Lords

XI

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Hit the heart, and one is sure to fall.
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There was a knock on the door.

I caught a glimpse of her black hair. She peeked inside. Her smile bringing a smile to my face.

"Kiyoko!" I wanted to get up and hug her.

She waved at us. "How are you keeping up?" It would have been so much better if I had just broken my wrists.

She was wearing some simple jeans and a shirt, her hair tied in a simple messy bun.

There was another knock, Tanaka came behind her. Wherever Kiyoko was, Tanaka wasn't far behind.

"Hey, Tanaka." He smiled at me, I knew little about Tanaka. Just that he liked Kiyoko. Iwaizumi seemed to know more about Tanaka.

"I'm doing okay, I guess. Nothing special, it's boring in here." I noted.

She laughed. What a soft and elegant sound. While I sounded like a dying donkey.

If she were the one to propose to me, I would accept her with no hesitation. Everything about her was perfect. She had no flaws, anyone could fall in love with her in an instant.

"That's how hospitals are. After your all better we should go out to eat. Alone." She seethed, looking at Iwaizumi with murderous eyes.

She turned towards him. She was almost at eye level with him.

Before I knew it, Iwaizumi was grabbing his face. I gasped, it had all happened so quickly.

"Idiota! Dónde diablos estabas!? Mira como esta!" She snapped. Iwaizumi stood up straight again. He just took it.

Translation: "Idiot! Where the fuck were you at? Look at her!"

She had just slapped the biggest mafia leader in Miami and had no shame in it. That's power right there. What a perfect woman.

Iwaizumi didn't respond. He just stood there looking at her. "Thank you for doing it for me, Kiyoko. If I did it with one of these, I would've broken his entire face. And we don't want that for the wedding, do we?" Iwaizumi looked at me with a scared expression.

She looked at me confused. Taking her attention off of Iwaizumi. "What wedding?" She glared back at Iwaizumi.

I wanted to fight her. See how powerful she really was. I wanted to feel her strength. A perfect woman like her had to be strong.

"Four months and we're getting married." I informed her.

She didn't look pleased.

The look she gave Iwaizumi was terrifying. How many times has she given someone that look? How many times did she do it before she perfected it on this level? No one would ever mess with her like that.

Iwaizumi flinched. I wanted to laugh, but this wasn't the right time.

The loud snap of a slap. My mouth fell open. She did it again.

"Que no te avergüenza? Forzarla? Ella te odiará, no creo que quieras eso, verdad?" I looked at Iwaizumi, he was at his breaking point. I didn't understand what she meant by he didn't want that, Iwaizumi doesn't care about what I think.

Translation: "Are you not ashamed? Forcing her? She's going to hate you, and I don't think you want that right?"

Tanaka tugged at her arm. He shook his head; he knew that if she kept going, Iwaizumi was going to break.