Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 36: What It Means To Be A Dog

 The (h/c) haired girl was sent falling back as a fist was planted into her cheek. Her nose felt like it had broken and severe pain followed, her bottom colliding with the hard and dirt-filled ground. If she had to compare the discomforting feeling between falling while ice-skating and that, the latter gave the most displeasure. It was not about the pain but the humiliation caused and the audacity of the person in front of her that made her feel such a way.

However, she supposed it did spark a feeling of remembrance within her. Before she had been struck, she felt electricity in her nerves. Though she had not acted upon it, the motion that was begging to be made was more so one of muscle memory than that of breaking her amnesia. The act of self-defense was strong, so strong that it caused more concern over her past. What could she have lived like if she was so used to reacting to a threat at a moment's notice with such accuracy? There was the chance of her being simply a member of a martial arts club but it could have been something less dignified altogether.

Staring down at her hands, wondering the extent of her self-defense knowledge, her eyes glistened. She soon came to her senses, however, and rage built back up inside her. Not only did the woman before her shout such harsh words to the girl that she was supposed to be a caretaker to, but dared to call (Y/n) a bitch and even struck her across the face. The girl immediately reverted back to her original state, and stood up, intent on returning the favor. Though, she knew better than continue the altercation in front of the impressional young child.

Holding on tightly to the redhead's hand, the (h/c) haired girl made sure to send a harsh glare to the woman. It didn't have the effect that she had wanted, the ravenette only scoffing at the somewhat pathetic attempt to intimidate her. That being said, when the two walked away, a sudden fear came over her. It was only a matter of time before Shota found out, and if he happened to notice she had also recovered ideas of her extensive self-defense knowledge, it would be the end of their "arrangement".

When Nami and the older girl had arrived at the garden where one Lady Clement was, (Y/n) began to feel the uncomfortableness of her bloody nose, especially when the young woman began to stare. She clearly tried to hide the shock and was quite a bit concerned with how to address the girl, but was poor at it. With mandarin-colored hair and two honey eyes, she was very reminiscent of a sunflower, just as innocent as one as well. At least, so it seemed.

"I'm sorry, si-...I'm sorry," Nami mumbled, eyes casted down with guilt.

Attempting to help, even in a small way, she extended an unfinished handkerchief to the girl that had been tied around the pink bunny's neck. She placed the stuffed animal down on one of four empty chairs at the gazebo table and pressed the soft material on her nose. It absorbed the blood quickly, the younger girl trying to gently take as much off as she could. When there was no more beneath her nose, she let go, letting the older girl press it there instead. Lady Clement panicked, looking around before giving a sigh.

"Um, forgive me for speaking before you've addressed me, but...is there anything I can do to help, my lady?"

"Lady?" the older girl scoffed, giving a dismissive wave with her hand, "You don't need to call me that."

"B-But I can't possibly address you by your first name! We've...We've just...met. As you're older and higher in station - "

"I'm not a noble and frankly, I don't want to be associated with Shota right now."

"Well, then..."

"You've given a lot of your personal time to help Nami and you're very close friends, too. Her friends are my friends, so please think the same."

The young woman blushed and placed her fingers together. Although the two hadn't met, there were a few reasons Lady Clement was so well-versed with who the older girl was. There was the possibility of her hearing of her through the grapevine. As someone who had come out of nowhere to become the fiancee of the head of such a powerful family and someone who had made quite the poor impression on other powerful ladies, it was no wonder she heard. It could have also been Nami that had told her. Then there was the possibility of other ways such as hearing from her schoolmates, reading the newspaper, etc. Regardless, she didn't seem at all influenced by the poor rumors. That was probably why (Y/n) liked her so quickly.