his conclusion was proven wrong as he saw no indication of you being in any pain. 

The other amantos were just staring at you with sweat-drops, while those that were closer to you merely rolled their eyes at your antics. Most members of the Harusame were already aware of your high pain tolerance. As well as some yatos that got to experience it first hand. 

They were no strangers to your addiction to chaos. You just loved to cause problems. It was like a drug to you. Which was why no one got surprised by the words that soon left your mouth. 

"Was that really all you got? I bet your sister could do better."

The following few weeks were quite interesting to say the least. Ever since the incident, Abuto couldn’t help but notice that you had become almost a regularity in their everyday lives. Whenever you and the 7th division commander would pass each other in the hallways, you'd always find a way to get under his skin. While Kamui would respond to you with a very inventive threat. 

The whole interaction was quite amusing to watch. It wasn't every day you'd meet a person who'd manage to irritate Kamui so easily. If anything, it had always been the other way around. Though, there was also a part of him that couldn't help but feel worried. A nagging anxiety that some day Kamui would finally snap. It was a miracle that he up until this day, still had not even laid a finger on you. 

Though, whether he liked it or not, Abuto knew that sooner or later that day would come. The day when all hell would break loose. Which was apparently today. All because of just how imaginative you were when it came to creating new insults. As well as being aware of the amount of personal information that you have somehow managed to obtain. 

And now here he was. Standing at the entrance of the dining hall, which was for the first time in history, completely empty. Well, except for the two figures that were currently occupying the entire space. 

Not even once since he had met Kamui, had the male ever seen him so angry. That must have been the reason as to why none of the other amantos had the guts to enter their so-called 'battle arena'. And if Abuto didn't know any better, it could almost be perceived as if the two of you were dancing. Well, ignoring all the flying chairs that were thrown in your direction. 

Abuto was surprised over how agile you were. Not even once since your 'battle' had started, had Kamui managed to land a proper hit on you. You were so swift in your motions, that you almost looked like a leaf floating in the air. Graceful. Yet there was something in the way you were moving that reminded Abuto of a very skillful thief. Metaphorically, of course. 

You were taunting him. Obviously. But the vice captain couldn't help but wonder what you must have said to receive such a reaction from his superior. The only topic that could ever evoke such strong reactions from the commander was his family. Unless it wasn't all the pent-up emotions that had finally reached their limit. Which made more sense, since Kamui wasn't one to react to repeated insults, always becoming immune to them after their first usage. 

The same could be said about you. Not even once had Abuto noticed you remain on one single topic for too long. As if you knew they would have no effect on him. Which Abuto thought was indeed the case, considering just how well you had read the vermillion haired amanto’s character so far. 

Too engrossed in his own thoughts, Abuto failed to notice at which point Kamui had finally succeeded in disarming you. He was pinning you on the floor, his left hand keeping yours securely over your head, while the fingers of his right hand were tightly wrapped around your neck in a choking position. His hands, squeezing the captured parts of your body so harshly, they would surely leave deep blue imprints later on. 

Kamui then placed his left knee between your legs to make sure you could move as little as possible. The young commander had a dark look on his face, representing his inner seething rage. Still, you couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by it all. 

You felt hot. As if you were lying in a bathtub with overheated water. The state you had currently found yourself in, making you feel as if you were boiling from within. And if he had noticed the way your body was reacting to this provocative position, he made no attempts to show it. 

The male, however, had found himself in an entranced state as he looked into your [e/c] eyes. Your dazed expression, accompanied by that soft pink blush that was coating your cheeks, making you look irresistible. Something that agitated him even more. You were despicable, yet here he was, staring at you with such longing that he still managed to skillfully mask thanks to the continuously growing irritation. 

A soft laugh escaped your lips as his inner turmoil had been completely see-through thanks to the mirror that was a pair of beautifully blue eyes. And soon that fox-like smile found itself back to your face as you cruelly spoke. 

"Show me your crying face." The amusement was clearly displayed in your mischievous [e/c] eyes as his dominant form had suddenly begun to shake. You could vividly see the mixture of anger, confusion, hurt and sadness. And despite this, you still did not feel any ounce of pity. Only pure fascination that was mixed with slight disappointment. 

"Oh, come on. I bet you look really pretty when you cry." Bafflement was the only thing you received from that. And realizing that this would probably get you nowhere, you decided to take advantage of his eased grip as you managed to slide yourself away from his hold. 

Though, before you had walked through the other exit, you spared one last glance in his direction and oh boy did you not regret doing so. Even though there were no tears trailing down his cheek for you to witness, you felt your mouth open slightly without actually realizing it. Because the lifeless expression on his face was definitely something to behold. And you doubt that you've seen anything prettier so far. 

More weeks soon passed, albeit rather slowly. At least, that was the way Kamui had experienced them go by. He did not know what the reason behind this was. Or that was what he kept telling himself. Deep down inside, he knew the reason for this unexpected depression that he's been going through during this whole period. 

It was you. Or rather: your sudden absence. Kamui did not know how, but somehow, in the span of several weeks, you managed to crawl yourself into the yato's sun sensitive skin. Like a parasite, slowly killing your host, while absorbing their energy until they were left completely empty. Treating them like a vessel. And despite your damaging existence, you still had the ability to make him completely reliant on you.  

He missed you. 

And watching you from afar, practically glaring holes into your skull, appeared to be far more painful than having to endure all those jabs that you kept throwing at him on a daily basis. Abuto watched his commander in amusement. If the man had been confused regarding the younger male's behavior before, then now everything was starting to make sense. The pout that was ever so present, only confirming his suspicions. 

"Tell me, Abuto. How does this pest still manage to torment me even now that he has stopped annoying me?" Said male raised an eyebrow at the vermillion haired amanto's words. Kamui did not face him while speaking, but simply continued to stare at your carefree attitude from his spot. 

"I think what you mean is: ‘Tell me, Abuto. Why can't I stop thinking about [Name]?’" Abuto stated smugly, wiggling his eyebrows as a way to emphasize the last seven words. His grin only widening at the glare that he received from his superior. Kamui was obviously struggling to come up with a response to the older man’s implication, which only left him more frustrated in the process. 

The younger yato had no idea why his subordinate would even imply something like that. The mere thought of him liking you was ridiculous. No, scratch that. It was utterly disgusting. You obviously had some serious mental issues. Which was something not to take lightly if even Kamui stood by those beliefs, considering the fact that he was anything but normal. 

"One more word and I will kill you." Kamui threatened darkly, an eerie smile appearing on his face that would almost seem innocent. Though, it soon turned more taunting as he watched the other male's smirk falter just the slightest bit. 

"Look. As much as you might not want to admit it, there must be a reason as to why that guy is still walking, no breathing, after everything that's been transpiring for the past few weeks." Abuto was trying to seem as unaffected as possible while speaking, the remains of his superior's last threat still lingering in the back of his mind. Which wasn't too hard since he was quite used to them by now. However, that did not mean he didn't fear for his life each time they were expressed. 

The vermillion haired yato grumbled under his breath as a way of admitting defeat. No matter how much he would try to deny it, even he understood that Abuto was right. The older yato visibly relaxed at his superior's passive reaction as he let out a barely audible sigh. His previous tenseness, not all that surprising, since he had already lost an arm after angering the commander once. 

Kamui frowned as if deep in thought. He couldn't find the reason behind this sudden attraction to you. It just didn't make sense. You were a man. Or a boy, or… Whatever. What mattered was that you were not a woman. Which also meant that you could not bear children. So why did he feel so drawn to you? 

The young man was by no means homophobic. Yatos never had a taboo for homosexual relationships. Sure, they did have a tendency to view it as unmasculine, but there was never any hostility. It just never really became a topic of discussion. Rather, what bothered Kamui was the fact that he simply could not understand the logic of this sudden revelation. What's the point of same-sex attraction if you can't procreate? 

Abuto sighed, starting to get fed up by his superior's stubbornness. If only Kamui would put this much effort into thinking whenever he was ready to jump into a fight. That would have saved the older man so much trouble. But no. The only time he had decided to make use of his brain was when he had begun to question his own sexuality. 

"What's the point in contemplating the merits of it if you never even intended to settle down?" Kamui pursed his lips at Abuto's inquiry. He was right. Woman or not, the young amanto had never planned to find himself a partner to begin with. So really, where was the point in racking his brain for answers? Answers that he did not have. That nobody had. It would just be time consuming.

Precious time that he could have opted to use for something more productive. Like pursuing a certain very annoying human. Which Kamui at that moment had decided to do. Although, there was still a small part of him that feared for rejection. After all, the way you had just stopped interacting with him, made him feel like an old toy that you had simply grown bored of. 

But whether that was really the case or not, the yato had decided that he would simply work for your affection. Because it was no secret that Kamui was a true predator. And once something has caught the attention of the predator’s blue eye, he will go to any lengths to obtain it. 

A startled sound escaped your throat as your owlish gaze met a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes which belonged to the culprit that had caused the sudden loud bang. The door that he had just forcefully kicked open was now lying on the other side of the room, with a permanent imprint of his boot. Great. That was probably going to hit on your salary. 

"Ever heard of knocking, dear commander? Or were you that eager to see me shirtless?" You felt the corner of your lips tug upward at the unimpressed look the eighteen year old had sent you. Perhaps you had underestimated his self control. However, you were also pretty sure that Abuto must have had some influence on this as well.

“You've grown on me too much to think you could just leave without any forewarnings.” You didn't say anything. Only tilted your head to the side in an innocent manner. However, Kamui knew better than to take your gesture seriously. 

Kamui roughly pushed you onto the white mattress before climbing on top of you. The knowing glint in your [e/c] eyes accompanied by that cheshire grin only irking him further. Eyes fixated on your handsome face, the vermillion haired amanto wanted nothing more than to slice that kissable throat of yours. 

His predatory eyes were roaming the upper part of your body. Had the previous incident not happened, the amanto would have been surprised by the amount of muscles that were present before his blue orbs. What did surprise him, however, was the amount of scars littering your [s/c] skin. 

His gaze falls on one peculiarly large and ugly scar located at the lower part of your abdomen. Pursing his lips, he can't help but feel a tinge of curiosity spark within his core. Wondering what exactly must have happened as well as how you had got it. No matter how annoying it was to admit it. He wanted to know more about you. You were just that alluring. 

You could feel his free hand trace the ugly part of your skin surprisingly tentatively. The unspoken question lying heavy in the air. His face was merely inches from yours as his carnivorous eyes watched you with an underlying emotion that you could not pinpoint. The intensity of these unknown feelings were however strong enough to force a shudder to run down your bare spine. 

That gorgeous smirk that was ever so present did nothing to calm the erratic beating of your heart. And f*ck. He knew what he was doing. Knew of the effects that his actions had on your body. You were sure of that. Because the second those thoughts entered your mind, the knee that was located between your legs began to slowly tease your lower region. 

"Did you really think you could play those sick mind games with me and remain unpunished?" You shivered as his hot breath fanned across the oversensitive skin on your neck. His words were doing wonders to you as you found yourself melting at how his voice had suddenly gone a few octaves deeper. The death grip on your wrists only fuelling your growing excitement. 

Kamui was leaving small butterfly kisses as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The action, leaving tingling sensations on your loved parts in the process. You bit down an upcoming moan as you felt his teeth sink into your exposed neck, sucking on that particular spot as your [s/c] skin turned into a lovely shade of purple. Clearly he knew what he was doing. 

“It was…Hah…It was worth a try.” Came the breathless reply as you felt his free hand caress the exposed parts of your body. A shiver running down your spine at the way he was looking at you, admiring the love marks that were now littering your [s/c] skin.

And it was indeed worth it. Because had you known that all it took to gain the bloodthirsty amanto’s attention was a few insults, you would've done it ages ago. Minus the broken door.

It was still worth the trouble, however. Kamui was obviously more valuable than some cheap, metal garbage. Though, that did not mean that you would give yourself to him on a silver platter. If he wanted to have you, he’d have to work for it. What’s the fun in getting a taste of the long awaited dessert if there was no struggle to obtain it?

"Ah, ah, ah... Not so fast, tiger~" You'll make sure to prolong his torture, though it would be even better if he were to join in on the fun. To keep dancing around the edges just to see who'll be the first to break. Reaching the point when separation will be too painful to keep the charade ongoing.

Kamui, on the other hand, released a frustrated groan as you managed to slip away from his grip. Yet again. Left eye twitching every now and then as you stretched yourself right in-front of his annoyed, yet prying, eyes. He huffed at your obvious teasing, but did not make any further attempts, giving you the space he assumed you needed.

Finally facing him, you couldn't help but internally coo at the childlike pout that he was currently displaying. Having a hard time believing that this face belonged to one of the most dangerous yatos out there.

"Say, [Name]. How did you get that scar?" The male questioned, tilting his head in an innocent manner that displayed nothing but childlike curiosity. You arched an eyebrow briefly, silently requesting for him to elaborate. The yato simply jerked his chin upwards, gesturing at the large scar that had caught his attention ever since he had barged into your room not long ago.

Humming as if deep in thought, you silently reminisced about your past. Granted, you weren't one to waste your time sulking about the "unfairness" of the world. Life was unfair and you were more than aware of that.

You knew just how much your “precious” childhood had f*cked with your brain. Although, there were times when you couldn’t help but wonder if you already had been like this long before things turned out the way they did. If the reactions your fellow orphans had during one of your many breakdowns were anything to go by.

“How do you think I got it?” Kamui could easily detect the teasing glint in your eyes as you let him trace his fingers delicately across the more sensitive area. Though, if one were to pay closer attention a hint of surprise would be spotted within your [e/c] eyes. Which the young amanto did, and it didn’t confuse him.

Kamui had obviously enough self awareness to know that it was hard picturing him treating another living being with any form of caution or gentleness. It was something completely unimaginable. Scratch that. It was unfathomable.

"I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking." Although Kamui was smiling, you could still sense the slight annoyance seeping out. For being such an impatient guy, you were quite impressed over how well he managed to hold himself back from actually killing you at this point.

Then again, it's not like killing was something he pursued anymore. At least not when it came to you. Which you still doubted would last in the long run. If anything, you're pretty damn sure that no matter how interested he is at the moment, one day Kamui will eventually snap. Not that you care. You'd gladly take anything the male has to offer. No matter how weird, and even masochistic, that may sound.

"I did it." The evident confusion etched on his face was so endearing you couldn't help but snicker at him in amusement. It truly amazed you how a literal manslaughterer could look so much more innocent than those people who practically fainted at the sight of blood.

“I was the one who inflicted it.”

If there was one thing Kamui had learned through his travels, it was that humans were not to be taken lightly. Despite their seemingly fragile nature, there was just something about this species that made them stand out. Although he still failed to pinpoint what exactly made them so different. They were not abnormally strong, nor did they have an excessively high intellect. Yet there was this something that kept them separated from the majority.

The vermilion haired amanto had long ago realized that samurais were strong individuals, capable to stand on par with rather strong opponents for very long vasts of time. That was it however. It was only after Kamui had met you as he began to realize that not only samurais stood out among the earthlings. After all, you had particularly no affiliation to these warriors.  

“I guess I’ll just have to accept your advances, don’t I?” Kamui could feel his left eyebrow twitch at the confused look that you were giving him. Obviously, he was aware of how insincere the currently portrayed expression you were carrying really was.

“Oh? Dear commander, there must have been some kind of misunderstanding I presume, since not even once had I attempted to actually ‘pursue’ you.” The shit-eating grin that you were sporting caused the amanto pout as he sent you an unamused glare. Huffing, the male simply walked up to you, wanting to see what it was that you’ve been occupied by so far. It had already been a day since your last confrontation.

One day and not even once had you taken the initiative to approach him, which made him later on realize that you were probably just playing around with him once again. A part of him kept on wondering just how bored you must’ve been to choose him as your plaything out literally anyone else on the ship.

“So you’re just not interested?” By now there was nothing left of the expression that practically screamed “tantrum throwing child” and only plain curiosity, albeit still with some childish wonder. Or maybe even confusion, which you could not help but find adorable.

You always knew that Kamui lacked some certain knowledge when it came to feelings such as love and romance in general. However, it still kinda surprised you at times, since you were aware that the 18 year old was not stupid. Just uninterested in such topics. Maybe even found them useless to a certain degree.

Smirking in his direction, you spoke. “If you want to have me, then you’ll have to work for it.”

Kamui grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled and fell against his chest, feeling his hot breath on your neck. For a moment, neither of you moved or spoke, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, Kamui spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire, [Name]. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

You could feel his muscles tense as he spoke, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to be uncomfortable. But you refused to back down. Instead, you turned to face him, your gaze meeting his.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Kamui. I'm not a child, and I'm not naive. I know you're dangerous, and I know you could hurt me if you wanted to. But I also know that you won't."

Kamui's eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger in them. But it was mixed with something else now, something you couldn't quite identify. "You're making a mistake, [Name]. You don't understand who I am or what I'm capable of."

You smirked, leaning in closer to him. "I understand perfectly well. You're a scared little boy who's never learned how to love. And you're so desperate for someone to see you, to understand you, that you'll lash out at anyone who tries to get close."

For a moment, Kamui was silent, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find some flaw in your argument. But then he laughed, a bitter sound that made your heart ache.

"You think you know me so well, don't you? You think you have me all figured out."

You shrugged, not willing to back down. "I know what I see, Kamui. And what I see is a boy who's hurting. Who's been hurt so badly that he doesn't know how to let anyone in. But I'm not going to give up on you, Kamui. I'm going to keep pushing, keep prodding, until you finally let me in."

Kamui's grip on your wrist loosened, and you pulled away from him, a small smile on your face. "You wanted to know about my scar, right?” The amanto furrowed his eyebrows, but decided to let you continue.

You smiled at that, finding this newfound obedience very amusing. “The foster care system has always been pure and utter shit. Well.. At least the one where I had been forced to spend my entire childhood at.” Kamui tilted his head, while giving you a curious look.

“You think only members of the Yato clan have issues?” There was a brief pause that followed your question and when you realized that Kamui wasn’t planning on saying anything, you continued.

“Sometimes the best defense could be self harming. Not because you hate yourself, but because those bastards will find no interest in you afterwards.” Had anyone else been listening to your monologue, concern would perhaps have been the most probable reaction you’d gain. Kamui, on the other hand, did nothing but watch you, eyes glinting with a hint of intrigue.

“So you scared them off by acting like a maniac.” He summarized with a deadpan expression. Perhaps that wasn’t the conclusion that most would have made based on what you told him. But the vermillion haired amanto had to a certain degree grown accustomed to your ways of thinking.

You were by no means an open book. However, the 7th division commander did still manage to find a specific pattern that you went by. This was simply the way your brain worked.

Kamui's eyes followed your every move, trying to decipher your motives. You had played with him before, but he couldn't deny that the thrill of the chase was addictive. He had never met someone who challenged him like you did, and for some reason, he found himself wanting more.

"You know, Kamui, I don't think you're ready for the game I have in mind," you teased, a sly smile on your lips.

Kamui's eyes glinted dangerously. "Try me," he challenged.

You leaned in, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "If you want me, you'll have to show me what you're made of," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin.

Kamui's grip on your wrist tightened again, but this time it was different. It was almost... possessive. "I'll make you mine by the end of this sick game you've created," he growled.

You chuckled, unfazed. "You're going to have to work for it, Kamui. I'm not going to make it easy for you."

Kamui leaned in closer, his smirk widening. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured.

As he pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. This game was dangerous, but you were willing to take the risk. "As long as you make it entertaining, I'm in," you said, a challenging glint in your eye.

Kamui's eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, there was silence between you. Then, with a low chuckle, he spoke. "Game on."