Sapphires and Rubbies (Aomine Daiki x reader)

(Chapter five) Shamefully Shameless

 NOTE: (y/ln)=your last name

(y/fn)=your first name

(y/a)=your age

(y/hl)=your hair length

(y/hc)=your hair color

(y/ec)=your eye color

(y/fc)=your favorite color

(y/sc)=your skin color

(y/ff)=your favorite food

*for story purposes you have a body type that Aomine would love... Even though you are beautiful already*

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You arrived home quiet exhausted. Japanese schools were so demanding compared to the American schools.

"Lady (y/fn), dinner is awaiting. Your main clothes and valuables have been moved to the residence you bought, just as you requested."

You nodded your head. You had forgotten that upon returning to Japan and agreeing to attend Tōō you had bought a small house to get away from your father and of course stay under "His" radar.

"Also ma'am, I have a message for you from A-"

"What have I told you about uttering that name," you snapped.

"My apologizes lady (y/fn)."

The butler bowed in respect to you. He took your bags and placed them in the limo ready to take you to the little home you bought for yourself.

You stormed up to your room and slammed the door.

"What does he want," you thought nervously.

Then your right hand ring finger began to throb. It was as though the ring was constricting your finger like a boa constrictor on its prey. It was almost as though the ring knew.

You yelped and grasped the ring pulling it. The ring did not budge. It never budged. It was absolute.

Eventually the feeling disappeared and you recollected yourself. You stepped out of your room.

"Where is the message?"

"It's in the house phone's messages"

The butler lead you to the dinning room. There was a long table with a silk white sheet over it. Beautiful silver plates and fine china sat at every chair along the long table. A crystal chandelier captured the setting sunlight pouring out of the bay windows and reflected it across the room. Then at the end of the table sat a plate with food on it. It was the only plate with food at the entire table. It usually was the only plate with food on it. Your father rarely invited guests. When there were guests they were business associates who preferred to deal in the study than at the table. Then your father was rarely at the mansion himself, yet his presences always seemed to be looming over. You hated the mansion. The plates were never dirtied by anyone yet they were washed everyday... It was a waste of water. Out of all the rooms in the house only two rooms were ever occupied. The master bed room belonging to your father and your own room. Yet everyday all the sheets belonging to every room were washed. Every piece of furniture decorating rooms you had never stepped in were dusted. Wood that had never been touched was polished. It was in your eyes a waste of time and a waste of space.

Yet just as you were now used to, (y/fn) sat at the empty table and ate. The butler brought the phone's automated recording system and held it out.