Kazuma x reader

Chapter 4 - A family

Angela's Point of View

She did not like this, but she had to get used to crowds at some point. She cleared her throat loudly, and said, "Um, sorry, but I have to go. Kazuma's waiting for me over there. So if you could please move-" "Ahh hey Kazuma! Just a sec girly, lets get a good look at you! You're the new initiate aren't you?" "Hey you're right!" "Is that her?" Voices and people started surrounding her. She started panicking. "Um! I'M REALLY SORRY BUT I NEED TO GO", she yelled, almost screaming over the sea of voices. There were too many. She needed to get out. She didn't like this. She didn't like the crowd. It started to remind her of something she'd blocked out a long time ago. "PLEASE! I NEED TO GO!", she shouted again, but nothing changed. Nothing ever changes. She started to black out slowly. Everything was fading again. "Please...", she pleaded again. "KAZUMA!", she cried out, just before everything went black.

When she came to, she was lying on a couch. It was dark. Her face felt wet, and her hand was bleeding. Again. Damn it. She dried herself off on the T-shirt she was still wearing. This happened every time she had a nightmare. She wasn't afraid when she woke up, just really tired. She sat up, slowly rubbing her temples and holding her chest. It always ached. Always. It had only stopped when Bishamon had given her a name that day, years ago. It was a beautiful moment, to not feel it anymore. It had come back as soon as her name disappeared. She shook her head and looked around. There was no point dwelling there in the past. She needed to be here, here was the present. The present was better than the past. It had to be.  She was in what looked like an office. There was a book on a grand-table, with instruments lying around it. Someone had tried to open her diary. Idiots. There was someone sitting on the chair right behind the table. But he wasn't moving. Looking closer, she realized it was Kazuma. His glasses were askew, his tie loosened around his neck, and with a few buttons off. He looked so good. Hot. She had to restrain herself from touching his face. He must've carried her into this office. How long could she inconvenience him. She took his glasses over, and neatly arranged all the haphazardly placed tools back in order. She looked around and saw a little blanket over the couch where she'd woken up. She draped it over him, and ruffled his hair a little. She wanted to run her hands through it. It was so thick, rough. Evidently he'd never heard of conditioner. She couldn't help but giggle. She grabbed her book and whispered her human name into it. "Claire Vodland", and it opened up. If he wanted to really read it, he could've asked her. She had no shame of her past, or the choices she'd made. She had no misconceptions about herself. As she placed the book back on the table, she looked back at his sleeping form. Maybe it wouldn't hurt. Once he read it, he certainly would want to get away as far as spiritedly possible from her. Or have her leave. She didn't really mind either. She moved closer to his face, stroking his cheek softly with her finger. He smelt amazing. Intoxicating. She pecked him on his lips. Soft. Rough. 

She didn't want to stop. But she wasn't one for sexual assault. She got up and walked out, shutting the door of the office softly behind her. She'd learnt a few things here and there from listening to everyone on earth. If she stayed here, with Bishamon, she would blight her, causing her great physical pain. It wasn't the kind she would be able to cut out herself. It would affect the goddess. She needed to leave before anything bad happened. She leaned into the door she'd just closed. She would love to stay here. She would get used to the crowds slowly. She wanted to see him everyday. She wanted to smell him. But these thoughts wouldn't do. She was being greedy and she knew it. She sighed loudly, shaking her head again. She hated wanting something. Anything. Because it would hurt twice as much as it felt awesome when she'd got it. "Well, you're up! You had Kazu and me worried you know?",a voice said softly, behind her. She jumped and turned right around. Bishamon was sitting on a couch, sipping tea. "Come join me. Let's chat." She felt a little guilty. Angela walked over and sat beside her. Did the goddess see what she'd done? The office door was wide open and she hadn't thought that someone would be in the other room. She felt her face warm up a little, and smiled slowly. Why was she acting like a child whose hand was caught in a cookie jar? She looked up at the goddess and smiled.