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| I. Obanai x Reader | Tears for the Wedded [4/5] (AU)

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"Home sweet home..."

It was a small place I owned, with no decoration hung outside and a garden devoid of greens.

I had tried to keep the place clean of course but none of that could come close the jarring gap between the different worlds we inhabited.

Pulling out my key I unlocked the wooden door, but before opening it I hesitated and stopped myself. Turning back I saw Iguro still there, taking in the sight, and so my hand stayed on the handle, unwilling to open it in front of him.

"You...you can leave now..." I spoke quietly, embarrassed by his wandering gaze, looking at the place I admittedly called home.

"I don't mean to be rude you know," I sighed. "I don't have tea nor a place for you to sit, you should just leave..."

"I don't mind," the man replied without hesitation nor shame. "I would appreciate it if you would let me in actually, even only for a while."

Lips trembling I gulped down any memories and pride I had...

And opened the door.

"Go on in then," I sighed, pushing Iguro in with my cold hands, lips turned into a frown as I watched him inspect the place. Eyes tracing over the empty living parlor, dwelling upon the closed door of my bedroom.

"You know..." I began to speak, shutting the door behind my back.

Obanai looked over to me, leaning against the wall, looking at this barren house for what it is.

"Words aren't worth munch when written by a woman here..." I chuckled.

A pathetic place for a pathetic woman.

"I'm just relieved to see that you didn't fall into any addictions..." Obanai sighed, eyes fixed on the empty kitchen. An almost unnaturally clean place.

"As if I'm rich enough to afford alcohol and cigars," I sighed lightheartedly, sitting myself down on the lone beaten table in the middle of the living room. There were no chairs.

Iguro stayed silent.

You're not 'relived ' for me. I would have spat at him in the past. You're just happy to see that nothing else will break your precious little world apart, one filthy crack at a time.

But he had a heart for some people I knew by now. That he had pity and don't place himself above others, it doesn't make him any less ignorant, but it certainly makes him less of a bastard.

'Still spoiled though' I chuckled in my head.

"You want to see my room?" I asked casually, amused to see the man's eyes widen for brief second before realization struck him back to reality.

I started to laugh.

"You forgot who I was for a second didn't you?" I rolled my head back like a madwoman. Standing up to my feet, I approached the young man with a smirk upon my painted lips. "You would think that it's hard to forget that I am a-"