Hello! First of all, thank you for the positive comments so far! I didn't think anyone would actually want to read this. Honest to truth, I have lots of it written in a notebook, and there are days I would stay up until 3am just to write it. Originally, it was a story just for me because I shipped Guren and Sayuri so hard. Many other Owari no Seraph fanfic writers do such a beautiful job that they inspired me to share my story despite it being professionally written or not.

I may need to take a little time to reconsider the rest of my story because I was going through the manga again, and I realized I'm leaving out some major key points such as why is Mahiru so damn important to Guren? Why is Guren unable to open his heart again? And what sacrifices must Sayuri make in order for Guren to love again? I think I am so caught up in writing the intimacy between Guren and Sayuri that I am forgetting these. At the moment, Sayuri is still just Guren's friend, and he only has a physical interest in her. Sayuri knows this. He missed sharing this kind of intimacy with Mahiru that he is unconsciously and mistakenly using it on Sayuri.

To also confirm, yes, as you can already tell, Guren is becoming a possessive and prideful male in this fanfic because I wanted to play with Namanari persona. I don't mention that often, but there will be a future confrontation of his alter ego.

So, bare with me, and I will try to make it work out again somehow. Thanks again for taking interest in this! :D


While walking home, I had gotten too deep into my thoughts. I had doved too deep into my emotions. Every time I thought of Guren-sama, my heart ached knowing that at the moment he was not truly and genuinely interested in me. At the moment, I was a game to him in his competition against the Hiragi. He simply wanted to prove that he could beat the Hiragi anywhere. I wanted to stop loving him, yet it was not easy as I spend so many years loving and being by his side. I wanted him gone from my life, yet I could not imagine it without him. As much as I loved him, I could not go to him now. Not like this. Not when he was so focused on his revenge against the Hiragis, and his love for Mahiru. Thinking about everything hurt me, made me shed tears again as I walked home.

I had a feeling he would be furious for avoiding him. I had a feeling he would show up here to demand an explanation.

And he was here, standing in front of me with a concerned face.

I hated it when he showed that he cared for my well-being if not romantically. It made it much harder to push him away

"Sayuri…" he began. "What's wrong?" He invaded my space, setting a hand on my shoulder, caressing my cheek with the other.

I pushed his hand and turned away, wiping my eyes.

"Guren-sama, why are you here?" I asked.

"Because you never returned to your office." He said. God, he could almost qualify for a stalker. "And because you were avoiding me," he gritted that bit out through his teeth.

I finally turned towards him and gave him a small smile with watery eyes beginning to blur my vision.


GUREN'S POV

"Thank you for being this attentive to me, Guren-sama. At one point, it would've made me happy."

Guren squinted at her, not sure where Sayuri was at now. Her sudden shift in her personality seemed to throw him off.

"You're different," he confirmed.

"We all have to do some growing," she said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone—"

"I'm not finished with you," Guren said.

Hell, he wanted to a good talk with this pretty little lady; too pretty at the moment.

He prayed his lustful nature didn't come out before they had a reasonable talk.


I watched as Guren-sama sat down on my sofa with his arms crossed over his chest.

"First off, you need to answer some questions because I'm not fucking understanding this. Why the hell did you leave the squad? What happened that night I was drunk?"

"No, Guren-sama, I'm not—"

"Answer me," he said in the most deadliest tone that brought chills all over me from head to toe.

"W-w-…we…"

"We kissed," he completed for me. "I had you underneath me."

I blushed as that scene ran clearly in my head.

"What did I do next?" he asked.

I shook my head, not wanting to go further.

"What. Did. I. Do. Next," another authoritative question I could not avoid.

"You said her name," I continued.

"I said whose name?"

"Mahiru's. You had a picture of her with you that night. I don't have the right to play the jealous girl. I apologize for my childish behavior. You love her very much, and I can see that."

Guren-sama stayed quiet and rubbed his hand over his face. Then he sighed.

"I don't have any romantic rights to a man whose heart belongs to another woman. I should've realized that before I created this mess."

"Stop pitying yourself."

"I was pitiful. I don't want to be the old me anymore." This time, I looked at him straight in the eyes. "I have to be free of you, Guren-sama."


GUREN'S POV

Guren saw her pleading and teary eyes. And she was serious, he could sense it. Sayuri was not a liar. She was honest to fault.

It angered him that she felt strongly about wanting to be free of him; wanting to sever everything they had since being children.

She wanted to replace him with another man. It wasn't just any other man. Kureto was the very potential man to replace him, and that ate his insides like maggots.

He refused another man to kiss her, to make her blush, and to make her fluster. He refused to let another man pleasure her and know her sweet and innocent body before him. He refused to let her cry another man's name in the throes of her passion.

Guren could not see another man do them all.

"And what, you're simply going to replace me with that Kureto bastard?"

"That's not your business," she said.

"You're my business because you belong to me."

Sayuri shook her head, and her ponytail began to let a few strands escape which framed her face.

"Your hatred for the Hiragi is clouding your vision, Guren-sama. I'm not something you can possess, so that you can win your game against the Hiragi."

That ticked Guren in the most horrible way. He was blinded by rage from her interpretation of this entire situation involving him, Sayuri, and Kureto.

How could she think so low of him...

Guren was not able to garner anymore control, so he snapped. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into her bedroom. Then he tossed her onto her bed and straddled her with one of his hands holding both of her wrists above her head.

"Game? What game?"

Not waiting for an answer, he pressed his mouth against hers hard, losing himself into the wondrous and sweet sensation of her little mouth.


All my life, I was never aware of this aggressive side of Guren-sama. He had always been cool and level-headed along with his discretion and mysteriousness. But now he was different. It was like he was suddenly someone else. He frightened and thrilled me altogether with his large body pressing against mine, his mouth bruising mine.

Has he always harbored this possessive trait? He was different, and I don't remember of it much.

He believed he owned me; all of me just because of some contract our families were born to abide by due to our ancestors.

I tried to fight him off, but his strength was naturally much more than mine. He pulled back and dove into my neck, smothering hot kisses all over. His other hand snaked inside my shirt and spread its warmth across my flesh. It traveled to my rib cage and caressed my side. Higher it climbed, I could feel it toying with the edge of my bra.

Too much!

I couldn't handle this confusion and new pleasure from him. I did not understand why he was doing this to me, and why he was so keen on possessing me.

Hot tears began to blind my vision and sobs escaped my mouth.

Then his movements stopped. It was as if my crying had broke the trance that he was just in. He appeared again in my vision and he looked concerned, but a hint of anger still etched on his face.

Guren-sama let me go, and I crawled away from him, dragging the blanket to cover me even though my clothes were still on.

"I won't apologize for my behavior. You provoked me," he said as he walked to my door. "Do know this. You're not a game to me as much as you'd like to think. I simply want to make all of you mine: mind, body, and soul. If you think you're going to be free of me any time soon, think again." With those last words, he left.

And I sobbed pathetically in my bed that entire night of how I could fix this strange relationship with the man who I once called a "friend."


I didn't see Guren-sama for the next few days. Perhaps he was still angry with me for assuming the worst of him.

"Game? What game?" Those words echoed in my head again.

Was is possible that he wanted to give us a try? Perhaps this was part of him moving on? I almost beamed at how hopeful it sounded. Do I have a chance after all? I will never until I give it a try again. If Guren-sama's touch makes me this weak and strangely happy, why do I keep running from him?

Could I trust this to work? Could I risk being hurt again?

I groaned and slouched my head onto my desk.

Honestly, I did not know anymore. My only remaining question was… could he come to love me?

I stopped thinking about all of this when there was a sudden knock on my door.

"Come in," I said.

Shinya-shosho came in with an apologetic face.

"Gomen, Sayuri. Can I bother to ask you a favor?"

"Yes, absolutely. How can I help you?"

"I'm scouting some new grounds with my brother, but Guren had asked me to deliver him these files by today. Unfortunately, I won't be able to make it. Could you deliver these for me?"

No, anything but that!

"Yes, of course I can."

Like I could actually refuse someone of higher rank due to some personal conflict.

"Thank you!" He handed me the files. "Here you go. I'll be off now."

"Have a safe scout."

I sighed when the door to my room shut. Then I grabbed my bag before making my way to the old school compound.


GUREN'S POV

Guren was lost in his thoughts during the meeting with his squad. He recalled the conversation he had with Shinya yesterday when they were both having lunch.

"Guren-kun, do not mind me saying this, but... I don't think Sayuri and her gentle nature can handle someone like you. You're such a brute force next to her."

Guren wiped his hands on a napkin.

"Gentle, yet she can adapt. Sayuri is a lot stronger than most people give her credit for."

"I am not saying she's weak. I don't think you're being considerate of her with your callousness."

"No offense, Shinya…but I don't care about what you think."

"Of course you don't."

"If there's anybody she doesn't need, it's your brother. Tell him to stop coming here."

"Ugh, you know my brother's actions are beyond me."

"He has no business sniffing around Sayuri," Guren said, feeling his anger rise every time Kureto was part of the topic.

"He fancies her."

No shit. Guren was beginning to fancy her as well to the point where he had been fantasizing too much about her. Never had he thought how much her innocence could entice him so much.

He had not been able to see her for a few days now due to the large load of work, and the new experiments being conducted.

Sayuri was a priority, but his work was as well.

It couldn't be helped.