And You Disappeared (K Project X Reader)

20: Arguments and Apologies

Fushimi's P.o.v.

I wanted to ring her neck.

I could feel spitballs accumulating in my hair, the arrival of each being accompanied by the 'phut' of wind going through a straw. I casually stopped my typing and ran my pale fingers through my black hair to knock them out, trying my best not to lash out at the eyesore in front of me and pretending not to hear her muffled laughter. I've had to put up with this for a full week. It had already been bad enough having to have watched over the more than annoying strain in that cell, but the fact that the captain seemed to favor her only made matters worse. She had been invited to visit Scepter 4 headquarters whenever she pleased, and that's what she has been doing for the past 7 days. And when Munakata was busy, she decided that it was in her best interest to bother me. Only me. "Don't you have a bar to go back to?" I seethe, my blue eyes glaring at (Y/n)'s smirking form from over my glasses. Her feet were up on the table, her chair as well as her head was tilted back, her (h/l) (h/c) hair flowing downwards with gravity. Her (f/c) and (e/c) eyes sparkled with mischief as her lips formed a shit eating grin that caused me to grit my teeth. Even when she did something as small as smirked it was still unbearable. She twirled a (f/c) straw in her fingers pieces of ripped paper still lying on the table behind my monitor that would have the fate of being picked up by me later in the day. "Everyone's out on business" she informed me almost in matter-o-fact tone that caused me to grit my teeth. "So why wouldn't I come here?" she asked, shrugging her (size) shoulders as she continued to twirl the (f/c) straw in her hand round and round, her (f/c) and (e/c) eyes narrowing in slight concentration as she tried to keep the straw from flying from her fingers. I growl under my breath, forcefully resting my elbow on the table before me, the table shaking with a slight bang as I used my fingers to pinch the bridge of my nose. How could I ever work in these conditions? How could I do anything in these condition? Not only was a strain from the red clan here but it was an eyesore of a strain, a disgrace of a strain, a horrifying excuse for a living and breathing thing. And I was sick of it. If I had wanted to deal with idiots like this I would have stayed with those hoodlums all huddled up in a bar doing nothing. I would've stayed if I wanted that. Suddenly, a quiet chuckle escapes me as I lift my arm from the table, discreetly pulling aside the fabric of the left side of my uniform ,using my thumb to scratch the once again itching scar there. "Tch, how troublesome" I mumble under my breath. Two things were getting on my nerves today, but I was going to put an end to one of them. "You know they'll get rid of you, right?" I ask, returning my uniform to it's rightful place so I could continue typing a report that was supposed to be done hours ago. I could see the (h/c) strain narrow her (f/c) and (e/c) eyes from the corner of my eye from my statement, her sharp canines biting into her lip as her eyes never met mine. They were too focused on something else. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her shoulders rising and falling with a small shrug, her fingers still twirling that straw round and round. "An unpredictable thing like you? Why wouldn't they get rid of you?" I state, my fingers typing away as my blue eyes scanned over the glowing screen of the monitor before me. I wasn't even looking at her now, I didn't need to, I already knew that she was getting upset. Abandonment was a dark subject for everyone, was it not? "Pfft! Yeah right!" (Y/n) hissed, a small unsure laugh filling the quiet air around the control room as the (h/l) (h/c)-haired strains shoulder bounced in laughter. "That's not going to happen" she said surely "I know it, they told me so" she smiled, her back straightened as she looked my way, her smile turning into that of a wide smirk. I sighed, shaking my head slightly as I continued to type, only letting my blue eyes glance over at the (h/c)-haired strain for a couple moments. "How naive" I sigh "Anyone can lie to someone's face and say that their words are truth, but not everyone is dumb enough to believe it, I guess you're not in that fortunate category" I shrugged. "But I guess not everyone is smart enough to get by in the real world, but you have your looks for that don't you?" I ask, my body turning to face the clearly shocked strain as I spoke. Her shoulder's had fallen, her (f/c) and (e/c) eyes widen slightly by shock, yet I knew her pride was still as straight as a board. I continued. "You do know what I'm talking about don't you?" "I-I ne-" "Of course you" I interrupt, smiling faintly to myself as I caught my own mistake "you and I both know that you would still be in that filthy alley of yours if it wasn't for those big (f/c) and (e/c) eyes, but you already knew that." I smirk viciously as I finish and tilt my own head back slightly in triumph. The fog of annoyance that had been clouding over my head was finally lifting, and it felt good. At least for the few seconds that it lasted. Suddenly, the silence of the control room was broken by a light, loud laugh. At first I was surprised as to where the noise had come from. It sounded sweet, like something I would hear in a song or in a choir of singers but upon looking in the direction of the noise my eyes widened slightly upon seeing that it was (Y/n). That annoying eyesore of a strain was actually laughing...and it was beautiful.