chapter five
THE SUN WAS LOW in the sky, casting long shadows across the backyard. the grass was still damp from last night's rain, and a gentle breeze blew, rustling the leaves of the nearby trees.
your heart weighs heavily with grief, as tears fall down your cheeks like a river. you try to wipe your tears, but they seem to have a mind of their own. in one hand, you hold your beloved hamster that has passed away.
you sit there for a while, feeling the weight of the loss. you try to stay strong, but the pain is overwhelming.
suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. you look up, hoping for some comfort, some sign that everything will be okay. but you're not sure if anyone will ever understand what you're going through.
"so? done crying already?" you looked at the blonde boy infront of you with a usual bored expression on his face.
his blonde hair is messy and falling into his face, his skin is slightly tanned, and his amethyst eyes are narrowed in disapproval. despite his cold demeanor, you can sense a hint of concern lurking beneath the surface.
"i stopped crying," as you look at him closer, you can see the faint traces of a frown etched into his lips, making him look even more mean and unapproachable.
"tsk," clicking his tongue in annoyance
"so are you done crying?" he asks in a bored and indifferent tone, as if the entire situation is a burden to him.
feeling embarrassed, you quickly try to compose yourself. but as soon as you look down at your dead hamster, the tears begin to fall again, this time even harder than before.
"Tsk.. so annoying," he mutters, his eyes fixed on you with a look of annoyance, as if he can't believe he's actually dealing with such a situation.
"my beloved hamster is dead! brother mucho didnt-..... di... didn't mean to.. he stepped on my hamster.. accidentally.."
he tries to stifle a smirk as you explain the circumstances of how your beloved hamster passed away. "he stepped on your hamster.. accidentally? tsk, that's just ridiculous! accidents happen," he chuckles, not taking your grief seriously.
you began to cry harder
his expression is one of annoyance as he looks at you, his droopy eyes almost conveying pity. but deep down, he is concerned for you and wants to be there for you, even if he doesn't show it.
his eyes soften slightly as he approaches you, and his grip on your cheek is gentle as he wipes away your tears.
"i will bury the hamster," he told you with a reassuring tone. "don't worry, i'll take care of it."
your cheeks felt warm as you looked into his eyes, and you noticed the faintest hint of a blush on him. you took a deep breath and squeezed his hand tightly for comfort.
but just as quickly as the moment had started, it came to an end. "shut up," he grumbled, looking away with a tinge of embarrassment in his voice.
"i don't wanna die like my hamster," you said.
"stop overthinking and why are you even thinking you would die in such way?"
"i don't wanna dieeee!"
"you won't so shut up," he looked at you as if you were such a weird person.
"if i die, i would be separated from you," you spoke, sadness evident in your tone.
he cleared his throat trying to get your attention.
"we'll never separate, i'll never let that happen"
"but what if we will, rindou?"
"i will find you,"
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you woke up to the sound of heavy rain outside the window, the sound of raindrops hitting the roof and window creating a calming melody. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
"ouch..."
as you slowly wake up, you are overwhelmed with a massive ache in your head that makes it hard for you to open your eyes. you feel dizzy and groggy, as though you had just been asleep for days. but before you can even process what's happening, you feel the most excruciating pain in your entire body, and it takes all your strength to try and move.
"shit! where am i?!"
as you manage to open your eyes, you are immediately met with a sight that makes you want to scream. you are not in your room or anywhere familiar, and you have no idea how you got here. a feeling of panic rises in your chest, and you try to sit up but your body aches so much that you can barely move.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.."
you look down at your body, worrying that you've been injured in some way or much worse, but to your surprise and relief, you see that you are wearing a large, comfortable shirt that covers most of your body. you quickly check the rest of your body, and although you are sore and achy, you don't seem to have any serious injuries.
you take a deep breath, trying to calm down and figure out what just happened. but try as you may, you can't seem to remember anything beyond the fact that you were kidnapped. you are now trapped in a room that you don't know, wearing clothes that aren't yours, and with no idea of how to get out.
as your bleary eyes adjust to the room, you slowly start taking in your surroundings. the room is simple but beautiful, with soothing colors and calming textures that seem to almost soothe your soul. the large bed you're lying in feels like the perfect spot to nap or curl up and read a book on a rainy day.
but you need to escape
you forced yourself to get out of bed, feeling the ache in every part of your body. painfully, you stumbled to the door, holding onto the knob for support. as you turned it slowly, you expected it to be locked, but to your surprise it opened with a creak.
the hallway outside was dark and quiet, and you felt a twinge of fear in the pit of your stomach. but you gathered your courage and forced yourself to step out, your heart pounding in your chest.
"hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" you told to yourself
the house was quiet and still, and you started to wonder if it was even inhabited at all. you crept down the hallway, looking for any signs of life, but the only sound that met your ears was the soft hum of a refrigerator in the kitchen. with a deep breath, you pushed open the door and entered, feeling instantly relieved to find a source of light.
you looked on in shock as the man's back came into view. his body was muscular and bulky, and he was wearing only a pair of boxers that accentuated his powerful frame.
he moved with ease in the cramped space of the kitchen, with fluid motions that spoke to his skill as a cook. despite his intimidating appearance, the man seemed to be absorbed in his work and didn't seem to notice you at first.
you noticed that he had the same purple mullet hair as the man who had kidnapped you, and your heart dropped to the floor. you felt the breath leave your lungs as you stepped back from the door, trying to process what you were seeing. the relief you had felt moments ago turned to fear once again, and you wondered what you should do next.
you looked around the room, trying to figure out your next move. suddenly, you noticed a small table near you. there was a small knife on the table, and you quickly grasped it, feeling the cold metal in your hands, ready to use it to defend yourself.
you started taking slow steps toward the door, knife clutched tightly in your hand. tour thoughts were racing as you tried to figure out a plan.
just as you reached the door, you heard his voice from across the room.
"hmm? awake already?" the sound of his voice made your heart almost drop to your feet. you froze in place, the knife clutched tightly in your hand.
"what are you doing with that knife?" he asked, his tone amused but with a hint of danger. "that's stupid,"his voice is calm but there's a coldness in it that sends shivers down your spine.
"are you gonna do something with that knife, or just stand there with it? i don't have all day, i have work to do." you stand there with the knife in your hand, your heart racing, you can feel the tension in the air.
his mascular back still facing you, not giving you enough attention.
"where the fuck am i?"
when he finally turned to face you, you are struck by how unrealistically handsome he is. he has a purple mullet that falls loosely around his shoulders, framing a chiseled face that is almost too perfect to be real.
his tan skin is smooth as satin, broad shoulders, mascular body and such good features, but despite his handsome appearance, there's a coldness to his expression, and it feels like he's just bored with everything around him.
it's a strange feeling, being both terrified and attracted to the same person at the same time.
you can't help but feel a sense of unease wash over you as you stare at the man in front of you. the more you look at him, the more he reminds you of someone you know - ran haitani. it's not just the tan skin or the purple mullet hair - it's also the amethyst eyes and the perfect features.
but where ran is whimsical and calm, this man is cold and distant. his expression is bored and unchanging, and he seems completely uninterested in your presence.
"are you done checking me out?" the man asks, his tone mocking as he raises an eyebrow.
"where the hell am i?!" you yelled, anger and fear rising in your voice as you retreat, holding the knife at the ready. the man continues to approach, his presence threatening.
despite your resolve, your heart races at his every step. the man is close now, and you feel a chill run through your body at the thought of what might happen next. you're ready to strike if you have to, but you find you can't move.
"hmmm.."
and then, suddenly, his hand is on your cheek. warmth flows through you at the unexpected gesture, and a shock of surprise passes through you. despite his cold expression and furrowed brow, his touch is gentle and reassuring. in that moment, you realize that you don't know what to expect from this man, but you know that he's dangerous.
"w-what are you doing?" and yet, the warmth of his touch lingers on your skin, a reassurance that you didn't know you needed.
the man's expression softens for a moment, and you let out a sigh of relief. But it's short-lived. his gaze becomes cold again, and he whispers, "Tsk, you look stupid." you feel a lump form in your throat, and you know that you need to act fast.
your heart racing, you look around the room, trying to find a way out. but you know that you can't escape without stabbing him. your grip on the knife tightens, and you prepare to attack.
but before you could react, you felt strong arms wrap around you from behind, pinning your arms to your sides and preventing you from moving. as you felt the heat of his breath on your neck, you let out a gasp of shock.
the mullet-haired man smirked, watching you and the stranger.
you struggled against his hold, trying to free yourself, but his arms were too strong. the man's grip was so tight that you were unable to hold onto the knife, and it slipped from your hand. despite the fear coursing through you, there was also a strange sense of comfort in his hold.
"took you long enough," the mullet-haired man spoke.
you struggle and wriggle to no avail as the strong arms around your body hold you in place. the warm breath on your neck sends chills down your spine, and your heart races with fear. despite your attempts to fight back, you're helpless as the arms hold you firmly in place. you surrender to the situation, feeling the lips on your neck, the pressure from the arms tightening.
"oh, my dear, don't fight back," a voice whispers in your ear. your eyes widen in shock as you recognize the voice as someone you've known for a long time. your body weakens, and the struggle you had been putting up fades away.
"s-sir ran?" the arms around you feel more comforting than threatening now, and you feel the anxiety leave your body. the heat from the breath on your neck feels soothing, and for a moment, you feel like you're in a peaceful embrace.
"i'm back and i have a special gift for you~"
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