So.. This was meant to be cute but it does mention some very hard material, such as being forced into situations. Nothing gets graphic! But there is swearing. UwU.
Working at Nanba Prison takes a lot; you need to be ready to risk your life at any moment of any day, no exceptions, and every task you’re given has to be done with extreme speed and pinpoint accuracy. Fail one round of checkups or to deliver news quick enough and you could be put out of work for days. Things are even harder for you; the trials you had to go through to prove you, a female, could effectively handle working in the male district was damn near impossible.
But damn near impossible still isn’t enough to stop you.
The only reason you worked so hard, did all the work you could to prove yourself, was because you could NOT stand the females district’s Warden. Seriously, that guy could piss right off. You liked Warden Hyakushiki, though, and you made sure she knew you respected her far more than her counterpart. She herself seemed to be fond of you too! At least, she didn’t always give you that “I want to kill you” look she seemed to give everyone else. In fact, she only gave you that expression once a week! Liking you or not, she made sure to do a thorough, unbiased job of seeing you tested for the position of a guard underneath her, and that was the only thing that mattered to the big boss.
Of course, due to safety reasons, you normally weren’t allowed to handle inmates on your own. It wasn’t that kind of safety protocol that said you couldn’t, but rather that you shouldn’t- sexual harassment wasn’t something anybody wanted to deal with, including you.
But today just wasn’t a normal day.
You were ordered to handle him, the one that brought out the worst in the dangerous inmate 15. Not only that, but you were ordered to handle him alone. Honestly, you loved your job, and you were pretty damn good at it, but to do this- your first time handling an inmate on your own and it’s one of the most explosive ones around, it put a lump in your throat you just couldn’t swallow. You had to though, no way in hell would you tell the Warden you wouldn’t do your job! You’d get questioned! You could be put back in training! Or hell, you could even be fired! Refusing to do a job is practically saying you quit!! The only thing you could do about this is keep your mouth shut when you aren’t going through the checkup, and be ready for anything he could pull.
You were rounding near his cell, and you tried, damn you tried, not to break a sweat, or to show that you were afraid. You were told things about this man, you’ve seen things about this man. He may not be something that the guards, including yourself, can’t put at ease, but he’s still dangerous. Very dangerous. Even if Kenshirou says he’s mellowed out since his confinement, you saw the flames dance off his body, around his being, thrashing wildly and destroying whatever it could. You aren’t afraid of fire, you are afraid of him. But you can’t let him see that, you can’t let him know that your whole body shakes at the very idea that today, today he could touch you, he could grasp your body and devour you in flames if you took one wrong step, one stupid, careless step into his hellfire.
The only thing that brought you comfort is that he can’t actually see the look on your face, or see the way that your body moves, on it’s own, quivering when you think back to that horrible festival day. He’s blind, no one ever told you what had happened to cause it- it wasn’t normal blindness, he kept a cloth tied around his head to hide his eyes. Sometimes you wondered if he even has eyes, or if behind that flame retardant cloth is the internal fire that fuels his power. But even without sight, he somehow could still see. It was like all his senses were insanely heightened by some potion, some spell, something. Maybe that is what terrified you the most, knowing you could never truly hide if he tried something you couldn’t stop.
Your breath had hitched, one more step to take and you would be in front of the bars, looking in on him, part of you thought his entire cell would have been in encased in the fire he could produce, but the other part of you knew that there were ways to suppress such powers, even if only temporarily, you prayed that they had been used on him, and recently, too.
“You can come out of hiding you know~ I don’t bite~” The lump had been swallowed. You didn’t even know you had stopped. Shit. Now he definitely knows you’re afraid. Good job, (y/n)! You took that last step and turned to his voice, your body drank in what you saw. From where you were positioned in the festival, there wasn’t much of him to see at the time, and the fire that erupted from him had only made it harder- not that you had really been trying, you had been focused more on stopping him in any way you could. But now you could see him, under the lights of the prison cell, no fire, fury or hell, just a man sitting by himself, this smirk on his lips that said ’I’m confident, and I know you’re afraid of me’.
“There you are~ Glad you could make it to the party, though you aren’t quite who I expected tonight~” His voice teased you, every single word dripped with teeth grating irritability, all just for you! Lovely. One of your eyebrows turned downward in question, he didn’t know you are filling in for Kenshirou? guess no one bothers to tell the inmates about substitute guarding.
“You weren’t tol-” you stopped yourself and quickly changed what you were saying, alongside your tone to something more professional. “Who were you expecting, number 634?”
His smirk grew, you were ready to die. “The dog that always has his tail up his ass, who else? And FYI, no, I wasn’t told he wouldn’t be joining me tonight.” Oh great, he has an attitude to match his power.
“Alright smartass,” trying to declare dominance? Yes. “How about answering this question, how did you know it wasn’t Kenshirou coming?”
“I’ll admit, from a distance I couldn’t tell, but your footsteps are softer than his.. Not by much, though. But your footsteps definitely couldn’t have been Hitoshi’s, his are way too soft, I thought the Warden had sent over one of the guys from the other buildings to take care of me, but I’m glad she sent a little lady over instead~”
You grimaced. Little. Of course your footsteps were heavier than Hitoshi- you were heavier than Hitoshi. Hell you’re probably heavier than most of the guys here, it’s their boots that make their footsteps louder. Body ideals weren’t really a thing to you, you didn’t care about a number on a scale or on an article of clothing, you were getting through life strong and healthy and that was all that mattered in your mind… Yet… Having him point out that he couldn’t tell you were a girl until you spoke… It definitely irked you. Did he even know a female worked in this distract? Probably not. That’s what you kept telling yourself to get the voice in your head to shut up. Your attention was brought back to him again.
“What’s wrong, cat got your tongue, darling?~”
“Quiet! I’m reading over the notes left for me, you buffoon!” You lied, and he laughed. He fucking laughed. No, He was not going to use nicknames like that on you the entire time you’re here. He is NOT going to get under your skin, shake you off your guard, and- God forbid- touch you.
His laughing drowned out into the background as the thought hit you like a train. If he fucking touched you, he’d know. He’d know your body isn’t like the Warden, or even something like Hitoshi’s. You’re soft, squishy, plush, fat, whatever. With an irritating, jackass personality like this, you would make sure that that would not happen. God you could only imagine the shit he’d start saying. Even if you didn’t find remarks about your weight insulting, they were still annoying.
“If you say so little lady~” Your whole body irked.
“Don’t call me that. YOU will call me (y/n).” More dominance, God please, you begged, give me an upper hand here.
One of his eyebrows arched and his smirk turned into more of a smile. “(Y/n) huh? That’s a cute name~ You gotta cute voice too, I like it. Keep talking.”
Tonight is going to be the death of you.
Reading out what you were supposed to to him, he hummed yes’s and no’s in response to the questions. Everything seemed in order with him, he just sat there, cross legged and bouncing with every answer he gave; he seemed more like a child than the dangerous monster you had seen before.
“Alright… Finally, is there anything you need?” You glanced up at him from his papers, you saw the smile, that shit eating, cute smile, grow.
“Come here.”
“What.” Your whole body froze.
“Usually Kenshirou tries pattin’ me on the head or something like a dog.”
“And you… Allow this to happen?” “Yes.”
Wow, wooooow… “You seriously want me to pat you?”
“Yes.”
You thought about it, was this some kind of elaborate trap? Well, you’re 99% sure that patting people is something Kenshirou definitely does. And who would really go through admitting to something a little.. humiliating, just as some kind of plot? You made your decision.
“Fine.” Cautiously stepping forward into his cell and closed the door. You watched him like a hawk, counting every tiny little shift in movement he did as his head tilted up towards you when you neared him. “So just.. like a dog, right?”
“Yeah, like a dog.” What the hell is wrong with this man.
Your hand reached out and gave his head two gentle pats, while you did so, you quietly said ‘pat pat’, as if it emphasized the pats you were giving him.
“Do it like you mean it.” Are you fucking serious..?
“The hell does that mean?!”
“It means, don’t half ass it.” You gritted your teeth and reached down to him. Fine, he wanted to be pet like a dog, you’d do it. Your hand shot into his hair and you rubbed it furiously. Heh, it’s kinda like giving someone a noogie. “Hey, hey hey!!” He shouted and grabbed your wrist, which sent you into a panic and you jerked away from him.
“Don’t touch me!” You commanded, the cell fell silent as he looked straight at you, even if he wasn’t seeing you, you suddenly felt very unstable- vulnerable, scared.
His trademark smirk appeared once again.
“What, you afraid of me little one?~” He stood up, and dear God is he tall… Your face burned red, and sharply you retorted with 'Don’t call me that!’, but he only laughed. His large hands planted on both sides of you, backing you up into the cell wall. No, no no no. Your hand gripped at your taser, ready to strike him. He’s a tease, a sleaze inside of a prison cell, would he actually try to..? His smirk bore into you, and his words cut through you like knives. “Are you afraid I’ll touch you more?”
“Y-You can’t!” you stammered. You let your guard down, you walked right into the hellfire cell and now… You were going to be raped.
“Yeah, I can’t.” What. His body backed away from yours, hands leaving the walls, and he laughed. “If I even tried anything, you’d probably have me in a headlock with knives in my back in a heartbeat. I know you Nanba guards, you ain’t that easy to overpower.” You were embarrassed now, but you couldn’t ignore the question floating in your mind, making its way towards your mouth.
“… Would you?”
“What?”
“If I wasn’t a trained guard, if I had just been hired and didn’t know what I was doing- where I was going, got lost and ended up here, would you try to hurt me?” Why were you even asking something like this?
“No.” Now it’s your turn.
“What?”
“I don’t know you.” He said with an air that was a little too smug for your liking, but at the same time, you relaxed. Even in a prison, full of the worst of the worst, with someone who can literally summon flames at will, he seemed honest. Least, honest enough. “I got a question for you, miss (y/n).” You looked up at him, no trademark smirk could be found on his face anymore.
“What is it?” You kept your body pressed to the cell wall, but decided your hand didn’t need to hover over the taser anymore.
“Why are you afraid of me? You’re a Nanba Guard- male, female, or whatever you may be, you’re still here because you’re one of the toughest guards around, right? So what is it about me that makes you so…” there it was, the smirk, “skiddish?”
You thought about your answer, not wanting to give him full control again.
“I’ve never seen someone that can just light their body on fire at will- and live.”
“Not even in training?~” He teased, and your response had a hint of humor you didn’t know you could give to him.
“No, not even in training.”
“Guess that makes me special then huh?~” You almost snorted at this kind of remark. Sure, 'special’…. His arms went up and behind his head, letting himself recline slightly. “So, since we established that you’re strong, and that I’m not gonna rape you. How about giving me a real pat this time?~”
“You’re still hung up on that?!”
“Yes.” A loud sigh escaped your body and you gave in. You gave him the normal, not too soft, not to rough, patting that he just so badly desired, and that’s when he did it. His hands grasped you, by your middle, catching you off guard. His fingers, they dug themselves into your soft center, as if they were savoring your body. You screamed, your face flamed red, and his own got the sleaziest, dirtiest smirk you had ever seen. In one second you had regained yourself, and smacked his face so hard the red blush on his cheeks were overshadowed by the bright red imprint of your hand. Storming out of his cell, you yelled obscurities at him, calling him a pervert, an idiot, and far worse things. Slamming the door shut, you made damn well sure he could hear your footsteps stomping away from his cell, even over his obnoxious, irritating laugh.
Never again, will you be handling his cell alone…. Even if you liked it.
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