March 19, 2015
I urged Y/n to reluctantly leave the inviting coziness of the bed and stand before the exquisite mirror. I had an important matter to address with them, given that I happened to overhear their conversation the previous evening concerning a woman called Aisa Baji.
"So, you mean to tell me that you were aware of everything discussed in Takeomi's office, yet you neglected to inform me about Aisa?!" In a fit of exasperation, I couldn't help but express my frustration dramatically by delivering a sharp slap to my own face. The purpose behind this rather unconventional action was twofold: first, to convey the intensity of my anger, and second, to make it apparent to both Lili and Y/n that they too should experience the sting on their own cheeks. It pained me greatly to realize just how foolish and naive they had been in choosing to withhold such vital details about our man's ex-girlfriend.
"They have already broken up, Marga, so there is no need to worry," Although Y/n provided me with reassurance, I couldn't shake the doubt that lingered within me regarding the intelligence of my alter ego and their striking similarity to our rather dim-witted mother. Fortunately, I have inherited our father's brilliant intellect and resilient demeanor. These two girls, upon whom I rely both mentally and physically, are undeniably intolerable.
"We should devour her, sink our teeth into her flesh!" Lili interrupted our conversation abruptly, her mischievous giggle ringing through the air, which startled me so much that I found myself coughing intensely. The recollection of that fateful night, when we heartlessly took away Ella's life, our recently hired maid, continues to haunt me relentlessly. The way Lili derived pleasure from ruthlessly dismantling her organs, treating them as if they were nothing more than a plate of ordinary french fries, sends shivers down my spine.
"Haruchiyo's coming." With urgency in her voice, Lili softly whispered, drawing my attention towards the imminent arrival of Sanzu in our vicinity. Instantly, the tension gripped both of us as our bodies became rigid, bracing ourselves for what was to come, and we stood immobile right at the doorway of our room.
"She's fast asleep." Sanzu whispered in a gentle tone, gently accepting the bottle from me and carefully inserting it into Kali's tiny mouth. Observing Akashi's display of love and nurturing towards us filled me with warmth and happiness, but I couldn't ignore the undeniable truth that he had a proclivity for being unfaithful.
"We should rest, milyy. This has been an exhausting day for all of us," Akashi cooed affectionately. How endearing he appears, tending to our needs. However, his actions do not excuse his unfaithful behavior.
During the late hours of the night, specifically around 3 in the morning, an auspicious moment arises where I am granted the chance to take control of Y/n's physical form. Quietly and cautiously, I slowly rise from the comforting confines of the bed, taking small, deliberate steps towards the exit.
Unexpectedly, Lili interjected, "Where are you going Marga?" Lili always seems to have something to say.
"I need to go to Takeomi's office or room," As I replied, I carefully surveyed the entire house to ensure no one was lurking before making my approach towards Takeomi's office. The reason why I urgently sought him out was that I required something vital from him - something that would aid me in killing the troublesome bitch, Aisa. It had come to a point where the combined efforts of Y/n, Lili, and myself were no longer sufficient to handle this harrowing situation, primarily due to the difficulties of killing people nowadays.
"We can just break in her house." Lili proposes the idea of gaining unauthorized access to Aisa's residence as a potential solution. This suggestion holds merit as it presents a feasible course of action. The plan entails breaking into the house and utilizing Lili's skills to kill Aisa. Nevertheless, I personally lean towards embracing the element of uncertainty and opting for a more daring approach.
"Think, bitches! We need Takeomi's assistance since he and Troy suspect us," I expressed in a state of urgency, desperately brainstorming for a strategic course of action. With the sound of approaching footsteps growing louder and more imminent, my adrenaline-fueled impulse urged me to swiftly dash into Takeomi's room, where I swiftly sought refuge by concealing myself under the bed.
"You're being incredibly foolish, Marga," Y/n criticized, once again pointing out the obvious flaw in my actions. But what other choice do I have? This room is much larger than ours, and it's my first time being here.
"Shh, stop complaining and trust my plan," I lowered my voice to a whisper, inclining my head and carefully glancing over the edge of the bed. Gradually, my eyes spotted Takeomi's unmistakable pair of shoes, which immediately caught my attention.
"I'm feeling tired," Lili stated before leaving us once again.
Knowing that Takeomi was aware of my presence, I nervously pushed myself up in order to escape this confined space. As I looked up at Takeomi, I noticed he was shirtless and lighting a cigarette. It was at that moment I realized I was kneeling before him.
"We're loyal, right?" a question posed by Y/n. Don't ask such a question, Y/n. I find myself questioning my own loyalty. After all, it's only about sex and it doesn't cause any harm.
"Do you need anything?" Takeomi inquired, evoking a sense of tranquility within my heart while simultaneously fueling my desires to greater heights. He undeniably personifies the epitome of a desirable and attractive person. "Given that we are already tainted with sin, what harm would come from indulging in another sinful act?" I responded with a mischievous smirk, initiating a passionate connection by placing my lips upon his. His hands firmly embraced my waist, reciprocating the kiss with fervor and intensity.
The taste of the cigarette lingered on his lips.
The scent of the cigarette permeated his breath.
I couldn't help but release a gentle moan as he intensified the intimacy of our embrace. Undeniably, his kissing ability surpassed my expectations, leaving me thoroughly impressed. However, I couldn't help but ponder the reason behind his lack of interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with another woman following his divorce.
In a moment of aggression, Takeomi abruptly shifted my body towards a grandiose mirror, his grasp around my neck becoming increasingly firm, and his other hand fiercely embedding his nails into my delicate flesh. "Do you need my help?" I inhaled deeply, allowing my lungs to fill with air, and I acknowledged with a nod. At that moment, my mind went blank, momentarily unable to recall the specific type of help that I needed.
"Tell me you're the one responsible for the maid's massacre," He whispered softly into the crook of my neck, displaying his unwavering dominance. I am enduring this task solely for the benefit of Haruchiyo, reassuring myself that I have the strength to overcome any challenges that may arise in the future.
"Yes, and so what?" As his cigarette seared my fragile flesh, I felt a slight grimace escape my lips as a response to the intense pain. Despite the tormenting sensation, an uncontrollable urge swept over me, compelling me to react with a passionate kiss pressed against his lips.
"That's why Haruchiyo can't get enough of you, you're irresistible," He whispered softly, gradually removing my clothes, as he knelt down in front of me. Taking one of my legs and gently placing it over his shoulder, he proceeded to place tender kisses along the sensual area of my inner thighs.
As I closed my eyes, I could sense the gentle touch of his warm tongue gently gliding inside me. The experience was incredibly powerful and filled with sensations that left me exhilarated and mesmerized. Despite this unexpected turn of events, I couldn't find a single reason to complain. It hadn't been a premeditated action, yet the allure and irresistible charm of Takeomi were simply undeniable. How could anyone possibly resist such a tempting proposition?
"Shit," I groaned, feeling a slight weakness in my knees, but he persisted in raising me back to my feet. With an intense hold on his hair, I clung tightly as he skillfully continued licking my pussy by his warm tongue. "Fuck!"
It didn't last long, climax arriving sooner than expected. "Fucking weak," he remarked, standing up and whispering in my ear. So what if I'm weak when it comes to oral pleasure? It's none of his concern.
I collected my thoughts and took a moment to steady myself. Then, I embraced him, allowing my arms to encircle his neck tenderly, as I placed delicate kisses along the nape of his neck. At the same time, I softly caressed his back, creating a soothing sensation that conveyed my affection.
"If you dare breathe a word about what you witnessed in Ella's room that night, your children will suffer, understand?" Releasing my grip on his neck, I stormed out of his room. It's definitely a challenge, but I suppose that's part of the game. Y/n and Lili wouldn't be able to handle it. I don't care about Takeomi's response; he can blackmail me or even kill me if he desires. But let it be known.
We are three, not one.
March 20, 2015
At last, I am finally able to find solace and relaxation on the couch. Kali's presence has undoubtedly brought an intense wave of exhilaration into my life. Interestingly, Kali have an aversion towards crowded areas, such as Haruchiyo. This revelation leads me to believe that my daughter will, without a doubt, grow up to become a private person.
I am contemplating the idea of visiting Kazutora in prison along with my daughter. Despite their striking resemblance, there have been constant remarks from others claiming that she resembles Senju, which is quite obvious. Out of the blue, a sudden recollection emerges as I remember the words that Haruchiyo had shared with Y/n many years ago. It was revealed that he had a former partner who, due to betrayal, was ultimately responsible for his demise.
I immediately informed Y/n that the person he was referring to as a traitor was specifically Mucho, rather than just any unidentified person, as soon as I overheard him discussing this for the first time.
Hinata and Yuzuha frequently emphasize that I am blind because I chose to remain with Haruchiyo despite enduring various forms of abuse. However, their assumptions are far from accurate, as I refuse to allow him a peaceful sleep, particularly since he believe he did not harm my beloved Y/n.
They seized the most valuable things in Y/n's life, and I made a solemn vow prior to the occurrence of the eclipse that I would seek retribution for Mucho's demise on Y/n's behalf.
Haruchiyo Sanzu, who believes he is superior, feels a sense of importance due to Y/n's decision to stay with him. However, the question arises as to who truly lacks insight in this fucked up relationship - is it me, Y/n, or Lili? This situation is quite perplexing and even elicits laughter.
My goal is to fucking kill the living shit out of Sanzu.
As soon as I became aware that our daughter had awakened, I wasted no time in urgently instructing Y/n to take over and attend to her. I firmly insisted, "It's your turn, Y/n!" The last thing I desired was to shoulder the responsibility of caring for Haruchiyo's child, so it was imperative that I return this body to its rightful owner before our daughter suffered from starvation.
Bonten's Warehouse.
Sanzu, while opening a bottle of beer, initiated a conversation by stating the current inventory: "At present, we have an armament consisting of 500 grenades, 50 missiles, and 10 RPGs. However, our deliberation remains regarding whether we should account for the gun as well." Eagerly awaiting Mikey's response, Sanzu took a sip from his beer. Mikey, also enjoying his drink, enthusiastically concurred with Sanzu's suggestion: "Indeed, let us include the gun as well. Open the crate and proceed with the counting." Expressing his excitement, Mikey couldn't help but drum his feet on the ground.
"Why don't we opt for purchasing fresh firearms in lieu of engaging in the tedious task of inventorying them?" pondered Kakucho, extending his hand towards the beer can and adeptly prying it open with his teeth. Nonchalantly, he voiced his opinion, "In any case, we ought to consider acquiring replacements; our current arsenal may require an upgrade," he uttered as he took a long sip of the cold beverage.
Sanzu concurred with Kakucho's proposal, their eyes briefly meeting as they shared a mutual understanding. "Indeed, I will procure fresh firearms for us, although that is not the primary focus," Sanzu responded, sensing the weight of Mikey's impatience. Clicking his tongue in frustration, Mikey firmly grasped his weapon and aimed it directly at Sanzu's forehead.
Mikey, in a rush, declared that he had a meeting scheduled with their recently acquired supplier that evening. Without bothering to turn his gaze towards his faithful dogs, he stormed out of the room.
Sanzu's fury surged as he gritted his teeth and glared at Kakucho, exclaiming with a venomous tone, "Fuck you Kakucho. Don't ever talk to me." The intensity of his anger was so overwhelming that he nearly resorted to physically assaulting Kakucho, desiring to deliver a blow to his face. What infuriated Sanzu even more was the fact that he was on the brink of losing consciousness due to Mikey's relentless grasp, yet Kakucho callously remained by their side, observing their plight with an indifferent demeanor, as if they were mere performers in a spectacle.
"Yeah," Sanzu was on the verge of losing his temper and could feel his fist inching closer and closer to connecting with Kakucho's face in a forceful blow.
The door swung open, unveiling the presence of Hajime and the Haitani brothers. Hajime, with a constant and incessant rotation of his eyes, directed his attention towards Rindou. Meanwhile, Ran, observing the scene unfold, was deeply appalled by the immaturity displayed by Hajime and his brothers.
"Should we really ignore the death of Senju, Sanzu?" Ran deliberately avoided making eye contact with the others as Kakucho brought up the topic of Senju's demise. Deep down, they all sensed an unsettling aura surrounding Senju's death, as it seemed to be an inexplicable and unexpected loss unlike any they had encountered before in their lifetime.
"According to Takeomi, Senju's case should be ignored as it is deemed insignificant," Sanzu exclaimed as he angrily discarded his beer can and nervously tapped his shoes. "She is no longer alive, rendering us unable to take any further action."
Rindou expressed his disbelief by exclaiming, "How can you be so heartless?! How can you claim that this girl is your sister? How can you even sleep at night knowing you didn't give her the justice she fucking deserve? How can you-" With that, Rindou walked to Sanzu as a display of his disapproval, he promptly tightened his grip around Sanzu's collar and delivered a cogent punch across his face.
Rindou's strong aversion towards men who mistreat their sisters was evident in this act of aggression. In an attempt to diffuse the escalating tension, Ran intervened and sternly commanded, "That's enough, Rindou." Taking matters into his own hands, he firmly grasped his younger brother's hair and forcefully dragged him out of the room, reminiscent of how one would handle a misbehaving dog or a formidable crocodile.
"Keep away from their family affairs, Rindou, or else I will snap your neck," threatened Rindou's older brother with a menacing tone. Demonstrating resilience, Rindou swiftly rose from his seat, deftly brushing off his sibling's firm grip from his collar, and made a determined stride forward without casting a single glance behind him.
Musashi Shrine.
Mikey deceived the members of Bonten by providing false information regarding his upcoming meeting with the new supplier this evening. Gazing down from his higher vantage point, he reflects on the time when he held absolute authority over every single member that comprised Toman. A flood of reminiscences inundates his mind, as he finds himself re-living the moments he reigned as the esteemed president of Toman.
When the sound of his approaching footsteps reached his ears, he instinctively tilted his head back, a gesture that implied a mixture of surprise and anticipation. The man he was hearing, who had once fulfilled the role of caregiver and had poured his unconditional love into him, instantly occupied his thoughts.
"Ryuguji?" Mikey's voice emanated an icy chill this time around, exhibiting a heightened intensity that left no room for frivolity.
"Sano." Although Draken maintains his typical expression and tone while interacting with Mikey, internally he harbors an intense desire to voice his thoughts, hoping that his words will prompt Mikey to seriously reconsider the choices he has made in life.
They were strangers again.
"I guess you came here because you got in trouble?" Mikey squinted his eyes in response to Draken's words. The regret of encountering Draken overwhelmed him in this very moment, for he had not anticipated being confronted with such profound and unsettling truths.
"It's not just about Sanzu; it's also about our sister." Draken expressed disapproval by making a clicking sound with his tongue while forcefully clutching onto Mikey's shirt and delivering a cogent blow with his fist.
"You promised us you would take care of Y/n, and now what?" Mikey's mind was incessantly haunted by the echoing phrases of Draken, persistently resounding within his thoughts, much akin to the haunting memory of Emma's untimely demise that had plagued him in the past.
"Mitsuya and I tried to take her away from you!" Mikey barely registered the impact of another blow striking his cheek, his senses dulled from the relentless assault. The pain coursing through his body went unnoticed as he had become desensitized to it. Furthermore, the words uttered by Draken were not mere opinions or speculation but indisputable truths, adding an additional weight to the situation.
"Ken-chin." Mikey's gaze shifted downwards, his throat tightening as he swallowed deeply. He had made a solemn commitment to Kazutora, pledging to find help with the former members Toman. However, the idea of being fully prepared, as it once did, no longer had a place in his personal lexicon.
"Ken-chin, the situation is becoming increasingly dire! She ate Senju, and now I fear who might be next in line. Will it be other innocent people?" Mikey's eyes welled up with tears, evident in every corner, while he clenched his hands tightly and directed his gaze towards Draken.
"What do you mean she ate Senju?" Draken's speech faltered as he anxiously peered towards the large tree, where the remaining members of the Toman gang were concealed. With unity, they emerged from their hiding spot, exuding an unwavering determination to confront the imminent threat posed by Manjiro.
Mitsuya inquired composedly, with his hands discreetly tucked into his pocket, questioning Mikey if Senju was the sole person affected by their actions. The essence of this conversation was akin to the customary exchange witnessed between members of Toman, reminiscent of the past encounters they had shared.
"The woman that Sanzu is involved with becomes the primary target of Y/n's first act of vengeance," Seishu contemplated, deepening his frown as his gaze shifted towards Draken. Suddenly, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Filled with a surge of enlightenment, Seishu raised his voice to ensure that his revelation reached the ears of everyone present.
"What if Y/n, Lili, or Marga committed the act of killing Senju and the maid due to their intense attachment to Sanzu's hands? Perhaps it involved some scandalous behavior, you know?" Seishu's viewpoint was agreed upon by everyone present.
"From what I can recall, Lili possesses a deep fascination for consuming human flesh, displaying a rather disturbing proclivity. On the other hand, Marga seems to derive a twisted pleasure from the act of dismembering humans, exhibiting a chilling inclination towards violence. Lastly, Y/n appears to grapple with a debilitating condition known as obsessional love disorder, which manifests as an intense and uncontrollable fixation on someone or something." But it was Peh Yan's words that held the utmost significance.
The information shared by Peh Yan left everyone astonished and their eyes widened in disbelief. It was difficult for them to fathom the fact that Y/n, who appeared innocent, actually had two hidden personalities within her.
Yoyogi Park, Shibuya City, Tokyo, Japan.
The effecacious gust of wind wrapped itself around the exposed skin of each person at the park, creating a tingling sensation. Amidst this delightful weather, the atmosphere was filled with the joyous sound of laughter from various people. Excited children could be seen and heard scurrying about, engaging in playful activities. Meanwhile, adults were engrossed in capturing precious moments through the lens of their cameras, cherishing the opportunity to preserve these cherished memories.
Y/n and Yuzuha engrossed themselves in a deep conversation, sharing their experiences as mothers. Yuzuha, being an experienced mother, kindly offered Y/n valuable advice on nurturing and caring for a child.
Yuzuha curiously inquired "So, how are you and Sanzu?" Meanwhile, Y/n lovingly stroked Kali's cheek, their heart filled with joy at the mere thought of Sanzu being an incredibly affectionate father to their precious daughter. After observing the tears welling up in Kara's eyes, Yuzuha's concern heightened as she pondered whether her friend might be experiencing a sense of being utterly inundated or perhaps grappling with an assortment of emotions.
Yuzuha tenderly caressed Y/n's cheek, expressing her genuine surprise as she voiced, "I have never witnessed such caring gestures like what Sanzu is showing to our daughter, from my own father." With a warm smile, Yuzuha's affection radiated towards Y/n.
Their close friendship stems from the fact that they have never encountered such situations before, hence they share a laugh. Yuzuha used to flee from Taiju in the past, as Y/n would struggle to grasp the concept in her homework assignments.
Y/n had experienced instances in which she faced physical abuse from her father due to her connection with Keisuke, who assisted her in secretly leaving the house late at night, around 12AM. This was prompted by the sudden disappearance of Yuzuha, likely caused by Hakkai's involvement.
Out of the blue, Yuzuha inquired, "Could that possibly be Sanzu?" prompting Y/n to turn her head and observe the pink-haired man standing alongside a woman with short hair, who cradled a baby in her arms. Yuzuha squinted her eyes, attempting to confirm whether it was indeed Sanzu accompanied by another woman.
The overwhelming cries of Kali threw Y/n into a state of panic, leaving her uncertain of how to handle the situation if she were to discover Sanzu with someone else or attending to their crying child. Consequently, Y/n's emotions and thoughts started to grow irksome, as the surrounding voices grated on her nerves.
Without contemplating the consequences, Y/n burst out, "Stop crying for heaven's sake!" The outburst captured the attention of everyone in the park, causing them to shamelessly gaze at Y/n and whisper about her terrible motherhood skills. They criticized how unworthy she was of being blessed with a child and what an inadequate mother she was for mistreating her daughter. As the minutes ticked by, Y/n's hands trembled, her anxiety mounting with each passing second, pushing her dangerously close to losing control. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared deeply into Kali's golden orbs.
She tenderly planted a kiss on Kali's forehead and continued to sway her gently. "I'm sorry, baby," she whispered into her daughter's ear, before finally turning her attention back to where Sanzu and the other woman conversed as if they were a couple. Y/n summoned the strength within her to resist breaking down in the presence of these judgmental onlookers.
As she observed Sanzu laughing with the woman, playfully pinching their son's cheek, she found herself taken aback. She had never entertained the thought of such a situation, as she believed that she and Sanzu were meant to be together. Her gaze shifted down to her daughter, who persistently reached out for her cheek. A smile formed on Y/n's face as she envisioned Kali and Sanzu, enjoying themselves in her imagination.
"All i ever wanted was to feel special and chosen"
Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
Before opening Y/n Hanemiya's file case, I prepared myself by taking a deep breath. Despite her innocent appearance, my intuition told me that there was more to her story. Initially, I had doubted Takeomi's claim that their maid, Maria Cortez, was the true culprit in their household.
There was something about Y/n that felt off, compelling me to further investigate her life.
As I opened the file, my heart raced with anticipation. How could someone so young be involved in such a heinous act? This situation differed from Kazutora's case, as based on Takemichi's account the previous night, he would never stoop to such levels.
"Naomi!" I urgently called out her name, not one person around me had taken a thorough look into this case. It was truly unsettling that no one had taken the initiative to place her in custody.
"This case was closed six years ago, Naoto. Why are we bringing it up again?" Naomi questioned, causing me to roll my eyes and click my tongue in frustration. As a detective, it was our duty to not let a case like this slip through our fingers.
"So what?" I stood up, forcefully pulling the whiteboard down and grabbing my pen.
"Six years ago, an incident occurred in the Hanemiya residence at approximately midnight. I was fifteen at the time, while Y/n was eighteen. The police concluded that Mrs. Hanemiya was killed by Mr. Hanemiya, and subsequently, Mr. Hanemiya took his own life," I explained, taking a deep breath and scanning my team to ensure they were attentively listening.
"However, as time passed, I uncovered evidence that suggested all the crimes committed that night were actually orchestrated by Y/n Hanemiya herself." I tapped my shoes restlessly and forcefully slammed my hand against the whiteboard.
"Mr. Hanemiya did not kill anyone that night; it was his own daughter, Y/n Hanemiya, who ruthlessly murdered them."