NASAAN ANG PART 4?

NASAAN ANG PART 4?

Young Love ; Part 3

——————————————————————————-

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬--𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐦.

( Ran x Y/N — ethnic reader if you squint)

⚠️Mentions of: Teen pregnancy, cursing, mental breakdowns,

Previous Part ; Part 2

———————————————————

" Welcome."

Mr. Nagaki—the manager and club owner said with a small smile we he greeted the 8 men. The club was not open today. Strictly closed for a reason that was unknown to the public who showed later at night, but known to staff and excused as a " professional meeting". Though, one staff member—Y/N L/N— a bartender—knew it was for something deeper than a meeting. Mr. Nagaki was finally meeting these men for himself, and he was indeed ready to pass down the long running club to Bonten.

" Right this way." He said with a nod as he let them come through.

" The place is clean." A shorter male with white hair said as he glanced around. " We didn't tell you we were coming today."

Mr. Nagaki cleared his throat at their words as he locked the door. Feeling all their watchful eyes of the most dangerous men in Japan. The most wanted. He didn't know how to respond, or what to say to these men. In his own empty club, he felt like he was walking on eggshells.

And he indeed was.

" That's a good thing though," a man with a large scar on his face said. " Means you've been keeping this place clean, and regularly too."

The man had his eyes pinned on him as he blew out the smoke in his mouth.

Mr. Nagaki nodded. " I prefer it clean. It gets cleaned everyday."

He wasn't here to sell it to these men, they were going to buy the club off of him either which way. So he kept his responses short. Though, it didn't chase away the churn he felt in his stomach as the man blew the smoke out in his face.

" That's good then," Kokonoi Hajime spoke. The man who he was on the phone with.

" We won't have to spend too much money on visuals."

" Don't be ridiculous Koko," The shorter man spoke again. " This place needs a lot of work."

Mr. Nagaki nodded his head, " Why don't we take a seat. Right this way please."

He felt tense, from his shoulders to his wiggling toes in his dress shoes. He hasn't felt like this—like prey—since his childhood.

The Bonten executives were led to a VIP section in the club. One section out of the small 3 there was. The 3 sections were spacious and big, but it wasn't enough.

In front of each VIP, there was a small stage for dancers and special shows. Mr. Nagaki saw how the short man nodded his head to Kokonoi, and Kokonoi began to type something out.

" There's only 3 VIP sections?" Ran Haitani asked Mr. Nagaki.

" Yes." He confirmed with a subtle nod. " That's why people tend to book them months ahead."

Seeing the men that stood around the place, taking in their surroundings and sharing whispers amongst each other—Mr. Nagaki stood to the side.

" Kakucho get out the papers." The shorter man finally spoke to the man with midnight blue hair.

Mr. Nagaki watched the bubblegum haired man immediately pulled out a stool from the side, setting it out for their boss. With that, almost like it was a signal—every man began to pile into the seats of the vip section.

The so called " Kakucho" sitting at the end.

Mr. Nagaki stood still, standing in front front of all the men. Like he was a teacher teaching a class—that's how he felt with all the eyes on him. The only thing heard was papers being quietly shuffled around.

" Kakucho." The boss called again.

" Yes Boss." The man finally settled on one page. He pushed back his shoulders as he stared straight through Mr. Nagaki.

" You are aware of why we are here, correct?"

" Yes I am." Mr. Nagaki nodded.

" — Good. And you are aware that we are here as 8, so if our identity, names, or faces are to be exposed you will be held accountable and face impeccable consequences? You understand that Mr. Nagaki?"

The club was silent, and the man's worlds hung in the air dangerously. With a gulp and sharp inhale, Mr. Nagaki nodded. " I am aware."

Kakucho gave him a nod. " You are aware that this meeting and arrangement is to remain illegal and unknown to the government? Whatever is shared here must remain private information no matter the circumstances."

Mr. Nagaki gave Kakucho a nod, shifting under his stare. " Yes. I am aware."

" Well then," Kakucho said with a look to his boss. " We can begin now."

Mr. Nagaki inhaled a deep breath as the Bonten executives all shifted in their seats to prepare for this meeting. He could feel his hands become clammy and he felt some of his fingers go a little numb. With his eyes pinned on the boss of Bonten, he waited for the first question to come.

" How long have you been running this club?" The boss asked with a raised brow.

" Uh—I've been running this club for almost 12 years now. But this clubs been around for almost 15 years." Mr. Nagaki swiftly answered.

" Right." The man with the cigarette started.

" So that means that you have a copy of every worker here?"

Bonten already knew the answer to that.

" Yes. Yes I do."

Good response—Mikey thought with a subtle nod to his number 2.

But Takeomi wasn't done with his questions.

" Does that also include the much older workers who been here for a lengthy amount of time?"

Mr. Nagaki stuttered his response mentally. He wasn't sure if Bonten already knew the names of his workers—and he didn't want to expose them. " Yes it does. My oldest worker is 29–a male."

" That's enough questions on the staff," Kokonoi interfered. " My concern is the money you make from the club every month. Or the club makes. Do you have a estimate?"

Mr. Nagaki nodded. " I would say roughly around 25 million yen. But that's before the money is divided and split amongst the staff."

Kokonoi seemed very content with that number.

" I would say that's because this place is cheap. Cheaper then most clubs." The man with the purple mullet spoke blandly.

What Mr. Nagaki assumed was his brother—grinned in response. " That has to be the reason this place is open everyday."

Mr. Nagaki nodded his head quickly.

" That's correct. We're all open as a bar during the day. Which is a separate shift on itself. Which is why when you renovate this place, I suggest you keep the club open everyday of the week."

The men shared stares amongst each other, and Mr. Nagaki did not understand the communication going on.

Has he said something wrong?

Realizing that, he quickly picked up. " We have more than enough workers for those hours anyways."

" I think you're confused." The pinked haired man finally spoke. He grinned at him. " We haven't told you yet did we?"

Mr. Nagaki could only raise a brow in questioning. " I'm afraid I don't understand."

The boss tilted his head lazily. " Kakucho."

" You're gonna construct this place under your name with our money." Kakucho said with firm eyes.

" And I'm sure this won't hurt too much," The purple haired man started with a lazy grin.

" But pay your workers on leave will you?"

Mr. Nagaki stared at the men, absolutely bewildered. " What? I thought you guys were taking it from here...."

" Don't worry about that." The boss brushed off as he shrugged.

" Exactly Nagaki-San," Kokonoi started with a small grin. " With how fast construction is here, it will be done in two weeks max. Plus, we already have the layout for the club design made, we'll just have to add our own personal touch ups when we take a final tour."

Mr. Nagaki did not know what to say in response. He had no interest or intention to do Bonten's dirty work under his name.

But could he say no to these men? Absolutely not.

" And to be clear on that last part—the cost of each executives personal request shouldn't be too costly." Kokonoi added with a look to his colleagues.

Mr. Nagaki felt his heart begin to speed up as the boss fixed a look on him. " Do you understand?"

I don't want to! He wanted to say. I don't want to do that! I refuse to do it! But he'll be killed if he doesn't.

" I do. I understand." He nodded with a gulp.

" Can you repeat what you understand?" Kakucho asked.

Mr. Nagaki sighed. " I will be using my legal name to build and reconstruct this club for Bonten—without telling the government or a single soul. I will be the owner of this club for the time period of the reconstructing, I will pay my workers on the two week leave, and when the construction is done—this club will be under Bonten's name. I agree and understand all the terms."

The room was silent for a moment. So quiet it was, Mr. Nagaki was sure he could hear the functioning in the walls of the club. Or the doings of the public outside the walls.

" Good." Sano Manjiro said. " Very good."

Kokonoi was the first to rise to his feet.

" Well then, let's take a final look around."

Mr. Nagaki did not miss the look Ran Haitani gave him.

————————————————————————————

Everybody was doing something.

Whether it was walking around the club and observing, sitting and chatting, or speaking to Kokonoi about their personal views on what should be changed. Mr. Nagaki settled on staying behind the counter as a bartender, his mind running fast as he laid out his future in front of him. He couldn't stand being in the presence of these men any longer. He could not grasp that he had to do their work if he wanted to live. He had plans to leave days after this meeting. To quit and live his life somewhere else that was rather quiet. Maybe out of Tokyo.

His plans were ruined.

He felt out of place in his own club. Even as he arranged alcohol bottles by name—a job he's never done before, but was doing to occupy himself.

Everything was weird.

" Where's the locker room?" Mr. Nagaki flinched at the sound of a familiar voice.

Gently setting the foreign wine down, Mr. Nagaki turned to look at Ran Haitani.

He didn't know the name of the man who stood in front of him. He did know that he spoke earlier, and was probably brothers with the other man he sat beside.

" The locker room?" He asked with a raised brow.

The man nodded his head, his eyes piercing into his own. " Yes. Where is it?"

It was not a question.

Mr. Nagaki stammered for a response. " For the staff? It's down the hall but..."

" But what."

He did not want to say it. " It's for staff only...."

" Take me there will you?"

What was he supposed to say now?

With the way the man stared at him, his violet eyes looking him up and down expectantly. His eyes were practically questioning why he wasn't moving yet, and Mr. Nagaki could only nod.

" Yes. Right this way." He was not supposed to be doing this. For multiple reasons.

The Locker rooms were mostly used by the dancers, but still— the bartenders and servers  also had their own lockers. There was room for each staff member. Yet, there was nothing really special in the lockers. Especially on a day like this when the club is closed.

The only lockers that should have items are the dancers.

So what was this man interested in? 

Ran wasn't sure why he felt the need to do what he was doing. But as he walked in the club that was about to be under his name too—beside a man who obviously was scared of him—nothing was really alright in his head.

He felt tense, the gun in his waistband tucked securely these days. He had been a little bit more distant with his brother lately when Rindou once again mentioned his ex girlfriend to him. The evening of that day when Ran saw Y/N's picture from only 2 years back.

Rindou had not told him anymore information about Y/N after that evening. Ran told him to stop mentioning her, and he did.

Ran was left to only see his little brothers conflicted faces from afar.

Rindou did have to ask about Y/N's life to Kokonoi, since it was apart of his job that day. Though, his younger brother never told him anything. Ran wasn't sure if Rindou figured anything out— he would tell him. But it was Ran who told him to not mention the said girl to him again.

Ran found it weird that she was alive. Not that he wanted her to be dead, but he blocked her out in his life like she was.

For years he has acted like she didn't exist. Acted like she was not an important factor in his life at one point. 

She didn't have the baby, is what he told himself when he found himself gazing at the ultrasound picture for too long.

Even so with those odd words of comfort, Ran found himself doing something as absurd as this.

" Where is the locker of someone named Y/N L/N?" Ran demanded.

Mr. Nagaki turned around immediately at the question. " Pardon me?"

Ran narrowed his eyes at the man, tired of repeating himself at this point. " There's someone named Y/N here, right? She's a bartender."

Ran could see the blatant refusal in the man's eyes as he straightened his posture. But with the way his eyes were pinned on him, he knew he wouldn't refuse.

" It's...." The man started hesitantly. " It's the locker number—27."

Ran nodded, " Open it."

Mr. Nagaki sighed, almost disappointedly.

" Sir....you know this is confidential right?"

Ran narrowed his eyes. " Open it." 

That was all it took for the man to stroll over to the locker with a hunch in his step. Ran watched from the door as he pulled out a keychain with a good number of keys on it. He settled on one key, before crouching down to locker number 27.

It wasn't only Mr. Nagaki who's heart was beating fast.

" That's it sir..." Mr. Nagaki said as he took a step back from the locker. " It's empty. She's a bartender only sir—"

" Get out please." Ran quietly mumbled. " Go. I don't want to repeat myself. Wait outside."

Mr. Nagaki opened his mouth to protest, but said nothing as he compiled. Walking past Ran with his gaze down in what seemed to be guilt and confusion.

Ran stared at the opened locker, his heart beating in his stomach and legs. He felt nervous, and the air in the room became too humid and dense for him to breath right.

Finally, Ran pulled out two things. One was a an thick envelope, and the other was a folded piece of paper from his breast pocket.

With a quiet sigh, Ran drew out a breath of air as he placed the folded paper into the envelope.

Eying the big bills of money in the bag and the paper amongst it. His hold on the bag tightened before he finally shook his head. Setting the bag into the locker and shutting it quickly.

Ran stepped away from locker 27 quickly, not sparing it another glance.

" If that's not her locker you're done for." He told Mr. Nagaki as he walked past him.

The man stared at the locker silently as he approached it with the key. He did not dare open it.

He would not dare see what the Bonten executive placed in there.

———————————————————————————-

" What happened?"

You questioned Mr. Nagaki as you held his shoulders. The day after the meeting with Bonten was like a normal work day for all the workers. Everyone believed  in that in the steady excuse that your manager had told them. With the excuse that a business meeting happened, it was not too much of a shock to everyone that the club was being renovated for two weeks. Two weeks the workers will be off, while getting pay. Obviously, not a normal income since no tips were included. That was for bartenders and servers though. The dancers made their money in various ways.

" I can see the look in your eyes. The look you have." You said as you stared into your managers eyes. " A two week leave with pay? For construction? What happened?"

You maintained eye contact even as he let out a sigh, tugging you gently into his office with the black door.

" Their buying it." He admitted with dull eyes.

" Their reconstructing on my name for the next two weeks. Illegally of course, so don't tell a soul."

You nodded your head frantically, seeing the twinge of fear in your managers eyes as he said the last part. " So you're here...for the next two weeks? Then this...this is all Bonten's property?"

" Quiet down!" He whispered sneered. " This is not a matter than can dare be overheard or spread."

You nodded, gulping as you let go of your managers shoulders.

" But yes. I will be here for the next two weeks only. Then they take it." His face changed immediately, and his eyes connected with your own.

" What?" You asked gently with furrowed brows. " Why are you looking at me like that?"

Your manager shook his head subtly, " One of them asked of you."

Suddenly, the words were knocked out of your mouth. Your brain becoming jello immediately.

" What?"

Your manager only continued, " They put something in your locker. They demanded me so I couldn't say no. I don't know what it was. I promise."

You stared at your manager with a twinge or betrayal in your eyes, but the confusion you felt overpowered the feeble emotion by plenty.

You could see shame, fear, and confusion in his own eyes as he looked around the room. He was obviously shook about something deeper than a deal.

" My locker?" You asked in a whisper. " I don't use my locker—barely. I'm a bartender. All I do is drop my phone and purse in there..."

" That's what I thought too, but the man didn't seem to care." Your manager said as he nodded down at you. " Y/N....do you perhaps know someone in Bonten?"

The question was absurd, and he could see your bewilderedness all over your face. 

You stared at him like he had two heads, or maybe even more.

" I'm sorry I don't even know why I—"

" Of course not," You sneered. " I only know a few people in Japan to this day. I don't have time to get involved with that type of stuff."

You took immediate defence, and you had every right to.

" I know and I shouldn't have asked." Your manger started with a rub to his forehead.

" You work here everyday, just not mostly Saturday and Sunday especially. Of course you don't know Bonten's executives."

He laughed as he said the last part of the sentence, but your face and body were still in shock from the information he gave you.

What did a man from Bonten—and executive, want from your locker?

" What did he put in my locker?" You demanded, seizing your managers shoulders.

" I didn't see it." Your manager began to your dismay. " He forbid me to see it, sent me to wait outside. He was serious. He said if it wasn't your locker there would be trouble."

Your eyes widened even more at your managers words. Curiosity was killing you, and maybe it was for the best.

" I'm going to go see it."

——————————————————————————-

" Why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?"

Star asked you as you entered the locker room. This was the last day of work before every staff member would get to leave for the two week pay for reconstruction. Overall, most workers were joyful—naturally pleased with the day and their filled pockets. So of course when you walked into the locker room with your face pale of its complexion, your eyes wide like you have indeed seen a ghost, and a rushed step in your walk—you raised eyebrows.

Star raised her eyebrows.

You didn't bother sparing the dancer an answer, knowing that your boss was trailing not so far behind you.

He had yet to enter the room yet, but when he does, you were sure he would be chasing out her presence.

" Excuse me?" She dragged out expectantly.

You could feel her gaze on you as you stood in front of locker 27.

" Girl don't ignore me. Why are you just standing there—"

" Star please exit the room for a moment."

That was the voice you were waiting for.

Star's gaze immediately went over to your manager who stood at the entrance with the keys in his hand. " Wait what? Why?"

" Just go Star. It's mandatory that me and N/N (nickname) check the lockers."

Good excuse. You thought as your leg bounced with anticipation.

If Star doesn't leave, you'll just tell her yourself.

" Weird...." She mumbled as she pulled out her makeup bag. " I'm going."

Star exited the room as she said she would, and your manager waited 5 seconds till her footsteps disbanded. When he was sure that she was gone, that's when he began to lock the entrance door.

" Hurry," you encouraged him as he wiggled the door handle repeatedly.

27. You barely ever used the locker for crying out loud. You put your keys, bag, and phone in here when you didn't have pockets on you during shifts—but that was it.

Out of everything, your Black Range Rover would logically be the only important thing a criminal would want.

But even so, a executive in Bonten?

With all the illegal sources and incomes they participate in—there was just no way Bonten was lacking in the money department.

" Just making sure it's locked," you manager sighed as he sped walked to your locker.

You watched as he crouched down to open the locker door with the key.

The moment it was open, was the moment your hand was in.

" What is it?" He asked.

There was not enough space nor light for you to see into the dark abyss of the locker, and you solely relied on your hands to pull everything.

" What's in there?" Your manager asked again, this time more eagerly.

" I'm getting it out!" You snapped as you gripped on the item. " I think it's a envelope...."

Once you knew that there was nothing in the locker that your hand had found pointy or dangerous, and the only thing that was inside was the thick paper—you pulled out your hand.

It was an envelope indeed.

Immediately you turned your body to angle the envelope to your manager. Allowing him to see what you were seeing as you rotated the bigger sized envelope. As far as you were concerned, the envelope was completely blank. It was big though, and awfully thick too.

" There's no name on it..." It was more of a statement from your manager than a question.

" It doesn't look like it to be honest." You answered as you checked the envelope one last time. " I'm gonna open it."

Back up if you wish—is also what you were warning.

Your hands shook as you fumbled to open the envelope. Pushing away the weird thoughts in your mind that it was going to explode, or that you were going to see black mail worth things of yourself.

But this envelope was placed by a Bonten executive—nothing you were thinking was absurd or overboard.

" Oh my," you mumbled as you stared at the tied up 10,000 yen bills.

Your manager practically gasped at the stacks of thick identical looking paper using the same papers bill. It was money, a bunch of money.

" Are you doing business with a Bonten Executive?" Your manager sneered in a whisper.

" Of course not!" You defended. " I've never made a business deal in my life."

Your heart was pounding at the bloody money. The beat was so loud in your ears, you did not listen to the words your manager was saying. 

The only thing that caught your eyes was the folded paper amongst the bills. By now, the man had drifted from your side to throw his hands up, curse, and mumble to himself like he was facing the greatest punishment on the planet.

The paper was folded tightly, and honestly—it looks like it hadn't been unfolded in a while.

It was a small square paper that you quietly pulled out of the bag.

You were expecting a death threat as you unfolded the work of someone's tight folds. Your nimble fingers shook, and you were expecting a paper cut with every passing second.

Your heart was in your stomach when the paper reached it's last fold—half the paper. You could see the outline of the content, but the water in your own eyes prevented seeing further.

Your legs shook when you unfolded the last fold, and if not for your brain still managing to work—you were sure you would've collapsed to the floor.

You clamped a hand over your mouth at the pictures on the paper. Complete shock filling your being as one name rang through your mind so painfully

Inside the envelope, was the picture of an ultrasound.

———————————————————————————

The following day you were home. 

You were being paid for being at home. A weekday where you were not working felt weird. You made a special bento for Haruki, knowing that you had no work to be present at the whole day. For the next two weeks in fact. You made him pancakes for breakfast. Fresh pancakes too—not toasted eggos. Seeing the early morning smile on his face as you drove him to school was amazing. The music was playing loudly in your car, and the weather was beautiful. You were in no rush, for the day was all to yourself like the days to come. You would tell Haruki this news when he gets back from school. He would be surprised to see you not getting the house cleaned and ready for your night departure. 

Being home alone in the house was not exactly  fun though.

It was not equivalent to having the house to yourself In your teenage years. You missed your source of entertainment and happiness, Haruki.

You had cleaned everything in sight, and you could swear the house was sparkling under the daylight.

The smell of bleach was so strong, and it was covered by the artificial house smell you had sprayed over. The chairs were pressed, pillows were fluffed, carpets vacuumed, apartment dusted.

All that was left was dinner, which you would do after you picked Haruki up from school.

—But you were dying to get that chore done early too. 

Your mind wandered to the envelope that held roughly around 1.8 million yen ( 17 thousand Canadian). You couldn't sleep last night, as a certain name from almost 9 years ago kept you up.

It was bloody money, money you knew you could use to you and Haruki's benefit— but you were too afraid to touch it.

Somewhere inside you, you knew it was the money that set your amazing mood.

It was the way you knew you could add that  money for Haruki to go to school in the future. Fulfill and succeed in any program he wants. He would not have to worry about being in debt, or buying books, transportation, housing, or anything with that money. 

That plus what he already has, and he could even go abroad if he wished.

You would never have to pull money for that reason again. You would save 10,635 yen ( 100 dollars) every week. That money was going  to change your life no matter how you used it.

The envelope had no name, and it didn't need to have one.

With the folded paper that was inside of it, the paper he took that day—it already said enough about who the money was from.

But why?

Why after all these years would Ran finally show himself? And like this? By giving you money, flaunting that he was a rich criminal who could dash out 1.8 million in the blink of an eye.

Was that his way of apologizing to you? Because you had no interest in rekindling your relationship with him anymore.

But you would take the money.

~ knock knock~

You practically jumped at the sound. Your eyes darting over to your apartment door with a frazzled look.

You certainly were not expecting any visitors or guest today, and you had internally planned to be with Haruki the whole day. Perhaps it was Chifuyu? But the man always told you when he was coming and even when he was on his way.

You approached the door with steady feet, settling to look into the peep hole that was equal height with you.

If not for the matured face, you would've not recognized the man standing at your door.

" Rindou," you gasped in shock.

You were not thinking straight when you immediately opened the door.

" Rindou...." You called again as you stared at him.

He was much taller than you now. His hair was purple too, in the style of a mullet. His chubby cheeks that he once had were now mostly cheekbones, and he was built with a firmer build now.

When his eyes landed on you, he too paused.

" Hi Y/N...." He said with his stare glued onto you.

He was warm. The embrace you pulled him into was warm.

Your stomach burst with a feeling you haven't felt in years. It was not in the romantic section of your life, but it was more so in the part that has been discarded since you were 17. It was the feeling that made you feel at home.

Rindou made you feel a sense of home.

Your white tank top and fluffy shorts were not the most presentable thing compared to Rindou—who was dripped down in a designer suit that seems to be reeking thousands of Yen.

When shame didn't take over you, you knew you were indeed feeling at home.

" Oh my gosh come in..." you gently said as you stepped aside from the door.

Rindou gave you a small smile, doing as you asked. When you glanced behind him to see the familiar empty hallway, fear filled your eyes for a moment.

" I didn't bring him." Rindou quickly assured.

" He doesn't even know I'm here."

With the fear out of your eyes, you nodded—closing your apartment door and locking it.

" This way," you said as you stepped in front of him. Leading him to your living room with light grey couches.

" This place looks," Rindou started as he looked around. " Good. Very nice. It's well kept. Expected from someone like you."

You nodded your head with a smile, " Thank you."

Finally your eyes drifted to the bag Rindou had in his hand, and when he saw your raised eyebrow, he quickly set it on the glass table in front of him.

" This is just a bottle of red wine that I brought you..." he trailed off as he set it down. " I'm not sure if you even drink, but it doesn't have a lot of alcohol. It taste really good."

You laughed, giving him a smile. " It's not drinking time yet, but thank you Rin. Would you like some tea?"

Rindou nodded his head at you. " Yeah. Thanks."

You turned around, fixing the pillows around him. " Make yourself comfortable Rin. We're not strangers."

With a sigh, you walked to the kitchen to grab the kettle. Basking in the daylight that shined through your many apartment windows, and the presence of the man on your couch.

" You move so mom like now." Rindou said as you filled the kettle.

His words made you chuckle lightly, shaking your head. " I guess that's what becoming a mom does to you, huh? Or maybe a parent in general."

It was true, and it could be advise for him.

" Wow?" Rindou said with questioning and surprise in his tone. " Congratulations Y/N."

You raised your brow as you placed the filled kettle on the stove. Dropping your favourite tea flavour in, you glanced back at Rindou curiously.

He was now laid back more comfortably on your couch, his eyes slightly widened—matching the tone of his previous words.

" What?" you asked with a laugh. " I was pregnant 8 years ago."

The apartment was silent after your words.

You stared at the stove as you eyed the kettle, feeling goosebumps form on your skin.

Had you made it awkward?

No you didn't. Because why would Rindou even ask a question like that knowing the situation?

Noticing the tenseness that took over the air, you turned around with a smile that quickly faded.

Rindou's mouth was open in complete and utter shock.

" Is something wrong?" You asked with a raised brow.

" 8 years ago you and Ran were together..."

Yes we were.... Why do you sound surprised?...

" Rindou," you asked with a shaky inhale as you made way to him. " What did Ran tell you when we broke up?"

You stared at him and he stared at you back. Blinking like he was trying to recall something, but then shaking his head with his lips still parted.

" He told me...nothing." Rindou sat up in an instance. " He literally never said a word about why we stopped seeing you! He never told me anything!"

Your eyes were narrowed at him, suddenly feeling your stomach begin to turn in a nasty rage.

" Get out."

Rindou was taken aback by your words. " Wait Y/N, I swear he never told me! I wanted to come here by my own will to check on you!"

You rose to your feet, eyes dead as you spared him a glance. " I don't care. Leave."

Rindou wasn't having it though, and soon enough—he was towering over you. " No. I'm here to see you! Don't you understand that!? "

" I was pregnant." You mumbled. " At 17. I was pregnant, and he upped and left when I told him."

Rindou stared at you as your eyes began to quickly flood with tears. " No.....he would never—"

" Well he fucking did!" You snapped. By this point, the tears were starting to fall.

You quickly wiped at your face with rough swipes and movements. Drying your eyes of tears, and pressing your tear duct to a painful degree.

" He left without a words Rindou, and—and that's not even the worst part!" You smiled as you said the last part, laughing. " He gave me this fucking thing—follow me—what two days ago or yesterday?"

Rindou trailed behind you quickly, " You guys have been in touch?"

With the fast pace you were walking at, it took you no time to get to your bedroom. " No we haven't. But recently, he put this shit in my work locker."

In your hand was the envelope that you found in your work locker room.

The envelope that had the ultrasound photo Ran Haitani took with him the day he left you.

Rindou squinted at the envelope, " What the hell is that?"

You gave him a pathetic shrug, even though you knew what it was. " 1.8 million dollars. That's his pathetic way of apologizing, or showing himself."

Rindou's eyes for some reason, didn't show too much shock for the big amount of money you just mentioned.

" And you're sure it was Ran who put that in your locker?"

" I mean who else could it be?" You frantically asked as you dug your hand into the bag.

Rindou mirrored your expression. " I don't know! Ran would've left his name on it or something!"

Rindou didn't even seem certain in his own words.

You shook your head at him. " Yeah.. but he left this..."

Rindou squinted his eyes at the paper you were unfolding. It looked like it had been folded a thousand times. " What's that?"

" An ultrasound." You quickly answered. You unfolded the paper quickly. " Instead of leaving a letter like a normal person, he left the ultrasound photo he took the day he left. And before you say anything, I know it was him. There was three photos in total, Ran took one. I have the other two."

Rindou stared at you with a look you couldn't really read through. But you were certain that you were still seeing hints of anger, and shock somewhere in those eyes of his.

He seemed to be shocked by your news, and the way you confidently said that it was Ran for sure. You were so certain, and Ran wasn't certain with Rindou about such simple things.

Simple things like telling his brother that he got his own girlfriend pregnant.

And instead, keeping Rindou in the dark about someone who he also considered a  friend of his.

" You gave birth to Ran's kid?" Rindou asked in disbelief.

You nodded, but you did not seem too happy with your confirmation. " I did. I was 18 when I gave birth. 18 when I started working this bartender job, and it's about to be 9 years soon."

Your eyes fell on Rindou's form once again, and you debated if you should tell him about  your struggles with your job. You were aware that there was practically nothing that your ex's little brother could do for you, but Rindou showing up to check on you was enough to show that he still did care.

Your eyes wandered his form as your brows furrowed. How did he even manage to get your address?

You knew nobody, and only a maximum of a few people knew your address. Yet Rindou, who you haven't spoken to in nearly 10 years—had got your address and located you with ease.

Perhaps you were so caught up in seeing your long time friend that you didn't grasp in the moment to question his presence.

" How did you find where I live Rindou?" You asked him with a raised brow. " Like I know you came to see me and all, but...I barely talk to anyone. My social life is totally dry. So...how did you find me?"

You watched as Rindou let out a small huff, his hands traveling to his nape as he shook his head.

" I literally just happened to find out." He said with a shrug.

" No you didn't." You shot down.

Rindou's brows creased at your tone and new look. " Look I didn't tell Ran your address, that's all that matters right?"

" No. It's not just about Ran." You had so much more to say. So much that would put Rindou on the spot, but in sake of a certain man—you couldn't reveal your knowledge.

So as he was beating around the bush, so were you.

Mr. Nagaki said that Bonten was having a meeting with him, and one of the executives in Bonten happened to ask for you.  That same executive placed something in your locker—which happened to be 1.8 million yen, and a ultra sound picture. Only one man on this planet has your ultrasound picture, and that man is Ran Haitani.

Concluding that, this all must mean that Ran is apart of Bonten. He's not just apart of it, but he's an executive member too.

With that being said, you were more than aware that the Haitani's didn't ever separate from each other. Which meant that if Ran was in Bonten, Rindou must be affiliated too—or perhaps an Executive member himself.

This would ultimately mean that Haitani Ran and Haitani Rindou were executive members in the criminal organization; Bonten.

The organization that terrorized Japan's economy, and its civilians.

" What do you want from me? Hm Y/N?" He asked with his brows furrowing deeper.

" I'm here to see you, not have you interrogate me for my job."

" I never mentioned your job..."

Rindou's eyes faintly widened for a moment at your narrowed glare. Your eyes were staring hard, and you were not looking at his eyes.

You were staring straight at the tattoo that peeked out of his suit.

Rindou's hands immediately made way to his suit tie, tucking it up. But it was too late, you had already seen the threatening symbol. The suit that protected it had accidentally slipped far too down in minutes.

" Y/N come on—"

" Get out."

Your voice was sharp. Demanding your words with clenched fist. " Get out right now Haitani."

Rindou's face twisted immediately. " Are you kidding me right now? I literally came all this way for—"

Your breathing got louder. " I don't care! I'm not letting you or Ran endanger me and Haruki! I can't let that happen! Not after years of busting my ass for a good and comfortable life. You can take you and this Bonten bullshit right out the door!"

" Stop fuckin yellin!" Rindou sneered.

Your lips parted to reales another demand, but Rindou silenced you quickly. " I'm not here to mess around so quit it! I came here to see you with good intentions, and no other fucking person knows that alright! Keep it that way."

You weren't sure what the last part of Rindou's words meant, but you pursed your lips as you breathed heavily through your nose.

By now the tattoo was showing once again, and when Rindou caught your eyes on it—he made no effort this time to cover it back.

His face held great annoyance, and anger—and you weren't sure if it was now directed at you too. In your defense, you hadn't said or done anything extreme to piss off the Haitani with anger issues. In fact, you would consider your precious words to Rindou as mere warnings. Your mom instincts were kicking in slowly, and you were going to burst if Rindou hadn't intervened like he did.

" So what are you going to do?" You finally asked with a blank face.

Rindou paused in his place, his eyes flashing over as you only now noticed his own ragged breathing. He looked up at you with emotion filled eyes.

" I'm gonna talk to him."

———————————————————————————

Ran could not even respond to his brothers anger on time.

His words weren't even able to escape his lips as he was violently pushed out of his chair. Ran stumbled back as confusion filled his body, before anger  took over when he realized that was the action of his own brother. Rindou had left his paper work for Ran because he apparently had something

" important" to do, and being a good older brother—Ran decided to do some of his own work that he was assigned really recently. I return of that, Ran had asked that Rindou welcomes himself back into his office with take out for lunch. It was like a trade, after all—every executive had something to do and small time to do it.

Yet, Ran was welcomed with a harsh shove with no takeout in sight.

It filled him with anger, but he had patience in him to overcome the anger he was feeling. He would try to hear his brother out, because it's not usual that he acts like this.

In fact, the last physical fight they had was 12 years ago.

" What the fuck Rindou—"

Ran couldn't even finish as he was roughly picked up and slammed into the opposite side wall of his office. The feeling of being barreled through his own desk, and the pencils and pens that nicked at his back made Ran wince. With his own strength he latched onto his brothers shoulders to maintain a civilized distance, but Rindou had no intention of being civil.

The punch he threw to Ran's face was enough to decide that this was beyond serious.

All patience in Ran's body burned out quicker than he had thought.

Ran used his raw strength to smash Rindou's head into the wall. A small attempt to get him off of him to have the upper hand—maybe then he would be able to demand answers for his brothers attack. But Rindou took no affect to the retaliation Ran made, and Ran was the one who ended up pressed up against the wall.

His teeth were clenched together as Rindou gripped him by the collar, holding onto Ran with strength he could not resist to.

" You fucking kidding me?" Rindou practically yelled with rage all over his face.

Ran could feel the bruise forming on his face as he stared at his brother, hearing approaching footsteps from his open office door.

" What the hell is going on here?" Takeomi's Akashi asked from the entrance of the office.

His eyes were trained on the mess of an office that usually looked so clean. The scene shocked him the most.

Rindou Haitani— the younger brother, had his older brother pinned up against the wall with a bruise forming on his face.

Rindou who was always on his brothers side no matter the situation, and as far as everyone was concerned—never argued or fought with his brother before.

The scene in front of him was rare, and it made the Advisor hesitant on his next words.

" Okay," he started as he shut the office door behind him. " Both of you guys calm down right now."

His office was connected to Ran by a conjoined wall, and like the other executives—everyone was doing their own paper work. The first slam from Haitani's office had Takeomi alerted—which was followed by grunts. Immediately he assumed the worst an grabbed the gun in his drawers. It could be an attacker—he had thought as a frame on his wall fell from another slam in the neighbouring office.

But he was not expecting this scene.

" Tell that to him!" Ran sneered with a glare on his brother. " He's the one who came up in here."

" You're a fucking liar!" Rindou yelled with eyes burning with rage.

He didn't even give his brother some time to respond before he was speaking again. " You got Y/N fucking pregnant and left huh?! That was it right! You left her alone with a baby to raise like some dead beat motherfucker!"

Ran's eyes widened with exceeding anger as he let his brothers words settle in. " You don't know shit! You don't know what the hell happened—"

" She fucking told me!"

Takeomi has never seen Rindou Haitani this angered before, especially towards his own brother. Everyone has seen him annoyed, irritated, and irked about small things. Often he showed those emotions towards his brother, but it never went beyond that. It never went to the point where he would throw a punch, and have absolute hell fire blazing in his eyes.

This Y/N that Rindou mentioned seemed to be a personal topic, and a name that Takeomi is sure he's never heard before.

Ran let out a laugh. It was loud and booming, and you could see the anger in Rindou's face from the sound.

" So this is how you wanna talk about this?" He questioned with a quirked brow. " Right in front of the fucking Advisor?"

Rindou nodded without hesitation, " Yeah! So he can see how much of a fuckin dead beat you are!" As he spoke, he threw Ran to the floor with as much strength he could muster.

Takeomi took that as his sign to step in, his hands up as he looked between the two brothers. " All right that's enough. Do you guys know what will happen if the boss finds out you're fighting each other?"

" This is a personal matter," Ran spat with his eyes pinned on his brother. " We have shit to handle."

Takeomi shook his head at Ran, almost like he was telling him to remain seated. " Yeah but not here, not when every fucking Executive is present. You guys are making shit shake."

Takeomi's words once again fell upon deaf ears as the enraged brothers stared at each other with so much anger. For a short moment, Takeomi believed that he shouldn't get involved with the brothers situation—because it really did seem to be incredibly personal.

" I raised you." Ran said as he finally rose to his full height. " You have no fucking right to speak on anything. I raised you for most of my fucking life."

Rindou laughed, as if it was the funniest thing he's ever heard. " Really? That's your excuse for all of this? Because you raised me you can leave your girlfriend pregnant with your child when she was only 17? Really? Amazing excuse Ran. Seriously."

Rindou could see the way the advisor glanced at his brother, almost like he was asking if what he had said was true. It only made things more funny for Rindou.

" Yeah it is true!" He started again with a nod.

" This fucker has been enjoying his life with all the fucking riches we have, while he left his 17 year old girlfriend who also was my friend, to take care of the baby he made with her. You have a whole son in the world Ran."

As much as anger burned in Ran's gut, he couldn't find it in him to speak again to his younger brother.

Rindou was right, as much as he didn't want to admit it.

He was correct that these past years Ran has been cowering in his own embarrassment and guilt.

The office was silent as Rindou kept his stare on him, almost daring his brother to say anything. It was obvious that he was ready to fight—whether that was verbally or physically. Rindou was angered by the situation Ran had brushed off these last 8 years of their life—and the way he practically lied to him.

" Get out." Was all Ran could say.

" Really? That's your response to—"

" Get the fuck out!"

Takeomi shifted towards Rindou who stared at his brother in what could he described as a look of shame.

" Alright Rindou let's head out." He said as he spared the older Haitani a glance.

Ran looked a mess, totally different than his usual well kept lazy demeanour.

" Yeah whatever." Rindou brushed off.

" Fucking sleep on it."

And the two men were out.

——————————————————————————-

" Rindou why are you calling me this late at night?"

You asked the male on the other line. Your day with Haruki ended up being much better than you had imagined. It seems like the little guy was very excited to hear about your availability for the next two weeks, and everything was falling right in place too. Apparently he wanted to have a play day with Tanjiro and Kano at your apartment, and now that you're home—it's impossible for you to say no.

Plans were being made quickly.

You have the promised dinner with Haruki that could be held Friday evening instead, and your plans to meet up with your foster mother and Aiko some time soon.

" I spoke with Ran."

You blinked, trying to process his words with your newly awoken brain.

" What?" Was all you could ask. " You what with Ran? What did you say?"

Rindou scoffed on the other end of the line.

" Jeez I know it's late but you're not drunk."

" Yeah well you're calling me well past midnight—"

" Now you're awake." Rindou swiftly interfered. " Me and Ran fought. Well...I fought with him. Literally."

Dread filled your stomach as you recached over to flick on the white light lamp you had beside your bed. The light burned your eyes but you blinked the aching away, your mind focused on the words of Rindou Haitani.

He had fought with Ran.

It settled within you quickly. You had never, never ever in your time—seen the Haitani brothers fight each other.

You've witnessed a few arguments, but those never passed a certain level of sibling pettiness. Neither of them would possibly let anything ever irk them to the extent of throwing fist.

Their relationship was everything, wholesome and strong, and you were baffled at the thought of Rindou fighting his brother for someone as old news as you.

" Rindou...You fought Ran? Over what I told you earlier? Why would you fight with him—"

Rindou kissed his teeth with great irritation. The sound alone stopped you from continuing on. " He fucking deserved it Y/N, and you should've heard the excuses he was making along the conversation. I don't regret it."

You placed two feet onto the carpet of your master room slowly. Edging yourself out of bed quietly. " But Rindou you and Ran are really close. You should've just let it it go, I mean I'm fine now. Having you around is more than good enough."

" Do you hear yourself?" Rindou asked in the most pissed off tone ever. " Ran left you to the cruel worlds hand at 17. Seven fucking teen. What if you weren't fine? You didn't and couldn't take care of the baby? What if you died giving birth because of how young you were? What if you became homeless and were broke because you didn't have a job? You didn't. Yeah, yeah that good to hear—but so what? Me and Ran started making rich blood money in 2011 or 12. He had every opportunity to slide in and check on you, see how you're doing, or maybe go back since we were more financially stable. And he didn't. Instead, he shows up with 1.8 million almost 9 years later—doesn't show his face, doesn't say a word to you, and that's it. That's all he did? That's okay to you? Really Y/N?"

You were silent as you stared at yourself in the mirror while sat in your vanity chair.

Nothing that he said was wrong. It was brutal and depressing, but it was not wrong.

Ran Haitani did you dirty, you and Haruki.

" He fucking left you to wolves," Rindou started with a louder and angrier tone. " and didn't tell me shit about it."

He didn't leave you to wolves..you had some people.

Chifuyu, Aiko, your foster mom.

But there was no denying that you struggled.

" Sorry..." you apologized, your head falling as you bit your lip.

Your eyes stung as you listened to Rindou sigh over the phone. " But that's not why I called Y/N."

You sniffled quietly, " What do you want then?"

The line was quiet, like Rindou was contemplating his next words very carefully. You raised a brow over the phone but didn't open your mouth to voice your confusion.

Only listening as the younger Haitani sighed again.

" Ran knows your number, and he's bound to find your address soon."

Next Part ; Part 4

Wc; 9,561

Tags ;

@ratmudpie @slutaholic69 @chervyssweets @stfupukio233 @sanzusmom @yourblackiequeen @bontensbabygirl @kira-rrh @strawberriespiesblog @yungluv-com @night-shadowblood-writes2 @bewbingz

@cellzzz @sanzusfavorite @goldeneagles-posts @trwta

cute!!

i t’ s  y o u

f!reader x monkey d. luffy (op)

tw: a little angst?

word count: 1.5k

a/n: I love this precious bouncy boi so much, so here’s a fluff fic.

buy me a ko-fi?

゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

Your Captain had been acting strangely for a while now, you’ve noticed. He was usually yelling or laughing, making his presence known on the Going Merry. He would even talk in his sleep, sometimes getting a response or two from Sanji and Usopp shushing him. You had never seen Luffy so quiet and distant, almost as if he was avoiding you. Every time you tried to approach him, he would quickly walk away as if he didn’t see you coming. Either that or he would approach another crewmate and disturb them, ruining their peace.

You were perplexed. You had joined the Straw Hats the same time Robin did. The only difference was that you were invited, and she was not. Yet, Luffy never acted around Robin how he did with you. You tried to convince yourself that maybe you didn’t know Luffy as well as the others did. After all, you had only been with the crew for two weeks, and you hadn’t gotten that many opportunities to spend time with your Captain. That being said, there was no denying that you had a slight crush on him. Luffy was so confident and charismatic, and you’ve always admired his selfless personality. You wanted to go on more adventures with Luffy and would do anything to help him reach his dream of becoming the Pirate King.

Keep reading

c i g a r e t t e  k i s s e s

f!reader x vinsmoke sanji (op)

tw: a little angst? + a little nsfw

word count: 1.2k

a/n: I wanted it to be fluff (maybe it’s a sign that I’m not made for writing this), but it sort of became a little angsty? I don’t even know what’s the genre anymore, oops. Anyway, I just started watching One Piece, and I knew I’d love Mr. Prince immediately (Shanks & Zoro too!)

buy me a ko-fi?

゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

You couldn’t resist peeking your head into the kitchen. While the other Straw Hats on the deck were busy having another pointless argument over a ridiculous theory, you had slipped away to follow the exotic aroma of spices combined with the waft of citrus. You could feel your mouth watering as you watched the juicy fish sizzling on the pan. The blonde cook must have heard your stomach rumbling because he immediately turned around to give you his signature sweet smile.

“Hungry already, princess?” he asked while skilfully stir-frying vegetables in a large wok.

“Starving,” you admitted, suppressing your desire to steal the freshly-cooked prawns by the side of the counter and running away with it.

He laughed, “Well, you have to hold on just a little longer. I’m almost finished. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

Keep reading

🫶🫶🫶

THEY ALL ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

luluhuran ang nagiisang hiroya shimizu/shuji hanma 🧎‍♀️

DADDY? SORRY. DADDY? SORRY. DADDY? SORRY. DA—

---

yes sa wakas 🥹

Young Love ; Part 4

————————————————————

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬--𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐦.

( Ran x Y/N x Chifuyu— ethnic reader if you squint)

⚠️Mentions of: Teen pregnancy, cursing, suicide, alcohol, planned death,

Previous Part; Part 3

——————————————————————————-

You were waiting.

Every hour after Rindou visited, you spent your time waiting for Ran Haitani—the father of your child, to show up. Rindou Haitani had told you that his brother had asked somebody in their working circle for your information—similar to how he did with you. According to his words, it wouldn't take time for his brother to find your address and show his face to you after 8 years of absence.

You spent the past two days shopping, planning dinner and lunches for Haruki, and talking to people you couldn't always make time to talk with. People like Aiko, Chifuyu, and your mother.

But the man you shared a child with evaded your mind heavily.

It was hard to ignore the fact that he could be watching you, or searching for you at any moment.

" So what are you going to do?" Your mother asked you with a raised brow. " Keep in mind that he's been gone for 8 years Y/N. He has no right to want Haruki now, and you could say no ."

You bit your lip as you sipped on the juice she had given you. " I want what's best."

Almost immediately your mother shook her head. " He left you." She emphasized. " He's been gone for 8 years and you and Haruki are doing amazing. There's no 'what's best' because you've already given Haruki what's best."

You didn't respond, only going in for another sip of the juice.

" He shows up and gives you 1.8 million out of the blue? What kind of shit is that?" She questioned in disbelief with a rasp in her voice.

You scoffed at the irony. " Like I need his money."

" Don't be dumb now," your mother said as she leaned in closer, her arms now resting on her knees. " You could make good use of that money."

" I put it to Haruki's name. I don't need his shit for myself."

" Hmmm." She hummed. " That's smart. Sounds like something you would do."

You furrowed your brows as you wandered into your own thoughts. Did Haruki need a dad? You questioned yourself. After all these years you've spent as a single mom, Haruki has never really complained about the lack of a father in his life. Him calling " mommy" all day didn't bother you either. You never heard him voice sadness or detest for the fact that he only had a mother in his life. But maybe that was because you were fulfilling your duty well.

He gave you Mother's Day gifts when he crafted them in school, you attended both his Parent Appreciation Day's as a mother.

You never heard your son question heavily for a father.

He spent his evenings with Chifuyu Matsuno almost everyday, and that man has taken place of the first male figure in his life.

For the first few years Haruki crafted Father's Day gifts and gave them to Chifuyu, something that had the man blushing and you shaking your head.

Overall, you would say that Haruki is pretty content with the way his life functions and the people in it.

Introducing Ran—his biological father to him at 8 years of age? Is that necessary? What was the point?

" I think it's not necessary." Your mother shrugged.

You snapped your head up, coming to the realization that you had asked the question out loud. Her response didn't take you by surprise though, and you could only scratch your nape with your eyes closed in response.

" Yeah but he's a boy." You responded.

" He's growing up and getting older. How can I just decide to not let him have a father?"

She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes at your words. " Mothers have the whole package sweetheart." She said as she swirled the juice in her glass around. " You've been playing all roles for the last 8 years, stop making yourself feel guilty for that boy. He chose that path years ago, he'll survive like he's been doing."

You weren't sure if what your mom was saying was correct, or completely petty and childish. Either which way, you found part of yourself agreeing with what she was saying.

She shrugged her shoulders at your silence, leaning back into the couch. " In the end, I know you'll do what you want sooooo,"

As much as you didn't ever want to admit it, there was a part of you that wanted Ran Haitani to come back for you.

To come back to you.

Maybe not 8 years later, but there was once a part of you. A small part.

It's just a matter of if you still feel that way.

——————————————————————————

" Oouuu you are glowing girl!"

You said as you greeted Aiko with a smile. In your hand was the bottle of red wine Rindou had brought when he came to visit you. Today you had spoken to your mother about your circumstances, and gave her your updates, and now you were here to speak with Aiko—your long time best friend and practical sister.

" Don't flatter me!" She said as she giggled like a school girl. " I'm glad you noticed though. I've been—you know, doing a little lifting and crunches outside. Typical beauty girl stuff."

You couldn't help but laugh as she did a little dance at the door. " Yeah okay,"

" Anyways!" Aiko chirped, " Come in!"

You nodded your head, welcoming yourself into her home and immediately removing your shoes.

" I purchased this gadget that puts wrap around your shoes. So you won't have to remove them anymore!" She said as she threw you a wink. " The kids are with their grandma right now, so we can definitely drink whatever alcohol is in that bag."

" Of course you noticed," you said as you followed her into her home. " But yeah it's red wine that was given to me by a certain someone."

Aiko's house was big, and it was no surprise to you considering her husbands job and her own job of taking over her family business.

You could tell that your best friend was living in absolute comfort, but you couldn't help but wonder how lonely she must've felt with such a big house. You yourself struggled with living in your apartment without Haruki's presence, but knowing Aiko—she found joy and entertainment with everything.

" A certain someone?" She giggled as she sat on the couch. " Is that someone Chifuyu Matsunoooo?"

You cringed at her obnoxious laughter.

" Okay enough of that. Me and Chifuyu are just really good friends girl."

" Andddd that's when I loose interest." Aiko shrugged. " That man would make an amazing father, boyfriend, husband, and all. Like...you see the way he looks at you? At Haruki?"

You rolled your eyes, ignoring Aiko's words that she had been repeating for years.

" Yeah okay. I'll get the glasses, and you can open this."

Aiko rolled her eyes at your dismissing of this conversation once again.

" Yeah, okay." She scoffed as she got up too to pop the bottle. " Ooouuuu, this is one hell of a rich wine brand! It's literally never in Japan like that."

You laughed as you opened her dishwasher to grab the freshly steamed dishes. " Good thing I didn't buy it then."

" Girl what?"

Holding the glasses by the leg, you slightly shook them at Aiko.  " Ice or no ice?"

She stared at you with a curious look for a moment, the bottle stiff in her hand.

" No ice for this glass. But what was that that you just said?"

" I didn't but it." You repeated with a snicker as you approached her. " But I didn't steal it either girl. My bartender job doesn't get me free alcohol often."

" Often?!" Aiko screeched.

" Girl you're about to drop the damn bottle."

" Hold on," she started as she backed away from you. " I'm so lost right now. Help. First of all— who gave you this bottle if you didn't buy it or steal it? Secondly, what do you mean ' often'? I thought your job only gave you free club passes with a plus 1?!"

You let out a sigh as you sat the glasses on the small table in front of the both of you. Aiko's face was curled up in great confusion, and all you could do was nod your head at her to pop the bottle.

" I'll tell you about that soon girly. But just pop the bottle."

She did just that. Attempting to hide her excitement and happiness as she did so.

So here you guys sat—In her big house, sitting on the fluffy grey couch, and sipping expensive red wine in the afternoon with class.

" Spill it—" Aiko said with the first sip. " Ou this stuff is good—because I know you have tea."

You cleared your throat as you inhaled a deep breath, letting your smile glimmer across your face. " You remember Rindou right?"

Aiko raised a brow before nodding quickly.

" Hell yeah I do. That douche bags brother."

You nodded at her in confirmation. " Right. Rindou came to visit me a couple days ago."

The look on her face was priceless. " He what?"

You took another sip of the wine. Letting the small sip of the rich flavour fill your mouth. 

" Yeah. And he brought this wine as a gift. And—hold on I just missed a big part of this all."

Aiko sat up straight, setting her wine glass down as you shook your head comedically.

She knew a long story was coming, and she had no means of interrupting your story and possibly spilling the red wine.

So you told her everything. Telling her everything Mr. Nagaki told you about the club and what would happen, and how Bonten showed up to claim the property. You didn't leave a single detail out to Aiko, knowing that she was a trustworthy person. Yes she often lacked a filter, but she knew what to expose and what not to expose to other people. She was smart with the streets of Tokyo Japan, and she knew Bonten was no joke to appeal to. Besides her jokes about the money, men, and their materialistic riches—she knew it was best to have them be unaware of you. So when you told her that an Executive of Bonten—your baby daddy and ex boyfriend, was in this criminal organization—Aiko flipped.

When you told her that Ran had left you 1.8 million in your locker, she almost passed out.

You told her everything— from finding out that Rindou and Ran were now Executive Members in Bonten, and how Rindou fought Ran from the last phone call you had with the younger brother.

" This can't be real right now." Was all Aiko could say.

You shrugged your shoulders softly. " I don't know girl."

"  He can't just pop up out of nowhere and think he's going to be in Haruki's life!" She raged, following a big gulp of her wine.

" Fuck him and his money! That's not how it works! Is that his way of saying sorry to you? Because it's pretty fucking pathetic."

You nodded in agreement. " I'm wondering why he thinks I would even want to see him. Like the fact that he thinks he'll just pop up in my newly built life is just mind boggling."

" He has a lot of fucking audacity girl." Aiko said as she rubbed her forehead. " But...what are you going to do? Like.... now that he's coming face to face with you. And it's inevitable."

You shrugged your shoulders, swirling around the last bit of wine in your glass. " If he ask to be in Haruki's life—"

" If he even asks."

You nodded. " Right. If he asks—and I say no, what do you think he'll do to me?"

Aiko glanced up, as if she was searching her brain for a good response. " Have you spoken to your mother?"

" Yup." You said with a pop. " I didn't tell her everything like I told you. I obviously left stuff out, but I told her what she needed to know, and all she said was ' I should not let him back in, I've been playing lots of roles as Haruki's family, I make good enough money if he decides to take it to Court'—which I doubt he will."

" He probably can y'know." Aiko scoffed.

" Ran always wanted to get his way. Like a man child. He'll do above and beyond. He'll take it to court, tip off the judge, not show up to court and have an expensive team deal with it. He'll do it all to get his way, even if it means sabotaging you."

You furrowed your brows at her. " You sure it's not just the K and J Drama's you watch?"

" You're life is a summary of all the K-Drama's I've watched before."

You frowned, rising to your feet. " I want a refill."

Aiko nodded, following you as she picked up her empty glass. " Add some ice this time."

Standing in the kitchen as you collected the ice, you felt your heart beat thump a little more in your chest. Either because of the alcohol, or simply the harshness of the conversation you were having.

" You think Ran will kill me?"

The question you asked even took you by surprise.

" Don't say stuff like that!" Aiko snapped as she set her filled glass down.

You glanced at her, moving towards the bottle.

" I mean...he does whatever to get his way. You think he'll just get Bonten to kill me—pretend I got into a car accident, overdosed, I don't know—do something fucked up then claim Haruki as his last distant family?"

Aiko was silent, and that was the only answer you needed. She seemed to be pondering over the idea herself. The thought that maybe Ran Haitani was as cruel as the organization he was in. Or crueler. That he would kill the mother of his child who's been present way before him, just to get what he wants.

It seemed surreal. It seemed impossible.

But with Bonten, anything was possible, and nothing was ever too cruel.

" I don't like what your saying Y/N." Aiko said with a frown. " Maybe that's enough wine."

You shook your head, taking a sip of your newly filled glass. " I'm not drunk girly. Not even tipsy yet. I gotta drive back home remember?"

So your words were not because of alcohol. 

Aiko's face remained in a frown, feeling deeply disturbed by your previous words. Hate boiled In her stomach for Ran Haitani, a man she hasn't spoken to in forever.

" Rindou won't let him do that." She said firmly  with a shake of her head.

You nodded at her with a sigh. Allowing the thought of Rindou— the younger brother— protecting you from his older brother—who raised and took care of him forever, to settle in your mind.

It was possible, but also unlikely. 

" Let's hope he's still human." She ended with a huff.

——————————————————————————-

" She's off for a while so you're bringing her flowers?"

Kazutora asked Chifuyu as he fixed his tie. The blonde man had made plans tonight after you had told him about your weeks off of work. No longer did you have to stay till morning in the club scene, and sadly he couldn't watch over Haruki. It's been a while since he's last seen the boy and it's been killing him. So, he took it upon himself to prepare a nice night for you and Haruki, bring the biggest bouquet of flowers he could find, and buy some fresh- hot dinner to eat on your big dinner table.

He wasn't really overdoing it in his eyes. From what Chifuyu has read in romance manga growing up, this was the bare minimum.

" Yup." Chifuyu said firmly as he nodded in the mirror. " And I'm going to pick her and Haruki up some dinner before she starts cooking it. That's why I can't be late."

" We all know Chifuyu's a desperate romantic." Baji Keisuke added as he entered the room.

Chifuyu scoffed as his two friends erupted in laughter. "And that's why you guys are handling this new location by yourselves."

The two men groaned at the mention of the work they had to do this evening. Being the CEO's of their pet shop was usually easy, and most of their work was pushed onto their heaps of employers throughout Japan. But the three men worked hard to be able to eventually do this. They once had to handle the whole shop and it's business by themselves. Even though that didn't last a while.

" Don't remind me." Kazutora said as he frowned at Chifuyu.

Chifuyu snickered, rummaging through the drawer to pull out the best scenting cologne.

" Yeah I will. And Baji don't forget to tie up your hair."

The raven haired man grumbled distastefully at the shade thrown at him. " Why do you keep calling me by my last name?!"

" Why are you yelling!?" Kazutora mimicked in the same tone.

" Shut up!"

" This is why I'm going out tonight." Chifuyu said as he sprayed himself over with the colognes. " And I call you that because you look more like a Baji then Keisuke."

" Fuck you."

" Yeah whatever."

Kazutora whistled, standing up to place a hand on the blonde man's shoulder. " It's good that Chifuyu is finally making moves though." He said as Chifuyu narrowed his eyes at him through the mirror. " After how long Baji? 4 or 5 years?"

Baji laughed. A laugh that was booming and teasing, making Kazutora join in naturally.

Chifuyu rolled his eyes, shrugging his friends hands off his shoulder. " Forget yourselves."

" 4 or 5?!" Baji repeated in between laughter.

" I thought it's been a century!"

" You mean a decade?" Chifuyu asked with sass. " Decade means 10, century means 100. Easy information."

" Well shit I think it's been a century." Kazutora joked.

Chifuyu could only roll his eyes again as he adjusted his hair. His friends laughing at him was fine, because he knew that they found humor in everything. Teasing Chifuyu was a main source. But Chifuyu also knew that he wanted to see Y/N L/N tonight. He wished to see her and Haruki, and he didn't care about whatever teasing he had to endure because of it.

" Look we're sorry," Baji said with his laughter dying out. " We know you really like this chick—"

" Her name is Y/N."

" Right. So y'know, let's talk more about tonight and what you planned."

Chifuyu smiled at the questions. The plan he had come up with started to swirl around in his mind as he took a seat with his friends.

" So I'm going to get her some flowers for the night." He started with a cheesy grin. " I just have to pick them up and that's really it. Then I'm going to pick up the fresh dinner meals  I ordered, and yeah—I'll be off to her place."

Kazutora nodded, sparing a glance at his black haired companion with a look of interest.

" And you sure the food will be hot?" He asked with a raised brow.

Chifuyu nodded his head. " Yup. Well it's as fresh as it can get from a store. But I paid them extra for hot and really fresh food." He said with a shrug. " It's the same food place we catered when we opened our 3rd location."

Baji nodded. " I don't remember the name but I remember that the food was good as fuck."

Chifuyu couldn't suppress his grin.

" Wait hold on," Kazutora started as he cleared his throat. " What's with the suit?"

Chifuyu raised a brow at the question, eyeing his fancy suit. " I mean....the food isn't typical. It's fancy and expensive."

" So you're going to go over there in a suit, and she probably won't even be dressed up?" Kazutora stated in more or a questioning tone.

" That's fine!" Chifuyu quickly said. " She always looks good! She doesn't need a dress!"

Baji huffed silently. Despite always knowing of his friends submissive side for romance, a part of him was concerned for Chifuyu. He was putting in so much effort for this dinner—a surprise dinner in fact—to turn out as perfect as possible. He couldn't deny that he was worried for Chifuyu.

But his friend looked so happy.

His fucking smile that he's been wearing for the past day or so looked so genuine.

—And from what Baji heard, you were a nice girl. A very strong and independent woman—is what Chifuyu called you. Taking care of your son from an early age, that took maturity that even Baji was sure he didn't get till recently.

The black haired man sighed as Chifuyu defended you being in casual clothing.

" Hmmm." Baji grumbled. " She better be grateful."

Chifuyu could only nod.

He hoped you liked it.

——————————————————————————

" Haruki what should we eat for dinner?"

You asked the boy who was freshly showered and sitting on the couch. The apartment was quiet, peacefully quiet. You itched to get started on dinner and start conversation with your 8 year old son. Even now you were desperate. You had asked him a question you already knew the answer to. With nothing to do during the day but speaking to your mother, and sharing a bottle between Aiko who kept the rest—it was fair to say you were bored. With that being said, you had already planned dinner. 

'Why is Haruki so quiet? ' you might ask. Well it's simply because he's watching his after school science channel on the tv.

The same one his best friends watch as well. It was one of his favorites, and you would never tell him not to watch the channel.

Plus, it was better than him being stuck to a phone or tablet.

" Haruki?" You called out a bit louder.

" Oh?" He responded. " Sorry mom, I wasn't listening. What did you say?"

You laughed at him, shaking your head. " What do you want for dinner? Unless you don't plan on eating."

The boy quickly shook his head at your last words, before cocking his head to the side in a thinking manner. " Ummmm.... Katsu Curry!"

" No." Your response earned a dragged out groan. " Oh please. You know that we only eat curry when mommy doesn't have enough time to make dinner, remember?"

Haruki crossed his arms. " Yeah...."

" Why don't we have...." You started with a goofy smile on your face. " Egg fried rice and braised pork!!"

Cheers erupted from Haruki.

" —With broccoli."

" Oh."

" Veggies are important Haruki." You said with a pointed look as you walked over to him with a hand on your hip.

" But why broccoli of all the ones in the fridge?" He questioned with a pout on his face.

" Some children and people don't have veggies to eat." You scolded him. " And maybe you should make dinner tonight."

" Sorry momma."

" Mhm."

Walking away back to the kitchen, you hummed contently as you reached for the fridge.

*Ring!!

Your face scrunched up at the timing of the call. With a sigh you glanced at Haruki—who had returned back to the tv, and dug your hand into your pant pocket with a new feeling of discontent.

You can't say you weren't taken aback by the name of the caller.

It was Chifuyu.

——————————————————————————-

Ran's car was silent.

Usually he was working at this hour. He would be working with Bonten, maybe eating dinner that his brother picked up or got for him. Especially knowing that every Bonten Executive was busy and practically scurrying around with their own work loads. The overwhelming mission and papers, the endless meetings and deals. Everything was stacking up, and Ran had made the call to hurry and get things done, and then call it off for the night. All so he could drive to his ex's place. So he could come face to face with Y/N L/N after nearly 9 years.

With how you and him ended, Ran wasn't sure what the conversation would go like.

You've gotten his money, Rindou confirmed it in anger. The money must be a lot for someone like you who works as a bartender, and he was sure that you could do big things with it.

Maybe you would be happy to see him.

Seeing him at your apartment door with a fancy suit worth more than your rent, and maybe you would remember the money he sent you on the spot.

You would tell yourself that you can get more if you stay with him. That's how a smart woman would think anyways.

Because knowing he was in Bonten , Ran was sure that you wouldn't want to upset him by hindering his son from him. Because finically wise, he would eat you up. And he knew it.

So Ran believed things would go smoothly.

That's just how Ran Haitani thinks.

" Funny." He said to his thoughts as he stared at the road ahead. " Cancelled work to come down here. She better be grateful."

It was the mind of Ran Haitani.

It was true though. He did cancel work to come see you. To come talk to you.

" I've encountered a personal situation." He responded with a edge to his tone.

Mikey raised a brow at the emphasis of the word " personal". Maybe there wasn't a emphasis the Haitani put on the word, but out of everything Mikey was tiredly listening to—that word stuck out the most.

" Personal?" He asked with a tilt to his head.

Ran shifted as his boss's eyes peered into his own. He was debating if he should tell Mikey his matter or not. Sanzu wasn't in the room at the moment, so only the boss would know. But it wasn't even a matter of embarrassment of who knew his business. After all, Takeomi—the Advisor knew. But there was a difference. Takeomi wouldn't leak his business to the rest of the Executives, Sanzu—the loud mouth friend of his, would.

For a second, Ran wanted to just nod his head at the Boss's question, opting that for his answer. But with the way the boss stared at him with those wide black orbs, he wasn't just asking—he was demanding to know what was so personal to be occupied for the rest of the evening.

" Yeah." Ran responded with a curt nod.

" I just found out I have a son. Um....I found my baby mothers location."

Ran could see how Mikey's eyes widened for a second.

He wasn't expecting that huh? Ran thought.

" Oh." Was all he said as he shifted. " Okay then. You're free to go."

Ran huffed at the memory of hours ago. Mikey's face, his expression of shock that only lasted a second—it all lingered in his mind.

Ran wondered if Mikey would tell Sanzu. He wasn't sure if the boss was that vocal with Sanzu about other Executives matters. Sure the executives were going to notice his evening absence, but who would ask about it?

Sanzu would. And Ran wondered if he would get an answer.

With a shake of his head, Ran's jaw tightened as his mind wandered off again.

Back to Rindou.

His brother who hasn't spoken to him since what happened in his office.

At fist Ran thought he would get over it. That it would be a small fight that wouldn't last long.

But Ran knew it wouldn't be, and he was correct. Rindou has said some things that were beyond Ran's comprehension. He called him  things that Rindou has never called him before.

It wasn't the typical, " you're annoying", that his brother always gave him.

It was pure hatred and anger in his eyes. And maybe Ran was overreacting, but if it wasn't hatred he saw, it was disappointment.

And he remembers the look and everything.

So Ran took it upon himself to seek out for you, knowing he had to, wanted to, and needed to.

Ran was also sure that Rindou would let it go once he heard him asking Kokonoi for a bartenders number off the list. Your number.

Rindou didn't.

He wasn't going to say sorry. That's what Ran keeps chanting to himself even as he drives. His hands clenching hard around the steering wheel in anger.

Rindou was going to apologize, like always.

He was sure of it.

This is a long drive, Ran thought as he made a turn. " Fuck it. I don't have time to bring her something."

Ran couldn't deny that he was nervous to finally see you after all these years. He wasn't too anxious for your reaction, but to see his son—and the girl he once loved—he sure felt some type of way.

Despite his worries for seeing you, Ran believed this would go smoothly. He just has to use his appeal like he's been doing with women these past few years.

—————————————————————————-

You weren't expecting Chifuyu to be on his way.

On his way with dinner, in fact. You were wearing what could be considered pajamas, and he was brining over a fancy meal enough for all three of you—completely unprovoked. You were more than shocked, and mid way when Chifuyu said he had catered steaks, rice, and shrimp—you had began your way to your bedroom. Your clothes were a shame to wear for a dinner with such expensive food, but Chifuyu didn't mind.

In fact, he had told you that he was actually expecting you to be in pajamas, and had called at this time to make sure you hadn't started dinner.

He was perfect with the timing.

So here you were, in fluffy pajama pants with a fluffy v neck cropped shirt to go with it. You had set your hair to look more presentable than your go to hairstyle that you had it in. Anxiously biting your nails as you waited for Chifuyu to call you back when he was near your complex.

" So we're not having egg fried rice and pork?" Haruki asked from the living room.

You shook your head, walking over to his direction as you nervously laughed. " No but we can have it tomorrow babe."

Haruki raised a brow. " So...are we having curry then?"

" No."

" At least I tried."

You rolled your eyes playfully at his response, reaching a hand over to tug at your sons chubby cheeks. " Yeah you tried it. But actually, Chifuyu is coming over, and he's bringing over dinner!"

Haruki's face brightened the moment you finished your sentence. A beam on his face as his eyes widened to saucers.

" Really!?" He asked in disbelief. " You're staying too right mom?"

You didn't miss the pleading and hopeful look in his eyes. After all, usually when Chifuyu was here, it meant that you had to leave.

With a smile growing on your face, you shook your head. " I'm staying right here to eat dinner with you guys."

Haruki made a energetic gesture of victory to express his triumph of your information.

" And he's bringing steak!" It was just so you could see more of his happiness.

The joy of your son increased, and placed joy inside of you with every cheer he made.

You couldn't help but smile and laugh, walking away from Haruki to grab your phone.

Things were going good. Great in fact.

Despite everything, and what is happening with your job, your domestic life was amazing.

You had a tight circle of people that cared about you, and you had a son that brought you indescribable joy every time you saw his face.

You couldn't ask for more.

" Should I change my clothes mommy?" Haruki asked from the living room. " Steak is for fancy people in suits and dresses!"

You looked over at him with a grin on your face. " That's for when you go to the steak, as far as I'm concerned, the steak is coming to us."

A large smile spread on Haruki's face as he laughed at your humor.

" And plus," you started with a shrug. " I'm not wearing a dress."

The sound of ringing from your phone ended Haruki's laughter as you put a finger over your lips—signaling him to be quiet.

Like you thought, it was Chifuyu, and you didn't waste a second answering the call.

" You're here?" You asked immediately as you chewed your lip.

He laughed on the other end, light and airy.

" Well I'm glad you sound excited. And yeah, I am here."

You found yourself smiling as you walked over to the box on your wall.

" May you please open the door Y/N?" Chifuyu asked through the buzzer.

You grinned when you realized your didn't hear it in the other end of the phone. He had muted himself.

" I will," you spoke back with a laugh as you opened the door for him.

" Thank you because my hands are really full. Would hate to drop this amazing food."

You shook your head as the conversation directed back to the phone. Chifuyu now having you off mute with his voice as clear as ever. Not static anymore from the buzzer machine that was being tweaked on.

You smiled as you stepped away from the machine, a nice feeling rising in your chest as you glanced at your son.

" I'll get the fancy plates." He lipped to your with a sneaky smile.

You nodded your head at him eagerly as his small feet ran to the kitchen. Hearing the sound of the dish washer opening to grab the steamed plates from yesterday.

" Just tell me when your at the door," you started as you tilted your head to the side.

" Should I tell you that I'm stiffly traveling up the elevator? Thank God it's only me."

You laughed at the horrible attempt to be funny. Or maybe it was Chifuyu's humor in general.

It seems like you were laughing at everything he was saying. Funny or not.

" Well I guess I can tell you that Haruki's getting the fancy plates, and I'm waiting at the door for you."

You felt like a teenage girl giggling with her boyfriend on the phone. A feeling that wasn't unfamiliar to you completely. It felt like a new experience though, a new nice one. And you were living for it.

Maybe Aiko was right.

" Well I'm starting to walk down the hall." Your breath hitched as you watched Haruki run back to grab cutlery. An excited and thrilled look all over his face and demeanor.

" And I can see your apartment door by the way."

You don't know why you were getting so excited. " Chifuyu..." you mumbled.

" Andddddd," he dragged out. " Whew the foods getting heavy."

You laughed, peeking out the peek hole on your tippy toes for him.

" Now I'm....outside your door."

And he was.

Standing there with a awkward smile. His head tilted with his phone pressed between his collar bone and cheek. It was almost as if he knew you were watching through the peep hole, expected of you.

" So..." he started. " Are you going to open the door."

Without a second thought you opened your apartment door for the blonde haired man.

" Hey Chifuyu." You spoke into the phone as you stared at him. A grin adorning your lips.

" Looks like you need help."

" I do. Good thing your dining table is close."

You stepped aside quickly to let him in. Listening to the sound of Haruki's excitement as Chifuyu moved further into your house.

Peeking your head out the door, you glanced both ways down the hall before shutting it completely. Adding the various locks you usually put.

" I'm tried to look a little more...better." You said as you showed yourself to the two excited males.

Chifuyu glanced up at you, his eyes raking you over quickly as red dusted his cheeks. " You look amazing. Like always. Not in a weird way, but you know....doesn't your mom look amazing Haruki?"

Your son nodded quickly as he peeked into one of the foiled and branded pans. " Yup! She looks cool!"

You laughed softly with Chifuyu at his response.

" No but seriously Chif, you didn't have to do all of this. Take out would've made an amazing dinner. I was also just about to start dinner too so...."

Chifuyu smiled, stuffing his hands in his dress pockets as he stepped to you. " Are you trying to say that I was invited to dinner this whole time?"

Your eyes widened at the bold question, and you averted your gaze to somewhere that wasn't his face. " I mean....yeah."

After years of saying that you didn't harbor romantic feelings for this man...

You felt like opening a hole and disappearing with the way your insides twisted.

" There's steak!" Haruki excitedly said.

" There's steak and rice!"

You shook your head as Chifuyu laughed, moving towards the dinning table seat to hover over the food.

Haruki had already opened up the food, and he wasn't lying about the steak. It was big, thick, and juicy pieces that were still releasing steam into the air. You could see the steam droplets from the heat that was on the pushed back lids.  In another pan there was white rice—plain and simple, and the third pan had fried egg rice. The fourth pan was rather like a bowl, and was noticeably smaller than the other tins of food.

Opening it, it was a nice container of flared out tempura shrimp. Having over 20 pieces of shrimp for sure. The centre of the tin had a sealed container of red sauce.

" Chifuyu you outdid yourself." You gushed as your stomach grumbled.

The man chuckled lightly, " I wanted to impress you and Haru. So it was worth it?"

" Yup!" The young boy squeaked joyfully.

" It was very worth it! Me and momma were gonna eat steak on the weekend like a big girl and boy does! Now we all are eating it as a family!"

Family.

The word nudged your heart in all the right spots. Beating a section of your heart that hasn't been beating in years.

" We're a family?" You asked as you looked between Chifuyu and Haruki.

Chifuyu looked just as stunned from Haruki's choice of words. His blue eyes widened and his blinking slow—as if he was trying to solve a hard math problem.

Haruki looked confused at the silence, tilting his head as he looked at you. " Did I say something wrong momma? I'm sorry—"

" No!"

Chifuyu stared at you. " I think a family is..."

" Amazing." You continued for him with a smile. You looked between the two boys as you spoke again, " I think a family is great."

The smile you and Chifuyu shared as you avoided eye contact was backed up by Haruki's loud cheers. The food in front of the three of you was so alluring, completely drawing you in to the scent of steaks, rice, and shrimps.

——————————————————————————

" It seems like somethings on your mind Boss."

Sanzu said to Mikey as he cleaned his gun. The leader of Bonten's head has been clouded for the past hour or so. Usually, things didn't bother Mikey for a long period of time—in fact, things barely stayed on his mind for long. But there was something about the information he learned from his executive that settled an uneasy feeling in his stomach. It wasn't the fact that an Executive had a kid, since Mochi himself had a wife and two kids. He's been living a domestic lifestyle for years, so Mikey wasn't surprised there.

His mind has been spinning abnormally, piecing things together and looking back at previous things that meant nothing then—but do now.

" You seem bothered by something," His number two said again. " Is it a traitor? I can deal with that now—"

" It's no traitor." Mikey dully responded.

" But there's a problem then? You didn't deny it."

Mikey debated between telling Sanzu to shut up, or just ignoring him. His number two was beyond nosey when it came to anything, and Mikey would be lying if he said Sanzu wasn't unbearable.

Always doing something. Always invading his mind.

" Don't worry about it." Mikey said, leaning back into the chair. " It's not a sharing matter."

Sanzu grinned at the response. By the look on his face, Mikey could tell that he was treating this as a game. Finding some type of high in tempting and pushing his boss's buttons.

Finding out just what was wrong with his boss, and what was making him so stressed. All so  he could quickly get rid of it.

" It's a secret then?" Sanzu pushed a bit more.

" Is it concerning one of the guys?"

Mikey exhaled a long breath, blinking as he stared at nothing in particular.

" Is it Kakucho?" The pink haired man started with a grin. " Maybe Rindou? He's been angrier than usual."

He must think I'm joking, Mikey thought.

" His brother has also been weird, is it Ran maybe? Is it Mochi? Is he lacking? Just tell me so I can get rid of the problem—"

" Get out." Mikey cut him off, standing from his chair as he fixed a look to his number two.

Sanzu blinked. The grin he had on his face long gone. " What? But Boss I'm just trying to help—"

" Don't care." Mikey said, walking over to his office window. " I don't wanna hear it anymore. Told you to stop. You didn't. Get out."

Sanz stood there for a moment, staring at his boss who had his back facing away from him.

" I'm sorry then—"

Mikey turned around. Fixing a sharp and rude stare on Sanzu " What are you not understanding? I'm giving you 5 seconds to get out."

Mikey watched as Sanzu exited his office. A frown on his number two's face, and he already knew that an innocent soul would be the outlet to the anger he was feeling. He could not find it in himself to care at the moment.

He couldn't when this odd feeling was eating him alive.

" Ran has a kid?" He mumbled to himself. Finally letting his shocking thoughts speak aloud.

Mikey didn't care—that's what he told himself, but it didn't feel right as he thought more about his executives situation.

There was no way that Ran Haitani just found out he has a kid.

Mikey wasn't sure why he believed so, but the way the man worded his words, and nervously darted his eyes around his office made him contemplate.

He just found out his baby mothers location?

It made no sense.

How did you just find out you have a kid, and also just find your baby mothers location? It was questionable. Knowing Ran Haitani, Mikey was aware that he was the biggest whore in Bonten. He found it disgusting, but he kept quiet. Ran was a man who wanted to have a woman on his arm every second.

Is it possible that he impregnated a one night stand recently? Or was this years ago like Mikey believes?

" Rindou was upset these last few days." He told himself as he walked back to his office window. " Sanzu's right. Those brothers haven't been talking lately."

Mikey stared at the dark sky with his obsidian orbs. " He abandoned his kid." Mikey ignorantly concluded.

A frown of displeasure settled on his face when he realized what he just said.

Mochi wasn't expecting children, but it happened, and he took full responsibility immediately. That's a real man.

Mikey can tell from a mile away that Ran Haitani is not.

He did not take responsibility, and his cheap pride and ego had led him to go to his baby mothers house uninvited.

Mikey was sure he was correct.

Ran Haitani wasn't a man. He was a child.

——————————————————————————-

Everyone's stomach was full.

The food had done a great job of filling everyone up, and it was nowhere near finished. The skinny steak Haruki ate was enough to put the boy to sleep in his chair. You had finished up your last piece of shrimp and bit of rice before slumping back into your chair. Hand on your belly as you stared at Chifuyu—who had eaten the biggest and thickest steak in the tin. Now it was time to clean up the place and put the food away, and proceed that by putting Haruki to bed for school tomorrow. You did not look forward to moving from your comfortable position.

Chifuyu let out a sigh as he followed your gaze. " I'll carry the little guy to his room, no worries about that."

He had noticed your stare on your sleeping son, and read your expression—understanding your thoughts so easily.

You smiled at Chifuyu—a tiered and lazy smile—but a smile nevertheless. " He's out like a light because of the food. I'm sure he'll sleep amazing tonight...."

Chifuyu shrugged his shoulders, mimicking your own beat expression. " I bet he will. Don't want to wake him up...so! I'll carry him!" Chifuyu began to rise to his feet after he finished his words.

You looked up at him as he hiked up his dress pants, walking over to Harukis's chair.

Seeing that he got up to aid your kid upstairs—despite being tiered and full from this dinner—that alone pulled you to your feet too.

" Thank you so much Chifuyu. Again. Like seriously....I don't know what I'll do without you."

Chifuyu gently began to lift Haruki. " No need to thank me Y/N—"

" Stay over for the night." The words came out of your mouth without hesitation. " We're all tired, and unnecessary driving isn't worth it."

Chifuyu stared at you for a moment, Haruki secured in his arms. " Okay. Thank you."

The endless thanks won't stop no matter what, so you nodded in response.

Chifuyu slowly disappeared from the dinning area, making his way to Haruki's bedroom with quiet feet.

You huffed as you stared at the food that needed to be packed and put away. The dishes that were on the table that needed to be put in the dish washer, and the mats that had to be cleaned.

" I'll thank myself in the future if I do this now." You mumbled.

Immediately, you gathered the dishes and utensils and began your way to the kitchen sink.

The sink water was hot on your hands. You watched as the scented soap ran off each fancy plate that became crystal clear, before setting the dish into the open washer beside you. You couldn't help the way your mind was wandering. Chifuyu had really put a lot of energy into tonight. A smile found way to your face as you recalled Haruki's words about the man that often watches him.

He had used the word " family" to practically describe you, Haru, and Chifuyu. And it didn't bother you at all. 

Your heart sped up as you inhaled a shaky breath of air. It was a feeling you haven't felt in a while, and you've been denying this feeling since forever—for the last couple years.

Things have been going so smoothly for you, then so rough, and then got smooth again, and now you felt like you were moving in between the two lanes of smooth and rough.

You dried your hands with the kitchen napkin, opening the cupboard in search of the dishwasher soap.

You grumbled under your breath when you saw that the pack had less than five soaps left, making you mark in your head to buy some when you go grocery shopping this week. Another task that you had to do while on your break.

The knock at the door was loud and firm.

You flinched at the sound, your heart jumping but your face remaining still. Your hands clutched the package in your hand harder as you blinked. You weren't expecting anyone at this hour, or anyone in general.

You weren't even expecting Chifuyu this evening, and you had spoke to Aiko and your mother today—so you doubt they'll pay you a visit the same day. You were certain that they would call or text you rather than come by your place. Considering the time.

You slowly set the package down on the counter as you took a step towards your door.

The buzzer hadn't went off. You didn't let anyone into the building.

Although it wasn't impossible to enter the complex without being buzzed in, it was still odd. You could have someone open or hold the door for you, which isn't unusual—and you have to admit that you often did that for others yourself. It saved visitors the time.

But it didn't answer who was coming directly to your place at this hour?

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

An extra knock was added this time.

" What the hell..." you mumbled to yourself as you walked quickly to the door.

Haruki was being put to bed, and there was no doubt that Chifuyu heard the knocking himself.  

Could it be Rindou? You thought as you placed your eye to the peephole.

You would've answered your question with a "yes" the moment you spotted the purple mop of hair.

But there was such significant differences between Rindou and the man that was standing at your door. 

This couldn't be anyone other than Ran Haitani.

No amount of time and separation could make you forget those violet eyes of his that you saw in your everyday life. The same eyes Haruki had that he got from the man outside your door.

You couldn't even find it in you to gasp or let out any sound as you stared at his appearance.

A fancy suit, and a tie adorning his neck, similar to the one his brother was wearing days ago.

Ran's hair was short, much shorter than you remember it being. It was gelled to the side—but looked rather messy, and his pale skin was still as clear as day.

" Someone's at the door?"

Chifuyu's voice had you slowly pulling away from the peephole. For a moment, you contemplated answering him. Wanting to keep quiet so Ran Haitani on the other side of the door would think that no one's home.

But at the same time, you did not wish to draw attention to Chifuyu, and appear panicked and startled.

You shrugged at him as he slowly approached you. " Yeah." You settled on for an answer.

" At this hour though? Are you expecting them?"

You were sure that Ran Haitani knew you were present now.

Knock, knock, knock.

It wasn't firm knocks anymore, and now it sounded like he was using his finger to knock rather than his knuckles.

You shook your head, letting a nervous laugh fall from your lips as you looked at Chifuyu. His brow was raised at you, blue eyes darting between the door and your figure. It was almost as if he was questioning what you were going to do.

" I'm sorry, it's just a really old friend of mine I guess." You whispered with a lopsided smile.

" I'll speak to them outside so I don't wake up Haruki."

Chifuyu smiled at you, angling his body to the side. " Okay then. I'll be in the kitchen."

You nodded as he walked off. With a deep breath you opened the apartment door, stepping out immediately.

Your rash footsteps practically forced Ran to back up from the door with haste. Your presence being forced in front of him as he realized he was not coming into your home space.

It was quiet, your eyes darting around the empty hall before falling on the taller male.

" Haitani."

Next Part ; Part 5

Wc ; 9,070

Tags ;

@ratmudpie @slutaholic69 @chervyssweets @stfupukio233 @sanzusmom @yourblackiequeen @bontensbabygirl @kira-rrh @strawberriespiesblog @yungluv-com @night-shadowblood-writes2 @bewbingz @goldeneagles-posts @trwta @reiners-milkbiddies @strawberrychrome @dissimulaticn @httpsaaerii @secretanimesimp @lvrlamp @kayjayxx @riwliane @syuriaf @forevernae @thedondiva45 @ginapestol @cellzzz @fortheloveofiwaizumi

@sanzusfavorite

---