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ageingfangirl2 · 1 month

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You Can't Hurt Me! Haruchiyo Sanzu (Tokyo Revengers)

You work in a coffee shop, another day of being bored and fake smiling at customers, until a pink-haired man comes crashing through the window and meets his match. Sanzu x Reader (Bonten Timeline)

'Only two more hours until I can close this place,' you mutter under your breath, leaning on the counter with your hands on your face.

Your eyes roam lazily over the scattered handful of customers in the coffee shop. A loved-up couple in the corner huddled together whispering and blushing, a few businessmen and women tapping away at their phones, and a wannabe writer who practically lives here. All day everyday just like you, you think gloomily.

Still leaning on one hand, you tap your fingers on your other hand impatiently on the counter, musing over ways you could close the shop early for the day. You had three options that sprung to mind; one, you could make up an excuse about a gas leak since the building down the road had one a month ago, two, act crazy so everyone leaves and you potentially get fired, or three, bide your time patiently so you earn every dime of your paycheck.

You decide on option three, blowing out a loud sigh. You needed the money, you couldn't afford to lose this job in the current economy. Making coffee wasn't your ideal life, the job wasn't that hard, it just got boring in the late afternoon when the crowds thinned and you were left to your own devices.

You pick up the rag over your shoulder, deciding to wipe the counter down one more time when a loud crash startles you and snaps you out of your thoughts.

A man quite literally comes flying through the window, sending glass shards across the room, luckily there were no customers in those window seats. Customers scream in terror, as the man, bloodied and bruised rises to his feet, but unlike everyone else, you weren't terrified because things just got interesting.

As if he knew you were watching him, his eyes snap in your direction, his gaze fierce and piercing. You could see why people would be scared of him because he had interesting scars around his mouth and screamed 'mafia' vibes. But right now all you could think about was how you had another mess to clean up and your boss wasn't going to be happy.

'Will you stop dripping blood all over my clean floors?' you ask, voice monotone as you meet his gaze.

He growls, his voice dark and dripping with menace, 'Excuse me?'

'I just mopped,' you reply, and stand up straight, stretching to work out some kinks in your back from leaning over.

He reaches around his back, pulls a gun from the waistband of his trousers and points it directly at you, a wicked grin creeping onto his lips. At this point what few customers had stayed to gawk flee from the shop leaving the two of you alone.

You stare him down as he chuckles, 'It's just the two of us now.'

You nod, 'Great, I was looking for an excuse to close early.'

His grin wavers. He tries to take a step towards you but staggers backwards, wincing. Whatever fight he'd been in, it was catching up to him, 'quick. Help dress my wounds.'

He waves his gun at you with shaky hands, 'or I'll shoot you dead.'

You clear your throat and raise a single eyebrow, 'only if you ask me nicely sir.'

His eyes widen in shock, probably not used to being spoken back to, 'What did you say?'

You sigh loudly again, imagining being anywhere but here right now, 'did your hearing get damaged when you came crashing through the window?'

'NO!' He snaps.

You motion behind him towards the front door, 'Come on, then. Walk outside, and enter with a better attitude. I'll treat your wounds, but you have to be respectful.'

Confusion, anger and something else flash across his face while you watch him with disinterest.

'Who do you think you are? Telling me what to do,' he waves his gun at you again as he speaks.

Your tiredness turns into anger, 'and who the hell do you think you are? If you don't want to bleed out, you need to...ask...me...nicely.'

He stares at you, his mouth agape, speechless. Then he grits his teeth, 'Fine. Will you please kindly help me with my wounds?'

You smile a little, 'there, was that so hard?'

You pull out the first aid kit from under the counter and walk around the counter holding it in front of you as you carefully approach him. You reach out to pull off his suit jacket, but he flinches away.

'What are you doing?' he gasps.

You roll your eyes, 'I need to be able to see the wounds to treat them.'

He blinks a couple of times, realisation dawning on his face, 'Oh, right...go ahead...'

You extend your hand again slowly as if he were a dangerous animal that might bite. This time he lets you help him out of his jacket which you place over the back of a nearby chair, while he winces.

You let him remove his waistcoat, tie and shirt which was bloodied. It was a lot to take in coming face to face with his bare chest, he was in good physical shape. You'd think he was carved out of stone if it wasn't for the warmth that came off his body reminding you he was human. You quickly tell your brain to get out of the gutter with dirty thoughts, seeing the amount of blood on his chest, there was a lot of it.

The main wound was on his right ribcage, and looked like someone had stabbed him, but he had other cuts and gashes across his arms, and even his face, but some of those could have been from being thrown through a glass window.

You take a deep breath, 'let me guess, I'd hate to see the other guy?'

'Other guys,' he grumbles

You pull out a disinfectant wipe and dab at the cut on his face just to the left of one of his scars.

'FUCK YOU! OW!!!' he shouts.

You pull the wipe back in surrender, 'sorry, sorry,' you mumble, 'I should have warned you that this might sting a little.'

He grunts, and you move back in to dab the cut with a much more gentle touch, 'do you have to?'

You bite your lip, trying to hold back your laughter, he's awfully scared for a tough guy, 'if it gets infected, it's going to hurt a whole lot more.'

You try to quickly clean the smaller cuts and gashes not wanting him to lash out at you because he couldn't handle a little pain. After throwing out the bloody wipes, you unroll the bandage and start to tackle the deeper wound on his ribcage. He grunts and grimaces as you wrap the bandage tighter and tighter around his body.

'You really should go to the hospital, looks like this might need stitches,' you observe, as you wrap, noticing some blood seeping through.

He huffs, 'I couldn't care less about how I look.'

You stop your work and pull back looking at him with your own grin. His perfectly styled pink hair and smart clothes, all screamed I care, 'sure you don't.'

You cut the excess bandage and tape it down, 'how did you get into this mess if you don't mind me asking.'

He eyes you suspiciously, 'what do you care?'

You shrug your shoulders, 'Call me curious. Maybe I'd like to avoid ending up in a similar situation if it isn't safe around here anymore.'

He scoffs, trust me, I don't think you need to worry about that.'

You match his scoff, 'why not?'

He eyes you up and down smirking, 'You don't seem the type to get into trouble.'

You chew your lip, weighing up his words, 'Is that a compliment or an insult?'

He shrugs, 'You decide.'

You smile and puff out your chest proudly, 'compliment then.'

You watch him put his shirt back on along with the waistcoat which he leaves open, before slowly and carefully putting his jacket back on with the tie now in the pocket. When he's done you take a step back and finally take in the messy scene around you, 'now you can help me clean this place up.'

His mouth hangs open, 'you want me to what?'

You motion around you at the broken glass and blood, 'Clean up. Look at the mess you made. I've had a long day...a long week... and an even longer year.'

You slump down into a nearby chair, suddenly feeling the full weight of your exhaustion after the small adrenaline rush.

He shakes his head, 'do you think I care?'

You click your tongue, 'I don't know. I don't care.'

His brows furrow together, 'why aren't you afraid of me?'

You shrug a shoulder, 'I'm too tired to be afraid of you right now.'

He squints at you, curiosity in his eyes, 'You should be terrified of me. You should be begging me to spare your life.'

He prowls towards you, wearing a menacing grin, 'Don't you know who I am? Don't you know who I work for?'

'Enlighten me then,' you reply, back in your monotone voice from before.

His eyes narrow to snake-like slits as he takes in your bored expression, 'I'm one the most powerful and dangerous men you'll ever meet. I'm Haruchiyo Sanzu.'

You blink a couple of times, you couldn't care less who he thought he was, you hadn't heard his name before or even seen him around his area before.

He fingers the gun which was back in his waistband, 'I could hurt you so bad. You'd wish you were dead.'

You roll your eyes which you'd done a lot during this encounter, 'Sanzu, is it? I work in customer service. You can't hurt me in any way that matters.'

He looks frozen, almost like a deer in headlights. You manage to make yourself stand up and take off your apron which had his blood on and fling it on the table ready to call it a night.

'You--You don't--' he stammers, and this time when he eyes you up and down there's something different in his eyes, like he's seeing you for the first time.

You put your hands on your hips, ready to hand back any crap he decided to throw your way, 'What?'

He looks flustered, and he can't stop staring at you so you continue speaking, 'What? Spit it out. I don't have all night.'

As you step around him he manages to speak, 'You look better than this place, that's all. You don't belong here.'

You look down at your feet, suddenly very aware of yourself. You try to keep the heat from showing on your cheeks at his genuine words. He was the first person other than yourself who'd told you that you were better than this place.

'What do you mean by that?' you ask.

'It was meant as a compliment, geeze you're annoying,' he snaps back.

You pout, 'didn't sound like one with your tone is all.'

You flip the sign on the door from 'OPEN' to 'CLOSED' before heading back behind the counter to retrieve the brush and pan along with the mop bucket, ignoring Sanzu, though you could feel his eyes on you.

'Well, uh...I guess I'll be going then,' he says.

You glance over your shoulder at him to see he is checking out the name tag on your apron, '...nice name.'

You slap your hand down on the counter, at least pay for a coffee, you've done enough damage.'

He continues to stare at you with the same shocked expression, that seems to have a begrudging respect undertone, you guess he'd never come across somebody quite like you.

'Okay, fine,' he says calmly, and approaches the counter taking his wallet out of his back pocket instead of the gun.'

'Err...wh-what do you want?' you stutter, not expecting him to take up your offer or even pay.

'Surprise me,' he replies, a lazy smirk on his lips.

He knew he was affecting you, maybe getting the upper hand on you after your attitude towards him earlier. So you decide to make him the simplest drink, not just because you are lazy, but because you think it suits him.

'Double espresso, black,' you call out, putting the drink in front of him.

He picks it up and sips it, his eyes sparkling at you over the cup's rim. He doesn't make any noise of approval or disapproval. Instead, he passes a crisp one hundred across the counter towards you, 'Keep the change.'

You gape at him, staring at the money, as he swiftly finishes the drink and throws the takeaway cup in the bin next to the counter. Wordlessly, he struts out of the shop with his head held high, leaving you with the mess he'd made.

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okkalo · 3 months

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sanzu has never felt this way before. he’s not even sure why he’s feeling this way. the feeling of your hand in his as the spring breeze blows past the both of you. pink petals shed from the cherry blossom trees, falling with the wind and lightly decorating your head along with his.

his heart leaps uncomfortably in his chest once you turn to him with a smile. a soft giggle falls past your lips and the sunlight along with the falling petals makes you look iridescent. his breath hitches in his throat once you reach out a hand, brushing off the petals from his hair. he’s too dazed in your beauty to even deny your help, though he thinks he wouldn’t have pushed you away anyway.

sanzu feels he’s getting used to this feeling. you both are seated at a small cafe, a piece of cake plated on the table between you both. he’s gotten used to his eyes automatically tracking onto you, taking in your features as you mumble about random thoughts.

he thinks it’s silly, the swirl in his stomach. he wonders why he feels this way when you’re doing nothing but eating cake in front of him while saying things he’s barely even paying attention to. he pushes away the silly thoughts in his head as well, all of them asking him who else he would share a cake with or who else he would accompany to a cafe like this. because he knew the answer would be no one but you.

sanzu finally embraces this feeling. he thinks he’s been holding back for long enough, caught up in the thought as he gazes at you smiling among the tulips. he lets his gaze drop to your interlocked pinkies, contemplating before finally moving his hand so it instead fully takes in yours.

the familiar swirl runs through his stomach as he catches your look of surprise. he can’t help but think you still look iridescent, everything about you making him feel like he’s in a silly dream. a smile tugs at his own lips as he takes in a breath. “i think i love you,” he finally confesses, embracing his feelings for you at last.

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authorluvgxbby · 2 years

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Day 7 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios

Kokonoi: *Shouting* I. DECLARE. BANKRUPTCY!

Ran and Sanzu: Says who?

Kokonoi: Says, your weekly paychecks.

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sapphicshav · 1 year

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── 4:53AM | sanzu haruchiyo.

genre . . . hurt/comfort

warnings . . . drug mention, swearing

note . . . an old drabble that was collecting dust in my tumblr drafts🕺🏾

"haru please put them down". it's saturday night and your boyfriend, bonten's number two, sanzu haruchiyo is one another rampage yet again. sanzu is a complex person. you can never guess what dangerous thoughts his corrupted mind could form. on most days he was manageable, you could tolerate his questionable yet unruly behaviour. his late returns and his drug misuse bothered you but, you couldn't help but adore him.

"you're so fucking annoying y/n", he slurs his words, stumbling towards you in a drunken manner. as mentioned, you've succumbed to his unusual behaviour but, sometimes his words were like a bullet to the heart. hand clutching at your chest, tears began to rise above your waterline. you knew deep down that he didn't mean what he said, he never does when he's in this state.

"y/n baby... look at me please", he limps towards you, touches your shoulder and turns your body so that you face him. your eyes meet, his are heavy, delayed blinking but you can see the sincerity behind them. he leans in closer, the smell of alcohol that has attached itself to his clothes makes your stomach turn, "i-i'm sorry baby i'm such a fuck up, didn't mean to make you cry".

before you could respond he immediately pulls you into a hug, your head presses agsisnt his warm chest. you can hear his heartbeat, it's slow but steady like the breaths he's taking. pushing back a hair that's fallen in front his face you reply, "your not a fuck up haru" you tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "i love you"

thank you for reading, rbs are appreciated ♡

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willowfolksong · 2 years

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Hello! Hopefully ur having a great day 😊

I don’t know if you accept requests and if you do, I don’t know if they are open or not. So please don’t mind me if they aren’t available at the moment.

Can u make a part 2 of “Your first date with them after coming out of a toxic relationship” with Haitani brother please include both ofc separately, sanzu and kokonoi but if it’s too much you can take kokonoi off. Not bonten them put them in the past!

You can freely ignore and not do this don’t feel pressured or anything please! Thank you! Take care of yourself. 💜🥰

Your first date with them, after coming out of a toxic relationship

a/n: hiiiiii anon!!!! Here's your request! so sorry for the late response!!! so I did both Haitanis and Sanzu, but left Kokonoi out, because I really wanted it to be as... Realistic as posible? And I think I remember him having some sort of girlfriend during this time? and her being in the hospital and Kokonoi working to pay for her bills? idk, something like that, and so it would have been kind of complicated for me to write. It would be much easier to do him in bonten era, but you didn't want that, so I sticked with this three. BUT if you want him just tell me and I'll do another one for bonten Kokonoi just for you ☺️. hope you're having a great day as well!!

Love,

Willow ☀️

(Requests are currently closed, but I'll let you know as soon as they open ☀️)

Part I - Part II

Ran Haitani

✨ You twirl and turn and look at your back and then front countless of times, and still don't feel comfortable to go out. It's not the dress. The dress is actually beautiful, and you were lucky enough to buy it in your favorite colour.

It's you.

You and your total lack of confidence.

"Are you really wearing that?" your ex had said once, looking you up and down with clear disgust.

"Well...yeah? Why?"

He had snorted, shaking his head as if talking with a stubborn kid that doesn't want to change her muddy pants before going out "You should know by now that wearing dresses is not your thing. Please, take a better look at yourself in the mirror and find something else to wear"

✨ Ran knocks on the glass of your window when you're almost about to change. You jump out of your skin and look everywhere for a place to hide, but you're only option is to get out of the room entirely, and that would probably be too weird. Not as weird as the guy you're having your first date with entering your bedroom thru your window, tho.

✨ He looks you up and down and then hums, coming to stand so close to you than you can smell the minty flavored gum that he has in his mouth

You gulp, all nervous at the proximity "Hi, Ran" it's what you come up with "I thought you would wait for me outside?"

"I got bored" he says, shrugging, his eyes never leaving your frame "And I really wanted to know what was taking you so long"

"It's nothing, sorry. I'm gonna change real quick and we'll go"

✨Before you can turn around for your closet, Ran grabs your by the wrist and spins you, arching an eyebrow at your comment.

"What was that?"

"I'm gonna go change" you say again, feeling your cheeks grow impossibly hot "I don't really like this dress on me"

Ran laughs, a genuine laugh that makes him throw his head back and hold his stomach. When he's done, and under your perplexed look, he makes you look at yourself in the mirror once more.

"Look at you" he whispers in your ear, trailing his hand down your right arm "Are you sure of that?"

"Dresses don't really suit me" you tell him, and the look he gives you in the mirror is a stern one.

"Who the fuck told you that, hm?" he asks, and even tho his tone is sweet, you can feel the underlying anger "This dress is gorgeous on you"

"I-..."

Then he chuckles quietly, and drops his head on your shoulder to bite you near your collarbone. "The dress would be easier to take off" he adds, before taking a couple of steps back with his hands raised "But do whatever you want, darling. Really"

You blush, watching him sit down on your bed "Ahm... Alright?"

"I'm gonna wait here for you, alright?" he anounces, looking around curiously.

You refrain from telling him that it's only your fist date, and that you barely know each other, aside from all the times he's chased you after school to ask you to go out with him. He's already in your room, after all.

✨ And so you don't see, when you exit your room to put on some mascara in the bathroom, how Ran gets up, stretches his arms above his head and does a quick scavenger hunt around your room to find something, anything that could give him a clue about your last relationship. He feels as if he should meet the guy.

✨ He finally finds what it looks like a torn picture deep inside one of your drawers, and snaps a photo of it with his cellphone, before sending it to his brother.

"Find him"

He wants to have a few words with him.

Rindou Haitani

✨ You're more than shocked to arrive to the restaurant and find Rindou, surrounded by a group of people.

✨ They're around ten guys, talking loudly between each other, while Rindou remains mostly quiet, nodding once in a while. But even tho he doesn't seems interested in what they're saying, it's clear that the rest is there for him.

✨ Confusion slowly morphs into fear of interrupting something you shouldn't, and you remember as clear as day what your ex used to tell you about interrupting him when he was with his friends.

Pulling you aside, away from prying eyes that could see him grip your arm so tight that turns purple, he whispers angrily in your ear.

"I've told you this before. Don't interrupt me when I'm with my friends"

"But you said..." you try, but he only shushes you and grabs you harder.

"I don't wanna hear anything" he tells you "You don't interrupt me when I'm with my friends"

✨ And so you turn around, ready to bolt, but in just that moment, Rindou happens to look up and spot you.

✨ He yells your name and every conversation around him dies, at the same time that all heads turn in your direction.

✨ You can only walk slowly towards him, ready to apologize profusely. Rindou watches you approach with an unreadable expression in his eyes, and as soon as you're next to him, pulls you to his side and squeezes you tight.

✨ You're surprised, and can't do anything but silently watch in awe how a huge grins splits his face in two.

"Took you long enough" he tells you, not letting you go.

"Hey, Rindou..." one of the guys surrounding him starts — and only then you notice a couple of them are much older than him.

But Rindou clicks his tongue, annoyance clear on his tone "Y'all leave. I'm gonna be busy with her now"

"But..."

"I said fuck off!" Rindou yells, and everyone complies in an instant, leaving the two of you completely alone.

You remember then, the words of your friend:

"Be careful with the Haitani Brothers. They control Ropongi"

✨ You still decide to apologize, while he's dragging you by the hand to take you to, on his own words, the best place he knows.

"Huh?" Rindou turns his head without stopping "What do you mean? This is our moment. I don't give a shit about anyone but you"

✨ And just like that, you realize he's much different than your ex.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✨ You know it's a date only because your best friend told you that of course it is, and that she doesn't think Sanzu would invite anyone else to eat with him. But you're still doubtful, since Yasuhiro Muto is also there, seating across from you.

✨ You talk and talk about your day to ease the tension and, as always, Sanzu nods every couple of words, looking at you with that intense aura that you never completely get. Does he wants to kill you? Does he likes you as much as you like him?

✨ Eventually, you realize you're about to finish your food, and come to a complete halt.

"You're not suppose to finish all your food, honey" your ex whispers, smiling tensely to his friends "Remember what we talked about ?"

"But ..." you complain "I'm still hungry"

"Baby" your ex had tried again, pinching your tight under the table "You know that girls are not supposed to eat that much"

✨ You push your plate aside, clearing your throat. Sanzu, that has been looking at you the entire time, notices immediately.

"I just... shouldn't be eating this much" you say, smiling nervously. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Muto arching one of his eyebrows "It's not very ladylike"

"Eat whatever you want" Sanzu talks, for the first time since he sent you a text telling you he wanted to see you in other place that wasn't the school "And how much you want"

"But..."

"Eat" he insists, pushing the plate back to you "And keep talking"

"Are you sure?" you ask, chuckling "Am I not boring you guys too much?"

Muto only shrugs, but Sanzu shakes his head and crosses his arms in front of his chest "No, you're not. I like it"

✨ You don't know why when you're having dessert, Sanzu gets up all of the sudden and leaves you under Muto's care. It's not like his friend tells you much, just explaining that Sanzu has something to do, and will be back in some minutes.

✨ You also don't know, that Sanzu is meeting your ex, and giving him the beating of his life, because he found out about how he acted when you two were together. You're just really happy (and a bit relieved to not be alone with Muto anymore) to see him again an hour later.

✨ That day, Sanzu holds your hand for the first time, with the one he used to punch your ex in the face.

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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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dirty money & tenderness. | sanzu haruchiyo x gn! afab! reader

warnings: Sanzu is an assassin for hire, reader wears a dress, depictions of blood, death/murder, mentions of blow (don’t do drugs kids), alcohol, stalking, choking, drugging, explicit smut, reader is called hun/sweetheart, masturbation (male), dub-con, bondage (handcuffs), oral (f! receiving), cunnilingus, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), creampie, breeding kink (if you squint), mentions of needles, gun fight, more blood, plot twist, mcd, angst ending, Russian roulette, implied suicide.

w/c: 10.2k

a/n: for @scandescent and @festive “dirty money” collab! this was actually fun to write- i’ve never written dc before but here ya go! READ THE TRIGGERS. also- the biggest thank you to @shinigamiplayroom & @kisakiapologist for beta reading this for me. all the kisses for you!

The job was easy- it was always easy for him. All he had to do was take out his target and he’d get paid. Sometimes they were specific with the kill, sometimes they allowed him “creative freedom.” Those were the jobs he liked best. The business of killing people for money was skewed in his favor because of his background- how he was raised, the things that happened in his childhood, and the incidents he got into in his teen years and early 20’s. It was who he was so why not take advantage of it and get paid.

Girls, booze, and drugs all had a price. The money he made could pay for all of it. So he would indulge, because what else was this dirty money for. He made a living doing this and he could continue to. It wasn’t work that made him necessarily happy, but it allowed him things and luxuries that did.

He was known within the Japanese yakuza ranks as the best assassin, or hired murderer. Though he didn’t care for the latter. All he cared about was getting what he wanted, and that made things easy, made them uncomplicated. If he didn’t think too much about it- all he had to do was what was assigned. Sometimes it was just taking out the target. But sometimes, he was told to get information out of them. And that was what he could have fun with.

He sauntered into the abandoned hotel. Cobwebs littered the high ceilings and an old oil lamp flickered a dim light into the space. A round man was seated at a desk with two men on either side of him that had muscles too big to fold their arms. Sweat dripped down a short glass as the ice melted into his whiskey and the condensation formed rings on the worn out wood and soaked into the playing cards he had sprawled to the left. A few more goons had oil lamps lit around the larger back room as they tossed darts against the wall with the pictures of marks and high-strung snobs of politicians. The heel of his boots clattered against the broken tiles as he closed the distance between the man behind the desk and himself.

He tossed a picture at him. It was creased and slightly torn in the upper left side, but even through the visible wear, the image of a person with soft features and tender eyes was perfectly visible.

“That one is a liability. Heard too much at a private gathering. Do your job.” He spoke in a raspy voice that made Sanzu flinch; not from fear but the latent disregard it held, and the heavy tone was one Sanzu didn’t care for.

If thoughts could kill- that man would be dead already. And one day, he promised himself, he would kill him.

But thoughts weren’t enough so he continued with his work. Allowing this cretin to think Sanzu was on his side. Manipulating him into trusting him and allowing himself to get closer. Maybe he’d sever his head and hang it on the wall for all his lackeys to see. Or stab him in his cold heart, over and over again, as his dark crimson blood would seep out and stain the expensive suits he’d wear. Or he could sneak into his rooms at night, gag his mouth with something sharp so it pierced through his cheeks from the inside, tie him to bed posts and douse him in gasoline. He could light him on fire with a single match and listen to him scream as his filthy skin sizzled and snapped against the orange flames. Leaving him there to rot as everything burned around him and his skin would eventually turn to ash, and disgusting intentions.

But again, thoughts weren’t enough. So he took the picture and tucked it away into the inside pocket of his long black trench coat and turned to leave. The sun just started to kiss the top of the horizon as he closed the door behind him. He slipped around the contours of the buildings, emanating an eerie silence into the air around him. He pulled a small locket from his inner coat pocket, digging his pinky into it and filling the nail bed with a white powder. He slowly brought it up to his right nostril, taking a deep inhale while plugging the opposite with his hand. He repeated this with the latter and sniffled a few times before rubbing his nose with his index finger to rid any detectable trace. He continued to move silently through daybreak, like an unheard whisper.

That’s when he saw you. Jogging along the opposite sidewalk, large red headphones sitting atop your head. Perfect, he thought, now he didn’t have to go looking for you.

He sulked along the opposite buildings, watching you from a distance. You stopped at the crosswalk, shook your head and sweat beads glistented through the golden rays that were just starting to peek through the sky lines. You lifted your arm to look at your phone in your arm band- possibly to switch the song. Looking both ways along the intersection before continuing. You took large, dramatic steps onto the asphalt, carefully stepping only on the bolded white pedestrian lines, giggling to yourself. How dumb can you be. Sanzu rolled his eyes as he continued to watch you. You took a sharp turn at a bend, like you were imitating a racecar, contorting your body in a curve.

You slowed down to a fast walk when you turned into a gated neighborhood. Sauntering on the sidewalk into the foot traffic gate, waving at neighbors. You stepped lightly on the smooth concrete towards a perfectly manicured lawn. A large single-story house, with steps leading up to two Tuscany-style columns on either side of a glass French door. He watched you from his peripherals at the mail center as you slid a key into the lock and opened the door. You took off your shoes at the entryway and slid on house slippers, humming to yourself before you closed the door. How naive could you be? This wasn’t going to be any fun if you didn’t even suspect someone watching you or following you. What could you have known that would make someone want you dead? Sanzu was determined to find out.

Days turned into two weeks that he followed you, learned your routine. You got up on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays to jog. On those Saturdays you met some friends afterwards at a farmers market and got fresh ingredients for dinners. On the latter days you left the house in the late afternoons and returned close to dusk, probably for work. He needed to get closer to you; needed to learn you more intimately.

So he killed your postman. A cloth covered in chloroform in the late evening when he was sure no one was around. He drug him into a worn shed in the backyard of a seemingly abandoned house, more than likely just a vacation home for some stuck up bastards. A single silenced gunshot to the head. His eyes were already closed from passing out so one less thing for him to worry about. He was a killer but still had remorse for the dead. His blood seeped through the wound, dripping over his eyes like he was crying garnet tears. It slipped off his forehead and onto a rag and a pair of dirty gardening gloves.

He knew the route well so he followed it. Until he got to your house. Just in time for you to return from your morning jog. Just as he planned.

“Hey! You're a new postman aren't you? You don’t seem familiar?” You spoke, as you caught your breath.

He kept his hat lowered as he answered and masked his voice so you wouldn’t remember it later. When he would be able to hold you close, soft flesh under his fingertips as you squirmed in his touch. Harshly pressing against your larynx as he watched the life escape your lips and the tenderness leave those pretty eyes.

“Yeah. Kinda new, sorry.” He spoke in the most baritone voice he could manage.

“Hm, well- welcome to the neighborhood then!” You grinned cheerfully as you walked the steps to your front door.

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These gala’s were never really your thing. It was just an excuse for the crime bosses to gather, gamble and get drunk. They would talk about territory fights, executions they’d planned, police involvement (or the buyout thereof), and any means to expand. You’ve only witnessed one successful alliance made here but once the lower syndicate served their purpose, they were annihilated. The only point of you being there was to be a “pretty face” to look at; You didn’t mind too much because of all the good information you got. You didn’t really engage in the conversations and only occasionally added your input to the games- which of course was always wrong so the man would lose out on a bunch of cash. You would play it off so innocently, saying you didn’t really understand the rules and only took ‘your best guess.’ That was one thing you’d learned to do well- lie. Though you only did when these men were involved. You grabbed a shot glass of vodka from a nearby table, feeling the liquid warm you from the inside as it slid down the back of your throat. You shook your head in disgust before turning to escape the noise to the back patio.

He slipped into the shadows, a figure shrouded in darkness, dressed in his suit and tie to blend in as much as possible for this hit. Gliding so effortlessly in the pitch black of the alcoves, behind the floor to ceiling marble pillars. He watched you slip away from the main festivities, blood red dress with a high slit up the thigh. Your black stilettos clacked against the floors as you made your way to the outside patio. Slightly tipsy, you stumbled when your heel sunk into a crack on the sidewalk. Sanzu elegantly slipped his arm around your waist, catching you mid-fall. You stayed there for a moment, looking into the icy blue eyes of this mystery man as the bustling of the crowd inside became nothing more than background noise. Seniors and gala members sat at round tables, cigars just barely hanging, stuck on their dried lips. They were playing cards, laughing at bets made and slinging their glasses in the air above their heads to order more liquor. Always on the rocks, and always a barrel-aged expensive brand.

“Need a hand there, hun?” The words snaked right off his tongue in a perfect lie.

“Oh thank you. I guess I haven’t noticed how much I actually drank. These gala’s, or so they call them, can be pretty dangerous sometimes.” You nervously laughed as you stood yourself up in his embrace.

He walked over to the white stone balcony, leaning against the railing as he covered his mouth with a hand to light up a cigarette. Your lips curled upwards in disdain over the smell as it traveled through the calm twilight air. He watched you take curious steps towards him, almost as if entranced by him. It was what the authorities called his “pretty boy charm.” Cold blue eyes that time got frozen into, soft pink hair cascading over his shoulders, diamond shaped scars on either side of his lips that made them either fear him or feel sorry for him. An unpacked trauma that he could use to lure in the girls that felt the need to ‘fix him,’ and it was so easy. And his sudden, starling smile. Soft, moisturized lips spread so beautifully across his face; and when he smiled, his eyes seemed to smile too. A soft glow radiating off of him. What a handsome boy, he always heard them say. Though there were some he couldn’t win over; they looked at him with indifference, simply turned away, or regarded him as suspicious. Those were the messiest kills. Those eyes that looked at him so unimpressed held no tenderness, so he made them suffer for their disregard. Maybe cutting off their fingers on the knuckle to watch them bleed out from the tips of their veins, or ripping out their teeth with rusted pliers so they’d scream so loud even their throat bled. Their gums gushed out crimson pools until they passed out, then he’d show them mercy, maybe even pity them, by slicing their jugular vein on their throat so intimately, it would splatter against his face. Pretty red droplets would roll over the apple of his cheek so perfectly as he left them to bleed out. Leaving no trace of him ever being there.

But back to you. Your eyes stared at him, almost like trying to read his very mind. So he turned away, leaning his elbows over the railing as he took one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it off into the yard. His identity was a mystery to you. You’d never seen him at any of the events before and his demour would have caught your eye if you did. He seemed sorrowful as he leaned against the railing, gazing off into the night sky as the stars danced in bright gleams above, only slightly shadowed by the hazy clouds and light of the moon. You slowly made your way closer to him, standing with your back against the stone, peering at him with tender eyes. Eyes he’d so longed for. His mother used to look at him with that same tenderness. Until she doused herself in a perfect sparkling cyanide. Sanzu would never forget her turquoise-hued face as she laid limp in the bathtub, and her convulsing, clutching fingers wrapped around the danger: toxic if swallowed label. The days afterward were never the same. He’d realized he was staring too intently when you cleared your throat and lowered your head.

“You’re strange. I’ve never met you before, yet I feel so drawn to you.” You spoke in soft melancholy tones.

He looked at you with one cocked eyebrow and a slight smirk adorning his lips “That’s not very polite to say to a stranger, hun.”

Your hands flew up to cover your mouth as you uttered immense apologies, over and over again. In turn, he chuckled lightly, breathy sounds filling the air before silence overcame. You looked at him- not enough for him to take notice but enough to think. He was taller than the men you were used to being around. His soft rose-colored hair pulled back into a small bun that hung on the nape of his neck and eyes so ice blue you felt a shiver come over you when he looked at you. He was slender, with a chiseled jaw that flowed up his cheeks to the point of his dainty nose. He had an air of delicacy around him that made his looks, his beauty, feel more ethereal. He had scars and piercings but they didn’t make him unapproachable like you would have thought, because still- you were drawn to him. You wanted to get to know him. So you stayed with him on the patio.

“So, why are you here?”

“Don’t ask questions you’re not allowed to know the answer to.”

“Oh. Okay um, what’s your name then?” You asked, slightly embarrassed about his answer to your first one.

“You can call me Haru.” He finally turned his head to look at you with a blank expression.

“Haru. I like that. I’m y/n.” You smiled at him sweetly, gentle eyes crinkling at the corners and dimpled cheeks creating valleys along your face.

He didn’t want to admit it- but you looked beautiful. The slight sweep of your bangs gently ruffled by the midnight breeze, your curves accentuated in that tight red dress you wore, and the genuine smile that graced your lips. The soft skin that curved from your cheekbone down to your throat. How lovely it would look with his rough hands squeezing it.

“You wanna get out of here?” He looked at you so genuinely how could you say no?

“Parties have never been my thing anyway.” A coy smile drafted on your face as you interlanced your hand with his arm, curling around his bicep.

You walked off into the night, the only sounds piercing the silence were the sound of your heels on the concrete and the ebb of your breaths. He brought you to a luxury hotel, saying he had a room on the 13th floor. Your ears popped slightly as you rode the elevator, ascending higher until it chimed to a stop. You stepped out onto soft carpets that lined the hallway and walked slightly behind him as he took you to his room. Room 1313. He looked back at you, signaling you to step closer as he pulled a card from his pocket, swiping along the keypad to open the door. It clicked as the locks came undone. He swung it open and stepped to the side to allow you entrance, being carefully aware of the way you stumbled in and the eerie emptiness of the surrounding space. He smirked to himself as he closed and locked the door behind him. You were already at the minibar he had set up, struggling with a bottle of tequila. He chuckled as he watched you pout and held the bottle out towards him with an extended arm. Reluctantly, he took it, popping the top easily as you clapped joyfully.

He couldn’t help but stare as you took a large swig. Allowing the room temperature alcohol to slide effortlessly down your throat. He watched the bob of your neck swallow and the light sweat form on your forehead. There was no stopping the twitch he felt in his trousers, his boxers feeling tighter as the seconds passed abundantly from the watch on his wrist. He could almost feel every tick and flick of the time hand. He licked his lips which seemed too dry for his liking as he swallowed hard. He stepped lightly towards you as you finally lowered the bottle, looking at him so sinfully from the corner of your drunken eyes.

“It’s okay if you want me Haru. I wouldn’t mind.” You set the bottle back on the counter and stood up. Your hips slightly cocked to show off your curves.

He didn’t say anything. He stood there for a moment, examining you. Oh the things he could do to you… but you needed to be dead by the end of the week or he didn’t get his money. A large black duffle bag filled to the brim with green wads of cash. Just the thought aroused him, and lucky for him here you were- offering yourself to him, without him even having to pay you. A win-win in his book.

Before you could say anything else, erotic feelings took over and the aroma of lust emanated from him, seeping from his pores as he moved quickly to your side. His hand squeezing your cheeks and crashing his lips against yours. He tasted of bourbon and coke with a small undertone of cigarettes. The feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth and teeth clashing in a desperate need to savor you was something you’d never experienced before. You could feel the scar tissue on the corners of his lips brushing against your skin as his other hand snaked around your waist. He was rough but it didn’t hurt. He melded into you, a song and dance suited only for you as he continued to ravage your mouth with his. His hand on your face moved down to your throat and squeezed. Your breaths became staggered as you slurred incoherent words. Twinkling stars engrossed by black filled your vision as you clawed at his arm, trying to squirm out of his touch. He didn’t stop kissing you as he opened his eyes to see the fear in yours. Your pupils so beautifully dilated as your sharp nails scraped at his forearm and chest. Begging him to stop, you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He whispered as his lips traveled up your jaw to nibble at your earlobe.

You knew it was a bad idea to go home with a stranger, especially one you had met at the private gala of the Yakuza. But still, you couldn’t deny the heat he made you feel just by looking at you. Doubt invaded your mind as you began to lose consciousness. Everything in you told you it was only creating the feeling of breathlessness, that Haru wasn’t compressing your windpipe, your brain’s signals and active firing neurons that were desperate for air because it felt like death, were too convincing to override with knowledge. You couldn’t do anything as your body went limp, Sanzu's grinning face flashed before your vision gave out and everything went black.

You felt a cool sensation on your forehead, a wet washcloth placed on your head. Your eyes fluttered open to see Sanzu on his knees between your opened legs. You tried to move your arms but they were handcuffed to the bedposts. You tried to speak but all sounds came out in a breathy moan.

“You said you wanted me too. So you can watch for a while before I start on you.” A coy turn in his lips made shivers run up your spine.

Sanzu’s fingers wrapped around his cock and started to stroke. His hand was rough and unforgiving, like his intention was to bring on his own orgasm whether he wanted it or not. He kept eye contact, only now and again leaning his head to the side from the feeling of his own hand. You couldn’t turn away, his large scarred hand rubbing up and down his pretty cock. It seemed to be about 8 inches with a beautiful soft mushroomy tip. A small bead of pre-cum dewed the pink so gracefully. A thick vein intertwined with a thinner one, running and curving up to the left side of the top. You felt a pang in your chest as he indulged himself, wanting nothing more than to be the one to touch him that way, make him feel that way.

He took his bottom lip in between his teeth as he dribbled more slick onto your thigh. And then he just stopped, staring intensely at you. He leaned over to the bedside table, pulling out a small baggie of white powder. Your eyes widened at the realization. He carefully opened it and shook it out in a line along your stomach. His head bowed down and he made eye-contact with you as he plugged a nostril and took a deep inhale, following up the line to inhale all of it. You flinched slightly when he took an exasperated exhale.

“Never done it, I presume. Well it’s your lucky day.” A sinister laugh filled the once quiet room as he moved in closer to you.

“Haru…” You spoke in a pained whisper.

He forcefully grabbed your cheeks again, pulling at your jaw to open your mouth. He stuck his index finger into the bag, collecting some of the drug, and shoved it into your mouth. He ran it along your teeth and gums, allowing the drug to sink into your bloodstream. He grinned, saying it would help you feel better. This was all for you, after all.

He bent down back to your stomach, licking up a wet stripe from where the line once was. You struggled against the restraints on your wrists, staining the skin darker, and chipped away at the wood of the posts. He clicked his tongue at you as he dove down into your pussy. You were sure your body was covered in bruises, mapping along your jaw, neck, chest, stomach and thighs. You craned your head to find the expensive dress you had brought for the gala torn to pieces and tossed on the floor. You whined and pleaded as he pretended not to hear your incessant protests. He pushed your legs up, making your knees touch your shoulders in an awkward position while he lapped at the juices spilling from your core.

But you were willing to bear the burden of guilt because right now, you were enjoying this a bit too much than you should’ve. The way he danced his tongue in between your folds, sucking harshly, and pulling your clit between his teeth. He lapped at your cunt like a thirsty man that has just found an oasis in a desert. His wet muscle, with unknown ferociousness, dipped in and out of your drenched hole, and slowly he replaced his lips with his thumb and rolled your sensitive nub of nerves. All that mattered to him was how hard he was going to fuck you.

“Haru, please…” You choked out a sob when he pulled away quickly and slapped a hand hard against your pussy.

His eyes, hidden slightly by his falling hair, were looking at you; looking at you coming undone because of him. It was certainly an ego boost to see you lose your mind over pleasure, especially over a stranger, especially over him. The man who would soon make you meet your demise, but you didn’t know that. He enjoyed seeing you babbling nonsense when your sharp tongue was just teasing him, insulting him of his desperation not too long ago.

He ignored your mewls and cries to stop as beautiful tears fell over the apple of your cheeks. You could feel a knot forming in your lower abdomen as you got closer and closer to your orgasm with each flick of his filthy tongue. The tight, bruising grip he had on your thighs prohibited you from closing them, your hands had lost their power, laying limply above you.

He pulled his tongue out of you, licking his lips sensually. The pad of his thumb still roughly played with your clit. He leaned forward until he hovered over your fucked out face.

“I’ll take good care of you. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.” And the look he gave you sent your body into fight or flight mode.

He crawled backward in small movements on his knees, taking his spot between your trembling legs, angling his dripping, angry red cock with your hole. With one fluid thrust, he bottomed out, both of you moaning in unison. His head rolled back, long pink hair falling around his shoulder blades, littered with soft freckles along the tops. He snaps into you, his hips clashing with yours in sloppy thrusts. The headboard of the bed crashed against the wall behind it. The sounds of erotic intentions filled the once desolate room.

Long, vigorous strokes.

He moves in and out of you like he's trying to send a message; pulsating waves of pleasure with every stroke of ink and slapping skin together in a series of loud punctuations. He let out a feral growl, picking up the pace even more, until his cock slipped right past your cervix. He placed a hand on your stomach, pressing down exactly where his dick was distending your skin. The overwhelming pressure mixed pain with pleasure and your pupils dilated in lust. You could feel him, in every inch of you. The veins on his cock running so smoothly against your gummy, slick coated walls. You could feel yourself clench down on him, squeezing him so tightly like it was the last time you would ever get this intimate with a man.

He keeps going, knowing you're close, as is he. Pulling the key to your handcuffs off of the string on his neck, that was bouncing and jiggling against his toned pecs. As fast as he unlocked them, you pulled yourself into him. You pressed your mouth along his neck. Licking, nibbling, but not quite marking. Smirking against his pale skin when the swears begin to roll off his tongue.

And that’s when you feel it. Hot spurts plastering the inside of your cunt, painting them in the prettiest translucent slick. He placed his hand back around your throat, making your breath hitch in fear. But this time, it was soft. Almost delicate and tender as he pulled your lips against his. This kiss was different from before. It wasn’t as desperate or begging for attention. Though the inside of your cheeks were numb from the drug of before, the sensation that coated your lips felt real. Like an apology, or words he wanted to say but couldn’t.

You could, in small amounts, taste yourself on his tongue. He had soft dew drops of sweat trickling down from his temples as he kissed you slowly. His breathing slowed and was steady for a minute, unlike his heart that beat so roughly against his ribcage. You slid your hands up his back, ghosted fingertips drawing soft shapes up his spine. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as the night around you drew to a close.

Rays of light were muffled by the curtains hanging in the window as the sun began to hem itself on the horizon. You knew you should get up and get cleaned but this intimate moment, the sighs that threatened to escape his now pursed lips convinced you to stay. Maybe he needed this- to be shown a moment of tenderness and affection. A silent promise to be there when he woke up. You didn’t know what he had been through in his life, but you allowed this innocent moment to continue.

He slowly dipped his head down onto your shoulder, a heavy weight resting as you realized he was asleep. You smiled to yourself in your still half-drunken state and held him close before lowering him down onto the pillow. The gentle flow of his messy hair, pieces falling out from the bun that once held it back. You brushed it away with your fingertips and laid down beside him. . Maybe tomorrow, you both would feel better and you had hopes that maybe he would stay. And maybe, you would be able to chip away at the rough edges and find the happiness he seemed to have buried deep in the catacombs of his heart.

Evening had once again bared its teeth, swallowing the sun whole as it fought with the moon that struggled along the horizon. Your light snores woke Sanzu up, and he laid there, marveling in your soft innocence. You were curled up next to him, a hand tucked under your chin that rested on his shoulder. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the new found darkness that shrouded them. The events of before flashed in the forefront of his mind- from the small conversation on the balcony to the rough sex you had earlier. Your smile was weaving its way into his heart and he couldn’t have that. It was just wrong.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, babbling incoherent words. Specks of moonlight sifted through the dark curtains, creating divots of illumination along your exposed thigh that hung out of the sheets. He looked to his right, the digital clock on the table read 9:09pm. He must've slept the day away between the drugs, the booze, and the sex.

He stealthily slid your hand and head off of his shoulder and delved into the darkness. He took a moment to review his plan- assessing and analyzing the risks. But all of that was just part of the job, and he had grown accustomed to it. His stolen car was right outside the hotel lobby doors and all he had was a tattered duffle bag of miscellaneous items for the job. It would be easy to carry your limp body out, playing it off as you were still asleep. He could place you in the front passenger seat and dispose of your body however he pleased. It was late enough that there would be minimal foot traffic in the hotel and outside.

He finally slipped the pillow from his side of the bed, clenching it hard in his hands. His bare feet padding effortlessly on the plush carpet underneath. This wasn’t his usual method but it seemed like the kindest one. He didn’t have to see your face as you struggled. Or your expression, devoid of emotion as life fleeted underneath his fingertips. You, however naive, showed him tenderness in the time he’s known you. So he decided this would be the way, your struggle would be feeble and brief.

He delved into the darkness, erasing the sound of his breath as he hovered over you. He stood still for a moment, counting from 20 backwards, taking in the soft sounds of your snores. You turned in your sleep, tossing the covers off. You had put on his button up sometime during the night and it was now bunched up above your stomach. Showing off the dips and curves of your hips, and the indentation of your navel as the pale moonlight reflected off of your flesh.

Now next to you, he gathered his composure, his legs shoulder width apart to ground himself and to provide leverage. As he finally raised the pillow, his shadow falling across your body, almost obliterating you for a moment, you slowly opened your eyes, looking directly at him. Your pupils grew wide and your face distorted in fear in a silent scream. But the longer you looked at him, eyes boring into his, you felt a strange comfort and your face suddenly softened.

“Don’t you know I'm falling for you, Haruchiyo Sanzu?” You spoke in a melancholic voice that stung him right in the chest.

Did you think that would stop him? Make everything better and how did you know his name?

You sighed softly at his lack of response and closed your eyes “Go ahead then, just do it.”

He lowered the pillow and a large exhale escaped his lips. He stood uncertain beside you as the sound of car engines began to fire and die off as they drove into the distance. He dropped the pillow and crumbled to his knees. You sat up halfway, leaning backward on your elbows as you looked at him. His hair was messy, and he had lines on his face from the crease of the fabric on the pillow. His eyes were lowered as he stared at the floor and his lips pursed in an unreadable expression.

“Were you really going to do it?” You spoke in a whisper.

And all he could utter was “yes” with a nod of his head.

Somehow, though, deep down you knew he wasn’t going to. You were terrified, only for a moment, without even seeing the pillow held above his head, just the facial expression he wore. Pale and cold, in that moment he held no love, no gratitude, like an eroded face of a coin. You knew he wouldn’t have the moment he dropped the pillow and fell disheartenedly. You were safe. If he wasn’t going to kill you in this secluded hotel room on the thirteenth floor, then when? You move lips in a half smile knowing he probably never would. But you pushed the subject because you wanted to hear him say it, hear it in his voice.

“You didn’t suffocate me because you couldn’t. You didn’t want to.”

He doesn’t make a sound or move an inch, still crouched on the floor.

“Haru?” You say a little louder, expecting an answer, though your voice was still calm. It surprised not only him but you as well. You felt like your insides were in a blender, pulsing and stirring at maximum speed as your heart practically broke the ribs it pounded against.

“No.” He says shakily as his eyes finally look up to meet yours. “I couldn’t.”

He frowns unsightly as lines gather like ripples across his forehead. You reach a hand down, cupping his face and he almost leans into it, which makes his scowl deepen. But in that moment- as if your fear had taken over and given you a rush of adrenaline, you kept talking. Getting out of bed to your knees in front of him, cupping both of his cheeks in the palms of your hands. As you meet his eyes, his expression drops like he doesn’t want to hear the words you’re about to say. But you need to say them. The fear you had melted away, but your blood is now hot- sizzling inside of you like needles gliding through your veins and occasionally poking you.

“I know who you are. But know that I’d never betray you, and I like you as you are.”

He looked at you, sternly and intently, “How do you know who I am?”

You laughed, wholeheartedly, tossing your head back as your hair flung behind you. Your hands moved to your sides, holding yourself in an attempt to control your laughs. “It seems that the people who told you to kill me, didn’t give you the whole story. Sit with me for a moment, I’ll tell you the truth.”

You stood up, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and holding a hand out for him which he reluctantly took. He was curious as to what you meant, the truth? He thought he knew what he needed to know, and that was what you looked like and when you needed to be dead. But there you were, eyes twinkling in the faint glow of the moonlight as you smiled so sweetly at him. And you started to talk. Telling him all about you and the connections you had. You were the goddaughter of the second highest ranking syndicate in the city, that’s why he was ordered to kill you. And you knew about this plan so your job was to allow him in, allow him to see you and get close to you. Your job was to persuade him to join your side of the tracks and leave the filthy rats he was working for behind. You told him about the safe house on the other side of town that was open for your use, and only yours, hoping he would agree to go with you.

“Slowly falling in love with you, however, wasn’t part of the plan. Beggars can’t be choosers, huh?” He could hear the nervousness cascading through the tones of your voice.

He started to see the most intimate parts of you when he followed you around. And you let him have you, in this plush bed of this thirteenth floor hotel room. That’s when he realized, you were the tenderness he was searching for. Although he won’t admit it to you, he’s falling for you too, and it’s enough to tell himself that for it to be true.

“We should get out of here. We’ve already been here too long.” He cleared his throat and stood, eyes finally turning away from you.

You nodded as you began to unbutton the shirt of his you were wearing. He gathered his things and shoved them into the duffel bag he brought. He made sure that you didn’t see the weapons and drugs he stashed inside as he grabbed every last one of the small liquor bottles from the in-room bar and threw them in too. He tossed the suit jacket on top and put on the button up as you handed it to him. It was warm and smelled of you- lavender and tequila. He didn’t bother with the buttons and watched as you tied the pieces of your dress around your figure, just enough to be decent. He scoffed to himself, thinking how inefficient traveling in that dress would be. He’d take you to a clothing boutique on the way to the safe house.

He looked at you as you zipped the dress up the side and wondered, if you were this important, why didn’t you carry any weapons or items for self-defense? He shook his head at the thought and picked up the bag at the handles. He slipped a small pocket pistol into his waistband at his back. If you weren’t going to protect yourself then he had to. He partially opened the door and peered out into the dimly lit hallway, once he felt no presence, he grabbed your hand and walked quickly to the back door leading to the staircase. You pulled your hand back and shook your head from side to side, eliciting a scowl from Sanzu.

“That’s too obvious. We should use the elevator like normal people.” To which he rolled his eyes and allowed you to lead.

You happily gave his hand a light squeeze and walked beside him to the elevator. You pushed the button to call for it and almost immediately it dinged to your floor. You scrunched your face in suspicion and quickly pulled Sanzu to the side. You knew that during the night, unless in use, all elevators are called to the lobby or ground floor. It didn’t make sense for one to already be at your floor. Sanzu pulled his gun, holding it upright in his right hand while his left hand held the bottom of the grip for steadiness.

A man and older woman stepped out, she was holding onto his arm for balance as they stepped out of the elevator. Sanzu quickly put his gun away to not cause a scene. You tried to silently step around him to get into the elevator but bumped a table and made a lamp fall. It broke as the ceramic hit the floor, crashing down in a rupture of sounds. The two of them turned to meet your nervous gaze and offered you a half-assed smile before turning back around. Before you could move another inch, they flipped back around toward you, pulling out guns and immediately firing. Bullets ricocheted around you, plunging into the metal trash can that was in between the two elevators, sticking into the walls and denting the doors. You ducked as many times as you could and Sanzu pulled his own gun out, firing back at them. He pushed you into the doors that were now closing, hoping you’d get down to safety. Two bullets fired, gliding through the air before they sunk into skin. Blood gushed out and brain matter splattered the wall to the left, slowly slipping down like droplets of dew on blades of grass. The woman fell, her eyes wide open, pupils blown, and seemed to pierce right through him.

Three shots fired back from the man and grazed Sanzu’s arm. His steady hold on the pistol wavered. He quickly took aim as he felt his blood rushing to the open wound. He took a steady breath, closing his eyes at the inhale, and opened them unhurriedly at the exhale, as if time had stopped momentarily for him. He saw the fourth bullet coming straight towards him, as if in slow-motion, he stepped to the right, tilting his head as it collided with the wall creating a divet of broken drywall and a hole for police to track later. He fired one shot back and watched as it ripped through the man’s chest. The silver bullet tore through the suit jacket he wore and cracked the bone of the fourth rib as it swiftly penetrated his chest cavity to his heart and lodged itself in his back, not leaving an exit wound.

The man tumbled backward and fell, gripping at the wound with a large hand. “He’s coming for you, you filthy rat.” Sanzu rolled his eyes and fired another shot to his throat to shut him up. Blood profusely gushed out, staining his skin crimson.

That’s when the elevator dinged again, and the doors opened. Sanzu quickly prepared to shoot, adrenaline now masking the pain he felt as his blood dripped from his elbow. There was a loud banging, like fists hitting against the inside. And when the doors finally opened about ¾ of the way, you fell out. You looked up to see him give you an exhausted look. You tilted your head innocently and quickly got to your feet. That’s when you noticed the wound on his arm.

“Haru! You’re hurt.”

“Don’t worry about it, it's just a scratch. Certainly not worth fussing over. But we have to go, now.”

As if second nature, your eyes went to the scars on his mouth. Before you could say another word he quickly ushered you into the elevator and pressed the ‘doors close’ button multiple times. As it started to descend, you ripped the bottom fabric of your dress. You moved to his side to wrap it around his arm and tie it tightly.

“You have to stop the bleeding.” You said simply before turning to face the doors again.

He looked down at his arm, noticing the intricate bow you tied in such a short amount of time. He didn’t look at you but thanked you in his mind and modestly nodded his head once. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Leaving behind this life he had, to live out his days protecting you, loving you.

The doors opened and Sanzu grabbed you. Quickly pulling you behind him as he raced to the car. A sleek black luxury car, you were unfamiliar with the logo so you didn’t know the make but it had red and black leather seats. You barely stepped in before Sanzu was already revving the engine. You were able to sit down before he started to back out of the parking space, closing the door as he turned the wheel. He sped down the bends and curves of the roads, only taking back roads until he couldn’t anymore. He veered off at an exit with no sign or distinguishable landmarks. He stopped in the town after taking a turn down an unmarked dirt road, parallel parking the car next to a white laddered fence. He unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at you.

“Coming?”

You nodded, interested in where he was taking you. He walked slightly in front of you, and opened the doors to a small clothing store. The bell above the door chimed at your arrival and a sales person, a younger girl, presumably in her late teens waved hello. You looked around at the tables and racks of clothing, everything was sorted by color and perfectly balanced. You looked over at Haru who was already pulling a black button up and trousers from the side labeled ‘Mens.’ You smiled to yourself and ran your hand along the racks of dresses along the back wall. You were supposed to find something more practical to move in, but they were so beautifully crafted. Some had intricate lace designs along the shoulders or sheen sleeves that parted at the ends like angel wings. You sighed when you turned to look at the pants, bumping into Haru, who now stood in front of you.

“Just get one. This trip is on me, anyway.” He shrugged absentmindedly.

“Really?! You mean it? Haru, thank you.” You threw your arms around him, holding him close for a moment as he felt your heartbeat against him. You softly kissed his cheek, and didn’t miss the slight pink of his cheeks as you pulled away with a grin.

You picked a few styles and colors out as well as some pants and tops to travel in before retreating to the changing room. The clerk gave a delighted smile before turning to look out the window. You called to him and once you heard his footsteps padding closer you opened the door to the stall. A huge smile adorning your features as you twirled in a summer dress. It was pale blue with a lowered neckline and straps that tied at the tops of your shoulders. He felt his heart stop and then jump to rhythm, you were beautiful. He felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sight of you.

He licked his lips and walked closer to you. Holding your face so gently in his calloused fingers, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment. And he kissed you. Wet lips melding against yours. Soft and passionate, but delicate too. You trailed your hands up his figure, fingertips dancing up his spine before falling back down to find purchase in the small of his back. All the thoughts of a once black and white world, thoughts that sewed themselves into shades of gray but the feelings this kiss elicited, such tenderness in his touch. You finally saw the world in technicolor like it was never before.

He pulled away and looked at you. “You should get changed. We need to go.” And he turned on his heels away from you.

You stood there, flabbergasted. Your hand reached up, your middle finger moving along your bottom lip to make sure what you felt was real. He was a puzzle to you, kissing you like that and then turning away like nothing happened. You shook yourself out of your trance and turned back to the stall to change into the practical outfit you chose. You held your tattered dress from the gala over your shoulder and the new dress in your hands. Sanzu ripped off the tags to his clothes and was already folding up the sleeves on his forearms at the counter. The clerk handed you a pair of scissors to cut yours off. He pulled a wadded bundle of cash, held together by a rubber band, from the pocket of his other pants. He tossed the cash on the counter and turned to the exit, waving at the young lady from over his shoulder, “Keep the change.”

You gave her a sad smile, apologizing for his behavior before rushing after him. The bell above the door chimed at your departure. You started back towards the car, looking at the surrounding shops. You squealed in response to noticing one with an enticing window. Sanzu immediately turned, hand flew to the gun on his back, ready to draw in an instant. Then he noticed your happy face, pointing to a bakery across the way. He rolled his eyes in response.

“We don’t have time for that.” He groaned as he turned back around.

“Please Haruchiyo! I’ll be quiet the rest of the trip. Promise!” He shook his head and made his way to your side.

You crossed the dirt road, skipping towards the bakery. As soon as you opened the door, sweet smells filled your nose. The melting down of semi-sweet chocolate in heavy cream for a ganache, raspberries being caramelized for a jam, and best of all, the sound of the stand mixer churning as it made fresh whipped cream. You took a deep inhale, admiring all the scents and sounds before walking over to the showcase of treats.

A man with a long beard, dark brown with flecks of grays towards the outer edges, stood behind the counter and a deep, vibrating chuckle sounded from him as you leaned over the glass. You marveled at the dollops of icing that were gracefully placed atop cupcakes of every flavor- some with sprinkles, some with crumbled cookie bits. You looked back at Haru who just told you to get whatever you wanted. You huffed at him in response and missed the way the man turned to his slender co-worker with a slight lift of his chin. And you missed how he slid into the shadows of the back as you happily pointed at the fruit tarts and chocolate layered cake.

You picked some chocolate covered strawberries and a cookies and creme cupcake that was topped with a black and white cookie. The man behind the counter wrapped them up for you and Sanzu handed him the money for it. You both turned to leave the shop, and again, you missed the side eye Sanzu kept on the men behind the counter. Once the door closed behind you, he pulled you close to his side placing his hand in the small of your back as you smiled up at him.

Crack. Pop. Pop.

Three shots fired. They broke the big glass window and it shattered instantly at the first vibration of the first bullet. Sanzu immediately pushed you to the side, firing an abundance of shots back. How did those bastards find them? He knew killing you was top priority now since he didn’t return to the hideout to say the job was done. He fired shots off aimlessly as he thought hard about how they knew your whereabouts. That’s when it hit him, the black duffle bag on the floor of the passenger side of the car. It must have a tracker in it. Dammit. He thought to himself as he swiftly reloaded a magazine of bullets.

“Y/n! Get to the car and toss that black bag into the lake on the side of the fence!” He shouted at you over the sound of the gun.

You clutched your side, getting to your feet and stumbling towards the car. You managed to open the door and grab the bag he talked about. You winced slightly in pain, pulling your hand from where it held your waist. It was painted in the red of your blood. You were shot in the barrage of bullets. Luckily, Haru didn’t notice… yet. You did as he said and crawled between the ground and the bottom of the fence, leaving a small red trail in your wake as you scuttled against the grass. You made it to the edge of the lake and walked over to a cement stand that protruded off towards the middle, probably for fishing purposes knowing the town you were in. You had made it to the edge before your vision got blurry. You cursed to yourself knowing you would pass out from blood loss soon. Not here, please. I need to- Haru…

And you collapsed into the lake, a faint splash of water echoed into the air.

A few more rounds of bullets and all the shop keepers had fallen. Sanzu sighed to himself and then turned to look for you. His eyes stared at the car as he moved closer, placing his gun back to the waistband of the pants after putting the safety back on. He noticed the open door and hoped you were seated inside; you weren’t. He felt his heart jump slightly and sweat started to bead at his temples. He walked towards the fence where he assumed you crawled through and there it was, plain as day- a smudged red handprint on the bottom laddered post. Panic started to set in as he jumped through the spaces and raced towards the lake. He noticed the concrete slab that hung like a ledge towards the middle of the lake. Faint ripples made their way to the edge of the banks and he feared the worst. Without even thinking, he dove in.

The water was murky and almost unmanageable. Weeds grew up from the bottom and tickled at his cheeks from the force of the dive. Small minnow fish scattered as he thrashed his limbs as fast as he could to find you. A small gleam of light reflected from the metal of the necklace you wore. Your limp body floating aimlessly and a faint cloud of red danced around your hip. He didn’t have time to stop and worry about when you were wounded or how stupid he was to not have noticed. His air supply was slowly running out, getting you and getting to the surface needed to be on the forefront of his mind. He snatched your wrist and swam to the soft overlaying light on the top of the water. Immediately gasping for air once he broke the surface, he dragged your body to the outer bank. The mud and small weeds clung to your clothing and skin. He coughed, spitting out water as he brought you to the flattest part of the ground to start compressions.

1, 2, 3. Breathe. 1, 2, 3. Breathe.

It wasn’t working. He was frantic, what was he doing wrong? How could this happen? As soon as things were starting to look up for him, as soon as he found the tenderness and love he needed it was ripped from his fingertips, leaving a nasty rash.

“Please, y/n. I- I love you.” Hot tears finally fell from his eyes, gliding down his face in broken patterns. They wavered as his cheeks shook from the overwhelming feeling of sorrow.

And again, he felt alone.

He leaned down, softly placing a kiss to your forehead. Your skin was cold, but he imagined it held the same warmth it always did. The warmth he had felt when you leaned your head against his shoulder on the balcony. The warmth he felt after he kissed you in the hotel room and your foreheads rested against each other. Or the warmth he felt just earlier today when he kissed you in the boutique in your pale blue dress. That’s how he wanted to remember you. Carefree, as you loved him. He couldn’t leave you there, on the banks of the filthy lake in that filthy town. So he picked up your body and carried you back to his car.

He drove down the streets in silence. Tears continued to stream down his face, but he ignored them as he smiled at you. Your skin now dull and clothes water-logged. You didn’t smile back at him, and your chest didn’t lift as you laughed at something stupid he said. But still- he smiled. Because you loved him, and even though you didn’t say it out loud, he knew you did. In the actions you took, the careful words you said, and in your touch.

He made a sharp turn up a rocky road. It bumped and teetered the car as he drove along the street, it eventually turned into a leveled brick road and led up to a small house. It had a bright blue door, matching shutters on the windows and a large front porch that a white bench swing swayed on in the wind. He stopped the car and came around to grab you, carrying you around to the backyard.

“This was my childhood house y/n. You would've loved it, we could've made happier memories here together.”

And that’s where he buried you. In the ground of the backyard of his mothers house. The only item that indicated where your body could be found was a stick that was wrapped in the red silk of the dress you wore the night of the gala. The same piece of ripped fabric you used to tie up his gunshot wound.

“I’ll come back for you. I have business to finish up.”

And he got back into the car, speeding down the road into the neighboring town. He pulled the e-brake, drifting at the corner turn. He was going too fast but he didn’t care. He eventually slowed as his car crept down a small alleyway. He got out in a rush and opened the back door to the all-too-familiar abandoned hotel. The round man looked at him, once he saw it was Sanzu, he extended out his arms in welcome.

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d return to me.” The raspiness in his voice was detestable.

“Jobs done. No body, it's at the bottom of a lake in an abandoned town.” Sanzu spat.

The man chuckled and tossed a black duffel bag at his feet. “The reward. Your service to us is much appreciated.”

Sanzu looked at his feet at the opened bag, wads of cash stuffed in every empty slot available. He grimaced at the sight of it. “You can keep your dirty money, I’ll be taking something more valuable now.”

He laughed out loud as he opened fire on the men. He fired at the largely built bodyguard men first, two shots into the chest each. He shot the rounded man in the thigh so he fell to his knees in pain, which revealed the three men hurtling towards Sanzu, he shot them in the chest, neck and head before they were even able to pull their weapons on him. And then he looked back down at the head man. Crouching on the ground at his knees, clutching the wound that seeped blood into his khaki trousers. Sanzu placed his foot on his chest and spat in his face.

“You disgust me. So die.” And he shot him straight in the head, his eyes full of fear and Sanzu’s psychotic smile being the last thing he saw.

He got back into his car and raced back to the house with the blue door. He walked around back to your grave sight and sat down on the grass. The twilight wind ruffled his hair, and he swore it smelled of you. He sighed and looked down at the torn fabric wrapped around the stick. He pulled a different gun from the inside of his jacket, emptying the barrel from all of the bullets except one. He closed it and spun it before placing it to his temple as a single tear fell from his eye.

“Don’t get too lonely without me.

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nixcwen · 2 years

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➳ passing ships | haruchiyo sanzu

Note: In participation of @fueledbysano’s Country Club Collab, I present to you a Celebrity! Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader fic. This also serves as my debut piece for Tokyo Revengers, requests are now finally open for the fandom! I hope you enjoy this work of mine!

The irritating flash of lights, suffocating smell of smoke including the strong scent of expensive liquor, and a crowd dancing to the beat was no new environment for Sanzu. Although it was supposed to be a celebration of his movie's success, there was no joy or anything tantalizing about the lifestyle he used to desire, he realized as he drank another shot.

Sanzu thought that wealth, fame, and status would make him happy. He thought that the place he was currently in would bring what he was looking for. Unfortunately, after years of trying to find it in the path he chose, nothing came out of it.

At the end of the day, he was alone. People liked the pretensions but no one could stand his truth. Who would be able to understand a problematic man like him?

He didn't know the answer then, which made him think frustration is an understatement of his feelings. What use were success, awards, and praises when he was unhappy? He settled on quelling his unstable emotion with glass after glass of bitter alcohol. Maybe he could just drown from it.

The place did not help calm down the thoughts that were bombarding him. He clenched and unclenched his hands as he asked for another bottle. Eventually, he popped his knuckles, until he decided that getting a breath of fresh air outside might help him. He looked at his surroundings once more to quietly exit, he hardly escaped the grasps of the director and his co-lead earlier that night that is why he had to subtly excuse himself while they were busy gossiping.

It took him a minute to get out of that space. After the vertigo-inducing bar comes the quiet reflection of moonlight on the infinity pool's surface. He sat on the lounge chair before it, still, he wasn't able to get contented as he heard a few people approaching. He sought yet again for a place that would bring him the peace he needs. Which he found on the modernized hut at the pool's corner.

He immediately walked towards it and right after stepping inside, he closed the curtain that prevents others' intrusion. He turned around and took a step, at the same time you were about to leave the same place. That encounter made you stumble, fall into the hut's chair mattress, staring at the Sanzu Haruchiyo's face up close with his arms imprisoning you. You were close enough for you to hear the deep breath he takes. Close enough to see the liquid slowly forming in the man's eyes every second that passes while he was staring back at you.

Stupefied, that was how you were. Of all the scenarios you could have had with your first meet, it had to be away from people, with his tears falling down your cheeks. He was breathtaking, even so, his state was also heartbreaking. He was far from the character he portrayed in his latest movie. The Sanzu you had in front of you was anything but indestructible. He was fragile.

With what little power you have, you still wanted to protect him.

In order to close the gap between you two, you carefully guided his face to your neck, trying to provide a place to bring him solace. He was hesitant but he followed your guide, soon, his weeping filled the silence of the night. You pat his shoulders without care for time.

"It will be okay, just cry your heart out for now. I'm here for you."

In response to your statement, he uttered in a muffled voice, lips lightly pressed against your skin. "Are you, really? Do you mean that?"

"Yes I am, I do."

Little by little, it seems that he was calming down. There were sniffles and crack in his voice but there were no more tears dripping down your neck.

“Is this what they call… comforting?” Sanzu asked, palm holding your hand that was just tapping him. "Even if they're empty words, they made me happy, thank you."

“If that is how you feel, then I’m glad. I don’t know how else to prove to you that my words aren’t empty, I’ll just be here until you’re okay.”

“Don’t.”

He removed his face to your neck, meeting your eyes once more. You only hummed in confusion with your brows furrowed, even so, it did not stop you from wiping the trail of tears from under his long eyelashes.

“Don’t give me hope or comfort when you’re just going to leave me.”

Your hands halted. You were aware that not all people are okay despite what they project to the world. However, from the few minutes you were with him, you got to the conclusion that the one before you is truly soaked in melancholy.

“You gave me a reason to live. If staying by your side could at least give you the comfort you need, then I would, for as long as you want.”

It has been a few months since your first encounter. Now, it was you that was wrapped in his arms, with your previous actions in question. Although he has become both annoying and excessively sweet, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. His genuine smile, lips stretched to his ears, was better than any gold there is.

Unbeknownst to you, Sanzu thought the same as he admires your face.

“Alright, alright. Will you please tell me why you said that line? That… I gave you a reason to live? It never left my mind since then. I want to know your answer. Was it because of my pretty face?”

You rolled your eyes at his statement but your smile remains the same. “Yes, it was because of your pretty face. Satisfied?”

“No am not! I was just kidding, please do tell me the real reason.” He answered, face placed to his palm, waiting for your response.

“It was from one of your movies, at the ending scene, I can still clearly remember when you said—‘When we fall, it does not mean we have to stay on the ground.’—it was as if you were talking to me, it resonated with me.”

This time, he fully embraced you. “So, this job lead you to me.”

“I believe, yes. We aren’t just passing ships after all. That’s why were still together. We were meant to give each other strength in the times of our weakness.”

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clovers-garden-co · 2 years

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you know what Pinterest you tick me off.

I don’t want to see a closeup of sanzus ass. in fact, I want to chop it off. I want to mince him into bits and pieces and put him in piranha acid to get rid of him.

if I find out that any of this shit is his fault? guess who’s gonna be on my hit list.

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mikeys-bike-slut · 1 year

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He has pretty privileges. Don't @ me, I don't make the rules.

Credit to the artist, found this on Pinterest

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jupiter-rin · 1 year

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Sketch dump 10/11/2022

Chifuyu, Sanzu, Mikey and a comission sketch :)

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theauras · 2 years

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I’m starting to think

maybe the Sanzu stans have a point

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers sanzu #just putting it out there #just sayin 👀#auras chatter!<3

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authorluvgxbby · 2 years

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forget-me-nots

Based on request here

Genre: Angst, Angst and no comfort

Bonten Sanzu x Traitor!Reader

Warnings: Mentions/suggestions of drugs, mentions/suggestions of usage of drugs, suggestions/mentions of death, mentions/suggestions of blood, injury, cursing, trauma, scars, reader dies, torture, weapons, angst

Sanzu sighs, walking over to your quivering form on the bloody floor of your apartment. How pathetic. “Now Doll~” he hums, crouching to meet you at your eye-level, bloody katana in hand, “you know the rules. So there’s no point in cryin’ now.''

True. You did know. You knew what would happen the moment you even thought about betraying Bonten. About betraying Mikey, and the consequences that would follow after doing so.

Slowly, the tip of the blade grazes your arms, now burning and stinging. The pungent odor of copper and flesh fills your once, comforting home, a smell that was absolutely intoxicating to the crazed man in front of you. You were too weak to try to fight back anymore. Your body was growing numb and losing feeling. Everything around you was slowly becoming nothing but a blur and it was getting harder to stay awake for much longer.

“S-sanzu,” you whimper, “please,” you hiccup, “I didn’t have a choice…they were gonna hurt you,” you whimpered, fresh drops of salty tears running down your cracked face and into your bleeding cuts.

He scoffs, “You idiot. You still don’t get it?”

His once amused and bright, blue eyes instantly turn as cold as ice as he casts a contorted look of disgust and disappointment, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me…or to anyone else. All that matters is the king. I thought I had made that clear to you when you first started working for me.” he sighs, pushing off his knees to stand on his feet.

“That’s right…,” you murmur to yourself, slumping against the floor as you give in to the fatigue washing over you, “I did break the rules, I betrayed Mikey, I put the whole organization at risk and that makes me a liability. But, for the most part, it was certainly worth my life.”

Your eyes were void of its usual glint of life and your body grew completely numb and cold. You rest your head against the hardened wall, now staring up at the last person’s face you’ll ever see. “I’m glad that I met you, you know.”

Sanzu quirks a brow, “You're on the verge of dying and yet you have the nerve to say you were glad to have met me? I’m gonna kill you soon.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”

Despite his cold words and his familiar unreadable poker face, you could tell that something was holding him back from killing you. Or maybe you were just hoping he’d take pity on you. Either way, you were content with what was to come.

You turned your head to watch the pendulum of the wooden clock stored in the small corner of your apartment. You close your eyes, honing in the sound of the miniscule tics counting down the last few moments of your life.

Dying with regrets was way worse than dying itself.

The grim sound of midnight struck, and finally, it was time. You slightly peek an eye out, fluttering your half-lidded eyes as you watch Sanzu put on his black leather gloves.

“Any last words?” His voice was unusually soft, almost calm. It was as if he was getting ready to say goodbye.

You grinned, “That’s awfully generous of you.”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

Your boss was never one to go back on his word. Even if he was about to kill someone. He was honest, and surprisingly, quite fair.

You couldn’t help but feel pity for him. How lonely he must be.

“Please take better care of yourself in the future and remember to water the flowers,” you smiled up at him one last time, “and if you ever want to talk…just remember I’m always here.”

And that was all.

The little twisted voice laughed and shouted in his head, mocking I told you so!

He knew it was going to happen eventually. He always knew that at some point, he’d be forced to end your life, just like the rest of the traitors murdered by his hand.

High or not, Sanzu could sniff a rat a mile away. That’s what he was good at. What he was trained to do. What he was made for. And, like all the other poor souls that thought they could get away with such treachery, you had met your gruesome demise by his hands. But, despite your actions, he still held a sincerity towards you, even after he had murdered you. Sanzu sighs, throwing his head back against the leather headrest of his office chair.

It’s been a day since your death. Most of the executives of Bonten knew what had happened, but didn’t care much, seeing how Sanzu had gone through more than just a few of his assistants. Everyone just went about their day as usual. Business was business.

Yet, the pink-haired man seemed more distant than usual, which wasn’t missed by his boss.

“Sanzu pay attention.” Mikey’s hardened voice warned.

No matter what he did, his mind was constantly occupied by you.

The things you would do on a normal day, the conversations he had with you on break, even the small things about you, he remembers it all.

And it was fucking bugging him.

His head was pounding at the thought of you. The dead traitor he justifiably murdered in order to preserve the existence of Bonten.

He runs his hands down his face, scooting up to his desk to finish the rest of the paperwork he needed to finish. Picking up some papers, he squints to read some of the fine prints, only to slam them back down on the dark wooden surface.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He glances at the left side of his workspace, studying the small flower pot of tiny blue and yellow flowers.

“Don’t forget to water the flowers.”

That’s right. You had given him those flowers not too long ago. You were so happy when you did, as if you had poured your heart into the gift itself.

He stares at it, as if it were you staring right back at him with that same bright smile of yours.

Sanzu’s fists were balled up until his knuckles showed white, his jaw locked as he glared at the pot. He gets up, grabbing the flowers and chucking them across his office.

I need to forget.

He seats himself back in his chair before hastily digging for the drugs he had kept stored in his office drawer. His hands were shaking before even sniffing the damn stuff.

Why was he shaking? He didn’t know. All he wanted was to forget everything. Forget what he did. Forget you.

He’s quick to dump the powdery contents on his desk, not caring about wasting it. Separating a good amount into four thin lines, he quickly inhales each line, one by one, ignoring the burning fumes of his nose as he finishes most of the contents.

Soon, the familiar rush of adrenaline and the blurriness of his surroundings are present to his now disoriented senses. His mind was groggy, his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he slowly fell unconscious, succumbing to the peaceful darkness of his clouded mind.

I need to forget.

Leaning back into his chair, he relaxes, letting all the tension melt away as his eyes flutter shut, letting the drugs take effect, letting his mind wander back to the past. The past with you, that is.

The first day you had been assigned to him, he thought he’d be through with you in less than a week. But, boy, was he wrong. You were different from the rest of the female workers in Bonten. You didn’t care for money, or fame, or power. Hell, you didn’t even care for sex nor spending time with the other Bonten members.

But, the one thing you did care about was him.

Every morning you would bring Sanzu his usual bitter hazelnut brewed cup of coffee while greeting him with a sickly sweet smile, and in turn, he would return it with the edges of his diamond shaped scarred lips upturned into a small toothy grin followed by his cheesy earl morning greeting, “mornin’ doll~”. It took him a while to warm up to, but you certainly grew on him. Just a bit.

What was more puzzling to him, was your caring and kind nature towards him, despite the knowledge of what he did and the things he’s done.

Whenever he was high out of his mind and curled up on his office chair, you’d always be there to watch over him and do any remaining reports he had long forgotten after seeking solace in the various substances he would carry around in his suit pockets.

Or when he would argue with the Haitani brothers, you’d always take his side, even if he was wrong or just spouting nonsense. Deep down, Sanzu could tell that you had a knack for reading people. For reading him. After all, you were around him most of the time, especially when he would mumble random shit when he was high and asleep.

When he was hurt after coming back from his usual hazardous missions, you were always waiting for him in his office late at night with a first aid kit in hand to patch him up.

When he spent his restless nights drinking his soul away in an old bar, you would sit with him until he passed out cold so you could take him back to your place to sober up.

It was almost ironic how both of you acted so similar, yet so different. It was like you had your own sixth sense that was built into you just so you could take care of the troubled man you’d grown to be fond of. Just like how he had his own to protect Mikey at all costs.

“Why the hell are you around me all the damn time? I don’t pay you to be my caretaker.” he huffs, glaring at you from across from him as you stitch up a cut he had earned not too long ago.

You giggled at his usual gruff behavior, “I thought it was obvious haru,” you grin, the nickname music to the wounded man’s ears as he fights back a smile, forcing out a frown of displeasure.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew. And quite calling me that. It’s ‘boss’ to you.” you smiled.

“All right, I’m done!” getting up, you place the medical kit back to where it belongs in the office.

Sanzu groans as he gets up, his body aching all over. Rolling his neck, he turns around, meeting your bright e/c shining eyes.

He narrows his eyes, “What?”

You hummed, “I have something for you.”

“And?” he asks, folding his arms.

You grinned, presenting a small brown garden pot, with small, bright blue flowers. You walk towards the tall man, gently taking his hands one by one to hold the pot. “They’re called ‘forget-me-nots’. I heard they bring luck and protection, so I thought I would stop by the flower shop to buy you some.”

He nods absentmindedly, “You certainly did your homework on a bunch of useless plants.”

Your smile slowly faded, dejected at his words.

“But you’ve missed a couple things.”

You pipe up at his sudden interest, eyes blinking owlishly, “I…did?”

He hums, holding the pot higher to get a better look at the flowers, “It isn’t just a symbol for protection and luck, it also symbolizes true love. The plant has a story of origin, you know.”

Sanzu waltzes over to his desk, gently placing the pot on the corner of his desk and leaning against the opposite side of it.

“The origin of these flowers were based in Germany. The whole name itself was German. The fable behind them starts off with a couple walking near the Danube River and they had came across these bright blue flowers. The man goes to get the flowers for the woman, but in doing so, the flowers were dropped and swept away by the river and in the end tells her that he should never forget him, which is how the flowers got the name ‘forget-me-nots.’ ”

He smirks at your shocked and slightly flushed expression. “I see…then, perhaps I made the wrong choice in flowers?”

“Not at all. I think it conveys quite a message.” he muses. His gaze continues to hold your own.

“I don’t suppose you happen to try to express more than just concern for my safety?” he asked.

You cleared your throat. “As a matter of fact, you're right.”

“And?”

You sigh, cheeks growing warmer as you look to the ground. “I love you Sanzu.”

He already knew that, but he just wanted to hear you say it. He hums pushing off the desk, walking over to where you stood. He brings a hand to tilt your head up to meet his gaze, “That’s quite the statement doll.” He leans over, lips hovering over your own, “Do you wanna know why I keep you around?”

“Why?”

He grins, “It’s cuz’ I love you too.”

Sanzu’s eyes are blown wide, his grip tightening on his chair as he gasps for hair. He was covered in cold sweat. His hair was disheveled, and his hands were trembling.

Why can’t I forget?

He knew why. God he wished he didn’t, but he knew.

It’s because, for the first time in his life, he had truly loved someone who loved him back, and because of him he wouldn’t be able to take your love back anymore. He wouldn’t be able to take back what he did.

“Sanzu?” you whispered, your honied voice catching the attention of the pink-haired man.

“What is it?” he sighs, not paying you any attention as he squints to read what was on the packet of documents he was looking over.

You smiled, “Don’t forget me.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “What?”

“I promise to never forget you, so promise me the same, ok?”

He looked up, staring for a brief moment in bewilderment, before pulling over his cold exterior.

“You mind if I talk with you later doll? Kinda busy right now,” he says gruffly, turning back to the documents scattered across his desk. You chuckled, bowing before exiting his office.

Glancing back to the pot of flowers on his desk, he says “I promise, I’ll never forget you.”

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