fog of vengeance | h. ran

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4
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"You're shitting with me? What the fuck is this?" Y/N starts to be mad. "Rules that you have to follow." The female steps away. "This seems to be like I can do thing in this fucking house!" She yells in anger. In anger. She's pissing off. "Well, if you don't want to follow, you may leave my mansion. And go back to your parents' house. Only if they can accept you." He smirks. "Fuck you." Y/N curses under her breath, glaring at him. "Fuck what?" Y/N raises her finger up, pointing at him. Rudely. "Fuck. You." Haitani Ran chuckles, leaning closer to her, "Now. Make your rules." Just you wait. I'll make it worse.

"Take that pen and write the rules on another page. You have 15 minutes for that." Y/N grabs that pen, quickly, flipping to the next page with violence. "Hoi, hoi, don't be too aggressive. You'll ruin the paper quality." Y/N doesn't care. She gives a glare at him before gripping on the tool and jots down things that need to be jotted down. And she feels something. Haitani Ran's staring at her hand, body, face, everything while she's writing. "Can you," Y/N sits up, turning her head to him. "Can you stop fucking staring at me?" Her mouth curls with annoyance. "Who said I was staring at you?" Y/N chuckles. "You clearly did. I saw it." Y/N's battling glares with him.

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"Do you have proof?"

"My eyes saw it."

"But you were looking at the paper the whole time."

"My instinct felt it."

"Your instinct was wrong then."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Can you just shut your pretty mouth up and continue writing?"

Y/N gulps before hissing and continues to write on the paper again. She hates it, being controlled by her enemy. As if she's a toy. A tool. Haitani Ran's making her as his toy. "Why are you taking so long?" Y/N groans. "You said 15 minutes. And it's not fucking 15 minutes yet. What did you eat that your patience is so short?" Haitani Ran glances at his watch. "Another 20 seconds." Y/N tries to think about what rules to put on more. She needs to be extra. Of course. "10 seconds—" Y/N slams on hand on the table. "Can you stop telling me the time? I need to concentrate." He raises both of his hands up in defeat. Think again, think again. Y/N rubs her chin. "Time ends." Ran clasps both of his hands together, grabbing the file.

Rules.
1. Haitani Ran can't question who's L/N Y/N hanging out with or about her social life.
2. L/N Y/N is free to do whatever she wants as long as it doesn't go over Haitani Ran's rules.
3. L/N Y/N gets to be friends or go out with anyone, both male or female.
4. Haitani Ran can't enter L/N Y/N's room without permission.
5. Haitani Ran can't touch L/N Y/N. Not even her body being covered by clothes.
6. L/N Y/N doesn't want to share a car with Haitani Ran when she goes to work or somewhere else.
7. L/N Y/N can return home at whatever time she wants.
8. L/N Y/N gets to dress like whatever she wants WITHOUT Haitani Ran's judgement.
9. L/N Y/N doesn't give a fuck about Haitani's Ran prostitutes at all.

"Your name is Haitani Y/N now." Ran clears his throat. "My rules, I can write whatever I want." Y/N whistles, leaning against the couch with legs on the table. "Rules will be uncounted." Y/N chuckles, crossing her arms. "And now you're making rules for my rules?" Haitani Ran shakes his head. "You have to use your current name for this." Y/N grabs the file away from him, slamming it back on the table before scratching something with the pen. She crosses the words L/N, replacing it with Haitani. "Are you satisfied?" She smacks the file back at his chest. "Number 7. I kind of disagree with that."