𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 X 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 1: 𝑨𝑪𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫

-RAN-

What was I even thinking? I followed the rich girl's request to meet her behind her mansion. This is never part of my routine. My routine in question is making money, taking care of my little brother, doing my duty to the gang. And probably some side quests, like sleeping with someone when I have money for hotel. 

My impatient stomach growls yet again-I am, indeed, starving and possibly hallucinating. Good grief, about time to be insane.

I sew my eyes shut, and softly bang my head on the gas tank of my motorcycle. I am miserable: fueled by rage, guilt, scorching vindication, and all sorts of predicaments. What a life.

What am I even fulfilling here? Taking in the serendipity of the afternoon ambiance, fooling myself with a faux sense of peace? Moping and gloating? Meeting a rich girl outside of her mansion? But I do not have the sumptuous luxury to be lazy, I am in desperate need of money. 

Rindou is sick for almost a week, we don't have food, I haven't bought medicine for him yet, and our apartment's rent has piled up for haven knows how much. That landlord is threatening to evict us next week.

Well, for starters, Rindou has a disease. But that's to be discussed soon, it's his fever that's my current problem today. I'm used to this kind of living: full of pain and predicament. But I cannot go through that suffering every day without him by my side. I always work my ass off to give Rindou a slightly favorable life; I'd climb even the icy alps barefooted for that boy. But I can't bring myself to go home empty-handed today.

In certitude, when I go home later, I'd just either cry next to him asking for forgiveness for our complicated life or I'd go to my room and silently weep myself to slumber.

If only my mother wasn't murdered.

If only she wasn't taken away from us, we wouldn't be orphans. The devils are here, and they're the reason why we became rodents desperately fumbling around for food and penny. It's unforgivable, too unforgivable I could die of sheer anger. I'm going to find them, the people then
who killed her, then I'll return the favor, tenfolds.

-Y/N-

***FLASHBACK***

"Just find the guy and pay him, Y/n, pretty please! He's on the rooftop!"

"I'm busy, get off me, yuzuha," I say and roll my eyes to the other dimension.

"I got a debt to him! Please, he pierced I and Hakkai's ears earlier today but we had to bail since Taiju is raging mad when he summoned us to the church."

Yuzuha kisses my cheeks and bails out like she always does. For the love of gods, I hate Taiju when he does that to his siblings.

I burst out onto the rooftop only to see a man sitting on the floor, back leaning against the copula, legs stretched out in front of him.

He's half-naked, with his neatly folded white polo nesting on his lap. His hair is down, it is the shiniest, satiny black with blond strands I've ever seen. It covers his torso as well as frames his face, his hair languidly bellows and sways back and forth, like a whimsical curtain in a fantasy realm, as the soft air brushes past him.

Some of the strands of his hair would even go so far as to flow incoherently, barely covering his entire face. His face is little but well-defined as if it were chiseled that way, and as soft as thou his face is cleansed with the purest milk. if I couldn't see his full physique, I could have thought he was a woman.