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Chapter List
- 1-Torture Devices & Guide Lines
- 2-Hide & Seek; Firstmate
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[A/N: I do not own any of the characters of the Shall We Date? Destiny Ninja Otome Date Simulates. I do own the MC that is used in this story.]
[A/N2: This is the continuation of an SWD One shot I did a while back for Mizuki.]

I stood there, foot on the wooden under bustle. My eyes boring in the blue of the Captain Mizuki's first mate, as he stared at me in shock. Arching an eyebrow as I place a hand on the lifted knee to brace myself better before leaning forward. Hearing the shaped wood creak loudly. Causing the ships first mate, still standing in the doorway, to snap out of his daze.

"What are you doing!?" He growled at me.

Giving a rude snort as his question, I rolled my eyes at him. Causing him to glare even more coldly at me. Unfazed I took a slow, deep breath and stopped what I was doing.

"I'd think it was obvious, sir," I snapped at him.

The ever-deepening frown on his lips made me smile. Not explaining anymore I continued on with a single-minded determination to destroy the annoying piece of the current English Ton's fashion regimen. Just like I had already done to the corset that laid in pieces of ribbon, cloth and boning at my feet. Hiking the skirt of my dress up, eliciting a sharp intake from my towering and quiet companion, I smiled wider as I looked at him feeling nothing but amusement. More-so at the light blush staining his pale cheeks.

Unable to help myself, not that I wanted to, I spoke up chuckling, "Your help would be appreciated. But only after you quit acting like a boy who has never been under a woman's petticoats."

The way his face flushed even darker, as his countenance turned to anger, I laughed aloud. Earning a disapproving growl from him. Rolling my eyes again, I pushed forward and down on my knee as hard as I could, hearing the squeal of the wood as it began to splinter under the pressure I was applying.

In the next instant, I found my body being lifted and set to the side. Causing me to huff in indignation. As I watched the First Mate dismantle the bustle with ease. Making me happy as I watched with contentment written across my face until he finished. Shrugging at the look he gave as I started gathering up the pieces into my arms.

"It's a torture device. Restricts movement and is heavy a bloody hell to walk around wearing. Do you think you could fight in it?" I said as I moved towards the cabin door, arms full.

A snort came from him as I heard him gather up the remaining pieces. No doubt in my mind that he'd follow me as I made my way up to the deck. His silence a welcomed. When we stepped onto the bustling deck, which came to a halt at the sight of me, I just walked to the decks railing and threw my armload over the side Only to have my silent companion do the same.

"Glad you understand. Because only a perverted moron could come up with that damned contraption. Probably due to no woman ever want to stay with his sorry, more than likely ugly ass," I calmly said, smiling up at him.

When I turned around and saw the many open mouths and shock on the crews face. I just arched an eyebrow a the silent man beside me gave a deep rumbling chuckle, which was rather a pleasant sounding. Tilting my head a bit to the side, seeing the impassive face lit up from my comment was nice.

"So, since you intruded on my space, you're my babysitter, huh? Do I have to stay sequestered to that tiny space? Or am I allowed out to talk a walk and visit my horse in the hold?" I asked.

Watching as his face shut down quickly letting me know the answer to my questions. Sighing as I threw my hands up in mock defeat, I started back towards the doorway that would take me to my prison cell. The sound of everyone going back to their jobs as I felt my jailer behind me. Figuring he had to watch me, I would have fun teasing the poor guy to pass the time. Because I know if I was bored there'd be hell to pay. And a part of me wished the captain might have remembered that as well.

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Hands laden with a ray of provisions. I awaited my first mate to open my cabin door. Already having been informed of my 'acquired' hostages little debacle earlier this evening after we'd set sail. I could feel the pressure building at the back of my skull, indicating I would have a hell of a headache soon enough. Since what was being offered for the little farce, I realized the damn girl conned me into it.

The soft creak of the door had me glancing superstitiously into the room before entering. It was quiet, though there was a tension in the air. Looking at Hanzo, seeing his blue eyes guarded, but sparking in good humor almost made me pause on the way to my small desk. The man was almost unflappable. A reason I chose him, above all others, to be my first mate. I knew I'd never had to question his loyalty. That and it took forever for me to gain his trust and respect.

Giving him a small nod to leave and that I'd talk with him later. I set the tray on the desk and turned to my cabins only other occupant. Visibly twitching at what I saw. Deciding he had no self-respect or modesty. Her head was down as she focused on stitching a dress that, from the material cuttings on my bed, was modified. Legs crossed so the skirt of her peach dress rode dangerously, and very indecently high upon her limbs.

Coughing politely as I counted backward from ten. Her odd colored eyes darting up to look at me. The unconcerned look she gave before going back to what she was doing. Narrowing my eyes, I slammed my hand down on my desk. Sending the tray and its contents rattling. Startling the young Miss Pendragon. Who hissed as she stabbed her finger with the sewing needle.

Her head snapped up, eyes flashing as she growled at me. Quirking an eyebrow as I just stared down at her. Not letting her have an inch of leeway. Glad when she finally huffed and just stared patiently back at me.

"We are going to have a nice talk, Miss Pendragon," I said, knowing I was smiling darkly at her."And you are going to tell me the whole reason behind this little farce you've created. Then I'm going to set some guidelines for the next eight days you are on 'my' ship. Understood!"

The dark look she gave me spoke volumes of rebellion. Deciding it'd be best to nip that before it took hold.

"And do not think I won't forcibly acquire those documents and toss you over the railing of my ship, Lady Pendragon," My words detached and cold.

Her smile as she looked at me. Shrugging as if she didn't care.

"That will be a sight. Because it means you'll have to be shoving your hand into my breast like I am some common trollop before disposing of me," she quipped, a hand lifting to reach into the bodice of her dress and pulling out the leather bound packet. "And just to be clear, each dress is modified so that the hidden pocket will be in a different location on my person."

I could feel a tic under my eye as the chit flashed me a toothy grin. Knowing I'd not do that.

"Fine. Now get to explaining," I snapped at her, seeing her flinch back from the intensity.

"First you need to read something. And very carefully," she said, opening the clasp of the packet, removing the top sheets of heavy vellum paper.

Eyeing her warily, I took the proffered paper. My eyes skimming over what was written before stopping and starting over and taking my time. There was no mistaking what type of contract I was reading. It as a marriage contract. And she had used me to get out of it. Only serving to make my ire grow hotter.

Fucking figures you'd pull a stunt like this. And why? Because you don't want to marry some rich merchant from India," I hissed in disgust at her.

Watching her as her face showed hurt before it shut down into an unreadable mask. A bit disconcerting as I just looked back at her.

"I said to read it carefully, Captain. My father wouldn't settle for some merchant. No, if you had read the signatures, you'd notice it said, Gojo. The firstborn of the Raja," she said in a monotone voice.

Clearly startled, I kept my face impassive as I flipped to the last page. And there it was, her father's signatures, hers, Gojo's, and her hand maiden's Shizuka's. The last was curious, but still, Gojo was the next ruler of India.

"So, you don't want to be a princess? Live in the lap of luxury? Wow, that is too pathetic and funny," I said. "But why send your maid in your place?"

In the next second, the paper was ripped from my hand. Leaving me to stare as she flipped through them until she found what she wanted.

"And I quote, 'Prince Gojo agrees to this marriage contract for the right to marry a member of the Pendragon household of his choice. Granting trading rights exclusively with the Raja's Royal house." She read off. "A 'member' of my father's house. It does not state me. Gojo didn't want me, but Shizuka. And the feelings were mutual. I just helped them all get what they wanted. Someone has to be fucking happy, you ass."

This time I was unable to keep the shock from my face as I just stared at her. Over the years I'd kept close tabs on the comings and goings of the Pendragon Barony. Knew that there'd been many suitors and hopefuls for the bastards daughter. none successful in acquiring her hand in marriage. Hell, even the king's youngest had tried and failed. LEaving much speculation and anger at the Baron Pendragon.

"So, why this elaborate ruse? Why choose me and my crew? There was no way you'd be sure you'd get the correct Pirate ship," I asked, shifting so I was sitting more comfortably in my chair.

The slow lazy cat like blink she gave as a pout graced her lips.

"Because I'm going to honor another contract of my fathers. That he conveniently forgot about after having my mother murdered," she replied, her voice completely cold and unfeeling. "And because in the last eight years, you've made it clear you've got a personal vendetta against that man. And I had no doubt with a word in the right ears, thanks to Shizuka's many talents, you would take the bait. And even if you hadn't Gojo agreed to send me via land to Japan. To take care of the other Contract, of course. He cannot stand my greedy parental figure."

The certainty I saw in her odd eyes let me know she had more information and wasn't sharing. It did not surprise me in the least. Ten years had gone by. Physically it had changed us both. But the core of who she was had not changed. Making me recall all of her mother's preached to us. I was no fool to think she'd just turn from tomboy into a picture perfect Heiress since he mother's death.

"Fine. Now for my Guide Lines. These you'll obey, Lady Pendragon," I said, smiling darkly as she shuddered in distaste at me using her title.

TBC

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