𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 • k. ayato

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[Y/N] sat gracefully in her office; reviewing the many documents piled on her desk due to the tragedy that occurred just a week ago. Furrowing her brows, she tossed the documents to the side, allowing the moonlight behind her to embrace the messily placed papers on her desk. It was a mess. It was a mess both inside and out.

The clan heads who weren't present at her birthday were sending requests and complaints from all sides. Even when she ignored them, they continued to send servant after servant to complain about one thing or another. They were being incredibly irritating.

Tousling her hair, she leaned back against the chair. She felt a headache coming through. Yet, she could not yet relax; she felt there must be a way to fix this. But perhaps she should be relieved that the collateral clan heads were quiet. She would've taken action during this chaos if she was them; but alas, they were too stupid. After all, she always thought that if you really want to be the head of something big, something powerful—put in the effort. For example, saying nonsense like, "You seem to have too much work on your hands," and taking some of her work. Even if they did menial jobs at first, if they were devoted and kept working hard, they may have hit the jackpot and taken the authority she had from her. But they were always looking for the right time. When her mother passed away; when her father passed away; when she put her guard down; when she seemed like an easy target. But the right time will never come, not anymore. They should've fought for it when they had the chance.

"Pathetic losers," a whisper escaped her mouth.

This was why they were never going to strip her of her command.

Ayato, who was reading through some letters glanced at the woman upon her words, "If someone comes to harass you again tonight, we can always just say that they were armed robbers and kill them," he suggested with a smile.

"You're funny."

Although she was sure he meant it. Taking a sip of tea, she noted, "This tea is too mild."

Looking back at the letters, Ayato mused, "I was afraid you'd be up all night if I made it strong."

The woman sighed, "You knew I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight. But thank you. However... not good this tea is. It's the thought that counts, right?"

Ayato once more looked at her, "Right. You're welcome."

With only the scribbling of an inked feather bouncing off the walls of the office, the woman parted her lips to speak, "You know, I have come to realize something."

"And what might that be?"

"Children are dreadful. How strange it must be... to have a human creature inside oneself. Do you ever think, "What if it comes out with a knife"?"

Ayato observed the woman for a second, then looked away, "No. I never do. Did that Jun child give you such ideas?"

"More or less... Well, no. It was Asahi."

"Dear me, he truly is an inspiration then."

"Hm," She tilted her head, "At times, I felt like... perhaps a man such as he could be redeemed."

Ayato almost spit out the boba he was drinking, "Redemption? You jest, surely? In his eyes it is not he who is wrong; it is everyone else."

[Y/N] bit her lip, resting her head on the heel of her palm, "I wouldn't be so sure, Ayato. Each time we meet... It is as if... It's like... How do I put this? It's like he wants me to hate him, to catch him, to punish him."

Ayato chuckled, "Let's not fool ourselves by thinking that he isn't into bizarre things."

The woman clicked her tongue, "I'm serious. Each time we meet, isn't it he who provides us with the most information? Archons, if it were not for him... I would have never realized how... terrible of a person he truly is. Isn't that strange?"