Temptation

3

The past week I've been testing for just about every gift possible. My father was even present for some of the façade. He wouldn't get angry with me, but I could tell he was impatient. He too put on a show of support.

While I was lying to just about everyone I know, I was also researching my new gift. I know the limits and I know the commands. I could force someone into masturbating, and I can even edge someone to death. This ability I have is so damn powerful if it's perfected.

My father actually made me test seduction in his sight, but by then I knew how to stop it from working. I have to put extreme focus onto something else so that my mind is clouded. So when I told his solider to kiss me they did no such thing. We brushed over that test and we never brought it up again.

He has been sending me on errands so I'm not rendered useless. I hate that he sent me to Commander Nagata's alone though. Our last interaction was anything but casual.

The large door I scanned my chip at leads me into the training grounds. It's break weekend, so the building is practically empty. I wander until I find the door labeled "Commander Ramiro Nagata". After composing myself, I finally open it.

The office is surprisingly... nice. It's not welcoming considering there are countless weapons all over his walls. When I looked into him, I learned his gift was swordsmanship, but he's since trained himself to master countless others. I didn't get much information though. All I learned is that he is 25 and 6'5. I'm only 5'8, so I'm just some tiny girl to him.

He is sitting in his chair doing some work on a screen. It's a little shocking to see him not in uniform. Instead he's in a sleek, tan trench coat with a padded black shirt underneath. I guess he isn't on work hours right now, so he can get away with attire like this.

As I gaze at him, the sudden feelings of attraction crawl back to me. I've heard a lot about him through the grapevine. He is half Hispanic and half Japanese, which his face depicts perfectly. His narrow, black eyes could take charge of an entire room. His strong jaw and rigid cheeks assert dominance. I know he's a confident man because he isn't afraid of much. Maybe trust is his one fear. He wears tiny earrings that are usually considered taboo on men. His hair isn't common either. The black locks are shaved at the sides, but very long at the top. He pins it back messy on purpose, yet it is still so professional.

My intimidation is visible.

He finally closes his screen and looks at me.

"Adira! Very good to see you."

He stands up to shake my hand, so I give him one that leaves him impressed.

"You as well Commander."

He grins at that name, amused.

"You can call me Ramiro."

I nod and let out a relieved breath. He's not uptight, which will make this a lot easier.

"So, do you know what your gift is yet?" he asks, trying to get to know me a little.

"No," I lie, "I'm sure if it's like my father's or brother's then it will take longer to figure out."

"True, but you will someday."

I smile. If I told him he wouldn't think twice about my intentions. It's not like I know how to use it well anyways.

He stands up, "Come, what I need to show you is in the training arena."

I follow him out of the door and back down the hall to an arena I passed on my way in. It's all very organized, but it is extremely open. This room is made to hold an entire division of men at once. I almost forgot it was the same one I was in a week ago.