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Blind Obedience (Yandere!Ayato/Reader)

unreliable synopsis: ayato tries to ask reader out but fails lol.

afab reader

cw: yandere themes: possessive behavior. drugging & power imbalance. non-consensual touching.

a/n: as always i dont fricking condone this crap it's for entertainment purposes. please seek help if you are in a similar situation in real life

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Your job as one of the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato's, "official" retainers is unnecessarily glamorized by your family. In all honesty, it is far less honorable than what they make it out to be. Then again, that's probably because you haven't come home in a while so there's nothing for them to brag about.

Fetching umbrellas, handing paperwork, managing schedules, delivering lunches– your work is duller than what the ninjas go through. Your job is essentially to be the bodyguard on display besides Lord Kamisato. Occasionally you fight alongside him but that is few and far in between when the man is plenty competent. There were nights when you felt your sword was wasted in serving Ayato. Your blade dulls whenever you open an umbrella for your Lord, but you seem to forget about it the second you see him smile.

Free time is not a finite resource either. You and Thoma joke that you might as well be Ayato's second housekeeper with all the extra domestic work you volunteer. Oftentimes Thoma insinuates that you act less of a retainer and more of the commissioner's spouse, but you just found the notion demeaning and crossed the line. Your relationship is strictly business, and Thoma knows that.

Today is a rare occasion where you perform your duties in public. You stood beside Ayato with a blade at your hip. This time, Thoma was walking behind Ayaka instead of chatting the day away with you.

In all honesty, the scene looked like the Kamisato siblings were just taking their dogs out for a walk.

"Greetings Lord and Lady Kamisato. What brings you to this humble abode? Please accept my apologies. If I heard that you would be my guests this evening I would've been more hospitable. After all, I'm sure you've heard, but I am not bound to a land of my own."

The man tilted his hat up to meet your gaze.

Kaedehara Kazuha: one of the last living remnants of his fallen clan. You've had a chance to meet thrice before, and you found his company quite comforting. Each encounter was memorable. You both ended up talking for hours regarding haikus and other artistic endeavors without a care for the clock. He was like your key to connecting with nature with the way he plays his tunes, and you loved every second of it.

Kazuha doesn't appear to have been moved by time. The only things that changed were his height and the Sandogasa his head had been sporting– a motif that showed his feet had never stayed in one place too long.

It's comforting to know that he stands before you when everything around him and his family vanished into the wind.

His sandals imprinted the sand as he walked toward your group. He closed his eyes, feeling the air.

"Lord Kamisato, you still smell like morning dew. Yet, is this the scent of red ginseng I sense?"

Red ginseng? The anti-oxidant?

Ayato cleared his throat, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He doesn't appear pleased by that comment.

"There is no need to be modest, Lord Kaedehara." Ayato smiled. "We are here to see how you are fairing after all. I am compelled to feel as though it is my duty to support you whenever we can."

"Hmm, I see," Kazuha smiled, slightly fanning a stray leaf to his face. "But I highly doubt that is the end of it. The wind whispers to me... and I have reasons to believe that you are not here only to seek out answers regarding my well-being, is that right?"

Ayato nodded.

"My apologies. I'm not well-versed in the art of small talk. Shall I head straight to the point?"

"I'd appreciate it, so long as you stop referring to me as a Lord." Kazuha sighed. "I never became one and I don't have plans to."

"Mister Kaedehara, my brother has a few requests he would like to make," Ayaka raised her hand. "It has everything to do with your ancestor's blacksmithing techniques."

"Oh," Kazuha opened his mouth, surprised. "So you're here for Haran? I see."

The wind blew against the yumemiru trees.

"In that case," Kazuha looked at you and smiled. "May I have a word with Lady Kamisato and Miss (Y/n) in exchange?"

Ayato's eyes narrowed.

"Why (Y/n)?"

You stared at Ayato.

"I figured I can gauge how worthy you are through the Shirasagi Himegimi's retainer," Kazuha said. Ayato barely held back a scoff.

"She's mine."

You wish you saw the expression on your lord's face. His voice did not betray any emotion besides conviction.

No one spoke for a while. You saw Thoma from the corner of your eye opening his mouth before shutting it.

"Well, that speaks volumes," Kazuha laughed softly.

"A shame. She would be a better fit to serve Lady Kamisato."

You, Ayaka, and Thoma nearly reacted inappropriately at his boldness. Such a frank stance was not a common attribute of Kazuha's flowery speech. Things are not going favorably. He may be a bit eccentric, but the Kamisato Clan cannot afford to miss this opportunity.

You spoke up. "I would be fine with the arrangement as long as Lord and Lady Kamisato is alright with it."

Ayato raised an eyebrow. "It is not about whether or not you will be fine with it–"

"My brother and I agree with this arrangement as well," Ayaka said. Ayato no longer objected after her intervention. She smiled softly.

"It's a pleasant day for a walk, wouldn't you agree, Mister Kaedehara? There's a pleasant breeze and glorious sunshine. So, where shall we head off?"

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Ayaka was right when she mentioned that the wind will be pleasant at this time of day. Opting to avoid any of her brother's ears, she chose an area with no walls to eavesdrop from. The beach in Ritou offers crashing waves and distant sounds of unruly children, perfect for background noises.

"Did you truly ask for (Y/n) to know more about my brother?" Ayaka pulled out a fan and covered her lips. Even so, it did not hide a mischievous glint in her eyes. She seems to know more than you, considering how Kazuha flushed red.

"Why does my presence matter so much?" You joked.

Kazuha laughed. "Is it hard to believe?"

"Well, after you told us I'd be better off serving Lady Ayaka," You shrugged. "Sort of."

"It's the truth, though," he said. "I think you'd be better off as Lady Kamisato's retainer, especially with your talents."

Ayaka nodded. Your eyes widened. Lady Kamisato thought you're competent enough to work for her?

"I… Didn't know you felt that way My Lady"

"Work with Lord Kamisato may be as constant as flowing water, but drinking from that stream will be akin to sleep to the freezing, especially in your case, (L/n)," Kazuha added. There is subtle stress in his tone. One you didn't quite understand at the time.

"... I didn't understand a word you just said but it sounded like a lèse-majesté just now."

Kazuha didn't understand that Fontaine term. "Let's just say I have some reservations."

"Towards the Kamisato Clan?" Ayaka asked.

"No," Kazuha said. "I have no qualms with you and your connections, Shirasagi Himegimi."

"Are you seeking redemption for your Clan?"

"Oh, you'd be wrong to assume that," Kazuha smiled softly "I doubt I'd need what my Clan had in store for me even if I did revive it. We were but a subordinate clan to the Kamisatos, after all. Plus, I relish the freedom I have today."

"Then why hesitate?" You asked.

Kazuha answered without missing a beat.

"Because Loyalty does not equate to Blind Obedience."

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After that rough start, the conversation went by smoothly when Ayaka boasted about her brother's repertoire. Although both Ayaka and Kazuha did most of the talking, you were more than satisfied. You did your actual job. Not one of a housekeeper. A sense of pride coursed through your body each time passing children looked at your sword in awe. It's childish, but you missed those silly boosts of confidence. Truly makes you feel like you earned your rice and salary.

As it happens, Kazuha didn't ask for your company just to learn more about Ayato alone either. You can't help but smile when recalling your chat with him after Ayaka left.

But it's not the time nor place to be giddy. Quite frankly, it's a bit embarrassing to grin about your private life when your boss walks beside you.

"Escorting my Lady and Mister Kaedehara went by without a hitch," you reported. "It's all just things you've heard before, My Lord. How you are skilled with multiple weapons in your arsenal and the like."

"Then why the smile?"

…

"Pardon me, My Lord?"

"You were smiling non-stop when you came back." He said nonchalantly. "What else were you three talking about?"

"O-Oh. My apologies, Lord Kamisato. In truth, the conversation also got lively and we took turns talking about our experiences with poetry writing."

You cleared your throat, cheeks flushed over the two's previous remarks earlier. "Though, i-it's nothing important."

You're an awful liar.

"Hmm. You seem to have enjoyed being in their company a lot. Do you forget where your loyalties lie?" Ayato teased, but his eyes do not match the playfulness of his tone.

"Of course not my lord. I DID enjoy their company, but my loyalties lie forever with the Kamisato Clan."

"For someone who claims equal loyalty, you seemed as if you favor Ayaka's presence the most."

"Well," you coughed awkwardly. "She is a very cooperative and an easy person to get along with, My Lord."

In other words, Ayato is the troublesome sibling in your eyes.

Ayato paused. As usual, his expression was unreadable.

In truth, Ayato was seething the moment he saw you return to the area with hands playing with your hair, talking so unreservedly with the Kaedehara vagabond.

He closed his eyes while wearing a plagiarized smile. You had worked for him three months earlier than Thoma, yet your loyalties waver more than his. What had caused it to do so? The dilemma is sending the Kamisato Clan Head's mind into a manic frenzy.

Kazuha's comment stuck with him. Ayato admits, with your resume you are far more useful to his sister than himself. His sister is surely aware of that. Your eye for aesthetics and crafts could serve to help Ayaka's workload.

But he needs you more than Ayaka needs you. It's selfish, but if his sister were to come to his room tonight to negotiate, he would drown her voice out with the paperwork. Ayato adores his sister, and she's likely the only person who can convince him to stop.

Was he not enough? What happened and why is your smile more downright mesmerizing than before? It makes him want to pull his hair right out of his scalp. What did Ayaka and Kaedehara Kazuha discuss with you to get you to blush as red as a maple leaf?

You hadn't uttered a single word– why are you staring at him with visible confusion?

His chest ached. Had he been a lesser man, he knew that his hands would've been on her shoulders, screaming to rile up an answer from you.

Ayato sighed exasperatedly. He can't do that. No matter how high he rises into power, the oath he shared with his father weighs more than these unsavory emotions. Besides, he believed he is far more tasteful than the feral beast he imagined himself to be. Be that as it may, just because he is an elegant man does not mean he is free from these feral fantasies. He does admit that the thought of intimidating you into submitting to him, and him alone, was incredibly tempting. Especially when he is painfully aware that you are both alone with not one of his ninjas and or servants, save for yourself, in the vicinity.

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"What do you live for, (L/n)?"

A sword slithered under your jaw, still and calculated as it slowly poked upwards and drew blood. However, you did not falter. You remind yourself that your Lord gets a kick out of seeing people squirm. You gazed up to your lord's eyes and gave a small untroubled smile.

"I live to serve, my Lord."

"And who is it that you serve?"

"The Kamisato Clan," you said. "And the Kamisato Clan alone."

"Good," he sheathed his sword back and ruffled your hair. Ayato looked relieved. "Good girl."

You didn't say a word. You continued to kneel. It wasn't until the next morning when you finally stood up under Lady Kamisato's orders.

You're a dog, yes. But you are the Kamisato Clan's dog.

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Now that he recalled who (L/n) (Y/n) truly belongs, the box weighed like jade steel in his pocket.

"Must I truly share you with my sister?" He muttered. "With the rest of the clan?"

You did not hear the words he mumbled behind his sleeves. Even if you had, you doubt you would've understood the connotations behind his pained musings.

"I'm sorry My Lord, may I ask for you to repeat that?"

"Think nothing of it," Ayato said. "It's just a throwaway comment. (Y/n), let us move. We have far more pressing matters to attend to."

You flipped the next page of his schedule. Ayato couldn't help but smile when he saw your face scrunched over reading it. "The pressing matters of your... Tea time with (Y/n), My Lord?– Wait hol'up, I thought I had the evening off?"

Ayato cracked up a smile. He always found it endearing whenever you break out of your retainer persona.

"Yes, well, now that you have your evening off," Ayato reached his hand out. "Would you like to have tea with me, (Y/n)? Of course, I'm inviting you as Ayato, and not the commissioner so take it easy. I bought only the finest and most creative snacks."

He did not miss how your positive expression was deterred by the word "creative". This was Kamisato Ayato, after all. It is part of his perverse desires to awe at the sight of his opponents and most beloved ones squirm at his little schemes.

"A-Actually, My Lord." You coughed behind your fist, "My sincerest apologies, but I must decline. I have an... event to attend to."

"Oh."

Something inside his head cracked.

Another alarming sign. Just a few hours after mentioning that you prefer his sister's company over his, you added more salt to his wound by prioritizing someone else over him? After he planned for this date weeks prior with his packed schedule? Of course– you wouldn't be aware that this was a date all along, he can't be bothered to scare you of what this event officially was in his head, but it burned as much as hearing you reject his (unspoken) confession.

And here he thought the only thing left getting in the way was his sister. Laughable.

"If I may ask, what could you be possibly doing at these late hours, my beloved?"

You scoffed.

Was it that hard to believe that you have plans for the evening?

Well, yes, it was.

"My beloved?" You copied incredulously.

Ayato opened his mouth to digress, but you seemed to shrug it off easily. Too easily.

If he found it difficult to believe you were busy, you found it just as difficult to think he was ever genuine with his affections towards you.

"I don't know what's gotten into you today, Ayato." You said. "But if you MUST know, someone asked me out. On a real date."

He can tell. Kamisato Ayato is not an idiot. He just chose to ignore the signs. But it hurts to hear you say it so unashamedly proud.

"With who?"

"Well, aren't you unusually nosy today?" You laughed.

"It is not worthy of your concern, My Lord– Come to think of it... I heard Madarame isn't busy right now, and last time we talked, he said he hadn't tasted Tomoki's creative cooking before!" You beamed. "Of course, he made me promise not to tell our Lord Kamisato Ayato that, and won't you look at that, I'm talking to myself again! Oh dear, I should stop before SOMEONE hears me. I don't want to break a promise, after all!~"

Had it been any other day, he would've gladly taken this innocent bait.

His gaze softened.

"Hmm. Yes. Very noble of you, (Y/n). I sure hope nobody important heard a word of what you just said." He answered playfully.

"Hmm hmm!" You nodded along. "It would be a real shame if something unfortunate happened to our dear Representative after all!"

"Yes– Since we do not wish for anything bad to happen to our dear Madarame," Ayato placed a hand on your shoulder. His touch was light, but it weighed heavy on your shoulder.

You know him so well. He smirked.

But not enough.

"Tell me, (Y/n), will you not 'take one for the team' and accompany your eccentric Lord Kamisato Ayato this evening instead?"

"A-Ayato..." You gritted your teeth while smiling widely. He too had a fake smile on his face as he awaited your response. "It would be rude to keep my date waiting."

"I'll send Hisashi to tell whoever your obviously-non-existent date is that you can't afford to come then," Ayato said. You stiffened. "Do not lie to me. We both know you use my workload as an excuse to avoid family gatherings."

"Well. Damn." You laughed humourlessly. "Is that why Hisashi isn't with us? Did you send him off to track my date down?"

As it happens, that mind of yours is a double-edged sword.

You looked over his shoulder. Normally, Hisashi would make his presence known to you by waving slightly. Your smile fell. Thankfully he is not on duty that evening, which leads you to assume something disappointing. It was a bluff, but you didn't know that. Instead, you thought Ayato sent him to stalk your date moments prior. This is funny for someone who accused you of dating a fictional person.

"So, I was right," You muttered. "My Lord– Do you not trust me?"

Ayato's fingers slowly wrapped themselves around your shoulders.

"More precisely, I don't trust whoever this date of yours is," he said. "After all, we are not free from the Fatui's watchful eyes."

"It's just Kazuha."

He paused.

"Just... Kazuha?"

Since when were you two on a first-name basis?

Not knowing how to register his tone, you nodded with a "comforting" smile. "Yes. He asked me to accompany him to Inazuma City today. Is there a problem with that, My Lord?"

Ayato bit his cheek. It appears that an unwanted guest has been sniffing around his possessions. To have the audacity to proclaim he smelled like ginseng and to steal (Y/n) twice this evening, he's surely trying to challenge the commissioner.

"Cancel it."

"Excuse me?"

"Cancel your plans."

"My Lord I–"

"I cleared my entire schedule for your birthday and when you were ill to personally tend to your fever last month, did I not?"

Ayato deadpanned, causing you to shiver. There was a clear-cut venom laced in his voice that you were rarely subjected to. The way he said it made it seem like you owe him your affections, and partly that would be correct. Despite his offer of spending the evening with you as Ayato, your friend, the way he speaks now is reminiscent of Kamisato Ayato, the head of the Shuumatsuban Operations. This is his way of keeping you on your toes by calling you a spoiled brat without explicit mention.

Who are you to question your master's wishes?

"This is the least you could do for me in return for me."

You didn't dare look at his eyes.

"... Of course, My Lord."

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As expected, your Lord's fingertips whisked you away to Komore Teahouse.

Beforehand, Ayato walked alongside you as you sheepishly informed Kazuha of your cancelation. He didn't look disappointed nor angry. Instead, the wandering samurai's expression resembled more of fear and pity.

Kazuha wanted to say more, but Ayato was quick to steer you away. He ordered you to wait at the teahouse with specific orders of not peeking inside the hot pots until he came back. Ayato mentioned something about Kazuha's friend in Tenshukaku but you didn't get the rest of the details before Ayato shooed you away. You begrudgingly agreed and left.

"Ah, welcome back Lord K– Ayato."

He didn't reply.

Ayato immediately sat down. Not in front of you, but beside you. He opened the pots and placed the lids elsewhere. The commissioner started pouring two cups of red liquid by your side, being uncannily quiet as he does so.

"... Ayato?"

"Why did you accept?"

"Accept what?"

"Kaehara's offer." Ayato refused to face you. He slipped the first cup closer to you and you reluctantly grabbed it.

"He's a good honest man." You blatantly told him.

"And I'm not?!"

You both went silent after that outburst. You couldn't quite tell if he was joking since it was so out of character. It was very unusual that you nearly chuckled, but refrained once you saw his look of defeat.

That was real.

"Why... What?–..." Ayato laughed cheaply. Of course, he's far from an honest man. He had been branded the dirty name of a politician a long time ago.

You didn't know what to make of his behavior. Lord Kamisato is a bit strange– his oftentimes possessive actions came from a place of healthy skepticism. His work is deprived of loyalty and attachment, so you provided nothing else but that.

The Kamisato Clan still holds the leash to your collar.

"(Y/n)."

"Yes, Ayato?"

"Would you–..." He sighed. "Do you prefer working with my sister over me?"

"No."

It's a shame that you're an awful liar.

You grabbed the cup he prepared for you before his hand ghosted above it.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course my Lord."

He lets go.

You took a sip. The drink was surprisingly a bit mellow. Bitter, yes, but there must've been loads of sugar to compensate. Still, it was strange. Is this ginseng?

You waited for Ayato for quite a long time. You were sure this drink will be lukewarm at best.

Why does it feel so warm?

"If you want to prove your loyalties," Ayato circled his cup. The red drink swirled as he stared directly at its vortex.

"Why aren't you obeying me?"

"M-my... L-lord..."

Drops of water fell down your thighs. Did you push off your cup? You can't tell. Something's flowing from your mouth.

It's your saliva.

Have you ever drooled this much before? Why are you drooling?

Heavy. Your head is heavy.

Ayato sits before you like a blob or hydro slime– you barely make out what words he spoke. Everything is warm. Something pressed your cheek and neck. Like a warm blanket covering your form.

Ayato stood up and slowly walked past you. You tried grabbing his ghostly sleeves but your dwindling strength failed you. Whatever you drank stripped most of your voice away, no matter how loud you cried, no coherent sentence came out.

You thought he had left you to wallow in your own self-pity until you felt ice on your chest.

"There..." Ayato whispered above your ear. His voice made you tremble between his arms as he dipped his head down the crook of your neck.

"You look even more breathtaking, my beloved. Do you like the necklace?"

You only figured out what he chained you with by the time you woke up used and filthy. It was a thin rosegold necklace with a hydro vision pendant inspired by his own. And you can't take it off, lest you want your fingers littered with water slices.

"Hel... Aya..."

"Hmm?"

Now that he's this close, you realized just how long his eyelashes are. His voice brushed against your neck. You cringed. Was there a box on top of the table before?

"Ah, I fear I may have overdone just how much ginseng I should add. Not to worry, it wouldn't impair your speech too long. You can tell me how much you appreciate it later."

"Aya..." Your willpower is latching on to the small chance that you'll be able to scream.

"Aya...ka..."

His fingers dug a few centimeters deeper down your throat. You coughed up. Ayato froze.

"Oh, my sincerest apologies." From the tone of his voice, it was far from that. Yet something tells you that he did not mean to squeeze your throat either.

His gloved thumb gently wiped your lips. "I slipped up. Do you want more to drink?"

"Ngh..."

Warm. So warm.

This sickness-- it was all too familiar.

You're almost certain you had this strange fever a month ago.

Ayato's grin did not change, but the revelation darkened your perspective. That was not a loving smile. Something more sinister lurks underneath, and you do not wish to unravel more than what was revealed.

This was not his first attempt to make you his.

You sobbed.

Ayato, you asshole.

"Right," he chuckled. His gloved hands started to slither around your collar and buttons. "You must be feeling too warm, here–"

"Part your lips for me, my beloved. Won't you obey– submit– to your husband this time around, (Y/n)?"

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