The Fox and the Raven

I Didn't Want This

---The Next Morning---

Akimi could hear mumbling and bodies. His eyes fluttered open softly as bright light entered his vision. He was in his bed in his house but he didn't know how he got there. Then he remembered it all. Flooding into him. 

A single tear escaped his eye and he shot up in bed, realizing he had nothing on but a silky red kimono. 'Someone touched me...' His hair draped to the sides of his face and his kimono drooped down off of his shoulders and he tried to stand on him thin weak limbs. He almost immediately fell to the ground and someone approached him fast, trying to help. 

Akimi took one of his throwing knives out from under his mattress where he kept some secretly and placed it against the throat of the woman trying to help him, he started stumbling a bit before falling fully against the wall and in turn, releasing her. His kimono draped over his legs and his head rolled back. 

'God I'm so dizzy-' He gripped his head with his hand trying to steady his vertigo and regain composure.

"W-who dressed me?!" Akimi wrapped the silky kimono tightly over his body, crawling closer to the wall and away from the woman across from him. He was panting with anxiety.

"Calm down boss, you were badly injured. We had to treat you while you were unconscious, nothing more." She said looking into his eyes.

"Stop calling me that! What is it with you people?! Just because I killed Mura I'm suddenly a god?! IM ONLY 19 YEARS OLD I-I CANT DO T-THIS!!" Akimi screamed and shuddered towards the end of his sentence, trying not to cry. He gripped his head with his hands roughly, pulling his knees into his chest. 'Kimi- Breathe.' He thought trying to collect himself.

He sat on the floor for about 15 minutes contemplating and processing what the fuck was going on before gripping the wall and heading to his closet. He pulled out a black lacy type satin dress that felt comfortable to him before brushing his waist length hair behind his shoulder.

"We have business to attend to....Boss..." A man said timidly.

"I'm hungry." 

Akimi pouted folding his arms and sticking his hip out to the side.

"Of course, Sir."

"OH MY GOD! ABSOLUTELY NOT- I may be a man but I think its painfully obvious I'm not to be addressed as 'Sir'..." Akimi protested, trailing his hands along his waist and showing off his dress as an example before laughing a bit, smirking, and walking out the front door to his car. The body guard couldn't help but laugh lightly in agreement before following him into the car. The angel entered the car, stilettos first.

"To the Sakurai tea house. The one beside the operations building." Akimi ordered the driver.

"You will be escorted everywhere today. You have no choice in the matter." The body guard said.

Akimi glared at him, crossing his legs and arms and turning his face away.

"Why?!"

"Because not everyone is happy to have such a young, seductive, obviously alternative human running possibly the most important organized crime business in the world..."

Akimi turned to face the body guard with another smirk. 

"Does my personality make you uncomfortable, subordinate?" Akimi laughed to himself after drawing out the the word 'subordinate'. 

'How stupid..' He thought.

The body guard tensed and looked straight forward to the road with a stone expression. If there was someone on Earth who wasn't made uncomfortable by Akimi's presence, he would like to meet them.