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Die For You • Chapter 02

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

Out Of Time: There's so much trauma in my life, I've been so cold to the ones who loved me, baby. I look back now and I realize and I remember when I held you, you begged me with your drowning eyes to stay and I regret I didn't tell you.

cw: nsfw, mdni, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, eventual smut, smut, fluff, angst, references to depression, drugs, panic attacks, blood and violence, prostitution, basically anything that has to do with bonten, protective haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo is his own warning.

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Chizu opens her eyes to black. The room she finds herself in is dark. Not even a ray of sun is shining from the windows, that is if the room even has any.

Her movements are lethargic and she can barely grasp what is happening around her. She can feel someone’s hands moving along her body, probably patching her up, as she vaguely remembers getting stabbed.

She wakes up because the air that pricks at her skin is too cold, making shivers run down her body, but the fever she broke into pulls her under once again before she can wonder what has happened to Draken.

After what feels like hours, something grabs at her ankle, pulling on her leg to get her attention.

“You need to wake up.”

Chizu groans, stabbing pain wrecking her abdomen. Her eyelids flutter as she fights to stay awake. She stretches her arms and realizes she’s resting on a big mattress, the sheets covering its surface are soft to the touch, almost silklike.

Her eyes finally get used to the darkness of the room, making the tiny light now coming from a lamp even more bright. Someone must’ve turned that one on.

There’s a silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed, dark clothes, crisp white hair, and a noticeable Bonten tattoo painted on the back of his curved neck.

“Chizu,” Mikey breaks the silence, his voice is soft, but she doesn’t dare to let her guard down.

“Haruchi- Sanzu, stabbed me?” She needs to remain calm and to do so, she has to collect all the puzzle pieces and try to piece back together what happened that night.

“It’s okay, we had you stitched up,” Mikey doesn’t seem to be one to waste time talking anymore.

“How long was I out for?” The woman tries to sit up, but the pain is so excruciating that she falls back in bed with a groan. Mikey turns to look at her right this moment, black eyes so void of emotion that she thinks he must’ve moved to check on the sound on reflex rather than because he cares.

“Where is Draken?” She shoots another question his way, impatient to know whether she was the only one being held captive. She fears for his life. They’ve chosen to go through this together, but she wouldn’t forgive herself if they had killed him already.

“He’s alive. You slept the whole day.”

Fuck, thank god. She nods in understanding. The familiar sound of a plastic wrap being opened nearly brings a smile to her face, before she remembers her situation. Mikey is snacking, after he had someone stab her.

“You got married,” he muses in between bites, “Chifuyu, right?”

Fuck fuck fuck, he must’ve seen the ring that I forgot to take off like a fucking idiot. That could jeopardize Chifuyu and the whole operation, I need to think fast-

“No need to lie, I had you followed. I know you were living with him.”

Calm down, she breathes out, you have multiple cover stories prepared just for this.

“It was a relationship of convenience,” now more than ever, she feels her words are true. Their relationship was, after all, built on comfort and not much else.

“Mhmh,” he takes another bite, “What do you want from Bonten, Chizu?”

“I want in, I want to join the organization.”

Once again, she pushes herself on her elbows as she grits her teeth in pain, trying to sit up and take a peek at his face. He turns and scoots over to her on the center of the bed, pushing at her shoulder with his free hand to have her lay back.

“You need to lay down and rest. You were stabbed.”

She’s fucking aware of that! “It was your pet that stabbed me-“

Mikey leans over to the nightstand she had yet to notice and grabs her a bottle, “Shut up, drink some water. I want to know why you want to join Bonten so desperately that you’ve been touring our clubs for months. You’re a detective, are they pushing you to go undercover?”

She gulps down the refreshing liquid as he holds up her head, grateful for his help but unwilling to give him a response. Chizu is aware that his mind should go there first, it’s the most plausible explanation.

“I’m already surprised by the fact that they would give a position of your caliber to someone who has past relations with gangs. Why else if not to use you like a chess piece?”

Chizu realizes she had feared meeting him for the longest time, no matter how much she craved to. The idea of finding the man completely changed, lost in madness as she remembered him to be the last time she and Toman had seen him, has been driving her crazy. But Mikey seems to be calm and aware, eerily so.

“I’m not sure why it was given to me. But I worked hard for it. I wanted to find you, Manjirou,” Chizu grabs at his wrist, looking up at him like she hasn’t in ten years.

Still, he looks so different. He’s not the bright-eyed kid that he used to be. His face is caved in and purplish marks are staining his under eyes, making him look like he barely gets any sun or sleep, let alone food other than his snacks.

There’s not a trace of a smile or any sort of happiness as he stares at her. She hoped he would’ve been somewhat content about seeing an old friend after such a long time. At least she’s relieved he hasn’t killed her, yet.

“I missed you, ‘jiro. I spent the last ten years of my life trying to find you. I have nothing left to live for, but you. You have to trust me.”

Her voice is shaky, it’s hard for her to speak. The fever hasn’t gone down, and the pain in her belly is spreading through her lower back and legs. The numbing effect of the painkillers someone must’ve slipped her while she was asleep is fading as her heart rate accelerates with every word.

She’s telling the truth. After all, the main point of her crafted plan was always to wing it. Maybe, she really shouldn’t have been given that badge…

—

The pain had knocked her out once again. This time she comes to, in what she figures is the same room as before, but the heavy black curtains have been drawn to the sides to let the blinding sun illuminate the elegant furniture.

Outside the glass panels, Chizu can see the tall buildings of Tokyo scattered in front of her. This floor is pretty up high. I wonder where I am.

In front of the floor to ceilings windows there’s a heavy desk, the wood is dark and polished, a simple sturdy chair behind it. On its right is a closed door, and the center of the room is inhabited by a huge bed. Its frame is straight out of a princess movie, canopy drapes of red velvet fall onto the black silk sheets, making the dark of its wood look even more elegant. A dresser is in front of her, but no tv or any other personal objects seem to decorate the room.

Must be an empty room.

While she is observing her surroundings a knock can be heard on the door closest to the bed. Chizu is taken aback for a second,

not sure whether she should call out to them or not, but when she sees that no one is making their way into the room, she clears her throat and rasps out a “Come in.”

She’s greeted by white hair, but this time its owner sports them in a long hairstyle parted to the side with the left of his head shaved in a striped pattern. Tattooed right there, black ink standing out against the snowlike background, is the infamous Hanafuda.

“Glad to see you awake, Chizu-chan.”

Kokonoi Hajime makes his way into the room, lithe body draped in expensive silks and a traditional design. His mouth stretches in a small grin that he tops off by peeking his tongue out at her.

“How’s being alive treating you?” He walks closer to the bed, looking at her funny as she struggles to get up. However, she notices it has become considerably easier to do so without feeling excruciating pain. Chizu thinks she must’ve slept at least another full day or so for it to heal to this length.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got the best doctors around. And the best drugs. You’ll be as good as new in a couple more days.”

His smirk does nothing to amuse her, and he makes a joke about how hard it is to entertain her. Kokonoi throws a pair of sweatpants and a shirt her way before gesturing towards the closed door.

“Go take a shower, this room stinks like death.”

Chizu feels refreshed after showering. The bathroom is big and clean, which is a relief. The clothes she was given fit too big, she’s not exactly as tall as whoever its owner is.

When she complains about it, Kokonoi lets her know that they just had some laying around, it’s not like they would give her used garments. “That’s nice of you, but you guys are okay with stabbing me?”

“May I remind you where you waltzed yourself into?”

“Okay, no need to be an asshole. I’ve been stabbed, you know?” Kokonoi Hajime isn’t exactly scary. He looks, in fact, rather friendly, but she has to remind herself that he must be dangerous nonetheless, if he’s a top executive of Bonten. She has to stop her sarcastic self from winning them another stab wound.

She’s gonna have to work really hard to bite her tongue around these people.

“Are you gonna use that as an excuse for everything from now on?” He arches a trimmed brow, making his earring jingle as he turns to stare at her, “I’m actually doing you a favor. The boss said I get to take you around, like a little puppy. A few hours of sunlight and some new clothes will do you good.”

“Maybe then you’ll stop complaining,” He whispers the last part. He doesn’t want his daily headache to get worse because of a whiny stray they picked up at some club.

He accepted this assignment ‘cause Mikey has asked him to, and Mikey doesn’t usually ask. He tells them to. So he thought he must’ve been rather desperate to find someone fitting for the role.

Mikey couldn’t exactly assign anyone of their lower ranks because, no matter how much he trusts the system of enrollment and punishment imposed by Sanzu and doesn’t doubt that any of them could turn on the organization, he knows very few people could take on her in case she were to escape.

This means that any of the executives will have to do. He just had to cross out all of those who wouldn’t shy away from fighting a woman, so that takes out Sanzu and Rindou straight off the bat. And then again, out with all of those who would try to bed her, meaning Mochi, Takeomi, and Ran would have to keep their distance for now. That leaves him with Kakucho, who he would rather have come along on the field as a shipment was to be delivered the very same day, and Kokonoi Hajime.

Kokonoi Hajime, the money maker. Koko had a knack for supervising the organization from behind the scenes. His position didn’t require him to be on the field. He was not a fan of violence, not anymore. The arrays of purplish and yellowish tones that show up on someone’s skin after a fight always remind him of his time in Black Dragon. Of Inupi. So he steers clear.

Kokonoi is the kind of man who dresses in deep red so that the splashes of blood won’t noticeably stain his clothes when he closes a deal gone wrong with the mad dog by his side.

Hajime joined Bonten because he didn’t have anywhere else to go. He is in Bonten because he needs a purpose, he wants to feel needed.

So Mikey figures who better than him, the smart guy who likes to play puppeteer, to keep track of a cunning detective. It wouldn’t be his first time.

Kokonoi mentally praises him for his choice, still obnoxiously annoyed by having to chaperone the woman. She had already cursed him out. She would’ve been dead by now with any of the others.

But at the end of the day, as long as his numbers add up and he gets his fat share, Kokonoi doesn’t feel like complaining.

A headache is nothing that one of his pills can’t fix.

“Shall we go? I’ll let you have a look around the top floors of the headquarters.”

Chizu is confused. If Mikey is letting her buy clothes (out of all things) it must mean he doesn’t plan on killing her yet, but giving her the possibility to study and memorize the top floor of what she figures is their headquarters, means that he will, eventually. At least, he’s not planning on letting her out of here alive.

Chizu thinks Kokonoi must be one of the prettiest men she has ever seen. His elegance is the defining trait that makes him stand out even more.

She’s trying to grasp the situation as they roam around the floor. She finds herself more interested in studying the man rather than finding her way out of there, knowing that the odds are against her favor in a building such as this one. Guards must be placed all over, or they wouldn’t have left me with such a weak guy.

She knows better than to judge a person from their appearance, especially considering Mikey is half his height and could probably knock the both of them unconscious with a single kick. But this Kokonoi has not a single scratch on his porcelain skin. His hands are manicured and kept better than her own. He doesn’t like getting his hands dirty.

The tour he takes her on is uneventful, the floor’s hallways are pretty scarce, and they don’t meet any of the big fishes. Most of the doors are locked, but he shows her around the main areas.

There’s a standard conference room with a long glass table and plenty of chairs, the next one is a big office with a desk in its middle and two couches facing each other. A bar is placed on its far wall.

“This is usually where we do our meetings, we use the conference hall if Mikey’s pissed off, if he’s feeling more laid back we get to sip on something and lounge around in the other room.”

Chizu observes how easygoing Kokonoi is, and wonders why would that be. He’s actually quite fun to be around. This might be part of their plan to bring my guard down.

He stops again outside the door of the room you found yourself in, “This is Mikey’s room.”

“Why the fuck am I staying in Mikey’s room? I’m confused.”

“Would you rather we move you in with Sanzu?” He looks at Chizu like she’s grown another head. Koko doesn’t think she’s truly yet realized what she willingly walked herself into. He’s being nice to her because there’s always gotta be one nice cop in this game they’re playing. She is lucky she hasn’t met the bad one yet. Or quite.

“Touché.”

After all, the rooms are not their residence, it’s just a place for them to rest when they’re in the headquarters. The executives have properties all over Japan, and most tend to reside in those closer to their area of competence in Tokyo. Others have chosen to sleep in this same building, just upstairs, where the top two upper floors give space to the penthouses.

“Mikey and Sanzu usually stay on this floor, Ran and Takeomi have their place here. I try to go and sleep as far away from this place as possible so that I don’t wake up to screaming and raging.”

“I thought the Haitani brothers would be in Roppongi.”

“Yeah, Rindou is still there. Kakucho barely sleeps, I can’t even tell you if he leaves this place at all. To be honest I don’t give a fuck. And I only ever see Mochi around when he has to complain about his paycheck. I’m hoping someone will shoot him sooner or later, before I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

An exhausted sigh leaves his parted lips and the man massages the side of his neck as if the weight of his job is dragging him down.

“So this building is just a huge waste of money, then?” Maybe, after analyzing what she knows about Kokonoi, she can get to the man before he does.

“I see we speak the same language. It’s huge, it draws a lot of attention, and being all here clumped together is more dangerous than strategic, but we reside in a zone where the police are completely under our payroll. We’re untouchable.”

She wonders where that could be, she’s always been great with directions but she’s never been so up high to recognize her surroundings from the windows of this same floor.

“Now let’s get going, I’m gonna have to get your measurements and have some stuff delivered unless you wanna come and have fun with me. I’d love to dress you up like a doll, you have a nice figure for a cop.”

He asked her before if she wanted to go and shop with him, but her priorities didn’t reside in his fat wallet. She figures that if she plays nice, she could barter her hour of open air in an expensive shopping district with something she actually needs.

They’ve wound up in an open space with a big lather couch and seating of all kinds littered around, facing the full-length windows overseeing the city. She sits down and gestures at him to do the same.

“I just really need your help,” Chizu looks up at him, she knows tears are not gonna get her anywhere in this situation. So, because this is Kokonoi Hajime we’re talking about, she decides that a little bribery will do.

“No, you don’t,” he makes to stand up but she grabs his wrist to sit him back down.

“Kokonoi, please. I don’t need all that, I need to go to my apartment and grab some stuff if I’m gonna be stuck there.”

“That’s a big ass no-“ he tries to remove her hand from his wrist, so she lets go.

“Please, I’m not opposed to begging, but don’t make me get on my knees. My side is still hurting.”

Kokonoi is close to telling her he doesn’t really give a fuck, but he’s sure she can already read it from his expression, “I can buy you whatever you need.”

“I need my glasses, I can barely make out your face,” That’s a lie, it’s reading glasses, “It’s gonna take so long to get another prescription. Oh my god, I- I don’t even remember how many diopters I’m missing… Please, this could be a mess. My doctor said every day without them my sight will worsen, I’m sure Mikey wouldn’t want me to get blind.”

Koko sighs, shaking his head no. He wears glasses himself, but even if he didn’t, does she really think he’s that dumb? Or is she just that desperate? “Mikey could’ve been lenient about letting you out with me, but there’s no way he’s gonna want you anywhere near your district.”

“What is it? He doesn’t trust you to keep me on a leash?”

“Yeah, exactly. I know who you are, Baji Chizu, don’t think I don’t remember you,” His tone has lost all the chirpiness and friendliness that it held before, “I’ve been the one keeping an eye on you for the past ten years.”

Shit, he shouldn’t have mentioned that. He sees her eyes light up in recognition, as he drops his shoulders in defeat. Her stupidity is contagious.

What did he say? It’s now time for Chizu to mentally start putting pieces together. Is that what Mikey meant when he said he had been tailing me? “Why would he entrust you with such a lowly assignment?”

“Just like today, I’m the one who’s less likely to shoot you dead. That mouth you have on you? You’re lucky I’m a patient man. And,” Hajime stops himself, almost like pondering over whether or not he should share the rest with her.

He makes up his mind in that moment. If she’d happen to overshare with anyone else, he’ll make sure to be the one shooting her dead. He might not like getting his hands dirty, but he’s not completely opposed to violence, “Mikey so happened to catch me in the neighborhood. So as long as I did his biddings, he’s been cool with me bouncing over that part of town.”

“You mean-“ Fuck! She can’t know, right? I mean, it was at their shop I first got sight of her, but that doesn’t mean she must know about it!

“You’ve been keeping tabs on Inui?” Shit, she knows alright.

“Yeah, what about it,” Kokonoi looks embarrassed. Chizu has to play her cards right, she might just get a crack at him if she does.

“I think it’s kind of you, wanting to make sure that he’s doing okay.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion-“ He’s like those tiny chihuahuas, all bark and no bite.

“I guess I’m just wondering why you never approached him. Is it because of me hanging out at their place? Inui would never rat you out,” She imagines that finding a detective weekly visiting the love of your life when you’re a criminal must be a deterrent enough to stay away.

He scoffs, “You don’t know a thing about Inupi and me.” But she recalls the late-night talking, Inupi’s blue eyes wet with tears. “As a matter of fact, I think I know enough,” She promises she’s doing this for Seishu as much as for herself, “Do you wanna know what he told me?”

“There’s no need, I don’t care that much,” He’s lying, she can tell. He looks like the kind to run away when things get serious, that must be why he’s here in the first place. So where else does he have to go?

“Let’s do one thing, you’ll do this one small favor for me, and I’ll tell you some stuff that I'm sure you need to hear.”

He fidgets, “I can’t bring you there, infiltration is not my specialty, and you can’t be seen around. At this point, they must’ve already opened a missing person case for you.”

“I’m sure you will find someone, mh?” Chizu clasps his shoulder in her hand, squeezing as if to reassure him. I’m being selfish.

“Nothing you will ever tell me about him, I don’t know already.”

“Are you sure, Koko? Can I call you Koko, I feel like we’re going somewhere with this,” she winks, trying to ease the tension. She’s glad she found the right piece of information to bribe him. No amount of money she possesses could’ve swayed him in her direction.

“What if I told you where to find him alone? It makes sense why you wouldn’t approach him in our district, or at the shop, but I know where he picks up his spares from.”

“I don’t need that kind of information, I shouldn’t-” To be honest, Chizu didn’t think it would’ve been so easy, to get inside his head. Apparently, Kokonoi Hajime is weaker than she thought. He’s getting anxious, palms rubbing against his knees as if he hadn’t spoken about him in such a long time, or enough to give his body such a shock. Lucky, lucky!

“I’m not gonna bother him anymore. He has his life, the shop, Ryuguji.” Wait, what? She nearly lets out a laugh.

“Is that what you think? Nothing is going on between the two.”

“Are you willing to put your friend in danger like that? Do you know who I am? What is Bonten? I understand you don’t have a care in the world for your own well-being but-“

“Inupi is like a brother to me,” Koko flinches at the word, she knows why and that’s exactly the reason she chose the term, “He would want to know I’m alive, you could do that for him. And if I know anything about him, it’s that he’s been living his life waiting for you.”

“For me? We parted ways because it was for the better,” He shakes his head as if to chase away an old memory, “We should’ve better ourselves after that. I can’t show my face to him. Not like this.”

Chizu understands his point. She had always thought herself to be too twisted for Chifuyu. And sometimes you just don’t wanna deal with the pain of hurting the people you love because of your darkness. Mikey must feel the same.

“I shouldn’t be the one telling you that, Hajime. But I myself know what it feels like to live without someone you love, even if they did you wrong. Maybe you could start by apologizing.”

Koko finally looks up at her. The wind picked up and is now knocking against the windows, a storm is in sight, but the one behind his eyes has calmed down.

He doesn’t say thank you, “I’ll find someone to drive you. You own me one.”

“You go and meet Seishu. Once you’re back, I promise you’ll be the one owning me. Big time.”

—

The day is darkening under her gaze, it might have already started raining in some parts of the city.

Her side hurts, and Chizu tries not to give it away, scared it might drive Kokonoi to postpone her little outing. All he does, though, is hand her a pill after making sure to grab a glass of water. “It’ll help numb the pain.”

“I hope it’s not drugs.” She flinches, grabbing the blue tablet from his cold hand.

“You’re a detective and you can’t recognize simple paracetamol? I always keep some on me. Not that you should mind, considering what we gave you while you were knocked out.” He smirks as she whispers a “Fucker.”

They seem to have gotten incredibly close after just a couple of hours together.

She must rein herself in. Don’t let your guard down, don’t think of them as anything but what they are: criminals. Prostitution, drugs, money laundering. Blood stains all of their hands, no matter how pretty and manicured.

Steps approaching behind them make her turn around. Chizu doesn’t know who she will find. But as long as it’s not Mikey or Sanzu, she guesses it must be fine.

The man that enters the room wears elegant shoes, incredibly long legs stretch under the lilac suit he’s wearing. It’s a three-piece, but the jacket is open, leaving on sight the tight vest and crisp white shirt hugging his nice build. He has a tie on, but it’s slightly undone, like the top two buttons of his shirt, just enough to let her glimpse the black ink branding his neck. Like all of them, he parades it almost proudly.

“I heard a lady in distress might be needing a ride?” His hands are confined in the pockets of his pants. He looks smug and put together, not even a strand of hair falling from his combed-back hairstyle, “Good evening, detective.”

“You called Ran, Haitani?” If looks could kill Kokonoi would be laying dead on the ground by now. The sweet act she’s been putting on all afternoon is suddenly gone.

“Who else should I call? Once again, would you like me to get Sanzu for you?”

“Stop mentioning that prick’s name!” She huffs, standing up while arguing with the man. She doesn’t want to give the impression of being scared of Sanzu, so she has to play it out like his name alone annoys the fuck out of her (to cover up the shivers), which it does, but not to the extent of Haitani Ran.

The motherfucker who has been posing for the department’s pictures for months. But worse, the fucker who used to tease her whenever he got the chance when they were teens.

They never got well together. Even went as far as to physically fight, a couple of times. She used to despise his braids – and his pretty face – and made sure to tell him if he ever crossed her path.

“She has a mouth on her, uh? I see things haven’t changed.” He moves closer, as if ready to separate her and Kokonoi in case they were to fight right in front of him. His downturned eyes staring right at her.

“Yeah, so keep that gun strapped in, Haitani. Got it? Mikey will kill you. And keep your dick in your pants, too, if possible,” Kokonoi reprimands him, making sure he understands the situation.

“Don’t you worry, Koko-kun. Chizu right here has taken me down a couple of times already,” he chuckles at that, as if remembering good times only he has the recollection of, “I don’t doubt she could do it again if I were to touch her.”

He turns back to her, “And I would never, unless you asked me to.” His eye closes in a wink, before gesturing at her to follow him.

At that, Chizu finally looks up at his retroceding back, with fire in her eyes, biting her tongue between her teeth so hard she draws blood. She hopes the painkillers Kokonoi gave her will help with that as well.

The elevator ride down to the garage is awkward. Chizu thought she would be relieved by the fact that Ran was not talking, but she realizes not knowing what is happening inside that pretty head of his is far worse than hearing him blubber, “Cat got your tongue?”

“I figured you’d prefer me silent,” He shrugs, “I woke up one hour ago. Let me get used to socializing.”

“An hour ago? It’s five pm, Haitani.” He peers down at her from over his shoulder, lilac-dyed eyebrows creased.

“Mhmh what about it? I work at night. ‘nd I need my beauty sleep. You don’t get this handsome just because, y’know.”

They reach the parking space, it’s right below the building, and it seems like its perimeter is completely gated, which makes sense considering the kind of cars that are parked inside.

Ran extracts a set of keys from the deep of his pocket. The car they stop in front of is a sight to see, not that the others by its side are any lesser, but this one is a shining purple color. It’s eye-catching. And custom-made, apparently. She knows because it’s a Bugatti Centodieci. There are not many of those around, certainly not in this color.

Chizu has never been a huge fan of cars, but she likes driving, when there’s no traffic, which is not often in the city. And she likes speed. She wouldn’t even have recognized the car if it weren’t for the name branded on its sporty back. It is truly a beauty, she thinks. Sleek, elegant and unique. It suits Ran just fine. Not that she would ever tell him that.

“A bit pretentious, don't you think? How much was that even?“

“Little over 1 billion yen. Without customization,” He shrugs, as if that wasn’t a shameful amount of money, and unlocks the vehicle.

Chizu scratches her head, “Did Kokonoi not kill you for that?”

“It’s my money, sweetheart, I get to waste it however I please,” He bends down to open the door on the passenger side. It’s blood money. Fake ass gentleman. “ Now if you may, we don’t have all the time in the world.“

“How do you even get inside this car, the roof is so low…” she mumbles, squeezing her eyes as her stab wound pulsates with pain.

“If you’re that interested in how bendy I am, there are other ways I could show you.”

Fuck Haitani Ran.

Not literally, of course.

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Silence

Part Two to Home

Atsumu x Fem Redaer

Summary: Atsumu deals with the aftermath

Warnings: Angst, NSFW, Slight smut, Atsumu is an Ass

AN/ UNEDITED. this is just a portrayal of Atsumu for this work not how I actually perceive him

The will be a Part Three.

Part One: Home

Part Three: Memories

Atsumu cursed himself as you ran out the restaurant. He knew he was getting to cocky. Frustration was taking over his body as he sat back down at the table. He ran his hand over his face as let out a heavy sigh before looking up at her. Yuki ,his most recent girlfriend, sat there loss for words. He could see the tears building in her eyes. Obviously she was confused it’s not like she knew anything about you he had courted her like all the others under the disguise of being single. He racked his brain he knew he had been careless lately. Normally you’d never notice his infidelity he’d been doing it for quite sometime now and for so long you were none the wiser. He’d find some chick take her either back to her place or a hotel have his fun and be gone only repeating the same girl maybe twice at most three times if she was a really good lay. He’d make sure no marks were left and he was clean up before heading home to you his unsuspecting fiancé. Yuki was different though she was the first woman to actually catch his attention in more than just a sexual capacity. Don’t get him wrong the sex with her was amazing but he also found himself enjoying her company wanting to spend more and more time with her. He curses maybe if he hadn’t been so stupid and forgot your birthday everything would be fine. Being so pissed at the situation he failed to worry about Yuki’s feelings as she finally broke the silence.

“Tsmu I don’t get it, we’ve been together for eight months how could you cheat on me,” she sniffled tears starting to stream down her face as her usually charming boyfriend sat across from her looking at her with annoyance.

He scoffed looking at her pitiful state. If he wasn’t already so fed up with the situation he was sure he could use his silver tongue to get out of this situation and have her back at his side momentarily, but no he needed to save all his effort and false reassurances for you.

“Oh sweetheart I didn’t cheat on you,” he gave a little chuckle, “That’s was my fiancé , I’ve been with her for six years what makes you think eight months means anything, you were the side piece darling.” He saw the hurt on her face and knew he had just been a complete ass but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now although he was sure he would later. That hurt turned to anger as she stood and threw her drink in his face.

“You are an ASSHOLE Atsumu!” She yelled finally losing what composer she was keeping before storming away out the same door you had just previously exited.

Yeah I guess I am he thought as wiped his face the rag before signaling for the check. Looking at the glass that contained your ring he thought of all the Pinterest boards you had saved of rings and dresses and different color schemes. He thought of the excitement and love in your eyes when he finally proposed. He plucked the ring out of the drink before pocketing it and heading home.

As he entered your shared home he realized he had guessed right you weren’t there. He pulled out his phone, pulling up your contact and hitting call. It wouldn’t connect. He let out the breath he was holding, so you had already blocked him he thought. He walked to their room wanting to change out of his wet dress shirt. He immediately noticed the most of your drawers were empty and your half The closet was looking sparse. He wondered if you were coming back for the rest. Part of him was sure you would, you would come back where else could you go. Yet somewhere deep in his mind part of him was screaming at the idea of you being gone. But he wouldn’t let that part surface. He walked out to the kitchen noticing the box of onigiri left out along with his brother’s birthday note to you. He rolled his eyes of course Osamu remembered. That’s probably where you are ,now that he thinks about it, that or your heading to Suna that’s who you always ran to he grimaced.

Thinking back to high school when the two of you had first gotten together he had introduced you to the team. You and Suna just clicked it was like you had been friends all of your lives the way you easily laughed and joked together. He had never seen anyone pull Suna from his shell the way you had and he still hadn’t. Not a single one of the middle blockers previous significant others had ever pulled the same reaction from the stoic man as you had. It didn’t take Tsumu long to realize the fool was head over heels for you. But it’s didn’t matter to him you were completely oblivious to blockers affections, as well as the fact that you were dutifully loyal to the setter. He wasn’t worried because what was Suna compared to him.

While he figures he should call either of the two to make sure you are indeed safe, he doesn’t feel like getting a lecture right before bed. He grabs his glass of water before heading to bed. Noticing how cold the mattress is without you. It’s fine he thinks he doesn’t need you. He knew that fact from the countless woman he’d beded in the last few years. Plus he’s sure you’ll come back. He’s the only man you’ve ever loved.

———

Atsumu wakes the next morning to find the house eerily quiet. He pays little mind to it before heading off to the gym he has a game today he can’t allow himself to be distracted. The setters normal routine isn’t disrupted for the most part. Finding his team doing his warm ups. He does however run into Osamu at the gym he’s setting up his vendors stand for Onigiri Miya. His brother says nothing of you to Atsumu minus some well wishes. So you must have ran to Suna he muses. His game goes off with out a hitch securing the victory for MSBY.

He finds the house just as he left it no trace of you having step foot back into your home. He checks his phone looking for a sign that you want to talk. No messages or calls. He decides to try and check you location but it seems that your number is no longer connected to his plan. He furrows his brow it seemed like a big step but he brushes it off his mind. He had just won a big game he wanted to celebrate. Usually he’d have dinner with you either going out or indulging in your delicious home cooking, you both share smiles about the game either her gushing about her favorite moments had she attended the game which normally she’d try to make a priority, although there were times you’d have class or work and you have to miss in which you’d sit and listen to him starry eyed as he retold the highlights of the game. You look at him like he was a star shooting across the sky. But right now the kitchen was empty and the house was silent missing the awes of your praise. It was to much at the moment. The setter changes into something dashing before heading out he’ll grab something to eat and then maybe get a celebratory drink.

That’s how Atsumu found himself here at some sleek bar with a glass of scotch in his hand. He surveyed the bar watching the people around dance and talk and go about their night. He try’s not to think about the silence waiting for him at home .That’s until he spots a girl. She look kind of like you similar build although her hair is longer and a slightly different hue. He knows it’s not you but still that hasn’t stopped him before so he slides his way over to her.

“Hi there,” he smiles a charming smile. She looks up at him giving a sly smile. From here he can see her eyes they’re nothing like yours, he shakes the thought from his head. “You know your boyfriend really shouldn’t leave you all alone like this you are much to beautiful,” if he a a nickel for every time he used that line he could probably retire early. He could see a slight blush appear on her cheeks.

“I would tell him but I don’t have one Mr. — ,” she trailed off leaving an opening for his name.

“Miya,” he smiles a bright fake smile. “And you are?” He questions.

“Chiyo,” she smile subtly biting her lip as her eyes raked down his figure. It’s almost too easy he thinks to himself.

“Well Chiyo-San may I buy you a drink?” He not so subtly eyes her as well.

And that how he got here for the first time ever he brought a woman home to your bed. Their body’s mashed together. Their clothes strewn around the house leading a trail to the bedroom. The recently quiet house filled with grunts and moans. “Miya-San,”she cry’s out and he has to try not to roll his eyes. She might look like you but she sounds nothing like you. You always makes the prettiest gasps and mewls as he worked your body over. She doesn’t feel like you, he can’t remember the last time you were together like this breathless underneath him. He shakes his head trying to rid himself of the thoughts. He’s confused he never compared you before with is flings you were always separate from his mind when the slept with other women. Frustrated with his thoughts he pulls out flipping the chick ,what was her name Chizu? , over on her knees before pounding into her relentlessly pushing her face in to the mattress as he took frustrations out. Her moans get louder as his face scrunches up in annoyance. It’s not long before he’s finished them both off and she laying there breathless as he throws away the condom. He see her make herself a little more comfortable on his bed he shared with you. He cringes.

“Hey Chizu, uh it’s probably best if you get going,” he states pulling a pair of sweatpants on.

He can see the disgust on her face. “My name is Chiyo asshole!” She says grabbing her clothes on as she start out the door.

Normally he’d care that he’d at least said the wrong name. But right now he just laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. The silence was back.

———

It has been two weeks since you left. He hadn’t heard from you, you never came back for your stuff. He hasn’t heard from Suna yet either although he figures the ass is to busy trying win and mend your broken heart. It’s only been two weeks but those two weeks without you were torture. He realized very quickly how much comfort you brought to him. How much he relied on you. All the mornings you’d spend cuddled together drinking your morning coffee. Although that had been less recent while he busying himself with Yuki. He missed the delicious meals you’d cook. Or the way you’d take care of him if he’d train to hard. He misses seeing you at the desk studying away your tongue poking out ever so slightly as you concentrated. He misses your laugh that would fill the house as you watched whatever anime you were currently bingeing always asking him to join you. You were always the one looking out for him making sure that he ate and rested. Always handling the groceries and the house work. The place was a mess without you he was a mess with out you. He misses the life you brought to the his home. He’s drawn from with wallowing when he hears knocks at the door.

He’s surprised to see his brother and Suna standing on the other side.

“Hey I’ve been trying to get in touch with YN but she’s hasn’t been answering is she here?” Suna asks stepping to his house his brother following behind. Suna stops his face scrunching up at the state of the place. Osamu also notices.

“Damn Tsumu its a mess in here YN let y’all live like this?” His twin asks taking a good look at his disheveled twin. “What happened,” concern crossing his similar features.

Atsumus mind starts to reel a bit. You werent with Suna?

“YN hasn’t been with you?” He looks at the middle blocker he was hoping he knew how you were.

“No,” he states starting to get really worried. “What happened,” there was an edge to his voice.

Atsumu stayed quiet. His brother nudges him but he still looks down. It isn’t until Suna grabs him by his collar that he looks up.

“She left me.”He states.

“That makes no sense YN loves you with everything she has she wouldn’t just leave you, what happened,” Osamu questions again.

“I cheated on her and she found out,” he says. He doesn’t look up but he can feel the rage coming off of Suna and the disappointment from his twin.

“What the fuck do you mean you cheated on her!” he yelled shaking him “for how long!”

The was no use lying and trying to hide it you weren’t coming back he can tell. And even if you would he knew he didn’t deserve you.

“The past 2 years,” he chokes out. Suna let’s go of his collar in disbelief.He breaths getting ready to explain everything but he wasn’t ready when he felt a fist connect with his cheek. He was on the ground rubbing his jaw. He looked up and Suna was seething in anger. His brother looked disgusted with him.

“Where is she,” Suna demanded.

“I don’t know she left two weeks ago I figured she was with you,”

“So lets get this straight you broke her heart and she left you and you didn’t even check to make sure she was safe! Did you ever even love her,” the dark haired middle blocker screamed at his former teammate.Of course he did but he cant say that not after he never showed it. He look down he couldn’t meet his friends eyes he felt so ashamed. He heard a scoff and then the front door slam. Suna was gone. He looked up and saw his brother staring down at him.

“You’re a real piece of shit you know that,” Samu says before he follows out the door.

Sobs tear through Tsumu as he realizes he ruined everything.

He sat there on the floor left in silence.

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