𝟐𝟏 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 → 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘮.

15 (m/s) places.

Places.

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You had called your best friend and let her know of the events that happened the day prior before leaving your expensive condo and heading down to your condo's underground parking area. The type of condo you had allowed you to store whatever quantity of cars you had in its own large, luxurious garage.

Unlocking the door of your private car-park, you enter and immediately begin contemplating on what car you wanted to take.

You looked at your midnight purple Nissan Skyline R34; it sat shiny and sleek. You then looked over at your red Mercedes GLE 350de Coupe; it sat perfectly in its place. Finally, you looked over at your baby-blue Nissan Skyline R36- still contemplating.

Looking at the 3 hooks that were situated to the left side of your garage, without an afterthought, you grabbed your Mercedes-Benz keys and unlock the door of the car.

You step into your large car and prepared yourself to meet Seijoh.

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Rolling up to the tune shop, you spot The Seijoh 3 conversing whilst smoking cigars. Dressed in baggy grey jeans and an oversized t-shirt, you step out of the car in your Jordan 4's, and walk over to them who were stood by the entrance of the tune shop.

Alerted by your presence, they looked at you, registering who you were.

Hajime fixed his posture, eyeing you down, as the other two did the same.

"Why the fuck this bitch here?" You heard Hanamaki not so discreetly mutter.

"Sly told me to come here for extra information or some shit, apologies if I'm unwanted here, I simply do not care," you say simultaneously grabbing a big stack of cash from your shoulder purse.

You extend the money-filled hand towards the trio, trying to appease them.

"This is for Cypher, put it towards whatever you want that has to do with him. Take this as my peace offering—"

In a moment the cash was slapped out of your hands and dispersed onto the ground, blowing with the wind.

"Fuck your shitty peace offering, it's not going to bring Tooru back," Hajime spat.

"Get the fuck out of here, if Kita hadn't sent you I would've killed you, fucking bitch," he continued.

"We're not killing anyone, Iwaizumi-san," a sudden voice spoke from behind you.

Osamu came into view, a cigarette between his fingers as he stood tauntingly amongst them.

Issei met his eyes, a smirk planted on his lips.

"Let's not start trouble," he continued.

With a huff, Hajime entered the building, his 2 friends close behind, while you and Osamu followed.

"Why are you here?" You ask.

"Why would a'want my girl to go to Seijoh alone?"

He didn't mean for that to come out, it seemed his heart was speaking for him instead.

"Oh," you sucked in a breath and met his eyes.

"I'm not your's Osamu," you reminded him.

"Yet," he said before walking ahead of you.

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Now sitting on couches in the staffroom, you break the silence.

"So, what is it that I don't know?" You probe.

Dropping the anger he once had, and taking on a more mature demeanor, Hajime speaks up.

"Firstly, it was a setup. Cypher inviting you to the party was a setup. You were meant to die a bit later on after my gang killed off Sakusa and Kimori," he says.

"I'm sure you've heard the audio with Sakusa agreeing to let Inarizaki take your life," he continued.

You nod before looking over at Osamu, skeptical.

"Why haven't you guys killed me yet?"

Osamu rivals your questioning glare with a soft one.

"To help ya get the revenge on Sakusa ya' secretly want." What he wanted to be honest.

The other 3 guys look at Osamu knowing full well his statement wasn't true. But this was all a game and they were participating. Why would they want to lose their place?

"Yea," you attempted to make yourself believe it.

"Of course I do."