"A man who was looking for someone to love despite his trait, and a woman who was looking for someone to accept her as who she is. They finding each other felt like a match made in heaven."
This series is set in an alternate universe of Tokyo Reven...
Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood, drugs, and murder, as well as profanities. _________________________________________
The pleasant weather of spring were slowly colored with blossoming warmth of May. The days were lively with clear blue sky and bright sunshine, while the nights were lovely with lingering chill and light zephyr. With the rush of seasonal wind, Sakura petals faltered like a snow storm, carpeting the ground with white and pink shades to welcome the bloom of Wisteria. The sceneries changed, now with vibrant hues of purple and lilac swaying gracefully by the gentle early summer breeze.
As you swapped your clothing choice from wool-blend coat to lightweight blazer, you felt a change in your days. No, not your assignment to the sixth division, and no, not your feeling towards Kisaki.
It was your workload.
With the gradually rising temperature, you found your responsibilities intensified with each passing day. Aside from the usual menial jobs that you somehow had grown accustomed to, you were now entrusted with heavier, more demanding workload.
"These are the products that our supplier plan to launch next quarter. Review them and report back to me by today afternoon."
"Another supplier has approach us for partnership purpose. Translate their proposal and have them ready by tomorrow before lunch time."
*phone notification dings* Where's the report for this month's sales? I need them now.
Gone were the days of working in the corner table of 1/15 Coffee or your other favorite cafes. Since you now handled important and confidential documents, Kisaki did not allow you to work somewhere public, leaving you no choice but to set your work station in one of six-seater conference table inside his well-designed personal office, working under his scrutinizing gaze often until late hours.
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May 2018 21.00, Kisaki's office
Just like another day, you were surrounded with quiet ambience inside Kisaki's dim-lighted private office, pulling yet another overtime to finish another report.
"Need my help, kitten?"
You jolted in your seat when you heard a deep, lazy voice vibrating near your ear, then quickly turned your head to find a pair of mischievous golden eyes looking back at you. A mild scent of his cologne invaded your nose - a light, refreshing scent of cool lotus. But the cologne could not cover the raw, acrid stench on his shirt that you were once familiar with: blood.
"You're too close, Hanma-fukutaichou."
Hanma chuckled as he retreated to the sofa area, amused by your defensiveness as always. Your (y/eye color) orbs watched him as he unbuttoned his blood-stained shirt, revealing his chiseled upper body molded by years of physical training and street fighting. His upper back, broad shoulders, and toned arms were covered with irezumi tattoos all the way to his chest, where two skull face tattoos resided - a homage to his Shinigami moniker.
