𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 (𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪)

chapter twenty-five.

1975, present.

song for this chapter: remember vito andolini - nino rota

celebrations in the inarizaki gang were not uncommon. in fact, their gang was known for them.

the family and friends (whoever was left, really) was gathered in the mansion, all celebrating rintarou's 'promotion' if you could ever call it that. there was beautiful women, many other well-known gangs as well as other dons. nekoma went, as well as date tech and fukurodani. all gangs are well-rounded with inarizaki. a lot of them knew marie which was partially the reason why they were all invited.

y/n didn't see rintarou for a while now, and she missed him so much. so much words couldn't express it. she was kept in her bedroom with marie, because the older woman didn't want her to know the news just yet. marie also didn't want y/n to know what the party was for, but she was bounded to find out. cleaning the younger woman up, she grabbed a dress out of the closet for her to put on.

"what is that ruckus downstairs? i barely got a glimpse of what was going on." y/n asked, typing the dress onto her figure. marie stilled, and let out a sigh, brushing through her hair.

"it's for rintarou."

"rintarou? why?"

"you'll find out." she said, making her way out of the bedroom. y/n was confused, brushing down dust from her outfit and putting some jewelry on herself. the ruffles on the shoulder went well with her body, and after finally getting ready, she made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

glasses filled with dark and clear liquid adorned all of the tables, and many people were scattered all around the living room. she crossed her arms and made her way to wear shinsuke was, one of the only people she actually has made nice with these past few years. well, besides infiltrating 2-3 gangs 3 years ago, nothing too bad.

"shinsuke." y/n greeted, nodding her head and the former don greeted her back. though she didn't know that yet.

"y/n, you should meet these 4. don tetsurou and don koutarou," the man gestured to the raven-haired male and the one with spiked hair, "as well as their consiglieres, kenma kozume and keiji akaashi," the man gestured to 2 people with monotone expressions, one with dyed hair and the other with piercing aqua eyes. kenma gave her a nod, but keiji couldn't help but stare a little longer.

for him, it was as if time had stopped. of course, y/n was an incredibly attractive individual; everyone with a brain knew that. but this, was more than beauty. sure, keiji had come across many lovely ladies but her... it was something slightly out of place. not in a bad way, of course. just foreign. 

"y/n l/n." she greeted, the dulcet voice making a small blush erupt to the man's face. the 4 greeted her back, and she began to easily make small talk with the 3- no, 2 dons there. 

and while keiji couldn't help but feel just a tad jealous, another man's gaze was shooting daggers in the consigliere's back. the same gaze with woman trying to chat him up, filling his ears with boring chatter.

rintarou gritted his teeth.

a/n: this is kinda short but build up is happening i promise