Zeelee-Vallen: This chapter is dedicated to the Guest reader Hoshi! And all my other readers of course 3 I love you all.
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Her job was something disgraceful.
She was a waitress at a maid café.
She buried her face in her hands, absolutely dreading leaving the tree. How embarrassing for her ex-fiancé to see her in such clothing! What was he doing here? He was off the maps for years!
She sat there in the trees, slowly trying to steady her frantic heart. Birds hopped around her, chirping.
She would be okay.
She would be okay.
She… Had to be okay.
She had to be strong.
She took one last deep breath, letting it out slowly she activated her Byakugan. There was no one near her, so she pushed her chakra to her feet and jumped to the other side of the park. After that, she straightened up her clothes, and put on her best professional face.
Fuck, she forgot her overcoat.
Fuck.
She kept her Byakugan activated, navigating into the back alleys. She refused to be seen in her maid outfit so far from her work.
She made it to work without any incidents, or being seen for that matter. Inside, she couldn't help but feel super embarrassed. It had already been a week since she started working, so she knew the ropes. But, she couldn't help but feel overly shy when males eyes rolled over her. Thank goodness for the no touching policy. If someone touched her, she probably couldn't resist breaking their hands. It was hard enough dealing with their dirty gazes.
But it paid very well.
And... No one would think to look here for her.
Actually, her boss was the one who made the recommendation to Owari apartments. Said man clapped his hands down on her shoulders from behind, she tensed, resisting the urge to break away. She looked behind her, blushing at the mans perverted gaze.
"Jiraiya, the no touching rule applies to you as well." A gentleman, one of the body guards, pipped in. He was a stoic male, with his hair in a pointy ponytail. The guy generally napped in the corner, only waking up to enforce rules. There was a few of them places throughout the café, for the girls safety.
With a sigh, Jiraiya released her. She took a step away, then turned to face him. Shikamaru, the bodyguard, shuffled. Soon he appeared to be sleeping again.
"Follow me, Hinata." The man motioned her to his office, which was beside the kitchen. She nodded, giving one more glance to Shikamaru. Now she would not have him to stop Jiraiya's advances, she just hoped she could hold back. She… Hated to be touched.
"Yes, Sir." She trailed after him, trying not to cringe as he held the door open for her. He sat down behind his desk, where a bunch of papers littered the surface. She sat down across from him, unwillingly.
"I have requested you refrain from wearing non-uniform items." She tensed, gripping her hands together. The stockings were something she added, to hide her mutilated skin.
"I…" She paused. Talking back could cause her to be fired, but she simply could not show her skin. "I need to wear them." She said softly. Now she needed to brainstorm. She wondered if that grocery store near her place was hiring.
"If you can give me a valid reason why, I will let you have this uniform change." She blinked, surprised. She thought he would be a lot stricter on the subject. After all, each maid wore the exact same thing. It was his own design, after all.
But, what did she tell him? That she was beaten, slashed, and had hideous scars? She could… just say that there was one. A nasty one.
Yes, yes that could do.
"I have a very bad scar on my leg, sir." She looked to the side, hoping he did not ask to see it, or a story.
Please, please drop it.
There was a long moment of silence.
She wrung her hands, feeling more nervous as each second past.
"Okay," She swore her heart was about to jump out of her chest! Hell, she could feel it beat in her ears. "I will allow it. I have been planning to add stockings for the fall outfit, anyway." Was… Was she hearing this correctly?
She blushed, feeling father fluffy in disbelief.
What… Kindness!
"Tha-Thank you.." She smiled brightly. The man tilted his head, smiling lightly.
"You may go now." She wasted no time leaving the office. Now, she had a little hop in her step.
She now had a slightly better opinion of her boss.
Little did she know, he had a thing for girls in stockings.
In the office, Jiraiya giggled perversely and brought out a pen. He now had new stuff for his books.