For You

"You're mine."

bodyguard

Seven of the ten marriage candidates your parents offered you were the definition of human filth; three attempted to lock you up in order to seize your family's power, two kept buttering you up and secretly divulged that you would be reduced to a slave after marriage, then the last two teamed up in an attempt to kill you in order to seize your assets. This debacle increased your resentment toward your parents - yakuza and their code of honor was long dead in your eyes. There were efforts to keep you safe from violent pursuers who sought out your hand or your death, most of these attempts were thwarted by none other than your trusty bodyguard, Ushijima Wakatoshi. The stoic brunette had stuck around for what felt like eons, but you knew that you could place your complete trust in him thanks to his insane physical prowess. Ushijima once recounted the amount of bullets he was hit with during an encounter with a hostile family; he made you remove two bullets while your family's doctor was yelling at him for his recklessness and cleaning up his wounds. There were pleasant and unpleasant memories you had with your childhood friend, sooner or later your line of work would catch up to you.

"Fuck, that took forever..." This was one of those times you wondered if you were prepared to die: Ushijima was knocked unconscious on your hotel room floor while your belongings were smashed, ripped, or thrown around your temporary abode. A suitor that your parents dismissed had your arms and legs bound by not only rope, but with zip ties as well to prevent you from making a quick escape. The rejected suitor kept your exhausted and beaten figure on the hotel bed - captive as you were, at least you were more comfortable than Ushijima's face down figure on the carpet.

"Now, I'll let you go if you agree to sign this here. It won't take long, and it'll be painless! Just make it quick sweetie, you're mighty tempting just lying there..." In one hand was an agreement to pass all of your assets to this trash, the other hand found your exposed thigh. This nameless donkey was taking his sweet time getting you a pen and visibly enjoyed your disgust as you attempted to shake his palm from your upper thigh; this asshole was inching close to forbidden territory.

"Hey, maybe we'll have some fun first? Whaddya say?" This bastard heaved a breathless laugh before his head was smashed sideways and his body was thrown off the bed like a sack of potatoes. Your eyes make contact with a furious Ushijima gripping a lamp in his hand that he then threw at your captor with a horrendous cracking sound. Judging from Ushijima's expression, it was likely that your bodyguard would be personally escorting your suitor to an unmarked grave. It takes awhile to remove all the rope - goddamn did this fucker use a lot - that bound your wrists and ankles together before Ushijima focused on removing the duct tape off your lips. With the sticky entity off, you rush toward the bathroom to wipe off the residue along with your tainted thigh - a shower wouldn't hurt, but the hotel room you booked was now a wreck thanks to your unwanted guest.

"______, you alright?" You turn to the sound of Ushijima's voice and eye his ever indifferent face now dotted with spots of blood. His dress shirt was wet thanks to your guest smashing a water jug against Ushijima's head; at least Ushijima smelled like fresh lemonade. A few silent moments pass before you toss a wet wash cloth to your lemonade-scented companion who decided to saunter over to the toilet seat - you couldn't help but watch him shut the lid - to wipe off the sticky residue on his person. You were used to lengthy moments of silence between yourself and Ushijima and appreciated the fact that he wasn't the type to continue conversation once it died off. He allowed you rare moments of comfort that you've always sought, but this marriage debacle was taking away your treasured alone time.

"Which guy was that?" A sigh leaves your lips before you give a curt response. The people who threatened or courted you were either nobodies or big somebodies in the world who wanted more than they bargained for. Some of these people were ignorant to your usual way of life where a dead body or a chopped pinky was the norm, others were very much used to your wretched norm and wanted nothing more than to drown you in it being the only heir to your family name. Tradition was never your concern, yet something told you that there was an obligation you had towards the low lives that protected the sanctity of your name. You owed Ushijima your life, your parents your respect, and the underlings that protected you your appreciation. Everyone had a place in your life and it would be selfish for you to credit yourself for keeping your head on your shoulders.

"How about me?" You turn your attention to your brunette bodyguard staring at you intensely. Marry him? Though you could consider it, there must be a reason why he wanted to be tied to the insanity that was your life.

"Why, are you interested?" The retort was entirely sarcastic but Ushijima nodded without hesitation. There would be a lot of pros to marrying you in terms of power, fortune, and infamy that many craved, but you were positive that Ushijima held no interest in meaningless things. Turning your attention away from your companion, you focus your gaze into the mirror before realizing that Ushijima had popped up behind your figure; he was taller than you had realized and somewhat slim though he had a well-built chest.

"If I said I was?" You look at Ushijima through the mirror and shiver at the feeling of his breath tickling your ear. Did he notice how panicked you were? Did he read your eyes at all? You could tell Ushijima was teasing you with his body heat, tickling you with feather-light touches directed toward your hips, then there was the way he stared at your reflection. At this point you'd be stupid to continue thinking he was being sarcastic with his proposal.

"I-I don't know?" Would you be able to even turn down Ushijima? Did you want to at this point?

"Then you're mine then." Ah, was that how it was? You had a single romantic relationship under your belt but you were sure that the (possibly) experienced Ushijima would guide you through it all without feeding you any lies. Ushijima's proposal would cause a stir within your family, there were many who lined up for your hand.

"Oh, I see." Worrying marriage and what your parent's would say didn't matter at the moment, Ushijima's arms snaking around your waist continued to be a persistent concern. Was he teasing you? Making fun of you for being dense and assuming he was joking? Was he entirely serious you've always known him to be?

"I really mean it." Ushijima whispers the words into your ear with his hand guiding your chin towards the mirror - his eyes were your biggest priority with his touch coming into close second. Something told you that he would take advantage of your hotel room after asking to have it cleaned, and knowing Ushijima, he'd probably use it to give you more time to think on things like his offer.

"Hey." You never knew Ushijima's voice could come out so deep, but that was mostly due to your ignorance. There were a lot of things you could say you didn't know about your bodyguard, such as his daring attitude when it came to physical teasing - the guy bit the lobe of your ear! You react in a soft gasp, uh-oh is your second thought. Ushijima's stare is digging into your pupils and drowning you into their endless depths.

"You're mine." By the sound of Ushijima's voice, he meant it. There's no other response you could muster, and at this point you'd rather have Ushijima as your partner over anyone else your parents choose. The handsome brunette was good at making you flustered - the hotel room would serve a bigger purpose than you thought.

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hi there, this took a while

some future chapters of this booklet will be call backs to some au's i've created. the most requested return is the clone!au - we'll see how that goes.

thanks for your support and patience, love you all. stay safe, hydrated, and indoors.