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A Little Push

Pairing: Rindou x Reader

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: Strong language, slight suggestiveness, Ran being a menace to Rindou

Synopsis: It’s obvious to Ran that you and his younger sibling have feelings for each other, so he decides to invite you over for a movie night. However, he has other plans for the two of you besides watching a movie...

A/N: Here’s a little fluff with our shy cutie rin rin <333 Enjoy!

“Would you two cut it out, I’m trying to watch the movie!” You whine, pausing the tv as you shoot a glare towards the two brothers who were currently tangled with one another on the floor, blatantly trying to strangle one another. Ran had invited you to come over for a movie night with him and Rindou, thinking it was a good idea to get together and hang out for the weekend. You immediately agreed, since it had been a while since the three of you had spent time with each other due to the oddly high demand of time from their jobs. But more importantly, you saw it as a chance to spend time with Rindou. “What’s wrong rin rin, having trouble~?” the older haitani teased, easily pinning Rindou into a chokehold with a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. “Fuck off!” the younger hataini grunts, despite being in the unfavorable position he was forced in. “Hmmm, and here I thought you were better than this. Are you really planning on losing to your big brother in front of a girl?” However, the older haitani had a way of meddling with his brother most of the time, while you were the peacemaker for the two. So it wasn’t a surprise when he got in the way of you trying to spend time with his younger brother. “Before you two go back to killing each other,” you sigh exasperatedly, fishing out your phone, “could one of you guys tell me the wifi password? I need to check on Teddy” “Check on who?” Rindou pipes up. “She’s talking about her boyfriend~,” Ran coos, harshly ruffling Rindou’s purple and blue locks. “Can it, Haitani,” you glare at the lanky male, before shooting a soft expression towards Rindou’s questioning stare. “I’m talking about my dog.” The flush in Rindou’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by the older sibling, so he takes it upon himself to tease his poor brother a little more. “Oh? Rin, who did you think she was talking about?” Rindou groans, struggling to wriggle out of his brother’s hold, as he fights the warmth that continues to grow on his face. “S-shut up!” “By the way, you needed the password y/n?” Ran asks, throwing a nonchalant smile your way. “Yeah if you don’t mind?” you asked, offering your phone over to the purple-haired male. He shakes his head in decline, “no need for me to put it in, it’s pretty easy,” he smiles slyly, casting a mischievous glance to his wide-eyed brother. “Ran don’t you fucking-” “It’s y/n Haitani.” You froze, returning a questioning stare towards a mortified Rindou who was left on the floor, while his brother dashes off upstairs, leaving the both of you alone. “I-um, I-I can explain! I just..well-,” you couldn’t help the goofy smile that spread across your slightly lit face as you watched your childhood crush struggle to explain himself. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were glad Ran was such a cheeky bastard to his brother. Shaking your head you make your way over and knelt down in front of the rambling younger brother, who was too caught up in his explanation to even recognize your presence. How cute. Without a second thought, you cup his face with both hands, and quickly silenced him with a gentle kiss, slowly molding your lips with his own. For a moment, you didn’t feel him return the kiss and slowly pulled away, only to be forcefully pulled back. Rindou snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he cradles your neck, once again bringing your soft lips to meet his own. He licks the bottom of your lip, silently asking for entrance, and you oblige, allowing him to deepen the kiss further and letting him explore your mouth that he had craved for years to taste. Unfortunately, due to the lack of oxygen, you're forced to end the small makeout session as you gently squeeze Rindou’s shoulder, signaling him to let you breathe. He pulls back, slightly nibbling on the bottom of your lip before letting you go to admire your flushed features and your bruised lips as you take the opportunity to catch your breath. He brings a finger under your chin, and turns your gaze back up to him. “I love you Rindou Haitani, “ you confess, slightly breathless from his soft gaze. Returning your smile he says, “And I love you too, f/n l/n.”

Meanwhile: 

“So, how did your little plan go?” yawned Kakucho from the other end of the call, “did your attempt to play cupid work?” he asks. “You act as if I’m not doing him a favor,” Ran feigns offense, “besides I don’t want my brother to die alone~that’s too cruel.” “I can see why Rindou hates you.” Kakucho bluntly states. “Excuse me,” Ran gasps, almost taking what his fellow co-worker said to heart, despite it being the truth. “Don’t be so cranky just because you don’t have a love life. I should set you up with someone too~,” Ran muses at his tired friend. “I’ll shoot you if you do.” Kakucho groans. “Your loss, buddy,” Ran retorts, “But if you must know, it didn’t take long for those two to confess,” he smirks, “by the time I went to go check on them, they were already suckin’ each other’s faces off,” he cackles, smiling proudly to himself at the “good deed” he did for his brother. It was no secret to him that you and Rindou were crushing on each other. He always teased Rindou, and kept urging him to make a move on you, but Rindou was stubborn and, in his book, too much of a pussy to admit he had feelings for you. So, if his little brother couldn’t do it, he’d do it for him. And lo and behold, his plan had successfully exceeded his own expectations. Little does Rindou know, this won’t be the last of Ran’s plots. After all, it’s his job as the older brother to give his younger sibling the little push he needs, whether he likes it or not.

LOVE ME THE WAY YOU DID BEFORE — chapter one ; ran haitani x reader.

there are so many things that ran haitani could do, but can one of them take him back to you?

+ tags. romance, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, hurt no comfort, bonten executive!reader, explicit sexual content, marital issues, unresolved issues, misogyny, death, neglect, canon-typical violence, crimes and criminals, drugs, smoking, drinking, illegal activities, 18+

+ chapter tags. use of profanities, mentions of killings and drugs, misogynistic remarks, gun violence, explicit sexual content, undertones of dumbification, unprotected sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, overstimulation.

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“Won’t you eat a proper breakfast?”

Your eyes immediately bore to that person who spoke as if you’re drilling holes in his skull—staring at him with your piercing look. You click your tongue, settling the cup of coffee on the table, “Why do you care?”

“We have a long day ahead of us and that's all you’re going to put on your damn body?”

You looked at Mikey with that look that says ‘did you just pair me up with this motherfucker in today’s agenda?’ which he responded with his usual dull look.

“Mikey!” you exclaimed causing for the other Bonten executive’s to jump a bit, “I would rather go with Sanzu-”

“You would rather?” Sanzu butts in, “Woman, you’re lucky to be paired with me. I’m fun to be with at work or are you forgetting those missions you had with me?”

You rolled your eyes. Yeah, right. You know what’s fun for Sanzu, it’s popping pills while killing people and gutting ‘em off. But you can’t deny that it’s a bit fun to be with Sanzu when you’re at work, or it’s just a casual hangout. Neverminding about what Kakucho said, that Bonten doesn’t need another Sanzu.

You scoffed at that, you’re still sane compared to Haruchiyo but you know you have got to stop doing drugs with him or maybe what Kakucho said would come true.

“That’s final.” Mikey announced, “Any other concerns besides the Haitani’s?”

“I’m not-” you groaned, cutting yourself off causing for the other men around the table to snicker except that motherfucker and Mikey of course.

You know even though Mikey’s not laughing and shit, he purposely said that just to piss you off or maybe it’s his annoying way of joking around with you. You rolled your eyes, getting that revolver from your gun leg holster to point it at Ran.

“You.” you raised your eyebrow, “Don’t fucking piss me off today.”

The other executives didn't do anything but shook their heads in disbelief, thinking that they’ll be stuck in between again. But come on, they’re used to you and Ran bantering like little kids. They have to listen to you two engage in nonsense fights every time you meet, so they don’t bother intervening in your petty bickering.

“Me?” Ran let out a cocky smile and leaned on the swivel chair too comfortably, “You’re the one who keeps on pissing me off. You don't even listen to simple commands and put everything to shit.”

Oh.

That’s too far, right? You should just pull the trigger right there and maybe shoot him in the head or maybe his fucking mouth because he’s too sharped-tongue. You wanted to laugh because he’ll just blame everything on you every chance he gets, huh?

It’s not like you don’t get it, he doesn’t have to shove it right in your face and make you feel like you always fail.

Too fucking far, Haitani.

“That's enough.” Kokonoi intervened when he noticed the change in your expression. He held your wrist and lowered the gun down. “You two are wasting time with this instead of working.”

You know Ran just hit the bullseye. He hit you right in the gut, you folded easily it’s as though you’re punched in the stomach.

Did he really have to say that? Does he really accuse you for everything?

But can you really blame him? You act all tough but no matter what you do or how you put it, you know it was your fault.

…

“This is it?” you asked Ran once you got out of his Bentley, the people around turning their heads to the both of you. This place is a shithole, you can see the thugs around, criminals—well, you and Ran were no different. You two are just hiding behind your luxurious stuff—beneath this millions of worth of car, suits and fancy dress—you’re criminals just like them.

“Yeah.” Ran answered, turning his head to you and not long, he saw this one old geezer walking towards your direction. He didn't need to do anything, as you would say, you can do things by yourself.

You're an independent woman, you. That’s one of the things that made Ran fall for you.

He just sighed, leaning on his car with his arms crossed as he watched the scene before him.

“What’s a fine young lady doing in a place like- woah! Calm down, missy.” before he could even finish, you were pointing your gun on his neck. Pushing the muzzle a bit deep on the carotid pulse, making his body tense.

Your finger was on the trigger, one pull and this shit would be gone. You’re not one to hesitate, you’ve been doing this for years. What’s one old disgusting geezer, right?

“Hm.” you hummed, looking at your pretty nails that you just got done yesterday, “You see I’m not here to waste my bullet on your fucking head but you know, I enjoy the occasional spontaneity.”

Ran rolled his eyes with your unnecessary speech, “Just do what you have to do. You don't have to drag it this long.”

“Fuck you, Haitani. I just told you not to piss me off today.” you glared at him for a bit and once again turned your attention to the one you’re pointing your gun to, “But I don’t want your filthy blood all over me so I’m going to let you off, hm?”

You flashed a sweet smile, removing your gun slowly. “Thank you-”

He screamed in anguish once you pulled the trigger and shot his foot, “On second thought, you disgust me. Come on, Ran.”

You nonchalantly said and entered the old bar first. Ran clicked his tongue and pulled his wallet out of his suit pocket to get some bills before following you, he then turned to that old man and tossed the bills on the ground, “You should get that checked out.”

Ran caught up with you, he leaned his mouth on your ear. That familiar shiver jolts to your spine and escalates all through out your body when you feel his warm breathe on your skin, “Did you have to shoot his fucking feet?”

“It’s fun.” you said, ignoring that feeling and giving him dull stare, “I should've brought Haruchiyo instead, he’d give me a high five.”

“Just focus on what we’re here for.” he hissed, his eyes wandered around the old bar, he certainly didn't like the way that the men in here were eyeing you—some of them were whistling when you walked in, looking at you up and down; it’s as if they're undressing you with their eyes and it’s pissing him off.

So he did what he was used to doing, wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You certainly didn't expect the sudden touching, your heart was trembling inside your chest, as if there’s some kind of earthquake going on inside.

You hated the fact that you could still smell that familiar perfume that he was wearing, it gives you some mixed emotion—of course, you gave that to him on your anniversary.

He’s still wearing it. This gives you flashbacks. You feel like you’re going to falter and break down. Him being close to you makes you lose your mind.

Too many questions run on the back of your mind; questions like, why is he doing this? Why does he have to complicate your feelings?

You have been through hell and managed to pick yourself up from that heart-rending incident and it will completely destroy you if you go back to square one. You know it will, and you don’t know if you can manage saving yourself again.

Still, you composed yourself. You didn't want to seem like you're losing your mind when in fact, you are. You gave him a disgusted look and pulled away from him a bit but he’s got a tight hold on your waist, “What’s with the touching?”

“Habits.” he simply said before begrudgingly let go of you once you both reached the bar, before the bartender could even speak, Ran took the liberty of doing it first. “We’re not here for chitchat. Ichiro Hashimoto.”

The bartender continued on wiping the bar or what shit he can do to ignore the two of you. Maybe it’s a good thing that you brought Ran because you and Sanzu would wreak havoc in here. His eyebrow raised, lavender irises staring straight at the bartender as he clicked his tongue. “I know you know him.”

“I don’t know who are you pertaining to-”

Ran placed his gun above the counter and gave the bartender a taunting smile while you watched with your bored expression. You don't even know why Mikey did have to pair you up with your ex-husband. Ran could clearly do this all by himself and you hated to admit it, he looks so hot doing it.

“I bet you know who I’m talking about now, do you?”

“Oh god, this is boring.” you rolled your eyes as you tapped your worth of thousands of dollar heels on the floor. “Just tell us where Hashimoto is and maybe we’ll spare your life.”

“Spare my life?” the bartender chuckled and flashed you a condescending smile, “I would understand if that came from this gentleman right here. Can you even handle a gun, little lady?”

“Oh my god, you’re an annoying misogynistic fuck, no?” you chuckled, “Did you not hear the gunshot outside?”

He just shook his head as he laughed and that made your blood boil. It’s irritating, how these male chauvinists treat you like you’re some kind of a weakling. You’re about to pull the gun out of your thigh holster when Ran stops you and gives you ‘that’ look.

It’s just amazing that it has been a year or two since you divorced but he still has this kind of effect on you. Though, it annoys you as well. You’re supposed to be moving on, not falling in deeper.

But how could you do that? When has he been with you ever since? From ruling Roppongi—you, Ran and Rindou—to joining gangs and doing illegal shits. You have been with him ever since you were still a bit unaware of some things. Your whole life revolved around him.

You know every bit of him. You know what he likes and doesn't, what makes him smile, what makes him wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face on your neck and whisper saccharine words in your ear. Even the things that make him cry, you know all of it.

For fuck’s sake, you married him. You were supposed to build a whole ass life with him, it didn’t matter if you were in deep bad shit as long as you’re together.

You were each other’s everything until you weren’t anymore.

“Listen.” you were back to reality from reminiscing what you two used to be when you heard his voice. “I’m being fucking nice here. If you don't want me to drag you out of this shitty old place and bash your face in then tell me where the fuck is Hashimoto.”

Bonten has been bugging this man for weeks about the whereabouts of Ichiro Hashimoto—the traitor who sold one of Bonten’s drug den to the detectives who were on your case. Bonten bribed him, followed him, beat him even—though, you can’t really kill him since he’s your only lead.

You were tipped off that this man knows the hideout of Ichiro and that they’ve been in contact. At first, you only sent members but he’s not breaking—that’s where you—the executives come in.

But, imagine how pissed Sanzu is? Maybe that’s why Mikey sent you and Ran instead. Who knows what goddamn mayhem Sanzu would cause here.

“I don't fucking know. So, get out of my bar-”

The man stopped talking when you shot the ceiling, causing other people to flinch and look your way—you gave the bartender a wide smile, “Oh, sweetie. If you fucking play dumb again, the next bullet would be on your fucking head. So, you choose, hm?”

“What’s it going to be?” Ran raised his eyebrow along with a cocky smirk tugging on his lips as he placed his arm around your shoulders subconsciously, both of you grinning arrogantly at the man.

“I’m not going to tell you-”

You shot the bottle behind him, grazing his ear. “Fuck! Damn it! I’ll talk!”

Ran heard you giggle, and that’s when you both turned your heads to look at each other.

Yeah, it’ll be a lie if Ran said that he didn’t feel anything when your lips curved in an upward manner and winked at him.

…

“Hashimoto escaped our men.” Ran announced as soon as he dropped the call, he sighed as he stopped the car when the traffic light turned red. He turned to you when he noticed that you aren't saying anything, usually, you’ll lose your mind and annoy him to catch Hashimoto by yourselves—he saw that you were looking out the window, he followed your line of sight and saw that you were looking at that one shop.

Suddenly, there’s a familiar throe in his chest. He saw your fists, enclosed in a tight ball. He wanted to touch you and tell you that he’s there—that you didn’t need to be alone in what you feel but he guessed he should’ve done that two years ago.

Then, maybe he wouldn’t have lost you.

Ran wanted to pull you in his arms but the turmoil—all the pain was coming back to him. It hit him all at once that he felt like he couldn't get up, it felt like he was back in the pit that he put himself in years ago. Looking at you at this moment, it seems as though he saw the old you. The calm and serene one.

“That’s cute.” you mumbled, the tears were silent as it fell from the corner of your eyes, you chuckled and wiped your tears, pointing at the cute infant clothes that were displayed on the window, “That’s cute, right… Ran? That one.”

“Hm.” he responded, he felt like choking on his own saliva. His eyes were stinging and soon enough there’ll be tears falling from his own eyes. What’s the point of all this? What’s the point of reminiscing about things that you both failed to have? That you both have failed to protect?

You didn’t say anything any further until you both arrived at Bonten’s headquarters, slamming Ran’s car door as soon as you got out of his car, making him groan. “We should have went there by ourselves, you know our men it’s kind of dumb assholes.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll kill Hashimoto as soon as you see him?” Ran argued as he followed you, the click clacking of your heels was heard echoing all throughout Bonten’s HQ.

“Because that’s how it should be, you know what we do to traitors, right? Come on, Haitani. You’re an executive.”

“You think I don’t know that? What I’m saying is you’re reckless… I'm responsible here for sending our men to catch Hashimoto. I won’t let you shoot our crucial lead in the fucking head just because you’re pissed off. You’re being irrational, doing stupid unnecessary shits-”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed, not pleased with what he's saying to you, “You think I’m being stupid?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” he said a bit loud, maybe enough for the other executives to know that you both have arrived at the headquarters, “I’m saying your actions are stupid, don’t put words in my mouth!”

You huffed, crossing your arms as you looked at him with your eyebrows raised. None of you were looking away, determined to eye each other with such hate in your eyes.

Or maybe that’s what you’re just trying to reflect.

“Stop staring at me, asshole.”

“You stop.” You were glaring at him with such a burning gaze, if your looks could ignite fire—Ran surely is burned to the ground. “I fucking hate you.”

The rage was pumping on your veins. Looking at Ran was pissing you off, especially with those lavender eyes staring at you with such taunt, eyeing your facial features—his eyes seemed to be glued at your lips at the moment.

“I hate you too.” he answered, licking the insides of his cheek, eyes wandering down from your lips to your neck, to your collarbones—well, you’re not naïve, you’re not so blind that you can’t see where his eyes are going.

You hate it, how fiery his irises are; the intensity that he’s giving you, it feels like your legs are trembling and you’ll fall into his trap.

Well, fuck. It works.

His provocative looks are driving you to insanity. It makes you so mad that you wanted to just bite him down— “Fuck you, Ran. Take your clothes off.”

He wasn't surprised when you tug on his tie, pressing yourself and your lips to his as you turn the knob and push him inside the office while kissing him hungrily. In fact, he has a sly smirk on while you suck each other’s faces off. If you ask him, he will honestly tell you that he didn't expect for this to happen.

But it’s not so bad where it’s going, right?

His large hands cups your ass, you jump a bit in order for Ran to carry you and press your back to the door while your legs are wrapped around his hips, a moan escapes your lips as you feel his hard crotch grinding against yours.

How he longed to hear that sweet moan of yours, how he missed taking all over you—trapping you in him that you won't be able to think straight—and all that’s in your head was him.

“R-ran.” you gripped his shoulder, his kisses went down to your neck. Sucking the flesh of your skin into his mouth so sensually, “F-fuck- ah you! Don’t put a mark on me, asshole.”

“Shut the fuck up.” he groaned on your neck, and you don't have any clue as to why you were even more turned on when he just told you that.

It didn't enter your mind that you shouldn't be doing this with Ran, your ex-husband for heaven’s sake. It’s as if the thoughts you have about avoiding him—by not letting yourself get hurt again was thrown out the window.

But fuck it, you haven't been laid ever since Ran and much to your dismay, you get to fuck someone again—you just didn't expect that the last person you had sex with will be the first one after two years.

His hands were gripping your ass, lifting your dress up to your hips, revealing your underwear that makes him lose his mind, it just looks hot on you—you look hot to him in everything anyway, “Fuck, you know I love this one.”

You didn't plan any of this, I swear.

“Mhmm- ah.” his fingers slipped in your dripping cunt, his cock was aching inside his pants—longing to be inside your tight wet pussy that deliciously clamps on his big fat cock. “Ran-”

“Missed your pretty pussy.” he whispered in your ears, the sensation jolting through your veins as if your body was awaken from a long deep slumber, the whimpering uncontrollably rolls out of your mouth when he entered his fingers inside your gaping hole, his thumb pressing onto your clit. “Mhm- missed fucking this cunt.”

“F-fuck- please…” you whimpered, your swollen little cunny aching to be fucked stupid by his dick. His hands moved at a pace that had you gripping on his suit. Every word, whimper—even the small curl your lips make has his dick growing inside his pants.

He lets out a throaty chuckle, “You’re still needy, huh?”

His fingers moved in a fast unrelenting pace, it’s just how you remember it, his hands were more than enough to make you dumb and satiated, creaming on him like his good little bitch. “Ran- just… f-fuck—hah!”

“Suck.” he ordered, shoving his fingers in your mouth coated with your juices, “Fuck, that’s it.”

You look helpless, pinned on the door with Ran’s body towering over you and that’s exactly what he wants—God knows how much this man longed for you, hoping every single day for the past two years to be close to you.

To hold you again, to kiss your pretty lips, to make you go crazy for him. His lips were once again above yours, kissing you a bit more softly compared to earlier, all the while moving to the desk to settle you down.

You're getting drowned on how deep his kisses were, your heart and mind was in complete chaos; debating whether to pull away before you find yourself getting numb and defenseless—however, it’s Ran.

It’s the man who you loved with your whole heart and probably continue to do so even if you’re not together.

It didn’t matter anyway, now that you’re above the desk—legs wide open as your tits bounces freely along with the movements because of Ran’s hard unsympathetic thrusts in and out of your swollen pussy. “Fuck—baby, you’re so tight.”

Shaky moans slipped out of your mouth as he plunges his dick inside you, balls deep as he hits all the right spots that make you go out of control, “Nggh—R-ran, harder! Please, ah!”

Ran was utterly satisfied, you can sense the unmatched domineering attitude radiate out of him as if he was releasing it out of his body to show who’s in control. “Harder, yeah? My doll wants it harder, hm?”

He held your leg up, placing it on his shoulder and angled himself, ramming his cock into your cunny harder and faster. So hard that the desk was moving along with Ran’s ruthless plowing, you were gripping onto what object you can hold on to as you chant his name, enough for the other executives to hear that you’re getting fucked into oblivion.

It feels so good; the length of his cock rubbing against your walls, your pussy getting stretched and filled out by his overwhelming girth. Your throat was high and dry, your body was convulsing as Ran continued on drilling your overstimulated cunt, seeping out juices for the second time today.

“Ran!” you cried out, “Fuck, fuck!”

His groans turned into long moans, dragging on his throat as he forced his dick inside your pussy while his thick hot cum was oozing out of his cock, all you did was to take it. Not thinking about anything at all.

Yet, slowly, you realize that you’ve let your guard down. You opened the gate and left it unguarded, despair was painted all over your face once you’ve come down from your high. But you know, it didn’t matter that you were defenseless, you weren’t thinking about yourself much anyway at this point.

Because in the first place, Ran was always your priority. He always comes first, even before yourself. Maybe that’s why you had a hard time saving yourself.

Or did you? Did you even save yourself already or you just make yourself believe that you’re doing alright?

Ran pulled out of you, he leaned his face close to you—the moment that he saw tears falling from your eyes—adrenaline rushed through his veins, his heart was pounding and if possible, it was cracking bit by bit when he saw the look in your eyes, “Baby… d-did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

You didn’t. I did. I hurt you.

“Ran.” you cried, face buried at the palm of your hands as you sobbed as hard as you could. Loud cries filled the four corners of the room, emotion of despair and longing prancing around the air. “I- I can’t… this shouldn’t have happened.”

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, “I’m really sorry- it’s all my fault. I- I don’t want to do this.”

Ran watched as you fixed yourself, not even sparing him a single glance as you walked out of the office as if nothing happened between the two of you. You can’t even look at him because once you do, you know you’ll be in his arms again without even batting an eyelash.

And that’s what you’re avoiding at all cost, it’s a strange thing—your job is precarious, unpredictable because you have no clue whether it is your last or not—but none of that scares you. None of the bullets compare to the fear of seeing Ran Haitani crumble and lose himself again because of you.

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How Long? - PT 4

It's been a long time but part 4 is done.

Warning! Ran's losing it, choking, mentions of death, threating and abusive behavior, both sides are losing their resolve and composure, manipulative, gaslighting - this one was a little tough to write.

The Poisoned Woman

You swallowed hard and held your robe tighter. “Mikey I don’t feel right about this…” The uncertainty in your voice made him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. “You fucked him, right?” His tone was low and it made the hair on the back of your neck standup. The guilt was eating away at you, the emotions were real, the reaction was real, the tears were real, but the 'i love you' wasn't…right? 

“Y-Yeah but he wants me to come back to Tokyo.” You say in a whisper. “I really don't-” You began but Mikey cut you off with an order. “Do it.” Were his last words before he ended the call. A knot started forming in your throat, to see them again after three years and to come back as if nothing happened? You were more afraid to see Rindou than anyone else, you were almost certain he hated you for how you wrecked his brother and faked your death. Though he has no right to judge you, he covered his brother's ass through his infidelity. The only person who held Ran responsible for his actions was Mikey. 

Stepping back into the kitchen you wiped the tears that were on the verge of spilling, trying your best to just keep calm. Setting your phone on the counter, you stared off into space - playing his words over and over again. Deception was never your strong suit, you regretted saying you wanted revenge - you should have just disappeared from everyone's life. Sitting in silence for what felt like hours, the clock on the wall ticked louder and louder - each tick echoed in your ear and made your fingers twitch. Thinking about Mikey’s order had your stomach in turmoil. 

Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tick-tick… 

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Ran shift on the bed - he was getting up to check on you. Quickly you darted to the fridge and pretended to rummage through it. Long slender arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in and Ran buried his face in your neck - breathing in your scent as if it was his lifeline. “Can’t decide on what to eat, my love?” There it was, the pang in your chest from hearing that title roll off his tongue. The shakiness in your breathing made him pause, he felt your body tense up - almost as if you were scared. “Ran, I can’t go back to Tokyo…” He began to riddle your skin with kisses, speaking between each kiss and roaming his arms along your waist. “Come with me, we can spend a few weeks at home - I want to keep showing you how much I missed you. And you’ll get to see everyone again - they missed you too.” Would they act like nothing happened? Would they treat you differently? How could you trust them when they lied to you and covered up Ran’s fuck up? 

Aside from the admins and executives, you were also concerned about seeing Mikey. You parted ways not long after that night, there was so much more that you weren't ready for. “Ran, I'm not going back.” You said in a more serious tone. Strong arms spun you around to face him, his eyes were glossy and had tears brimming on his lash line. “Why not?” You hear the heartbreak in his voice. “This was a mistake, Ran. I shouldn’t have…” Your words cut him deep, he spent the night making love to you and making you moan his name over and over again, how could you deny him now? This was for the best, you couldn't go through with Mikey's plan - as much as you resented Ran for what he did to you, your heart wouldn't allow you to hurt him. You weren’t like him, you weren’t like Mikey - you just wanted to fade away. “No…” Ran shook his head and pulled you in to feel his heartbeat. It was pounding and you thought his chest was going to burst. “I can't let you go again.” He was almost pleading, it was tearing you apart and you were faltering. The one thing Mikey was preparing you for, Don't… You think to yourself as you try to push him away. As much as you wanted to tell him the truth, you couldn't, Ran already sees Mikey in a different light. If you were to tell him what happened between you two - you were sure he'd lose his shit. 

“Is there someone else?” Ran hit the nail on the head. Your eyes widened a bit, almost giving away your reaction. Just as you were about to speak, your phone rang. He didn’t let you go, he kept you rooted in place - “Do you love someone else?” His question made the tears begin to well in your eyes, he has no right to ask you or judge you. “Please…Ran, I'm begging you…don't make me go back there.” The shakiness in your voice made him cup your face with both hands. “What are you afraid of, hmm? No one will dare to lay a finger on you.” No, you were sure that the other executives would grill you for answers. That, and you were sure Mikey would do everything he could to torture Ran. As much as Mikey was a King to Bonten, he was also devoted to you. Though he knew Ran would forever hold a place in your heart, he refused to let you fall. 

The phone kept ringing and ringing, Ran was getting fed up with it. He snatched the phone from the counter and read the caller ID, it was a male's name and his eyes darted towards you - without hesitation he answered your phone. “Ran, what the hell are you doing?” You say as you try to take your phone back. Unfortunately, that's the one thing that Ran always had an advantage of, his fucking height. “Who is this?” Ran's tone was threatening and he was already preparing to remove the obstacle in his way. “Hello? Who is this? Where is (Y/N)?” The other person responded with a worried tone. You recognized the voice, it was your landlord from the Cafe. He was calling to check on you as the cafe was closed without notice and he was worried something happened. Kicking Ran behind his knee made him yell and kneel, you snatched your phone away from him quickly. “Hello? …sorry about that. Hmm, yes I'm ok.” You tried to sound as apologetic as possible so that your landlord didn't come rushing to your home. Between some back and forth, you were able to calm the older man down, he treated you like a daughter and worried for you like a father. “Pops, actually I do need a favor. I need to head back to Tokyo for a few weeks to take care of some private matters. Can you watch the café for me?” Hearing you say those words almost made Ran sigh in relief. You were heading back only to set things straight with Mikey and Ran. It was time for them both to let you go. 

After ending the call, Ran questioned you - he wanted to know who that was on the other end and if that was the person who was in his way. “Is that him?” He asked while still kneeling on the floor, for someone so small, you sure knew how to hit him where it hurts. “No, he’s the landlord of the cafe - he was worried when he stopped by and the cafe was closed. He’s a good man, loving and caring of his wife and kids…” That felt like a jab at him, Ran knew he was far from perfect but for you to remind him again made him grit his teeth. The silence was deafening, neither of you knew what to say to each other, it was as if all his efforts went down the drain. He thought you were going to bend to his will after taking you between the sheets and honey coating his words, but here you were keeping your feet firmly planted on the ground. As charismatic as he was he was no longer able to make you waiver. It would have worked with another unsuspecting woman, but you knew better. 

Then it hit him, you mentioned to your landlord that you were going to Tokyo. “So you are coming back with me?” You pinched the bridge of your nose and regretted saying that out loud, you didn’t want to give Ran false hope. “Only for a few weeks, I need to straighten things out with Mikey.” Since when did you become so chummy with him? Why did Mikey save you in the first place? What did you mean to him and what did he mean to you? These questions were burning in the back of Ran’s mind. He didn’t press the issue any further, he wanted to see both your body languages when you meet in person, there was something gnawing at him about this whole situation. Something didn’t make sense. 

“We still haven’t eaten anything…” Ran broke the silence with a small smile on his face, he didn’t want to give away any suspicion or else you may not return to Tokyo. You began to take out a few things from the fridge, preparing sandwiches like the day you did with Mikey. You also brewed some coffee - just the way he liked it. You never forgot. It was the first meal of the day for you both and everything tasted like heaven. 

“This is what you serve at the cafe? It’s great, imagine if you opened a place in Tokyo or even Roppongi? You’d be busy everyday.” The compliment felt like a double jab, praising you and telling you to come home. You smiled while looking down at the cup of coffee in your hands. The memories flooded back to you of all the times you spent experimenting in Mikey’s kitchen. The faces he would make when something tastes horrible and when he encouraged you to keep at it. There was a glint of longing in your eyes that looked like stars in Ran’s eyes. “So, how did you end up here and what made you want to open a cafe?” His question snatched you from your memories. The light faded from your eyes when you realized where you were and who was in front of you. “I had so much time on my hands and ended up experimenting with stuff in the kitchen. It was the only way to keep me distracted and from thinking of you.” That last bit stung, recalling when you relapsed and Mikey had to dive into the deep end with you to save you. As much as you denied that there was someone else in your life, Mikey was there for you. Though the moments spent with Mikey were a blessing they left a bitter taste in your mouth - Ran left a bitter taste in your mouth. “Besides…he didn’t didn’t seem to mind being my guinea pig.” You chuckled and clutched your coffee cup, the smile on your face felt another slap to the face.

 “Who-” Ran’s phone began to ring, it was Rindou. Ran hadn't checked in with anyone else, he was worried about his elder brother. “You should pick up, your brother must be worried about you. He probably thinks I killed you or something. You can go talk in the living room while I clean up.” You say as you begin to clear the table. Ran stayed silent as he took his phone to the living room. When he left the kitchen, you doubled over and kneeled on the floor - what the hell were you doing? Why think of someone else when he’s here? You had no idea what you were doing. You wanted for him to give you a valid reason to move forward with Mikey’s plan - despite what your heart was saying. It was getting harder and harder to stay on track, despite the love making and kisses - it just wasn’t the same. Forgiving him was not an option. 

In the distance you could hear him talk to Rindou but the tone of voice made a knot in your stomach. The words that passed through your ear canal made you nauseous… 'She’s in the palm of my hands and coming home with me. Of course she's still in love with me.’ You only agreed to come back to Tokyo to fix things properly but it did not mean you were his forever. A small chuckle could be heard coming from the living room, Ran was really telling Rindou that you were his and coming home. The more he talked, the more and more he sounded like the Ran you left three years ago. He hasn't changed, there was no way for him to love someone other than himself. That egotistical son of bitch was reminding you of why you relapsed. That laugh sounded exactly like that night. Fool… He wants to play with fire, then you'll let him burn.

When you finished cleaning up, you met Ran in your bedroom - he was sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for you to come and sit on his lap, just like before. Only this time you grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, you needed to scrub off his scent from your body before meeting Mikey. “Get some sleep, I’m gonna stay up for a bit longer...” There was vitriol on the tip of your tongue, now why did it sound so familiar to Ran? Oh right, that’s exactly what he would tell you when he wasn’t planning on sleeping in the same bed. You made up your mind, it needed to end, living a life with Ran was just not possible anymore. Not when you were thinking of him. If there was one thing you should have known better was Ran’s persistence and sharpness. The moment you turned away from him, you could hear the bed creak and heavy footsteps behind you. You stepped on the devil’s tail. He spun you around so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash. “You think I don’t know what those words mean?” There was anger behind his question. His eyes almost glowed red, he was spilling his heart out for you and you were spitting in his face. The vice grip he had on your arms was beginning to hurt. “Get your fucking hands off of me!” He was taken back by how your demeanor changed, just a minute ago you were fragile and docile, smiling at a cup of coffee and the next you were…him. 

You were met with his hands wrapped around your throat and your body was pinned against the wall. “Why won’t you just let me love you? Hm? Why?” Ran raised his voice as he began to lose his composure. “I’m trying, I am fucking trying (Y/N)!” Seeing him like this only further accelerated the resentment blossoming in your heart. You were desperately trying to escape, the many morbid thoughts began to cross your mind as you were being lifted from the floor by your neck.

Slowly your oxygen was running out and he was not loosening his grip. Your nails were digging into his arms and broke the skin trying to pry him off but it only made him squeeze tighter. It never crossed your mind that Ran would physically hurt you, he never let his temper get the best of him but this was different. He was desperate, why? “You belong to me sweetheart, no one else can have you…not that landlord, not anyone on this island, no one. Do you understand me?” He was almost enjoying the position you were in. Nothing he was saying was making sense, where did he get the idea that you were fucking the landlord, especially after you told him that he was like family? Was Ran Haitani snapping?

The devil was real and he was standing right in front of you. Call it the lack of oxygen or the panic that was swallowing you whole…but he was real. The rage he felt was radiating off of him like a poisonous gas. Not only was he crushing your throat, but he was even making the air around you thick and unbearable. He’s going to kill me…Mikey…help me. He was the last thing you could think of as everything went black.

The tears that fell from your lashes caught his attention as the light was fading from your eyes and your hands dropped to your sides. He could see you slipping and it made him come crashing back down to reality, he immediately released your throat and you collapsed to the floor. “Baby…I'm sorry-I…” Ran began to say and knelt before you, the moment he reached to cup your cheek there was no reaction or reflex. You passed out on the floor, he thought he was going to lose it. There was no going back - he just tried to kill you. The low shallow breathing could be heard in the silent room, he shook your shoulder to try and wake you up but you remained still. Ran's hands began to tremble, was it from anger or fear? 

Turning your body over, he picked you up off the floor and gently placed you in bed. You were still alive but he might as well have killed you then and there. Would you now fear and resent him, would you change your mind about going back to Tokyo? Should he pay to have a private aircraft to transport you back into Tokyo while you're unconscious? There would be no way he'd have the time to get that together by the time you'd regain consciousness. It would take 10 hours to reach the south end of the island by car - he was beginning to overthink everything. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He kept repeating it over and over, it was as if he was reassuring himself instead of you. The longer you laid on unconscious, the more Ran's hands trembled. The qualm that snaked its way through his mind was making him lose his composure. Who would have known that he would place the noose around your neck yet again… 

*a few hours later*

Soft sunlight bled through your windows as you felt the warmth of the sun on your face. Slowly your eyes opened and struggled to focus - everything was blurry. You groaned softly and rubbed your eyes, the swelling of your eyelids caught your attention and you pause. Soon the memories come flooding back as you turn your head to the right and see the devil sleeping without a care in the world. Last night…he- The thoughts in your head were interrupted as Ran jolted up from his sleep when he felt you shift from the bed. Gasping and flinching, you backaway and grab the nearest object to use as a weapon. It pained him to see you like this - the purple marks around your neck stared back at him. There was a clear indicator that you lost all faith in him. “Baby…” He spoke, his voice cracked and he began to slowly crawl closer to the edge of the bed. 

“Don’t…don’t fucking come near me Ran.” The venom on your tongue made him clutch his chest. He remained still and didn’t move an inch - all his effort went down the drain in an instant. “Get out.” You said while looking him dead in the eye. Ran opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of a vehicle pulling up in front of your home. You dared not to take your eyes off of him, if you did - he’d take the opportunity to disarm you. His eyes narrowed, darkness began to cloud his handsome features. The devil is beginning to stir.

“Expecting someone?” Ran said with a low tone, it made a shiver run down your spine. “Fuck you.” You spat and immediately regretted your choice of words. Ran was now face to face with you, he didn’t even mind that the object penetrated his skin and drew blood. “Say that again…I dare you…” He's starting to crack. As much as you didn't want to look away, your eyes darted towards the window and through the sheer curtains you could see him. The landlord of the Cafe was in front of your house, worry ran through the wrinkles in his face as he approached your front door. "He's coming over for something more than a well-being check, isn't he?" It made you sick how Ran was making up these things about you. 

The person who was falling apart for you yesterday at your café was gone. This is Ran's true nature - a perfect liar and a perfect heartbreaker. You were being overdosed with a mixture of poison, hatred, resentment. Poison for allowing him to seep into your skin, hatred for allowing yourself to fall into his arms again and resentment for what he’s put you through. The sound of the doorbell echoed through your home. “Go on…answer it.” Ran’s low tone made the hair on the back of your neck stand. “Don’t…I mean it.” You warned him, you knew the moment, you’d open the door he’d do something reckless. 

You slowly made your way downstairs and grabbed the nearest hoodie to wear - it was to try and hide Ran's marks around your throat. Inhale, pause and exhale. The inner voice was saying as you reached for the door. Opening it, you smile and the older man exhales in relief. "(Y/N), I'm so glad you're ok. Is everything alright, you gave my wife and I such a scare." He said still concerned that you weren't well. "I'm so sorry I worried you and your wife. I'm ok." You said meekly and smiled. Ran was in the other room, listening and waiting. He was waiting for you to slip up. Those who have been unfaithful will always have a guilty conscience. They will question your every word, your every move and god forbid you do something out of character - they will forever be plagued by their insecurities. 

"I'll be heading out soon pops, if you can please post a sign on the front door - I'll be gone for a few weeks." You say while trying your hardest not to cry, you were worried about this man's safety. If Ran decides to blow a gasket then you'd probably die here today. The old man nodded and pulled you in for a tight hug, your body stiffened out of fear. After releasing you he patted your head and spoke. "Whatever it is you're going through right now, I hope everything will be ok. You know me and (wife's name) will always be here for you." His words were sincere, he saw right through you and tried to comfort you. "Thanks pops." You said softly and bowed. 

As he walked away you could hear Ran's footsteps from behind you. Slowly he closed the door for you while still remaining out of sight. The tears began to stream down your face yet your face remained still. "You did well…lying to him like that - knowing how close to death he was." His words were heavy, they hurt and you dropped to your knees. Every possible action you wanted to take was running through your head. You couldn't think straight, much less get back up on your feet. "Pack your things…our flight leaves at 4:15." He was cold. 

I hate love.

End Part 4.

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