Reclamation

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The sky-haired man tapped the butt of his pen impatiently on his desk. The desk, tinted like deep wood, had a small dent in it, as if this man had always consistently hit his pen in the same spot over and over again. Only a small lamp and a candle lit his dark office; a dim yellow light, similar to a gloomy moonlight, shined annoyingly against his face. Hurried footsteps ran across the floor above him as his dry lips pressed together in aggravation. The ceiling and his temper shook.

His pen halted as the person flew to the first floor; the door to his office spread open. The hallway outside was dark, and he licked his dry lips away in anticipation. If he wasn't expecting her to be there, he would surely believe this person to be a vicious monster, trampling around the building. Attentively, he was able to recognize the sharp figure approaching.

"Ah. You got my message, Y/n"

She pulled up the loose sleeve of her dress, before nervously nodding her head. "Yes! Yes! I'm sorry, I really am.. I forgot about it." Her cold fingers sneakily pulled the seat out across from him; he watched her butt plop itself down against the seat, squirming slightly to find comfort. She tucked some lose strands of her hair behind her ear; both of her hands gently folded over eachother on her lap while her eyes anxiously glanced down. Quietly, her fingers fiddled between each other, desperate to get this lecture over with as soon as possible. She loved her boss. She loved him a lot. But...

Kamisato Ayato was no man to displease.

When he heard that Y/n, one of his most cherished workers, had been secretly "visiting" a rival business leader, he was engulfed in rage. His hands caressed each other from across the table, while his overwhelmingly menacing face slowly leaned closer to her. Both of his deep blue eyes looked up at her anxious soul. An intimidating aura filled the room.

"Do you understand the consequences of your actions, Ms. Y/n?"

She nodded, head shakey and sorry for her soon-to-come fate. The chances of losing her job were at an all-time high. There was no hope. All of the blood was on her hands. His glare was cold, and didn't break from her. His eyes scanned up and down at the tight dress that sucked against her skin. She didn't notice this.

"Look at me when I speak to you."

Her head jolted up, inches away from the suited man across from her. The connection between their eyes was unbreakable, and they attached together like a lock on a gate. "You know, Ms. Y/n, I have to punish any worker who disobeys our rules.." he stood up, walking smugly around the table with his finger sliding on the edge of the wood. "I would never fire you. You're a diligent woman; a hard-worker." When he stopped, his slim body grazed the back of the chair. His hand fell onto her tense shoulder, and she immediately looked up to him. "I can, however, tame you into a more proper employee. Your decision, of course."

She gulped, but nodded her head. Y/n knew what Ayato wanted. It's not like she didn't want it. In fact, she always held a feeling for him that was different from any other. He was handsome- all of the girls in Inazuma fell to their knees at the mere sight of him. The signs were obvious when Ayato and Y/n would secretly admire each other from afar. Neither knew of each others feelings, Ayato was just gambling his opportunity with her. And this gamble was Y/n's ultimate opportunity to shoot at this chance.

He walked to her other side while twisting the chair 90 degrees. She looked up, glancing at his long legs and clean cut torso. By the time she met his eyes, he was staring at her hands. He reached down and felt one, fiddling with its soft texture in his hand. She was merely half his size. It's not that she was too small... he was just impressively large.

Suddenly, his hands glided to her thin waist and the entire dress she wore was being aggressively taken off. The man had some pent up anger, to say the least. Once it was off, he tossed it to the side and picked her up by her waist. The next thing she felt was the cold desk that her back now pressed against. Beneath her she could also feel an ink pen and a peice of paper that her body smushed uncomfortably against. Her bra was hardly clipped on anymore, and he was amused at the ocean her laced undies had revealed. Arms limp, she looked at his face above to attempt to read his next move.

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