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━━ what truth lies behind.

Y/N'S LEGS REMAINED ALL TORPID AMIDST THE CLUB'S SONOROUS BEAT AND FERAL DANCE PRISM that even before she could remark a single escape from the question of that buff man, somebody from the rear already pulled her by the forearm, concealing her flabbergasted gander in between his chest before blocking her sight away from the person whose stoic expression never changed as he stared at her.

"What is a former member of Brahman doing in our territory, huh? Benkei?" Snapping in place, y/n looked up to the disheveled figure of Kakucho as he took her by his grasp and shielded her away from the man who mentioned the gang that she never ever wanted to hear while she's still away from them.

Y/n's breathing just hitched by then, all because the space between her face and Kakucho's chest is just too pygmy. They're so close to each other that her nose could already pick up the man's gardenia and musk ambrosial.

"Pardon me for the intrusion but it reached our ears that Bonten has a new executive so Takeomi gave his regards to let us visit. I don't know where Wakasa went but he, too, is delighted to get an invitation to meet this pretty executive right here." Benkei reasoned out abruptly since he knows himself that one wrong move of his will be his own end considering the fact that he's inside Bonten's property.

"You can go and give your regards to Takeomi plus let him know that you're here. We'll talk about what you guys want for tomorrow since our lady here sure needs a little rest. I bet you already know what happened, don't you?" Kakucho pardoned sardonically, striding y/n away from them afterwards.

"The other executives are too drunk so let me take you to the rooftop first. Is it okay?" He turned to y/n with a sweet gander - gone the apathetic figure he shown to Benkei whilst still holding her wrist as she only nodded to comply in response since she doesn't really wanna interact more with people who constantly redeems Toman in her ears. Not like she doesn't wanna hear their name anymore but because she's fed up from the constant calls of their group everytime she's carefree and spending fun.

"Why rooftop though? Aren't you afraid that I might jump again?" Y/n came to query towards Kakucho as they were solely venturing to reach the building's foyers up to the bivouac.

"There are only three floors. You wouldn't die from that, don't worry. And rooftop is a good place to relax especially if you're sole. I think you need it by now." He reputed with a ghost of sly laugh before opening the iron door that blocks people out from going to the top.

As the metal clanked and opened, both Kakucho and y/n were greeted by the common frigid gale that they once felt when the lady was out to casually jump out of the rooftop. The lights and some modern-designed grafittis were around the area - seemingly akin like the place is also a part of the club downstairs. Paying the place no mind and with their hair swaying to the East, Kakucho then gestured y/n to come forth and sit on the corner wherein unused seats and tables were emplaced.

"Or we can watch the night city on the rails." He suggested in realization which was retorted by a small nod from y/n not because the lady doesn't wanna talk or anything but for the reason that she's not that acquianted with Kakucho yet even though he is one of her primary boss.

Leaning their arms by the cemented rails, they stayed closed to one another before watching how the metropolitan and car lights flickered below in each stalls and polls. The air around them remained placid - all silent and still until Kakucho decided to pat her shoulder - breaking off the muteness by being unbelievably forward afterwards.

"Don't go all shy on me now. I badly want to say this to you. One time, somebody told me that a woman is dangerous when they're hurt since they can certainly destroy everything around them in a snap. But instead of doing that, you tried ending your own life. What you chose to destroy is yourself, didn't you?" Kakucho asked solemnly, head turning to take a clear form of her reaction.