Killer Stranger || Haitani Ran/OC

prologue

the tall, suited man sat alone on the stool just at the foot of the stairs and before the bar counter, circling his alcohol-filled glass as he amusedly listens to the clinking of his ice despite the blasting, loud music of the club.

he was aware of the eyes that looked at him intently, enlightened ever since his teenage years that everything from his face and body down to his style would simply draw out the most honest parts of human nature—envy, hatred, lust.

he's always down for some fun, but he was a mission-oriented kind of guy, wanting to fulfill his duties first and foremost before he chooses some random whore to bend over after a few drinks. Rin's taking too long, he thought as he puts down his glass, resting his chin on his palm and subtly looking around with a dull expression.

his eyes scan past the dancing crowd, some people just to the point of fucking if it weren't for their clothing in between—which he was kind of in the mood for tonight, he notes. maybe he'll spoil a bitch and take her to a hotel for another round.

he looks at the entrance for any trace of Rindou, eyes darting up to the second floor to see if he'd have any luck there. his brother was just nowhere to be found, causing Ran to drum his fingers on the countertop impatiently.

by chance, or maybe it was destiny telling him who his next victim would be, his disinterested eyes meet hers. she was on the second floor, standing before a table occupied by a guy surrounded by chicks. he raises his brows in mild amusement and surprise when she looks away, turning her attention to the man Ran notes was less attractive than his toenail.

he observes her more, admitting to himself that she wasn't the regular kind of pretty. she wore a purple satin dress that hugged her curves perfectly, teasingly exposing a little of her cleavage—which Ran can no longer see since she had now tightly secured her black coat around her frame. Ran can't help but grin as he immediately stops eye-fucking her, looking her in the eyes mischievously.

she's the kind of pretty Ran wants wrapped around his sheets.

she shoots him a warning glare before turning her attention back to the ugly man Ran would love to shoot just for the fun of it. they were arguing, as he only just noticed now—probably because he was a cheating asshole or something. he slightly shakes his head in disappointment upon seeing her start to cry. she was such a catch, she even managed to captivate me, he thought, but for her to cry over a pig—he was beginning to question her worth.

Ran looks away from her with a click of his tongue, remembering about his brother and the person he was still yet to kill. he's positive he's checked out every nook and cranny from where he sat; Rindou was the problem here. he looks back up at her; she was descending the stairs now, which conveniently, was where he sat by.

should I kill some time?

his question was left unanswered when the said girl trips on her own two feet. he sits idly, staring indifferently at her falling figure.

at the last second, for a reason unclear to him, he stands up and extends his arms to catch her—but in vain. she had quickly gripped the handle, balancing herself on her feet.

Ran could only stare at her dumbfounded when she doesn't spare him so much as a glance and simply walks past him. her scent teased his nose for the shortest time of her passing, intoxicating him with a scent that smelled like sin and need.

he places a hand inside the pocket of his slacks, turning around to watch her from behind as she walks towards the hallway leading to the comfort rooms. she had a nice ass and dark hair that stopped just below her shoulders.

what I would've given for her to have just fallen in my arms.

"why are you smiling like that?" a hand finds its way on Ran's shoulder.

"took you long enough," Ran muses, side-glancing his brother.

"the back alleyway. he jumped through the window."

"ah, how do you know our little Judas won't escape?" Ran smiles as he takes his drink from the countertop, downing it quickly.

"it's been closed up...a dead end," Rindou shortly replies as he sits down on the chair his brother used to occupy. "hurry up so we could leave."

"mm, I'll stick around, go on ahead brother."

Ran pats at his brother's back twice before he makes his way to the hallway where the mystery girl had disappeared into. he wasn't there to play, it's just that the door that led to the back alley was adjacent to where the comfort rooms were. as he passes by the female restroom, he resists the urge to check if she was in there.

+++

she internally curses at her own reflection. not one to sugar things up, she simply looked like shit. her mascara formed black tear-stains on her cheeks and her eyes were puffy. her own appearance made her want to cry some more.

after washing her face and getting rid of all the makeup, she checks her reflection again and was pleased for the most part. there was nothing she could do about her eyes.

just when she was ready to pull her shit together and reapply her makeup, an intrusive thought knocks her off her feet.

what if they'll kill me by tonight?

the only reason she was able to live this long was because her 'boyfriend' was an important figure of the gang her brother had wronged. now that he just broke up with her...she was literal easy prey.

and so, she begins to cry again. with frantic hands, she grabs as much tissue as she can from the dispenser and rushes out the restroom. a wreck she was, but she still had enough tact to not cry where others could see her.

her feet bring her out to the back-alley where no one really stayed at. it was closed up from the streets for some reason so there was really no point to it even as a fire escape. the light only illuminated a small area from where she stood, yet she was pleased that her assumption was right—she is alone here.

her mistake was that she didn't force herself to see through the darkness where her next mistake was pointing a gun at a traitor's head.

like a main character in a melodramatic film, she leans her back on the wall and lets out all her emotions. she just wanted to live freely, even clinging on to a disgusting man she doesn't really give a shit about just to survive.

as she cried, she felt a sudden chill in her spine. she carelessly thought it was because of the breeze that fanned at her as she wept—what a waste of instincts.

seriously, if I don't die tonight, I'm dying tomorrow.

she lets out a particularly loud sob; another gut-wrenching chill sends shivers throughout her body. a loud banging sound competed with the sound of her cries.

she immediately looks towards the source, her heart skipping a beat as familiar purple eyes find hers. the second thing she sees is the gun on the familiar man's hand. lastly, she sees a man bathed in his own blood.

not a person, but a corpse, she realizes. not one person could change emotions so quickly; she was miserably crying just now, fear couldn't kick in right away—but somehow, captivation did.

he was looking at her in pure amusement, waiting for any kind of reaction as he drops his gun-holding hand to his side.

his dark hair with streaks of purple that accented his same-colored eyes. pale skin that looked even paler with splatters of blood painting it. he was beautiful.

a beautiful killer.

a beautiful stranger.

"Haitani Ran," he smiles, like he wasn't just caught red-handed.