"You're leaving for a month?"
Rindou leaned against the pool table, huffing a puff of the cigarette on his hand. His gaze was directed towards Sanzu who was holding a gun on his hand, smiling menacingly towards the blindfolded men on the side.
"A month or so, I'm not really su-"
His words were cut off when one of the men dropped to the ground, begging for his life to be spared. "Please, forgive me! I have a wife and a daughter waiting at home!"
Glaring at him, Sanzu walked closer to his position, grabbing him forcefully by his chin, "If you listen close enough, you can hear the sound of me not caring." He threw the man on the ground, kicking him by his stomach, "How dare you interrupt me while I'm speaking."
A gunshot was heard.
The man laid on the ground, unresponsive. He was shot in the head of course there was no way surviving that. Feeling satisfied with his actions, Sanzu dusted off the small bits of blood that got on his clothes, muttering a small "Tch!" sound as he walked away.
It was another normal day in Bonten. This was how they usually took care of their matters. Cold-blooded murder.
He motioned for one of his men to clean up the mess, the body of the man immediately shoved in a body bag to be tossed somewhere in the road. That was the fate of all those who cross with Bonten. Not even their bones can return safely to their family.
"Ahh, my clothes got dirty again. Damn, I have somewhere to go after this," he muttered, visibly annoyed by what happened. "Ahh, such a classic. Ever so brutal, aren't we?"
Rindou whistled at him teasingly, "You got a new bitch, Sanzu? Is that why you're taking a month off?" He was smirking at him slyly, positioning his pool cue to hit the balls on the table.
He loosened his necktie, took off his top and sat on a nearby couch, relaxing his body. Pouring a couple of pills on his hands, he swallowed all of them in one go, his body reacting to the substance he took. Ah, it was indeed what he needed after a long day of bathing in blood.
It was a necessity. A guilty pleasure he couldn't stop. He was addicted.
But now, someone else was also making him addicted. Haru.
Sanzu remained quiet for a second, his demeanor changing into a serious one, "She's not my bitch." He said it so seriously that Rindou couldn't believe that he was the one saying it. Was she special to him?
He gave a lazy grin in response, "Oh my, perhaps the mighty Sanzu had fallen in love?"
Love? He scoffed at his words. A person like him wasn't capable of love anyway. The idea of love itself was absurd for him, something he would never want to be involved with. It was a poison. Making people do dumb sacrifices, making people choose the wrong decisions. He couldn't afford to bet on the game of love.
The only thing he could do best was gambling at a casino, not in love.
"Tch, as if. I'm just playing with her for a bit."
"Hmm~ let's see the results after a month then," Rindou teased him, circling over him as if he was some sort of bee. "How does she look? Is she pretty? Can I see a picture? What's her name? Is she rich?"
Annoyed of all the chatter that he was hearing, he slapped his face away from him, earning a groan from him. "You're so mean, Sanzu!" He complained, clutching the part of his face that got hit. "Stop asking useless questions, dumbass. Anyway, I'm going now. Take care of my job for a month, I'll just go and tell Mikey."
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𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨
Fanfic❝𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.❞ ───── ───── Sanzu, one of Japan's most wanted criminals, found himself stuck together with a peculiar girl who offered a contract with him. A good one at that. In an ordeal he couldn't solve with...