Staring at the bouquet of flowers on the counter, (Y/n) had a confused expression till she read the small note attached to it. 'Baby, Tenjiku needs a Queen, and I choose you, so spread those legs for me'
When (Y/n) went in for work early, her boss informed her that there was a gift for her. He pointed to the bouquet of fresh roses that a handsome young man with platinum blonde hair and hanafuda earrings gave him, instructing—more like threatening—for him to make sure he gave it to her and not to read the private message he wrote for her.
Scoffing, (Y/n) was about to throw them away, but why waste such nice flowers? She decided to hand them to a couple who entered the store to buy.....condoms, but they didn't want it.
Anyways, she was now sitting behind the counter, a homemade lunchbox in front on her and a magazine in her hand. The bell chimed.
Looking up, she saw Baji, Kazutora and Mitsuya. The three boys beamed when they saw (Y/n), walking towards her with their hands kept in their pockets, "Hey, baby." Baji said.
Kazutora, Mitsuya and (Y/n) paused, "Baby?" They spoke in unison. Two in jealousy and the other in confusion.
Baji froze, a sheepish grin on his face. The endearment just came naturally to him. He really did love the (h/c)-ette after all.
"What brings you boys here today?" (Y/n) closed her magazine, placing it down beside her as she continued eating her lunch, which consisted of turkey finger sandwiches, berries, and yogurt.
Kazutora's fingers picked one of the strawberries from her box and ate it, "We were taking a ride around the block and decided to get some Peyoung Yakisoba since Baji was craving."
"Mm." (Y/n) nodded in understanding, knowing how much the raven-haired male loved Peyoung Yakisoba.
Baji scowled at his friends, grumbling to himself.
Mitsuya's eyes caught the bouquet of red roses and quirked an eyebrow, "What's with the roses?" He gestured his hand to the flowers.
Baji and Kazutora instantly diverted their eyes to the bouquet, burning holes into it and hoping it might catch on fire.
(Y/n) glanced at them before taking a look at the boys, "Oh, those? Apparently someone gave it to my boss so he can give them to me."
"......"
The roses were instantly snatched from the table by Kazutora, who dumped them onto the ground, stepping on them fiercely as he glared daggers into them. His chest heaved, nostrils flaring.
The male paused, looking at Baji, Mitsuya, and (Y/n), who stared at him with incredulous looks. Kazutora ran a hand through his hair, licking his lips, "...Sorry."
(Y/n) blinked, looking at the destroyed flowers, "...Thanks. I was gonna get rid of them anyways." She smiled.
Kazutora smiled smugly, "No problem."
"So any idea on who gave you the flowers?" Mitsuya went back to questioning her, a curiosity deep inside him. He will never admit he's jealous. No way in hell.
"What!?" A deep voice shouted, causing them to turn around and see Taiju. The big bulky male entered the store in hopes to see the (h/c)-ette only to hear that someone gave his girl flowers!?
Mitsuya widened his eyes, not expecting to see the male since the Black Dragon and Toman conflict, "Taiju."
The bulky male ignored him, walking towards the (h/c)-ette, who stared at him. His fingers brushed her cheek gently, eyes staring down at her, "Baby, what's this I hear about flowers?! If it's flowers you want I'll you give you the whole damn garden!" He grinned madly.
"Uh.....thanks?"
Taiju began yelling at Baji, Kazutora and Mitsuya, demanding to tell them who sent his woman flowers, only for the two boys—minus Mitsuya—to yell back at him, although Kazutora gave the older Shiba a deadly glare.
(Y/n) sighed, going back to finishing her lunch.
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Meanwhile, Takemichi along with Kokonoi and Inui were kidnapped by Mucho, only to discover the man was a S62 and is now betraying Mikey. Now that Izana is back, there's no reason for him to stay in Toman anymore.
"Hanagaki, do you know why Taiju wanted Kokonoi Hajime?" Mucho asked. The blonde crybaby was silent in confusion, "Kokonoi is a genius in making money, and what Izana wanted to use, is that 'power.' Financial power."
Takemichi finally realized why the snake-eyed male was in every future he was in. It was because Kokonoi Hajime, is the one holding the money in Toman.
Mucho turned to Kokonoi, an unamused expression on his face, "Do know what's annoying about you, Kokonoi? Is that you only listen to Inui and somehow he serves under Hanagaki. That is why I must kill both of them, that way, the person you've been tagging along with is gone, you have no choice but to go under Tenjiku, right?"
Mucho slammed Inui out of the chair, putting his foot on his face, pressing hard. A wicked smirk on his face, "Now then, Kokonoi join Tenjiku, or I'll kill these two."
Kokonoi clenched his jaw tight. His eyes slowly moved from Inui to Takemichi.
Mucho turned his face to Takemichi, a nonchalant expression on his face, "Hanagaki. Mikey isn't Izana's only plan. Kokonoi's financial power. Kisaki's brain. Mikey's charisma and......Toman's princess, (Y/n) Hargreeves. Those three make the greatest criminal organization."
"And (Y/n)-chan?! What does Izana want with her?!" Takemichi demanded, brows furrowed.
Mucho smirked, cocking his head to the side. The three injured boys waited for his response, "Tenjiku can't only have a King, can it?"
Takemichi widened his eyes in shock, "You mean....?"
Mucho devilishly chuckled, "That's right. Izana's Queen will be none other than (Y/n) Hargreeves." He answered their long awaited question.
Kokonoi and Inui stiffened. Their hearts dropping to their chest at what Mucho said. Those words meant that Izana also wanted to get...intimate with their darling. Oh, hell no.
"What!?" Takemichi shouted in disbelief. Was he hearing things right? (Y/n)? As Tenjiku's Queen?! Why? Why would Izana pick her? How does he even know her!?
Mucho chuckled, running a hand through his hair, "Curious, aren't you? Well, I'll tell you why her. You see, Izana hates Mikey. So what better way to take away what's precious to him and make it his own? It's heard from other gangs that Toman's princess is rather close to the invincible Mikey, so naturally, Izana wants to take that away from him."
Disbelief was all Takemichi felt. Izana only wanted (Y/n) because she was close to Mikey!? That's absurd!
After that little spectacle, things began to escalate. Takemichi wasn't going to let Mucho take Kokonoi. His determination shocked them. The crybaby blonde tried and put up a good fight, even though it was one sided and he was getting beaten to a pulp.
Inui was next on Mucho's list, his fist raised to hit the scarred blonde when Kokonoi interfered and agreed to go to Tenjiku in order to save them.
Mucho smirked, tossing Takemichi and Inui on the garbage bags, leaving them alone. The two soon arrived at Kokonoi's and his hideout, with Takemichi carrying the scarred blonde.
It there, that Takemichi decided to take on another role, "From now on, I'm Tokyo Manji's gang first division captain and the 11th generation Black Dragons captain."
Inui was wide eyed.
Takemichi held out a hand for the scarred blonde, his blue eyes shining with determination, "Be prepared. I will bring back Koko. Defeat Kisaki, Izana, and Tenjiku!! Will you come with me?"
Inui's expression hardened. He reached for Takemichi's hand, clasping it in his own, "I entrust my life to you!"
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February 15th, 2006.
How the fuck did this happen? (Y/n) unintentionally moaned into the kiss, Izana's lips pressed deeply onto hers. His arms were wrapped strongly around her waist, tugging her even closer to his strong lean body.
"Izana...! Mph! Wait...!" (Y/n) spoke in between his hot kisses, but he wasn't giving her a chance to speak. He trailed his lips down her neck, caressing the smooth skin.
Biting on it, he sucked slowly, making her moan. Izana smirked, going back to his ministrations on Toman's princess. His hot breath caused goosebumps to appear on her skin.
Earlier, while (Y/n) was walking home from work, she heard footsteps approaching her from behind along with a call of her name.
Turning around, Izana stood behind her with a smirk. His red Tenjiku coat swaying in the wind, hanafuda earrings twinkling.
"Izana?"
The platinum blonde reached her in two strides, towering over her small figure. He smirked down at her, "Let me walk you home." He suggested, more like commanded to.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, giving the male a suspicious look, "I don't know what it is your planning, but it's not gonna work." She walked ahead of him.
Izana easily caught up to her with his long legs, "I'm not planning anything." He smirked, "Can't I be gentlemanly and walk you home?"
"Where's your little puppy?"
"Puppy?" Izana tilted his head in confusion.
"Kakucho." Izana hummed in acknowledgment, "Isn't he always following you?"
"I want to spend more time with you." Izana smoothly remarked, "Why does Kakucho have to be present?" A spark of jealousy was seen in his eyes.
(Y/n) shrugged, adjusting her bag, "I don't know, he just seems to be the more calmer and gentle one."
Izana growled under his breath. He can be calm and gentle too! Sometimes....
(Y/n) went to stop by at a cafe for a quick coffee. The platinum blonde following behind her mindlessly like a guard protecting its princess. "Hi, can I get an Americano espresso, please?"
The barista nodded with a smile.
While (Y/n) was waiting for her drink, a cute guy approached her, "Hey there." He greeted, brushing his blue hair away from his face.
The (h/c)-ette turned to him with a surprised look, "Oh, hey." She greeted.
"So, uh, you seem like a pretty awesome girl, and I couldn't help but ask if you wanna hang out with me sometime?" He had a blush on his cheeks, rubbing the back of his head with a hand.
(Y/n) couldn't help but smile, finding him a bit cute, "You don't seem bad yourself." She shook her head with an embarrassed chuckle, "I mean, you seem pretty interesting yourself."
The guy chuckled bashfully, his hand brushing hers innocently as they accidentally touched one another's.
Izana glared at them, mostly at the boy.
"If you're interested, here's my number." He wrote his digits on a napkin after he borrowed a pen from the barista, handing it to her.
Before (Y/n) can take the napkin, it was yanked away from her by Izana, who crumpled it into his hands, orchid eyes glaring murderously at the male, "Leave." He lowly whispered.
The poor guy staggered back away from Izana, leaving the cafe.
"Izana!" (Y/n) said in surprise, the platinum blonde grabbing her wrist and pulling her out the cafe before she could even collect her drink.
The male was seething, nostrils flaring in jealousy. He pulled the both of them into an alleyway, slamming the (h/c)-ette against the wall.
His hands blocked any means of escape, keeping her pinned to the wall with his chest pressed against hers. His orchid eyes stared down at her, "What was that?" He demanded.
"What was what?" (Y/n) asked, looking confused.
Izana rolled his eyes, narrowing them at the girl, "That guy. How can you think I'd let you date a guy that isn't me?" His voice husky and low.
Looking at him in disbelief, (Y/n) spoke, "Are you serious? You're upset because a guy was interested in me and wanted to date me?"
Izana glared at her, "No one is allowed to touch you except for me."
(Y/n) pushed him away, fixing her shirt while giving him the side eye, "You're not my boyfriend. You don't have the right to tell me who I can or can't date." She huffed.
Izana glared at her, "What?"
"This is ridiculous, I have to go." (Y/n) shook her head, walking away till Izana pulled her back, slamming her against the wall. His fingers cupped her jaw, tilting her head up so that their eyes connected.
"I dare you to say that again." He whispered. His hot breath fanning her face. His musk and mint scent invading her nostrils.
She wasn't afraid. Her eyes stared deep into his orchid ones, "I said, you don't have the right—-mph!"
(Y/n) was cut off by Izana's hot lips devouring hers. His rough yet slender hands slithered around her waist like a vine, entrapping her inside his arms, unable to escape. His thumb rubbed the side while he tilted his head to the left, gaining more access to her lips and deepening the kiss.
Which brings us back to the present moment where (Y/n)'s hands were pressed against Izana's chest in an attempt to push him away. He easily caught her hands in his, interlocking their fingers together and pressing the back of her hands against the wall. His knee pushed in between her legs, rubbing her cunt and making her moan.
Izana smirked in the kiss, going back to devouring her lips like the savage he is. He will never admit how jealous he was when that guy came in and took his girl's attention. (Y/n) was supposed to be his. Not no one else's.
Hot lips trailed down smooth skin, biting and sucking the skin, marking what was his. His arm crawled upwards, cupping her breast in one hand and rubbing his thumb against where her clothed nipple was.
(Y/n)'s cheeks felt hot. She broke away from the kiss, avoiding Izana's lips that tried to attach themselves back to hers. "Stop." She mumbled, her heart beating erratically in her chest.
Izana pressed his lips in a thin line, exhaling through his nose. He reluctantly backed away from her. After staring at her for a moment, he swiftly turned around and walked away without another word, leaving the (h/c)-ette breathing heavily.
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Tenjiku Hideout
The executives of Tenjiku watched cautiously as Izana beat the shit out of his own members mercilessly, kicking them repeatedly as if they were nothing but stepping stones for him.
The only brave one to approach him was his best friend and slave, Kakucho Hitto. The male stopped behind him, "Izana?"
The male paused, licking his lips. Izana turned around, his orchid eyes glaring menacingly at Kakucho, who seemed to be unfazed by his stare, "What is it, Kakucho?"
The male was hesitant to reply, but did so anyways, "Did something happen? Was it Toman?" If it was, he was ready to charge in at them with no mercy whatsoever.
Running a hand through his hair, Izana licked his lips, his eyes burning fiercely at the memory of the guy who dared to touch what was his, "It's none of your business, Kakucho." He spat.
Not fazed by the treatment, Kakucho sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Is this about her?"
The reaction Izana gave was enough to cause him to guess it was indeed the girl, (Y/n) Hargreeves. But what could she have done to cause him to behave like this?
"Izana...."
"I don't know what she did to me, Kakucho, but it's driving me crazy. I can't fucking stop thinking about her!" He roared in anger, kicking a guy in the face.
Kakucho stared at him in pity. He knew exactly what Izana was feeling. He somewhat developed an attachment to the girl, more like an infatuation.
Meanwhile, from above the crates where the executives were sitting, they couldn't help but overhear the conversation and gain mixed feelings.
The Haitani brothers weren't sure how to feel. It was like a damn competition against the other guys who were always talking about (Y/n). It made them sick. She was supposed to be theirs, no?
Kisaki and Hanma clenched their fists. What was with (Y/n) attracting so many guys out of the blue? Tch. Only murder is the way to fix all this. That way, she would only belong to them.
Madarame chuckled. He couldn't blame the platinum blonde haired male. Even he was infatuated with the (h/c)-ette, although his obsession would be more defined as wanting to fuck her.
Kakucho was neutral. He had never personally met the girl, unless you consider that one time at the convenience store. Other than that, he could only say she was stupidly brave and confident. Not an inch of fear was on her face when he and the others walked into the store and the way she spoke to Izana was rather impressive.
Kokonoi was shocked to hear the female's name. He was beginning to think she was attracting all sorts of dangers her way. But he can't blame them, even he was pulled in. She had this aura around her that made you want to know more about her, like what her secrets are and if she had any. She was too relaxed, too calm in his opinion, but that aura is what drove him to her in the first place.
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(Y/n) was working the counter as usual, when the bell chimed, signaling a customer. Looking up, she spotted a familiar boy looking at her.
"Haru?" The pinkette approached her, his eyes closed. He was probably giving her a smile behind his black mask.
"This is a surprise. I didn't think I'd see you in my shop." (Y/n) put away her phone, leaning her elbows on her knees as she rested her head on her hands, a smile on her face.
"I...didn't know you work..." His deep voice was heard behind the mask. His blue hooded eyes gazing at her with wonder. Hands tucked inside his pockets.
(Y/n) nodded, a chuckle escaping her lips, "Yea, I do. It's how I make a living for myself." She admitted.
Sanzu narrowed his eyes, "You...live by yourself?" He asked. When she nodded, he felt worry in his chest for the girl. She had no one to support her or take care of her.
Waving it off dismissively, (Y/n) grabbed a stack of magazines and walked around the counter, putting them back in their rightful place, "I'm used to it. This isn't the first time I've done this before." She reminisces when her siblings left her, including her own blood sister, Allison, and she was left to fend for herself at the Umbrella Academy with Pogo and their 'mother'.
Sanzu didn't like that. She deserved to be treated like a fucking queen, to be pampered and taken care of. He wish he had money and was rich, then he could provide her with all the lavishes in the world while he worships the ground she walks on and make love to her in his bed. Sigh. What a dream that would be. "Hm." He hummed, leaning against the shelf and watching her.
(Y/n) turned back around, smiling at him, "Let's have lunch."
Wordlessly, the pinkette followed her from behind with only one thought on his mind. To protect the (h/c)-ette.
A/n: Hope you like.