The Beauty (Yandere x Married reader)

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(N/N)= Your nickname

Yoshiro:

I looked for a male office worker because I have better things to do than to get caught up in rumors. I found one, and showed him the note, but he didn't want to help me. Great...

I walked up to a girl office worker, and she seemed to know Rin personally.

"Oh my god," she started, "are you the new person (N/N) is training?" She asked excitedly.

"(N/N)?" I asked her. They're friends? Why is my beauty friends with this thing?

"You need to go to her desk, right? Don't worry, I got you." She seems very annoying, I wonder how (Y/N) puts up with her.

She jumps out of her feet, and she somehow lands on her feet in the heels she's wearing. "I forgot to introduce myself, how silly of me. I'm Yuuki! What's your name, Trainee?" She smirked.

"Please stop calling me that. Also, I'm Yamada Yoshiro," I introduced. I don't like her very much, but I have to be nice to her, or else (Y/N) will be out of my reach. I can not have that.

"Here," Yuuki's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and points to a seat. "Sit here," she smiles welcomingly. "Rin must be dealing with Jane and Victoria again." She scowls. "She's in a higher skill set and they still try and trash talk her. What morons." She looks away, with a distant smile on her face. "I'll go fetch the she-devil for you," she giggled and walked off. 

While I sat in the chair, I looked around her office. I looked and saw some photos of her and a girl with blue hair, and a guy with blue hair. Don't tell me she is married?! She looks young to have a child that looks fourteen! (A/N: That's how teenage pregnancy works Yoshiro, "your" precious (Y/N) is thirty.)

"I'm sorry for any trouble he has caused you, Yuuki." I heard a familiar voice down the hall.

"He's just quiet and very serious." Yuuki laughed.

"As long as he isn't trouble," my precious (Y/N) sighed.

I made myself look presentable for when (Y/N) comes in. She walks in and it was like time has stopped and she is all that I can focus on. She smiles. Smiles so beautifully. Her hair was bouncing, and now I wonder, why hasn't (Y/N) gone for modeling? "Are you ready to start, Yamada?" She asks me. The thing is, she called me by my last name. Does she not like me? What the hell? She didn't even add -san!

"Uh, yes (Y/N)-chan!" I slipped up already, ahh!! This is so embarrassing, I can't call her that!!

"Please don't call me that, trainee." She sighed. How cold.

TIME SKIPPU!

I finished organizing all of the documents (Y/N) told me to. I looked at my watch and it was getting late. Almost everyone left. "Fuck!" I heard (Y/N) scream, since her and I were the last people in here. 

I ran to the voice and I saw (Y/N) with an extremely pissed off face. She saw me, and cleared her throat, "I'm sorry, Trainee, shit has happened, and I must take care of it, here's my address and contact information." She hands me a slip of paper and a business card. The card had her phone number, name, email, and the slip had her address. Perfect.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

I storm out of the office, storming to my car, and floor it to the police station. There, I see this girl, my bruised daughter, and this smirking guy that looks too relaxed. The girl has blonde hair, showing way too much cleavage, even though she's a flat as an iron board. Her icy blue eyes are one's of a faker. A liar. The worst people on earth. (lol, don't mind this)

The man, however, has very dark brown hair, almost considered to be black. His eyes are amber, and his pale complexion reminds me of a vampire or one of those supernatural beings. His ripped jeans and leather jacket the adolescent teen is wearing is making it seem he is a "bad boy". But please, I've probably done more bad things than this child has in my teen years in a month than he can do in five months.

I haven't even graduated high school, but look at where I am at now. I have a very good paying job; a loving husband, who I have some doubts on; and a wonderful daughter, who I hope she gets her dream job, even though it's quite dangerous.

"So, why am I here, Rin?" I ask my bruised bluenette daughter.

"I got into a fight with Brittney." She huffed.

"Oh no! My poor daughter," I put on a fake sympathetic look. "Were Bitchney's  punches weak?" I smirk.

Rin bursts out laughing and I look over to look at Brittney's face to see her face red from anger and embarrassment.

"That's not my name, it's Brittney!" Brittney shouts. Even her boyfriend or her fuckboy or whatever the hell he is, is trying to contain himself from laughing.

"Iron board?" 

"No, it's Brittney!" 

"Slutney?"

"No! Brittney! Get it right you dumbass!"

"Ooohhh. . . It's Blonde Bimbo!" I say with a fake triumph.

The teen beside her couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, "She got you there, Sis!" Oh, they're siblings.

Brittney's face is still red from anger. "It's Brittney! You piece of shit hoe!" 

The room got quiet when she said that. I hung my head low, and made my bangs go over my face (if you don't, please pretend for the sake of the story) in a dark and menacing way. I can see Brittney smirking through my bangs, like she's won this match.

My daughter speaks up, but I cut her off by lifting up my head and put a fake and sweet smile on my face (Russia... stop possessing Reader-Chan), "Now, why would you call me a gardening tool?"

"But I didn't, you must be deaf," Brittney says in a matter-of-fact tone that is laced with confusion.

"A hoe is a gardening tool that helps with weeds." I stated with a blank face.

"Fine, you are a piece of shit whore!" Brittney 'ha's in my face, despite the fact I am much taller than she is.

"Look, Bitchney." I say and stare in her eyes. "I make much more than you probably do in a week than you working a month. I am the most hard working employee at my job, and my boss is going to allow me to be president when she retires. Please, call me a whore some other time when you don't look like one yourself." I say blankly and the entire police station erupted into 'oh's.

"Threatening my daughter now, are we (L/N)?" I hear someone behind me say.