CHAPTER TEN

"Why do you both look so confused?". Bastard isn't letting go of my face, so I can't see succubus. But I can tell she's mocking us, it's in her tone.

"Why do you think he likes men?". Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic my brain isn't hemorrhaging via pheromone clash, but do they have to discuss my sexual preferences right now?. 

"I touched him and he didn't get a boner". Please die Aronohai Misa, you're a vision, but the world could do without your beauty. 

"Huh…", Bastard glances down, as if to look at me…not me, my crotch. "He really doesn't have one", he says, sounding a bit awed.

Okay, what the hell is going on? Is this sexual harassment?. Could this be workplace harassment?. Can I resign?. Oh wait, I didn't even apply for this job. What even is my life?.

"Either he's broken or he likes men", Succubus concludes, sealing my fate. I hate these two, they can die together for all I care. "Be careful Miyamura, he seemed really into my looks so he might have his eyes on you". I'd rather castrate myself than get a boner for Bastard. 

Bastard releases me and takes a step back, then he wraps his arms around himself like a schoolgirl in the presence of a pervert. "Don't look at me that way Sorahiko, it's embarrassing", he whines.

I cannot help the look of disgust that settles on my face at Bastard's schoolgirl imitation. Succubus is cackling loudly behind me. I take it back, there's nothing queen-like about her. They're both very horrible people.

The Aronohai blood must be full of beauty and madness. A pity that one can't have it all, beauty in place of sanity. 

Bastard drops his arms and straightens to his full height, the light air fades. Are they going to clash again?. "Get us coffee Sorahiko, my usual for me and the same for Misa".

"How good is his coffee?".

"He's well trained".

Accursed twins.

____

"Is he fun?" Misa asks, smirking at me. I don't really understand why she's smirking, but I want to shatter her jaw all the same.

"Depends on what you mean by fun", I recline against my seat and face her, while sipping my coffee. Honestly, Sorahiko makes good coffee. 

"Fucking, what else?". Maybe it's the way she asks that question, like it's a given that I'd be fucking Sorahiko, but I find myself choking on my coffee. Fucking with him, yes. But fucking him, not so much. I receive a raised eyebrow for that.

"Are you crazy? Why would we be fucking?". I don't snarl, my voice just makes a very weird noise when I speak. Because why the hell would I be fucking Sorahiko? What gives her this idea?.

Though, a part of me wishes she'd say this in front of him, just to see his face scrunch up in disgust. It'd be hilarious. And maybe I don't want to be the only one to feel this level of discomfort at what she's insinuating. 

"Something is going on with you Miyamura". She has that look on that face, like she's stumbled on something fun. I hate that look. 

"Care to explain what you were doing with him?", I retort, matching her raised eyebrow. Smooth.

"Just teasing Miyamura, you know I wouldn't do 'that' to anyone". She really does sound offended, I should apologize. Not really in the mood though.

"I do, but he doesn't". I put extra emphasis on the fact that he doesn't know her intentions. I'm not just saying this for Sorahiko's benefit, it's for mine too. 

"Is that why he skirts around you like you're going to jump him?". I choke. Again. 

"Watch your words, I am not going to rape him!", Maybe I do snarl this time. "…and that thought has never crossed his mind". Yeah, that's definitely a snarl.

Sorahiko might believe that I would enjoy harming him but he's never thought of me in that manner. I would know, I can smell his emotions. 

Honestly speaking, if I ever thought he was afraid that I'd do 'that', I'd release him immediately.

There is no reason why I would force a person who has such fears to stay in my presence. It is a level of cruelty I would never stoop to, there is no amusement to be found in such a situation.

"I never said you would, I said you'd jump him Miyamura", she drawls at me. "He acts like you're going to hit him, Isn't he your pet?…", She pauses to sip her coffee. "That's animal cruelty Miyamura".

"I don't hit him". She takes another long sip of her coffee, all the while staring me down above the rim of the mug.

"But he thinks you will, never pegged you for the type to hit the weak". I swear I'll snap her neck, right after I rip her tongue out. No one pisses me off like Misa. And no one gets away with it like her either.

"It's a misunderstanding", I grit my teeth so hard, I think my molars crack. I roll my neck to release tension, why am I letting her get to me?.

I blame Sorahiko. He keeps on acting like I'm livewire, why the hell won't Misa think something was wrong?. 

"Now, there's no need to get defensive…", she sets her mug down and raises her hands like she's placating me. Like I need to be placated. "…I'm just saying, that'd give anyone the wrong idea, you could try and fix it you know?". Why is she talking to me like I'm a child?. This shit is pissing me off. 

"There's nothing to fix, there's no reason for me to harm Sorahiko…", I set my mug down and gave her my complete attention. "His fear will pass with time, I didn't bring him here to pamper him, he's here for my amusement". And that's the truth, all he needs is time. 

"Wow, you sound like a sex trafficker", she claps at me, her face scrunched up in mock awe.

"I will crush you". I physically cannot stop the words from falling from my lips. 

"And there it is, a threat, Has anyone ever told you that you've got too short of a fuse, Miyamura?". She tutts at me. 

She tutts at me.

"I will break you". I think I'm done being civil, if she's goading me then she's prepared for my response right?.

"You're the one who accused me of assaulting your secretary". Ah, so she was still mad, how petty. Look at her hunting for an apology like a bitch in heat.

"I apologized". Like hell.

"You didn't". She sneers at me.

"Then just imagine I did and use that to keep yourself warm at night". I sneer right back.

She grins at me, all fang. 

I grin right back, fangs on full display.

The full force of our pheromones clash at the same time. 

Ah, that's more like it.

"Why do you both look so confused?". Bastard isn't letting go of my face, so I can't see succubus. But I can tell she's mocking us, it's in her tone.

"Why do you think he likes men?". Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic my brain isn't hemorrhaging via pheromone clash, but do they have to discuss my sexual preferences right now?. 

"I touched him and he didn't get a boner". Please die Aronohai Misa, you're a vision, but the world could do without your beauty. 

"Huh…", Bastard glances down, as if to look at me…not me, my crotch. "He really doesn't have one", he says, sounding a bit awed.

Okay, what the hell is going on? Is this sexual harassment?. Could this be workplace harassment?. Can I resign?. Oh wait, I didn't even apply for this job. What even is my life?.

"Either he's broken or he likes men", Succubus concludes, sealing my fate. I hate these two, they can die together for all I care. "Be careful Miyamura, he seemed really into my looks so he might have his eyes on you". I'd rather castrate myself than get a boner for Bastard. 

Bastard releases me and takes a step back, then he wraps his arms around himself like a schoolgirl in the presence of a pervert. "Don't look at me that way Sorahiko, it's embarrassing", he whines.

I cannot help the look of disgust that settles on my face at Bastard's schoolgirl imitation. Succubus is cackling loudly behind me. I take it back, there's nothing queen-like about her. They're both very horrible people.

The Aronohai blood must be full of beauty and madness. A pity that one can't have it all, beauty in place of sanity. 

Bastard drops his arms and straightens to his full height, the light air fades. Are they going to clash again?. "Get us coffee Sorahiko, my usual for me and the same for Misa".

"How good is his coffee?".

"He's well trained".

Accursed twins.

____

"Is he fun?" Misa asks, smirking at me. I don't really understand why she's smirking, but I want to shatter her jaw all the same.

"Depends on what you mean by fun", I recline against my seat and face her, while sipping my coffee. Honestly, Sorahiko makes good coffee. 

"Fucking, what else?". Maybe it's the way she asks that question, like it's a given that I'd be fucking Sorahiko, but I find myself choking on my coffee. Fucking with him, yes. But fucking him, not so much. I receive a raised eyebrow for that.

"Are you crazy? Why would we be fucking?". I don't snarl, my voice just makes a very weird noise when I speak. Because why the hell would I be fucking Sorahiko? What gives her this idea?.

Though, a part of me wishes she'd say this in front of him, just to see his face scrunch up in disgust. It'd be hilarious. And maybe I don't want to be the only one to feel this level of discomfort at what she's insinuating. 

"Something is going on with you Miyamura". She has that look on that face, like she's stumbled on something fun. I hate that look. 

"Care to explain what you were doing with him?", I retort, matching her raised eyebrow. Smooth.

"Just teasing Miyamura, you know I wouldn't do 'that' to anyone". She really does sound offended, I should apologize. Not really in the mood though.

"I do, but he doesn't". I put extra emphasis on the fact that he doesn't know her intentions. I'm not just saying this for Sorahiko's benefit, it's for mine too. 

"Is that why he skirts around you like you're going to jump him?". I choke. Again. 

"Watch your words, I am not going to rape him!", Maybe I do snarl this time. "…and that thought has never crossed his mind". Yeah, that's definitely a snarl.

Sorahiko might believe that I would enjoy harming him but he's never thought of me in that manner. I would know, I can smell his emotions. 

Honestly speaking, if I ever thought he was afraid that I'd do 'that', I'd release him immediately.

There is no reason why I would force a person who has such fears to stay in my presence. It is a level of cruelty I would never stoop to, there is no amusement to be found in such a situation.

"I never said you would, I said you'd jump him Miyamura", she drawls at me. "He acts like you're going to hit him, Isn't he your pet?…", She pauses to sip her coffee. "That's animal cruelty Miyamura".

"I don't hit him". She takes another long sip of her coffee, all the while staring me down above the rim of the mug.

"But he thinks you will, never pegged you for the type to hit the weak". I swear I'll snap her neck, right after I rip her tongue out. No one pisses me off like Misa. And no one gets away with it like her either.

"It's a misunderstanding", I grit my teeth so hard, I think my molars crack. I roll my neck to release tension, why am I letting her get to me?.

I blame Sorahiko. He keeps on acting like I'm livewire, why the hell won't Misa think something was wrong?. 

"Now, there's no need to get defensive…", she sets her mug down and raises her hands like she's placating me. Like I need to be placated. "…I'm just saying, that'd give anyone the wrong idea, you could try and fix it you know?". Why is she talking to me like I'm a child?. This shit is pissing me off. 

"There's nothing to fix, there's no reason for me to harm Sorahiko…", I set my mug down and gave her my complete attention. "His fear will pass with time, I didn't bring him here to pamper him, he's here for my amusement". And that's the truth, all he needs is time. 

"Wow, you sound like a sex trafficker", she claps at me, her face scrunched up in mock awe.

"I will crush you". I physically cannot stop the words from falling from my lips. 

"And there it is, a threat, Has anyone ever told you that you've got too short of a fuse, Miyamura?". She tutts at me. 

She tutts at me.

"I will break you". I think I'm done being civil, if she's goading me then she's prepared for my response right?.

"You're the one who accused me of assaulting your secretary". Ah, so she was still mad, how petty. Look at her hunting for an apology like a bitch in heat.

"I apologized". Like hell.

"You didn't". She sneers at me.

"Then just imagine I did and use that to keep yourself warm at night". I sneer right back.

She grins at me, all fang. 

I grin right back, fangs on full display.

The full force of our pheromones clash at the same time. 

Ah, that's more like it.