His Princess (Seiya Kanie X Reader)

(17) Stage Cleared

She sighed and looked at me, "This must really sound like an eerie fairytale to you, ne?"
     "Well, I mean, yeah. Everything since I first visited Amagi has been something of a fairy tale."
     "Does this clear things up?" she asked, stretching her arms over her head.
     I pause, "Well yes, but actually no. There's one important detail you're missing. Your emotional state."
     She tilts her head.
     I continue, "How... or... do you feel?," I swallow the lump in my throat, awaiting her response. I hoped she did. I hoped she felt something for me. I hoped I cared for someone who felt mutual for once. Watching her reaction intently, I inhaled deeply.
     "It's hard to say... I can go without it for most of the day, and I certainly do. But when I'm with you... things... are different. While I had to fake a lot of it at first, and fake it until it was 'natural' I get more than just commands from my brain on how I need to act—how I need to feel. Though, those commands... aren't really commands telling me what to reciprocate when I'm with you. It's... genuinely... feelings...." she avoided eye contact but maintained a clear voice.
     "Oh," was all I can muster. I mean, how do I even respond? That was the best response I could've hoped for! Though of course, that response could've been fabricated. The reality I choose to believe, is not that one.
     "Oh?"
     "Oh."
     "Oh."
     My lips curve into a smile. What I'm believing is right. I choose to believe she isn't lying. But... it's undeniable that I hold underlying worry deep inside for her.
     I shook my head and turn to face her, "That's all I needed. Thank you. Let's... go to bed."
     (Y/n) blinked at me for a bit, "Bed...?"
     I blinked, "Hm?," and lied down on the left side. All the worry and the energy it took to foster it finally caught up to me. I was in a deep slumber before she even turned the lights off.

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(Y/n)'s POV

The days following our "talk" went smoothly. Seiya seemed to be more relaxed. Perhaps even less cocky? No, if I wasn't the one amused he was.

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"(Y/n), print some co—"

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"..."

"Hmm~?"

"H-how can you sleep like that on my chair!? Neaten yourself up, w-w-what if someone else walks in!?"

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"I think this outfit will look great on you!"

"Oh really?"

"Seiya! Don't be such a downer! What's gotten into you today?"

"Sorry. I'm tired."

"Oh. Um... well... I'm sorry. H-hey, w-wait we're in..."

"It's not your fault. I'll try it on, but let's go straight to my apartment afterwards."

"O...okay."

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     And now I sat in the Elementario Theatre, with closed eyes and a smile after reminiscing on our latest interactions.
     "That was horrible. Entirely unacceptable," Seiya coldly reacts to their performance.
     Isuzu adds, "There was no coordination. Do you guys even like each other? What do you think Amamiya-san?"
I opened my eyes, "That was... awfully short and sporadic. There's no plot, no character development, no interactions, no coordination..."
Seiya sighed heavily, and I winced at his response. He's exhausted again...
"Let's call it a day here. Management will discuss how we'll improve this. Though, please try to work it out on your end..." he stands up and offers me his hand. I gladly accept and wrap myself around us arm.

Without another word Seiya and I walked of the building; he obviously didn't want to think about the park's problems anymore for the day.
"(Y/n). How do we improve a performance like that?" he asked as sarcastically as he did genuinely.
"Well... I can think of a few ways, though they're rather drastic measures."
"Let's hear it."
"I think... I'll take care of preparations on my own."
He abruptly stopped walking and asked with a straight face, "Why?"
"I have it figured out," I smile, the plan was quite simple actually, "But you need to rest. You're mood is wack!"
"...Wack?"

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After giving the suggestion of a sukiyaki dinner to Latifa, making food preparations, and ensuring a certain panic button would be easily noticed, I was eating dinner with Seiya in the security room.
He was extremely indifferent to the idea, but through persuasion I got him to come in. We sat eating spaghetti, awaiting for the screens to show something interesting.
"What are we waiting for again?"
"Latifa is having sukiyaki with the Elementario Fairies. Any time now... they'll be forced into a situation that will test their tenacity as a group. And through that, they'll bond, essentially becoming better performers."
"Really?" he asks in his usual tone, feeding himself more.
"Mmhm!"
"A sukiyaki dinner ca—wait what the hell!?" he shouts.
The castle transformed itself, becoming a true iron clad in castle form. Everything was going accordingly.
"The castle can do that!? What the hell are those weapons!?"
"It's an automatic target elimination system."
"Auto—what is something like that doing in an amusement park!?"
"To protect me and Latifa of course, if we need it."
Seiya took a deep breath, "Is this part of your schematics?"
I nod and eat more, unfazed by the war zone that came as a side effect of my plan.
"You said drastic, but that," he points firmly at the security monitors, "That's EXTREME! How is this going to improve something as simple as a theatre performance about fairies and magic and shit!?"
I took out a bottle of wine, "Shall I explain, or shall I let you piece it together? The choice is yours darling."
He looked at me like I was insane for a few seconds, but later sighed, "I want to think it through myself. I probably have nothing it worry about if you're okay with it."
Seiya sat back down and watched the happenings unfold, "High school aged humans don't drink, put it away."
"B-but!"
"People are coming here. And since you're an 'outsider' to the park, shouldn't you be in a state of panic?" he continued to analyze.
I smirk, "You're right. Oh no! Seiya!," I latch myself onto him, "What ever shall I do? Please protect me and fix it!"
Before he could respond in embarrassment or with a clever response of his own, the aforementioned people walked in.