Double-Dealing | Kuzan x reader

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EDITING IN PROGRESS (21.08.2021)

"You know I can't help but think that you are going against me, (y/n)."

The man towered over you, his daffodil-yellow coat cascading down his body. Your fists were clenched as his lips were curled into a smile, watching on as you brewed in anger.

"But I don't want to leave!"

There was a tremble to your body as you felt tears prickle at your waterline, hands clammy and rubbed raw with stress. The waterworks only started up when his thin hand landed on your shoulder, the pressure practically a trigger for your tears.

"If Mama said you were the right person to do the job, I can't stop her from making you go."

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"Are you okay, Lieutenant? I said it was okay for you to put the papers over on my desk."

Sengoku looked on with a deep frown, his lips pressed into a line. At his words, you snapped from your thoughts. Your eyes went wide and a thick sheen of sweat bulleted down your brow.

"A-ah, sorry sir! My thoughts were just getting the better of me!"

Your salute was rushed and improper, the other hand focusing on not dropping the papers you held. They were heavy and were beginning to slip from your grasp, giving you all the more reason to hurry. It was just a shame that when you turned to do so, the entire loft of neatly-piled paper scattered all over the floor in one big fwump.

The squeak that left your mouse was reminiscent of a mouse, your body moving on instinct as you dove down towards the mess. Your hands worked faster than your head as you began hastily picking up the pieces, trying your hardest to reassemble what once was.

"I'm s-so sorry!"

Thankfully, you managed to finally put them onto the desk. For any other person, it was a simple task. But for reasons completely unknown to anyone who watched you, it was a titanic challenge. Your embarrassment was evident as your cheeks flared up - darting towards the door in complete, blind panic.

You left in what could only be described as the blink of an eye, leaving the only two men in the room to blink owlishly in your stead.

How one could managed something like that, was truly a mystery.

"S-Sengoku, sir?"

The vice admiral, who had only come in to discuss a completely separate topic, then turned to the fleet admiral with worry. While the former looked like he had seen a ghost, or at least some form of unnatural being, the latter just pinched the bridge of his nose with a mutter.

"How that girl became a marine, I will never truly know."

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"Marine code '071105', (y/n)!"

Lines upon lines of rookies stood before the temporary desks of current officers, awaiting their fate. The room was large enough for the whole width to be filled, for there to be even more room despite the hundreds who gathered. But one of those who happened to be at the front of the third line, was you - your hand raised in a sharp salute.

Despite your efforts, the man never replied. He simply used his bony finger to flip through the large stack of files on his desk, searching for your code. When he found it he pulled it out, giving the slip of paper a once over. It had your name and other pieces of information, but wasn't too thoroughly looked at before he handed it off to you.

His thumb only hooked over his shoulder towards the doors at the back, his tired eyes drifting briefly up to yours. You could see how boring this was, and clearly this man was begging for a rest.