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Mine
Chapter Two
"Okuni-san! Okuni-san!" Yuya ran knocking at the door of their lady steward. Though Okuni was still a servant by status, she acted like the lady of the manor instead because there was no one present to say anything about it.
The door slid opened, and an irritated very sleepy Okuni glared at her. "What is the meaning of this Yuya?"
"There's a thief in the east wing!"
"Really?" Okuni yawned. "And how do you suppose this thief got through the high walls and the guards paid to watch out for thieves and other intruders? If he was in the second floor east wing, he'd have to pass Yukimura and Sasuke's room, and they aren't employed here to be butlers you know. Seriously Yuya. It must have been your imagination. I'm going back to bed." Okuni dismissed her with a wave and a sway of her hip.
"He said his name was Kyoshiro and that he was lord of this manor!" Yuya blurted out.
The information woke Okuni up. With speed and force, she grabbed Yuya's front robe. "You met Kyoshiro-sama!" She demanded.
"I…ah…I did…" Yuya stammered a bit shocked that their usual calm, cool steward was acting so forceful.
Okuni hastily ran outside leaving the confused Yuya on the room.
Next morning, Yuya woke up as soon as she turned towards the open window. Last night seemed like a dream…a really weird dream. As soon as she had lain down on her cot, dream mixed with reality. She had a dream about a man…a man with dark eyes that became red as it melded against the shadows.
Yuya did her best to do everything as she did before, follow orders without question and do her job. But she can't help but notice that Okuni-san was missing the entire morning and Yukimura-san and Sasuke-san were looking troubled.
"Why don't you try to visit me in the morning?"
The voice cajoled, almost taunting, echoing at the back of her mind.
"NO!" Yuya protested loudly to herself. "But I do have to clean the east wing upstairs…" She bit her lip, worried. "What will I do?"
In the end, she had no choice. Orders were orders and unless she wanted to be thrown out on her rear end, she had to do her duties and stifle her own damn curiosity.
Her scrub, broom and dirty cloth were where she had left them. A subtle reminder that last night wasn't some dream. She ignored the silence and tried to hum her way through its deafening sound.
Strange…she had never noticed the silence before. But every part of her was waiting for the barest hint of a sound coming from the room a few steps away.
"This is ridiculous! I have to do this or I'll always be looking over my shoulder." Yuya rationalized as she marched onwards towards the room. And besides, hadn't she been issued an invitation?
"Why don't you try to visit me in the morning?"
"No guts, no glory." She muttered to herself. But what glory is there? To prove that she wasn't some coward?
She entered the room without hesitation, swinging the door wide open letting the sunlight pour in. All she saw were shadows, a couch, a book shelf, an old trunk, and lots of dust and dirt. Then she saw the cobwebs. A childish fear gripped her heart and she hastily turned around.
The door closed with a soft thud. Strong arms grabbed her harshly from behind. Yuya froze, alarmed by the sudden darkness and with spiders still at the back of her mind. Hands ran all over her inspecting: from her chest down her stomach and then behind to grope her ass.
"Hey! Let go, or I'll scream!" Yuya said angrily as she snapped back to her senses. She moved around trying to give him trouble.
"And who will hear you?" He whispered into her ear, his breath warm causing an unwanted crazy reaction.
"I said let go!" She slammed her elbow hard to against her captor. He didn't scream in agony as she had wished, but he hissed in what seemed like suppressed pain. His hold loosened momentarily. Yuya jerked and for a moment she was free. Then his arms wrapped around her once more, tighter than before that she could hardly breathe, much more move around.
"Kyoshiro!" She choked out the name. "Let go of me…"
She hated sounding pathetic, but he was so strong. Did he invite her so that he could rape her in the morning than in the night?
"No guts, no glory…what a foolish motto." She thought.
The arms holding her captive came loose. "Who are you? How do you know that name?" A light flickered from a candle. She never even noticed him light it. Her eyes went to his face. It was him, but something seemed different…something about his eyes…
"Wench, I'm talking to you." He said irritably, striding towards her.
She automatically stepped backwards for self-protection.
"You did." She blurted, confused. Without thinking anymore, she ran to the door. Whether this was really the Kyoshiro-sama or not she was out of her mind coming here. She managed to open it for a couple of inches before it was forcibly slammed shut. He grabbed both of her wrists and held them above her head, procuring the role of master and servant.
"I'm not through talking yet." He said savagely, his eyes piercing.
Yuya couldn't help but stare back, though her heart was thumping so fast that she guessed he could hear it as well.
"Are you really Kroshiro-sama?" Yuya asked.
"Me—that prick?" He let out a harsh laugh. "That's too funny…if you didn't have such a fucking good body, I'd have killed you." As he said them, he kissed her suddenly; deeply. His hands cupped her breast possessively. When he released her wrists so that her other hand could grab her closer, she pushed him away instead.
As before, it didn't seem to have much effect, since he was still a breath away from her.
"I am Kyo. He said softly to her, a smirk playing on his face. "And now you're mine."
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