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"Oh, Yagi-san -" I coo as I bounce happily towards the gangly male, tall shoulders slumped forward as he strides through the hallway at his own snail's pace. I was quick to wrap my arms around his left arm, pulling it against my chest leaving the material of his button down to tickle the exposed skin of my cleavage. "I have some news for you~" I sang cheerily. I felt the muscle on his arm twitch at the contact but the tense tug at his jaw told me all I needed to know. He had acknowledged it. I gave him a sickly sweet smile as I dragged the tips of my fingers down the inside of his forearm before lacing our fingers together. Those piercing blue eyes of his glanced at me from the corner of his eyes but he said nothing. I giggled, resting my head against his bicep.
His movements were quiet. A contrast to the bustling of the room he was slowly approaching. There was a moment of silence as we took a few more steps, Yagi-san enjoying the view of the garden from the open hallway. "I know what happened with the warehouse was a deplorable act of selfishness from the police," I sighed dramatically, slowly unwrapping my arms from around Yagi-san's arm. I rolled my eyes as I continued, not aware the way my tone darkened as I spoke, " Always sticking their little fingers into the honeypot ."
I was surprised to find cold fingers tighten around mine, before I could pull my hand away like I was busy doing. I stared down at our hands as he slowly raised them, letting him guide me through a spin in a smooth, fluid moment. I gasped softly, a sweet smile breaking out on my lips as he pulled his arm over my head to rest his arm against my back, pulling me closer to his side. He hadn't let go of my right hand, leaving it pulled across my stomach, our jointed fingers half resting on my left hip.
His action said more than his silence did and it was something I appreciated. I hadn't said anything, but the knowing smile he gave me told me that I didn't need to in the first place.
I found it quite lovely, as we took our time to stroll down the hallway of the Japanese style building, the sounds of the garden being our music. You could hear the water as it dribbled over the rocks in a rush to the pond located under it, and the leaves as it crinkled in the breeze. There were other sounds too. Of little critters scuttling about and the soft buzzing of the bees as they took the pollen from the flowers planted around. Yagi-san had a good taste for a garden.
I was ready to let go by the time we reached the main hall, loosening my arms if he so chose to pull away like I expected he would. I was awfully surprised when he didn't. My grin widened. "Aww, Yagi-san!" I chittered, blushing at the way he silently led both of us into the room, multiple heads turning as the shoji screen door slid open, wheels croaking at the action.
A chorus of greetings echoed through the room. All of them a variation of 'hello, sir'. I watched with amusement as they all followed traditional Japanese greetings, bowing after their greetings. A few turned to me, a mixture of emotions in many of their eyes, but bowing in a collective greeting nevertheless. I watched them, giving them all a nod and a grin to which most of them just either looked or smiled back politely.
Compared to the zaisu surrounding the chabudai, Yagi-san had his own chair that was against the back wall of the room, a stiffer, slightly raised version of the zaisu. I stayed still as Yagi-san removed his arm from around me and lowered himself into the chair, pulling me down with him as he hadn't let go of my hand. He positioned me in his lap, leaving me to rest half against his chest, the cool wood touching the small of my back. I could feel it through the thin material of the blouse I was wearing.
His arm settled on the arm of the chair behind my back for extra support as he balanced me on his thigh. My legs were draped between his spread legs. I twitched when he started caressing skin at the waistband of my tight fitting pants with his thumb. He scratched his chin but gave me a look, his eyes glittering knowingly. I made a face at him while I tried ignoring the blush pulling at my cheeks, hating that he took pleasure in teasing me.
The chabudai was centred closer towards the main shoji screens, leaving a small space towards between the table and yagi-san's chair. Conversation was resumed almost immediately, only they included their boss in their discussions.
While I got distracted by his hand. Taking his massive hand in mine, I stared at it for a moment. I was holding his hand in both of mine. My whole hand could wrap around a single finger. It was quite comical, seeing one hand wrapped around his index finger and the other his pinky. My mind flashed back to a few times where the very same hand had been around my throat once or twice, and not all of them life threatening. Supporting his hand, I pressed my left hand underneath his, our palms causing warmth. Or more like, his body absorbing my body heat. Using my dominant right hand, I traced my fingers over his knobby digits. His hands were marred with faint marks. Having bleached themselves into his skin. They were scars that told a lot about his life and the things he had done.
I realised I was half paying attention to what was said when mention of the recent drama was brought up. I raised my head, looking at the cute Japanese man wearing a black suit who wore wire-y framed round glasses that shared the conversation starter. I stared at him for a moment before gasping loudly.
I had caught the attention of everyone in the room. "Yagi-san!" I gasped, gripping his hand. Instead of speaking to me like he had when commenting hsi thoughts on their discussion, he simply raised one lanky blonde eyebrow. "I have something for you!" I said excitedly. I started pulling myself out of his lap, tugging up the waistband of my pants to readjust them and shooting him a look. There was a twitch of his lips and no other response.
"So-" I started off in English, smoothing my hands down my thighs, readjusting the thigh strap while I was at it. I glanced at the curious table of men peering at me from the table to an interested looking Yagi. "In regards to recent events and pests involved with it," I spoke confidently, muttering the last part in distaste. "I found something interesting," I continued, making my way towards one of the shoji screens off to the side. I slid open the door, stepping into the partially dark room. I grinned maniacally when I saw a heap of a man lying unconscious in the dark. His hair, black as ink, was a curtain to most of his face, covering his eyes and half of his nose. They still did little to hide the colour of the bruising on his face. The gray carbon fibre material bound around his body stood out against the colour of his uniform.
Reaching for him, I grabbed the material firmly and pulled him out of the room. There was a collective gasp off to my right but I paid them little mind. I heard a man mutter something in Japanese under his breath about a girl dragging the weight of a man behind her. I wasn't surprised by it.
"-I found a little raven spying from the window." I huffed slightly, dropping the body in front of oji-san. Yagi shifted in his seat, gripping both of the arms to pull himself upright, leaning forward in interest.
"You said you found him at the warehouse?" he asked in Japanese, deep voice thick with a kansai dialect. I nodded, prodding the seemingly unconscious male with my boot. The steel tip on the inside was solid and a memory of kicking the shit out of the hero for the first time made me grin.
"Yip!" I responded cheerily, reaching down to grab a fistful of his hair and yanking his head backwards. I heard him grunt. I snorted. "You can stop pretending to be asleep," I spoke monotonously. So my Japanese wasn't a hundred percent correct, Sir was still a good teacher.
I was met with a scathing glare, golden eyes staring at me with nothing but contempt and it made me thrive . I gave him a feral grin, baring my teeth. "Oh come now, hero-kun," I cackled letting go of his hair and grabbing at his back, grabbing a fistful of the scarf to pull him into his knees. He started struggling, fighting against his own hobaku buki. I dug my knee into his back to make him stop. He wasn't a worm and I'd rather he not do a poor imitation of it.
Looking up from the hero, I saw the look in Yagi-san's eyes and I swallowed thickly.
"Is there any reason in particular you would bring an enemy right into my home?" his tone was clipped and he was to the point. I didn't say anything, staring at him for a second before I sighed and stood, replacing my knee with my foot. He was looking at me disapprovingly and I didn't like it.
"You seemed down and I wanted to cheer you up," I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn't miss the way his eyes glanced toward my cleavage. He gave me a hard stare for a moment before giving a sigh of his own, reclining in his chair.
"Then thank you, my dear." he said simply, making me grin. He was placated for the moment, but I knew I'd likely get punished for it at some point, if not later. He shifted his weight off of his left side, choosing to brace his elbow on the arm, resting his chin in his hand, long finger pressed against his jaw. The action accentuated the hollowness of his cheeks.
"Besides, I couldn't resist when I saw his scruffy face," I added, making him scoff behind his hand.
"He mostly works independently from what I've heard," I hummed, running my hands through my hair to tuck away any of the loose strands that managed to escape intricate braid. Eri really had a way for detail when braiding her. "He's an underground hero?" I half questioned, finding the classification of hero rank kind of pointless. "He's been seen working with pro heroes like Midnight and Present Mic for some big projects, long with the police." I couldn't help but grin like the Cheshire cat at the way he protested at the mention of the two pro heroes.
" However ," I stated, putting emphasis on the word. "Our little raven was snooping without proper clearance from anyone. I don't think the authorities higher up the hero food chain would be so happy to hear that, right, hero-kun?" the reaction I got from that genuinely made my day. I could feel his frustration and anger.
"Enough, Arcy."
I huffed.
" Behave ."
It was a warning.
Begrudgingly, I nodded, fiddling with the strap on my thigh. I saw the hero glance towards the holster and I tutted him for it. He was quick to look away.
"What are your plans for him, then, dear?" I raised my head, looking over at the blonde with a crude smile, showing all intent of the reason I brought him here. "He is your gift after all, Might-sama." That particular look made his bright blue eyes gleam a little brighter. Those stark blue eyes of his were already a contrast to the dark shadows around his eyes. He looked even more frightening than normal. I could feel the tension from the group behind me. I shivered at the fear in the air. It was palpable . " Ah ," was the only response I received.
Squatting down to the man who was analysing everything within a fraction of possibility, I patted his slightly greasy hair. Smoothing my hand over the back of his head. "We'll take good care of you, hero-kun," I cooed, seeing the fear he tried really hard to mask under a look of indifference.