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dejwrites · 2 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓. chapter two ( &. toji fushiguro x black!female reader — warnings: mentions of sex, sex work,gore, profanity, violence. yakuza au )

➣ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the first task is assigned to [y/n] on yakuza night when she's working a shift at the strip club she works with.

➣ tags: — @ihateliyah @galaxanessus @ceeriusly-dumb @stephanythedramaqueen @maydayaisha @littlemochi @babe-im-bi @ggoldensalmomroe @todo7roki

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YOU SAT IN THE DRESSING ROOM OF THE CLUB bored out your mind. It was a slow night, and tonight, most of the men weren't your typical regular customers. Tonight was yakuza night, and some men in the many yakuza in Japan were here tonight to have fun, play poker, drink, smoke, and be around pretty women. As you spent walking around the floor trying to flirt with some men to get some money, no one even dared to look in your direction. Two hours into your shift, you gave up walking into the back to be on your phone and possibly take a nap while the other girls were warming up the gangsters.

As you stared into the mirror, applying another coat of the thick clear lip gloss, you would hear your co-worker Kira yell from the door of the dressing room. "You have a visitor in private room 5."

You let out a sigh, probably just a gangsta too embarrassed to get a lap dance from a black woman. You stood up, glancing at yourself in the mirror one last time before you left the room. The bedazzled cotton candy pink colored push-up bra helped your boobs sit perfectly for men to stare. The matching bedazzled thong you wore, obviously men broke their neck to stare at your bare ass.

You would walk towards the private rooms, each one you passed. You could hear the faint moans behind the closed doors. It wasn't allowed to sleep with customers, but with the right price, their boss Kiko would make it happen if she wanted to (and if the dancer wanted to). The customer gave a price, received a private room number, and Kiko made sure the cameras were off in that room. You didn't particularly agree with it because it could have put the dancers in danger, but according to Kiko, it was to put trust into the clients. After all, some of the men and women who stepped into this place were married, city officials, government officials, gangsters, and the list goes on. Any evidence of them being in attendance in the club could ruin their lives. You have gotten mind-blowing offers of money just for men to sleep with you, but you always declined. You preferred the fantasy of a man giving you all their money but never being able even to get a taste of you.

When you made it to room five, you would grab the complimentary bottle of champagne and some glasses. Opening the door, you didn't see an unknown gangsta waiting for you to shake your ass in his face, but you saw Toji. He sat in the chair, his hands placed behind his back as if he was waiting for you.

You placed the champagne and glasses on the coffee table that was in the corner of the room. You forgot that he was such a well know boss in the yakuza. Of course, he would be here. But to purposely ask for a private room. It wasn't like him at all. Before you even knew of Toji, and he was just the customer that gave you the biggest tip for the night, Kiko took notice of this and offered Toji a free private dance with you. The dark-haired man always seemed to decline the offer. He once told Kiko if he was to receive a lap dance from you, it would be out on the main floor and not behind closed doors simply because he wanted other men to know that you were his favorite in the club.

"Where have you been? Gojo been on the floor looking for you?" Toji questioned, his eyes staring your body up and down. It was as if he was examining a piece of ancient artwork in a museum.

"I was in the dressing room. It's a slow night for me." You said out loud. You would walk towards him. Your hands placed on his thighs, caressing them slowly as you leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Continuing talking, Kiko watches the tapes to make sure we're working. She can't hear us though, too cheap to get security cameras with audio." You stepped back, plopping on his lap.

It took him by shock as he relaxed in his seat, letting you grind against him slowly. Toji's teeth grind against his lower lip before he begins to speak, "I have a task for you." He said he felt his pants tighten in the crotch area. You hardly were putting any effort in the lap dance, but you could feel his bulge in the nicely tailored black pants he wore tonight.

You smirked, leaning back into him, him getting a whiff of your sweet scent, "What do I have to do?" You questioned.

"You're going to give this guy a lap dance and steal something from him," Toji said.

"What? How the hell am I going to do that? It's cameras, and the cameras aren't requested to be off unless the man wants to have sex." You said, but you sooner stopped standing up, arms crossed over your chest. "I'm not doing anything sexual, Toji."

He grabbed hold of your hand, pulling you back into his lap to continue the lap dance. "You won't. This guy doesn't know how to handle his alcohol. We have been keeping an eye on his alcohol intake. He usually passes out on his 5th drink," he said. "You do your regular job, butter him up, give him his final drink, and then boom. He's out." Toji explained. "You'll be in and out before you know it."

You felt your body somewhat relax, feeling Toji's fingertips traveling across your waist just inches away from the thin pink thong.

"Nanami will be outside the room just in case anything goes wrong and for you to give him what we need," Toji said. "I will make sure he doesn't hurt you." He then adds.

You would let out a sigh before nodding, "Okay."

You stood up, finishing off the glass of champagne that you poured. "Is he already in the room?" You questioned, and Toji just nod.

You would let out a nervous sigh before going towards the door, "You should handle that also," you motioned to his obvious boner.

"If you come back soon, you can." Toji bluntly said.

"In your dreams Fushiguro," you said as you left the room. You walked further down the hall after grabbing another bottle of champagne and a bucket of ice. But this time, you didn't put ice in the bucket. It was utterly pointless if you weren't going to be in that room long. You stopped seeing a man standing outside, his face buried into his phone. When he saw you, he fixed the glasses he wore before speaking, "You're looking for a little black book. It'll have a bunch of numbers and names in them." He whispered.

You would nod at him and push open the door. When you walked in, you respectfully bowed at the man. Placing the champagne on the table, you instantly poured two glasses. You were glancing up above you to see if the cameras were off, and they were. You could feel your stomach turn into knots as you turned to face the man. It was a man around your age. He was already slurring his words. He really couldn't handle his alcohol. You would pick up a glass of champagne and begin to dance. With your free hand caressing your body seductively, the man stared at you in his drunken state as if he was in love. As you turned around to let the man get a perfect view of your ass, you would sooner sit on his lap. Your hips were moving in a circular motion as you grind against him. His hands went to grab hold of your waist, but you pushed his hand away, "Not until you finish this." You held up the glass.

You could hear him drunkenly chuckle before snatching the glass out of your hand. He finished the drink with swiftness. You could feel his wet kisses on your back, causing you to scrunch up your face in disgust. "I'm about to show you the best night ever. I have never been with a black foreigner before." His words trailed off, slurring bit by bit.

You opened your mouth to respond, but you felt a significant weight on your back. He was out. You would lean back, causing him to sit back also, you stood up, and your hands begin searching. As you opened his suit jacket, you explored the jacket. Your hands were feeling on the thick book inside the pockets. Pulling it out slowly from his coat, you flipped through the book seeing numbers and names. You would fix the guy's jacket and then walk over to the bucket meant for ice. You dropped the book in the bucket, taking the other glass of champagne. You dumped half of it on your torso and legs. You would leave the room and see that Nanami was still there, but some other men and dancers were in the hall. Most likely finishing off the steamy session in the rooms.

"Urgh! That asshole couldn't even handle his alcohol. He fucking puked on me!" You yelled out loud. Nanami would stare in confusion as you shoved the bucket in his hand. "He fucking passed out before I could do anything," you yelled as you would walk down the hall, gaining stares due to your outburst, purposely knocking stuff down in your fake tantrum.

As you walked out of the section where the private rooms were, Kiko seemed to be dashing at you to stop your outburst. "[Y/N], how about you call it a night? You're disturbing other dancers and clients." She said through gritted teeth.

You rolled your eyes, "One of these assholes puked on me. A real man knows how to handle his alcohol!" You yelled before twirling around towards the dressing room.

When you peeked through the doors to make sure it was empty. You quickly wiped the champagne off of you and slide on some sweatpants and a tank top. You stuffed your things into your purse before exiting the dressing room. You would say your farewells to passing dancers and leave the club. You weren't the best actress, but it was something just to make your story believable.

When you finally inhaled the crisp Japan air, you could feel the adrenaline hit you. You stole something from another yakuza member. You had to get away from here. You would walk down the street trying to process everything that happened. Hopefully, what you grabbed was the thing they needed. It was the only thing in his pockets other than his wallet and car keys. As you were walking, you felt a car pull up to you. When you saw the tinted windows rolled down, you saw Nanami.

"Get in." He said.

You would do as you were told, climbing into the car and buckling your seatbelt. The car ride was as quiet as a mouse. He wasn't as talkative as the other two you saw. You assumed that Nanami probably was letting you process what just happened. To him, it wasn't new when someone new connected to the yakuza had to do something out of their comfort zone. You noticed that you two had passed the turn towards your house.

"Where we're going?" You asked, your head leaning against the window.

"Toji's."

You were quiet, not knowing what to say as you just sat back enjoying the ride. "Was that the right book?" You questioned.

"Yes," Nanami answered,

"Okay." You said, at least you did the right thing and it didn't go bad.

"You know, you'll get used to doing bad things. Toji assigned me to kill a man in Germany for my first task," He said to you.

"I know, but it just feels like I'm in a weird-ass dream. Didn't expect to use my sex appeal to steal from dangerous men," You said out loud letting out a sigh.

Nanami was quiet. His fingers were on the steering wheel as he stopped at a red light, the two of them were just five minutes away from Toji's gated mansion. He summoned everyone to be there after the task was complete. Nanami being the last one of course, due to him waiting for you.

"It was quite dumb for them to have such an important book at a club. Then make the one that can't handle alcohol hold on to it." You said.

"Exactly, since we're sure he's not even going to remember even getting a dance with you. Considering no one knew he was getting a lap dance. Then it's no camera proof. They'll most likely assume he lost it." Nanami explained. "Which will come with a punishment."

You once again felt those knots returning in your stomach. You didn't expect your actions of stealing something that wasn't yours could lead to someone else being hurt. However, Nanami did tell you that you'll get used to doing bad things. It wasn't particular to you, but you had to do what would clear up your debt. "What's in this book anyway?" You questioned

"Toji will explain it to you," Nanami answered. He would roll down his window, typing in the four-digit code for the gate. He, Geto, and Gojo were the only ones that knew the code to the gate. Everyone else had to be buzzed in. When Nanami pulled into the gated area, your eyes lit up seeing the beautiful mansion.

Nanami parked the car. He grabbed the book, and you only followed him like a clueless puppy. Your bag is on your shoulder as you wait outside the door. The loud doorbell could be heard as the door flung open, seeing Gojo. He would give the two of you a huge smile. "Nanami! [Y/N]" lunging forward to hug you, Nanami stepped out of the way.

"Don't touch me." He said as he pushed himself through the doorway with the book.

Gojo rolled his eyes, his arms snaking around your shoulder as he led you into Toji's house. "You smell like champagne," he said, looking down at you.

"Yeah, I know." You said, "You think he'll let me shower here?" You asked.

"It's Toji. He'll let you do anything," Gojo answered as he led you further into the house.

Your eyes were taking in the high-rise mansion. The conscientious colonial-styled mansion was stunning. You had to mentally admit that the man had style when it came to decorating the place. Gojo would disconnect from you to plop down into the charcoal-colored couch in the living room. You took it upon yourself to find Toji since he wasn't in the living room with the others. You would walk upstairs, searching. As you stopped at what seemed to be a baby's room, Toji was leaned over the crib tucking the baby in.

When he saw you at the door frame, he gave you a small smile. Grabbing hold of the little white baby monitor device, he would shut the door just a little so no one won't wake up Megumi. "See, you got the task done." He said.

"I did, but can I please take a shower. I smell like alcohol, and the guy drooled on my back," You said, staring at the man. You noticed that he had taken off the tie he once wore tonight, and his white button-down shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest. You couldn't help but stare, which those actions gave Toji an ego stroke.

"Megumi puked on my shirt." He said as he would motion for you to follow him. You would follow behind him, "You can settle in this room. I have been preparing it for days. It has its own bathroom, walk-in closet..." Toji explained.

"Excuse me?" You questioned, your eyebrows raised in confusion.

"You didn't think I was going to let you back into living in that apartment of yours, did you?" He questioned.

"I mean, yeah."

"[Y/N], consider yourself an unofficial member of my branch. We have to monitor you closely," he said. "A lot of men in this branch still don't trust you, despite you about to be the reason we're going to be expanding our cash flow beyond Japan." He explained.

"Do I have a say in this?" You asked.

"No, but I would love to hear your feedback."

"Am I the only one that lives here?" You questioned, "as in an unofficial member," you did air quotes.

"Currently, yes. This is my residency. Sometimes when Gojo is too drunk to drive home, he'll crash here also." Toji explained.

"What about my stuff at my place?" You questioned.

"I'll send someone to pack it up and move it here. It's no big deal. I'll even buy you brand new stuff if you want." Toji said.

"Why does it feel like I'm never going to pay you back if you keep doing this?" You questioned, your arms crossed over your chest.

"Believe me. You're paying me back. Now go shower, get some rest; it's food downstairs. You did a good job tonight."

"Yes, sir!" You said as you stood at attention and saluted him.

He chuckles, "Please don't call me that unless you want me to drag you in my bedroom."

"Please, don't tease me like that." You say as a finger poked at his shoulder. You turned around to go towards your room. You could feel the man staring at you as you walked away.

You were officially intertwined in yakuza duties. It felt so unreal, but as you stripped out of your clothes, you knew that this was only the start of it.

A start of a dangerous lifestyle with Toji Fushiguro.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x black reader #anime x reader #x black reader #black reader #char: toji fushiguro #series: debt

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mercurypilgrim · 2 years

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Doc/Jedi Knight

8/10

I'm in the apparent minority that likes Doc, so I was always going to be in favour of Doc/JK.

I'm a sucker for the 'playboy with a heart of gold' trope, so it's no surprise really

A relationship build of bickering and banter?

Top tier

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My JK/Doc

"And then Kira said that she doesn't like guys with facial hair! That disrespects the moustache!"

Beryon chuckled, taking a swig of his beer.

The Jedi was a decent drinking buddy and a better friend, once Doc had gotten to know him.

Coarse, grumpy and prone to bouts of touchy sarcasm, Beryon V'lante was an acquired taste that Doc knew most people never acquired.

"Well, I for one think it's a glorious moustache." The Jedi assured him, and Doc waved his beer in the air as he gestured.

"Thank you! Wait-" He narrowed his eyes. "You can't even see it!"

The miraluka started to laugh, and Doc took a grumpy drink.

"I can sense it's majesty in the Force," the Jedi assured him, teasing. He wiggled his fingers in the air while he said it.

When he'd stopped laughing, he shrugged.

"Besides, I've kissed enough men to know that a moustache is the least weird thing you can come across."

Doc knew Beryon didn't adhere to the Jedi rule of 'please try and be celibate', and he couldn't help but wonder about that.

"Kisses with beards can be fun, anyway." He waved a hand. "Don't listen to Kira."

Doc had no intention of listening to Kira, not on this particular subject anyway.

Still, it might have even been the beer, but now he was curious.

"What's it like, then?" He asked, cracking open another bottle. "Kissing someone with a beard, I mean."

The Jedi looked surprised at his question.

"Well, I dunno how to describe it, really? Prickly?"

Doc frowned.

"That doesn't sound nice at all."

Beryon hummed.

"It's not bad, I just can't explain why it isn't." He admitted, amused. He ran a hand over his own stubbled jaw.

He gave Doc a wicked grin.

"I don't have anything like your impressive moustache, but I don't mind being a test subject." He offered, and Doc stared.

Beryon wasn't unattractive by any means, he was rugged and tanned from long hours in the sun, compact and solidly built under his robes and armour. Kira had been right when she'd said she could bounce a credit chip off his ass and into orbit, and Doc wasn't so insecure in his sexuality to pretend he didn't agree.

But-

Well.

Beryon was a guy, and Doc wasn't into guys.

He was very much into women of all types, shapes and sizes.

Not guys.

But then- that meant that it was just for curiosity. It didn't mean anything.

Because he wasn't into guys.

He shrugged, putting on an air on nonchalance.

"Yeah, alright."

It was Beryon's turn to look sceptical, but to his credit it didn't last long.

The Jedi set his beer down and walked over to where Doc was sprawled on the sofa. Had his boots always been so loud?

He sat down on the other seat, gently guiding Doc's chin to where he wanted him, leaving plenty of time for Doc to speak up if he'd changed his mind.

It felt weird.

Doc was used to doing the guiding.

Beryon gave him a boyish, lopsided grin, and leaned in to kiss him.

He was warm, that was normal.

His mouth was more firm than Doc was used to, and the scent of leather and simple soap reached his nose.

He tasted like the beer they'd been drinking, and as Beryon kissed him and he tentatively kissed back, he felt the prickle of his stubble.

It felt strange, but not bad.

He kissed back, curious about the sensation.

The angle was uncomfortable so, acting on instinct, he set two hands on his companion's hips and pulled him onto his lap.

Beryon straddled him, only breaking apart for breath.

Eventually, they pulled away, panting.

Oh.

That, Doc realised, had gotten rather out of hand.

Beryon was straddling him, a warm, heavy weight and Doc was now hyper aware of just how little fabric there was between them.

The feelings were pleasant and familiar, but their subject was very different to his usual.

Beryon, seemingly also affected by the unexpected turn, shifted.

Doc bit off a curse.

"So," the Jedi began, and his mouth was kiss bitten pink. "I guess you didn't mind so much?"

Doc swallowed, hands awkwardly on his friends waist.

"It was okay," he managed weakly, "Now I know, right?"

Beryon grinned at him.

"If you ever get curious again, you know where to find me." He murmured, and Doc's belly clenched.

Oh.

He got the feeling he wouldn't be able to get out of whatever this was any time soon.

#swtor #Jedi Knight #Doc #Jedi Knight/Doc #Beryon V'lante #ask meme

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toms-order · 5 years

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Never Say Never

Part Ten

Mob! Dad! Tom x Reader

Moodboard by @beautiful-holland

Warnings: angst, mentions death

Summary: What happens when a one night stand turns into something more? What happens when the most powerful mobster in London becomes a Dad?

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven part eight, part nine part ten part eleven

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If you were honest with yourself you thought you'd never come back. You thought you had finally left this place behind. The place where you grew up. Where you did all of your firsts. The place that once felt like home. Until your parents died and it all came crashing down on you. Soon enough the place you called home wasn't anymore.

You fled, without telling anyone where you were going. Truth was, you didn't know where you are going. You just had to leave the place full of sad memories. You swore you'd never go back, but when you found out about Tom, there wasn't a place you wanted to be more. You ran from your problems once again. But this time you had no choice. Tom didn't give you a choice. You couldn't stand to be with a man as cruel as he is. You couldn't have your daughter be around someone like him. Home seemed like a good place to start for her.

You landed in a nearby city almost an hour ago. Harrison had rented out a car. You guys have to drive the rest of the way. He was now stuffing our belongings in the trunk while you sat in the passenger seat. You could see how much stress he was under by looking at his face. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead on his sleeve and checking his watch for the time.

“Why did we land here, instead of my home?” You asked as Harrison shut the trunk, getting in the car.

He looked at you, his eyes droopy from the lack of sleep. “You can’t trust anyone nowadays. I didn’t want the pilot to know where we were actually going.” He explained.

You just nodded. You didn’t understand the life Tom and Harrison live. He started the car, driving off to your destination.

You knew being with Harrison was dangerous. You hadn't forgot that he is also apart of Tom's mob. You had no idea what that meant, what his status was and why he's suddenly not with Tom anymore. The truth was you were afraid to ask. You trusted Harrison, surprisingly. He was the only one to tell you the truth.

"How long till we get there?" You asked, a hand placed on your belly.

Harrison sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead once again. "Soon."

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Tom felt numb. He felt like his whole world was spinning and he couldn't stop it. He felt like he would shatter if someone were to touch him. He was panicking, he knew that. He told his mom you were being protected somewhere else. He lied to his mom. He lied to the only woman who was always by his side because he couldn't stand the thought of her being disappointed in him. He was disappointed in himself. How could he let all that fear take over? He became the exact thing he tried so hard not to be, his father.

Tom ran his fingers over his messy hair. "Alliances?"

He sat at the head of the table. His family sat beside him, discussing how to do this properly.

"The American mob is flying over as we speak." His mother reassured him.

She can see how nervous he was as well as how much stress he's under. He looks like he's barley shut an eye. Truth was she was worried about her son, she knew that he was beating himself up over everything that has happened. But she thought it wasn't his fault, she thought he had no control over this.

"What's the plan with Barnes. We can't just barge in guns blazing, as cool as that sounds." Sam spoke up.

He had a point. It was gonna be way harder than Tom ever thought.

"I don't know about you but I don't feel like watching men die today." Harry said.

Tom wished this war wouldn't end in death. But he wasn't naive. He knew all wars end in death. There wasn't a way out of it.

"The only man I wanna watch die is Barnes himself." Tom spoke sharply. Saying his name left a bitter taste in his mouth. He hated him. He hated himself. Tom just wanted him dead. He wanted this whole thing behind him. It was the biggest mistake of his life and he wanted it over. He just wanted his family back.

"Then how are we gonna do it?" Sam spoke, looking straight into the tired eyes of his older brother.

"I have a plan." Tom smirked.

Through all the dark thoughts Tom has had, he did think about how to get his family back. He thought about how he would kill Barnes. He thought about what he would do to him. He knew exactly what to do.

"Care to share?" Harry tilted his head at Tom.

"We need Harrison." Once the words left Tom's mouth you could hear a pin drop in the room.

He had informed everyone of what he had done. Of what Tom had to do. No one took it well.

"No way in hell." Tom's mother cursed. Her eyes held anger. She couldn't believe it at first, but now all she left was hatred towards the boy she once called a son.

Tom shook his head at his mother. "I know you're angry mum. So am I, but we need him if this plan is going to work."

She clenched her jaw, looking away from her son. She didn't wanna admit it, but Harrison's betrayal hurt a lot more than it should've. It felt like her own son had betrayed her. She felt like she was getting played by someone who she trusted with her life.

"And how do you know he would even agree?" Harry asked.

Tom bit the inside of his cheek, looking back at his distressed family. "If he wants his sister back, he would."

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Getting pregnant you knew that your body was gonna change a lot. You knew your tummy was gonna grow, you knew your boobs were gonna grow, you knew your back was gonna hurt, but one thing you least expected was how much your feet were gonna hurt. You knew about pregnant women having swollen feet, you were prepared to have your feet hurt more than usual, but you weren't prepared for how constantly they ache and how swollen they actually got. No medication in the world can stop the pain you were currently going through. You had stood up too much throughout the day despite the long plane ride. You were supposed to be in bed resting the whole day, but due to circumstances you had to be on your feet, moving.

You were reclined back, your bare feet up on the dashboard as Harrison drove through the dark streets. Your feet looks swollen as hell and was not a pretty sight to look at. You tried to get some sleep but failed, you were never one who could fall asleep in a car. You could tell Harrison was tired. His eyes were droopy and he looked lost.

"I could drive you know." You spoke up, gaining Harrisons attention.

Harrison immediately shook his head at you. "No. It's not like I'm gonna get some sleep anyways."

"Why?" You asked softly.

He glanced at you before looking back at the road. "Why what?"

"Why are you helping me right now? Why did you tell me the truth?" You asked the question that's been on your mind for awhile.

Harrison clenched his jaw. "There's a lot you don't know Y/N."

"Like what"

Harrison sighed, shaking his head. "If you knew all of it you wouldn't be in this car with me.

His words sent shivers down your spine. You felt scared, but most of all you just wanted to know the truth. You were tired of being lied to, you were tired of being looked at like you were gonna break at any moment.

"I'm sick of being lied to Harrison." You snapped. "I just wanna know the truth."

Harrison kept glancing over at you, a hesitant look in his eyes. He wanted to tell you everything, but he was scared of the outcome.

"If I tell you the truth." He paused. "You have to hear all of it. You can't stop listening because you don't like what your hearing. You have to hear it all.

You hesitated. Did you really wanna know it all? Could you handle knowing everything?

You thought about it for a moment. Until you finally thought: fuck it.

"I'll listen." You promised.

Harrison nodded, before gently stopping at the side of the road.

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The room was dimly lit. The only light was coming from the moon shining through the windows in the room. The only sound was Barnes pouring himself a drink. He lit a cigar, placing it between his lips as he waited. A few minutes after, the phone rang.

He smirked taking his cigar from his lips, setting it in the ashtray before grabbing the phone beside him.

"Hello." He said, his voice rough.

"My pilot just dropped them off sir." A man's voice spoke from the other end.

"Excellent. Did they suspect anything?"

"Not that we know of. They just rented a car. I'm afraid we don't know where their going to next."

Barnes chuckled, taking a sip from his cup of alcohol. "Don't worry about that. I can take it from here. Thanks for the information."

"No problem, happy to help a friend." The man laughed.

Barnes smiled bitterly. "Take care now."

"Actually sir, I was wondering why the interest?"

"They owe me something." That was all he had to say about it.

"Ah. I see. Well it was a pleasure Barnes."

"Thanks again." And with that he hung up the phone.

He leaned back in the chair, a smirk on his face. He couldn't wait for what was about to come.

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Kira (14)

CHAPTER 14: Even The Devil Has A Heart

Loki x fem!Reader (Kira)

Series: Will contain fluff, smut, bloodshed, violence, anxiety, tears and the cries of my wilted soul.

Chapter content: I said there will be everything in this series, didn’t I

Warnings: yeah...brace yourselves. Just don’t curse me ‘cause I’m already a little cursed on the inside

Word count: My brothers and sister have been keeping me busy these past few days. So it has been nice as well as exhausting. I have changed my office for a few days. It’s...cool. Yeah, I mean for now, yeah. And I really need a drink. Hopefully this weekend.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

Ygritte has laid out the table for dinner. Loki's favourites wait for him. All things light. Soups and salads fit for a king. A bowl of glass noodles rests in the centre of the table. That one has been made specifically for Kira. It hasn't been often that she has told Ygritte what she prefers but when she did not stop complimenting the ramen Ygritte had made for her once, she made sure to keep something pan-Asian for her favourite kid on the table. To go with the food, fresh beer and iced tea in three flavours wait in glass jugs, making the woman proud of her arrangements. Content with the table, she goes to Loki and Kira's rooms to ready them before they arrive, turning on the geysers and lighting up a scented candle to help them ease them into sleep after the long journey. Of course, it wouldn't be easy ever since the incident with Robert, but she has to do everything in her power to make sure they rest well and have enough energy the next day to go to war with that cursed creature that did this to her fine boy.

With every last bit done and dusted in both rooms, she finally moves out to the hall to hear the same scratching noise echo through that she heard two hours ago. All she can do is sigh and walk towards the front door to find Fenrir whining and carving new patterns in the wood of the door.

"Fenrir! Stop ruining the door. They'll be here when they're here."

Fenrir outrightly ignores every word Ygritte says, carrying on with his mission of wood destruction.

"Do you really want your father to put you in time out?"

Now that seems to catch the wolf's ears as he puts his paws down, looks at the door, looks up at Ygritte, looks back at the door, scoffs and walks towards the back to go to the lounge, stops midway as his ears catch a moment, comes back in two huge steps and skids to a halt just as the lights from the SUV light up the walls in the entrance.

The door barely opens when Fenrir is lunging towards Loki, catching him in his own style of hug, licking him clean.

"Yes, yes! I missed you too. Now get off before I throw you out," Loki declares, hugging his wolf and petting him.

"Welcome back, Master Loki."

"Thank you, Ygritte."

Ygritte looks behind him to watch Heimdall standing and judging the wolf, who clearly isn't happy to see the Watcher either.

"Master Loki, where's Miss Kira?"

"She's coming home with Kol."

Ygritte smiles in acknowledgement, stepping aside to let the men in, looking at the night outside. The skies have gathered thunder clouds in a matter of minutes and the wind chimes around the estate are going off at every strong gust teasing them, alerting the grounds of the storm that is about to come. Even though she trusts what Loki says, her heart seems to be feeling a nauseating feeling, forcing her to close the door till about three inches are left, letting the soft lights from the driveway form a straight beam into the entrance hall. Doing that, she walks away to carry on with her work.

Heimdall notices this. When their ancestors had gone through the biblical famines in old history, a group of men had sought to find anything their families could live on. The women and children were left in protected shelters, where the women took to intricate- and impressive- measures to protect them and their children from the cold and the predators. But in order to let their men know they were alive and it was safe to enter the shelter, they would keep the entrance open with the fire on- the fire having to be fed after considerate intervals. And so began a tradition. Later on in the wars, the men and women would leave at least one door open when their partner was out and it was truly unknown if they would return. Heimdall can feel the same patience and anxiousness in Ygritte's actions. When he watches her leave, he turns on the porch light and walks away to his observatory.

Too loud.

Your heartbeat is too loud for you to make out anything that is going on around you.

Breathe.

Breathe, Kira, breathe.

Deep long breaths help a little, calming those thumping beats enough to make sense of the sounds around you. The sounds outside the walls where you've been kept sound thin. Heavy vehicles seem to hum around the huge hollow building. The walls and floor are cold and it smells like the outskirts of the city- the pungent smell of sulphur in the air too familiar to be breathed in this long; the only relief being the periodic wind forcing its way through whatever hole that you cannot see, bringing with it four seconds of freshness and the smell of rain.

Where the fuck am I?

From what you can recall, after being literally clad in darkness, you were forced up into a vehicle and brought to the outskirts on quite the bumpy road. The henchmen surrounding you had been hard at work, ignoring your anxious muffled cries yet keeping you in place whenever you tried to struggle with the zip ties keeping your hands tied in front.

There had been too much commotion wherever the vehicle had stopped. Sounds of heavy metal being thrown on thick concrete, wooden crates being opened, cries of moving the 'packages' away in local languages. The black fabric was no help in letting you make out the figures under the orange lights walking around the premise. You, amongst all the noise, were forced by your arm inside a building, the door- or whatever ominous frame closes with a metallic clang- shut behind you.

So, here you are, after taking careful steps towards the wall in God-knows-what direction, sitting on the cold floor, your hands limp inside your lap, your body realising the tiredness after the rush, your brain going into a shutdown.

What did I do to deserve this? Your sore muscles and bleeding scratches ask you.

You fell for the wrong man, a voice inside your head whispers. You try not to ignore it but it's like a demon attached to your back whose presence is heavy even though it's invisible.

The solitary confinement does give you a minute to gather yourself, mentally. How long have I gone missing? Someone ought to look for me, right?

You feel your body slide down the wall a little more, the cold touch of the wall on your neck dissipating the hotness gathering there. And before you know it, the basic instincts take over, instantly putting you to sleep.

You don't know how long it's been when you jerk at the clang of the door opening- five minutes, ten, an hour, the concept of time is not even a question anymore- and the sounds of multiple footsteps proceeding towards you.

You think it's bad to not know who these people are that are approaching you while keeping you in complete darkness till the footsteps stop a few feet away and no amount of concentration can help you concur what exactly is going on in this situation. And the accelerated thumping of your veins does not help.

You do not notice when your knees came up and close to your chest to wrap you in an invisible protective shield against the strangers in the room. But just as that happens, a lone pair of footsteps walk towards you, their echo a prick inside your just woken up brain. A low grunt follows the touch of strong arms grasping onto yours and picking you up without much effort before nearly dragging you away from the corner to stop dead somewhere; not before you find yourself bumping into what seems like a table. The same set of hands that brought you here undo the complex clasp at the back to take away the black fabric from over your head to reveal the gentle hollow eyes of Billy Russo smiling at you three feet away.

"I owe you my sincerest apologies for the way over the top charades to get you here. Though I'm not really sure if you'd have come with me if I'd asked you to."

You rub the bruises on your wrists where the ties were a minute ago, flashing a judgmental look at Billy for the comment he makes.

"You shot Robert."

"Well, I wasn't planning to," Billy states with a simple shrug and tilts his head at you with the look of sympathy in his eyes that is inciting all the wrong emotions inside you.

"Oh, so, you wanted me dead." The sharpness of your voice seems to add weight to the betrayal you're feeling right now.

Billy narrows his eyes in contemplation. "No, not really. No. I just wanted to-" he takes one step closer to you, visibly surprised when you don't flinch even a bit- "let the fact graze past your boss that I could've taken your life if I wanted to. Really simple strategy. Don't blame me for Robert tryna' be a hero, sweetheart."

The disgust your belly feels at his addressal leaves a sour taste in your mouth. "His security is tighter than before. I really don't get how you plan on getting past that and for what reason. Just because he didn't a business deal with you, Russo?"

"Aw, we'd just started on the first name basis!" He exclaims, taking another step towards you- forcing you to move back and away from him and his deceiving face. "And come on! You're smarter than you show the world, Kira. You know how a sturdy castle can crumble with the right blow at the right spot. It just so happens that you are the right spot when it comes to Loki Odinson, the Messiah of the third world countries!"

The distance is closed again. You do not hesitate to step back. "I'm just his assis-"

"Enough." His voice is low but the tremble it sends through the hollow building makes you second guess that slight smear of courage inside your heart. "I'm tired of hearing it. How aren't you? Have you seen the way that orphan looks at you? Like someone looks at their precious pet. Admiring them, showcasing them to the world and feeling proud when others stand in awe of their cute little slave-"

"You're going too far-"

"Glaring at the people with the stare of most violent death to anyone who looks at their pet with an intention they deem inappropriate. I mean-" he steps towards you, forcing you into the wall at the back- "I know he's killed me at least ten times in his mind since I've met you."

The perfect white smile is ominous at best, chilling your insides. His dark eyes gazing you with a haunted lust add to the dread.

"He does not-" you graze away his fingers trying to play with your stray hair- "like me. If that's what you're implying."

"Mm-hmm," Billy hums, not at all fazed by your hands trying to keep his away from you, "then how do you explain him not signing the deal with me? Hmm? Last I heard he and Solaris were this close to closing it on my name. Why does. A man. With such a powerful sway. Let his assistant make decisions for him?"

"Wha-"

"I know it was you who stopped him from closing on Anvil Corp, Kira."

The words should not hit as hard as they do in your gut but the shade of malice swimming in Billy's eyes seems to take control, wanting to reduce you to nothing. "I know you were the one who swung the deal from the Adachis in your favour."

"I had nothing t-"

"You had everything to do with this, Kira!" He shouts, failing his hands as he does a frustrated three-sixty. "Everything!"

"You had to go and be all sweet to their daughter, be the nicest person on the planet with them. The bonus? You and Loki being all heart-eyes in each other's presence. Ugh!"

He comes back to put his arms on the wall around you, trapping you in without so much as a window for a thought to escape. "You ruined our entire plan."

You want to be diffused into the wall for it sounds better than feeling the microscopic jolts of uneasiness from his stare lingering over your skin and hot breaths trying to tease your existence into withering away.

"And to think I nearly started questioning my motives in seducing you." His thumb grazes your jaw. His fingers plant themselves on your neck before you feel the force in his hand mercilessly turning your face to look at him while he presses himself against you. "I nearly started to think of you, Kira. I started to dream what it would be like to take you home. To wonder what it would be like to tie your hands and bend you on my table, ripping off your clothes one by one and fucking you till I made you cry. Ohhh...to force my cock in your mouth till you licked my orgasm clean. You really did a number on me, Kira."

The restraints are crumbling to the last bits when you feel his erection grinding against you. That's it. You cannot take it anymore.

"I'd rather die than let you fuck me," you hiss through your teeth.

Billy's eyes go wide. His face blank. Laughter roars through the room followed by his hand slapping the wall.

"Oh you never cease to amaze me, do you?"

Billy bites his lips through the smile still lingering on them. One hand goes away from the wall to gesture at the two men clad in black camo to walk away. And they do. Leaving you alone with this scum.

"You'd rather die than fuck me, hmm?" He whispers into your ear, inhaling the scent of fear coming out from you before kissing your forehead tenderly.

Your fists try to drive his chest away but his hand takes your wrists in them, letting his perfectly manicured nails dig into your skin to remind you of the dormant pain still lingering in there. The other hand has found its way into your trousers, fingers entering your folds to watching you grit your teeth and feel your muscles clench in rebellion at his touch.

"Ah!" He whispers, "let's see how you call upon death to get you out of this."

It is a split-second decision through the pain to find your knee making an impact with his balls, bringing him down groaning and pushing him back as his grip loosens on you. "You are a psychopath! No wonder your own mother hates you so much," your lungs shout.

The mention of his mother breaks something inside him; like a vial of toxins crushed under pressure to let them mingle in with the rest of the solution.

Even as you try in vain to run towards the door, he is catching you by the waist to throw you at the table.

All you can see is red in his eyes when you get up. All you see is the face of a mad man before his fist makes an impact with the side of your face.

"Aaah! It's so good to be back home!"

"Tell me about it."

"Friday! Put on something soothing, please. And get the fire started."

The hall livens up with soft jazz music as Pepper cocks her brow at the crackle of a fire in her fireplace before turning to Tony.

"Wow," she mentions, wetting her lips, "for someone who hosted a freaking convention, you seem not tired at all."

"No, you hosted the convention," Tony asserts as he fills two glass with champagne, "I just popped by to say hi to all the people I invited."

"Right," Pepper nods smirks, taking her glass from Tony and waiting for him to settle down next to her. Tony scooches as close to her as possible before putting his arm around the headrest of the couch and clinking his glass with hers.

"To Miss Potts and her work in making this expo the most successful thing yet." Tony smiles with his eyes.

"Why thank you, Mr Stark," Pepper mentions before raising her glass a little, "to Stark Industries. For having the most generous man running the company with the happiest employees."

Pepper rests her head on Tony's arm, making him smile his softest smile. He lets his arm embrace her, his fingers making patterns on her sleeve.

"So, Miss Potts," Tony coos into Pepper's ears, "are you dead tired or do you have enough energy for an entertaining shower?"

Pepper bites her lips to restrain the giggle. "Oh, I don't know Mr Stark. Are you really up for a round or do you plan on passing out midway to the bathroom like last time?"

"Ooh! Cocky much! You do have the energy."

Pepper giggles, giving Tony a long kiss on his lips.

"How about you turn on your favourite playlist while I warm up the water for you, Miss Potts."

"I'd like that very much, Mr Stark."

Giving another peck on his cheek, Pepper gets up to go towards the music system, undoing her hair bun on the way while Tony collects the champagne glasses to get up and walk towards the bathroom.

"Fri-"

The words leave Pepper midway as she watches the screen in front of her, her eyes squinting in the gesture of finding out what exactly she was seeing. Two seconds later the very same blue eyes are going wide with a low gasp escaping her lungs.

"Oh, my G-TONY!"

The hot pressured water eases the muscles in Loki's back, lightly scarring the already decorated skin. Everything except his head gets this torture. The heat is turned off to be followed by the cold current that numbs his skull before disappearing at the turn of the handle. Towel wrapped around his waist, Loki walks out to the ring of his phone on the bed, his heartbeat quickening at the thought of watching your name on the screen, only to be disappointed to find the exact opposite energy calling him.

Loki accepts the call and puts it on the speaker at the very same moment Heimdall opens the door to his room.

"Stark," Loki greets the man, making Heimdall pause midway, preventing him from speaking.

"Where is she?"

Loki's heard Tony enough time to let his ears know which emotion Tony is pouring at that moment. And the amount of poisonous rage bubbling on speakerphone has been heard only once before- a time neither of them talks about. The voice carries rage and frustration. Not to mention a hidden pain that would drown thousands at any moment if Loki does not answer it correctly. The question, by this time, can only meant to be directed towards you. But how does Tony know about you so quickly? Has the news already been informed?

"Kira's fine. She's on her way home from her examina-"

"She is NOT fine, Loki!"

"Tony she's f-"

"Her heart rates' high, Loki! Her vitals are worse and her blood pressure is all kinds of abnormal!"

The confusion hits before the surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"YOU SON OF A-"

Loki can hear Pepper's voice trying to calm Tony down to retain an ounce of common sense to talk to him in a language that makes sense.

"Loki," Tony comes back, this time one breath cooler, "Kira is not fine right now. I just got an alert about her being in an emergency. So, tell me where she is."

The restraint in his voice is loud and clear. Loud enough to tell anyone listening that he would come out of the speakerphone and strangle someone right this very moment.

"Her phone's off. I can't locate her."

Loki turns around to find Heimdall looking down at his golden crystal balls and phone in either hand, suddenly clicking a switch inside Loki.

"The pendant I gave her," Tony calls out from the phone, "it has a beacon. But it'll take me two minutes to activate it. You guys better hurry because her vitals are not looking good."

"I'm on it," Heimdall states before turning to Loki, "you stay here in case-Loki? Loki?!"

All sounds feel like one streak of white noise being drowned out by shallow breaths increasing with every passing moment. The legs are on the edge of giving way any second while the neck burns like a firepit from hell, sweating and steaming away the stray water on the skin.

"Ygritte!" Heimdall shouts out for the woman before coming back to Loki, "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay. She'll be fine. Hey. Hey! Look at me! Look. At. Me. Kira will be fine. I'll bring her back. Okay?"

Loki, breathless on the floor by this moment nods halfway, pushing away Heimdall's hands from his arms, gesturing him to be out of the room.

"Loki..."

Tony calls out for the man- no poison this time.

This voice, Loki doesn't like.

"Stark," Loki's trying to breathe through his airless aching lungs, "Stark lis-listen-"

"I'm not going anywhere till you find yourself. Breathe before you speak. I can't hear you through your wheezing anyway."

Loki hates the voice that reminds of the father he did not have.

The handkerchief cleans up the blood sticking over the lean fingers in multiple strokes, having to make a little extra effort to get the fabric to wipe away the piece of skin caught under the nails; not to mention the dried blood resting in between the foreskin and those recently manicured pieces of french art. It really is a task. How did he ever make it through those old army days without caring for the perfection that was him is really surprising for Billy. The handkerchief is folded to bring the clean side over and wipe off the blood dripping from wounds made down his throat. A curse leaves his lips to having found his flawless skin marred by a lowely woman.

"The car is ready, sir."

Billy looks up at the soldier he has hired for a few green bucks, scoffing and smirking at him before throwing the handkerchief. "Clear the area. Leave that trash."

The soldier walks away along with five other men, leaving Billy to turn to the unconscious figure lying on the ground in its own blood.

He sits down next to it, takes out a little wildflower from his jacket pocket and puts it beside the hand that flinches a little at the closeness of the man.

"It’s a shame really. You choosing death, I mean. We really could’ve had it all if you wanted, Kira."

He tilts his head and sighs before giving a farewell smile.

"Because death was still going to knock on your door later."

Getting up with one long look, etching his artwork in his mind, he walks away with a giddy tune being whistled on his lips, leaving you on the edge of eternal unconsciousness, the violent pain waiting to tip you over any moment.

Second-last chapter of Kira

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Torn

Fandom: Jojolion

Summary: Yasuho’s life is tearing at the seams. The volatile Rokakaka trade is catching up to them and when Josuke unravels, Yasuho is pushed to her limit. She’s left more vulnerable than ever as she struggles to protect two men who barely know her.

This a story in which the protected must become the protector.

Chapter 4

"Fuck!"

Josuke fell with a grunt, tasting all the gravel that hadn't lodged itself into the skin of his face, arms, and knees when he fell gracelessly into the bushes.

Following Yasuho had been a snap decision.

His lungs burned, his feet hurt, and his heart was freaking out.

In all honesty, he hadn't planned on leaving the Higashikata estate. But his gut made him go after her, slippers and all. Yasuho's face was seared into his mind.

The hurt in her eyes..

Why wouldn't she tell him what was going on?

He'd fix it no matter what it was.

Why couldn't she just trust him..

Josuke huffed, trying to regain all the oxygen he'd let slip away during his pursuit. He had sprinted with a reckless abandon, causing a ruckus as he almost ran into a bewildered drunkard. The man had wanted a fight, but Josuke hadn't the time.There were more important pursuits he was after.

Yasuho was keeping something from him.

Ignoring the pain, he hoisted himself back onto his feet, looking around to gauge his new surroundings. He stepped out of the bushes of what looked like a small a park and onto the sidewalk. This prefecture was more populated than the suburban area of the estate. The Multi-story buildings told him that he had reached the downtown area at the heart of Morioh. Neon lights blared offensively, bringing attention to a wide variety of shops. More than a few shady characters weaved in and out of questionable establishments with storefront windows displaying whips and an array of strange contraptions.

Oh, no. The bus!

Josuke nearly gave himself whiplash as he searched for where the bus had turned to. Letting his focus slip for a fraction of a second could cost him everything. Sure enough, he saw the rearview lights of the massive vehicle three blocks down from his current position and turning onto what he recognized as the entry ramp of the highway.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

He was prepared to hunt it down regardless. Savoring the last bit of unlabored fresh air he'd have for a while, he spared himself a cat stretch.

Then booked it.

He went on blind dash down the street, not bothering to look for stop lights, straight into the oncoming traffic.

"You stupid fucker!"

The driver of a red corvette expressed his displeasure as he honked his horn, swerving in order to avoid hitting the young man. The car after that stopped abruptly, earning itself a hearty ram from behind, curtesy of the next car.

But none of that mattered.

He was about to lose track of the one person who mattered in his life, aside from his "mother," Holly Kira. The streets were becoming increasingly more crowded than he thought they should be on a Friday night. Much to his irritation, he was forced to weave in and out of crowds of rough-looking night prowlers. The horde of hoodlums became thicker with each step and Josuke found himself having to push his way through, grabbing shoulders and faces alike, just in order to clear a path.

Not good.

At this rate, he'd never catch up to Yasuho. Josuke scowled. A burning Irritation was quickly replacing whatever hope he had to find her.

"Hey, watch it!"

A rough hand snatched the fabric of Josuke's collar, nearly choking him in the process, and he was forced to look into the green eyes of a very aggressive, haggard looking fellow. The large man appeared to be in his forties, with sharp features and an overwhelmingly prominent nose. His flushed face, was as round as the moon, and sparsely covered in what Josuke dared to call a beard. Two, equally unattractive women clung to either one of his arms, scantily covered in leather vests and ripped spandex. Their bodies were practically spilling out of their clothes.

"Listen punk, that was my gal you pushed just now. I don't take kindly to disrespect." The threat, hardly concealed within the man's thick accent. His weathered face contorted into an expression so fowl, the muscles in his forehead formed what appeared to be horns.

Josuke regarded the man with bewilderment. "What's that on your face?"

"The hell you talkin' bout?"

Josuke could feel his nose hairs disintegrate from the hot breath that escaped through the holes in the man's decaying teeth. Faintly, he pointed at the metal piece poking out from either side of the man's nose. Without giving him a chance to reply, Josuke pinched the tips of the silver stud where it rested in the bridge of his nose, and yanked it straight out.

There was a loud crunch followed by a scream as horrid as grinding metal.

The two accompanying females looked on in horror as blood gushed from their lover's face like a faucet.

"Kevin-kun!" The blonde woman shrieked as the brunette fawned over the Gaijin who was holding his face while crying in a fetal position.

"There, there, babe.." She dabbed his face with a napkin she pulled from her cleavage. The injured man paid her no mind, opting to look up at Josuke who was trying to rub the blood off his formerly white shirt.

"Aaaw, man. I just washed this too.."

"You bastard..." he growled in between snorting the blood that continued to leak out of his face.

Curious onlookers had formed a circle by this time, though none moved to intervene. A petty fight was not the outcome Josuke was hoping for when he decided to leave his house. He heard the siren of what he recognized as the police in the distance then decided it would be best to take his exit and avoid a more dramatic scenario.

Josuke scanned the area for a reasonable pathway, taking note of a wisp of pink hair flowing through one of the gaps in the crowd of people.

There was no need for him to push his way through this time, as anyone standing in his path was swift to remove themselves, throwing him wary glances as he wiped a few specs of blood from his porcelain skin.

"Yasu-" He began to yell for all his excitement, then thought against it.

Maybe he shouldn't disturb her.

When he was free from the multitude of people, he glanced at the massive entrance to the building that everyone had been crowded in front of. On the wall was a large poster signifying the concert of a punk rock band. It depicted the severed head of a goat along with snakes, skulls, and roaches crawling along an apple.

It was rather grotesque for his liking.

Shaking his head, Josuke continued to stalk Yasuho quietly from the shadows.

Yasuho climbed the stairway to her apartment with much trepidation.

Her mother had never brought a man home before.

..this was uncharted territory.

She tried to imagine what type of guy her mom would go for.

Rich, was a given.

Growing up, her mother never worked a steady job. Though, somehow the lights never went off and there was always money for food. It wasn't unusual for her to sport designer clothes and mink furs, so whoever she was involved with had to have been loaded..

He was probably an old dude too.

Yasuho imagined a short, little wrinkly dude, fawning over her mom as they shopped for the latest Gucci gear. She was aware of the whole sugar daddy concept, and most of those relations involved buttering up a lonely guy with deep pockets and nothing to loose.

Yasuho hoped her mother wouldn't resort to such.

Upon reaching the final step to her floor, she saw that the walkway was clear, and began to move toward her own abode. There were several wooden doors along the inner wall of the concrete building. Each had their own assigned number mounted in silver.

Unit 708 was the apartment she shared with her mother.

On second thought..

Yasuho took a moment to compose herself.

She stepped to the outer end of the breezeway, readjusting the heavy grocery bag in order to relieve the blood flow in her finger tips, before opting to set it down.

The cool air was exactly what she needed to soothe her nerves.

Leaning against the railing, she gazed upon the Morioh city skyline.

A thousand golden lights danced along the horizon, beautiful enough to rival the stars above. It was a clear night aside from a few sparse clouds that glowed pearlescently in the moonlight. The atmosphere was not quite as peaceful as one would expect to relax in. She could hear the bustling traffic and uninhibited yells of bar patrons beneath her home; an unavoidable cost to living in the affordable, yet sketchy part of the town.

Yet having spent so much time in that environment, Yasuho allowed the roars of the city to lull itself into a hum of ambience within her ears. It was like an auditory haven where she didn't need to process the day to day strife she was force to live.

It was a far cry from Josuke's peaceful abode in the Higashikata estate. He'd been adopted into a family of multimillionaires, and Yasuho was sure he still didn't know just how lucky he was. She, herself, was all too aware that he resided in a part of town she could only dream of being able to afford.

Speaking of which, the guilt of her departure was starting to sink in.

Technically, Yasuho had ditched him when he only wanted to ensure her safety. Josuke was such a gentleman and sweeter than any guy she knew. Yet, when he tried to comfort her, she pushed him away...and she felt so bad for it.

Was she thankful for the swift escape?

Of course, there was no denying it.

Buying the alcohol and spaghetti was not a problem.

Nothing unusual about that. Everybody had to eat. And she was grown enough to have a drink if she wanted it.

...but the condoms..

Yasuho peaked once again in to the plastic bag she held, setting her cheeks ablaze in an instant as she recalled her shopping experience.

She had tried to be as discreet as possible.

Morioh was a sizable town, but word spread around fast and she preferred not being the center of the latest gossip. Thankfully, no one was in the intimate care isle of the corner store so swooping in and snatching the XL pack went without incident. It wasn't until she presented her items to the cashier that the man took the liberty of reading the package label out loud.

With that stupid pervy look on his face..

"Extra large! My, you must be a lively young lady!"

She could've died on the spot.

All the more reason to be thankful that she had left Josuke behind. She couldn't fathom, having to explain to him why she was buying a pack of Trojans.

But still...she wished her mother just hadn't bothered her with the task at all.

With one last sigh she braced herself to face her mother and her mysterious love interest.

"Here we go." She walked up to her door and grabbed the handle.

Suddenly her phone chimed and her navigational stand, Paisley Park spoke up.

"Choose one option." Her stand's mechanical voice piped up

1. Text Josuke or 2. Text Josuke

"You're right." Yasuho happily agreed and typed up her 'apology' text.

Yasuho: I made it home safe.

That didn't seem to be enough.

Yasuho: Miss you already <3

She'd make it up to him later.

Gathering her resolve, she grabbed her bag off the ground, turning toward her apartment. Yasuho had barley touched the handle when the door flung open and she was rewarded with a mouth full of hair.

"Hi Honey!"

Yasuho's mother squeezed her like she was shaking down a bottle of ketchup. The curls of her honey auburn hair glowed like a wild fire in the fluorescent lighting of the foyer.

An array of kisses, assaulted Yasuho's cheeks.

As much as Yasuho'd hate to admit it, the overwhelming display of affection softened her heart. This was the mom she always yearned for. A mom who was sober enough to greet her with a smile; who didn't allow her own thirst for love to dry up any affection she had to give to her own child.

"Hi mom." she replied faintly.

Yasuho felt her body giving in..

..slipping, into her mother's embrace.

And it terrified her.

After they separated, Yasuho was able to get a good look at her mother, Suzuyo Hirose. The cigarette smell she remembered her by, was absent. Her eyes were bright, just like her hair which she had lightened from it's natural dark color. And her slim but curvy figure was clothed in a modest, white, polyester v-neck and a knee-length fuchsia pencil skirt.

It was very..professional..

Was this the same Suzuyo Hirose who gave birth to her?

"Oh! I have a surprise for you! Well, he's waiting in the kitchen.." Suzuyo smiled ecstatically and grabbed her daughter's free hand.

So I was right...there is a guy..

Kicking off her shoes, Yasuho barely registered the chime of a text alert before the door shut behind her and she was pulled deeper into this alternate dimension she called a home. The place was almost unrecognizable. What she had come to know as a landfill was now devoid off all the wear and tear that came with being occupied by a dysfunctional family.

It was clean.

Shiny even.

There were no empty food containers laying around.

The wine stains in the living room carpet had been eradicated.

No broken glass to cut her foot upon.

Yasuho could even see her own confused reflection within the dark wood floors.

Where am I, really?

Part of her was suspicious of a stand attack. This had to be some kind of mind freak, or practical joke. She wouldn't have been surprised if Tsurugi was playing one of his 'Let's trip up Yasuho' games again like he did when he took away her ability to differentiate faces and signs.

An even greater part of her feared that this was legit.

Yasuho's stupor was lifted when she bumped into her mother who had stopped short of the entrance to the kitchen.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Her mother was trembling.

Suzuyo swiftly turned to face her. The faint crinkles above her rosy cheeks framed her glossy chestnut eyes. She squeezed Yasuho's hand, coming close to whisper in her ear.

"I feel like we're about to start a new chapter. I know I haven't been the perfect mother, but, just know that I love you and I want things to be better between us."

Yasuho nodded mechanically.

It felt like the right thing to do. Whomever this love interest was, had to be really important to her mother. Slowly, Yasuho brought her hands around the older woman and hugged her, resting her head on the crook of her neck. If she had truly found her happiness, then Yasuho would do her best to support her.

For now, she'd reserve her judgment.

Yasuho moved break the embrace, but found herself tangled within not one, but two sets of arms.

"You're just as lovely as your mother." The unfamiliar voice was deep and oddly rhythmic like the bass of a drum.

A tall figure overshadowed her mom from behind.

Yasuho's body tensed.

Omg, he's touching me!

"Kaito, I thought I told you to wait in the kitchen!" Suzuyo giggled, releasing Yasuho to grab ahold of her lover's arms from where they were wrapped around them.

"Sorry dear, sensed all the good vibes coming from the hallway and I couldn't help myself." The man, Kaito, was grinning wide as a Jack-o-lantern. He was a clean cut man, with a perfectly symmetrical face. His hulking frame was moderately built and draped in a perfectly tailored, emerald dress shirt that his ripped jeans rebelled against. Dark hair and brows accentuated his tanned skin, creating a stunning contrast to the platinum eyes in which the light seemed to dance.

Suzuyo playfully booty-bumped him, causing the man to hunch forward reflexively as he stumbled back a step.

He grabbed his crotch and faintly mouthed the word "Ouch."

Yasuho stood in silence, watching the playful interaction unfold.

"Sorry dear, let me introduce you properly."

Suzuyo Hirose bit her lip, eyes alight with a spark she hadn't seen since their family was in one piece.

The love doves shared a knowing expression then faced Yasuho together with the widest smiles on their face. They both presented their left hands to Yasuho, but it was her mother who continued to speak.

"I'd like you to meet your new father."

To be continued...

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