Byakuran

Sloth: habitual disinclination to exertion; indolence; laziness

You hated your job.

And I mean really hated your job.

Oh sure it looked good on paper. Fantastic pay, the chance to learn the ropes working for a good-looking, rich, influential businessman (or Mafioso... whatever...), the chance to interact with some of the most powerful people in the world (also Mafioso, but really who's asking?), unlimited access to top notch facilities...

In hindsight it was just too good. You should have known that there would be a catch. And this particular catch was a doozie. Because the thing that it had neglected to mention was that you would in fact be working for the Anti-Christ.

A very sexy, manipulative, lazy, bastard of an Anti-Christ.

And let's not even get started on that damned smile of his. That smug, taunting bland little smile of his that you knew was used to hide his smirk whenever he ordered you to do whatever inane task popped into his head, completely ignoring the fact you were already busy enough doing all his damned work!

Personal assistant? Hah! More like personal slave!

'[Name]-chan, I'm out of marshmallows, go out and get some for me.'

'[Name]-chan, I'm going out for the afternoon. Be a sweetheart and finish off the paperwork on my desk.'

'Hmm? Oh the report you asked me to finish? I'm afraid I never got round to it. It's due in today? Oh well, guess you'll just have to make something up yourself. Don't worry [Name]-chan, I have faith in you!'

Yes you were used to ridiculous requests from your boss. But this really took the biscuit. You had been at home, tucked up in bed, fast asleep (as any normal person would be at freaking 3am!) when your beloved boss (kindly note the sarcasm) had seen fit to call you and summon you back to work. Why? The bastard hadn't even bothered to say.

'This had better be good,' you snarled to yourself in your head as you unceremoniously threw the door open to Byakuya's private office suite. As your furious eyes swept the room, you spotted the bane of your life stretched out looking oh-so comfortable on his large plush couch. Doing your best to suppress the eye twitch that suddenly developed, you stalked over to where the white haired male lay.

"[Name]-chan! How good of you to get here so promptly!" he greeted you with his usual blank smile, blatantly ignoring the violent aura that swirled around you.

"What is it?" you snapped as you slid to a halt before him, angrily crossing your arms under your breasts. "What is it that was so urgent that it couldn't damn well wait until morning?!"

Slowly, Byakuran allowed his smile to drop, replacing it with a small, playful smirk as he contemplated you through glinting lavender eyes.

"What is it?" he mused as he lazily tucked an arm behind his head. "I suppose... I was bored."

Bored.

He was bored.

You gaped incredulously at the smirking male, at a loss for words at his response.

The man had invaded what little personal time he afforded you in the first place, dragged you out of bed at 3am and made you travel all the way back to the office that you had grown to hate, because he was bored.

"!" you shrieked, tugging at your hair in frustration. From his slouched position on the couch Byakuran raised an amused eyebrow as you continued your mini-mental breakdown.

Enough was enough. This was the final straw. You so did not needthis job that badly.

"That is it!" you snapped pointing a finger accusingly at him. "I quit! Find someone else to run all your pointless errands for you! Someone else to do all your work! And for Gods-sake find yourself a new toy to amuse you, 'cause I am done!"

Byakuran's smirk widened as his amused gaze swept over your form, taking in the passion burning in your eyes, the way your chest heaved with exertion from your tantrum and the slight red flush that adorned your cheeks through hungry eyes.

"You're done?" the Mafioso echoed, his voice a velvet caress.

"Yes!" you hissed venomously, your eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.

"Hmm..." you're (ex)boss mused, looking thoughtful as he contemplated your abrupt resignation. "Nope. I don't think so," he sighed at last, meeting your gaze once more.

"Excuse me?!" you squawked indignantly at his response. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

Byakuran flashed you one of his trademark smiles.

"I'm afraid I'm not willing to let you go," he cooed.

Letting out a frustrated snarl, you threw your hands up in the air in exasperation.

"It's not really your call, sir!"

A low chuckle met your words.

"Hmm, I'm afraid I disagree," the white haired male purred, causing your brow to furrow in a suspicious frown. Before you could question him further, however, said male reached out and snagged your arm in his strong grip, before jerking you forwards, causing you to tumble inelegantly onto the couch (and man) before you.

"Guh!" you mumbled as you dazedly pushed yourself up, only to find yourself face to face with Byakuran's devilish countenance, his strong arms wound around your waist, trapping you securely against his lithe body.

"No," he murmured as he brushed his soft lips against your ear in a seductive manner. "I think I'll be keeping you."

Whatever protests you might have thought to express soon fled your mind as the same wicked lips met your own in a domineering kiss.

That night you found out that there were some things after all that could inspire Byakuran to exert a little effort...

My first time writing Byakuran there... not entirely sure how it turned out to be honest, but what the hell, I had fun writing [Name] as a poor, abused secretary. Because we all know that Byakuran would drive his employees round the bend ^^

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