I like the dark room. I like his angry eyes.
The skeletons in his closet give me butterflies.
I didn't try to run and now I'm paying the price,
But what to do, father? This prison feels like paradise.
He treats me so well, he's always so nice!
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A/N: beware. its a triple update because it's our king's birthday! ;)
also. confession:
i was wandering around wattpad some weeks ago (say, september) and saw a couple of users complaining how they find it a little weird and annoying when authors reply to their comments because then more 'important' notifications get moved down and they lose track of those because of this author replying "so much". somehow i felt a little conscious since its my habit to do that too...and ever since then its been a while since i have had the courage to reply to ur comments even though i love to. because i began to think maybe everyone thinks like that? personally whenever authors replied to me i always found it so heartwarming..but. idk i just tend to overthink a bit. what are ur opinions? do u like it when authors engage w you?
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A bounty on Hansen Charles' head in Mexico.
A bounty on Arashi Mai's head in Japan.
If things didn't already suck.
Mai asked what if her father sought to punish her children for her crimes..
You know what Yakuza leaders do with their little cronies when they mess up? Yubitsume.
You mess up. They just look at you a certain way and next thing you know, you're reaching for a blade, kneeling down in front of Oyabun, and cutting off your pinkie in honour of Oyabun's authority.
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That's when you have already pledged your loyalty to the clan as an outsider, you drink sake with the leader and become one with the ring, and so, today it's incumbent upon you to uphold the values within the yakuza system as one of them that you give them your pinkie.
But here, Oyabun Ryuujin isn't just a regular leader of a regular Yakuza.
And what he was, no search engine could provide you with any information for. Ever.
There were weird legends and rumours surrounding him like the biting cold breeze lingers in the air after a vicious blizzard.
Threatening to freeze your lungs over and suffocate you to death.
