Pᴀʀᴀᴅᴏxɪᴄᴀʟ (sanzu×rindo)

Prologue: Sexc Men

Okay. Warnings first😔
-FIRST OFF, it's a rindo×sanzu book, and just incase you still don't understand the point(s) I'm trying to make here, I'm trying to say that there is NO Y/N and this also means that this book, sogaysogay. 👀💪 (if you're open to this ship, read on, I'll try to convince you to ship it like I do)🥶

-second off, there are um sadistic perks here and there and blood, violence gore and stuff 😥😥 also some more explicit content, cursing (I'm not gonna say any age warnings, so your future is in your hands). 🤓
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A mop of lilac purple hair with blue streaks in the swayed in the wind, and the said man with the attractive, yet hard-to-pull-off hairstyle threw his gun in the air with one hand, the other cooly placed in his pocket.

Dressed in a smart suit, he walked beside his older brother, a man who looked tall and lean, with a neatly gelled back hairstyle.

A casual smirk rested on his lips, as if trying to irk any impatient person who didn't seem to be able to tolerate his laid back, casual personality, and is unable to understand the dangers of getting into a match of throwing fists with him.

Okay-maybe not throwing fists.

Confidence oozed out the both of them, for both of them had the knowledge and acknowledgement of the power and authority they held.

These two brothers, otherwise known as:

The Haitani Brothers.

Both were infamous gang members in Roppongi in the past, having gone through so many dirty gang fights to have achieved the authority and experience they both had now.

Having made a bigger name in the past, 'Roppongi Battle of the Ashes' was nothing but a mere stepping stone for where they were now.

Now, both were executives of not any criminal organization, but Japan's worst criminal organization at that.

Which is also otherwise known as:

Bonten.

Currently led by Manjiro Sano, the organization is intertwined with a variety of illegal activities, such as gambling, fraud, prostitutions, and murder. This of course comes as no surprise given their title as a criminal organization. However, their organization's ruthlessness and intolerance toward traitors and informants has made it particularly difficult for police to obtain any information about their activities.

And this is Japan's worst criminal organization.

Hence, the clear power and influence they held was displayed, having been able to climb all the way up from nameless, normal people to executives of such a guileful, obscene, underground organization.

Headed to the room where their leader was in, their footsteps echoed down the hallway, expensive branded shoes coming into contact with the shiny, polished floors.

And from the other direction, was a male with a long pink mullet reaching his shoulders.

He had a set of sharp, icy cold blue eyes, like two beads of sparkling jewels, beaming with unknown emotions. His eyes were droopy with long eyelashes, yet his noticeable hues made his gaze seem sharper and more dazzling.

Yet his beautiful eyes weren't the most eye-catching thing about him either.

He had a crazed smile pulled on his lips, his white pearly teeth showing in all glory, the ends of his lips pushing into his cheeks. The ends of his lips held two scar marks, one at each side. They were slightly similar to the shape of pulled out diamonds, or just four long triangles that rested on his cheeks.

His ears were littered with piercings, decorating his fair skin tone and giving him a more 'gangstery' look.

Dressed in a purple blue suit, he looked casually dangerous, armed with dangerous and illegal fluids.

As he walked, his finger constantly tapped on the grip of the gun that peeked out of his suit pants pocket, creating a rhythmic relentless tapping as he hummed to a random tune, his voice like warm honey, drizzling over anyone who walked by when controlled into such a soft, warm tune.

This man was known as Bonten's number 2, with the number one being the leader, it only meant that in this reknowned criminal organization-his strength was the closest to the leader of the organization himself. Which was definitely something that made people wish he wasn't the last person they saw before they took their last breath.

This man, was also otherwise known as:

Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Or, Akashi Haruchiyo.

But due to reasons that shall not be mentioned, the latter was a less common name he was called by.

He was a man with insane criminal records, yet at the same time, he was one who found himself in the addictive indulgence of drugs, finding that drugs was the only way for him to experience any sort of thrill or excitement.

Sadistic. I know.

Yet that was a charming part about him too, for he wasn't always this way from the start. And it just makes any curious person want to find out what happened to him to make him as such today, or even-what was going on in that crazed head of his.

However, curiosity kills the cat.

And despite one not being a cat, it was best to see oneself as such when faced with a dangerous man like him. For if one really didn't believe in that quote, oh well, no words can be exchanged except for one line.

"Curiosity most definitely did kill the stupid cat."

I made this banner myself yuhh😩 and I know obscene isn't meant to describe an underground criminal organization buttttttttttt it was the first thing that came to my mind😔

How was it 👀👀👀