🚨 Izana himself is a warning of danger. 🚨
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The employee came at Izana's request and took their orders. They didn't make the same order as the previous one, taking advantage, Y/N also made an order for her family and her boyfriends.
While they were immersed in the conversation and enjoying the delicious sweets and coffees that were served, the song Non, je ne regrette rien in the mythical voice of Edith Piaf vibrated sweetly in the background.
The door bell rang to announce that a new customer had appeared. However, and unfortunately, it appears that beings of supernatural annihilation emerge when summoned. That person walks in when Y/N and Miyo start choking on their delicious sweets. Stammering, Y/n pulls Miyo's arm and murmurs with urgency evident in her voice.
“ The school girl gossipy has arrived. Let’s hide under the table.”
“Shit! She saw us. Fuck! Fuck!”
Miyo curses uncontrollably, praying to the gods that that person doesn't see them or fall into a puddle of spilled coffee and break her leg, and even her arm.
Their pulse quickens in terror as the girl approaches them. Every second is agonizing, as they pull against each other, trying to think of how to escape the gossipy girl.
Time passes slowly, only making their premature deaths worse, the girl greets some acquaintances as she passes, soon after posing her eyes on the two girls scared like puppies when they see Cruella DeVil.
She walks through the cafe in elegant and confident steps, Y/N pulls out the shopping bags and places her on the other side of her, giving the girl space to sit next to her. Florence sits next to Y/N, wearing fake Gucci clothes.
Normally, Y/N isn't so critical about these things, but she wants nothing more than to belittle the girl for having the audacity to look prim and proper, looking down like she's better than the pink eyed girl, exuding an aura of pure arrogance. Miyo, sitting across from her, watches the interaction and furrows her eyebrows, in irritation.
"Hi!"
She says with a big smile, her lips painted a scary red.
Since she traveled abroad, her deodorant did little to mask the unpleasant smell under her arms.
Y/N notices the change from an excess of artificial material to natural fragrance that is heavier and more oppressive, making it difficult to breathe. Instead of a smell of lemon disinfectant, Y/N now notices a nauseating floral aroma and remnants of a sour smell caused by the summer heat. It evokes the image of sour withered petals.
Miyo looks with pity at Y/N for sitting next to Florence and from where she is, she can smell the nauseating smell. Imagine next to her.
" Hi!"
The two girls respond in unison, the discomfort still lodged in the table.
Y/N shudders when she sees Florence's contact lenses, a purple color that looks like it was poorly manufactured because, she could see her dark iris around the outside of the lens and dark spots on her iris mixed with the purple color of her lens on the inside.
Fraudulence suits Florence well. Just like creating fake news and sensationalism.
They wonder if there is a snake the color of Florence's eyes. The same hidden obsidian color, masked by her purple contacts.
Florence frowns, an expression of false sympathy shines across her face.
"I'm so sad about what I just learned” - she continues - “Akari, the poor thing, is very depressed.”
Miyo and Y/N raise their eyebrows in intrigue as they continue to look at her.
" What?"
"What are you saying?"
"She is taking very strong medication for this.”
Florence gestures her hands extravagantly.
"It's very deep. She is in very bad shape.”
"Why is she depressed? Isn’t she dating?” Y/N asks softly, narrowing her eyes slightly in suspicion.
“There could be many reasons for this.” - She takes a macaron from Miyo's plate, as if it belonged to her, before biting into it. Florence purposely delays the continuity of the story to create an atmosphere of suspense - “I think it could be cheating.” she says in false disappointment, her lips protrude forward forming a donkey pout showing her large teeth dirty with macaron filling.
Y/N and Miyo exchange looks, confused. Miyo feels an itch on her tongue as she looks at Florence's dirty teeth, a need to say that she eats like a pig and that she still dares to show those horse teeth.
Some crumbs fall onto the tablecloth and others stick to the corner of Florence's lips. Y/N grimaces in disgust as she sideways watches Florence wipe her lips with a napkin while waving her right hand vigorously.
"So flashy.”
“I have reliable sources. They never make mistakes.” She states enthusiastically.
"Hikaru, her boyfriend, is not as innocent as everyone thinks” - Florence innocently draws indecipherable shapes with her finger on the table cloth, her acrylic nail was huge. And both Y/N and Miyo wonder how she wipes her ass - “Everyone knows what happened with Hikaru and Ana, from 2C. I don't want to say anything. But, everything happened in front of everyone. Everyone saw it, including Akari. And… I think she wanted revenge and ended up with another man.”
Y/N choked on her coffee as Miyo hands her the napkin.
“I still don't know who he is,” she laughs to soften the blow.
Florence sighs and opens her mouth again, she monopolizes the entire conversation, making Y/N and Miyo mentally thank the gods for not asking anything about them. Everyone at school knows that she is a gossip on duty.
"My family will give me a trip to Spain. I told my parents that I wanted to use my vacation to visit the city that gave me my name.”
Florence looked smug with a proud smile tracing her lips. Y/N and Miyo blink and exchange glances again while pressing their lips together to prevent laughter from escaping after what they heard. The black haired girl kicks Y/N's leg under the table when she realizes her friend is going to laugh.
" Ouch."
" What it was?" Florence asks.
“I think I hit my leg on the table.” Y/N dissemblers as she massages where she was kicked.
"I think Florence is in Italy.”
"Don't be ridiculous, Miyo. Florence is in Spain.”
"You two are so funny,” she laughs as she speaks.
They couldn't believe what just came out of the girl's mouth. Y/N swears she heard laughter from the booth behind her, she tries to hold back her laughter by diverting her thoughts to another place. However, Miyo accidentally lets out a laugh and tells a joke she remembered to cover it up.
"Why are you in Japan?”
"No. I will be in Spain, where Florence is.”
Guffaws are heard behind them along with the thumping of hands on the table of hands on the table. Y/N pinched her thigh to contain the laughter that wants to come out so badly. Florence looks at Y/N and she retreats, unable to bear looking at her contact lenses as she brushes her nail against the cloth to hide her discomfort and shakes her leg anxiously mentally wishing the girl gossipy would go away.
"Fuck! She doesn't realize we don't want her here. Go away!"
“I see you guys went shopping. I didn’t know you had money to spend on designer clothes, Mitsuya?” she asks in an innocent tone.
Her pink eyes widened in disbelief, she felt embarrassed that the person next to her was blatantly labeling her as poor to her face.
But nothing should be expected from a person like Florence. A futile human being who likes to create intrigue by spreading gossip about people's lives without bothering to look at her own navel.
Y/N felt a pang of bitterness towards Florence for making her feel so embarrassed.
And in the booth behind them, Izana was furious. He can't contain his anger, his fist clenched so hard that his nail dug into his palm, drawing blood, and his pupils contracted to look like a psychopath, a vein strains against the tanned skin of his forehead.
"How dare a damn bitch insult someone as kind as Y/N like that? She doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as my sweet Y/N...mine."
Kakucho and the others look warily at their boss, the fury that Izana tries to contain is palpable and they don't want the white haired man to cause a big commotion inside the coffee shop.
“Izana, stay calm.”
Kakucho spoke softly but with seriousness in his voice. The psychotic orchid eyes with white hair falling in them connected with the two-colored eyes of his servant, poor Kakucho felt a shiver run down his spine just looking at Izana's eyes that looked scary. But before Izana could say anything, a familiar voice interrupted his actions.
'Really, you are so unfiltered. You should care more about your appearance. You look like crap with those contact lenses and your poorly dyed hair. And on top of that, you wear fake branded clothes. What a forger! “
Miyo laughs as she mocks the other girl and continues.
"You have no shame, Florence. You look like a trampled possum. Take a shower, you stink.”
Florence looked shocked, to say the least.
Laughter howled from behind their booth, drawing the attention of other customers and increasing the girl's embarrassment.
With cold eyes and a now explosive temper, Miyo responded sarcastically to her. The black haired girl was already fed up since her meeting with Chizuru previously, and now, another disqualified person shows up to talk shit.
“If you say what you want, you have to hear what you don’t want.”
“ And just to top it off, Florence is in Italy and not Spain, stupid girl. Go study and you’ll earn more in that pea brain of yours instead of gossiping and talking nonsense.”
Her blue eyes burned even more with the anger she felt.
“Never mind, Miyo.”
Y/N said, trying to calm her friend down, not wanting her to waste energy on Florence while lightly squeezing her coffee cup.
Florence struggled to maintain her composure. Her eyes were watery and her face was red and you didn't know if it was from anger or embarrassment.
“You should have already left. Shoo, your presence makes my eyes hurt and I feel suffocated by your smell.”
Miyo raised her hand in disdain, expelling the girl.
Florence swallowed her tears and before leaving she said.
“I truly apologize for my unfriendly attitude.”
With a perfected smile that she perfected, Miyo knew she could easily fool her friend. But she, no. A deceiver, she knew that very well.
“After your outrageous attitude, now you want to pretend to be a saint.”
"Leave before I lose my patience.” Miyo growls.
" Wow! Who got your panties messed up?”
"Fuck you, Y/N”
The two friends exchange looks and start laughing.
Shortly after the troubled departure from Florence, Miyo's cell phone buzzes like a bee in her purse. She took out her cell phone before checking the message she just received. Her eyebrows furrowed, a gleam of concern in her blue eyes made Y/N anxious as she studied her friend's features.
" What happened?"
Miyo looked up from her phone to look at her friend, noticing the concern etched across Y/N's features.
"Mom said she took my dad to the hospital. And she asked me to go.”
The panic settled in her voice.
Y/N's eyes widened realizing how serious what happened to her friend's father could be as she watched the blue eyed girl hurriedly grab her shopping bags before looking back at the lilac-haired girl.
'I'm going. Sorry, Y/N. I’ll text you later.”
"Don't worry about that. I pay for it myself and return home by subway. Go fast! I'm sure your father will get better.”
A feeling of determination and hope emerges with Y/N's words causing Miyo to open a small smile, happy in knowing that she can always count on a loyal friend like Y/N by her side, and lefts the cafe.
As Y/N looked at the retreating figure of her friend through the window on the other side, she couldn't help but feel a sense of distress wash over her.
She knew Miyo's father and the man was a kind and warm person, always enjoying making others laugh. Y/N doesn't want anything bad to happen to him, that man is the pillar of the Saimori family, the joy of the house.
The lilac haired girl gets up before also picking up her bags from the side and leaving.
She passes by Izana's booth, finding only the white haired man smiling at her with his elbow resting on the table, his chin resting on his hand. While Kakucho was silent with his eyes facing the window next to him, sitting in front of him.
The white locks shine with the remaining small rays of sunlight that pass through the window, the tanned man was truly handsome, worthy of being a model for painting or photography.
“I can take you home, Y/N-chan.”
His voice, warm and seductive, like a mermaid casting a spell on the naive sailor, was as deep and cunning as a snake, sending an unknown shiver across her skin.
“Oh! I don't want to bother you, I can go alone.”, she raises her hand and swings it gently, trying to dismiss his offer.
" In no way. I can't let a pretty girl go alone at this hour, and the Haitani would be upset if they knew you didn't get home safely.”
That was a lame excuse. He just wanted her to spend more time with him, and there was nothing better to convince her than playing the wild card, the surname Haitani. Even against his will, it felt like he was spitting venom when he said their surname.
Her cheeks burn, she hesitates a little but then nods her head. Izana stands up smiling before wrapping his arm ever so intimately around her shoulder and subtly pushing her as they walk to the counter where some employees are serving.
Feeling her face burn from his proximity, she could smell the woodsy scent of his men's cologne mixed with the smell of coffee and apple pie, in addition to the heat that his body radiated.
"Let Kakucho pay. Let’s walk to the car.”
She turns her face away with her lips parted in surprise, as it seems he has no conscience about personal space, other than the fact that she would be the one paying.
As he shamelessly brings his face a little closer and stares at her for a few seconds in silence, his eyebrows covered by his white hair. His expression is indecipherable, almost a Mona Lisa smile.
The pink eyes watched attentively as his white hair highlighted the tone of his skin so well, and the strange and unusual orchid eyes that she only saw a few times on some people, are so remarkable and mesmerizing.
This color wasn't very common, just like her eye color.
" Let's go. He will also pick up your order. Don’t worry about anything.”, he says again, showing that damn smile.
"No. I feel like I'm abusing people too much”, she replies with her eyebrows furrowed, not liking to imagine herself as an explorer and gold digger.
"Forget it. Don't care what that stupid, jealous girl said. You have a good friend by your side. And stop frowning, it will make you older."
Izana runs his finger between her eyebrows while his long, thick fingers gently cup her chin.
'Ohhh by the gods!” - she moves away from his contact - “You heard our conversation”, she puts her hands to her mouth in complete shame and disbelief.
"Not only did I listen, I had a good laugh at her stupidity. I don't know how you didn't laugh.”, he smiled with an amused gleam in his eyes.
“I swear I tried not to laugh, it was really hard.”
He chuckled softly as he opened the coffee shop door for her to go through first. As Izana looks at her from the corner of his eye, he also remembers why his heart beats so hard. Y/N is sweet and gentle. In his opinion, she was practically the epitome of human perfection.
Always seeking to please, and although this is her purest trait, it is also her most serious flaw. And for Izana, he is the only one who has the right to take advantage of this.
He swore to himself that he will protect her from anyone who dares to take advantage of her or even do her any harm.
Kakucho pays before grabing Y/N's order, walking away to head towards Izana. He catches up to them walking behind the two. As they approach the car in the mall parking lot, Kakucho steps ahead of them and approaches the car first, unlocking the doors with the key fob beeping. He opens the back door for Y/N to get in and soon after, the passenger door for Izana, but the white haired man denies it saying that he will sit in the back too.
The car starts to move as it travels to her house after she tells him the address even though he already knows where she lives. Izana did her homework very well.
The tanned man leans against the cushion of the seat next to her, his eyelids closed, as a fragrance of rose and cotton penetrates his lungs, which purely makes his body feel lighter.
The yellow lights of streetlights give a silent warning that night has arrived. It wasn't terribly dark yet, but it was dark enough that it wasn't safe.
The night view of Yokohama Minato Mirai was breathtaking, the setting sun painting the sky in orange colors, the Cosmo Clock 21 Ferris wheel emitting bright colorful lights and last but not least, the silhouette of Mount Fuji behind the tall buildings would be a setting worthy of several souvenir photos, the welcome postcard to Yokohama.
When Y/N pressed the buttons on her phone, the clear blue light illuminated her face enough for him to see, she looked ethereal. The night light also highlighted her features beautifully, helping her look heavenly.
Soft music played in the background as Izana watched her, he paid attention to what she was wearing. A light gray pleated skirt that went up to her thighs, leaving them exposed to his predatory eyes, a light white long sleeved blouse, with bare shoulders containing small pieces of lace fabric at the neckline and finally, a light pink strappy sandal.
His eyes wandered minutely to her hair with its ends curled in some places and her face with no makeup, just mascara highlighting her long, dark eyelashes and a simple pink lip.
Everything about her is unique and perfect, from her lilac hair to her toes painted light pink. He notices the blush on her cheeks on her heart-shaped face as her full lips curve into a small smile.
Izana grips his chin, already knowing who she was exchanging messages, a wave of jealousy awakens within him a possessive instinct that takes over his body, making his eyes shine in a dark way.
There was always this barrier between them, and even though she was right next to him, he always felt like she was out of reach. The small affectionate gestures he would like to make, he couldn't, the way he would like to run his fingers through her hair, or the way he would like her to curl up against him, kiss her, he couldn't.
He snaps out of his intrusive thoughts that were urging him to act prematurely, and watches as her hair falls from behind her ear, appearing like a curtain covering the left part of her face. Needless to say, Izana felt greedy and then stretched out his arm and, with his calloused fingers, removed the lilac strands, feeling the softness of the strands, placing them behind her ear, staying a little longer than necessary.
Part of him is relishing it.
He knows that after getting closer to her, he can't go back to the same person he was.
A shiver runs down her spine when cold, calloused fingers brush against her ear, taking away her attention from her cell phone. The female looked first at the tanned arm and then followed it to the white haired man.
His orchid eyes were already on her when she caught him looking. She couldn't deny that his gaze brought goosebumps to her body.
Y/N would be lying if she said she didn't see something akin to affection in his eyes.
“I thought your hair was bothering you.” he said with a seductive smile.
Y/N slowly feels her cheeks heating up, not liking that another man other than Ran and Rindou provokes this reaction. For some reason, she felt the urge to turn away her face and did so, turning her face slightly, and finally his fingers lost contact with the skin of her ear, leaving a ghostly impression.
She lets out an inaudible sigh as she tightens the strap of her bag, feeling nervous at his action, her stomach clenching and twisting in discomfort.
Izana disappointedly purses his lips when she walks away as he watches her look outside the window.
The rest of the trip was silent and Izana didn't make a point of starting a conversation or even hinting at touching her.
Y/N kept her attention focused out the window, even though she could feel the weight of his gaze. She couldn't ignore how he was blatantly staring at her the entire ride back, making her hands shake slightly as she gripped the strap of her bag and gently squeezed her cell phone that kept vibrating.
It didn't take long for his car to stop in front of a housing complex, she sighed with relief at having gotten home.
"Thanks for bringing me, Izana.”, she smiled nervously with her eyes closed.
"There’s nothing to be thankful for. I wouldn't feel good about you coming home alone.”, he carefully studied her features one last time.
Kakucho got out of the car and was already waiting, standing next to her with the door open.
"Good evening Izana.”
She said, as she took the bag from Kakucho's hands before leaving, but not before wishing him good night as well.
Izana's eyes don't leave her, without blinking, as if he was watching over her from afar until she entered her apartment. As soon as she enters, the orchid eyed man looks away from him to where she was previously sitting, there he saw a hair clip that she left behind.
His long and thick fingers gently brushed against the small cherry blossoms encrusted, as he studied the small hairpin attentively, making him find a lilac thread attached to it. A delirious smile crept across his handsome face at the twisted thought that she purposely left it behind for him as he took the clip to his nose, closing his eyes in contentment as he smelled her shampoo.
Izana felt more than ever attracted to Y/N in a way he had never experienced before with any other woman.
The cascade of her lilac hair that resembled lavender flowers invited him to run his fingers through her silky locks, while her full lips seemed irresistible, inviting him to bite and taste the sweetness she exuded. The delicious curves of her body, intentionally accentuated, awakened the irresistible desire to possess her and to explore every inch with a touch that bordered on an insatiable thirst. The deliberate transformation left the white haired man eager to indulge in the intimate fantasies that now danced in his demented mind, driven by an uncontrollable hunger for the woman he longed for.
His groan of frustration falls from his lips as he looks at his obvious erection.
" I need her."
The urgency in Izana's thoughts only further strengthened his determination to steal her from the Haitani and assert a growing desire within him to claim her for his own.
“Fucking crazy”
Kakucho, who was in the driver's seat, thought bitterly as he looked with invisible disgust at his king's disturbing obsession displayed in the rearview mirror.