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Memories: Chapter one
Hey guys here's chapter one of my OC sorry! I hope you enjoy. As always feedback is greatly appreciated ❤️
It was a normal night for Yukiche, and everything was running smoothly. No bloody mafioso in sight. After she had cleaned up all the blood and water, the mafioso left after threatening her. He left after telling her that he “owed her a favour” which didn’t feel particularly reassuring. But she didn’t have time to reflect on the events of that night. She had to focus. Three other girls were working tonight alongside her to help keep things running smoothly and guests entertained. Akiko was on waitressing tonight, her dark brown hair tied back in a simple bun, Enya was alongside her on bar helping get through the millions of drink orders and Aimi was on the bar as well but taking orders. Things had gotten a lot easier since she had hired the three girls to help out. Before she struggled to get through a shift in one piece, running herself ragged. Taking orders, making orders, serving orders all while keeping guests entertained was draining the life out of her. The only thing she did was work and sleep but now she had more time on her hands, giving her the freedom to take days off if she needed to.
Besides the girls helped out her other side business: blackmailing the wealthy businessmen who came into her bar. If they ever tried to finance any competition or try pull any stunts, she had entire folders of secrets that she could spill and ruin their lives. That’s what kept her afloat, not the sales but her extensive knowledge of all the dirty gossip around Yokohama alongside with evidence. She could use to destroy the entire business world of Yokohama if she wanted to, but she had no interest in that. All she wanted was the bar to stay open so she could pay back Haru. She didn’t care about gaining wealth or status. She just wanted to live life well and to the fullest.
“I need to get another shipment” Yukiche thought to herself, looking behind her at the rows of alcohol. She was running low on pretty much everything, tonight was so busy thus wiping out her entire supply. Turning around she was about to call Akiko over when she saw something that made her see red.
One of the businessmen grabbed Akiko and was trying to grope her ass.
“That fucker.” She hissed, fuming.
He was easily 40s with balding hair and a greasy slimy look to him. A human equivalent of a cockroach. She smiled and waved to him, catching his eye. Yukiche made sure to learn over and cross her arms so he got a view, enticing him to come over. He blinks and she winks at him, beckoning him over with her finger, smiling. He walks over all smug and she just wants to break his jaw and wipe that arrogant smile off his face. He arrives at the bar.
“What’s up gorgeous? Are you wanting to buy this handsome devil a drink hm? Or maybe get to “know” each other a little better after hours hm?” he yelled in what he perceived as a “seductive” tone. In reality it was creepy, and he sounded like he swallowed a hive of bees with how raspy his voice was.
She smiles sweetly and says “I saw you trying to grab my waitress’s ass. If you ever pull that shit again, I will break your jaw. Now get the fuck out of my bar you deplorable cretin of a being.”
The man looks shocked and insulted. “Who the fuck do you think you are to speak to me like that? Fuck you bitch, I’m not going anywhere. Besides she was asking for it, wearing a skirt that short. She’s practically flashing everyone.”
Yukiche sighed, she picked up a bottle and started to clean it. Holding it up to the light she inspected it and smashed it over the man’s head. The glass shattered everywhere, some of it getting into his head and face. She grabbed the top of his balding head and smashed it into the bar top.
“Oh, my apologies. You were practically asking for it, you see?” she commented, smiling sweetly. His face was an absolute bloody mess.
“You fucking psycho! You broke my fucking nose!” he screamed at her.
“Ah well, you’re lucky. I was hoping to break a lot more than that. Now I suggest you get out before I break your legs.” She sneered, leaning over the bar to look at him. “Now run along little boy, I’m sure your wife is anxiously awaiting you so she can fake it for 5 minutes.” The entire bar started laughing.
“You fucking bitch, you’ll regret this. I will ruin your life.” He spat out, standing up and pointing a fat finger at Yukiche.
“I’m not your wife so no… my life isn’t ruined but have fun trying!” she waved to him as he stormed out. Sighing, she signalled to Aimi to clean up the blood while she went and personally apologised to all the customers for the disturbance.
It had been a few weeks since the incident at the bar, but business hadn’t dropped. More and more businessmen were coming and bringing along potential clients to enjoy the drinks and the atmosphere. While she enjoyed busy nights more than slow nights, it did mean Yukiche hadn’t had a day off in weeks. All her other co-workers took days off and she had to cover their shifts herself which sucked but she didn’t mind. They needed to have a break once and awhile. Besides she was planning on taking a two-week trip soon anyways, so she didn’t mind.
It was after the bar had closed, and she was finishing cleaning up the bar top. Spilled drinks meant the bar top would get insanely sticky throughout the night and if she didn’t clean it, she could probably catch flies with it. Sighing, she scrubbed at the sticky stains vigorously, swearing to herself.
“Fucking assholes, I hate this shit” she muttered to herself, continuing scrubbing at the stain aggressively. Suddenly the door flew off the handle across the room, crashing into the wall. The light bulb shatters as the door flies through it, plunging the room into darkness. Yukiche whips around to have her shoulder stabbed by a glowing red black tendril. She screams out in pain, her eyes watering as blood began to drip onto the floor. Panting she dives under the bar, grabbing her cleaning rag and pressing it against her wound. Hissing in pain from the chemicals reacting to her skin, she tries to quieten her breathing. Her heart was pounding in her ears, making it hard to hear anything but she listened out the best she could for any noise. Footsteps walked in, along with someone coughing. Swallowing she grabs the gun hidden under the bar and loads it as quietly as she can.
Her hands shaking as she holds the gun, her breathing shallow. She listens out for any sounds but hears nothing. She has the advantage here. She knows the bar like the back of her hand, she knows how sound echoes off the walls so any sound she hears she’ll be able to pinpoint the location in theory.
*cough cough*
She hears the coughing again and tries to focus to work out where its coming from. She can’t. She’s in too much pain and panic is setting in. “Fuck” she thought. She was trapped.
“Death is inevitable. It is a part of life. Walking this world are weak creatures who deserved to be crushed to make way for the strong. In the end your death is no fault but your own. I am merely a messenger of Death. But I am also the Devil himself. So come and take your death willingly and it will be less painful. No matter where you hide, the devil always finds you.” A male voice comments, his voice void of any emotion.
A wave of anger washes over Yukiche. “Weak creatures who deserved to be crushed huh?” she murmured to herself. Footsteps approach her but she isn’t paying attention. Anger clouds her judgement as she spits out
“What utter bullshit. Who are you to dictate who is weak or strong? You attempt to kill me and act like you’re a god but anyone who tries to kill others because they’re weak is coward. Afraid of themselves and their own weakness. So, who are you to dictate strength when you are the weakest one. I pity you.”
She feels a sharp stabbing pain in her chest and cries out in pain.
“I can’t tell if you’re an idiot or brave to speak to me like that. But then foolish bravery is often the trademark of an idiot.”
Breathing heavily, she collapsed from the pain. Tears prick her eyes and she silently cries. She hopes that her body won’t be discovered by Haru or the girls. She didn’t want them to see that. Swallowing she gets up and tries to crawl away but knocks over a glass. Another tendril stabs but misses her, hitting the wall behind her and causing all the glasses to shatter. She ducks, trying to avoid the falling glass shards. She accidentally stabs her hand on a piece of glass and tries to muffle her yelp of pain, but it doesn’t work. Black fabric wraps around her ankle as she’s dragged away and thrown against the wall.
Slamming against the wall, Yukiche felt her ribs crack. Groaning from the pain, the man walks closer his body and the air around him glowing red. His coat morphed into a monster with gnashing teeth, glowing red. Her heart was pounding. She tries to move but her body couldn’t.
She was going to die.
The man coughed one more and the beast was about to lunge forward to Yukiche to shreds when a voice yelled out.
“Akutagawa stop! That’s enough.” She recognised that voice. Standing next to the man was Chuuya Nakahara. The man whose life Yukiche saved by accident.
Then everything started to fade to black.
Memories: Chapter 3
Hey lovelies! Here’s the next chapter of my oc fic. Again please leave comments on what you think. Any feedback would be spectacular <3
*SLAP*
The sound of his hand striking across her skin echoed around the room. Her cheek was bright red and burning, much like her eyes from the tears. The stinging pain radiates across her burning face. It hurt but not as much as her broken hand which currently had a boot on top of it. The boot slammed down on her broken hand, making her scream out in pain, tears pricking her eyes. The pain was unbearable. She wanted this to end, for her to be put out of her misery but that was too merciful. In the end she’d never get that kindness, the sweet kiss of death was so enchanting yet always out of her reach. Suddenly she felt the boot slam down again, snapping her out of her thoughts. She couldn’t breathe. It was too painful. Crying she looked up at the ceiling and hoped that it would cave in, crushing her. If she was dead, she wouldn’t have to feel this agonising pain ever again.
“I’m begging you, please stop! I did nothing wrong!” she cried out through sobs.
“Any failures of your pupils are failures on your part. And failures must be punished. It is the law of nature; any failures are wiped out. Consider this your warning before extinction.” An icy cold voice replied, devoid of any emotion. She swallowed, bracing for whatever came next. Before she knew it, she felt her rib shatter as the bat swung down.
She woke up screaming. Her whole body throbbed with pain and she swore she could feel her ribs crack. But no, nothing was wrong. It was just a dream. A nasty nasty dream….
Begrudgingly, she got up and washed the tears off her face. She passed out from working too much again and didn’t take off her makeup properly, so it was smeared everywhere. Sighing, Yukcihe jumped into the shower to wash away the remnants of the dream. She could still hear the cracking of her ribs and the sound of the bat swinging through the air. Her screams echoed around her ears. Shaking her head rapidly, she tried to focus on something else besides the dream. She knew it wasn’t just a bad dream, that would just stir up more pain and she didn’t have the energy to reflect on everything. She pressed her hands against the shower wall and let the water cascade down her body.
Closing her eyes, she let the water wash over her and with it wash her thoughts down the drain. Breathing in and out, she focused and slowly the dream became a distant memory that she could barely remember. Blood trickled out of her nose and mixed with the water, turning it a cloudy red. She absentmindedly wiped the blood away with the back of her hand. Staring at the blood on her hand, she started to spiral again. Images of bloody bodies flashed across her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block them out but she couldn’t focus. Her breathing got more and more frantic until she was hyperventilating.
Suddenly a noise snapped her out of it. Her phone was ringing. She quickly turned off the shower and grabbed her phone, answering the call. Swallowing she spoke
“Hello? What is it?” she asked in an irritated tone, to hide the fact she’d been crying.
“Yukiche? The boss needs to cancel tonight. He has other business to attend to so you’ll have to come another day.” A male voice commented, his tone slightly annoyed giving the impression he didn’t want to be talking at all. Rolling her eyes, Yukiche replied through gritted teeth.
“What do you mean I’ll have to come another day. We agreed on today. THis has been planned for months. Just because your boss is a coward and doesn’t want to see me doesn’t mean he can cancel last minute and expect me to accept that. Tell him I’m coming anyway and I expect my payment.” she snapped. She hated this but she needed the money and she couldn’t let him brush her off like this. She had to be ruthless and firm.
“Look don’t get bitchy at me. I’m just the messenger. You have a problem with it? Talk to the boss, not me.” He snaps.
Yukiche scoffed and hung up, throwing her phone across the room. Throwing herself onto the bed, she screamed into a pillow in frustration. She despised this. That she has to do this, to survive. “Having to exploit people’s secrets for money eats away at your soul. But did I even have a soul to begin with?””. She thought to herself bitterly.
Running her hand through her hair, she tried to figure out her solution. She needed that money by tonight. She had to go see Kasai, her debt was due and if she was late…. She shuddered at the thought. Pacing around the room, the solution stared her in the face. She didn’t want to admit it but the only solution was to go down and collect it herself.
“Fuck.” she muttered to herself. She had to go. As much as she hated threatening people, she had to do this for her own sake. Besides the debtee in question was a cheating scumbag anyways. Igarashi Hisoka ran the other underground bar in town and was a notorious womaniser. He was only in her debt because he was an idiot and gambled away his wife’s prize ring, an heirloom from her dead father. She should probably make another backup of the video she had of him losing the ring just in case she mused to herself. She knelt down and gently picked up her phone.
Grabbing her signature white blouse and black high waisted trousers she threw them on with a loose cream coloured trench coat and ran out the door, tying her hair up at the same time. Locking up her apartment she walked off, shoving her keys and phone into her pocket.
After catching the train and walking for about fifteen minutes, she arrived at Igarashi’s bar. She grimaced at the smell of vomit, cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke. Taking a deep breath, she walked in. The chatter and general cacophony of drunken laughter overwhelmed her. Various people lay on top of tables passed out, a few were playing with knives while the rest were leering at her. Swallowing nervously, she walked across the room towards the bartender.
“Where is Igarashi? I….need to talk to him. We had an appointment but he cancelled on me last minute so I’m here to speak to him about not being a coward.” she remarks, her tone exasperated.
Not looking up from the glass he was cleaning, he pointed to the door at the back of the room. “Boss’s office is through there. If you have any complaints or anything like that, go bother him. He’s in a meeting right now though.” he comments in a dull tone.
“I don’t care. I need him to pay up.” She retorts, walking off towards the office.
The bartender scoffs and mutters “Good luck” continuing to clean the same glass.
Yukiche stormed over to the door and pressed her ear against the door. She heard giggling and hushed voices. Listening closely she figured out he and another girl were in there. “So this is his “business he had to “attend” to. Pathetic'' she scoffed quietly. Taking a step back, she kicked in the door with so much force it slammed open, revealing Igarashi sitting behind a desk with a half naked woman on top of him. Raising her eyebrow Yukiche glared at the woman and spat out
“Get out now. Before I break your wrist.”
The woman paled and ran out, muttering apologies. Ignoring her, Yukiche walked in and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it. Slowly she turned around to face Igarashi who was looking rather pale. She calmly walks over to him and sits on top of his desk, with one leg
dangling off.
“I didn’t realise sleeping with random women was classed as urgent business Igarashi.” she drawled. A lazy smile plastered on her face as she stared at him, her lips smiling but her eyes lacked any humour. Swallowing he opened his mouth and began to speak
“What I class as urgent business is one of your business. I told you I don’t have your money and even if I did have it, I’m busy so leave.” he retorted, in an irked tone. She could tell he was afraid though, he was after all a coward. If he would just own up to his wife what he did, then he wouldn’t be in this mess. But he was too much of a prideful and spineless fool. Sighing, she slid off the desk and swung her leg up, pressing her foot down on his chest glaring at him threateningly. Leaning over, she whispered
“I will leave once I get my money. That’s all I’m here for. But if you keep lying and acting like you don’t have it, I’ll have to resort to other methods of getting it…” Her voice, firm and threatening. She pulled out a knife and slammed the point of it into the desk. She wasn’t lying. He knew that.
Staring at the knife he swallowed and began to mutter various obscenities under his breath while he opened his desk drawer and pulled out his briefcase where he kept his money. He kept muttering various insults and obscenities but counted out the money before throwing it at her. Narrowing her eyes, she grits her teeth and collects the money shoving it into her coat pocket, pulling the knife out of the desk.. Walking out, she turned one last time and smiled
“Pleasure doing business with you, Igarashi. Or should I call you what you really are? A cowardly fool.” she laughed to herself and walked out the door waving her hand at him while holding the knife.
Walking back into the busy bar, she heard a familiar voice singing. She whipped her around to see her singing. Mihara. She stopped in her tracks to stare at her friend? Enemy? Acquaintance? She didn’t really know what to call Mihara except a pain in her ass. She hadn’t seen her since the night she met Haru. The night she got shot. Frowning, she stared at the woman who caused it all. Bitterness still lingered in her, causing her to wince at the sight of Mihara. But she couldn’t hide the sense of familiarity and longing that also came flowing into Yukiche’s heart. Locking eyes with Mihara, she saw that familiar smile making her pang with pain.
Looking away, she began to quickly walk away. She had to leave. She couldn’t be around her. The wounds were still fresh even after all those years. Before she could leave, she felt a hand grab her blouse and slamming her into the wall. Falling backwards, she collided into a muscular chest. Two arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly and painfully. Gasping for breath, two men approach her.
“The boss decided he won’t be paying you this time. He wants his money back.” they sneer, punching her in the stomach. Crying out in pain, she doubles over, coughing blood. She tries to move to grab her knife but the man holding her only squeezed tighter, preventing her from moving. The two men punched her a few more times before she was flipped upside down, causing the money to fall out of her pocket. They grabbed it and ran off with it laughing, the other man dropping her and running off with them. Yukiche lay there staring at the sky, her body in agonising pain. Her stomach was definitely at least bruised. Tenderly she touched her cheek which was swollen. Shaking she tried to use her arms to get up but she didn’t have the strength and collapsed. Groaning she lay there, breathing heavily when a foot gently nudged her.
Looking up she saw Mihara holding out her hand. She still had on her stage makeup, glittering in the moonlight. Yukiche turned away, ignoring her offer of help causing Mihara to laugh.
“Even now you’re stubborn and refuse my help, do you really despise me that much?” she asked, her voice musical. Her eyes shone with happiness and laughter.
“I don’t despise you. I loathe you. So no, I don’t want help from someone like you.” Yukiche snapped, her voice icy cold. She kept her head turned to hide the fact she was on the verge of crying.
“Still stubborn as ever. It looks like I’m the only help you’re gonna get so you can either take my help or lie here in the trash and piss covered alleyway.” she commented, smiling.
Yukiche let out a frustrated sigh and turned, grabbing Mihara’s hand. Mihara pulled her up and stared into her eyes once she was standing.
“Thanks.” Yukiche mutters, looking away. Mihara gently grabs her face, causing Yukiche to wince. She stares at Yukiche’s bruised face and frowns. Her hand reaches out and Yukiche could've sworn she was reaching out to stroke her cheek. Mihara grabbed the various bits of trash that got caught in Yukiche’s hair and picked them out. Yukiche blushed lightly and watched her.
Even now she couldn’t stop the hammering in her chest as Mihara touched her. She hated it. She still had such a strong effect on her even after all these years….
“You look like you need a drink.” Mihara comments, her eyebrows raised and a cheeky smile etched across her lips. Snorting Yukiche shook her head in disbelief.
“You haven’t changed a bit, have you Mi?” she remarks, smiling softly. Mihara blinks at the nickname but starts to grin.
“No I haven’t. So will you humour me and let me buy you a drink?” she asked. Yukiche blinked and shook her head no, walking away. She couldn’t let Mihara in again. Even having a brief conversation hurt and felt like a thousand needles into her heart. But then…. What was the harm in one drink? Yukiche thought to herself.
“Fine. One drink.” Yukiche remarked, keeping her back facing Mihara to hide her smile.