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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

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TW: abduction

A/n: Not all characters will be dated/developing relationships in the first book/season. You may have to wait until the second book/season if you are waiting for a specific character.

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Chapter 4: Lunchbox Friends

《𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝》

Who could blame me? In a matter of time, I witnessed multiple deaths, almost caused my own death, slept with my best friend, and now I need to meet with some kind of gang lord?

Who could blame me for trying to get out a situation I so foolishly put myself in?

"Emma, I need your help," I said over the phone.

"Sure! What's up?" Poor girl. Doesn't even know I'm about to ask for the impossible.

"Remember how you said your husband used to be gang affiliated?" I asked sheepishly.

"....Yes?.." She agrees skeptically.

I sigh, preparing myself. "So, let's say one of my little fuck buddies-"

"Ew." She interrupts. I couldn't help but giggle and continue, feeling less nervous.

"He's in a gang. He set me up to basically steal info from someone I guess was skimming them?" I take a deep breath, "I slipped up, which resulted in multiple casualties, and now I'm set up to meet with their leader or whatever."

"Oh."

"Yea."

The silence is deafening.

"Emma, I know I basically just told you I helped commit a crime, but believe me when I say I don't want to be in this situation. Just.. please help me out.." I let out a sigh. Things feel less heavy once you're sharing the weight with someone else.

I finally hear an exhale on her end, likely holding her breath just as I was. "Fine. On one condition."

"Anything." I reply desperately.

"I don't want our names mentioned at all. I'm sure Kenny still has some connections from his gang days, I'll see if he can get you somewhere safe." A smile spreads across my face. Finally, some good news.

"I'll also ask Hina if Takemichi can help with identity changes.." The energy suddenly grows heavy. Moving someplace else is one thing, but changing who I am and whom I associate with after is another.

".. I understand. I'm just glad there's even a smidge of hope.." I say solemnly.

I can almost see Emma's sad smile. "Hey, maybe once you get yourself together with your new identity, we'll have another go at life, yeah?"

I smile sadly. "Yeah.. thanks again, Em."

"No problem, love." The phone clicks.

Em & Em 💋: Ken is waiting outside, babes. Goodluck! I love you. 💕

I couldn't help the smile spreading across my face at her text. Even though I wouldn't be able to contact her until after I get my new identity, she still finds a way to make things even a little better.

I leave out the front door with only my necessities in hand. I see Draken's red truck waiting for me across the street. I make my way over and offer a small smile. He returns it reluctantly. Hopping in the passenger seat, I throw my arms around him.

"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much you're helping." I let go and give a more genuine smile. This time, I can tell his is genuine too. Ken starts the car, and off we go.

It's now around the time I was supposed to be meeting with Hanma's boss, sooner or later he'll--

Ding!

I look at my phone to see a message from Hanma.

H: hilarious. If I don't see you in 10 minutes, things are gonna get worse for you .

My mouth runs dry. Hanma must've gone to my house early. Me being a cock-drunk fool, gave him a spare key.

"Kenny, I'm so sorry, but how much longer till we get there?"

He glances at me. " 'Bout 8 minutes tops."

I let out a short breath. He must've noticed something was wrong because he turns my way, still paying attention to the road. He calls my name, grabbing my attention.

"It's gonna be okay, mitchy is talking with a few of my guys as we speak. You're gonna be out of here, new identity, sipping on some Don Julio." He smiles at me and I can't help but return it. I turn my phone off to take my mind off of things and turn back towards the road.

We stop at a dirt road littered with large metal containers.

"This is as far as I go, honey bunches of oats." He let's the nickname Emma calls me slip as a final goodbye of sorts.

Tears begin to cloud my vision.

"It'll take a while before you get your new ID, but I assure you you'll be safe until you get it." He reassures me, wrapping his arms around me. He releases me and unlocks the door. The deafening sound of the door unlocking makes my heart drop lower than it already is.

"Just wait at that green container. Soon, a chopper will come and take you to America."

I let out a shaky breath and exit the truck. "Thank you, Ken. Tell everyone I said thank you and goodbye." He nods and I smile, closing the door.

He drives off and I wave him off until I cant see him anymore. I walk over to the green container, leaning against it. I can't find it in me to look at my phone, not when I know who is waiting for me.

A black van stopping in front of me pulls me out of my thoughts. The back door opens and a man with a large scar running across his face steps out. His eyes lock with mine and I notice they are not only red, but he's blind in one of them. He says my name, attempting to confirm my identity.

"Ah.. yes..?" He quickly grabs my wrists, twisting them behind my back. I scream out in pain and notice another figure leaving the van. The man with the pink mullet.

"Sanzu, put the paper on the container and let's go." The scarred man orders trying to push me into the van. I fight back with all my strength, throwing my head back in an attempt to at least break his nose.

He sighs, aggravated. He takes his right hand and pushes my head against the van seat, holding both my wrists with his left effortlessly.

"Make this easier for the both of us and work with us, alright?" He scoffs.

The man named Sanzu speaks up, taping the paper to the container just as he was told. "Ahhh, but that wouldn't be very entertaining, now would it?" He smiles creepily.

I scream at the top of my lungs hoping anyone would hear. The man holding me removes his hand from my head, placing it on my neck instead, silencing me.

"Listen, you caught me on a bad day. I'm stuck with this maniac, and now you're testing my patience." His grip tightens on my neck.

Sanzu clears his throat. "Thanks, but I've decided that the gang life is actually for me." I look at the paper he's reading off of. These freaks have managed to copy my handwriting, creating a false letter with my signature at the bottom.

Sanzu lets out a crazed laugh. "This isn't believable, not even by a little. But hey, do we really have to make it believable when they ain't gon do shit?!" He pops an orange pill and smiles.

"I say fuck the paper. Who would mess with Bonten anyway?" His smile fades. "Fucking Phoenix." He scoffs. "But hey, what Mikey says goes, so put her ass in the van and let's go."

Sanzu gets in the drivers seat as the man shoves me in the van, settling in next to me. In the passenger seat, I see Hanma turned around with a mocking smile.

"What'd I tell you, sweetheart? Don't tell me you thought getting a couple of your goons together would get riddah me?" He cackles.

Sanzu drives off and Hanma continues lecturing me.

"You had eyes on you as soon as you completed that little task for me, doll. Had you declined, you coulda had your boring life as a junior informations analyst back." He jabs his bottom lip out in a mocking manner. I glare at him, the last thing I want to do is entertain him even more by replying.

But doing just that aggravated him further. His hand shoots out, grabbing me by my jaw and bringing me forward.

"I told you to fucking listen to me, right? Told ya things were gonna get worse, right? Well now you don't hafta answer to me!" He says with happy sarcasm.

"You gotta answer to Mikey, my boss. You have to, once again," he cuts himself off, bringing a finger up. "Be responsible for the death of multiple people." He stares at me a little longer before lowering his hand and pushing my face away.

"Tch. This the typa shit that drives a man to smoke, aint that right, Kakucho?" The man beside me, whom I'm guessing is Kakucho, doesn't respond, and instead scrunches his nose at Hanma in a disapproving manner.

Subtlely patting myself down, I realize Kakucho confiscated all my personal items.

"Oi"

I look up to see a gun being pointed at me by Sanzu.

"Try anything, and your death will be the next one you're responsible for." He waves the gun around. "Get it?"

I nod. "Good." He replies with a smile.

Everyone begins exiting the van, Kakucho slightly pulling me along. We arrived at a soup shop, one that has recently been getting a lot of traction, I've noticed. We step in and no one looks in our direction. Almost as if they know better than to do so. We step through the back, Hanma merely nodding at the owner. We reach the back of the restaurant, coming across a door leading to the basement. Sanzu sauntered over, unlocking the hatch.

Kakucho walks me down with Hanma and Sanzu following close behind. We reach the end of the stairs and come face to face with a large metal door. Kakucho types in a code and the door beeps. Shuji opens the door and I'm met with big  men carrying drugs, alcohol, firearms, you name it. It's illegal? It's  down here.

The men greet us, some bowing, nodding, or a quick "hey boss."

I'm escorted straight to the back, seeing yet another door. Sanzu knocks.

"Haruchiyo Sanzu, Hitto Kakucho, and Shuji Hanma, permission to enter?" Sanzu states my name, soon the door flings open, with me being flung inside as well. The doors close behind me and I'm met with a sad looking man waiting at his desk.

The man had on flip flops, black sweatpants, and a baggy grey shirt. It's like I was looking at who I would've been if I had declined Shuji's favor. Rotting at a desk.

I swallow heavily, nervous. "I just want to say that I wasn't going to say anything. I was gonna leave and never turn back, I just-"

"Emma Sano, Takemichi Hanegaki, Ken Ryuguji, and Hinata Tachibana." My heart drops and the man stands, his expression unchanging.

"You gathered these people to help you escape Tokyo, is that right?" The question sounded more like a statement, yet the man still stood there, waiting for a response. I'm sweating now. I remember what Emma said and attempt to reply.

"No, they-"

He cuts me off. "Why are you lying?"

This time, the question is rhetorical. He continues.

"You do understand that Bonten is the largest crime organization here in Tokyo, yes? Even that sad job you have is under my thumb."

My heart drops. I've been working for criminals for years.

"But that's not important at all." He walks over to a window, staring out of it. "Well, it will be important later..." he looks at me.

"You are a junior informations analyst, yes? Tell me the keyword in that sentence."

I think for a moment, fidgeting nervously.

"Largest?"

"Correct. The keyword is largest. And to be the largest organization, you have to have large connections." His hands cross behind his back as he walks towards me.

"Businesses are not the only connections we have, you see. Ginya Investments, this soup store, are only two of them." The man now stands in front of me.

"But the real cash makers are fake ID's and human trafficking." His dark eyes bore into mine, making me uncomfortable.

He says my name, making my throat close up. "You understand what I'm trying to tell you, yes?"

I swallow.

"No matter how fast you run, or how many connections you think you have, it all comes back to me." He says coldly.

The guards who opened the door leave the room, leaving me alone with the devil himself.

"So why do you think I should let you, a liar, an unofficial member who screwed up their first task, live to see another day when all you've done is be a pain?" He asks with a tilt of his head.

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Hey Jairay, could you PLEEEASE make more of Yandere Souya. But have the person his fixated on to be a foreigner who can’t speak Japanese(so they probably don’t have many friends there)and be very artsy, kinda alt(highlights, piercing specifically a tripled spiked helix cuz those are so cool but whatever you want), and preferably a person of color (maybe South Asian cuz they get so much hate for what bro😭). I imagine they get talked about cuz Japan DOESNT like alt people bruh and colorism is very normalized. I’m so sorry if this is long, love but I NEED MORE YANDERE SOUYA SO BAD.

OMG, REALLY???? You learn sum new everydayyyyy

Unfortunately, I have many new requests, so hopefully I can write this asapp I'm very excited to do sooo

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Someone tell me not to write about silco 😫

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My obsession with Arcane got me searching up "Silco ASMR" 😔

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I've finally finished all I need to do 🥹 (Accept for one request)

I feel so at peace now 😊

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𝕐𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕙𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕒

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙿𝚝.𝟸

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

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𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕛𝕦 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕒

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

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𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕠

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙿𝚝.𝟸

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

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𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕠 ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕠

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙿𝚝.𝟸

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

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𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕠

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙿𝚝.𝟸

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

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𝕊𝕙𝕦𝕛𝕚 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕞𝕒

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗

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ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕪𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕫𝕦

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗

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𝕀𝕫𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕨𝕒

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗

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ℝ𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕦 ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕚

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗

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ℝ𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕚

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

𝚄𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗

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𝕊𝕖𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕦 𝕀𝕟𝕦𝕚

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

[𝙽𝚘 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜…]

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗

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