despair | h. rindo

II

"What did I say about gangs!" Your aunt pulled Nahoya's ear making him wince as she kept nagging the older twin. "You're the oldest, you should set an example!" She added. "Sou and I are twins!" He defended only to wince as she pulled his ear more.

"You're older!" She added again. "By 5 minutes!"

Your mother made an effort to try to stop her only to be shut down by her sister. "Ma, you said no more making gangs, you didn't say we couldn't join one." Souya defended, gently pulling his mother's fingers from his brother's ears. Your aunt sighed, shaking her head in disapproval, but what could she do when his sons are basically war machines?

"You two get hurt, I'll kill you." She glared. "And IF you die, I'll go down to hell and punch Satan in the face to bring you back THEN kill you again." She added. "Alright, that's enough, Hayami, people are staring." Your mother sighed.

"I don't get it Ma, why are we here anyway?" Souya asked. "It's an important day for your aunt. She's promoted from services representative to the one of the executive officer's Personal Assistant!" Your aunt announced.

"Ma, we own an eatery, why don't we eat there instead?" Nahoya added, still rubbing the shell of his ear slightly. "Cause I want it to be classy for my little Hiromi." She cooed, pinching your mother's cheeks. "Hayami, I'm older than you!" Your mother pushed her away. "I'm taller."

Hayami cleared her throat as the waiter arrived with your meals. The rest of the meal went normally, only you were silent. You'd engage but you were to busy plotting murder- I mean, revenge for your beloved cake.

"Y/n, is something wrong?" Your mother asked. You could tell her someone bought the cake you wanted, but that would be stupid. You could tell her it was stolen, but that's lying...

Denial it is.

"Why yes, I'm just peachy." You answered poshly. "You act like a Brit in the early 1800's when you lie, hon." She smiled. "I indubitably do not, mother. How dare you accuse me of such an act!" You defended. Boy were you proving her right.

"You have a crush don't you, N/n." Your aunt smirked, twirling her finger pointing at you. You cocked an eyebrow. "Somebody, took my chances of savoring a beautiful chocolate mousse. That's worse than having romantic interest in someone." You ranted. "Nevermind."

"You write romance blogs, how is having a crush worse?" Nahoya asked. "Mousse, Nahoya, MOUSSE!"

"He bought it first Y/n, we can just buy another soon enough." Souya said. "But it was a special mousse, I felt like we had a connection." You said. "Let it go." Souya deadpanned. "Never. I'll make sure that Hatini prick pays for taking MY mousse away! Or my name isn't Y/n Komori." You vowed.

"It's Haitani. And your name IS Y/n Komori."

"That's what I said. Hitaini. And damn it, Souya, You ruined my cool strike moment!"

"Sit down, Y/n." Your mother ordered. "You can buy a chocolate mousse tomorrow, hon, let the cake go." She sighed. "Too late, I've already plotted my revenge." You shrugged, drinking the remains of the soup you ordered. "It's in the Komori bloodline, sis." Your aunt shrugged. "Never let go of a grudge." She shook her head. Your mother only sighed tiredly.

Your mother and aunt had to buy some groceries leaving you and your cousins to go home early, despite your negotiation of playing in the arcade.

It wasn't actually a negotiation, it was you and Nahoya pleading and kneeling like little kids to get a toy while Souya covered his face in embarrassment.

You finally left the restaurant and arrived with the boys at home. Deciding to watch Die hard, for the 15th time because, "Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker." According to Nahoya, as requested. But instead of the usual Die hard binge, you decided to sleep early.

Or that's what you like them to think.

Closing your door, you gently walked behind your mirror. Pulling your bulletin board, you decided to do some research on Randy Hotina or whatever his name was.

A couple of pictures and articles pasted on the board. Some strings connecting the dots and some notes here and there are pinned. Motorcycle gangs, beaten up men, Disgusting debauchery.

Crimes in Roponggi. A gang led by two brothers, rumored to have the ability to summon 100 men with a simple yell.

The Haitani Brothers.

"So that Wednesday Addams looking woman, wasn't a woman. Huh?" You thought, tapping your foot lightly. "YIPPEE-KI-YAY, MOTHERFUCKER!" You heard Nahoya's yelling and the loud sound effects downstairs.

"Rindou Haitani? I prefer Randy." You rolled your eyes, pinning one of his pictures on a dart board. "Guess what, Randy? I will get revenge." Backing up, you threw one of the darts hitting his left eye. "You don't get away from Y/n Komori." You scowled at the picture.

"Oh, shit, you beat up a lot of guys." You squinted on an article. "Doesn't matter, Cake revenge is still mine." You muttered. "What the fuck?! You killed a few? Dude! Is this even real?!" You whispered, shuddering at the crimes the blond has committed.

"You've been in Juvie for 3- no wait, that's 8 times! What the hell? Where are your parents?!" You panicked. Maybe the cake revenge would be unnecessary. Yep, probably unnecessary. "I hope to the gods your mother didn't throw you out or something because damn." You shook your head.

You'll get over it in the morning. It'll be fine.

Pushing the bulletin board back behind your mirror, you decided to ACTUALLY fall asleep, even if the crashing effects were loud downstairs.

Staring into the blank ceiling, you stayed silent with your folded hands laid on your abdomen. Boy was it silent. You stood up again, slowly taking a dart and throwing it once again at the picture. Landing on his nose, you chuckled lightly. "Pinocchio. Cause you have a long nose. And you're a liar."

Despite the research, you still couldn't grasp any "good" information about the guy and it pissed you.

Randy Hinata, Y/n's cake will be avenged.