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deuxcherise · 25 days ago

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To Have and To Hold

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, probably OOC Ayato Kamisato, yandere Kamisato Ayato, fem! reader, tsuntsun! reader, Thoma & Kamisato Ayaka friendship, mentions of other Genshin Impact characters, thirsting from background characters, language content, includes a picture of a moonflower A/n: So it's been a freaking long time since I've updated this series but here's a long one! in previous iterations, I had written the names in the western format (first name, surname) but I think for the sake of my sanity in wanting to maintain the smooth oration of names, I’m going to write their names in the eastern format (surname, first name). Okeydokey! Anyway, back to the story (my goodness, I started this chapter back in July!), does Ayaka get caught? If so, by who and what will she do? :D Masterlist

Politics, personal affairs, finances— Any powerful and esteemed clan would keep that sort of vital information under strict surveillance, and the Kamisatos are no different. Ask any regular citizen about them, and one’ll find there is nothing valuable worth declaring as evidence against their prestigiously clean reputation.

“Psst! Did you know that recently, Lady Kamisato, pardon, the wife of our Lord Kamisato purchased…”

Unfortunately, the same could not be same from within that solid fortress, where hushed voices roam rampant.

“Oh my oh my, I did. I did. Now did you know that the young Lady Kamisato, pardon, the sister of our Lord Kamisato ate…”

“Hush now! Hush! … Now… did you know that our cat-like-”

It is, however, fortunate that the inner web-spinners of the Kamisato Estate are usually competent enough to keep such scandalous words from escaping into the outside world. That being said, it is still highly discouraged by the head of staff to participate in such impolite activity, no matter how entertaining every bit may be. A warning to newcomers: the walls are always listening, and one might accidentally miss the slightest of cracks letting in cold air.

Another fortune of the Kamisato clan is the existence of is a person responsible and quite skillful at patching up those tiny holes. And that job belongs to none other than a certain esteemed housekeeper, trusted by the head of the Kamisatos himself.

“They say that Lord Kamisato is too busy burying his head in his wife’s bosom to deal with actual matters affecting the estate,” Thoma manages to say, his lips pursed and shoulders twitching from the hilarious ridiculousness of the statement. “What do you make of it?”

Crack!

The Lord Kamisato in question snaps the barrel of yet another pen in half within a tight grip, spilling ink onto the lacquered wood of his desk. Luckily, none of it manages to land onto the piles and piles of letters stacked by the dozens pertaining to the upcoming events in mere weeks. He lets it go before propping his elbows on the table and covering his strained eyes, releasing a heavy sigh. Seeing this, Thoma almost feels pity for his boss, who has typically maintained the image of the mysterious and unapproachable bachelor in public.

“If that were true in even the slightest,” Ayato starts off, voice straining, “All of these useless matters would be finished in one day, so I could go back into the arms of my dear wife. Tis a shame…”

For a split second, Thoma’s eyes pop out and his mouth falls open. He thinks to comment, but then ultimately decides to pick up his jaw instead and clear his throat.

His lord is usually quite tactful, refined and mature for his age compared to other young men. It has been far too long to remember when exactly Thoma first entered the household, but until now Ayato has never spoken in this… for the lack of a better word, loose manner before— even within the private confines of his office.

At least… before you arrived.

Thoma takes a deep breath as he tries to keep the corners of his mouth from turning upwards, wincing from the slight shudder that escapes. “W-would you like me to suppress the rumors, my lord?”

A moment passes in silence before Ayato flicks a free hand backwards twice. “No need.” He spreads the fingers of the hand covering his eyes, allowing Thoma to see the darkness swirling in the center of those purple irises. “I see no harm in its existence. In fact… I’d like to see how far this little rumor will travel.”

“Eh? Are you sure?”

“Mm.” Ayato sits back up straight and reaches for another poor pen to sacri- utilize from the cup of regular pens. As he scribbles and finishes another letter, he orders, “In the meantime, increase the security around the west wing.” His pen stops for a moment. “Oh, and do report of my dear wife’s reaction as well, when you get the chance. I’d like to see it for myself, but unfortunately,” he gestures to the stacks of blank sheets, unused ink tablets, and empty envelopes, “I have all of this I must take care of. How bothersome… Unless-”

“I will get right onto that, Lord Kamisato!” Thoma says, saluting and escaping from the room to implement the orders before his lord could add another task upon his list.

Ayato chuckles before the smile falls off his face. The silent room then fills with scribbles upon scribbles upon scribbles…

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And so, the allowance of unlimited freedom for this little rumor to spread eventually leads to a sudden uptick in sales within the perfume industry for husbands, wives, and partners to dab tantalizing scents on their chest and successfully seducing their spouses to—

Ahem.

A slight digression, regarding the interesting topic of rumors and gossip. That story in particular is meant for another time. In the meantime, presently, there is a most concerning and sordid piece of hearsay being passed around the Kamisato Estate as of late: it being the scandalous rumor that the young, unmarried Lady Ayaka, sister of Lord Kamisato, is parading around in a servant’s uniform.

Such improper conduct could not possibly be, well, possible. At least, that’s what Thoma thinks. There is absolutely no way Miss Ayaka would be entertaining this notion. She has a playful side, sure, being a younger sister adored by the public after all. But a mischievous side? Against her brother’s orders? Impossible.

“Oh!” “Huh?”

“Ayaka…?”

It is indeed amusing, how life seems to like finding ways in which to prove the most certain of people wrong.

Ayaka’s eyes widen in fear. “T-Thoma?”

Despite the shock, the bewildered housekeeper immediately scans Ayaka’s attire. Just as the rumors have mentioned, Ayaka seems to be dressed exactly to play the role of Lady-in-waiting for his lord’s wife. Though, even with the servant attire, there’s no hiding her princess-like aura, which begs the question, “What-”

Step step step step.

Various feet make their way towards their hallway, prompting Thoma to quickly slide open a door and grab Ayaka on the way inside. With the door shut, he looks and listens for the footsteps to pass by and fade into silence before letting out a sigh of relief. Finally, he addresses the issue in a calm and stern tone. “Miss Ayaka, may I ask what exactly are you up to?”

Ayaka opens her mouth to explain calmly and eloquently as she always does, except a thought suddenly occurs to her.

Thoma, being her brother’s right hand man, is privy to almost all of Ayato’s plans. Which means he too must be aware that Ayato has been keeping his wife, her very own sister-in-law, trapped in the west wing of the estate. All alone without a single close soul to reach out to. A friend you can let down your hair with. A friend you can share a laugh with. A friend you can have… have… to have a girls’ night with!

Ayaka gasps at her brother’s and Thoma’s audacity, much to his confusion. “The nerve of you two!” she accuses, jabbing an accusatory finger against Thoma’s chest.

Thoma takes a step back and raises his hands in a surrendering manner at this unexpected behavior. “W-what?”

Hands fisted, Ayaka continues. “I heard from (Y/n) herself! All of this time, I had believed she was avoiding me out of fear or shyness, but in reality, it is Brother who has been keeping us apart! Can you believe that??” She raises a finger, shushing him. “No, don’t answer that. You must be in on it too, since you’re part of her staff! What do you have to say for yourself, Thoma?”

Thoma’s eyes rapidly look around, away from Ayaka’s face, as if looking for the correct answer that’s not appearing in his mind.

Ayaka, not one to stay angry for long, begins to falter. “W-well?”

What could Thoma say? That it is her brother’s prerogative to lock Lady (Y/n) away? And how could he, a mere housekeeper, possibly go against his lord’s order, lest he be charged with treason? An unreasonable conclusion, sure. But the culprit of this entire situation is a very stressed and severely deprived Ayato tittering on the edge, and there is no one who can sway him as he is now.

Prior to the marriage, Thoma’s long-time loyalty and friendship would have had some weight and influence on his lord’s decisions. But now? Well, that’s a fool’s risk.

Seeing Thoma’s hesitance, Ayaka takes a step back, and wills her temper down, an admired trait of hers that has kept her previously calm in the face of arrogant leaders she’s had to forge alliances with for the sake of the Kamisato clan. She takes a deep breath, settles in a graceful pose with her back straight and her hands politely together. “Thoma, I forgive you for your unwilling participation in this mess-”

Thoma makes a face and almost releases a sigh of relief at the miss’s understanding.

“-and I would like to request that you keep my activity thus far a secret from Brother. As long as possible.”

His eyes go wide. “Eh? But-”

“I started playing the part of Lady (Y/n)’s Lady-in-waiting to find out her true character at first,” Ayaka explains. “And what I have witnessed is that she is graceful and kind, and well-suited to being my brother’s wife. I would very much like to meet her as myself at some point, if only Brother would allow it. Until then, I’d like to enjoy being in her company. Without titles and reputation. ”

Thoma’s lips tighten, ruminating on it for a moment.

“Please,” she says, eyes glittering like a lost puppy.

Thoma sighs. “Okay, alright. I’ll do my best to keep the staff under wraps, but I cannot guarantee your brother won’t hear wind of this from passing whispers. You know he has a strange way of knowing everything…”

Ayaka intertwines her fingers together tightly, a happy aura emanating from her form. “Thank you, Thoma! Thank you so much.” A sudden thought occurs to her. “Oh. If I may ask, do you know why Brother is so insistent on hiding her, Thoma? Is she in danger of some sort?”

Thoma plays with the back of his hair to ease his stress. “Uh… Not exactly…? How do I say this? Uh… Your brother… he… eh… might be a little… obsessed with her?”

-----🐈-----

Rumors often travel and trickle down the twisted grapevine before reaching the last right or wrong ears. And very rarely, do the details stay untouched.

Crrr…

Unless, of course, you’re right next to the source material.

WHAT??? your mind screeches, reeling from all of this unexpected development.

All of your limbs are stretched out, hands gripping the barely creaking wooden supports holding up the ceiling of this room, doing their best to keep your entire body from falling eight feet to the floor. Below you are your lady-in-waiting— who-is-actually-your-sister-in-law-apparently (?) — and that hardworking housekeeper— and-right-hand-man-to-your-damn-husband!

How does a wife of a lord find herself in this precarious situation, one may ask?

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[A few moments ago…]

With the vines on the furthest wall of the garden destroyed by your stupid husband, stealing your one line of freedom out of this damned estate, desperate times call for desperate measures. There couldn’t possibly be just one way out of this place, after all. Not to mention, luckily, your lady-in-waiting, Ayami, is finally away from you… for some reason. Regardless, you figure this is the time to strike.

“Psst!”

“What?”

“You ready?”

“Shh!”

Roaming through the halls, you find yourself next to one of the kitchens in charge of your daily meals. You quickly hide behind a tower of baskets, interest piqued by the sudden gathering of familiar and unfamiliar staff all in one place, whispering to each like a small horde of mice.

“Okay, okay, girls, guys, everyone, settle down.”

“Scooch over!” “Stop pushing me!” “Oh my Archons-”

“Settle down!” the leader of this gathering barks. “ … Now… It is time to unanimously decide…”

Perhaps, your escape could be delayed for a few moments. You don’t have a route mapped out just yet, and it would be a shame if you got caught so easily, being a daughter of the Holy Dogs and the lady of the estate. Besides, what are they talking about that begets such suspicious behavior?

Decide what? An ambush on the Kamisato Estate?? you wonder, leaning closer and tilting your head.

One of the staff plays a soft drum roll by slapping the back of a pot laid upside down.

“... on who’s the hottest man in Inazuma!!!”

You blink. Eh?

“Wooo!” “Yeah!” “Let’s get it on!”

“Now for the lineup, we have… Arataki Itto!”

“Woo!” “Wah~” “HELL YEAH!” “Our one and oni~” “HE’S DA MAN!”

You think about Arataki Itto. You had met him that day Ayato decided to take you out and you fell into the bridge and your husband— Ahem! Back to the oni in question, the last time you saw him, he did leave a manly impression. One that reminds you of a very tough… puppy? One of those mean-looking dogs that turn out to be surprisingly meek. With all of those markings and those large red horns, you suppose he does bring a carnal, predatory aspect of lust into some people’s mind at first glance. Too bad for those people, since he seems more naive and loud-mouthed than the brooding oni his appearance portrays. Plus, he's apparently a friend of your husband— close enough to call him “bro” of all things— which automatically makes him weird. But to each their own, you suppose.

“Gorou!”

“CUUUTE!” “Yah!” “My future waifu!” “The goodest boi!” “HE LOOKS SO FLUFFY!”

Gorou, the great general of the Watatsumi Island’s forces. You haven’t had the opportunity to meet him yet (a result of your unwilling isolation, no doubt), but you have heard the tales. An admirable man known for his strength and valor. If Itto reminded you of a puppy, then the dog man himself definitely is a puppy. A Shiba inu, to be exact. Which begs the question, if he went up against Taroumaru, who would win…? In addition, if it were possible, you’d like to pet both and find out whether or not his tail is as fluffy as the rumors claim…

“Kaedehara Kazuha!”

Many whistles fly. “OUR HERO~” “Shut up, he’s mine!” “Please, he’s too good for a tramp like you.” “WHO YA CALLIN’ TRAMP, YOU SKANK?”

Another man of influence you’ve yet to meet in person, but one you’ve known about for a long time. The Kaedeharu Clan was a noble samurai clan of notable fame here in Inazuma and a subordinate branch of the Kamisato Clan until a certain incident. The young master was one of the bachelors considered in your betrothal. However, since the man himself was uninterested in marriage, and your elders saw it unfit to give you to a dying line, you ended up here instead of wherever he ended up, being a nomad and all. You don’t have any complaints, but it does make you wonder what it would’ve been like to be married to such a mysterious man… Would you have been free to roam the lands instead of cooped up here within the walls of the Kamisato Estate…?

Not that you would dare tarnish your family’s reputation with a dishonorable act of affairs, of course! And neither are you interested anyway. It’s just an interesting what-if situation to think about.

“Shikanoin Heizou!”

“Ahhh~” “His voice is so… mm~” “Yeah, so handsome~ “Listen, I’d never commit murder… unless it’s to steal his heart.” “PFF! LAME!” “SHUT UP, YOU LONELY SON OF A-”

Another man you haven’t- Ugh… Again, not someone you’ve met in person but you have heard some rumors. A young prodigy detective from the Tenryou Commission, with sharp senses and ingenious thoughts. Apparently, no matter what unsolved case he's facing, he can get to the truth in unexpected ways. Perhaps, if you are able to get ahold of him, you could have him solve the mystery of why your husband acts so strange?

“Thoma!”

“Ooooh!” “Honestly, he wins.” “He can wife me up any day.” “More like be my wife, ya know what I mean?” “Heck no! He’s our head of staff!” So?” “So… as if he’d be interested in your ugly peasant behind.” “NEO JUGEULLAE!?” “SPEAK COMMON-”

You grind your teeth, possessing no comment regarding your husband’s most loyal accomplice.

…..

… Fine! if you had to be fair… considering you’ve given props to the other men mentioned already… He is, admittedly, handsome in his own right. Reliable. Charming, in a kind and respectful kind of way. If you weren’t married, you could see yourself snatching him up to be a husband on a whim.

…..

On second thought, you do find him a complete pushover who’d probably cry a lot if you showcased your true self. There’s no way someone like that could be completely loyal to and serve a strange man like your husband if he wasn’t a pushover. He probably wouldn’t be able to say no to someone like your cute and clumsy lady-in-waiting, Ayami, for example. He reminds you of a dog that whines if you so much as step out of sight for a single second. Pathetic.

“And finally…” Dramatic drumroll. “Kamisato Ayato!”

“.....” “.....” “.....” “Oooh…”

You await more comments, but find none.

What’s with the silence? you think, eyebrows furrowed. Where’s all of the cheering for my husband? He is an undoubtedly handsome and talented man, though with some caveats. Surely, there should be at least one fan?

“What? All that fuss over all those other men and suddenly when it comes to our fine-looking lord, nothin’?” asks the leader of the gossipers.

Exactly!

“Well…,” one of them starts, “It’s more like… you know…?”

“Yeah…” another of them agrees with hesitance. “He… and Lady Kamisato…”

“You know what? If nobody wants to say a thing, then I will!”

A round of groans. “Oh Archons, please someone hold him down.”

“Hey, wait a second!” You can hear many feets jump to the ground. “Listen, listen! He’s not my number one, but he’s like super duper hot.” Some pots clatter about. “If he wasn’t married, I’d bang him. Like I’d actually-”

“Oi!” One of them cuts in. “Speak properly and stop talking about our lord like that!”

“Ya know what?” says the mischievous one. “You’re right. If his wife wasn’t married-”

Your eyebrows raise up in wonder.

“WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!” cuts in the leader. “Shut. The hell. Up. Listen, buddy, I get that you’re a thirsty single idiot, but do not, and I repeat, do not speak of our lord’s wife in that manner. Especially in here. Do you want to end up getting your entire family killed? You wanna end up thrown out into the ocean?”

A silent gasp tumbles out of your mouth. What? People can’t talk about me, or else they’ll die? Because of who? And why? … Have there been people who have died whispering my name? Oh dear, that’s horrible! I must bring it up with Ayami later… But if I make the wrong move, will I be killed too?

“I mean… I guess there’s more fish in the sea-”

“Oh my Archons.” “Eff me.” “Shut up, weirdo…” “This is why nobody likes you.”

“Oh, come on!”

“Everyone, let's get back to the contest! Cast your votes now!”

Step step step step.

With footsteps coming your way, much to your chagrin, you depart from your hiding spot and race through the hallways, watching for any signs of incoming individuals. Just when you see a hint of a person’s clothing as they turn the corner, you immediately enter one of the rooms, close the door, and wait for them to pass.

“Oh!” “Huh?”

You hear two people accidentally bump into each other outside the door.

“Ayaka…?” says the male voice.

You haven’t said a word, but it seems the devil looks for any opportunity to appear. The moment you hear Thoma’s voice, an ice cold feeling enters your chest and makes you sharply inhale, fearing he’ll catch you and bring you back to your husband. In just under a second, you quickly scan the room and luckily find wooden pillars strong enough to support a person. Thank goodness for the Kamisato clan’s financially high status!

You quickly hop up, extend all of your limbs, and balance yourself on the ceiling’s frame just as the housekeeper and… your lady-in-waiting(???) enter the room in the same manner as you did just earlier, avoiding other staff.

Thoma and Ayami? How scandalous! you think as your eyes jump between them. I would’ve never thought!

And that is how you end up finding out that your Ayami is actually Ayaka, your sister-in-law, and that sneaky housekeeper is definitely a complete pushover.

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Obsessed? Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. Him? Me? Obsessed? HIM?

“Eh? Brother? Lady (Y/n)? Obsessed?” Ayaka repeats, as if voicing your thoughts exactly. She gasps. “You mean to say… he’s in love with her?”

You almost choke on your spit.

“In a way…” Thoma nods vehemently, eyes squeezed tight as if he himself is having trouble believing this truth. “But it’s true! I swear. He has been, with her, since the day they met.”

The memory of the day you met your husband comes to mind, where you were crouched down in the very garden where you now constantly make and fail your escape attempts. You remember clearly putting on a fake smile, as per the Elders’ order, before turning around to greet him and his own fake smile. Two people wearing masks agreed to marry each other, to have and to hold until death.

Nothing unusual with arranged marriages, but… you’ve been wearing a mask since day one, with only a few cracks here and there. Does that mean your husband only decided to marry you because he fell in love with your fake self…?

In an instant, you feel something sharp and small like a needle pierce your chest. There are no enemies in this room, and there is not a single spot of blood seeping into the cloth covering your chest, and yet your chest hurts. You shake your head away from this strange feeling, and keep listening.

Ayaka intertwines her fingers together, eyes glittering. “Well, that’s wonderful! How wonderful!” She then deflates a little. “Though I do suppose that does explain why he’s so… protective over her…”

“Mm.”

You bit your bottom lip in dismay. No! Do not be fooled! That brother of yours is most certainly not being “protective”. I can take care of myself, thank you very much!

“However!” Ayaka pipes up. “I do not think it is fair for her at all. And most certainly not to me. He wouldn’t even allow our meeting to take place! I can't possibly be considered a danger to her.”

“Yes… Well, given the limited all-female staff, the restricted areas she’s allowed to be in, and the high amount of security around those areas… Now that I’m actually talking about it, I truly think he has gone mad,” Thoma comments.

I AGREE!

“I believe so too.” Ayaka agrees, crossing her arms. “Perhaps because she is his first love, after all…”

Eh…? Really…?

Ba-thump.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, he’s been smiling strangely as of late. And every time I mention Lady (Y/n) around him, I hear a cracking sound.”

Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

Oh thank goodness, I thought I was the only one hearing it. So, it does have something to do with that scary man. Huh… Scary…

“Indeed… I’ve been noticing that too,” says Thoma, getting into a thinker’s pose. “Regardless, it seems due to the upcoming festivals, he hasn’t been able to spend some time with Lady (Y/n) as of late and he is, for a lack of better words, suffering. Badly.”

Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

… G-good. If I can’t go outside by myself, then he cannot… he should… I can’t stand being near that man. If I have to suffer, then so should he.

“Is that so? Hmm… Speaking of which, ever since Lady (Y/n) received a package of…” Ayaka coughs politely, “‘mature’ books some time ago from a friend of hers, she has been avoiding him as much as possible. Not out of anger, I don’t think, but she has an odd tendency to ask for a bowl of ice water to dunk her head in whenever I mention him.”

Oh. Those books and the cucumber incident. Your cheeks fill with heat as you know it’ll be a while before you recover completely from that day. Your limbs begin getting tired, but all the training sessions you’ve endured since you were little demands you stay put and steadfast.

Thoma decides not to question the books, though his interest is piqued. Instead, he brings up a suggestive notion with raised eyebrows and a glint in his eyes. “Oh? It seems while it is obvious your brother is highly interested in Lady (Y/n), she might perhaps… feel the same way towards him?”

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

No? Absolutely not! You're getting the wrong idea! you shout mentally. He is a scary, scary man!

Ayaka’s eyes match his glint as she processes his words. “Perhaps they are too oblivious to one another to notice. Hm. I must say, it is quite advantageous that you are his right hand man, and I am her lady-in-waiting. I believe a little push may turn the tide?”

I’m not liking where this is going…

Thoma grins. “Shall we?” he offers, holding out his right hand.

“We shall!” Ayaka grasps his right hand with hers, solidifying their team-up officially.

And so, the esteemed housekeeper and the undercover sister-in-law make a silent vow with fire in their eyes and a determination in their hearts to join their respective persons.

While you are still on the ceiling, now silently begging them to leave.

Forget all of this nonsense about bringing you and your strange husband together or whatever they agreed on. And forget about even escaping. You just want to go back to your room and pretend you know nothing at all and are just a naive doll-like wife as most people believe you to be, not straining yourself in this manner.

The very moment the two leave, unseen by anyone else luckily (else that too could become its own rampant rumor, being a couple of unmarried individuals in a room by themselves) and shut the door, you immediately jump down onto the tatami mats and release a large sigh of relief. You roll your shoulders and bend your legs, wiggling your entire body out of the strain. You mentally apologize to your tomorrow’s self for enduring the damage of today’s actions.

You begrudgingly head back to your room, passing by the very garden that began all of the events that have occurred thus far. It is currently a late evening and the sun has already sunken behind the wall, now barren and mocking at your desire for freedom. It is a sight to behold however, seeing the beds of moonflowers starting to bloom underneath the flowerless cherry blossom trees.

Seeing as you have plenty of time before dinner, you make your way over near the wall and crouch down to examine the blooms closely. They were planted only a few weeks ago, replacing the autumn crops. During the day, you’ve only seen their bulbs. In the shadows now, they look like little stars. You reach out to touch the soft-looking petals.

“I’d advise you not to touch those particular flowers, (Y/n),” comments a very familiar voice from behind you.

You jolt and stand up, turning around as you do so, meeting the eyes of your husband. You quickly replace your wide eyes and open mouth with your doll-like mask, with emotionless eyes and a rigid smile. You give a tiny bow to him in greeting. “Hus- Ayato. San.”

Ba-thump.

His expression mirrors your own, though his eyes swirl with that familiar glint that raises goosebumps along your skin, covered by the expensive fabric of your modest robe. “(Y/n), he greets you back.

The two of you stand there in silence, not breaking eye contact except for the occasional blinking.

Although in the past, salacious images would appear in your mind and make you horrendously flustered in his presence… Somehow in this moment, your mind has become a void space, like the depths of a raging ocean at night.

Ba-thump.

The moment you hear the crickets in the garden begin to chirp, you realize there is no else here in the garden except for you and your husband.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

You decide to break the awkward silence. “How are you this evening?”

Crrr…

“Fine. And you?”

You nod. “Same as well.”

……

Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

“May I… inquire as to why you’d advise against touching these particular flowers?” You gesture to them.

He finally breaks eye contact entirely, looking over the moonflowers contemplatively. “Hmm. Pretty as they are, unprocessed moonflowers are unfortunately poisonous to the touch.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm. If accidentally ingested,” he continues, slowly going through more symptoms without breaking a beat. “They can potentially cause deliria, increased body temperature, hallucinations, disorientation, and in severe cases, respiratory failure or death.”

You blink, horror replacing your doll-like mask as you turn to look at the innocent-looking flowers. “Why- We should get rid of them then! Why keep such dangerous plants in an open space like this?”

“Are you suggesting we keep them hidden away in a closed space?” he asks, his voice monotone.

“Well, yes! Or gone completely!” you answer. “These flowers look far too innocent to be poisonous. Anyone would think it okay to pick them like any other flower in this garden.”

“That’s right… Though, it would be a shame if I had to get rid of them all. Such a flower that only blooms at night time is a privilege to behold, and not to mention, difficult to attain.”

You squint your eyes at the moonflowers, which resemble morning glories. “Is that so?”

“Mm. I would like to at least keep just one for myself…” he says in a low wishy-washy tone. “Presumably, near my desk or by my bedside…”

Your face twists into a frown of confusion. You turn to him to retort, “What? You shouldn’t keep one at all! What if you accidentally…”

Your voice leaves you when you find him standing just a foot away from you, his purple eyes seemingly glowing against the shadow over his face. The wall looms behind you, leaving no room to walk backwards. Your sides are covered with moonflowers, meaning you cannot simply sidestep your way out without trampling them.

“Accidentally…?” he repeats, voice hushed.

Why’s he so close?

Ba-thump.

“...A… A-accidentally touch it and poison yourself?” you complete your sentence. “As you said.”

His eyelids lower slightly. “That’s true… That could happen…” He tilts his head curiously. “I suppose I’ll just make sure not to touch it…”

“B-but what if you w-want to?” you insist, cringing at your suddenly developed stuttering. “O-or accidentally do?

He smiles, though his eyes don’t match at all. In fact, the swirling purple begins to glow even more ominously underneath the wall’s shadow. “Are you suggesting… that I lack self-restraint?”

You shake your head slightly. “N-not at all, Husband.”

“Ayato.”

“A-Ayato. San.”

“Good. But…” He places a hand against the wall and leans forward slightly, making you lean back. “It’s a shame. I would still desire one for myself, even if I can never lay a finger on it… Am I not allowed to…?”

What’s with this position? Why’s he asking for permission? “I d-didn’t mean that,” you respond. “B-but surely, there are o-other better and prettier flowers just like it that w-won’t cause you any harm?”

He hums as if considering your words properly. “I suppose that’s true… though… ‘better’ and ‘prettier’, as you put it, they are not. At least… compared to the flower I truly want.”

Ba-thump.

Flower? “S-still!” you insist, ignoring the nagging feeling poking at you. “I-it would be better to not have something s-so dangerous near you. A-anything that would not cause any of those h-horrid conditions you mentioned earlier would be much safer, in any case. S-shouldn’t it?”

“Hm…” He leans in even closer. “And what should I do if I still want it?”

What is he doing!? “W-what?”

“What if I… already experience all of those horrid things while it is not at my side?” he whispers, huskily. “What should I do then, hm (Y/n)?”

You open your mouth to respond, only to produce, “... Uh?”

Your eyes begin to shift hesitantly as they search for something in the swirling purple of his irises to explain what is happening right now, only to realize that it looks like it could swallow you whole. In fear, you hesitantly raise your hands to push him back for more space, only to be shocked to find your fingers hovering a mere hair’s width from his chest. You lean back instead, only to move a few centimeters before your back is pressed against the stone cold wall. That thumping echoing inside your ears since earlier begins to increase in volume, becoming louder and heavier with each beat.

“What. Then. (Y/n)?” he asks again, weighing each word, unwavering as he leans forward a little more.

He’s so close you almost can feel the heat rolling off from him as the temperature grows colder. Dizzying is the warm scent of oak, of tea, and… an underlying oceanic essence?

You snap out of this hesitance and answer, “I… I-I don’t know!” as you squeeze your eyes shut as you finally find the courage to press your hands against his chest and push him with all your might.

He stumbles a few steps back, allowing you the chance to escape by hopping over to patches of grass not covered in moonflowers, only to feel your arm be snatched, pulling your body back against a body, namely your husband’s body. His arms wrap around you, like a cage around a pet.

“Wha-”

“Shhh… there are witnesses.” The timbre of his voice tingles against the delicate skin of one of your ears.

You tense up. A quick glance in front of you captures the sight of gasping servants who rush out of sight, possibly to share the scandalous sight of the lord being intimate with his wife in the secrecy of their main garden. You blush heatedly as this description presents itself in your mind.

It’s not like that at all! He’s just… He’s just being weird! you tell yourself, though you don’t even sound convinced in your own mental dialogue.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

You flinch when you feel him take a breath near your ear, his arms tightening around you.

“You…”

“... W-what?” You fear his next words.

“The moon….”

…..

You raise an eyebrow. “Eh?”

“The moon… looks beautiful tonight…” he whispers.

Unlike earlier, he sounds… unsure of himself. It’s… strange, coming from your husband who is so usually calm and collected with his fake smiles and scary eyes. You look up at the sky. The sun may have already set, but there is no moon to be seen from where you stand. You tilt your head in confusion, but you don’t dare turn your head to look at him.

“Um… Hus- Ayato. San?”

There is a lull before he answers, “... Yes?”

“The moon hasn’t risen yet?” you point out.

“... So it hasn’t,” he confirms, without raising his head. Or least, you don’t feel him turn his head to the sky.

…..

“Um…?”

“... Hm?”

“There is… no one here…” you say. “Anymore.”

You feel him shift his face, presumably looking in front of you before he shifts his head back down. “... So there isn’t,” he responds plainly.

…..

“... Can I… go? Now?” you ask, hopeful to go and calm down all of your being.

You feel him deeply inhale and exhale a warm breath. “... Okay.”

The moment you feel him release his arms, you book it to the nearest room, wrench the sliding door open, and slam it shut before you collapse onto your four limbs and begin gasping for air as your blood rushes through your entire body with pounding fervor. In the dark, you lay down on your side and place a hand against your heart as you process what just happened.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump!

What was he- Why was he- UGH! You grip your hair, feeling the heat of your cheeks burning like the summer sun. He… hugged me. We hugged. He gave me a back hug. Why did he give me a hug? R-right, it was to keep up our image in front of our staff. But then why did he keep hugging me? We haven’t held hands yet! What was he talking about? Did he… does he like me?

You grip the fabric in your hands and shake your head.

No. If anything, he hasn’t met my true self, and it’s not like I… I don’t have feelings for him so… so I should… I should just pretend that didn’t happen. That’s right… Right…

You wipe the excess water coming from your eyes on the fabric of your sleeve.

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Outside in the garden, standing lonesome is the heir to the Kamisato clan, gazing at his empty hands. The warmth of your body has left its mark, now a phantom sensation he wishes to re-experience in its entirety, if only you’d let him.

Ba-thump…

He sighs and turns to gaze upon the innocent-looking moonflowers swaying lightly to the late evening breeze.

Untouchable, and yet so irresistible to look at. It really took all of his restraint to simply not do anything that would scare you when the delicious scent of you was wafting about tantalizingly as he held you in his arms…

Ever since the day he saw you muttering incessantly to yourself, picking apart a poor flower in this very garden, before putting on a facade before him, he had initially thought that someone like you should be locked away in a cage to study, like a cat. An unruly pet to tame, just for his own amusement in this colorless, unfeeling world.

But after marrying you and spending some more time with you— gazing upon you in times when you’re not near him— he began to crave it more.

And now forced to be away from you for such long periods of time? It was different from when you had spent your honeymoon in separate rooms, which was partly out of his own will. This time, however…

Ayato scoffs, placing a hand on his forehead as memories of these past few weeks come to his mind.

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The sight of Thoma, his most loyal and obedient comrade, being allowed to roam freely in the west wing where you reside, even on his orders, is starting to become so nerve-wracking it makes Ayato want to break the housekeeper’s arms and legs so painfully, he wouldn't be able to think about crawling towards you.

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Sometimes, while taking a break from working on his duties, Ayato would look at his hands and find them covered in thick amounts of black ink in one moment, and then normal and clean with your hands in his, and then nothing at all the next moment.

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There are times he finds himself so dizzy from looking at all of the words he’s written and seeing faint images of you sitting across from his desk, smiling at him the way you've never smiled at him before.

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Lately, he finds himself having difficulty sleeping at night in your separate bedrooms, knowing you're so close and yet so far from him. Every so often, he’ll wake up in that very lonely bedroom of his, and find you there on top of him, whispering things only a fiend would ever say— only to wake up again and find only himself. Oh… The things you do to him…

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Yet the real you runs away from him each and every time you see him. Why? Is it because you're afraid of him? If you are, you're such a smart kitten…

But too bad. Your husband is not someone who gives up so easily.

If he doesn’t do something about your tendency to run outside the moment the door is open, you might encounter dangerous beasts who wish to do nothing more than to rip out all of your petals and feast upon you whole.

Ayato reaches down and plucks a moonflower, slowly twirling it between gloved fingers. The white of the petals reflect the light of the moon that just is now peeking shyly behind dark clouds.

Just like you, he thinks.

It is unfortunate, however, that unlike the insidious moonflower, you carry no such poison to defend yourself against such terrible beings— daughter of the Holy Dogs or not.

The kind that roams outside of the estate, of course. Not him. Oh no no no. You should understand that the only terrible beast, if he is honest about himself, allowed to be near you should be him and only him. That is a privilege only a husband should have towards his wife, is it not?

Ayato smiles genuinely and sadistically, chuckling to himself as he crushes the flower in his hand and then opens it, letting the crumbled pieces fall to the ground. His head fills with all sorts of deep and dark thoughts, of his intentions towards you and of how he’ll get rid of everyone standing between you and him.

He looks towards the direction you went.

Ah… perhaps it’s about time you get used to him, to understand where exactly you should be.

Right next to him, and no one else.

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