Lady Of the Mansion ✔ (Kagaya x MelanieMartinez!Reader)

02. DOLLHOUSE

THE SCENT OF CANNABIS WAS HEAVY IN THE ROOM MIXED WITH SAKE AND IRON. My older brother stood there his head tilled to side his pink braided hair swayed with his movements and the bangs fell over his eye. Smoke coming from his parted lips, his eyes distant meaning he was high.

Behind him was my father who just stood there with a very annoyed expression before he turned to my mother, “what are you doing? She should have been married already in place of just playing with those flowers outside.” His dark eyes narrowed, “such waste of space.”

My heart clenched, is this how life passes before someone’s eyes? A nightmare? The worse time of your life? Man I wish that things would have been different.

“Get moving outside, the Ubuyashiki are waiting for her to be handed over.” He snarled as he also pulled a haori over his clothes. “be a good little slave and please the master, give him heirs for the family, and keep our name clean.”

He bath himself in male perfume that was in a small glass bottle to cover the scent of sake from him making me fell disgusted of them all. Those memories were the worse, from calling me Crybaby to sending me as a slave no care or concern in their gazes.

I walked outside my hand before me my fingers gripped my wrist in despair the familiar nervousness clouding my mind remembering who I was marrying, the same kind man – boy – that changed my name.

Walking outside followed by my family they all put their smiling mask, the perfect family was here. No lies, no cheating, no alcoholic or drug-aholic lived here. Only imperfection was me, but no one thought or spoke over it. 

Such odd name, was what many would say, but later on when seeing my personality would know what it meant.

“she is our daughter, Crybaby.” My mother introduced with the fakest smile she could muster, “she is fourteen just a year older than Ubuyashiki-Sama.” 

Her body covered whoever she spoke to, her hands moved around as she spoke, before she moved away letting me see them. She gestured with her face to warn me of being ‘nice’.

I looked before me and saw a boy of my age, his eyes were filled with such kindness I remembered. His hair was longer than when we were older loose over his shoulder and his kimono was covered by his lovable haori.

His smile wavered when the familiar words came from him, “such odd name, who named her?” his words were soothing and calming.

I still thought I was just seeing my life as I died.

“Ah it was an accident but her personality matches her so we kept this name, she doesn’t complain.” Father spoke his rough hand on my hair petting it, but I could feel the malice and warning in his tone not to rat them out.

I nodded with such fear sweating feeling his grip tighten on my head so light telling me to agree, no words could come.

Kagaya smiled again his eyes showing suspicion but then extended his hand out to me, “you are not my bride.”

I feared to speak due that everyone thought that we were perfect don’t let them see thought the curtains, if they knew who knew what would happen to me. People were blinded by mother’s jewelry and kimonos never thinking what was happening behind closed curtains.

She could drink to forget his abuse and infidelity. 

When inside the carriage I felt so much better but still felt a bit sour of being with Kagaya, we were married nothing went bad between us but he never loved me like a wife, we were just friends – even if I loved him.

The carriage moved and rocked due to the rocks and holes in the streets as she were now on the dirt streets going where he lived for the wedding night. There would be a party that night but my family lied saying that they couldn’t reach.

I remembered that after that night they didn’t get to see me or me to them until they were killed off.

They abandoned me.

Kagaya was a nice man so I wasn’t so worried, aside from me being married to someone who didn’t see me as their wife, it hurt me.

“why did you marry me?” I questioned my eyes glanced up to him with my head tilled down to my lap.

His face turned to a confused one, he wasn’t sure why I asked – and he could see that in my face, and he let out a chuckle making a huff exit my nostrils turning my head to see the trees.

Even if it was a dream I wished to know this, it was a question I carried in my chest for s long.

“we have met before, a few years ago.” He spoke after a few seconds of silence his hands placed over his lap with elegance. “when we were kids,”

I didn’t remember that. How long ago? I mean we were arranged to marry two years before but I don’t remember us meeting nothing before that. Even before now, now would have been the first time we have met.

“What is your name?” I jumped the subject skipping to a new one not wanting to get into a conversation I didn’t know would be an option. After all I never met him before our marriage.

Right?

“Ubuyashiki Kagaya.” His smile never faded as he spoke he was unhealthy hade of white his lips, “And you are . . . Crybaby.” He way he said it said all he thought in his head, he didn’t like that I was named like this. The ways his brows furrowed and his lips twitched.

“uh, is something wrong?” I asked seeing his expression even if his smile was still here. I remember that the first time we have met he acted the same but I ignored it due that I never understood him until much later.

He sighed and smiled again as he explained his thoughts easily, “I do not like that name, Crybaby, that name is seen as an offence, so give me permission to rename you, Crybaby.”

An unwanted happiness filled my chest as I gave a light nod a smile curled on my lips at this memory.

“how about. . . [Y/N]? it sounds beautiful it matches you, Ubuyashiki [Y/N].” he tasted the name on his lips and his eyes shone with pride seeing the blush that clouded my cheeks. Even now that I was just in a memory the way he spoke and his looks affected me.