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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 were recurring— and frightening, to say the least. That was what the predominant Y/n L/n felt and accommodated the whole time as she continuously abused and bullied the people who dares colliding paths with her and her precious patron.
Not that she was excessively bothered by what she was doing, she just felt somehow masochistic and timely while doing so.
"Not a pretty crier, aren't you?" Y/n gently mumbled as she stared at the groaning and panting figure a few steps from her side.
She felt fixated at the sight of the beaten pinkette sitting on a worn-out divan, tied up so tightly that she felt her eyes burn in ecstasy while seeing him struggle to the point that he drooled onto the towel that became his muzzle. But there was no use in pitying the struggling captive anyway, the beating was already finished.
The echoing sound of a clanking heel tip was heard as Y/n walked towards the suffering figure. She was goggling her glowering e/c eyes at the hostage the whole time she slipped in a pair of shinny black gloves onto her hand, a tactical whip stick visibly seen on the outskirts of her pockets that scared the crap out of the boy.
Noticing the flickering fear in her captive's eyes, Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed. "Pipe down, I'm not gonna hurt you anymore. A few points and whips are enough to warn you to not meddle in someone's business, right? Now quit that weak stare of yours, Akashi." She said and shrugged, ruffling her hair in frustration as she carried a box filled with medical supplies.
Haruchiyo Sanzu, he was the person being held captive by Y/n and her dearest associate. Obviously, from the way Y/n was treating him, it was likely to say that he had done something obviously wrong to the eyes of someone like Y/n. So now, he was beaten and battered to the core, pained enough to the point that he can't swallow back the tears that flowed through his long lashes.
He groaned because of this, Sanzu felt particularly mesmerized as he saw Y/n towering over him while holding a medkit. He furrowed his eyebrows and glared at her while he tries his best forcing his eyes to not shut from all the bruises inflicted on his face because of the very same weapon residing in Y/n's pockets.
Y/n scoffed. "Stop acting all tough, you're literally oozing blood now and you're still feisty enough to tempt me on whipping you again with Lippe. It's your own fault for angering him anyway, now cooperate with me."
She intensely summarized, taking a seat next to Sanzu as she gently tried to move his pinkish hair away from blocking his disclosed sight. Lippe, by the way, was the name she chose to call her infamous whip stick.
Once Y/n removed the ropes and towel gagging Sanzu's mouth, immediately did he started coughing roughly and severely. Of course, Y/n was kind enough to soothe him from all the pain that she, herself inflicted upon him. "I told you to stay in Shibuya, Akashi. Don't you dare start anything between your bullshit gang Toman and Randou." She whispered as she then rubbed Sanzu's face with a clean towel.
But she halted from doing that when Sanzu angrily snatched her wrist. "It's Sanzu, for fuck's sake!" He yelled hoarsely, causing his statement to echo around the deserted warehouse that Y/n trapped him in. Y/n was surprised by what he had just done, and she felt irritated because of it. Now, there was a possible chance that someone would out of the blue enter and interrupt them.
She removed Sanzu's hand from her and slapped her palm onto his mouth abruptly, jumping at him as he caged his legs from moving. She glared at him and whispered, almost as if yelling. "Shut the fuck up, whatever your name is, I don't fucking care! If he hears you, you're dead meat! You should be grateful I'm not even calling you a dog, you son of a b—"
Although, before she could furthermore curse at him, the sudden echoing of leather church shoes clanking was heard, each step sounding seamlessly hurried.
Immediately, while Sanzu groaned in pain as Y/n literally hopped onto his injured lap and clasped her palm onto his mouth, her eyes widened and she gasped.
But right before she can detach herself from Sanzu, it was already too late when the echoing voice that belonged to someone overly familiar was heard. Obviously, someone expected came darting so suddenly off of the shadows only to reveal such a sublime person.
"What's going on?" His deep voice saying the question aimlessly echoed around the warehouse, a worried and anxious emotion leaking as he spoke. Randou Haitani came crashing into the back door, dressed with what usually delinquents wear.
Only this time, Randou who is usually reserved yet intimidating, he had a face that resembles that of a ridiculed and fooled person once he saw the situation and position Y/n decided to foolishly portray herself with, along with the pinkette whom he knew all too well. Obviously, Y/n sweatdropped and bit her lower lip nervously as she slowly closed her eyes and inhaled.
"Randou, I can explain—" She says as she abruptly threw herself away from Sanzu. But her statement got cut off when the moment she swiftly turned around, she met the tired and sleepy eyes of the only Haitani to ever made her swear loyalty upon.
Y/n gulped from his sudden appearance. She was even surprised over the fact that upon a few abrupt seconds, Randou was already an inch near her.
She froze on the spot and trembled slightly as she felt Randou caressing her cheekbone with his thumb, inching his face near her side before he whispered onto her ears, causing Y/n to shiver ever so slightly.
"You don't need to explain yourself. Both of us agreed that you were supposed to teach him a lesson, but I most definitely did not agree that you do that to him in a way you do to me."
Hearing that, Y/n let out a sharp breath and nodded in apology before Randou moved his gaze away from her and glanced at Sanzu.
"You know what," Randou spoke, smoothly stealing the damp cloth in Y/n's hand that she used on Sanzu.
The beige blondie scoffed and narrowed his eyes at the groaning pinkette behind Y/n and continues his statement whilst tightly gripping the damp cloth, causing it to be squeezed dry.
"Y/n, you've done enough. Leave the rest to me."
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