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hemorrhage: a yaeyato oneshot

about: a yakuza AU with yae miko of the grand narukami shrine and kamisato ayato of the kamisato clan.

word count: ~4.5k words (istg these oneshots just keep getting longer and longer).

author's note: requested by one of my moots, had real fun writing this one! next fic would be ~10k words long now HAHAHAHA anyway, please enjoy!

Bang!

…

A loud thud resounded within the room, immediately followed by a deafening silence.

Sounds of footsteps shortly filled the quiet space, heading towards the source of the noise.

The pink-haired woman stares keenly at what’s laying in front of her before looking to the fabric that has been fully stained with red through and through.

This is gonna be such a mess for the poor bastard that’s going to tidy this up.

Appearing unimpressed, she sighs as she walks over the lifeless corpse beneath her and towards the window. The rain that’s slowly but quickly dripping over the glass hazes the lively glows of the cityscape over on the other side. She gazes wistfully at the sight that cannot be absorbed.

Expressing slight disappointment with a frown, she turns around and sits down on the office chair. With the same unamused look, she puts her weapon down, reached inside both of her pockets and grabbed a cigarette in her left and a lighter in the right. Like a match made in heaven.

Flick!

“It’s so damn cold here.” She grumbles to no one.

As she attempts to conceal her shivering as if she’s hiding her anxiety while negotiating for a juicy deal in front of three businessmen— Oh.

She inhales the rough flavor of tobacco and blows the smoke outwards carelessly.

At least here no one will fucking complain.

She flicks the burning cigarette once more before putting it again in her mouth, withering it to crisp in one go and throwing its butt to the wall. Giving herself time to soak some warmth back to her chilly form, she puts down her sunglasses to the table and forcefully takes her phone from her pocket.

Letting her back fall onto the chair, she sets her foot aside on the wooden furniture.

She looks up to the ceiling and closes her eyes, allowing some of that fatigue to melt just so she could recover some of that lost energy in this day that seems to go on without end. Not her first time, but she could just never get used to it. God help her if she ever did.

A few seconds have passed by and she finally let herself enter back into consciousness.

She opens her phone that she has tightly held in front of her, and is greeted by the ever-familiar sight of a young man with a hair that reflects the color of the sky, magnificently contrasting with his maroon tuxedo, tightest as it can get to reveal some form of his true build.

Unbeknownst to her, whether by impulse or conscious choice, she purred at the sight.

Her look became that of a miner who had just struck gold, or rather, diamond for that matter. Tantalized by the figure her eyes had seen, she swayed her fingers towards her phone, gently caressing the screen, with the desire of someone that wants them to just morph out of their pixelated form right there, right then.

“Oh…how badly I just want to be with you.” His enchantment has seemed to work once more.

“I promise you. I would never have anyone have their way with you. Only me, and me only.” With a teasing tone in her voice.

She giggled slightly as she tried to wear off that fleeting moment of temptation which have been recurrently disrupting her otherwise serious approach to her work, but it had never bothered her in the slightest.

Oh…you’re going to be the death of me. And I’m gonna make myself your death too.

As quick as she became roused in that instant, she swiftly managed to switch her attention back to her task at hand. She finally opened her phone and worked her way to her contacts list, scrolling past what seemed like thousands of numbers, looking for the right one to message. Tapping on the number, she typed:

“I got the right guy. Expect no more disturbance from him.”

She sent the message seconds before hearing a sound that confirmed its delivery. She turned her phone off as she let her mind wander over to one of the million things she constantly think about every day.

Life here is definitely difficult, but she had no choice, because this could lead to a better outcome she is hoping for, unlike her other dead-end jobs. They weren’t cutting it at all. She had, and to an extent, still has love for her passion works nevertheless. Inside that scope of limitless satisfaction, any competition present would be effortlessly defeated, they could have made her live forever.

Only if the environment wasn’t so demanding, only if the people weren’t that toxic: Only if she didn’t constantly feel like something was missing, then maybe she wouldn’t have turned to a life full of violence, torture, conflict, and revenge. She is cruel enough to keep working like this, but…

She wasn’t soulless.

Her concern for her own safety, financial stability, or even legacy, fails in comparison when it comes to her concern of what’s left of her own purity, desperately clinging onto the last unstained fragments of her character.

For her, the only thing that sets her apart from her peers is her unparalleled ability for romance. Yet her growing numbness has made her ignorant of what makes her, her. Years of being in the same business has molded her into being an unrecognizable part of the whole, slowly breaking down her own identity. It’s a miracle that it hasn’t completely destroyed her.

She only recently realized what it was doing to her, but it didn’t come from any life-changing occurrences nor any attempts at self-reflection. Her true self-esteem, unperceived by the people who think who knows her, cannot allow that to happen anymore.

No.

It was like an outside force that just barged her doors down. It was entirely unexpected.

“That guy—“

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sound vibrating from her phone.

She quickly grabbed her phone, appearing frustrated that her time for contemplating was disturbed. She opens it, and sees the message on the notification tab:

“An order from the oyabun himself: Eliminate shatei Kamisato, guilty of colluding with rival clan Aritoshi-kai. He will be there soon, you’ll have only this night to carry this out.”

She looks with widened eyes as she reads the message again.

The bad dream.

“Ah.” She utters.

Truly the perfect model of composure, she calmly sets her phone down and gently spins his chair to face the window again. From an outside look, she seemed unfazed as she always does whenever any hit mission is to be carried out, but this was the first time she had been ordered to kill one of their own. And that person, really had to be him.

“My, my. It just had to be you, pretty boy. Hm?” She says with a luscious voice, forming a smile on her lips as she looks towards the window, noticing the same sight of the moist glass.

She grabs her phone away from the table to her soft palms. She opens it and quickly went to her gallery. Pictures amounted to thousands, she scrolls down as if she’s desperately looking for something: Fancy shots of her fine-dining quality sets of meals, close-ups of red foxes, selfies of herself trying out multiple clothes and dresses, images of jewelries, screenshots of texts and book covers, and an old picture of her in a white robe and a scarlet skirt-like clothing.

Scrolling past these photos caused her to smile pensively as she reminisces within her mind.

She really have lived a life.

Though they were great memories, they will never compare to the relevance of what’s just now presented on her screen.

“Oh, look at you.” She mutters with that same tone in her voice.

Several pictures of her subordinate clothed in different suits, taken by her in multiple occasions when they are in the same room together or when they boss had to call in a meeting. She couldn’t just resist taking candid photos of him when she had the chance.

He wore formal suits in most of his pictures, only varying in color. One in complete black, another in a floral cyan tuxedo with black pants, and another one in white tuxedo and red pants. She definitely could have completed the entire color wheel just with his clothing style. Sometimes, she could get a picture of him in his casuals, especially when he’s off his job. There’s a picture of him in blue sweaters and black tights and another in a simple blue t-shirt and white shorts.

Seeing all of those with a thirsty gaze, she scrolled a bit before finding and tapping on another photo of his:

It was a picture of him during the initiation ritual when he officially joined the clan. He was only wearing an underwear that time while having a tattoo of a mishmash of dragons, suns, and flowers on the right upper half of his body, covering his entire right arm. During the capture of the photo, the rites were finished, he was drinking a bubble tea while resting on a chair.

“Shame, you look so handsome in these photos. In fact, this one is my favorite.” As she continues to stare at the semi-naked photo of his, swallowing the dryness she’s feeling in her throat.

She didn’t know what to feel in carrying out her mission. She knew that she was definitely in love with him, but she also knows that she couldn’t go against the boss. Let it be anyone, a middleman or whatnot, just not the boss. She had seen the consequences firsthand of continuing with such an act.

Courageousness? Stupidity?

Either way, the outcome was always the same.

She could have let a battle rage on in his mind about what she should do. She could have let the dilemma go on for a bit longer like what back then when she received her very first orders. But no, she had learned. She knows where to set her mind to. After all, this is her job, isn’t it?

“Alright.” She firmly says, with no more traces of hesitation.

A notification sound was heard from her phone again. It was a message from an unknown number:

“This is Ryuma. Oyabun messaged me of your task. Kamisato and I are about to enter the room in a couple of minutes. This is your chance, ane-san Yae. Your call, I’ll be prepared.”

She returns her phone back to the pocket.

This needs to end quickly. Someone might’ve called the police once the gunshot possibly echoed through the walls.

Alright, I’ll take him out with one bullet, and this will soon blow over.

As the glass reflects a nod, she returns the chair back behind the table and settled herself down. She stood up, putting her sunglasses back on and grabbing the gun, putting it behind in the back of her pants, a snatch away from being able to arm herself.

She arranges herself to look as pretty as she can get, especially in front of his crush target. Brushing her hair so that it falls down as straightest as it can get on his back. Adjusting her bangs back to the correct position towards the middle so that it may not block her sight.

Beautiful, but efficient.

Now, comes the worst part: The unpredictable wait.

But she will have to endure, even if it gets a little insufferable.

All of this fucking tension for what?

…

“So, what am I to do with this body? It feels so…out of place for a room that’s intricately designed as this one.”

She complements the room as she tries to entertain herself while waiting, tapping her heels on the floor.

To be all alone, even with a corpse, in anticipation for someone and standing, not doing anything but to maintain that form, is a little bit awkward…and a bit creepy.

…

A sound was heard as the door unlocks.

Footsteps resonated within the dead space as they entered the room, encountering a pink-haired woman sitting by the table.

“Ane-san Yae!” A black-haired man spoke and bowed in front of her.

She immediately identified him as Ryuma, her companion.

His greeting was followed by another:

“Ane-san Yae.” The familiar blue-haired man spoke and smoothly bowed in front of her.

This man’s gentle voice reverberated along her bones, causing slight goosebumps arising on her skin. Somehow, his voice creates an aura of comfort that follows him wherever he goes, and she wants to be within that distance, and much closer.

She notices that he had worn a combination of colors he had never used before. He paired his white tuxedo and pants with a light purple t-shirt and a golden tie. He has never managed to look this as elegant as this before.

Taken aback by his appearance, she returns back their greetings.

“Shatei Ryuma, and shatei Kamisato. Good evening, let’s have a talk, shall we? And oh, sorry for the body here, please let it not bother us.” Her sultry tone has returned, the fault of one Kamisato.

Yes, keep looking at me.

“Oh, and before I continue, Mister Kamisato, would you be so kind to allow me to refer to you by your own name?” She curiously but excitedly inquires.

“Ayato, you mean, Ma’am Yae?” He clarifies with a smile.

She nods back with a smile, childishly letting those butterflies float in her stomach.

Your smile is enough to paint more than a million stars.

“Yes, you may. You need not to ask me about that, ma’am.” He jokingly replies back with a soft smile within the corner of his lips.

She gestures to Ryuma to close and lock the door behind them, signifying that she still hasn’t forgotten their intentions with him here.

“Alright. Mister Ayato, I’m going straight to the point. Our oyabun called us here to…settle some differences.” With a bossy voice, she starts explaining the situation to her subordinates.

“There are rumors going around in the clan of someone being dishonest and treacherous to us all. That someone was collaborating with one of our rival clans, exposing all of the clan’s details to them.”

She continues to explain, creating that controlling aura over them.

She looks towards Ayato, observing that he keeps that same serious look as she talks. Sometimes, she often confuses Ayato’s attentiveness with his indifference. If he is able to maintain this same look every damn time, then it is no wonder why he can get away with anything, including this one.

Listen to me, sweetheart. Listen carefully.

“Since our oyabun deeply cares about the integrity and trustworthiness of the clan, he wanted to know if there was any substance to the rumor. Unfortunately, with the help of our superiors, they managed to confirm that the rumor is indeed true.” She sighs disappointingly at the end of her little summary.

Both of her juniors remained quiet, listening to their senior.

One, responsively listening and looking to her.

And the other, responsively listening but looking away from her.

“Did they manage to track down the culprit, Ma’am?” Ryuma questioned with a startled look, playing into Yae’s little ruse.

“Yes, they did. With the greatest efforts of the administrators of our clan, they managed to pluck out a name.” She assured Ryuma.

“Mister Ayato, how do you feel?” She gazes back at him, trying to suggest something.

He seemed to nonchalantly quiver after she asked him, looking straight back at her. A man that looked like he was tranced by something off the distance.

“I…I must say, Ma’am, I find all of that saddening, but most angering. I never would have thought that one of us will have the brass neck to betray the clan, after everything that the clan has done to them. Although I’m the most recent one that have joined, I am very appreciative of the assistance that each member, and above all, the boss, have given us.” He finally answered, though, with some hesitation present in his tone.

And she caught onto that.

Good boy.

“As you might’ve known, we have always strived to expand our reach but if there is one thing that this clan values above all, then it would be our utmost royalty. We may be few as compared to our rivals, but each and every one of their members have never had such a close relationship like ours.” She loudly proclaims while looking suspiciously at both Ryuma and Ayato.

Ayato may be good at playing dumb, but Yae is a master at playing the part.

Regardless if it represents much of her morals or not.

“And as one of its seniors, might I say that I quite simply had enough…”

A hushed snarl was heard as she trailed off her little speech. Something that was uncharacteristic of her.

“Let’s cut the bullshit. This traitor is present in this room.”

She had never been quite the angry type that would lash at people from out of the blue. She could be angry but still have that same attitude as if she wasn’t. There is something calculated in the manner of how she unleashes some of that irritation.

I had fucking enough of playing this little game and having to do it over and over again!

Her subordinates were startled at her, but understood of some her annoyance.

Well, at least one of them does.

The other seemed to be a little on edge.

“Let’s play a little game: At the count of three, whoever gets shot in the head is clean, while the person with a hole in his skull is the traitor that I’ve been talking about, got it?” Those words slipped past her tongue like a knife cutting through a butter, intimidating them both, even Ryuma.

Effortlessly, her hands danced towards the gun, cocks it, and then points it towards their general direction.

“One.”

She starts the countdown.

Ryuma remained still in his posture. He knows that he isn’t the target.

Ayato looked threatened but retained that confidence in the way he presents himself.

“Two.”

Ryuma stayed still as he stares towards Yae, and switching his attention to the would-be victim.

Ayato bit his lip, staring at the floor while putting his hands behind his back.

Oh?

“Three.”

She finishes the countdown.

Bang! Bang!

A loud thud resounded within the room, immediately followed by a deafening silence.

Sounds of hitched breaths shortly filled the quiet space.

Two succeeding gunshots were heard, instead of just one.

The figures still standing held their form, arms outwards after shooting at the other, all while staring at each other intently at the eyes.

Yae realizes she’s still alive, in relief.

Ayato realizes he’s still alive, in disbelief.

He peeks beside at where Yae is looking.

The poor Ryuma has been rendered lifeless by a gunshot in the head.

Ayato looks back at Yae.

He realizes that he had missed her by a few inches, and had shot at the window behind her.

Damn it, I need to bear the weight better!

The two of them still gaze at each other in silence, waiting for the other to start speaking.

…

“I…I was torn between killing you and letting you live. I suppose you had already known since the beginning that I was referring to you?”

She muttered between held but disjoint breaths, either from nervousness or the fatigue of letting it all out.

“Yes…yes, Ma’am Yae.” As he confirms her suspicion.

Oh, you beautiful thing.

“Stop it now with the ‘ma’am’ now, shall we? I am no longer your superior.” She quietly admits.

He looks at her suspiciously.

“Yeah, haven’t you had the clue of what I’m trying to say here? I no longer want to be a part of this clan. When I said that I’ve had enough before, I really meant it, not just with this thing but with everything.”

She drops her weapon, letting herself be defenseless in front of him.

A dangerous move.

“Do you realize what you have just done?” He wants to make sure if Yae’s acting like herself, and not possessed by some otherworldly force.

She lets her body fall on the table, still sitting straight as drips of sweat trickled off her forehead.

“To be completely honest with you, I don’t know what had just happened. I was assigned the task of eliminating you. At first, I accepted the assignment, but when you and Ryuma came here, and I saw you in person, something clicked inside of me. I don’t understand if it’s the frustration of senseless killing or is it the frustration of having to kill you that got to me, but it made me aim my gun towards Ryuma instead of you.”

She confesses in an honest but distressed tone.

She wasn’t the type of person to tell anyone what’s she’s been feeling. The social isolation created by his work has trained her to be used to the stoic but confident approach to life, only letting some of her honesty from time to time when the situation truly required it.

This...this was something foreign to her. She didn’t act like this before in any of her previous hits, what’s so different about this one? It was easy to do, the setup was great, and all she had to do was point towards the target, and not to someone or something else.

Don’t you realize?

“Yae, I appreciate your honesty, but I’m a rookie with a gun and you could’ve just simply ended me there and then. Why didn’t you? It would’ve been less hassle for you. And now, they will hunt you down too.” Ayato spoke.

You have such a thick skull. Is this what chronic consumption of bubble tea does to you?

Ayato’s ignorance of the situation hit Yae like a truck, and it prompted her to shoot out of the table, consuming any of the energy she has left just to walk towards him and grab her by his collar, facing him just inches away.

“You want to know why I did it? Well, I’ll fucking tell you why. It’s you, you are the reason why I shot that poor idiot beside us, and not you. Here’s what you need to know about me: I am Yae, and I am utterly tired living like this. With all of our previous meetings you might’ve thought that I’m living lavishly and happily, but I am not. I live in constant fear being here. And so, when you came here, I thought of you as a way to break out of this shell, because I fucking fell for you at first sight and I loved you then, and I love you now, and I want to live with you, without bother from these assholes we’re working for. I do not know much about you except that you are fucking hot, and I want to witness this art handcrafted and chiseled by the gods themselves, every single, living, day, of my life. But you know what made me grab your collar and speak to you aggressively like this? It’s because I realized that you are not a shallow man. When you asked me why I didn’t kill you, it confirms to me that you are incredibly thoughtful, unlike the past good-for-nothing suitors I’ve encountered. I want to live with a person like that because that’s the way I’ve been living my entire life. Now, I am presenting you with two choices: Either you can render me and everything I’ve said meaningless by not returning my feelings for you, or you can just say to me straight that you love me as well and I’m inviting you, as your would-be girlfriend, to run away with me, living like hunted rats, but at least…at least…I’m with you.”

Yae ended her little rant breathlessly, yet unmoving with the way he handles Ayato by her hands. Still inches away from his face, letting his sweet scent enter her nostrils and her desperate breaths enter his.

The smell of those who are out of luck.

She awaits for his reply, knowing that she will allow herself to be forceful enough to only accept one decision.

“Alright, Yae.”

Ayato answered with conviction written all over his voice.

“Alright what?! Ayato?”

She presses the issue to leave no doubts.

Yet found herself stunned when she felt something wet on her lips.

Ah, yes please.

His lips briefly met with hers.

Both of them immediately snatched onto the other.

In that short amount of time, Yae managed to melt into the kiss enough to savor his taste. She could definitely taste some traces of the bubble tea, but overall, it was unlike any other that her mouth had the pleasure of receiving. She wanted this taste to be hers, and hers only.

He pulls away from her, seeing her half-lidded eyes return to normal.

She liked what she received.

"Mmmm~"

Sirens were heard from outside the room.

Hearing the noise, they both stood up at the same time, supporting each other as they gaze at one another.

“Yae, I do not know much about you too, but what I do know is that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, and yes, I would agree with everything you’ve said about this way of living. Even after betraying the clan, when I thought that having more would satisfy me, it still didn’t.”

Ayato pensively speaks as he shamelessly confesses his own reasons for betraying the clan, hoping that she could just brush it all off. And lucky for him, it’s easy for Yae to find things that don’t matter to her and not give a single shit about it.

“People do not need more, they just need a single thing, the correct one.” She replies.

She hopes that Ayato would see what she’s hinting at.

“I’m still not sure about my feelings for you…but I want to figure it out.”

Was that a yes, or a no?

“Ayato, you’ll only have a few moments to choose before the police fucking catch us and lock us out like dogs. Do you want to be hunted alone? Or be hunted together with me?”

She gave him the ultimatum of her life.

The police would soon arrive at the scene.

Detectives notes the dried messiness of the blood splattered all over the floor and walls.

This time, the window would be clear.

The corpses covered with body sheets, number markings present everywhere, from the table to the chair so they can be used as evidences in the court.

Besides the crime scene, an interview was occurring.

“Can you give us any details about the way they look? Anything that stands out that can help our forensic artists create a more accurate sketch of the appearance of our suspects here?”

“Well, the thing was, I was flat-out drunk that night, so I wouldn’t be able to give you anything regarding their faces. Although, I can remember that I saw them escape on the rooftop: One with pink hair, and one with a blue one.”

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