Hi, this is my very first fanfic that I will attempt to write. Do note that my spelling is bad as can be and i hope you give this story a fair try. One final note i do not own any of the characters and most things in this story. Those rights are reserved for Tetsurō Araki, Ichirō Ōkouchi and many others behind Kabanari of the iron fortress.

( I have updated the first two chapters with improvements on spelling and grammar, while adding and changing a couple of sentences so it makes more sense.)

-Chapter 1

Ikoma had been tinkering with his inventions for quite sometime now, he was tired and thirsty. Remembering he had promised Mumei that her weapons would be finished by morning made him shiver in fear. His oily covered hands reached down to protect his gut as he recalls the last time he couldn't keep up with Mumei's expectations. "I should really finish up before that demon wakes" he muttered under his tired breath. He took a swig from the bottle to quench his thirst and began gathering some tools that were scattered around the boiler cart. While Ikoma was gazing into his lost thoughts he was interrupted by a series of soft knocks on the iron door.

"Excuse me, Ikoma are you in there?" a soft voice lingered from behind the door. Ikoma dropped his tools from the unexpected wake up call. "Ouch" Ikoma winched in pain as the metal wrench hit his foot. He stumbled around trying to regain his balance. "Ikoma, are you managing…..may I enter?" The soft voice responds, unsure of what is happening. Without warning the heavy door struggled open . The owner of the voice stepped into the room and rushed over to the wincing steam smith. "Ayame-sama what brings you here?" Ikoma managed to force out as he fell to the floor. Without a moment of hesitation Ayame quickly helped the poor boy onto his feet. " That was quite the fall you had, are you alright?" Ayame stated with a worried yet cheerful expression on her face. Ikoma turned away from her in a hurry to hide the embarrassment that was vastly spreading across his reddening face. "Don't turn away from me" she says in a commanding yet cute tone. She placed her hands on both sides of his face, forcing him to make eye contact. Ayame's warm touch caused Ikoma's heart to race and he began shaking from the contact of her warm touch. He could feel his breath turn heavy and abnormal. "Ayame-sama...Im..fine" Ikoma managed to huff out while trying to keep his composer from dropping any lower. "Ikoma, are you alright, your face is terribly red?" She cheekily stated while moving in closer to check his temperature. "I see you've been busy" an angry voice echoed around the room and into his now ringing ears. Ikoma instantly recognized the owner of the angry voice and his face managed to turn even redder than it already was "Mumei!?" Ikoma managed to squeak out, while at the same time almost passing out from embarrassment. He attempted to weasel out of the tight grip Ayame had around him but to no prevail.