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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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Madness

I am back to where I belong and I successfully worked on the chapter I had promised. I'm so sorry for the delay.

Without wasting any more lines... please enjoy. The next chapter will be up, coming Monday/Tuesday. I had to cut this chapter in half since it was getting longer than what I had anticipated. Please forgive me, it's 5:30 am as I finished proof reading this.

Warnings : humping, cursing, mentions of alcohol, smoking, cigarette burns, fluff, slow burn angst, jealousy, toxic relationships, hurt, abuse, smut?

Minors DNI

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-Yuki❄

Sanzu x OC

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Sanzu had planned on fixing his relationship with y/n before he did anything that could make her misunderstand, that he only wanted her body. Even so, he could not stop himself from kissing her neck.

‘This much should be allowed right?’

He tried to pacify himself, because if he had to be honest, he had missed her taste so much in these past 8 years. So much, that this very moment, when he had her in his arms felt like a dream. And he was afraid to wake up.

“Say something princess.”, he whispered between open mouthed kisses.

y/n did not plan to be swayed by Sanzu, but her mind had stopped functioning, the moment he had stripped naked and stepped into the tub. Now, his kisses were testing her patience. She was struggling to stay sane under his touch.

y/n unconsciously turned her head to give Sanzu more access to her neck, while moaning under his touch.

“Nghh...... Wh-what do you want me t-to say?”, she managed to stammer. Her eyes were shut as she melted blissfully into his kisses.

Continuing the trail of kisses to reach her cheek, while slowly using his left hand to turn her head towards his own, he stopped the kisses right next to her lips. Breathing in her scent deeply, he kept his lips on her face, as he spoke into her soft skin, “Tell me how much you missed me princess.”

Before she could answer, he captured her lips with his own and licked her bottom lip asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

Lost in a Sanzu fog, y/n failed to hear what he said as her heart was beating erratically. It had been so fucking long that she felt like this.

So damned fucking long.

She opened her mouth, letting his tongue dance with hers as he tried to reach every nook and cranny of her mouth, ravishing her, as if he were having his life’s last meal ever.

As Sanzu felt that y/n was struggling to breathe, he broke the kiss. Bumping foreheads, they both panted for their breaths, as if having run a marathon.

That had to be the hottest kiss in their entire twisted relationship. Or maybe it was just that it had been so long since they’d kissed like this, they’d both seemed to forget how it had felt.

Hugging her even closer, Sanzu repeated his request as he was yet to get a reply from y/n.

“Baby, you never replied.”

“Hmm? What did you ask, Haru?”, y/n asked as she got more comfortable in his embrace while still floating on the serotonin of kissing Sanzu after so long.

“I asked you to tell me how much you missed me, Princess.”, Sanzu whispered in her ear.

y/n felt a chill run up her spine. He could not be fucking asking this question to her, trying to gloss over the past with just one fucking kiss.

‘Sanzu had no right to ask her this. He was the one who had left. How could he be so fucking disillusioned to the point that he had expected her to wait for an eternity while he was out doing who knows what.’

y/n scoffed internally as she straightened from his embrace. The scene from two years ago, of him flirting with her tormentor flashed in her mind as she thought about this. Standing up, she icily replied, “It’s getting late. The water is cold. I am clean now. Please let me go. I need to get dressed.”

Sanzu felt a sharp stab in his chest at her change in attitude. But he didn’t say anything. He knew he’d crossed a line with that question. He’d gotten ahead of himself and it had seemed to slip out of his mouth in the heat of the moment. He regretted it, but he was not disheartened. He planned to make sure that she’d never be able to leave his side. Ever.

Now that she was with him, there was no way he would let her escape. No. The pain of losing her was worse than death. He was not ready to experience it all over again. Because no amount of drugs, Sake or bloodlust would keep him sane now that he remembered what it was like to be with her.

Over time, the pain of leaving her behind had numbed itself. It had taken 7 years for that stabbing hurt to change into a dull pain he’d feel on sunny days. Because they reminded him of her. Too much. So much so that he’d curled up into a ball on the floor, because he felt short of breath and it seemed to hurt everywhere.

Ran had to break through his door once, after hearing Sanzu groan on the phone, when he’d called the junkie to discuss an upcoming mission.

But Sanzu could not utter the words out loud, that his breathlessness stemmed from his missing y/n.

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1 year ago –

Mikey was putting on his shirt as his doorbell rang. He was not expecting any visitors at this hour.

y/n had to leave. She was showering in his bathroom.

It was pouring heavily outside.

Opening the door, he saw Sanzu standing drenched in the rain. His face betrayed no emotions, however, his eyes were bloodshot.

It seemed he had cried his eyes out in the rain.

Sanzu was about to enter when Mikey placed a hand on his chest to stop him at the door.

“What do you need?”

“I need information on Nakahara. I need his files. Kokonoi said he’d submitted them to you.”

“Wait here while I go fetch them. I have a guest and do not wish to disturb them.”

“Yes boss.”

Mikey shut the door on Sanzu’s face as he pinched his eyes together.

‘What a bother that the woman he loves is showering in his own home. It would be so easy to break him. All he had to do was bring him inside and wait for him to see y/n naked except for the flimsy towel wrapped around her body.’

But Mikey needed his loyal mad dog. He was an important chess piece.

Mikey would never admit that deep, deep in his heart, he was scared of losing y/n as his mistress. If he messed up the delicate game that she was playing, then he could kiss their sessions goodbye.

And also his family jewels.

Sighing, he went into his study to bring the files that Sanzu had asked for. As he was rummaging, he heard a soft knock on the open door.

Looking up, he saw y/n wearing an extremely flimsy dress, which seemed to cover... almost nothing. It left nothing for him to imagine.

He salivated as he saw her wiping her hair while leaning on his door.

As if in a trance, he left rummaging and walked over to her as he tried to pull her by her waist towards himself.

‘I want her’, was the only thought in his mind.

Smack!

A loud slap echoed as his face started to redden from the impact.

It also brought him out of his hazy lust.

“Mikeyyy~ I think you know. No touching.”, she whispered seductively as she licked his cheek where her palm had made the mark. Blowing on it to cool it, she bit his cheek playfully as she asked, “Who’s at the door?”

Mikey gulped.

This was it. This was the moment. He could either continue just like this or change things between them.

Mikey wanted more. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin with his own hands, kiss her, be inside her.

But reality was different.

He was never allowed to touch her out of his own volition. He always had to sit like a meek dog.

‘Maybe I can change things a little.’, Mikey thought desperately. He was getting tired of humping her stilettoes every time.

He went out and asked Sanzu to give him 10 more minutes and called a guard inside.

“Hold the phone properly and take a clear picture of when I kiss the woman who’s inside. As soon as you click it, upload it to my cloud. Here.”, Mikey instructed him as he gave him his phone.

“Yes Boss.”, he replied.

Mikey then motioned for him to wait for a few seconds before following him inside.

As Mikey reached his bedroom, he gave the guard the signal to get ready as he pulled an unsuspecting y/n by her waist and kissed her as if his life depended on it. He made sure to hold her hands still as he did this because he knew, unlike him, she used her hands in a fight.

y/n was completely taken by surprise by the kiss and had no time to react. By the time she realized what was happening, Mikey had successfully pinned her arms motionless. All she could do was bite his tongue which seemed to explore her mouth thirstily.

Mikey yelped as he separated from her. His tongue was bleeding a little from her vicious bite.

“Ouch, y/n! That hurt!”

Before he could say anything more, he felt a fist connect with his cheek. y/n had punched him hard enough for him to land on his ass on the floor.

The guard who was clicking the pictures was about to drop the phone to save Mikey, when he motioned for the guard to stay still.

Mike smiled from below as he said, “That was uncalled for, but I’ll forgive you this time.”

“That was completely called for you jerk!”, she fumed.

“What had I said about the no touch rule?”

“Well, that kiss was an introduction to the amendments that I want to make to our contract, y/n.”

y/n scoffed.

“Do you even know who you are trying to bargain with?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”, Mikey grinned evilly as he stood up and walked to the guard to take his phone.

“You see, I asked him to take a picture of us kissing like two fools in love for a reason.”

y/n felt her breath hitch. She knew something was wrong. Something was not going according to plan.

“Even though we’re not, that kiss could fool anyone into thinking we’re a couple.”, Mikey continued.

“You asked me who was at the door, right? It’s your beloved Sanzu Haruchiyo. He’s here to pick up some files for work. You know y/n, he looked like a sad kitty who was left in the rain. He’s drenched completely.”

‘No! Haru no! not you. You of all people cannot know I’m here. You cannot know this dirty secret of mine. No. Please no!’, y/n started to panic on the inside.

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She was dressed in that flimsy nightgown from a set which Mikey had brought. Since her clothes were wet, she had no other choice but to wear it.

And because he was well behaved in their past few sessions, she had brought over her favorite flowers today to his house. Purple columbines. She never gifted them to anyone except for Haru. Now, she had just brought them over because it was her birthday today and she felt especially lonely tonight.

There was no need to remind Mikey that it was her birthday today. No, there certainly was no reason for it. She just didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts today.

She had ordered the bouquet from Mikey’s account overseas a week ago. They had finally arrived on time and she had picked them up and trudged towards Mikey’s penthouse. A session with him might just help her forget her lonely thoughts.

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Mikey saw the fear in her eyes. She could mask her feelings well, but he knew fear when he saw it.

Feeling his plan working, he continued to torture her more.

“His eyes are puffy and bloodshot. I think he was crying.”

“What... What do you want from me, you bastard!?”, y/n growled. She could not let her tears fall.

“You see, I want to be able to touch you too. I want our sessions amended. We fuck after a session. I want to kiss your lips as I pound into you. You’re going to let me hold you from time to time when we’re mid play as well. And most importantly, we’re going to have a set schedule to our meetings. Once every week. Saturdays. I’m not completely evil. I’ll let you rest on Sundays since I know you only have the weekends to yourself. If you can agree to these conditions, I’ll keep this picture between us. If not, I can send it right away to Sanzu. Don’t even think about trying to destroy my phone. I’ve backed it up to my cloud too.”

y/n felt backed into a corner. There was no way she was letting this scumbag get away with threatening her, but somehow, he did.

He got away and got a great deal out of it too.

No matter what, her first priority was keeping Sanzu safe and in the dark. He liked the sweet innocent her. The ‘her’ who had died when he’d said goodbye with that kiss. The ‘her’ who liked simple things in life, like hugging her boyfriend, reading books in the sun and eating ice cream in the rain.

Now, even though 7 years had passed, she still wanted to keep that image of hers intact. She could not let him know how far she had fallen. She could not let him know how much she had sacrificed so that she could have power over Mikey, thereby ensuring his safety. She just could not.

Because the ‘her’ who was standing here today was a ruthless vicious yandere bitch. The ‘her’ who would be jealous if he tried to cheat on the past ‘her’.

She knew who she had become, and that she was a far cry from the sweet girl that her Haru loved. Yet, she could not seem to let go of the past. She wanted to at least keep the façade of the sweet girl when she gathered the courage to meet him.

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Sighing out loud, y/n wordlessly walked to Mikey’s bedside drawer and pulled out their contract. She knew he kept it there. He had given her the password to the drawer too.

Picking a pen from nearby, she quickly scribbled at the end and signed.

Capping the pen shut, she walked to Mikey and hugged him.

He felt her go limp in his arms as he caught her body. This was the first time she had shown her vulnerable side to him. He felt a wicked sense of pride at knowing that this was how she was with Sanzu and yet, here he was finally getting the same treatment.

He held onto her waist possessively and dragged her into the hall. His bedroom was still filthy from their previous session. Sucking on her neck to create a hickey, he whispered to her.

“Good girl. I should have done this ages ago.”

y/n whispered back to him, “There’s one thing I won’t allow. You don’t get to have sex with me. Everything else is fine, but no dick in this pussy.”

“Hmm? Why so?”

“Because I am saving myself for my Haru. This is non-negotiable Mikey. If you disagree, I’ll kill you right now and then hang myself. I rather Haru find you and me dead, than give you my virginity.”

Mikey was stunned. The shock of knowing that she was a virgin did not seem to sit right with him. ‘She’s an experienced Dom but still a virgin! How?!’

But now was not the time to ponder over this. It also seemed like a small price to pay in exchange for getting to feel her up on a regular basis.

“Mmm... okay. I agree. I won’t put it inside you. There are a lot of other ways to get me to nut and I look forward to it~”, Mikey said as he kissed her below her jaw.

“Now go wait inside while I send Sanzu away.”

“Please give him a jacket. It’s cold outside. He’s already soaked.”

Mikey heard the quiver in her voice. His jealousy flared. How in the world had that junkie gotten such a goddess to be whipped for him, he’d never know.

“Mikey give Haru a jacket, or else you’re in for a very painful session today.”, y/n threatened weakly since Mikey didn’t respond to her.

“Alright, alright! Jeez... I’ll give him a jacket.”

Walking to the door, Mikey grabbed his own jacket which he had worn and opened the door. Sanzu was still waiting outside, shivering.

Handing him the jacket, another thought crossed Mikey’s mind as he mischievously gave one purple columbine bloom from the bouquet to Sanzu, without saying anything.

He wanted to vent his jealousy. The jealousy of how y/n was madly in love with this druggie and not him.

Sanzu’s eyes became as wide as saucers when he saw the flower. It didn’t usually grow in Japan. ‘How had Mikey gotten hold of this specific flower in this color?’

Sanzu ended up just opening and closing his mouth a couple of times. He’d forgotten how to speak.

“What is it?”, Mikey asked impatiently.

“H-How did you get a hold of this flower?”

“A client sealed a deal today and brought it over. I’m happy about it so I thought I’d give you one bloom out of the entire bouquet.”, Mikey said. He knew he was playing with fire here, but he could not help it.

“They’re her favorites! She never gave them to anyone but me. She’d said it was because she didn’t want to share me with anyone else. That I was hers and hers alone. Forever.”, Sanzu muttered in a daze as he kept staring at the flower.

Mikey controlled his surprise well behind his poker face. He knew y/n liked purple columbines, but he didn’t know the story behind why she loved it and what they meant to her. Sanzu’s words made him feel some sort of way on the inside.

It had been long since he’d felt such care. It’d been long since he felt like he belonged to someone. Like someone who cared. Even if she still saw him as her bratty sub, she still cared enough to bring those flowers to his house.

Mikey felt a rainbow of emotions in that moment. He wasn’t able to pin point if it was happiness, comfort, sadness, jealousy, pride or plain old emptiness. But there was one standing tall in all, and it was guilt.

Guilt for taking advantage of a situation.

A what if crept into his mind, thinking if he hadn’t done what he just did, would she have stopped loving Sanzu and started to love him eventually, seeing as she had brought these flowers to his house today?

Shaking his head physically to rid himself of those thoughts, he asked Sanzu, “who is she?”

“My y/n.”

“Yeah well, they’re not from anyone named y/n.”, Mikey lied through his teeth.

Sanzu felt that something didn’t add up. But not being one to question his boss, he thanked Mikey and took his leave.

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It was still pouring heavily outside.

But it didn’t seem to quench Sanzu’s thirst for his y/n at all.

He was outside Mikey’s building, walking on the pavement, while inhaling the non-existent scent from the flower. He kissed the flower tenderly, hoping against all odds that it would somehow bring y/n in front of him. But it did nothing. He was still standing alone in the rain.

Sanzu trudged along and walked aimlessly. His feet seemed to be on autopilot as he walked towards Snowdrop.

He felt tired.

Tired of waiting, tired of searching, tired of being lonely.

There was a certain purple haired man who was shamelessly chasing him, but he felt nothing for him.

He couldn’t feel the butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t feel his heart racing when he saw the elder Haitani. He didn’t blush and nor did he get any urge to be physical with him.

It wasn’t that Sanzu was straight, no. He knew he was bi right from when he’d read those yaoi mangas with y/n. He’d even ogled at men’s asses with her, just as she freely showed him hot women on the street.

They both were happy to be pervs together.

But he didn’t feel that rush of emotions with anyone but her.

So, instead of doing the healthy thing and moving on from her, he decided it was time to set Ran Haitani straight. Tell him to look elsewhere, because he was about to waste his time on a lovestruck fool like Sanzu.

He brought his phone out and scrolled through his contacts and called Ran.

Ran picked up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry Ran. I can never love you back. Because you see, I don’t have the fucking space! I’m so consumed by y/n that I don’t have the time to even breathe for another person... Fuck, I’m so sorry. I wish I could love you. Believe me, I tried in my own way, but I can’t. I can’t seem to get her out of my head even though it has been seven fucking years! Seven fucking years, Ran!!”

Ran panicked internally. He could hear the heavy rain and Sanzu’s speech was coming in short gasps. He cut him short and asked with as much patience as he could muster, without letting his anxiety creep out.

“Sanzu, sweetie, tell me where are you? let’s meet and talk okay? You don’t sound so good.”

“Fuck you Haitani! You had one job. One fucking job!”, Sanzu continued to sob into the call, ignoring Ran’s questions.

Ran meanwhile put the phone on speaker and checked the GPS on Sanzu’s phone. All the guilt he had felt for the past one year for installing the tracker on his phone seemed to be washed away when he saw Sanzu’s pin beeping close to Snowdrop. Quickly grabbing a couple of thick jackets and his car keys, he all but flew to the garage, all the while making sure that Sanzu kept talking.

“Yes sweetie, tell me what was my job?”, Ran asked as calmly as possible. Keeping Sanzu on the call was important. He sounded as if he was about to do something stupid.

His hands were shaking while opening the lock to his car.

‘Please don’t do anything stupid. Please.’, he prayed.

“Your one fucking job was to fall in love with someone nice, someone who can give you the time of day and love you back. Why’d you have to fall for a wreck like me, you retard?”

Ran controlled his emotions as he said in the same gentle tone, “Mhm, and what gives you the right to say that you are a wreck?”

Sanzu’s rage boiled over as he growled into the phone, “Fuck you Haitani!, what’s good about me? Huh? You’re just wasting your time on me. I cannot love you. I will never love you. We will never fuck. Because I still love her and I will die loving her. Even if I cannot see her, my heart does not have the space to allow anyone else into it... I... can’t... anymore...”

Sanzu began sobbing softly in the end. He was feeling his heart beating erratically, while there was a slow burning fire beginning in the pit of his stomach.

A car swerved to a stop in front of him as a bumbling Ran flew out of it.

Ran rushed to Sanzu and hugged him into his own jacket.

Sanzu was drenched to the bone.

But Sanzu felt like the cold had seeped into his heart a long time ago .

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Ran had helped him a lot in the past couple of years. At first, he was reluctant to accept Ran’s help, but he’d slowly started to open up. Not completely, but still; he’d spoken about y/n to him on more than one occasion. He knew he was taking advantage of the fact that Ran had feelings for him. But he just felt so lonely at times. He’d gotten himself shit drunk every time before he would have the courage to sink into Ran’s embrace and reminisce about y/n. He knew he was hurting Ran, but he was too far gone in his own pain to stop this reckless behaviour.

Ran, on the other hand was ecstatic. He was used to getting what he wanted the easy way. He had the money, the good looks and the power to get it all, but this was Sanzu. Sanzu had it all too. He was also an elite of Bonten. In fact, since he was Mikey’s second in command, he actually had more power than Ran.

Not that Ran would force Sanzu into anything. No. He was not that kind of a person. But it had been more than a year and Sanzu was still acting oblivious to his feelings. So, when Sanzu finally started melting slowly, he was delirious with joy. Even though he knew that Sanzu was only using him because he missed y/n, nonetheless, Ran was the only one privy to the pink haired druggie’s deepest thoughts, desires and emotions. Something which no one knew, except for y/n.

‘But she wasn’t here, was she? She had broken his heart and was somewhere far, far away.’ She was conveniently out of the picture. Ran had grandiose dreams about being Sanzu’s knight in shining armour. He planned on being the shoulder, Sanzu could lean on when he felt heartbroken, so that he could comfort him and end up making him fall in love; show him that unlike that woman, he would be there for his beloved junkie.

But now she was back. No matter how much he tried, he had shamelessly fallen in love with her when he’d seen her in the dingy cellar. Even though her face was covered with blood, grime, cuts and bruises, he still found her so fucking attractive, that he had groaned internally. Why the fuck was his taste so twisted? He had gone and fallen in love twice in his life, and the same two fucking people were in a relationship.

Ran was sure if he died, the root cause would be heartbreak and it would be because of these two star-crossed lovers that he’d gotten himself involved with.

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After getting out of the tub, y/n walked towards the bed where Sanzu had laid out the bathrobe for her. Wrapping it around herself, she padded towards the mirror to see how bad the damage was. It hurt just below her chest every time she stretched even for a little bit.

The room was dark, save for the continuous dim soft night lights that ran throughout the room at the bottom. y/n was about to switch on the light which lined Sanzu’s mirror, when one of his hands covered hers over the switch and the other covered her eyes.

“I’m sorry I misspoke before. Please rest for today. The doctor will be here shortly. I do not want you getting hurt. Please, y/n, just lie down and the doctor treat all your wounds.”, Sanzu said in a soft whisper in her ear.

He felt tears on his palm which was covering her eyes, yet there was no sound. He was furious at the two scum who had made his y/n feel like this. He planned to make a quick call to Ran once Sakamoto was done bandaging her wounds.

Sanzu moved both his hands to her waist as he gently guided her to his own bed. After helping her lie down in a position which she deemed the least painful, he flipped his phone open to call Sakamoto, who was waiting nearby.

“Come up now. She might fall asleep so treat her wounds with utmost care. If not, I’ll get Tsubaki to ‘help’ you.”

Sakamoto felt the bone chilling threat that Sanzu had promised. He was usually never called by this man. Even if he was, he was always asked to cause pain to the person he was working with. He had never been able to, but over the years, he’d steeled his stomach and learnt a few torturous methods of healing people from Tsubaki.

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Bonten had Tsubaki and Sakamoto. They were opposites of each other. Though both were doctors; who were friends since childhood, it was always the boisterous Tsubaki who had bossed over the meek Sakamoto. If Tsubaki was the one who filled anthills with water, Sakamoto was the one who would free the butterflies which were caught in nets. No matter which angle an outsider would see from, they looked like two people who should never get along well. However, Bonten knew better. Everyone except Tsubaki knew, that Sakamoto was crazy in love with her. He always had been. It was the reason why he was able to handle the requests he was given by Bonten.

Tsubaki was always called when they needed to torture yet keep people alive. She was ruthless in the way she helped take care of wounds on the people to be tortured. She never used anaesthesia. There were a few times when she had performed operations and surgeries to collect kidneys without anaesthesia, just because the face of the goods didn’t look good. Mikey had kept her around for the very fact that she was just as ruthless as the others in Bonten. However, her only condition was that Sakamoto be hired along with her. She always saw him as someone who needed to be protected by her.

Sakamoto could never handle hurting insects, much less humans. So when he was hired by Bonten, he had retched out his insides the first time he was forced to remove a bullet from Kokonoi’s stomach. This was because Koko had stupidly asked him to not give him anaesthesia and then howled at the amount of pain that he’d gone through.

Sakamoto had managed to keep still till he reached his house, a two-bedroom home that he shared with Tsubaki. Once inside, he’d rushed to the bathroom and hurled the whole night, while Tsubaki took care of him. Suffice to say, the affection he’d felt from Tsubaki that night spurred him on, in a twisted way to try and learn torturous methods of cure, just so that he could come back and get babied by Tsubaki.

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Sakamoto entered Sanzu’s house. He’d never been here ever before, so he was pleasantly surprised to see Sanzu’s house so neat, chic and modern. He’d half expected him to live in a rich dump littered with cigarettes, drugs and bottles of alcohol strewn around.

Sanzu stopped Sakamoto at the door and whispered menacingly.

“If she’s asleep, don’t you dare wake her up. She’s extremely tired and needs to rest. Even I know that much. And don’t touch her unnecessarily. I’ll be right beside you to break your fingers if I feel you even thinking a single dirty thought about her.”

Sakamoto gulped audibly. Who was this woman who had Sanzu behaving so possessively? Nonetheless, he nodded in agreement as he was led to Sanzu’s bedroom. Sanzu meanwhile moved towards the kitchen to prepare a bowl of rice porridge for her to eat if she were to wake up in the middle of the night.

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y/n was lying peacefully, tucked into the plush covers. Even though the room was comfortably dark, she was wide awake. Now that it was safe, and the adrenalin was no more fueling her fight or flight instinct, she felt horrible pain take over every part of her.

After being coddled by Sanzu in the tub and also while being tucked into bed, y/n finally felt reality hit her. How a co-worker that she knew had turned out to be the person who wanted her dead with no dignity left; how Sanzu and his Bonten elites had reached just in the nick of time to save her and most importantly, how her gamble had miraculously worked. Smiling to herself, she waited for Sanzu to return.

However, the man entering the room was not Sanzu, it was a stranger. Sanzu was nowhere to be seen. Although he gave off pleasant vibes, y/n was not one to risk it. She tried to move, only to feel her body give up on her. The abuse from the past week coupled with no sleep had made her body like stone. The only thing that seemed to work was her voice.

And so, y/n screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs.

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Sakamoto flinched when he heard her scream. He stopped in his tracks. Sanzu pushed past him to walk towards y/n. He swiftly grabbed her limp body into his arms as he shushed her.

“Baby, I’m right here. Shh, it’s alright.”, he cooed tenderly to her.

Once she seemed to calm down, he whispered to her, “He’s the doctor I called over to take a look at your bruises. Don’t worry, you’re safe here. No one will ever trouble you ever again. I’ll always protect you, my princess.”

“C-can you p-please stay beside me? I don’t trust anyone but you, Haru. P-please.”, she stammered out of fear.

“Of course, I’ll be right by you. Okay?”

“Mmm”

Sanzu kissed her cheek as he moved to the other side of the bed to sit atop the covers. He felt a sick sense of pride at seeing the woman he loved being afraid of everyone except him. He casually started cooking plans on how to continue and encourage this behaviour so that she could never leave him.

She needed only him. No one else. There was no need for her to have contact with anyone else but him.

That way, he could keep her safe and always with him.

He held her shoulders gently and made her sit up as he signalled Sakamoto to come over.

Sakamoto finally came in and placed his bag beside her. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he first checked her pulse on her wrist. He could feel Sanzu glaring daggers at him as he did so, since he had to hold y/n's wrist.

“l/n-san, I’m a doctor, so please don’t feel shy to tell me things, okay? I can help you better that way.”, Sakamoto took on a gentle tone as he spoke to her. He felt as if he was trying to tame a cornered wild animal.

“Okay, Dr. Sakamoto.”

“Good. Now, tell me where all does it hurt?”

“Umm, well... it hurts a lot when I try to stretch or stand up straight. And I feel like my skin is burning everywhere. I’m holding in the pain.”

“l/n-san, I am lifting your robes, okay? I need to see if there are bruises.

“No Sakamoto! You are not touching my woman anywhere or going to look at her naked body.” Sanzu snarled as he instinctively pulled y/n into his embrace.

“Ow, Haru, it hurts. Let him check since he’s a doctor, besides, you’re here for me, so he cannot do anything.”

Sanzu’s twisted pride at her words tried to make it’s way in the form of a smug smile on his lips. Not one to show his emotions to outsiders, he tried to nonchalantly say, “Hmph, you better keep your mind clean Sakamoto. And I dare you to breathe a word about her to anyone.”

“Calm down Sanzu, I am a doctor first and foremost. And you already know that I have someone I cannot seem to get. I have no interest in Ms. l/n like that.”, Sakamoto huffed. He was starting to get pissed off at how possessive Sanzu was behaving. But he dared not voice it, for he knew how wild Sanzu could get if he got mad.

“l/n-san, it seems that you might have bruised your ribs.”, Sakamoto said as he touched y/n just below her breasts. She had winced and gripped Sanzu’s hand tightly.

Sanzu held in his jealousy because of the way she squeezed his hand. He could feel that she was barely holding onto the scream and the entirety of it was directed in the painful grip that she had over his palm.

“Sanzu, I need to bandage the lower portion of her body, so you need to hold her still. l/n san, this might hurt a little bit, so please bear with me. You need to keep the lower half of your body straight for a couple of weeks so that the bruised ribs do not get aggravated.”

“Mhm, okay doctor.”

“Ahem, Sanzu, I need your help here. l/n san, are you able to lift your arms up?”, Sakamoto asked, as he gestured by holding his arms at shoulder length.

“Let me try...”, y/n raised them just a little and yelped in pain.

“Hmm, I figured as much. Sanzu, please support l/n san’s arms so that they can be held at shoulder length while I wrap the bandages around her torso.”

Sanzu grunted in agreement. He then gently slid his arms below hers and very slowly lifted them higher and higher as Sakamoto had instructed. It looked as if y/n was leaning on a window sill. A handsome, lithe, strong window sill that had bright pink hair and chiseled features.

Once Sakamoto was done wrapping her up, he pulled out an ointment from his bag and handed it to Sanzu.

“You need to apply this and wrap up the places where she has these types of red bruises.”, Sakamoto spoke as he pointed to the red welts on her arms.

“Don’t worry, l/n san, this ointment will help cool the bruises. Since it’s a little oily, wrapping the area in a bandage is cleaner.”

“Thank you very much, Doctor Sakamoto. I do feel a bit better now.”

“Mhm, please call me if you face any other problems.”

“I will.”

“No she won’t. You’re not allowed to look at her body the next time.”

“Haru!”

“What!? He’s already seen enough skin. He should be thankful that I haven’t blinded him yet.”

Slapping her small palm on Sanzu’s mouth, y/n smiled sheepishly as she said, “Please do not listen to him. I will call you if I have any further complications.”

Immediately turning to Sanzu who was about to lick her palm, she retorted, “Don’t you dare lick my hand Haru, or else I’m leaving right now!”

Sanzu stopped his tongue on time. Even though she could not escape in her current state, he still took her threat seriously. He could not afford to lose her again.

Sakamoto hid his fear behind a mask of his business smile as he packed up his things. He dared not show his shock at the fact that such a tiny weak and frail woman was able to tame the wild card of Bonten to such an extent.

Sanzu was known to not listen to anyone except maybe Mikey at times, when he felt like it. The rest had to send in their requests to him via Mikey if they needed any sort of help from the resident druggie.

So, seeing him so meek and tame, listening to the woman sitting in front of him like a good little trained dog shocked Sakamoto to the core. Sanzu was the equivalent of a well-trained, vicious Doberman Pinscher, which would bark at anyone coming close to it’s baby master. However, his behaviour towards her was a complete 180 degree turn of what it was towards others. He’d turn into a fluffball who would be walked upon by her and yet, he’d just smile and let her be.

If Sakamoto was honest, he had nearly pissed his pants the moment he saw her playfully putting her palm on Sanzu’s mouth. He fought his reflex to warn her against doing so, because he had seen how delicately the druggie had handled her while he was wrapping her bruised ribs.

Standing, Sakamoto bowed to the two love birds and left towards the entrance.

Sanzu kissed y/n's cheek as he said, “I’ll see him out and bring you a bowl of porridge. Till then, here’s the remote to the TV. Find what you like and wait for me, okay?”

“Mhm... don’t be too long and don’t harass the doctor please. I’ll be very angry if I know that you have. He was only doing his job.”

“...”

“Haru, you won’t get a taste of my pussy ever, if you do anything to the doctor. I. Mean. It.”

“Okay okay! Jeez, I was just going to threaten him a little bit.”

y/n pouted and closed her legs as if to show him what his punishment would be.

Groaning, Sanzu ran a hand through his hair as he promised not to do anything to Sakamoto.

Grumbling to himself over how the stupid doctor had cockblocked him, he went to close the door. He knew long before that Sakamoto would have run away but he still wanted to mess with y/n for a bit when he said that.

Sanzu waited for the porridge to be done, as he stood in the kitchen. He called up Ran in the meanwhile.

“Hey pretty boy, finally remember me?”, Ran’s voice came a little more grumpier than he wanted to sound.

Sanzu sighed audibly and pinched his eyes as he spoke softly, “Ran, stop it... You know I can’t meet you like before.”

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Unknown to Sanzu, y/n heard this as she was standing close to the entrance of his bedroom.

And it hurt.

It hurt to know that she was the only one stuck in the past, whereas he had moved on to another man.

Not even a woman, but a man.

Not any man. The man who put Gods to shame.

Haitani fucking Ran.

She stood no chance of getting him back.

Slowly walking towards his bed, she switched on the TV and set the volume loud on some random channel. Her mind seemed to be in a mess.

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Oblivious to the fact that y/n had heard him, Sanzu continued on the phone.

“I never led you on, Haitani. We’re just friends. Be glad that I consider you one. Because no one else fits the bill.”

Swallowing his jealousy for y/n, Ran laughed it off and said airily, “Now now, don’t get your panties in a bunch Sanzu-kun. You know I always flirt with you. Don’t take it seriously, unless you have fallen for me~”

“Cut the crap and listen.”

“Such a spoilsport. What do you need done?”

“What’s the status of Kriss and Naoki?”

“Sir! Bullets were removed in the most painful manner. Tsubaki had a ball. She made them scream till Naoki passed out. Kriss, is still screaming since the past few hours. Tsubaki seems to be taking her time, saying that the bullet was shattered, so she’s still plugged her ears and is removing the bullets with blunt rusted tools.”

Sanzu smiled evilly. He had high hopes from Tsubaki to torture the two rats. She had outperformed. It was close to 11 at night and if Kriss was still screaming, it had to be a good 4 hours by now.

“Good. I need you to do a couple of things.”

“Anything for you, my master~”

“Ran stop flirting and listen to me for a goddamned minute for once!”, Sanzu screamed into the phone. He slapped his hand on his face when he realized what he had screamed and how, y/n might have heard it. Peeping into his room, he saw her watching the television.

Sighing to himself, he hissed into his phone, “Listen here, you little shit. I don’t want to mess things up with y/n. You of all people know this. Don’t, please, I beg you, please don’t do this. I don’t want her to misunderstand.”

Ran felt a pang of hurt. It seemed that replacing his hard-earned place in Sanzu’s heart was very easy for Sanzu. It hadn’t even been a few hours since y/n had entered their lives and Sanzu’s attitude towards Ran was back to what it was 5 years ago. It was all back to square one between them. The only difference: He had begged to be left alone.

Sanzu never begged anyone. It seemed there was still hope for him if he could play his cards right.

‘Sanzu, I fucking helped you to try and get over her and this is my reward when she came back. Fine. I’ll get you, or her. No matter what, I will fucking be the third wheel in your relationship.’ Ran thought maliciously.

“Okay lover boy, I’ll flirt less with you. Tell me, what do you need?”

“First, tell Tsubaki she’ll get the promised amount and a bit more by tomorrow. I cannot leave y/n alone tonight, so I’ll wire the money to her once I inspect her handiwork.”

“So you’re not coming here as you promised?”, Ran asked sounding like a puppy left in the rain.

“No, I am not. Which is why I need your help with the second thing.”

“Hmph, I’m doing it, only because you have a pretty mug, you druggie.”

Sanzu chose to ignore Ran’s flirting as he continued, “Pull out Kriss’s nails completely and dip her fingers in hot bubbling beeswax. Any other wax which has a higher boiling point and can hurt more, that will work too. This will be step one of her pain. She hurt my princess so she deserves a lot more. I will personally make her life a living hell. She is going to wish that she was dead.”

Sanzu let out a crazed laugh as he finished speaking.

Ran shuddered for a second. He knew Sanzu was ruthless and usually kept this form of torture only for those who had crossed Mikey and/or taken matters to the very extreme. It was also the very last torture that he’d used. Hearing him say now that this was step one, chilled Ran’s bones.

‘How precious was l/n y/n to Sanzu that he was pulling out the big guns for her revenge?’

“I’ll be coming by tomorrow morning to see how it’s going. Make sure that tonight, all her nails are pulled out and her fingers are dipped into the wax.”

“Isn’t it a little excessive for the first step?”, Ran questioned. He wanted to probe how far Sanzu could go for this girl.

“...”

“Sanzu, you there?”

“Ran, I am giving this order as your superior, as Bonten’s second in command. Do not question me unless you want to be treated the same way.”, came Sanzu’s cold declaration.

“... You don’t need to get so uptight. I’ll see to it that it’s done. Make that woman scream all night.”

“Good.”, Sanzu sighed. He then continued in a deflated voice, “Nothing is above y/n for me, Ran. Nothing and no one is above her for me. I’ll stoop to the depths of hell for her. Ran, you of all people know how much she means to me. Or at least I have blabbed about her to you. I know I have.”

Ran could hear how tired Sanzu sounded. Feeling guilty for adding to his stress just now, he whispered into the phone, “Haruchiyo, I’m sorry. I know it all and yet, I said things I should not have, I promise, I will help you get revenge for l/n-san. Please don’t be mad at me.”

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Sanzu could sense that Ran was close to tears with the way his voice quivered at the end. He’d only called him Haruchiyo when he thought Sanzu was drunk out of his mind, when his voice was laced with his passion.

Sanzu had heard him go on and on a couple of times, when Ran had poured his heart out to the druggie, thinking that he was drunk and out cold. Those were the two times, he’d heard Ran call him Haruchiyo.

Sanzu realized what calling him Haruchiyo meant to Ran.

It was the way y/n always called him Haru.

This was Ran’s way of showing his affection. The affection, which spilt into their conversation today.

Ran would do anything for his ‘Haruchiyo’.

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Ran was the one who had comforted him. Because he was madly in love with him.

But he sounded hurt as he apologized and asked Sanzu not to be mad.

And Sanzu finally realized why.

He was asking Ran to help him with his revenge for y/n.

He was asking the man who had a crush on him to help with his revenge for the woman who was his love rival.

Sanzu felt like shit.

He opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t know how to comfort this man.

Luckily, Ran ended the call before things could get awkward.

Sanzu switched off the porridge which was done and slumped to the floor with a thud, clutching his head.

This triangle was becoming a lot more complicated than he had expected.

And it seemed that the storm was just beginning. Someone was bound to get hurt.

“I don’t wanna hurt you Ran.”, he whispered to himself.

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Even with the TV on, y/n had heard Sanzu yell, asking the elder Haitani to stop flirting with him. He had sounded exasperated. But there seemed to be a sort of closeness even at that volume.

The type of closeness that she’d shared with him eight years ago.

And it stabbed her like a sharp knife.

Here she was, waiting for him for eight fucking years and he had hopped off into the arms of another man.

‘Baby, had I seen this happen two years ago, I would have left you alone to be with him. But blame your own bad luck that we met now. I’ll make sure that I’m the only one on your mind. And I will tame the Haitani for trying to steal you.’ y/n thought maliciously.

She heard the thump of someone falling after a while, so she rushed outside, only to hear Sanzu whisper to himself, “I don’t wanna hurt you Ran.”

She stopped in her tracks and grinned through the pain.

‘I’ll make you watch, Haru. I’ll make your life a living hell for cheating on me.’

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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I apologize to all those who are waiting for Sanzu's princess updates. It's just that, some things have been happening in my personal life which are unavoidable right now. And Sanzu's princess is my love child for Sanzu. I don't want to spoil the story with badly written chapters.

So I will update the next chapter in a few days time, once things cool down irl.

Until then, for those who are fans of Dabi, if you remember, I had said I would write a oneshot for him.

Although it's not yandere, it's angsty, just like how I'm feeling right now, so feel free to enjoy this short piece...

Dabi one shot here.

- ❄Yuki❄

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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Freedom

Dabi x reader

Warnings - dark angst, mentions of death, killing and torture, kissing.

Minors DNI.

So here is a Dabi x oc oneshot because I have been in a very emo state this past few days...

I turn to Dabi every time I feel low because I relate a lot to him in my life. A scary lot. To add on top, we're birthday twins as well. Sometimes, I get this scary feeling that the author must have seen my life in a dream while designing Dabi. From his character, to his backstory to his pain.

Anywho, I'll stop rambling now and share the oneshot which I wrote for him.

Please excuse any errors since this was a super short rushed work thanks to my emotions.

- ❄Yuki❄

"Is it time?"

"Not yet. Patience love. It will be time soon."

"Mmm ... I cannot wait Dabi~ I wanna spill blood so bad!", she whined into his ear.

"So do I. We've both been waiting for this for a long time. Let's go crazy when we're in there, but let's make it count.", Dabi replied while stroking her hair.

They both were perched on a roof, waiting for Endeavor to meet up with Mr. Kurosawa.

Y/n was Mr. Kurosawa's daughter. He'd been the one to abuse and kill her mother. But no one seemed to believe her when she tried to get help. Instead, Endeavor had chosen to take Mr. Kurosawa's side in the case.

So, y/n had gone to the one person she knew who could help her.

Dabi had taken y/n under his wing. He'd trained her to use blades in the league of villains and then practiced with her so that he'd fire up her blades as she seared her opponents instead of just cutting them.

All of this has happened in a span of two years.

In these two years, they'd also fallen madly in love with one another.

An opportunity had finally shown itself.

Kurosawa was visiting Endeavor for a favor in his office.

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The perched couple waited impatiently for the two sinners to be in clear view.

Dabi had procured a couple of guns, both of which had bullets made out of quirk cancelling materials. They'd painstakingly melted quirk cancelling handcuffs to form bullets and two daggers.

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Once y/n saw both the scum men, she smiled a twisted smile as she turned to Davi and said, "Now's our time to shine sweetie. I'll meet you outside. Be ready to escape like we'd planned."

"Mhm ... Good luck princess."

Dabi kissed her forehead as he jumped with her.

He quickly shot three bullets in succession towards Endeavor and dropped her inside the window.

Endeavor was stunned and could not move thanks to the quirk cancelling bullets. He fell to the floor and tried his best to shoot flames towards the window, but he was powerless.

Y/n crashed inside as she slashed at Kurosawa, forming a huge X shaped gash on his torso.

As Kurosawa lay bleeding, she smiled wickedly at his pained face, saying, "This, is for mom. You fucking piece of shit! I'm going to gut you like a fish and kill you; send you to the hell that you belong to."

Before Kurosawa could say anything, she placed the tip of her blade in his mouth and screamed Dabi's name.

He wasn't around, but he'd heard her through the earpiece and made his flames flow towards her.

The flames seemed to know the path to her blades as they made them glow red.

Y/n then pushed the blade deep into Kurosawa's throat and saw him gurgle blood before becoming a lifeless corpse.

She then moved to Endeavor and did the same.

"It's done. Get ready.", she spoke into her earpiece.

Y/n then jumped out of the building, landing onto the sidewalk on her feet. She could've fooled anyone watching into believing that she might be a cat.

"Let's roll!", she said, as she felt the rush of adrenalin in her.

Dabi coolly smashed his lips to hers, kissing her harshly. She seemed to return it with the same vigor.

He felt light and free.

Just like how she felt.

As if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Revenge always felt sweet.

Especially if it ended in death.

Death of the person who'd tormented them.

Freedom felt great.

Both put their shades on as Dabi put their favorite song on loop.

Down to ride - YOUNGDIVY

He sang along to the lyrics as he drove away in their Lamborghini Aventador at breakneck speed.

"You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde."

#Spotify #dabi and me are birthday twins #dabi oneshot #angst oneshot #bnha #bnha dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x oc #dabi x reader

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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Aah I'm so sorry for the delay. I've come home for a few days till Easter so I'm trying to work on the latest chapter of Sanzu's princess as fast as possible, but my parents keep peeking at my laptop... I cannot write smut while they watch my screen, no sir, I'll be thrown out and disowned in a heartbeat... 🥲

You have no idea about how miserable I feel for not posting the next chapter fast enough, but I want it to portray the darkness in both Sanzu and y/n so it's getting a little complicated. I will try and upload the next chapter latest by Sunday.

Until then, here's our resident druggie to keep everyone company. 💖

If lost, please return him to ❄️Yuki❄️ for he is Yuki's lover~

- ❄️Yuki❄️

#Sanzu's princess #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu #bonten sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #sanzu akashi #sanzu haruchiyo smut #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu x y/n #sanzu smut #sanzu x you #yandere sanzu #yandere oc

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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My luckiest roll till date! I swear, if you wish for something wholeheartedly, it will manifest! ( I kept dreaming about an Ayato roll where I got more than one copy of his in a single 10 pull - lol, delusional me )

Although it wasn't two Ayato's, I got 2 5*'s in a single pull... 😍

I now dream about another Ayato coming home in another 10 pull... Wanna make him C1/C2 so bad... 🥺🥺🥺

#genshin impact ayato #kamisato ayato #lucky roll on Ayato #hoyoverse has blessed me finally #all that money was well spent in the past #just for this #genshin impact

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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Would anyone believe that Sanzu's Princess was supposed to be a oneshot because I was pissed at someone irl?

Lol, the frustration of interacting with that person had pushed me to write a oneshot where Sanzu would save the MC. I had made a post about it a long time ago. It's here.

However, since I never got the time to pen it down at that time. I actually completely forgot about it. 😓

*Yuki❄ apologizes for this*

Someone then found this post and commented asking me if I had posted this, and I hadn't. They had commented on the same day I'd gone out drinking with a few friends.

Sitting at my favorite restaurant, sipping on some lovely chilled Sake, it struck me, why not make it a short series?

The next day, I went to visit a really trendy, upscale liquor store, which had this lovely bottle of Sakura flavored Sake, which is best served chilled and is slightly on the sweeter side. It's not too sweet, but pleasantly sweet on it's way down.

Here's a picture of the bottle which inspired the whole series. I still cannot believe just looking at it had me thinking about Sanzu and the whole plot to this series. Istg, I wish I understood my brain better 😶

Suffice to say, I fell in love with the taste and so... Sanzu's Princess was born. 💖💖💖

This picture is from wall.alphacoders.com. I saved it as my laptop wallpaper and it's just too gorgeous to not share. 💖💖💖

Update on the series : I'm sipping on the Sakura flavored sake, as I write the next chapter~

Here's a really small snippet of the next chapter which will be up in a day or two.

Madness

Sanzu had planned on fixing his relationship with y/n before he did anything that could make her misunderstand, that he only wanted her body. Even so, he could not stop himself from kissing her neck.

‘This much should be allowed right?’

“Say something princess.”, he whispered between open mouthed kisses, which started from her shoulder, trailing higher.

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1. For those who stumble upon this post, feel free to read the series here. Minors DNI.

2. I won't be adding tags to this post because it's not the actual chapter, just Yuki's❄ ramblings on this series. But I will tag everyone who asked me to, once the next chapter is posted~

Until then~ ❄❄❄ Yuki ❄❄❄

#sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu #bonten sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #sanzu akashi #sanzu haruchiyo smut #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu smut #sanzu x y/n #sanzu x you #yandere sanzu #sanzu fanart #sanzu fluff #tokyorev #sanzu x oc

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Anxiety

A/N: So I did finish this one on time... and had a bad scare that about 3/4th of the work was gone when word malfunctioned. thankfully I didn't have to rewrite a lot~ Phew...

Anyways, here is the next chapter. please enjoy~ Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

Warnings : mentions of r*pe, gore (as always, as it's a yandere series), master-slave play, hints of SM relationship between y/n and Mikey, humping, cursing, mentions of alcohol, smoking, cigarette burns, fluff, slow burn angst, jealousy, toxic relationships, hurt, abuse, smut?

Please stay away if the above themes trigger you.

I proofread this at 4am, so please forgive me if you find any errors.

Minors DNI

taglist is open

-Yuki❄

Sanzu x OC

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Taking a deep staggering breath, Sanzu gently untied y/n. He pulled out his pen knife to cut the ropes, but thought the better of it, since it would chafe her skinny wrists. He kept it back and opted to slowly untie the knots. His fingers shook a little because he was nervous.

Ran had never seen the junkie be so soft with anyone or anything before. He was jealous. He’d been chasing Sanzu since the past couple of years, but he’d never gotten to see this side of him. It hurt, but he knew that from the very beginning, Sanzu had never led him on. He had foolishly thought that if he pursued him long enough, Sanzu would eventually give in and try dating him for a change. Now, this woman had ruined all his plans. It wasn’t her fault per se, but it still hurt.

Sanzu finished untying her and removed Ran’s coat from her shoulders and passed it back to him saying, “Thanks for saving her Ran, and covering her up. Here’s your coat.”

Ran understood the hidden meaning behind his actions. ‘Don’t touch her a second time or you’re dead.’

Sanzu then shed his own coat as he put it over her hunched shoulders. Buttoning it up around her middle, he gingerly put one arm around her back and another under her knees as he picked her up, bridal style. She seemed to flop into his embrace, with the same hollow expression.

She still didn’t speak.

Before making his way up, he turned to Ran and Rindou, saying, “Those two, I want them at Snowdrop tonight. Ran, I need a complete description of what happened here. Rin, phone Tsubaki-san and tell her that Sakamoto needs to be at my residence in the next couple of hours or else he’s a dead man. I’m taking your car, so get Koko to arrange another one for you guys here. I’m taking her home. We cannot use her in this war against Nakahara and that’s final. If Koko has a problem with it, ask him to call me.”

Rin started walking behind Sanzu so as to open the door for him and give him the car keys. He knew better than to mess with Sanzu when he was in work mode and not high.

Kriss heaved a sigh of relief as she saw Sanzu walk away. She was safe for now. Maybe only this Ran guy was dangerous and crazy. Sanzu actually was cute and a little better looking than Ran. She might as well get on his good side so that Ran would not hurt her. The only issue was the filthy bitch in Sanzu’s arms. She would have to try and get a way to be close to the two of them and kill her so that Sanzu could fall in love with her.

She’d had enough of this backstabbing business from Naoki. The idiot was still passed out in a puddle of his own piss.

It wasn’t very nice when she was backstabbed by someone, but she failed to see the irony of the situation.

“Rin, I’ll call Koko for another car, you should call Tsubaki and Sakamoto.”, Ran replied as he flipped open his phone to call Koko. He was not going to be happy about this, but Ran knew that when it came to matters concerning y/n, Sanzu was crazy enough to even defy Mikey. Koko was not someone who could get in between.

Sanzu called out from the top of the rickety stairs to Ran, “Ran, make sure Tsubaki removes the bullets from the two down there. Tell her she needs to use her expertise with blunt tools and no anesthesia. I’ll give her a bonus if she can make the two scream their lungs out. Tell her... tell her, the bonus will be more than what Koko usually offers. I’ll be checking up on them tonight.”

After hearing this, Kriss was shocked out of her mind. She cursed herself for thinking that Sanzu was the sane one out of all these lunatics. Blinded by her rage, she prayed that Sanzu would inflict as much pain on y/n as he had planned for her and the idiot Naoki beside her.

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“Upsy daisy! Gosh bitch-chan~ you are fat!”, Ran huffed as he pulled Kriss to her feet. He needed to vent, vent his jealousy at how y/n and Sanzu looked good together. Vent his anger at not being able to get either of them in his bed. The two times in his life that he’d liked a person genuinely, were the two people who were in love with one another. He was sure that going forward, he’d be plagued with dreams of a threesome. He was the 1 to Sanzu’s 0*, but he was ready to switch if this cutie was in the picture, so that he could have the best of both worlds.

Anyways, now was not the time to get blue balls day dreaming about the two. Now was the time to have some more fun with the people who had messed up y/n. And making Kriss walk till the car with the bullets in her knees seemed to slightly pacify his anger.

She winced at every step and climbed the stairs slower than a 90 year old.

“Now now bitch-chan~ if you don’t walk faster, I’ll let your limbs taste my baton.”, Ran threatened.

“No! I’m sorry, I’ll walk faster. Please! No baton! I’m sorry!”, she cried. These people were crazy. Even Naoki was unable to come up with such ideas to torture people. But then again, his head was ruled by his dick, so all he could come up with was getting her gangbanged. She looked down to see him still lying unconscious.

Ran who was just behind her, noticed her looking at Naoki.

“Do you like what you see?”, Ran taunted.

“N-no!”, she whispered as she turned away to walk faster.

Ran snickered. She was in for a world of pain once Sanzu would take over the matter. He had to get his own anger out before Sanzu could begin, else he would never get the chance. No matter how green with envy he was, he was more pissed about the fact that this woman tried to hurt someone close to Sanzu. It didn’t help matters that he had also fallen for y/n. If he was honest with himself, he could not wait to see her once she was completely healed and healthy. There was only so much that he could imagine. He planned to at least befriend her if he could not get a taste of her.

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Sanzu placed y/n gingerly into the front seat of the car and clicked the belt shut, while making it lose enough so that it did not dig into her already bruised skin. He then closed the door and turned to Rindou.

“I’m dumping the trash here. Take him with the other two to Snowdrop. Do whatever is needed but keep those two filthy morons from the basement alive till I come. I need to know who did this to my baby and I need to take revenge.”

“Koko said he’s sending Kakucho with a car. He’ll be reaching in 10. I’ll stay here with this one until he arrives. Go take her home.”

Sanzu then opened the trunk and roughly dumped Nakahara on the ground before driving away.

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The ride home was quieter than a graveyard. Sanzu was trying to control his anger as every time he turned to look at y/n, he felt a sharp pang of hurt. Meeting her after so long should have been a joyous affair, but it seemed like fate had other plans.

y/n on the other hand still had the dazed look on her face. She didn’t bother initiating any sort of conversation with Sanzu.

Unable to bear the silence any longer while they were waiting at a red light, Sanzu asked her glumly, “How did this happen?”

“...”

“l/n y/n, I’m speaking to you.”

“...”

y/n flinched yet she still stubbornly kept quiet. If she was honest, it hurt her that he called her by her name instead of princess. ‘Was he really over her? Was she the only one holding on to a love they had promised would never end? Were all the concerns, the tears, the trembling and the shaking all an act in front of her tormentors so that she would not lose face?’

He’d always called her princess. It was rare that he used her name, let alone call out her full name.

Sanzu sighed audibly as he banged his head on the steering. He hadn’t seen her flinch when he spoke as his gaze was locked on the traffic ahead of him.

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y/n could not bear it. She felt that she was the only one who was stuck in the past, the only one still hopelessly clinging onto a promise which, at the end of the day was broken, just like her heart; by the very man sitting beside her. She was thankful that he and his friends had rescued her, but if this was how he was going to greet her, she wished that she rather be tormented to death and not be saved by him. Because that way, in her mind, her Haru would always be in love with her. He would not have broken her heart like the way he just did. This indifference and anger hurt a lot more than the physical bruises that she had.

She looked at her dusty and dirty palms. They were skinned and dried blood scabs were everywhere. Closing them into small tight fists, she took a deep breath to clear her mind before unbuckling the seat belt. Just as she was about to reach the door lock, Sanzu turned and saw her trying to run away. His heart started pounding loudly.

‘No! you cannot leave me again!’

Thinking this, he roughly held her wrist and pulled her closer to himself. y/n hissed loudly. Her wrists were already sensitive because of being bound for so long.

This brought Sanzu back to reality. He let go as if he had touched a naked flame. He did not want to hurt her even more.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry y/n. Please, let me just help you dress those wounds. Please don’t leave right now.”

Saying this, he cautiously pulled her face closer to his as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. He knew if he kissed her on her lips, he’d end up ravishing her, and right now, she needed to be handled delicately. He knew if he kissed her now, being delicate would be the last thing on his mind. So, he opted to place a chaste kiss on her forehead instead.

‘So he just wants to dress my wounds and let me go. Hah! What was I thinking...? that he’d ask me to stay? That he’d kiss me just like he did before? Wake up you dumb idiot! he didn’t even want to kiss you on your lips right now. It’s just because of old times sakes that he’s being nice to you. I need to get the fuck away from him before my heart can shatter even more.’, y/n thought as she sat back obediently in her seat. She planned on running away at night, when he fell asleep or when he went to deal with the two scums, as he had promised the man with the slicked back purple hair, Haitani Ran, was it? So he’d ended up joining forces with the two brothers just as Mikey had planned 8 years ago.

Just as Sanzu kissed her forehead, the light had turned green and the vehicles behind them started honking loudly. Clicking his tongue, he swiftly pulled the seat belt over y/n and clicked it back in place, as he drove away to his house.

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Upon reaching the underground garage, Sanzu parked his car close to the elevator. He got out and signaled one of the bodyguards standing near the elevators to open it. He then quickly walked to the other side of the car to carry y/n. She was barefoot and had very minimal clothing, except for his coat. He glared at the fact that her kidnappers had the gall to strip her to this extent in this cold weather. He mentally made a note of this and planned on returning the gesture ten-fold when he met them later.

“Wait here for a bit, I’ll be right back”, he said curtly as he shut the car door with a slam. Ran had already seen her like this and he already regretted it. He’d be the last person to see her half naked like this. No one else was worthy to lay eyes on his beloved. He planned to bring a blanket to cover her up.

y/n visibly flinched at him shutting the car door so loudly, but he missed it as he was already walking towards the other guard stationed near the elevator.

‘He abhors me... it’s not even hate anymore. I’m just an eyesore for him. I need to get away from him as soon as possible. Need to contact Mikey as soon as possible.’ y/n thought as she sat dejectedly in her seat.

The guard quickly brought a rayon blanket from the backroom. It was cleanly folded; however, the material was very stiff and itchy. because of the level of discomfort it brought, no one had used it and it was the only spare one at the moment. He knew very well how crabby Sanzu was about used stuff, so he dared not bring the ones which were used by the others, for fear of his life. No matter how comfortable it was, it was used.

Sanzu was pissed off even more to see that it was so uncomfortably stiff just to hold. He pulled the guard close by his collar as he snarled, “Why the fuck have you brought me this trash? Get me something better or else I will skin you alive right now!”

Even though Sanzu was clearly one head shorter than the guard, he still struck fear in the people he threatened. He wasn’t Bonten’s number 2 for no good reason.

“Y-yes boss, I’ll bring something better right away.”, the guard mumbled and scurried to bring something else.

“Get me a sheet instead of a blanket!”, Sanzu yelled as he pinched his eyes closed with one hand; the other resting on his hip. ‘No one was competent enough’, he thought disgustedly.

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y/n was planning her escape in her mind. If she let Sanzu help her with her wounds now, she was bound to fall deeper in love with him, even if he ended up using her, she knew she would never be able to walk away from him. For he was her ecstasy pill. She knew he would be bad for her but she still couldn't stop. This was because eight years had changed a lot of things. He was no more the sweet soft-hearted boy that she knew. Neither was she, the simple sweet girl he knew her to be. They both had changed; a number of sins tainting their hearts. Maybe their love was just never meant to be.

Now, even thought she's met him after so long, her heart thumped wildly in her chest. But it did not seem to be the case with him. It felt more like he was taking care of her because of the burden of their past relationship. y/n could not handle this. Even if she was physically and mentally abused and exhausted, she still had enough brains to know where to draw the line. She had enough pride to let him go if he had no love for her anymore. She was not one to cling onto something which was never meant to be hers. Right?

Right?

The scene from a couple of years ago flashed in her mind, which shamelessly crumbled her pride. It seemed to flip a switch in her.

She would have her revenge, if he hadn't been faithful to her till now.

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2 years ago, Mikey’s residence –

Mikey is on his hands and knees. He can only see a pair of long legs, bare except for the black stilettos with red soles as he gains consciousness. One is crossed over the other and the owner of the said legs seems to be leisurely swinging them. The room feels foreign, even though it is his own bedroom. He cannot see her face, but it didn't matter because she had the gall to sit on him, as she smoked her menthols, the minty smoke filling the room. ‘She must have finished at least a whole pack’, he thinks as he tries to move his hands. They seem to be tied. Turning his head, he sees that they’re tied up neatly with a thick hemp rope. It does not hurt, even though it seems to chafe his skin.

“Don’t bother moving. You won’t be able to anyways.”, the woman says as she continues to blow smoke rings into the air.

Mikey recognizes her voice easily. No one can strike fear in his heart except for her. He would die before admitting this to any living being though. No one knew this, except for the woman sitting on his back, and he intended to keep it that way. What would people think if they realized that the infamous gangster Mikey was actually afraid of a petite office worker. He did not want to think about it.

“I’m here for an update.”, she says, as she gets up and walks to the nearby table to pour herself a drink.

“I always send it to you over email. Why are you here this time?”, Mikey asks her.

“Hmm... Good question, Mikey-kun~”, she says in her sickly sweet tone. She knows that he hates it when she speaks like that. It’s exactly why she continues in the same manner.

“Mikey-kunn~~~, my feet hurt in these heels. I wanna sit!”

There is an ornate chair right beside the table, but she doesn’t make any move to sit on it. Mikey grumbles inwardly because he knows what she means.

He asks her, “Where would you like to sit?”

“The balcony please. It’s so stuffy here. I want to sit in the balcony.”

Mikey glares at her, yet, schooling his expression, he reluctantly says, “My Lady... Everyone can see us from there.”

“Is that so?”, she muses. Chuckling softly, she continues, “But isn’t this a penthouse? Who would dare to spy on The Great Mikey?”

Mikey is tempted to say, ‘You’, but he knows the consequences of pissing her off. It’s not something that he wants to experience when he is tied up like this.

Without another word, he starts to crawl with his tied hands and ankles towards the said balcony.

“Faster Mikey-kun~ my feet are hurting me. If I don’t sit now, I will have to use the footrest”, she whines.

‘Fuck!’, Mikey thinks as he crawls faster towards the balcony. He is ashamed to admit it, but he seems to be getting a hard on. It was all thanks to her saying that she would need her footrest. He did not want to get aroused by this, but apparently, his dick seems to think that it is a great idea.

Once Mikey reaches the balcony, he obediently gets into position on his hands and knees, bending enough so that she can sit on his back. His palms are splayed on the floor as he waits to feel the familiar softness of her rump on his back. But it never comes. Looking up, he instead saw her still standing near the table, with the wine glass in hand. Having adjusted to the darkness that enveloped them, he can clearly see the dark expression on her face as she wildly throws the glass in the direction of his bedroom door. It shatters with a loud crunch, while the light pink liquid spills freely everywhere.

‘What could be the reason today?’, Mikey thinks.

“Miikeyyyy~~~~the glass broke. My Sake is wasted~”, she whines loudly.

“It’s okay, I’ll buy more for you later if that’s what you want.”, Mikey pacifies her through gritted teeth.

“I don’t want Sake. Instead, I want something else.”, she says in the same disgustingly sweet tone that he hates so much.

She then walks towards him and pushes his shoulder upright with one foot, so that he is sitting in a kneeling position. Turning, she drags one of the chairs from the balcony towards him and sits on it in front of him.

If Mikey is honest, he would rather she sit on his back than on the chair. His humiliation today would be no joke. He sits extremely still, with his tied hands covering his dick.

It was safe to point out by this time that Mikey is completely naked right from the moment he's regained consciousness. She, on the other hand is wearing a black lace babydoll which barely covers her tits and ass. This coupled with the stilettos is something that Mikey wishes he can enjoy with his lover, but it has to be this crazy bitch. Today, she has effectively ruined his fantasy. No matter how hot she looks in it; no matter how much his dick throbs at seeing her in this outfit, he still hates her because he knows, she hates him back. She hates him because of what he’s taken away from her.

He'd never thought that she could become such a threat, else he would have killed her when she was a powerless innocent girl.

“What? Scared already?”, she asks wicked while rubbing the front of her heels on his face, just below his chin. Mikey will never admit it out loud, but the shiny smooth black stiletto feels good against his skin. It makes his dick stand even more.

“Hehehehe, having fun, are we?”, she asks as she sees how this seems to turn him on.

Mikey tries his best to will it to go down. Sadly, nothing works.

“...”

Mikey doesn't reply.

She then moves her foot to slowly rub his growing erection. Mikey cannot stop the moan which gurgles involuntarily from his throat.

“Hmm... Wouldn’t it be nice if we could livestream this on one of those huge billboards in Roppongi? Show the crowds a wild show? Of how much, the scary Mikey of Bonten gets his hard-on from being rubbed by a shoe? You don’t even seem to need a handjob. Is this your style, Mikey-kun? Rough play?”, she asks him purposely as she brings his face closer to her own.

Mikey’s face burns red. However, her words seem to spur him into an early release.

“Oh! Look at that, you lost it with just a few dirty words and empty promises of exhibitionism yet again.”, she chuckles as she sees how his cum covers the toe of her stiletto.

“Clean it up”, she says authoritatively.

Mikey turns to take the nearby pillow from another chair to wipe it from her shoe when she uses her other foot to stop him by digging in the sharp heel into his bare chest to push him back into place.

“Nuh uh uh... what do you think your using? You’re going to smear it all over. Lick it up and clean it.”, she threatens while digging her other heel deeper into his chest.

If only Mikey could rip her into shreds, he would. But deep, deep down in his heart, a place he keeps locked away from everything and everyone, he begrudgingly admits to accepting the fact that being degraded by this woman is more rewarding than any vanilla sex that he’d had till date. She is also the only person on earth who can bend him over and fuck his ass raw, and he’d still let her.

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Because she’d proven to him 3 years ago that she was strong enough to kill him in a fair and square duel.

Someone who was stronger than him, who was hot as fuck and who knew the line between pleasure and pain. That was who she was. If Mikey had to admit it, he seemed to have mixed feelings for for her. It seemed to be a mix of lust and admiration.

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He bends low as he starts to slowly lick his own seed from her shoe. She waits patiently for him to finish, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the night sky.

As he is done, she pats him on his right cheek while saying, “Good boy.”, and then continues to put out her cigarette on his left shoulder.

He howls from the burning sensation of the ashes on his skin, yet he dares not to make any sudden moves.

She continues to press the end of the cigarette butt on his shoulder, trying to put it out thoroughly as she says, “You still dirtied your mistresses’ shoe. It’s only natural that you should be punished.”

Mikey thinks that he is past all the humiliation for the night, only to see his shameless dick getting hard at the fact that his body is being used like an ashtray. ‘Fucking shit!’, he thinks.

Once the cigarette is out, she flicks the stub over the railing and crosses her legs again as she sits still. It is starting to get cold, as the moon climbs higher into the sky. Mikey is still sitting on his knees, naked, with his wrists and ankles tied up.

“We need to talk business.”, she says seriously.

Walking into his room, she rummages through his closet to find his bathrobe and brings it out. She then walks behind him and unties the ropes. Throwing the bathrobe on his face, she walks back inside to his bathroom as she says, “rub one out or not, I don’t care. I’m getting dressed. By the time I’m out, I want you to be in business mode or else...”

He knows playtime is over. He deftly covers himself up with the bathrobe. His dick is still poking through the robe. It is clearly making a tent, but he chooses to ignore it. Getting out his phone, he quickly calls a couple of guards who are outside to come in and clean up the shards of broken glass which litter his bedroom floor. Once this is completed, he moves to the hall and man spreads himself on the couch with a glass of Gin. He sips it slowly as he brings out the choko he keeps for such meetings. It is completely black with swirling branches which have blooming bright pink Sakura painted on it. It is a one-of-a-kind pair. He’s gotten them made on her behest and keeps one of the pair of choko in his house.

The other is with Sanzu.

It is one of the things he was asked to gift to Sanzu. she’d paid him in full for the cost of the choko.

Mikey goes on to pour a fill of Sakura Sake into it. It is the only drink she drinks.

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She comes out dressed in her usual attire. It is always the same outfit; a snug fitting black sleeveless crop top with a turtle neck, paired with an extremely short black umbrella skirt. This outfit seems to be coupled with a pair of fishnet stockings and black gothic Lolita shoes which have one too many buckles on them. She has also changed her hairstyle back to a pair of pigtails, from the up do that she usually keeps for their trysts. All of this, with heavy dark makeup and a bunch of accessories completes her ensemble. The accessories seem to adorn her neck, ears, wrists and fingers. The only thing constant between her mistress personality and her usual self is the pitch-black nail paint with tiny silver stars.

It always takes her about an hour to change back to her original self after such sessions, so Mikey usually has a lot of time to plot her murder. However, he fails each time because she always leaves him with a boner.

Unsatisfied.

Desiring more of that poisonous high that humans chase.

It is like keeping a dog barely fed, and then sending it into a vicious dog fight. It will win for sure, because it knows that those meagre scraps of food are given only if it wins.

She sits beside him, leaving enough space for a tray between them. Before getting comfy, she picks up her choko, takes a whiff of the drink, savoring it to her hearts content and then gently sips it.

This always seems to mesmerize Mikey no matter how many times he sees her drink. It could be because of the fact that no matter how much of a tough exterior she puts on, the moment she sniffs the floral sweet drink, her expression changes drastically for a split second. It is a mix of melancholy, tiredness and nostalgia, yet she smile into her choko while sipping the Sake, as if all these feelings will be washed away with that one sip, refreshing her soul.

It seems to mesmerize him because he sees a part of himself in her. The fleeting expressions of her true self, seem to gently bubble up to the surface because of the floral fragrance, only to be blown away, as if they are foam on the beach; with that one sip of Sake. It also makes him envious of her because he still cannot seem to find that one thing which can give him the sweet release from his own demons.

Once she finishes her first drink, she gently places the choko on the table. Mikey leans in to pour her another one, but she declines saying, “I’m done for today.”

Mikey sits back quietly with his own glass of Gin. It is rare to see her have only have one round with the choko. Something must be really bugging her for her to decline the drink.

“I want to see him.”, she says, while glancing between her twiddling fingers and his face.

Mikey chokes on his Gin.

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She’d asked specifically to never meet with him. She’d always asked him to send updates about Sanzu’s life every month. He would usually draft the email contents by himself, as he did not want any other Bonten member knowing about this deal of theirs. If they messed up, or told Sanzu, and Sanzu looked for her, it would be the end of him and Bonten. She had sworn to spread the video of him moaning and begging like a bitch in heat, for her to use her foot to get him off; all across Japan. He knew she could and would do it. Not only that, she had also threatened him with the lives of the people he’d held dear to his heart when he was a part of Toman. She had sent him proof of how ruthless she could be in the form of a nasty scar on Emma’s forehead. She’d said that it was just to show him that even without provoking her, she still would have the upper hand.

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Even though Mikey had cut ties with everyone from his past, deep down, he still, felt enough for them, to make sure that they would be safe at the very least. He did not wish for them to come to harm or die. And she had promised exactly that. If he didn’t do as she told him to, she would kill everyone one by one.

Hearing this, he’d tried to get rid of her, only for her to successfully bait him, that fateful night, into shameful positions and made him beg her, with tears in his eyes for a release. She had broken him to such an extent, that by the time sunlight seeped into his room, he was a crying drooling mess, writhing under her boots, begging her for release; his cock standing upright all night. He cried and begged to rut against her foot, if only for a few minutes, just to get rid of his painful erection.

He’d passed out from the pleasure of being able to find release, as he’d humped the sole of her boot like a dog in heat. She’d sat still while looking disgustedly at his fucked out expression, sipping on Sakura Sake. Once he was awake, he tried to get his bearings right, only to find that his limbs were sore and hurting all over. He tried to move his arms but found them tied behind him. He was naked and was sitting in a kneeling position and could not feel his legs. ‘How long was he made to sit like this?’

“Seems like you are sober enough to get your bearings now.”, she said in a bored tone.

“You fucking bitch! What have you done to me?”, he screamed.

Grinning evilly, she asked, “Do you really wanna know, Mikey~~~?”

He gulped. Why did she sound so confident that he’d messed up?

“Let me show you a glimpse of what happened over the past 36 hours.”.

Saying this, she pulled out a camera which was hidden in between her breasts and pulled out it’s memory chip.

Connecting it to the nearby laptop, she switched on the projector and turned Mikey’s head towards the adjacent wall with her foot.

“Look, the show’s about to begin.”

Mikey was horrified to see himself enjoying the pain from all the ‘punishments’ that she gave him. It was obvious that she had drugged him with a powerful aphrodisiac, but he wasn’t supposed to enjoy the pain so much, right?

As he continued to watch with the same horrified expression, he shamefully started to remember how good it had felt. His face could not get any redder but it did.

The worst part of it all was when there was a knock at his door. He’d whined and wiggled on the floor, while licking and sucking at her calf, begging her not to leave him. His guards were still pounding on the door loudly. Clicking her tongue in exasperation, she’d gone to the door and they had pushed past her to check up on him as he had not come out for a whole day. They said that the other executives were concerned as he hadn’t even picked up their calls. What they did get to see was his fucked-out expression. She had gone on to coolly mention that their boss was into this sort of stuff and that she was his mistress. They were to say that the boss was fine and didn’t want to meet anyone for a few days. If anyone questioned more, then they should be ready to have their heads blown off. She then asked them to sign NDA’s.

Mikey was thankful that she had asked them to stand guard and not change the guards till he came out, as she didn’t want a repeat of this nonsense all over again. He was thankful because this would make it easier for him to clean up after the people who had seen him like this. Except for her, he could not make a mistake and let them live.

But for now, as he watched, he saw that he was so far gone into experiencing his pleasure that he’d lolled his head to the side and grinned at the two guards. The guards looked uncomfortable as they returned to their posts. She had then called out to them saying that they were not to be disturbed until she or Mikey came out.

After watching it with her, she grinned as she untied him fearlessly. He tried to lunge at her, only to fall, face down since he did not seem to feel his arms and legs after being tied into that uncomfortable position for so long.

“Now, I’m taking this chip with me, and making many copies and keeping them safe in different locations. If anything happens to me, they’ll be leaked. Take your time to think on whether you want me as your enemy or if you want to have a symbiotic relationship. I’ll be back in 3 days for the answer.”

She’d then pulled him by his hair and kissed him roughly while biting so hard on his lower lip, that it drew blood. Spitting the blood, she started walking away as she said, “this is to ensure that the people who see you should think that you had sex and did not just cum like a bitch from humping my stilettos. I’m doing you a favor. Be thankful.” She smiled evilly as her hair covered her eyes when she left, that day.

Mikey grit his teeth as he looked down, only to see himself erect as a flagpole. ‘Fuck, she could turn him on by just biting his lip.’

Once he could walk, he’d showered, dressed, loaded his revolver and sat in his living room. He’d then called the two guards and asked them who exactly had asked to check up on him. They’d nervously fidgeted around until he shot one of them in the knee and the other on his shoulder, narrowly missing the vitals. Wincing from the pain, they were quick to reveal that it was Sanzu.

Pinching his eyes closed, he then asked them what they had told Sanzu. they’d replied quickly that they’d not mentioned anything of what they saw in his bedroom, just like the lady had instructed them to.

Mikey felt relief wash over him as he realized that the most dangerous situation had been averted. Thanking them for keeping it to themselves, he told them to get back to their posts. The guards heaved a sigh of relief as they bowed to him and then turned to hobble off towards the exit. Mikey then coolly pumped a couple of bullets in each guards’ head.

There could not be any loose ends with this matter.

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There were about 5-6 such meetings before she brought out the contract for him to sign. Mikey held his head in his hands as he read it over and over again. What had he gotten himself into?

It was an iron clad agreement in a way that he was threatened into signing it. If he didn’t sign, many people would die. He’d get to see them die, lose his dignity and then die a dog’s death himself. If he signed, things would be simple, but it was like living with a ticking time bomb. Things would always be dangerous for the Bonten executives. He hadn’t bothered much about what happened to them, but with this agreement, he was forced to bother about Sanzu, the man who had followed him here from Toman. The agreement had the following rules -

No matter how much Sanzu looks for her, put all her files under tight security. She did not want to be found out by him. She would look for him when she felt that the time was right.

1. Updates about Sanzu were to be sent to her every month.

2. If she wanted to give Sanzu something, Mikey would be the one to hand it to him, but never tell him who it was from. Mikey could take credit for it by saying that he’d gifted it to Sanzu, if he was pestered, but he could not explicitly say it.

3. If Sanzu were to ever be in a situation where he was in mortal danger and he perished or got hurt in any way which caused permanent damage, then Mikey would pay the price in the form of getting severed limbs from people he knew. If Sanzu died because of this clause, then everything would end, for ex-toman members, for the Manjiro family and for Bonten. If Mikey tried to fire Sanzu for the reason that it was difficult to hold up this contract, it would still cause Mikey a lot of damage, as his sex tape would be leaked.

Mikey was glad that he had signed the agreement blindly that day, because after signing the document, they’d had a couple more trysts like the one which was recorded. The wily minx had playfully confessed during the third time that she had recorded him every single time she’d degraded him and all those were added to the library of his shame. They were all being uploaded to the copies which she had, slowly piling up on the content for his blackmail. Had he not signed it, she would still keep having these sessions and she had planned to release them all if he’d said no. He was horrified yet thrilled and had cum faster than the previous times after imagining the tapes being leaked.

He would never admit it, but he looked forward to their pain-pleasure sessions and hoped and wished that she’d come to him in a horrible mood. Because every time she was pissed off, she vented her anger in this manner on him. He’d grumble for a bit in the beginning to keep his dignity, but always ended up fucking her shoe. And it was always the same black shoes with the red soles. She’d brought them with her the first time, and after that left them in his closet.

Mikey may or may not have wiped them clean with the softest cloth when she wasn’t there.

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Once Mikey has successfully calmed down from the Gin entering the wrong pipe, he looks at her with a surprised expression.

“Why now?”, he questions. He selfishly thinks about how he doesn’t want to lose his mistress.

“Why do I need to give you a reason?”, she curtly questions him back.

It stings, but he knows she is madly in love with the junkie. He is but a stress reliever for her. She has never let him fuck her till date. Nor has she ever touched him. It is always him cumming from humping her feet like a dog. He longs for a taste of her, but he knows she will never be his.

He had ruined any form of a civil relationship with her a long time ago. This master-slave pain-pleasure play is the only thing he can get from her in this life.

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What he never realized was that, the chance for even a simple friendship was ruined the day he’d sent the threatening text message to Sanzu. It was she, who had replied back with a ‘Yes Mikey. I’ll be there.’

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“Fair enough. How do you want to set up the meet?”, he asks her, while masking his jealousy and hurt.

“I won’t meet him directly, but I miss him so I want to be able to see his face, even if it’s just for a little bit.”, she inadvertently speaks out her real feelings.

After a pregnant pause, he says, “He visits Snowdrop almost every day with another Bonten executive. I think they’re planning on getting wasted come Friday, since a big job just ended.”

“Thank you, Mikey. You surely have improved a lot more since the first time we met.”, she teases him gently, as she stands to leave.

Mikey is surprised at her playfulness. He repeats to himself over and over, that his heart did not just flutter at that little improvement in their relationship. In the past 3 years that he’s known her, there has never a time when she was not hostile to him.

Not one to miss an opportunity, he calls out to her, smirking, “So you can actually be nice?”

“Yeah, but you don’t deserve it. Tonight, you gave me information that I desperately needed, so I thought you earned some niceness from me. Don’t get used to it though.”, she replies without turning.

If Mikey is being honest with himself, the hurt he feels from her cruel words is worse than being shot in the heart. But since he does not plan on being honest, he brushes off the lingering feelings.

Nonetheless, still trying in his own broken way to salvage any sort of relationship that he can, with her; other than the one that they currently have, he replies back, “Still, thank you for being nice to me. I will not take it for granted.”

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Snowdrop, Friday, 8pm –

It was finally the day that y/n would get to see Sanzu. She had come to Snowdrop with her office colleagues. Everyone was in a mood to let loose and have a few beers while laughing on lame office themed jokes. It had been a long couple of months on trying to close complete this huge project. It had finally ended today. Not surprisingly, it was also y/n's birthday. Kriss had made it a huge deal saying that the project would not have been completed on time had it not been for the overtime put in by y/n today. She had sacrificed her birthday to get this project done. But to be honest, everyone had put in equal amounts of effort over the past couple of months, to get this done.

But the way Kriss had said it, it sounded so condescending and ugly. It had felt as if y/n had forcefully asked for praise from her, and that Kriss, as her superior at work, she was forced to comply by saying good things about her.

y/n looked extremely uncomfortable as she was met with a mix of various emotions from her colleagues and the other superiors. It ranged from anger to jealousy to outright scorn. y/n could not bear it any longer, so she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

As soon as she left, everyone started chattering about how l/n-san was such an attention whore. One of her superiors, who was at the same level as Kriss, even went on to badmouth her by saying, “I don’t know what she is proud about. Her work is always sloppy and incompetent. And yet, she wants to be praised for work which was done equally by everyone? Hmph, if you ask me, she should just be fired.”

Kriss was smiling smugly as she sipped on her mug of beer. This was exactly what she wanted. No one had to know that she was the one pulling strings behind the scenes to ruin Suzume's work so that it was sloppy when it was handed over. Stirring the pot to kick y/n out was her goal, or else make her depressed enough to leave.

Trying to be the bigger person, she said in a false sympathetic tone, “Now, now, she is still new so it’s only right to praise her even if she is incompetent. Who knows if this can spur her on to better herself?”

“Kriss is right. She should take this opportunity to learn and work better.”, the superior who had badmouthed y/n said. It was sometimes so easy to sway these stupid old geezers, she thought.

Kriss smiled wickedly behind her beer mug. She then set it on the table and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Anyways, it’s l/n-san’s birthday today, so we should all wish her a very happy birthday. I had arranged for a cake to be delivered here for her to cut. Let me go get it.”

She stood up and walked to the bar counter. Signaling the bartender, she said to him, “I had asked the bartender from the previous shift to keep a red velvet cheesecake in the freezer for later. I need it now. Could you please bring it over?”

“Could you please state your name?”, the bartender asked politely.

“It’s Kriss. The cake is for l/n y/n.”, she said as she waited near the counter.

Sanzu was sitting at the counter, one bar stool away, downing bottle after bottle of Sakura Sake. He was sadder today than most days. Today was y/n's birthday after all. She always loved to eat matcha flavoured kakigori on her birthday. She hated extremely sweet things like red velvet cake, and she was allergic to milk and milk-based products.

Sanzu’s thoughts went on to this tangent because he’d inadvertently heard the woman beside him say his beloved’s name while asking for a red velvet cheesecake. He chuckled at the irony of another woman having the same name and birthday as his princess and loving the exact thing that his princess hated. He was feeling slightly buzzed, while waiting for Ran to reach Snowdrop, so he was on the lower floor, drinking through the noise. He was afraid to be alone with his thoughts today. It seemed easier to drown his sorrow in the noisy crowd. At least that way he'd feel a little less lonely.

The bartender brought the box with the said cake and placed it in front of the woman. She was about to pay him for the charges of keeping the cake when Sanzu smiled self deprecatingly as he slid his card to the bartender and said, “Charge me instead of the lady there for the cooling charges of the cake.”

“Yes sir”, the bartender bowed respectfully towards Sanzu as he took the black card with both hands.

Kriss looked to her right only to see the most beautiful man she had ever laid her eyes on. Pink was not a color which would suit everyone for a hair color, but he looked ethereal with his light pink mullet. He seemed to have scars on his face. Usually, it would make an average person look ugly but they made him look like a mysterious person who hid a sad past. It made her want to hug him. But the thing what attracted her the most were his piercing blue eyes. They seemed to beacon her to him as she subconsciously slid into the empty seat beside him.

Although she was engaged to Nakahara Naoki, it didn’t hurt to flirt with this handsome stranger for a bit. If it could lead to a one night stand, even better.

“Hi handsome!”, she purred, putting on her charm as she tried to confidently take his glass to sip his drink.

Sanzu scowled as he pulled his glass away from her and placed it far away. He might be buzzed, but he still knew who he was, where he was and what he was doing. He snarled at her in an extremely cold tone, “What do you think you are doing?”

Taken aback that her usual trick hadn’t worked, she stumbled a little as she said, “I-I thought you were interested in me, since you paid for the cake’s cooling charges.”

Sanzu smirked into his glass of Sake as he replied, “No, I just paid for it because the person who is going to cut the cake has the same name as that of my princess. It’s also my princess’s birthday today, but I cannot meet her, so I thought I would humor myself by at least paying for the cake of a stranger who shares the same name and birthday as her.”

This stung Kriss. ‘Why was it that every where she went, this bitch had to spoil everything? Even this handsome stranger who looked like he could give her a great time was smitten by a woman who had the same name as that bitch. Hmph! Talk about being a pain in the ass.’

Kriss planned on making y/n's life a living hell because she had clearly clam jammed her from a night with this hot piece of ass. It didn’t matter that y/n had no clue of what she had done wrong, as long as she was punished, only then Kriss would feel a little better.

“Seems like you still love her. Why did she leave you?”, she still tried to get closer to Sanzu while touching the back of his hand and drawing circles on it.

Sanzu looked irritated. This woman did not seem to get the hint. There was a time when he would have pulled out his gun and threatened women and men alike when they tried to get too close, but he thought he had matured out of that habit now.

He deftly put distance between himself and the obnoxious woman as he said, “Miss, I think you do not seem to understand the fact that I am not interested in you. I have no obligation to tell you about my personal life. I only told you the bare minimum because you seemed to have misunderstood my intentions. Now that everything is clear, I think it’s wise that you stop bothering me and go back to your friend who likes this disgusting cake. The woman I loved would have hated this atrocity as she cannot eat anything that is extremely sweet and she is allergic to milk based products.”

Thoroughly embarrassed now, Kriss fumed as she took the cake and went back to the table where everyone was. y/n had not returned from the bathroom, so a couple of them had gone outside for a smoke break. She headed towards the bathroom to see if the coward had already run away after that little humiliation.

Unknown to both, Sanzu and Kriss, y/n had seen from afar, the way Sanzu had thrown his card for something that Kriss had brought, while Kriss flirted with Sanzu. This hurt her even more. She had just come out from the bathroom after crying her eyes out at being bullied by Kriss, only to see her beloved flirt shamelessly with the said devil woman. She turned to go back towards the bathroom, but she bumped into a stranger instead and fell on her ass, spraining her foot in the process. As she tried to stand, she felt a throbbing pain shoot up her right leg and she winced loudly.

“I’m so sorry miss, here, take my hand and try to stand up.”, a smooth silky voice called out while offering her a hand.

y/n looked up to see a man in a purple suit with slicked back hair. His hair too was dyed purple, such that it was a mix of black and purple. Surprisingly, it looked good on him. Taking his hand, she stood slowly and removed her heels. It would be impossible to walk with them. She would have to go home barefoot tonight.

“Thank you, and I am sorry for bumping into you.”, she replied sheepishly.

“You can apologize for it by spending tonight with me.”, he flirted back with her.

y/n blushed red at the extremely forward way he had flirted with her. It had been 5 years since anyone flirting with her had affected her so much. The last person to flirt with her was her Haru. After he had disappeared, she had lost all interest in dating and love. The only thing she was obsessed with was becoming successful and strong enough to get him back. No one could ever be better than her Haru in her mind.

But something had broken inside her when she’d seen the skinship between Haru and Kriss. Maybe it was that a switch was flipped off, or maybe it was the hurt from it all, or it could just be that she was drunk on the beer, but this was the first time a stranger had made her heart race like this in eight long years.

However, she was not used to such flirting after so long so she politely declined him by lying that she had a boyfriend and that she would appreciate it if he could just help her to her table.

Ran clicked his tongue. He was a gentleman who was currently questioning his feelings for the pink haired druggie. Was he gay? He could not be. He still liked women. But it would be fun to explore this feeling that he felt when he was with Sanzu so he had planned to meet him at Snowdrop tonight.

The woman who had bumped into him was extremely pretty in a delicate manner. If he wasn’t such a good actor, he would not have been able to hide the fact that he had almost salivated when he saw her face. Hiding behind his usual mask of a gentleman, he helped her up while flirting with her. Her hands were just the right size to fit snugly into his and they were soft. He chuckled inwardly at the way she turned beet red with his flirting.

‘Cute’ he thought.

Her blushing gave away the fact that Snowdrop was not somewhere that she usually frequent and might be here with a group of people. When she declined his invite, he let her be. No matter how much he wanted someone, if they declined, Ran was not one to force them into sex. That would be considered rape. And being a gentleman that he was, he would never do it to someone as pretty as this girl. But he did not miss the opportunity to hold her close to himself as he helped her towards her seat. There was no harm in a little skinship even if he was rejected.

It seemed like her table was a bit far. He was looking forward to enjoying this little skinship with her as he slowed his pace just to prolong this moment.

Kriss was pissed off even more when she saw y/n being helped by another hunk. She was shamelessly leaning onto him while holding her heels in her hands. And the said dreamy hunk had his arm snaked snugly against her waist, while walking at a snail’s pace towards their table. ‘This woman was such a whore!’, Kriss thought as she plastered on a fake smile on her face and sped up to meet them.

Irony was something that would always be lost on Kriss.

“y/n! What happened? Here, let me help you!”, she said in her sugary sweet affected voice. Kriss then slid her arm around y/n's waist, all the while shamelessly feeling up the man who was holding y/n first, as if giving him a sign that she was available. Unfortunately, he just gave her a plastic smile and let y/n go as he walked towards the counter.

Ran did not like women who threw themselves at him. He always liked a chase, provided that the said woman had given him subtle hints that she was interested in him. He also hated fake people. Fake people like the woman who had come to pick up the pretty girl in his arms. So he let her go as he had no interest in the other woman. No use sticking around when the one he wanted isn't interested and the one he didn't want was sticking to him like a moth to a flame.

Sighing at the loss, he bid her good bye and went sit by his current obsession: Haruchiyo Sanzu.

‘Fuck, this bitch has all sorts of men wrapped around her finger. Even ones which have never seen her.’, Kriss thought as she helped y/n to the table. She was thinking about her humiliation that happened at the counter and just now.

Once they reached, everyone cheered for y/n as she was asked to cut the cake. y/n winced inwardly as she saw the horrible red colored monstrosity. She hated red velvet with passion, but she could do nothing about it right now. Once it was cut, Kriss purposefully took a large piece as she fed it to y/n while putting the frosting all over her face.

It was embarrassing enough to be fed like this in front of her colleagues, but the frosting on her face just made y/n even more depressed. She hated anyone touching her face. The only one who was allowed to wasn’t in her life anymore, so she absentmindedly gulped down the disgusting cake.

After a few seconds she started feeling itchy everywhere and found it difficult to breathe. She hadn’t realized that the cake was a cheesecake. y/n tried to breathe with her mouth open only to be force fed some more cheesecake by Kriss.

With this second bite, she realized that it was cheesecake and pushed Kriss away as she spat out the cake while clutching her throat.

Kriss fell onto her chair with a dull thud and was about to scold y/n, when she saw her reaction. ‘Why was the slut behaving like she was poisoned?’

y/n started to wheeze while trying to speak. Her speech was extremely warbled, but another colleague of hers, Misa made out that y/n was allergic to cheesecake. Misa had a relative who had behaved in the exact same manner because of them being allergic to milk and milk based products. Misa quickly dialled 119 as y/n collapsed on the spot.

Kriss was shocked and scared for a split second. ‘Would everyone brand her and a killer? No, it could not be. No one knew that y/n was allergic to cheesecake except for herself.’ But she never thought it was so bad. At most, Kriss had expected y/n to embarrass herself by farting from all the cheesecake and ruin her own reputation. This was outside of her calculations.

As a crowd surrounded their group, and y/n was rushed to the hospital, Sanzu had chosen to ignore the noise, as he was now clearly shit faced drunk. Ran, who was sitting beside Sanzu while pouring him his Sake, asked the bartender, about what was going on, only to be informed that the woman whose birthday it was, had choked on the cake as she was allergic to milk based products.

Sanzu whipped his head around to the bartender so fast that he almost got a bad whiplash.

“What did you say? Who choked on cheesecake?”, Sanzu asked with a crazed expression on his face.

“S-sir, it was the lady whose name was written on the cake. l/n y/n. She was fed cheesecake by one of her colleagues only to be wheeled into an ambulance because her throat closed up because of the cake.”, the bartender replied with a scared expression.

“Which hospital did they go to?!!?!”, Sanzu continued to question him.

“I do not know sir, I am not sure.”, the poor bartender was about to piss his pants in fear. He knew who these two were in Snowdrop. He wished never to cross paths with them.

Ran was surprised at the way Sanzu was behaving. He tried to calm him down, as he said, “Hey, calm down, what’s with you? Do you know that woman? We can track her down if you want.”

“I need to find her!”, Sanzu replied, as if in a trance, as he stood up from the bar stool only to fall face first on the floor. He was completely hammered. He still tried to stand as he kept on muttering, “I need to find my y/n.”

Ran sighed as he pulled Sanzu upright and took him to the top floor of Snowdrop and made a call to Mikey. Sanzu never behaved like this before except for the Sakura Sake incident. And no one knew about Sanzu’s past more than Mikey, so it was only right to involve the boss in searching for this woman. She could be someone that Mikey knew, owing to them running in the same circles from so long.

“Mikey, Sanzu is drunk and muttering a woman’s name. She was here at Snowdrop right now but was rushed to some hospital since she was force fed cheesecake to which she is allergic. Sanzu keeps asking for her. Could you help locate which hospital she could be in?”

Mikey frowned inwardly. This was a disaster. He already knew it was y/n who Sanzu was looking for, because he knew that she had a bad case of milk allergy. He sighed as he replied, “I’ll look for her. You take care of Sanzu and don’t let him out of your sight. What’s the name?”

Mikey planned on keeping everyone in the dark about this matter so he had to keep up the façade that he did not know, and that was why he asked for the name.

“l/n y/n”, Ran replied.

“Okay, leave this to me. Don’t bother Kokonoi for this. I’ll look into it. Just focus on taking care of Sanzu.”, Mikey said as he cut the call. Leaning back into his office chair with a tired sigh, he brought his phone to eye level as he dialed a number.

It was going to be a long night. He had to look into all hospitals and erase records of y/n.

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The next day, Mikey dumped a number of papers onto his desk in front of a standing Sanzu and Ran.

“I didn’t find anyone admitted into any hospital with that name. look for yourselves.”

He saw the broken expression in Sanzu’s eyes as he finished speaking.

Sanzu took the papers with trembling hands as he flipped through, scanning for her name, only to find none.

Taking a deep shaky breath, he kept the papers back on Mikey’s desk as he thanked Mikey for his help and bowed to him before exiting his office. Ran followed right behind him. Ran felt a stab of pain when he saw Sanzu looking so dejected and small.

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The guard had finally brought a clean white sheet to Sanzu. He took it and walked briskly towards y/n's side of the car. Opening the door, he removed her seat belt and wrapped the sheet around her, never once letting her stand on the floor. He’d seen the blisters on her feet and did not want her walking around bare feet. Fuck, he did not want her on her feet any time soon. He wanted her completely healed and healthy with some weight on her scrawny body before she could even think about getting out of bed.

And even then, he planned on keeping her in his bed for a long long time, by making sure she would be sore from all the sex that they would have, once she was alright.

Once she was wrapped in the sheet, he cradled her into himself as he walked towards the elevator. The guards were shocked to see their boss being so gentle with someone. They had never seen him take care of anyone like this.

On reaching his floor, he signaled the guard standing at his door to open it for him. While entering, he whispered to the guard, “I do not want to be disturbed by anyone. Unless I say it, no one is allowed inside except for Dr. Sakamoto.”

“Yes sir!”, the guard saluted as he shut the door behind him and left.

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Sanzu’s penthouse suite was tastefully decorated in a theme of red, black, white and gold. There was a cozy modern couch in the large spacious living room facing a fake fire place above which hung a large TV screen. Minimalist modern art hung on almost all the walls. A balcony on the right side of the couch which had glass doors and glass railings. On the left, was an open plan kitchen. Between the kitchen and the living room was a short narrow walkway with a short staircase with about 4 steps, heading up. It led to two large spacious bedrooms, both of which had their own baths and walk in closets. One was a guest bedroom while the master suite had another balcony attached to it.

Sanzu’s bedroom had a black, blue and gold theme. The walls looked pitch black, however upon closer inspection, one would notice that they were actually a dark shade of indigo, with fine gold lines. It seemed more exquisite the more one would look at it. the floor had a thick soft black rug which could make one’s feet sink into it, when walked upon. it seemed to cover the entire room. The bed had a black headrest, pitch black sheets, white pillows and a royal blue cashmere duvet. All in all, it gave of royalty vibes.

Opposite to the balcony in his room was a door which led to the walk-in closet. There was another door adjacent to the balcony which opened into the spacious bathroom which had luxury plumbing and a large jacuzzi separated by a glass door. The jacuzzi was close to the glass railing of the balcony. It looked like a dream to soak in the jacuzzi while looking up at the night sky, with the cool breeze hitting one's face. All in all, Sanzu had done very well for himself and created this dream home in the hopes of living here with y/n one day.

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As Sanzu entered, he went straight to his room and gently placed y/n on his bed. Walking over to the bathroom, he switched on the water for the tub and came out with a first aid kit. Placing it on the bed beside her, he went to his walk-in closet and brought out his soft silky black robe. It was monogrammed ‘SH’ with gold threads.

Removing the sheet from her, he then began to unbutton his suit coat which he had her wear. She stopped his hands from removing it from her body.

Thinking that she was feeling shy, he softly whispered, “Baby, it’s me. Let me help you.”

y/n shuddered. It had been so long since she had heard him call her baby. Eight fucking long years, she had waited for this moment. However, she willed her feelings to calm down as she remembered that he was doing this only for the sake of their past relationship. She schooled her expression as she said, “Thank you, but I do not wish to dirty this bed. My clothes are dirty inside.”

Finally understanding why she was rejecting him, Sanzu’s anxiousness melted away. Kneeling in front of her, he pulled her closer so that he was in between her legs. He then spread the coat and kissed her stomach over her dirty clothes. He didn’t move from the position for a good whole minute, keeping his lips still on her stomach.

y/n was starting to melt into his touches, and this long drawn out kiss was making her hope for things which seemed to not be in her reach.

Just as she was about to push him away, he gently moved and encircled his arms around her, as he said, “Baby, you are more important to me than any material things in this world. I can buy a hundred more duvets like this, but there's just one you, so stop bothering about such trivial stuff. My anxiety is hitting the roof seeing you like this. I just want you happy and healthy, after which you can do whatever you want."

He knew he'd fucked up by disappearing for so long, so he wanted to give her some space before he wore down the walls around her heart. Right now, letting her do whatever she wanted seemed to be the right thing to do.

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What he didn't understand was that his words seemed to bring back their precious memories in her mind, while also stabbing her at the same time. It reminded her of the times that he’d always taken care of her, but the way he’d ended his sentence with, ‘you can do whatever you want’, it felt as if he didn’t want her to stay by his side.

'He didn’t ask her to stay. He asked her to do whatever she wanted once she was fine.'

It meant he wanted her healed and gone as soon as possible. She didn’t even know if he had someone else in his life, because all of Mikey’s reports were about his physical safety. He may not have known about Sanzu’s current love life and might not have tried to find out either. If there was someone else, then wouldn’t she be the 'other woman' in their relationship?

She knew if something like that would happen to her, she would not be able to stand it.

But he had never properly broken up with her. She still remembered clear as day that she had asked him to break up with her in a clear concise manner. However, he had just up and left that day after coming back from Okinawa.

It was a pathetic attempt on her part to cling on to a relationship which seemed to have fizzled out eight years ago, but she could not bring herself to think otherwise, for she was still madly in love with him. Every touch of his felt like it set fire to her skin, every word felt like poisoned honey; she knew it would kill her eventually, but she wanted more.

Sanzu on the other hand had no problems behaving as if he hadn’t left her eight years ago. In fact, he was so starved for her, that, he made sure that at least some part of him in constant contact with her, be it his arm around her, or just kissing her, or even just making sure that, their knees innocently touched while he cleaned her wounds. He just wanted to soak in her presence, he did not want to let her go.

Ever.

Period.

After cleaning her wounds, Sanzu walked to the bath to switch off the water and test its temperature. It had to be warm but not hot, or else her wounds could get aggravated. After checking, and being satisfied with the temperature, he went back to where she was sitting still and carried her into the bathroom. He started to slowly strip her of her remaining clothes. Once he was done, he motioned for her to enter the bath, but she didn’t budge, her eyes had a terrified look. It seemed that looking at the tub brought back some sort of nightmare.

Sighing in despair at the fact that someone could be so scared of just seeing water, he stripped himself and entered the tub and sat on one end. He then gently pulled her into the water while cooing, “it’s alright, it’s not hot. I made sure that it would be soothing on your skin. Come, I’ll hold you so that nothing can hurt you.”

y/n reluctantly entered the water, her eyes still darting around, as if she was ready to flee at any moment. She was breathing in short gasps. Seeing her like this broke Sanzu’s heart even more. He pulled her into his embrace so that her back was plastered to his front. He made her sit between his legs, wrapping both of his arms around her. He then placed his head on her right shoulder and kissed her there while whispering, “Breathe, princess, I’m right here. I’ll always be here for you.”

He felt her whole body soften and relax into his embrace as he said this, her arms held onto his which were wrapped around her middle.

He didn’t want to, but he still felt a sense of smug accomplishment at the fact that even after so many years, she still accepted him. Even though he was the one who had run away without a clean goodbye, she still accepted his touch and even felt comforted in his presence. In that moment, he felt a possessive sort of love overpower him. She could never escape him. If he had to, he would lock her up, away from everyone's eyes, just so that she was his and his only.

They sat still in the water, just soaking in the moment. For now, no words were needed. Just this feeling of being in each other’s presence seemed to heal the rift, even if it was for a little bit. Tonight, they indulged in living in the moment, because it felt like a magical dream, a bubble of just the two of them under the stars and the moonlight.

In that moment, he felt as if a huge burden had left his shoulders. The constant anxiety he’d felt unconsciously after he’d left her, seemed to vanish in a flash.

He swore that he was going to hunt down the rats which had hurt her this much and vowed tp torture them into eternity. He planned to torture them so much that they wished they were dead.

Sanzu’s phone vibrated beside him outside the tub. It showed Sakamoto’s number on the call. Picking it up, he spoke menacingly into the phone; pissed at being interrupted.

“Wait for me to call. If you call again, you're a dead man.”

He then cut the call and got back to holding her.

A small smirk graced his lips as he slowly started kissing her neck, careful to not use teeth. He wanted to mark her, but she was still hurting, so he would be patient until the time all her bruises disappeared. Then he planned to litter every inch of her body with his hickies, thus marking her as his.

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* - Ran means that he's the top while Sanzu is the bottom, if they were to be in a relationship. (I actually found this reference of 1 and 0 in a few chinese BL mahua's and loved how it does not explicitly state smut, and instead hints at who is where in the relationship.)

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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I swear I just had a heart attack...!!! My word file malfunctioned and I had to close it. I couldn't remember if I had saved my latest update or not and it was a whopping 8k words!!!

😪😪😓😓 thankfully, just one small paragraph wasn't saved, so I still have all my content in place....

Sanzu's princess would have cried her eyes out if it had gotten lost...

#sob sob #Sanzu's princess #word is sometimes so scary

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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In exactly 3 days, I'll be able to get a taste of this beautiful master~

What fears me is that I don't have enough wishes to bring him home... 🥺🥺🥺🥲🥲🥲

I stupidly wished on Yae when I didn't even want her so my pity is screwed up as well... 🛐

Ayato sama, please bless me and come home 🛐🛐🛐

🌊🌀𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝕬𝖞𝖆𝖙𝖔🌀🌊

🌊🌀𝕶𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔 𝕬𝖞𝖆𝖙𝖔🌀🌊

#will 125 wishes be enough to bring him and his weapon home?#my 50/50 is screwed #want Ayato #broke ass may not get his weapon #but it's alright #mistsplitter and jade cutter should work #sob sob #want his weapon too #genshin impact ayato #genshin impact #kamisato ayato

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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ℌ𝔪𝔭𝔥, 𝔰𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬. 𝔐𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥.

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔎𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔥. 𝔄𝔡𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔎𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔥 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰.

#mmm

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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The fact that all these memes make me feel so called out is exhaustingly embarrassing...

I built Thoma for him and have jade cutter and mistsplitter for him...

Please come home~ 🛐🛐🛐🍀🍀🍀

🌊🌀 𝕬𝖞𝖆𝖙𝖔 🌀🌊

#6 days to go #genshin impact ayato #kamisato ayato #Ayato #genshin impact

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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Shock

A/N : So I apologize for the late post. I have been sporadically updating this series. Enough said on this, please enjoy the next chapter and tell me how you liked it in the comments.

Oh and of course we will have misunderstandings, but in this house, we stan a Sanzu who is confident in the power of 'talking out your problems' rather than 'bottling them up'. So if you find him out of character, you've been warned!

Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated.

Warnings - Yandere series, slow burn angst peppered profusely with fluff and smut, kissing and somewhat moving to second base?, mentions of hurt and abuse.

Minors DNI

Taglist is open

- Yuki❄

Sanzu x OC

Masterlist

Seeing the two culprits unable to move, Ran clicked his tongue in disappointment. He planned on torturing them for longer. There was no fun if they fainted like this. He then turned to y/n and saw her still sitting in the same position that he’d placed her on the chair without any expressions on her face. There was no anger, relief, disappointment or even satisfaction. She just sat there unseeingly.

Ran did not want to admit it, but he was a little stressed at how dead her eyes looked, as if she had given in to a fate worse than death. Sanzu would lose his shit if he saw her like this.

Ran walked over to her and made her look up at him by softly tipping her face higher with his index finger. She looked at him lifelessly.

Pushing down his anxiety, he asked her, “Why are you so quiet? Your tormentors will be tortured endlessly till they beg for death. You’re saved, aren’t you? Come on, smile for me.”

y/n remained as she was. There was no change in her expression, nor did she bother to speak with him. Ran’s anxiety got the better of him, seeing as he got no reaction from her. He removed his suit coat and wrapped it around her. Her flimsy clothing barely covered anything in the first place. Ran sighed as he flipped open his phone to shoot a quick text to Rindou.

‘Rin, get Sanzu down here, but don’t tell Sanzu her name until his eyes fall on her. She’s unresponsive. I’m hoping that the shock of them seeing each other should hopefully make her a little better. If you tell him her name before he sees her, he’s bound to panic. I’m gonna give you a call now, with the pretext of needing your and Sanzu's help down here. Put the phone on speaker when I call.’

Ran pressed send and waited for a minute before pressing call beside Rindou’s name.

“Hey Rin-chan, get your ass down here with Sanzu. I have two runts which need attention. Koko had asked us to see if the woman from the kidnapping was here and she is. We each need to lug one person with us.”

“Why do we need the other two?”, Rin asked while Sanzu brought out his mask from the car to wear. He did not plan on getting choked up by fungus again.

“I just felt like torturing them before we could kill them. One is our beloved Nakahara’s son, and the other is his fiancée.”

“Man! You finally crossed over to the other side, didn’t you?”, Sanzu snickered on the call while wearing the mask. He chuckled as he took the phone from Rin’s hand as he entered the warehouse, “You plan on torturing his fiancée too? I knew you liked to whore around, and I know of your dom sub kinks and how you like being in control, but seriously, do it with your sub partners rather than some random woman.”

Ran sighed loudly on the call. If only he could tell this blockhead why he wished to torture this specific woman.

“Just get your ass here Sanzu. I’ll explain everything tonight. We need to get these three to Snowdrop.”

Ran could hear Sanzu on the metallic stairs. He was noisier than a woman in heels, even though he wore dress shoes.

Sanzu spoke loudly as he saw Ran’s feet by a chair where a woman’s feet were tied up. He grinned when he saw her skin all blotchy with dark maroon marks. Thinking that it was the fiancée who was tied up, he obnoxiously said, “So you needed help picking up the beat-up stick of a woman? Ran, I thought you were better than this. She won’t weigh much, just pick her up like a stray kitten, by the neck and that should work. Here I thought you wanted help with fat pigs.”

Ran face palmed as he realized these words were directed towards y/n. He looked at her and was surprised to see her dark expression. It was quickly schooled back into the poker face she maintained.

‘Interesting’, he thought.

However, now was not the time to dwell on that, he needed to do some damage control between the estranged lovers.

Ran looked behind Sanzu to see Rindou coolly walking with his gun in hand. So much for sending the idiot a detailed text on what to do.

Ran cleared his throat as he opened his mouth to clarify things to Sanzu, “So... Koko sent her file just now. Her name is l/n y/n. She seems to know you. Do you know her, Sanzu?”

Thump!

Rin bumped into Sanzu who was frozen in shock on the last step. He was staring wide eyed at y/n, fear, anxiety and surprise clear as day on his face, as he realized that the woman, he’d made fun of just now, was his y/n.

‘No! It cannot be her! This cannot be her. His y/n was always smiling. She had pretty and full lips, almond eyes which sparkled with warmth and affection and had a permanent sweet smile plastered on those exquisite lips of hers. She could not be this emaciated shriveled up woman who was sitting on the chair. Her sunken in eyes and bruised face with torn lips could not be his y/n. y/n's skin always glowed with a healthy sheen. It could not be this broken woman who had blotches of bruises all over her body. No, it could not be her.'

And yet, her face was the same as eight years ago. He would recognize her in a heartbeat.

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8 years ago –

It was the summer festival. Sanzu had made plans to watch the fireworks with y/n in two days’ time. He was giddy with excitement over the prospect of seeing her in a kimono. She always looked cute, but if he was honest, he’d salivated at the thought of seeing her in the traditional outfit. He could not wait two more days and so, he ended up calling her tonight.

“Princess, I miss you so much! I want to see you right now~”, he pouted over the call, as he lay on the empty beach on the moonlit night; his bike parked nearby. It had been a rough week for the gang and to make matters worse, y/n had gone to her grandparents place in Okinawa for the summer. This meant he hadn’t met her for a good 2 weeks. It was driving him crazy that he had not seen her for 2 full weeks! He missed the skinship that they shared.

“Haru-channn~ I miss you too. I wish you were here with me.”, y/n whispered on the call. Her grandparents were asleep, but she still felt shy.

Sanzu felt butterflies in his stomach when he heard her. She was painfully shy about being vocal and expressing herself in the beginning. So much so that even after they were together, he had wondered for the first few months if he was the only one in the relationship, and that she’d just said yes to him out of fear since he was a delinquent.

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This was cleared up on one fine day, when they’d both shared a bottle of Sakura Sake on the beach. y/n was drunk and tipsy, while he just grinned like a fool. He wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy. It was cute to see the rosy blush on her cheeks thanks to the Sake.

“What are you smiling about?”, she whined while pulling his cheeks.

“Wothing (Nothing)”, Sanzu said, smilingly.

“Argh! Stop smiling damnit!”, y/n said as she left his cheeks, only to clutch her hair despairingly.

“And why should I stop?”, Sanzu continued, as he still grinned. She was such a cute drunk. He wanted to gobble her up.

“Because I get jealous when others see you smile. Smile only for me, Haru-chan. I like you so fucking much, but I’m scared~”, she mumbled the last bit, with her head hanging low.

Sanzu’s eyes widened when he heard her. So she did like him!

Relief washed through him like tsunami waves crashing on the shores.

Taking her hands into his, he softly kissed them, while rubbing his thumbs in a circular manner over them. Taking her hands close to his face, he opened her palms and used them to cup his own face. Smiling softly, he said, “Baby, look at me.”

She obeyed like a good little trained kitten. Her eyes were brimming with unshed tears.

Pained to see her so sad, Sanzu asked, “Why are you scared?”

He held her palms in place on his cheeks as he slowly inched closer to sit beside her rather than opposite to her.

“Because ...” y/n mumbled the rest.

Sanzu didn’t seem to catch anything after the because, so he let go of her hands and pulled onto his laps. y/n let out a soft yelp at the sudden movement.

Locking one arm around her waist, he used the other to paw at her neck as he kissed it on the other side. Sucking softly at the same spot, he heard her moan.

Spurred on by this, he bit down at the same spot. There was bound to be a bright red mark there by tomorrow morning.

‘So sweet’ was the only thought in his brain.

“Ngh... Haruu~”, y/n moaned again as she wrapped both her arms around his neck. The pain mixing with the pleasure that she felt when he licked softly at the place he just bit.

Kissing the spot softly, Sanzu trailed his lips to her ear and whispered softly, “Now tell me, why are you scared?”

“Huh... What?”, y/n asked. Her mind was blank, still lost in the fog of Sanzu’s incessant necking.

Chuckling, Sanzu kissed the shell of her ear as he repeated, “I asked, why are you scared princess?”

“Because I get jealous okay! Your smile is so blinding, I want to rip out the eyes of everyone who gets to see it. I wished you only smiled for me. It scares me because I like you so much, but there are so many pretty girls who go googly eyed every time you smile. I’m scared that you might one day leave me for someone from that sea of pretty girls. I don’t wanna lose you Haru. I love you so fucking much, but I’m scared to say it out loud because if you leave me after I’ve given my heart to you, I don’t think I can ever live again.”

By this time, y/n was curled up in Sanzu’s embrace, her head nestled in the crook of his neck and tears were starting to tickle Sanzu’s chest.

He had a lump in his throat. This was what she was scared of. Of him leaving her. It wasn’t a one-sided relationship, she was insecure.

Smiling into her ear, he kissed her earlobe sensuously, as he whispered, “y/n, you’re the only one I love. You’re my princess. There is no one else for me. Nothing else matters as long as you’re with me baby. I am willing to scratch out the eyes of the people who bother you, so that you don’t have to dirty your hands with such trivial stuff. If you want, I’ll only smile for you. I won’t ever smile for any other girl ever. So, in return, can you please be more vocal about how much you love me? Please? These past few months, I’ve been feeling insecure about the fact that you might have said yes to me just because you were afraid of me and didn’t want to mess up by saying no to a delinquent from Toman.”, Sanzu took in a ragged breath as he pressed a chaste kiss to y/n's temple. He was the one who was in tears now.

y/n sobered up when she felt him heaving. She always felt that Haruchiyo Sanzu was always put together, suave and confident. This was the first time she’d heard him sound so vulnerable and small. It seemed to physically pain her, hearing him so sad.

Sitting up straight, y/n cupped Sanzu’s face and crashed her lips onto his with such force, Sanzu was stunned. However, he soon melted into the kiss and fervently kissed her back until they were both, out of breath.

Gasping for air, y/n looked straight into Sanzu’s eyes as she whispered, “I love you, Haru. I’ve loved you from the very first day I laid eyes on you. I’m sorry for making you insecure too. I was so wrapped up in my own feelings, I selfishly overlooked yours. Can you please forgive me? It’s the first time I’ve liked someone. I promise, I’ll get better at expressing my love for you.”

“I’ll accept your apology if you let me mark you as mine.”

“Haru!”, y/n chided. “You already did mark me! It’s going to be all red tomorrow!”

The atmosphere between the two lovers seemed to finally become light and playful.

Chuckling, Sanzu turned her in his laps so that the other side of her neck was now exposed to his hungry lips. Kissing y/n sloppily on the exact opposite side of the first hickey, he said, “But baby, we need it to be symmetric. You cannot just walk around with my mark only on one side now, can you?”

y/n was lost in the way his lips felt on her neck. He’d found her sensitive spot and was expertly exploiting it. Her mind was complete mush and she failed to hear what he said. All she could make out was that he said something. Focused on trying to get more of the feel of his lips on her skin, she desperately agreed to whatever he’d just said.

“Huh? Okay... Whatever you want, Haru-chan, just kiss me more please. Ngh... your lips feel so good~”

Sanzu felt y/n's moans down, down below. He planned on restraining himself in fear of scaring her with his pent up lust, but it still poked her, seeing as he had a vice like grip on her hips, not letting her move away. it felt like sweet agony.

y/n gasped.

What was it that was poking her down below?

Sanzu stopped kissing her neck, but was breathing rapidly; his chest heaving up and down, as if he’d just run a marathon.

“Baby please! I want to hold off sex until we’re a lot more comfortable with one another, but if you moan my name like that, I won’t be able to hold back.”, Sanzu rasped breathily.

y/n blushed so hard, it looked like she was down with fever. Trying to escape his grasp so that he could calm down, she struggled against his arm which was locking her in place on his laps.

“No, don’t! please! Stay here. It’ll go away on its own. Just... stay here, I don’t wanna be separated from you. Please~”, Sanzu moaned desperately into a struggling y/n's ear.

Still red as a tomato, y/n agreed quietly as she stopped struggling and settled against Sanzu’s chest, leaning her head back into the crook of his neck, while one arm loosely encircled his neck. With her other hand, she traced random patterns on Sanzu’s chest, while absent mindedly pressing chaste kisses on his Adams apple, every time he swallowed.

It was close to 3am at night, but the two lovers were wrapped in each other’s embrace; sleep eluding them.

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Looking down at his watch, Sanzu saw that it was close to 8pm. If he rode fast enough, he could reach Okinawa by 10:30. Chuckling, he asked her, “Do you want to see me?”

“Yes!”, y/n whispered softly into the phone.

“Make sure that your grandparent are fast sleep by 10:30, princess. I’ll be there soon.”

“Wait! No! don’t travel so far. We’ll be meeting in a couple of days as it is. I was just kidding when I said yes. Just go have dinner on time and sleep early. I know that you never do that, and that’s why you’re always sleeping in class.”, y/n chided him once she realized that Sanzu was really going to be there in Okinawa. She did not want him tiring himself out for just a few hours, and she feared for his safety as he would have to drive in the darkness. No matter that he was always out and about at night, thanks to being in Toman; she still worried for his safety with such trivial things.

“Too late princess, no take backs. I’ll be there between 10:30 and 11:00. I need to hold you in my arms. It’s been so long~”, Sanzu whined into the call.

“Hmph, you never listen to me now, do you?”, y/n huffed as she continued, “please wear a jacket and drive carefully. It’s alright if it is later than midnight too. I don’t want you being the headlines on the local newspaper just because of rash driving.”

“Yes, milady. Your knight in shining armor will wear the tasteless ugly ass helmet and drive safely.”, Sanzu deadpanned. He heard soft giggling from the other end, which warmed his insides. Making kissing noises into the phone, he promised to be there by 11. He did not want her worrying her mind by saying 10:30.

Just as he heard the click of the call ending from her side, he zipped up his black leather jacket and was putting on the helmet when he heard his phone ring.

Thinking that it was y/n, he picked the call without looking at the caller ID. Picking up, he whined jokingly, “Baby, if you don’t stop calling me, it’ll take me longer to reach~”

There was silence on the other end.

“Princess...? Did you butt dial me?”

There was still no response.

Sanzu’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at the caller ID, only to see it was Mikey who had called him.

‘Fuck’

‘Fucking shit’

Clearing his throat, he put the phone back to his ear as he apologized.

“Ahem, sorry about that Mikey. It won’t happen again.”

“Yes, it WILL not happen again.”, Mikey said in an eerie voice.

“What do you mean?”, Sanzu asked as his stomach sank. He had a bad feeling about this.

“I’m leaving Toman to form a group with the Haitani brothers and Kokonoi and a few others. Toman was childish. I need to own Tokyo, and to do that, I need to be ruthless. Toman cannot lead us to my goals. Will you join me?”

Mikey’s question was more of an order. It’s hidden meaning was clear. Join me or else...

Sanzu knew that what Mikey said was true. In Toman, it was just him who was ruthless; other than Mikey that is. He was ruthless to the extent of having no morals. Sanzu kept this side of him on the down low because the other’s valued brotherhood and doing the right thing over anything else.

He knew that this invitation was only for him. Mikey leaving Toman meant, they had to disappear overnight and cut all ties to everyone, so as to keep them safe and away from what Mikey was going to do.

Sanzu had no problems cutting ties with everyone. There was only one person who mattered.

And she was waiting for him in Okinawa.

This realization hit him like a knife in his chest.

Mikey was still on the phone. He knew Sanzu was weighing his options out.

“Mikey, give me two days. Please. I’ll join you, but I need two days.”

“We’re disappearing on the day of the fireworks.”, came the emotionless reply from the other end.

“Yes Mikey.”

“And call me boss going forward.”

“Yes Boss.”

‘Click’

Sanzu sighed loudly as he sat on his bike. Covering his face with both his palms, he tried to come to terms with the fact that he had only 48 hours more with y/n.

It was an empty road with not a soul in sight. Dry heaves wracked his body first, as his breath became more and more erratic. This was quickly followed by endless tears. He sobbed into the darkness, screaming and cursing at the sky.

Sanzu had not cried like this even on the day that Mikey had caused his scars, and that was the most painful thing that had ever happened in his life till date.

It took him a good half an hour to calm down. His breathing was still erratic. He sniveled as he put on the helmet, even if it made it difficult for him to breathe at the moment. His y/n had asked him to put it, and he was not one to disobey her. He flipped the screen up so that the cool breeze could cool his face and hopefully help reduce the puffiness around his eyes. He did not want y/n to know that he’d been crying. Right now, he had to take small baby steps, and the first step was to stop overthinking about a future that was inevitable, and focus on the fact that he was going to meet her in a couple of hours.

Before heading towards Okinawa, he raced back to his house to get a few things that he had planned on giving to Suzume during the fireworks festival.

‘I’m sorry for speeding y/n, but I need you in my arms right now.’ He thought as he sped into the darkness to reach Okinawa.

As soon as he reached the city, he called y/n.

“Princess, send me your location, I’ma be there in 10.”

“Someone’s in a rush~”, y/n quipped playfully into the phone.

It hurt him when he heard this because she did not know how limited their time with each other was.

He could not get himself to tell her about the plan. For one, it would be dangerous for her and for another, he’d promised never to leave her. She’d always asked him that if he was to break up with her, then he had to make things clear.

He pathetically tried to convince himself, that if he never made things clear, then they were never broken up.

Putting up a fake cheery façade, he pouted as he said, “Princess, does this mean you’re not in a rush to meet me? Am I the only one who is desperate to meet you?”

“Haru no-, that’s not what I meant. Come home to me darling, I miss you too. I’m sending you my location right now. Muah~”, y/n said as she disconnected the call.

Within a few seconds, his phone lit up with a message from her. It showed that she was two kilometers away from him.

Whirring his bike to life, he sped towards the location marked on the map.

As soon as he saw the small house, he parked his bike outside the gate and knocked softly on the door.

y/n was waiting for him, sitting in the hall. Her grandparents were already fast asleep.

On hearing the soft knock, she tip-toed towards the door and opened it.

Starting to whisper, she said, “Haruuu~ you’re finally he- mmph”

She was cut short with Sanzu hungrily attacking her lips. His cold hands were gripping her face tightly as he all but tried to suck her into himself.

Still kissing, she pulled him inside as she kicked the door closed, only for her to be pushed against the door roughly, as he continued to kiss her like a starved wolf.

Gasping for breath, they both broke the kiss. Sanzu leaned into her, pressing his forehead to hers as he snaked his arms around her waist.

“God! I missed you so fucking much!”, he half whispered, while starting to pepper kisses all over her face.

“Shh, Haru, my grandparents are asleep. Let’s go to the beach. They won’t wake up till dawn. Or do you want to come up to my room instead?”, y/n asked in a whisper, while still trying to catch her breath. Sanzu had never kissed her so ferociously before.

‘Was everything okay?’

“Let’s go to your room, I’m a little cold and want to hold you close to me. It’s been so fucking long.”

Kissing him on both his scars softly, she took him by his hand while pulling him upstairs.

Once in her room, y/n unzipped his jacket and removed it, while running her palms over his muscles. He looked slim, but he was lithe, muscular and packing on the inside.

Placing the jacket on the nearby chair, she opened the bathroom door and placed a clean towel in his hands while saying, “Go in and refresh yourself. If you want to bathe, that’s alright too, I have clothes for you, so that you can change into them and be comfortable.”

Turning, she went to her wardrobe to pull out a t-shirt and pajama pants and underwear.

“Why do you have men’s clothing in your wardrobe?”, Sanzu’s heart sank when he saw that the clothes were meant for men.

Without looking up, she placed them in his hands. The tips of her ears were bright red as she responded softly, “I bought these after our call earlier.”

Sanzu felt like a jerk for doubting her. Swallowing the bitter jealousy down, he kissed her forehead and asked her to wait while he went in for a hot shower.

Bouncing on her heels, y/n walked over to the chair where she had hung Sanzu’s jacket. Smiling to herself, she picked it up and looked at the bathroom door. On confirming that he was still inside, she hugged it close to herself.

It vibrated.

‘Who could be texting Sanzu this late in the night?’, she thought as a pang of jealousy coursed through her.

Guiltily, y/n unlocked Sanzu’s phone, only to see that it was a message from Mikey.

Sighing in relief, she was about to keep it back, when it struck her that it might be important if Mikey was texting him so late at night. She opened the message, only to read –

Don’t forget the 48-hour deadline Sanzu. you’ve promised. Get your affairs in order before we disappear. Next stop is defeating the Haitani brothers. Else I’ll make sure that you’re not breathing before I disappear alone.

Thud!

The phone fell from her trembling hands.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she quickly picked up the phone and typed a reply –

Yes Mikey. I’ll be there.

After pressing send, she quickly deleted both the received as well as the sent messages. Her heart was thumping fast in her chest. It was getting difficult to breathe.

'Where was Haru gonna disappear off to? Would he ever come back? why was it so ominously written that he had to get all his affairs in order? Would she ever get to meet him again?'

Stuffing the phone back into the jacket, y/n quickly collected all of Sanzu’s clothes, along with the jacket and threw it into the washing machine. Switching on the water and putting in detergent, she switched on the wash cycle.

y/n stood near the machine with a hand on her chest.

‘Was this why he was so desperate with the kiss tonight?’

‘No, I won’t let anyone harm you, Haru. You belong to me. I’m not strong right now, and I apologize for it. I’ll become stronger and protect you. I promise, Haru. We’ll be together forever. You cannot escape me, just as I cannot escape you.’

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she then walked back into the room, only to find him in the clothes she’d bought for him. He was wiping his hair with the towel that she’d given him.

Knowing this just might be the last time that they could be together, y/n threw caution to the winds as she recklessly attacked his lips, just as he had a while ago. She seemed to understand his urgency now.

Not one to waste a chance, Sanzu threw the towel as he kissed her with renewed vigor, while pushing her towards the bed.

Sensing where this was going, y/n stopped him with one hand as she said, “Can we hold each other tonight? Please? Tomorrow morning, I will tell my grandparents that I’m going back home early to go to a friend’s place and we can book a room either here or in Tokyo. I just want to hold you close to me tonight. Is that okay, Haru-chan?”

“Can we at least kiss? I feel starved for your touch, y/n.”

“Yes sweetheart, we can kiss and do much more, just, let’s save our first time for tomorrow.”

Without waiting for a reply, Sanzu reattached his lips to hers as he pushed her down onto the bed. He then trailed kisses to her neck, biting like a wild animal, desperate to mark her as much as possible as his. He wanted these marks to remain on her forever.

y/n bore the pain, and moaned instead because she knew why he was being the way he was.

Climbing atop him and sitting on his thighs, y/n moved her hair to one side, as she too, licked, sucked and bit him on his neck. She too wished to mark him as her own. One hand roamed over the expanse of his wide chest and abs, while the other held his head in place as she kept sucking him, just below his ear.

Sanzu moaned as his hands found purchase on her hips. This was the first time that she was being so forward. God he was going to miss her like crazy. He furiously held in his tears as he moved on hand to her back, while the other caressed her bottom. He hugged her as tightly as possible, trying to meld himself into her completely; wanting to be one with her so that they would never have to separate.

“I love you, Haruchiyo Sanzu. I always have and always will. No matter what happens, what you do, or what you choose in life, I will always love you. So don’t ever think about anything else, and live.”, y/n whispered into his ear, while sucking on his earlobe.

Sanzu felt guilty when he heard these words. So fucking guilty. He held her as he cried. The tears could not be controlled anymore.

y/n changed positions on the bed so as to hug him closer to herself. Her heart was breaking on the inside, knowing that he had to go through this alone. She tried in a roundabout manner to pacify him, but it just spurred on his tears instead.

“Shh baby, it’s okay... Everything’s okay... Just remember my words and we’ll be fine, alright?”, she cooed, while holding him tight. It hurt like a bitch. It felt like someone was driving a hot blunt metallic rod into her chest every time she heard his sniffles and sobs.

They slept in each other’s arms the entire night. It was something they both needed.

The next day, y/n bid her grandparents goodbye as she sat snug behind Sanzu on his bike, her arms tightly holding onto his waist.

They’d both planned to spend the day on the beach and then head to a hotel.

Sanzu was determined to make her happy one last time before he disappeared.

y/n wanted to see his smile for one last time before she had to let him go.

Once on the beach, they ended up laughing, sharing bowls of kakigori, making sand castles. y/n even gave Sanzu a mermaid’s body with sand boobs when he was napping in the sand for a half an hour. What she didn’t know was that he purposefully closed his eyes because he’d seen the glint in her eyes when she saw another couple do it. For the sake of wanting to hear her bubbly laugh again, he’d acted like he was asleep on the sand, giving her enough time to make the mermaid with sand boobs. Once he was sure that she was done, he acted like he just woke up from a nap, only to find her laughing hysterically while pointing at his boobs and saying that they were larger than hers. He tried to imprint it into his head; the way she’d look like a ray of sunshine when she laughed so openly like this. It melted away his sorrow, if only for a bit.

Acting as if he was angry, he pouted as he saw her take his pictures. He let it be. It would be one of the very last pictures that she’d have of them anyways.

After getting out of the sand, he chased her, as she ran laughing. He finally caught her and kissed her passionately. Fuck the crowds, this was the last time he would be with her anyways.

Breathless from the surprise kiss, y/n blushed when she realized that they were in public.

“Don’t be shy baby, come, let’s go have a bath and then eat some good food.”

“Okay~”

“So obedient for me...”

“Mhm, want you to love me more and more, Haru. I’ll do anything for you, as long as you’re mine.”

“Where did my princess learn to speak like this?”, Sanzu nuzzled her neck as he asked.

“Read more Haruuu~ this is what romance novels can teach you!”, y/n snickered.

“Mmm, read them to me love.”

“Alright. I promise to read them to you.”, saying this, she tenderly kissed Sanzu on the cheek.

“Now let’s go shower.”

“Mmm, only if you let me shower with you.”

“Gasp! Haruuu~~ you naughty naughty boy!”

It was evening by the time they were out of the shower, having done all kinds of things in there, except for the main course. Surprisingly, Sanzu was the one who asked to wait till it was nightfall for their first time.

They both ended up eating a variety of street foods until they could not stuff themselves anymore.

Walking on the beach, hand in hand, Sanzu asked y/n seriously, “What would you do if I disappeared one day?”

“Huh? What do you mean disappear?”, y/n faked painfully. She knew he needed reassurance that they’d be okay.

“You know, just up and vanished. It’s just a what if.”, Sanzu tried to play it cool.

“I’d be sad. But because it’s you, and I know you so I’d try to be understanding about it, because you never do anything without a good reason. It’d be hard, yes, but I’d live on your behalf as well.”

This answer was exactly what Sanzu wanted, but he still felt a pang of anger when he heard it.

“Won’t you try to look for me!?”, he asked with more force and anger than necessary, while tightening his grip on her palm.

“Ouch! Haru, you’re hurting me.”

Coming back to his senses, he let go and moved a couple of steps back. He never meant to hurt her, no. No way.

“Sorry, I’m sorry y/n. I need to be alone please.”

Saying so, he started walking away.

‘No, this can’t be it. No fucking way Sanzu Haruchiyo. No!’, y/n thought as she ran and jumped on his back, hugging him fiercely.

“No, I won’t allow you to be alone. No fucking way.”

“Please let me go, y/n. I... I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can hurt me as much as you want, and I’m still going to stick by you.”

“But I don’t want to. What I just did... it may happen again, I’m so sorry.”

“Sanzu Haruchiyo! Stop fucking blaming yourself!”

Sanzu stopped struggling. He stood still, as y/n got down from his back and moved to stand in front of him, all the while making sure that her arms were tightly encircling him, locking him in place; never letting go. Once they were facing one another, she took his face in her small palms and pulled him down for a vicious kiss. She bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Sanzu winced but still kissed her back fervently. He always melted into her lips.

Once they broke free, gasping, y/n said, “There! Now I’ve hurt you too, we’re even. But I still want you with me Haru. Don’t ever leave me please.”

Realizing what she was trying to convey with her actions, Sanzu felt tears pool in his eyes as he hugged her fiercely and sobbed uncontrollably.

Hugging him with the same intensity, y/n also started crying. She dared not tell him that she knew the reason for his behavior.

After a good 10 minutes of hugging and crying, they both separated. Wiping his eyes with the back of his hands, he laughed embarrassingly as he said, “You’d think I was about to get my periods seeing my mood swings.”

The lame joke hurt y/n more than she would like to admit. She knew it was his pathetic attempt to try and cover up why he was being emotional.

Not wanting his efforts to go waste, y/n laughed along weakly as she played along by saying, “Yeah, maybe it’s not just you. I cried too!”

“Are you though?”

“I might be.”

“Then, let’s not do it tonight. We can wait for another time.”

“No, we’ve waited long enough.”

“No princess, I want it to be perfect because it’s you.”

“Hmph, look at you, turning down sex when your girlfriend is begging for it.”

“Princess, you don’t know how hard I am trying to control myself. Please don’t test me.”

“What if I want to test you, Haruchiyo Sanzu sama~”, y/n asked sensuously while blowing softly in his ear.

“Grr, you’ll be the death of me!”, Sanzu grumbled as he took her hand and raced back to their suite.

He’d spent all that he had, to get the best suite in a decent hotel in Okinawa.

As soon as they entered, he attacked her with kisses all over her face. Giggling, y/n put her arms around his neck and jumped up, only to be caught by Sanzu in a sturdy grip.

As he was panting against her neck when y/n giggled and said, “Let’s get some Sakura Sake delivered to the room. It’ll be just like the first time we kissed.”

“Your wish is my command, princess!”, while still peppering her with kisses, he walked over to the bed and dropped her on it. Climbing atop her, he picked the phone which was on the drawer beside the bed and pressed 1.

“Hello, this is the front desk, how may we help you?”

“Please bring...”, Sanzu looked at y/n. She held up two fingers.

“Please bring 2 bottles of Sakura Sake to room 1204.”

“Yes sir, it will be there in 10 minutes. Would you like it chilled or warm?”

Looking at y/n, Sanzu repeated the question. “Would I like it chilled or warm?”

She mouthed ‘chilled’.

“We’d like it chilled please. Thank you for your hard work.”

Sanzu kept the phone back as he planned to get back to necking, only for y/n to sit up and pull him close to her. Giggling, she asked, “So how did you end up booking such a fancy suite? It must have cost a lot!”

“My princess should not worry about anything. Everything is worth it for you, y/n~”, Sanzu said, while getting comfortable beside her.

‘Yes, everything was worth it for y/n. Now if only he could promise her an eternity.’

“But did they allow you to book a room like this when we’re not even married?”

Smirking while looking at her, he whispered in her ear while drawing lazy circles on her stomach, “Who said we were two unmarried people? You are Mrs. Haruchiyo Sanzu right now.”

Fake gasping, she asked him, “And where is my proposal and the ring, Mr. Haruchiyo?”

Getting out a box from his pant pocket, Sanzu slipped the ring coolly onto her left ring finger, while saying, “What are you saying, my princess, the ring is right here. You’re mine, now and forever. There, that’s my proposal to you~”

y/n was shocked. It wasn’t just any ring. It was a platinum ring with a dainty Kashmir blue sapphire at the center. Around the large blue rock were several smaller cornflower blue sapphires. They encircled the bigger rock to form a pretty little flower. It was delicate, elegant and charming in its own way.

“Wha-“

“Shh my love. I wanted to propose to you tomorrow at the festival, but I could not wait, so here it is. I’m sorry it’s not a very fancy proposal, but I hope you can accept it. Will you marry me one day?”

Tears glistened once more in y/n's eyes. It felt like Sanzu was hell bent on making her cry endlessly before he left.

“Yes! Yes, I will marry you, Haruchiyo Sanzu. I love you so fucking much! Oh, wait, I don’t have a ring for you Haru. I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you. give me some time please.”

“No princess, I don’t need a ring right now. I just want you to be mine. When we’re about to get married, then you can get me a ring. I know you love blue so I got this created especially for you. So to burden you with my choice, let me tell you beforehand. I love pink. No no, don’t call me a girl. Boys can like pink too. So get me a ring which is pink in color, okay?”

“Okay. I promise to get you a ring in the prettiest pink color there ever exists.”

Getting her phone, y/n opened up a page on the internet which showed different shades of pink diamonds. Snuggling closer into Sanzu arms, she showed him her phone and asked, “Is it fine if I select this fancy vivid pink color for the main part and this intense pink one for the rest of the design? “

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Sanzu spoke as he walked to open it.

“Hmm, here I thought that you would be creative with your design. Are you planning on getting a similar ring created?”, Sanzu said as he opened a bottle of the chilled Sake and poured it in two Sake cups. Handing one cup to y/n, he reclined on the bed beside her while unbuttoning his shirt.

y/n placed her cup on the headrest and picked up the remote to switch on the AC in the room. She then pulled the covers on the both of them until the waist. She knew that Sanzu was a person who liked to sleep half naked. He’d always toss away his shirt while pulling up the covers halfway on the both of them.

Now, y/n was so used to sleeping this way, that it had become an ingrained habit, to switch on the cooler, AC, fan, what have you and pull the covers up halfway.

Once they both were tucked in cozily, she picked up her cup from the headrest behind her and wiggled towards Sanzu’s open arm. Once she was completely encircled in his embrace, they both entwined their hands, which were holding the Sake cups and drank from it, just like newlyweds did. However, they’d always done this right from the start.

Once the first round was over, while Sanzu was refilling both the cups, y/n spoke, “Who said it would be the same design? You just need to sit back and relax while I get your ring created. Since you surprised me now, it’s my turn to surprise you.”, y/n replied. Sanzu was back to holding her in his embrace and was giving her the cup, as she lazily traced an S shape on his chest.

“Oh, so what design will it be, love?”, Sanzu asked in an amused voice. He was trying his hardest to not try and focus on the minutes ticking away.

“Hmm, since you are so beautiful, I was thinking... nope, not telling you~”, she teased him.

“At least give me a hint, this isn’t fair.”, Sanzu whined as he downed his cup and placed it behind him on the headrest. He didn’t want to get drunk and blab unnecessary things. After placing the cup, he brought out a gift-wrapped book from their overnight bag and placed it on her stomach.

“Read this for me tonight please.”, he said, while going back to hugging her torso, as she half reclined on the bed.

“Weren’t we going to do it tonight?”, y/n asked with an innocent expression.

“No, tonight, I just want to hear your voice while I hug you to my heart’s content.”, Sanzu replied while trailing kisses dangerously low on her neck. He was inches away from her breasts.

“Is everything alright honey?”

The question slipped out of y/n's mouth before she could stop herself.

“Yeah, just want you close to me sweetheart. As much as possible. I wanna be one with you, but not with sex.”, he replied as he kissed his way up to her collarbone.

What he didn’t want to tell her was that he felt extremely guilty. If they were to do it tonight and he’d up and leave tomorrow on the day of the festival, it would seem that he had only stayed with her, just to get into her pants. So instead, he’d proposed to her and wanted to postpone sex.

He didn’t mind it if she would curse him out and throw away the ring that he’d just given; in anger, for abandoning her right after proposing, but it did not sit well with him if she were to think of him as just another scumbag. No, he would not allow that.

So, painful as it was, he controlled himself, and settled to just snuggle with her. Even if her first time would be with someone else who could make her happier far into the future, he did not want to ruin what they had just for momentary pleasure, just to scratch his itch. Because what they had was far too precious to him than sex.

y/n opened the wrapper, only to find a novel by one of her favorite authors. Although it was something that she had read before, she could not help but smile at the looks of it.

As Sanzu all but curled up into her body, using her left shoulder as a pillow, she wrapped her arm around him and held the book open.

Eragon – by Christopher Paolini

She’d read this book on their very first date which was in the park. Sanzu had fallen asleep after a few pages and she had smacked his head and woken him up and continued to read the story out loud to him.

“Haru, how come you brought this book as a gift?”

“It was the book that you’d read on our very first date. How could I forget? You even bonked me on my head for falling asleep!”

“Well then, this time, I’ll change my way of waking you up, if you fall asleep while I read to you. What do you say?”

“I’m actually scared to know what the new method’s going to be.”

y/n kissed him sweetly on his nose, as she said, “Is this okay?”

“Mhm, this is good. This works.”

Kissing his forehead affectionately, y/n opened it to the first page as she started to read. However, unlike the older days, every time she finished a sentence, she’d press a soft kiss on his face. Sometimes the forehead, other times his cheeks, his nose, his scars. But every time she got to his lips, he’d pull her in for a deeper kiss which lasted for a good couple of minutes before reluctantly letting go.

They spent the entire night stuck on the first chapter, as the kisses increased while the sentences being read from the book became shorter and shorter. Neither wanted to let the other go.

It was close to 4AM.

Seeing that Sanzu had dozed off, y/n quietly closed the book and placed it beside her. She then turned towards Sanzu and kept her lips pressed to his forehead, while hugging him. She murmured on his forehead, “it’s ironic that you got me this book, Haru. For my idea of the ring for you, was going to be a pink dragon. Because you make me feel safe in a way I’ve never felt before. Sleep well baby, sweet dreams. You’re the only one for me in this life and the next.”

She dared not to whisper the rest of the words which were stuck in her throat, for fear of the fact that she would not be able to let him go if she said them out loud.

‘I wish you never had to leave.’

Unbeknownst to her, Sanzu was awake and had heard her talk. He did his best to hold in his feelings, for fear that the tears at the back of his throat would give away the fact that he was awake. He just hugged her closer as he nestled his head on her chest.

A few hours later, both of them checked out of the suite and got back to Tokyo on Sanzu’s bike. It was a smooth ride. Sanzu purposely drove as slow as possible so as to enjoy y/n's arms around him for the very last time. The wind in his face seemed to help dry his tears as he rode.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Once they were close to y/n's house, he drove a block away and parked in a deserted alley. As y/n got down from his bike, she gave the safety helmet back to him as she readied to pick up her bag. Sanzu gulped forcefully to swallow the huge lump in his throat.

This was it.

He removed his helmet and brought her face close, while kissing her for the last time. It was deep, slow and emotional. Like he was trying to memorize what her lips felt like, the insides of her mouth, her tongue, her taste, everything. Memorize it one last time before disappearing.

Once they both reluctantly broke free, he lied to her, saying, “y/n, I’m a little busy today so I won’t be able to go to the fireworks festival with you tonight. Can you go with your other friends? Let's meet again later.”

y/n felt like someone had dropped a heavy boulder on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. This was it. This was the moment. Once she let him go now, they would never meet. But if she could not be strong for him, she would be the death of him.

Steeling her nerves, she nodded her head vigorously as she replied, “Okay, I’ll go with Hina and Takemitchi. Don’t worry about it, alright?”

Pasting on the brightest smile that she could muster, she started walking towards her house. Just as she had taken a couple of steps, she dropped her bag on the ground and ran back to Sanzu who was still sitting on his bike. He was waiting till she’d safely entered her house before he could take his leave. He did not expect her to run back to him.

As she reached Sanzu, she took his face in her hands and kissed him with the same slow pace that he’d just done to her, only breaking it from time to time to breathe for a bit.

Sanzu could feel his resolve crumbling. He had to get away from her as soon as possible, else Mikey would harm her and then skin him alive before disappearing.

Finally, when y/n broke free, she bumped her forehead against his while breathing rapidly.

“I just wanted to say again, I love you Haru. I will always love you. I’ll never get tired of loving you.”

“Baby, I love you too.”, Sanzu breathed, not wanting to let her go.

Licking her lips, she pecked him on his scars one last time as she asked, “Would it be okay if I could to take a picture with you now, because we won’t be able to meet each other tonight?”

“Whatever you wanna do, I’m down for it.”

“Then remove your jacket.”

Sanzu immediately unzipped his jacket to reveal the icy blue semi formal dress shirt that he was wearing. In the meantime, y/n touched up her lipstick to the blood red shade that was in her purse. She never wore such bold colors, but these past couple of days, she had done a lot of things which she never did. The lipstick meant nothing now.

Sanzu roughly combed his hair into place with his fingers while y/n straightened her icy blue sleeveless summer dress which reached just above her knees.

They’d both worn matching outfits today.

Once they were both ready, she switched on the front camera of her phone and took a burst of selfies where his arms were wrapped loosely around her neck, another set with her kissing him on his cheek, while he looked surprised at the sudden kiss. A third set of pictures followed wherein he was busy trying to get the shade of blood red on his own lips by kissing it off of hers. Finally, the last set had both of them looking happily into the camera with lipstick smudged all over their faces, however their expressions were so blissful, anyone looking at the pictures would think that they were a newly married couple in their honeymoon phase, enjoying marital bliss.

“I’ll send these to your email tonight Haru. Love you~”, y/n said, as she picked up the bag and started walking away as quickly as possible. She wanted to get out of there so that she could cry her eyes out in her empty room.

Before she could disappear, Sanzu quickly removed his phone from the jacket and ran to put it on her shoulders and said, “Wear it, I don’t want others to look at your pretty figure.”

She’d smiled and accepted his jacket. It would be the very last thing he could ever give her.

Finally, y/n was out of his sight.

Sighing, he put his phone in his pants pocket and rode away to meet Mikey. No use sticking around for anything else, now that goodbyes were said.

What he didn’t know was that y/n never went to the fireworks festival. She’d locked herself up in her room till late night and cried herself to sleep. She slept in his jacket while holding her left hand close to her heart. The ring glittering in the moonlight that leaked into her room from the window beside her.

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Sanzu had tears glistening in his eyes as he slowly walked up to her and kneeled in front of her while hugging her stomach, just like old days and laid his head on her laps. His touches were so gentle that it felt like he was trying to keep his distance in fear that she would break like a porcelain doll.

“Baby, what happened?”, he managed in a broken voice between sobs.

“...”

She never spoke a word, her eyes still unseeing.

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