These days were quiet, staring at the window of your small office back in your family house that is now serving as one of the head quarters of the resistance. You stare at the window, silently watching the falling sakura leaves with an expressionless face.
It was because it reminded you of him. Sakura was one of the few thing that would often remind you of him. Silently, mindlessly you reach out for one of the petals falling, only upon clasping your hand did you realize it was pretty far, out of your reach.
You blink, then let out a dry laugh.
"Now it truly remind me of you"
So you close your eyes, hiding away the pain and longing that can be seen in those (eye color) iris.
There you were, leaning back on your seat as you close your eyes, for a moment turning away from your duties for a quick break. There was still a lot of documents, information, letters and plans needed to be written and review.
Not that you aren't used to it, in fact you're very familiar with such things, having to be by Ayato's side as far as you can remember, you are very familiar with paper works, having to help him most of the time.
Knock knock knock.
Opening your eyes, you brush back your (hair color) locks. Fixing your sitting posture before clearing your throat and telling whoever to come in.
"My Lady, a letter has arrived from the other members of the resistance"
"Has everything seems to be going well?"
You asked in return as you accepted the stacks of letters coming from your right hand man
"Yes My Lady, we have also contacts someone you asked for that can make fake visions though he is yet to accept our invitation"
"Well that is normal, whoever in their right mind would think it's crazy to even form a rebellion to begin with"
You said with a chuckle, (eye color) iris glowing for a moment
"Anyways it's good that you have at least communicate with him"
You spoke and started going through the letter given the you
"Place some protection over him for the mean time"
You spoke once again
That was end of report over all, so once you still felt her presence, the presence of your right hand man. You could not help but to question her actions, for she would usually leave the room quietly but it seems like she still have something to say.
"Is there something wrong?"
You asked, stopping from your works
"Well yes.. But no My Lady"
Raising a brow at her hesitating figure
"Well you see My Lady, another letter have arrived from the name of Young Master Ayato"
"Didn't I tell you to send it straight into flames?"
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Forbidden (Kamisato Ayato)
Fanfiction"M-my Lord, please stop. This- this is wrong." "Wrong? What's wrong showing affection to my lover? Hmmm." There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.