GAMBIT - Vinsmoke Ichiji x Reader

10 - Tell Me

Where the hell is he?

I looked over at the clock mounted upon my wall. 1:27am. Corbin was supposed to have been at my window at 1am, and he was hardly ever late. Never by this extent. Had he forgotten that we had plans? No. Ever since we had started sleeping together, he would sneak up to my room every other day.

Abandoning the open window, I flopped backwards onto my bed, groaning loudly. I was frustrated, and I had been so looking forward to taking out said frustration by having sex. Sure, it was risky, having the Vinsmokes staying in the palace, but we hadn't ever been caught before. Maybe that was why Corbin hadn't shown up? Fear of getting busted?

"Ugh, why couldn't we have had that dumb connection instead? It would've made things a whole lot easier..." I muttered to myself, limply smacking at my bedspread in a poorly executed rhythm. I could still smell Ichiji, stronger than I usually could. It was like he filled the whole damn palace. There was no escaping it.

I had tried to research ways to terminate the fated connection, but none of the books I had access to were helpful. They all said the same things. It was meant to be. It's the deepest linkage of souls and hearts. Rejecting fated mates can be fatal, etcetera etcetera. That last one was only a rumour, because apparent nobody else in history had ever been in a similar situation to mine. Figures.

How the hell did Judge raise those rotten bastards, anyway? I knew they were considered warriors, but had they ever had any semblance of humanity? Were Judge's genes so messed up that they just came out of the womb as vile little monsters? Reiju seemed like a decent person, so was it just a male trait in their bloodline?

"Stupid dumb ugly stinking basta-" A knock at my bedroom door cut through my string of insults, and I sat up, narrowing my eyes. It definitely wasn't Corbin. He exclusively came and went through my window. Sniffing at the air, I didn't have to ask. Ichiji's scent was abhorrently strong, and it made my heart race.

I should pretend I'm asleep...

But when he knocked again, I couldn't stop myself. Standing up, I slowly approached my bedroom door and cracked it open, peeking into the dark halloway. Ichiji stood there, in a casual shirt and slacks, and I gripped the doorknob tighter.
"What the hell do you want..? You woke me up, asshole."

Hands in his pockets, Ichiji didn't seem at all phased by my insult.
"No I didn't. You were calling someone a stupid dumb ugly stinking bastard. Likely me, unless you were talking in your sleep, in which case, again, it was likely about me." He replied, sounding rather bored.

Narrowing my eyes further, I kept the door only slightly cracked, not wanting to give him the chance to wedge a foot in.
"Shut up. What do you want?" I repeated the question he had skirted. "Also, you look like an idiot wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night."

I was positive that if his eyes were visible, I would have seen them roll. He edged a little closer to the door.
"I'd like to talk. Are you going to let me in?" He sounded expectant, and I shut the door a little more, so now I could only see a sliver of him.

"Why the hell would I let you into my room? We have nothing to talk about, unless it's you telling me the wedding is off and you're moving into a Sea King's digestive tract." I snapped, keeping my voice low. I wasn't sure why I was trying to be quiet. If somebody heard that he was trying to get into my room at this hour, I would possibly have more leverage in my argument about cancelling our marriage arrangement.

Sighing, Ichiji leant against the outer door frame, leaning closer to the crack.
"If you despise me so much, then why did you answer the door? You knew it was me. Do you really think I'd try to hurt you? In your territory, and with what's at stake? Give me at least some credit, (Y/N)."