Mairimashita! Iruma-kun One-shots

Dance with Me

When Iruma becomes scared by "Fenrir", it isn't Amaryllis that comes to save him, but an unknown woman instead. An unknown woman who is quite unhappy with the way her partner is acting and isn't afraid to show who exactly is in charge in their relationship.

No TW! I think? Well Narnia gets choked a little, but it's nothing serious, so I think it's fine?

"If, by some horrible mistake, a mere human were to gain power and...let's see, For example, sneak in here, pretending to be a demon. It would be so disgusting, I would puke." Fenrir leaned over, crowding Iruma's space as he continued ranting.

Iruma's eyes widened as he saw hands reach out from beside Fenrir, across his broad chest that was suddenly reminding Iruma far too much of Atori-sensei. Brief flashbacks ran through his mind of the tall, slim teacher with far too many hands before he realized the hands weren't reaching for him, or even coming from Fenrir himself. Instead, Fenrir continued on asking a question that Iruma's mind couldn't comprehend at the moment as the hands reached past the fur collar of his jacket and gripped his tie. One hand had reached up to grip the knot firmly, while the other grabbed the lower part of the tie before yanking the knot roughly.

A startled choking sound came out of the answer expecting guard, his eyes widening in surprise, large hands immediately going to grasp over the smaller ones. His mouth turned to a snarl, fangs barred as he turned towards the source before immediately snapping his mouth shut again, eyes widening even further when he saw who exactly had dared to do this.

"Disgusting, you say? Would make you puke, would it?" The more she spoke, the more her anger seemed to spill out in waves, as Fenrir's already pale skin grew whiter, pointed ears drooping down in fear. Vaguely, an image appeared in Iruma's mind of a wolf cowering before its angry alpha.

Iruma's eyes felt rather like bulging as well though as he took in the beautiful woman, dressed up in a dark purple gown that reminded him of butterflies from the human world, beside them giving Fenrir an even prettier smile and yet still practically oozing danger. It made Iruma's hair stand on edge, and was rather glad that he was not the recipient of the look on her face. At this moment, he wasn't certain if even his grandfather would dare to stand up to such barely disguised wrath that was on this foreign woman's face.

"Bad dog," she continued after a moment, smile still painted dangerously on her lips, as her eyes narrowed from behind the masquerade mask. Iruma honestly couldn't tell if he was imagining the whine that left Fenrir's body or not, as he grew visibly more upset.

"Honestly, do you really have to do this now? He's a child here to enjoy a party with his grandfather and friends, not a criminal waiting to slaughter everyone. Now quit it, you're scaring him."

"Good. He needs to be scared to understand-" A flick on his nose cut him off. He blinked in shock, nose wrinkling like a rabbit.

"Yes, yes, the Netherworld is a far more dangerous place to live than the human world. We need to always be on guard and ready for nasty little demons like yourself, just waiting to gobble us whole. I've heard the rant a million times, and I'm sure Iruma has too. Tonight, however, we are here to enjoy drinks and food and to celebrate yo-Narnia getting to be one of the thirteen crowns. Not to terrorize innocent children. Now shut up, so I can fix your damage. Unless," she paused, face transforming into faked innocence, "you would like to be known as a child bullier and have at least two crowns and one of the three greats after your head?"

An angry pout formed on Fenrir's face, arms crossing over his chest as he stared down the female before him. Her smile grew just that slightest bit into a smirk, and Iruma could faintly hear the challenge behind it. Fenrir obviously sensed it too, eyes locked onto hers, never blinking. Her eyebrow raised, upper hand tightening just a fraction. Fenrir huffed and backed down, looking away as his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. He was baring his throat, Iruma realized.