After receiving Julius' letter stating your squad was to work alongside the Black Bulls when training for the coming weeks, you flew to the Black Bulls base. Julius was truly beginning to push his luck on your good side. You were already busy delegating the missions to your squadmates, organizing, overseeing, and on occasions participating in training your newer members, you delt with the squad's squabbles, still attending to your own missions, and all the paperwork that came with being a captain. Yet, Julius, chose to order you to go to the Black Bulls hideout to discuss with Yami -face-to-face -about the joint training. Why were you even paired with his squad? All his members were experienced veteran mages. Your mages had been in for a matter of months- and had lost their captain a month ago. What was he thinking?
You pinched the bridge of your nose as you raised your hand and knocked on the door twice. This was just irritating. There was banging and crashing coming from inside before the door was answered. Your (E/C) eyes meet with bright green ones as the door opened. "Hey (Y/N)! It's been a while!" You just stared at him blankly. "Come on in!" Asta remained unfazed by your actions, just opening the door wider to let you in. You entered, closing the door behind yourself. As usual, the Black Bulls were acting disorderly, disgracefully. Drinking, battling. Luck and Magna were arguing and throwing spells at each other, Vanessa was beyond drunk, Gordon and Henry were conversing, Grey was watching Gauche as he read a letter you could only assume was from his sister, Noelle on the couch beside Vanessa, Secre was situated beside Noelle, Charmy was scarfing down bite after bite, Zora was laying on one of the tables in the room, Finral sat on his own on the other end of a couch, Asta went back to working out, Nacht was sitting near Yami as Yami drank contently, and Zenon sat between Nacht and Yami with a small drink of his own- there was no way it was alcohol.
Yami waved you over, "didn't expect to see you 'ere tonight kid!" "Hey, Captain!" Zenon greeted with a bright smile. You wanted to just turn on your heel and leave them to their shenanigans, however you had a job to do. You approached Yami silently, not even the sound of your breathing was heard over the loud rumbles that echoed through the base. Nacht shifted uncomfortably away as you approached. You stopped a few steps from Yami, looking at him from where you stood. He reeked of alcohol- beer or bourbon perhaps. Why was he always like this? You almost wished he had gone back to his homeland after the last battle with Lucius.
"Did you receive a letter form Julius?" You questioned, a scowl on your face at his actions. Yami looked at you with a look a realization, "oh, so that's why you're here! Bit boring for such a fun night." You blinked twice, processing his response. "Excuse you?" "Why can't you just relax and have a drink with us? You're a workaholic!" Yami looked up at you, laughs rumbling from his throat. You wanted to pick him up by his collar and beat him senseless- Yami was a fool. "I don't drink. And even if I did, I would never sit beside you and demote myself to your level." Your glare was colder than ice, boring straight through Yami, sending chills down his spine. "My level, huh?" Yami was truly drunk. He knew you had to organize the training and report to Julius once it was done- yet he sat here drinking away like the world would end tomorrow.
You took a deep breath. "While I disapprove of organizing joint training with a drunkard, we do need to organize what will happen. I'm not exactly comfortable letting your squad anywhere near my headquarters with a record like yours." You had to keep your composure, you refused to fall apart in front of them again. You wouldn't show weakness anymore. You wouldn't show any sign of a crack in your persona. "We'll have it here, I don't mind! Charmy can handle food for 'em." Yami was simply waving you off- he didn't really care about what was going to happen regarding the training. Furthermore, he was offering up his subordinate without question. How dare he. "Did you think to consult your subordinate before stating what they will do?" Yami looked over his shoulder to where the little glutton sat, munching on her food, "hey, Charmy! Wanna cook food for a bunch of people next week?" Charmy turned back with a grin, "of course!" Yami smiled at you, see? Told ya. Now relax and have a drink with me."
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The White Wolf
Fanfic(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
