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❝i am the God

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❝i am the God.❞

JAMMED THE FOYERS ARE THE FOLKS YOU'VE NEVER ONCE affiliated with in your long term of disappearance at the most densed district of Japan

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JAMMED THE FOYERS ARE THE FOLKS YOU'VE NEVER ONCE affiliated with in your long term of disappearance at the most densed district of Japan. The halls freed itself from their stampede, the placidity is vicious as it whipped every sole person in it's comfort and borders, the walls pigmented itself in translucent colors — one that caused you cecity from it's luminance.

The people arriving never once peered at you nor question how placid you are, they have no apparent idea who you are either but the most common people around knew themselves that it was you who was afflicted the most from this sudden news of your best friend's death.

The serene ambiance is deafening, merely because the silence is irksome for you. In a languid pace, the sepulture ceremony passed by your eyes, you can't even count the sighs you let out. Whilst you're just there standing on the side of the foyers, your back leaned flat towards the algid cement as you were just quietly staring at your childhood friend's smiling figure concealed in the frame above his casket.

You have no emotions visible in your face as you were too busy pondering and ascertaining what just happened and why you are lying there all unnerving. It's vague enough for you to comprehend neither to anyone that he's dead but everyone present inside the room excluding those who don't know you were all wary that it was you who's secretly grieving about it the most.

You stared at him from a distance. His paled yet quiet expression passed translucently into the thin glass of his casket. He looks innocent, composed, and angelic, a little bit different from the usual perverted, noisy, and skittish behavior of his. He looks diverse from his usual demeanor and that's why everyone except for the uninvited secretly mourns for the unforeseen death of their colleague, bestfriend, gangmate, and family; Hanagaki Takemichi.

After receiving the news of losing your best friends, Tachibana Hinata and Tachibana Naoto, years ago from an unforeseen incident in their district, now you're also facing the lost of your childhood friend because of a certain organization that even your past friends' doesn't want to talk about nor tell you. They were frightened by your approach, saying things that they don't want to perish yet, that they don't want to pry into this matters of yours.

"I'm giving you my condolences, y/n."

Your thoughts popped, gazes shifted to the one who called you. Dressed in a corporate attire, his cream and black hair weaved with the cold waft whilst his tangerine eyes sparked a glint of dullness and flatness towards you. His lips are curving into an obnoxious grin and for some reason, it made you irk. There again he is with the usual demeanor, looking like he did nothing towards you a few years ago.

Nevertheless, he looks pleased and frolic as he straight up stood beside you like he doesn't concern himself much about what's happening and only came for the agenda of seeing you. Why is he even here in the first place?

Hanma Shuji, the man who keeps on following your silhouette for whatever reason he has.

"I don't wanna be rude but why the fuck are you here?" You spat, eyes firing a detrimental glimpse of abhorrence towards the man. That's how you've always been towards him and not to tell that he's pretty much still amazed by your approach sometimes.

The man chuckled, "Is that how you'll greet me after the wild night we shared years ago, y/n?"

Your lips slightly parted, knuckles tightening to show your surprise because of his direct statements yet you cleared your throat since there's no actual way for you to falter down just because of that small taunt. "Shut the fuck up, debauche. Nothing happened between us."

"Chill, okay? I came because I have the intel about what happened to the Tachibanas and to Takemichi but I guess I'll abide by your words, my queen. I'll shut up now." The man said, grinning widely at your direction as if he's teasing your bearings and he actually did succeed making your patience snapped that instant.

Rolling your eyes, both of your arms crossed over your chest, showing the man that you weren't the least bit intrigued even though you felt the complete opposite of what you're acting. With no obscene expression, you came to ask the man out of sheer perplexity. 

"Tell me, you big fat and ugly man. What or who is the cause of this chaos?" You queried, your mind ascertained the fact that Hanma Shuji isn't just your normal delinquent after all. He has the intel, he knows everything, he has a knack of forming relationships with people and maybe taking that to your advantage wouldn't really afflict him.

"You just told me to shut u—."

"Talk, now." You cut him off, rendering him speechless as your timber's rather commanding and stiff, causing him to cackle all of a sudden when he saw the glint of eagerness in the depths of your e/c eyes. He was pleased to see you like this, to see you completely lose your composure while talking to him.

"Why do you wanna know?" He spat, still wearing that undermining gaze and frolic grin.

"I will bring back hell to whoever did this to them."

"Pardon, milady?" Hanma blinked.

"I said..."

"Tell me who they are or I'll cut your dick right here, right now." You scoffed, not lying between your words.

"Damn, feisty. If you do that, you surely couldn't have my kids anymore!" The man's horselaugh echoed towards the hall's vertex, not caring for the dozen keen peers directed at your place. And you swore your eyes could roll over as many times as you want whenever you're with him, not to count the times where somebody would mention his name out of nowhere. By then, you showed him a scorned gander, "You are definitely wasting my time. Just leave if you don't wanna spill it."

"Holy. Wait! Okay, okay. I'll tell ya if you give me a kiss first." He smirked, a never-ending expression he'll never erase in his frame.

"Fuck you." You grunted and was about to leave when one fleet move of his palm grasping your wrist got your frame shifting towards him once again but this time, both of your bodies were so close.

"Oh, I will." He sneered in a whisper manner, following it with a chuckle when he saw the latter's petrified reaction.

"Will you fucking please—?"

"Okay, okay. I'll tell ya for one condition." He stopped you from squirming.

"What is it again? Stop fucking playing or I'll stab your fucking balls with a fork." You irked.

The side of Hanma's lips perilously curved when you said those whilst his hand went on to fished a cigar in his polo's pocket. Ambling closer towards your place, he leaned closer to the side of your neck before sniffing that similar rosy-priscille ambrosial scent of yours that he was so intoxicated to ever since you fucked with him — the smell of death lingered with you like a slug.

He chuckled by the thought before giving your neck a pygmy lick, making your innards quiver even though you don't have any emotions evident in your face. And with a hot breath fuming in the crook of your skin, you stayed still in your spot without darting him a sole glance because you know that once you do, a new type of something impish might just go struck your back. But what made you stupefied more in place is his choice of words.

"Let me help you with your plans and as for compensation, all I want is you and your body. Let's share another hot and wild night, Miss L/n."

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