-after sleeping on the streets for the past few months, y/n's
brother appears out of nowhere with a strange proposal. he
offers to give her a place to live and food to eat in exchange
for her to infiltrate an opposing gang under the disguise of
ichi...
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chapter eleven: the brother
In the middle of that same night while you're just getting into bed there's suddenly a loud banging at your front door. You tiredly shuffle your feet across your dark hallway in your pajamas to answer it and see your brother waiting impatiently on the other side.
"What did you find out at the meeting today?" he grumbles, telling you to get straight to the point.
"Nothing much," you shrug. "It was all the same info as yesterday's meeting."
"Like I'd believe that," he shouts before landing a punch square in your lip. You raise your hand to your mouth after the sting of the rough impact and find blood dripping from your fingers.
"Seriously?" you mutter as he backs you into your apartment and slams the door shut. "What the hell, Tetta?"
"My other spies weren't allowed into the meeting today and I want to know why Y/N! What happened?!"
"I don't know why!" you shout back at him, "They were only talking about the war between Toman and Otsuda. Nothing interesting was said. They told us they weren't going to discuss any details just yet!"
Your brother grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you towards him. "Stop your bullshit lies!"
"I owe you nothing! You can kick me out for all I care but it's your own fucking loss. You'll have nothing if you get rid of me!" you remind him.
But instead of falling for your trap, he holds out his hand. "Give me the apartment keys," he asks with a straight face.
You push against him to get out of his grasp and hand him the keys on your nearby end table. You then grab your phone, tuck it into your shoe, and leave without another word.
You walk across town, mindlessly wandering until you coincidently end up at the park where Draken first discovered your secret. You lay down on the grassy hill and look up, hoping to get some rest and fall asleep amongst the stars. Even though it's getting a bit colder outside now, you don't mind it much.
However, just as you close your eyes, you feel something hover above you. "Beat it, creep. I'm not interested," you scoff, not even bothering to open your eyes until after you speak and you only get silence in return.
Upon looking out at whatever weirdo is surrounding you, your eyes widen in surprise. Draken's looking straight down at you in confusion and you've got absolutely no idea how you're gonna explain this to him.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"I'm sunbathing. What does it look like?" you huff, not in the mood to talk to him. However, he still sits down quietly beside you.
You sigh as you decide to give him somewhat of the truth. "I kinda got evicted."
"For what?" You rotate your head to the side to look at him and he almost immediately notices your bloody lip. "Oh."
"Yeah, I know. What an asshole," you complain.
"Do you have anywhere to stay? You could spend the night at my place if you need to," he tells you.
"Do you actually trust me in your home?" you tease.
"I thought I made it clear that I trust you..." he politely says with a confused expression written all over his face.
"You did," you smile as you sit up. "Thank you, I really appreciate the offer. Which way do we walk?"
Draken stands and offers out his hand to you. You graciously accept it and let him help you up before walking back across the park and once more through town. When you get downtown he finally stops in front of a brothel.
You look over at him very confused as to why he's brought you here. "This isn't what I thought you meant when you said to come back with you..."
"Is there something wrong with where I live?" he inquires sincerely.
You tense up at his words. You didn't think he was serious at first about living here but now you feel terrible for not being sensitive with your word choice.
"N-no, not at all. Let's go inside," you smile, hoping to ease the tension.
Draken keeps close to you as he guides you across the reception, past staring clients, and into his room. It's quite small, but you can't help but smile when you see it. He's got about a dozen of the same jacket he wears every day, a million photos of his friends, and a huge stereo above his dresser.
"Sit and get yourself comfortable," he says to you. "I'll be right back."
You walk over to his bed and flip through some magazines above his headboard. When he returns, he approaches you with a bottle of water and a huge t-shirt that could only belong to him.
"You can stay in here tonight if you'd like," he begins to explain to get you a bit comfortable with your surroundings. "There's a shower room right behind where I'm standing and I can get some food for you if you're hungry. There's another room right nearby if you need me."
"That's perfect, thank you," you smile. But just as you thank him, someone knocks on the door. A woman in clothes way too small for her body pops her head in and smiles at the two of you. She looks quite surprised that Draken has a guest over.
"Oh, good, your visitor is a girl. You won't mind me taking the spare room then, would you?"
Draken's eyes flicker between hers and yours. "No, not at all. Go ahead."
