Murder | HARUCHIYO

Chapter 2: Drunk and nasty

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TRIGGER WARNING: Alcohol and drug consumption, slight gore, cunnilingus, oral (female receiving), tongue fucking.

Its as if nothing ever happened. The two walked passed each other without sharing a glance. Not a single one.

The morning started off normal, getting coffee on the way, going to work while listening to music, it was fine. That was until Sanzu came along.

Due to her car being broken, she had her friend, Senju, drive her there. Senju cares deeply for Asami, she warned her many times about the consequences of being apart of Bonten but Asami couldn't care less.

The sound of tires running over hard asphalt bounced throughout the car. Senju's loud music could be heard from oceans away, it almost made Asami's ears bleed. Once the building of Bonten was in their line of sight, Asami asked her to stop. The car slowed down, parking into one of the parking slots.

"Bye bye Asamiiiii!" She said, stretching her words. "Don't get yourself killed yeah?" Says Senju in a singing manner.

"I woooon't," she replied in the same singing manner, closing the car door behind her. Asami's black stiletto heels clacked at is made contact with the concrete floor.

The sound of a window opening from above caught Asami's attentiveness, she looked up only to see Rindou gawking at the sight of her. He whistled from the open window on the highest floor, catching her attention.

"You look nice today mama's," she chuckled, throwing her head back, still walking forward.

"I could say the same, Rin." Winking at the male, rose petals falling from his cheeks. He closed the window out of pure embarrassment making Asami grin while shaking her head.

She walked into the luxurious building, swiping her keycard along the door causing it to open. She made her way to the elevator, sliding her keycard yet again and pressed the highest level.

Century's passed before it made it to her floor. The elevator door opened extremely slowly, they really needed a new one. When the door finally opened she was met with strawberry-coloured hair. This could not be happening right now. The man was faced away from the elevator, gazing behind him, talking — no, yelling at someone.

"FUCK YOU YOU RICH BITCH!" he yelled to the white-haired boy.

"Yeah yeah you drug-induced manwhore," Kokonui replied, holding up his middle finger before turning to talk to Akashi.

When Sanzu rotated his head back, he was not expecting Asami to be inside the elevator.

His beautiful, ocean blue eyes widened, as did Asami's. Their eyes met, intensity rising around them, engulfing the two with big arms. The air was stiff; almost stiff enough that it could be sliced with a knife. They stood, planted in the ground for seconds (even though it seemed like years), while Asami played with the hem of her skirt, breaking the eye contact almost immediately.

She cleared her throat, indicating that she wanted to get out of the elevator who Haruchiyo is now blocking the exit of. He moved to the side, letting her pass, awkwardly. She didn't even bother to say thank you, he didn't deserve one after how he just left last night. So. Fucking. Rude.

Her head hurt in frustration just even thinking about the other night. His eyes trailed around her body, he gazed at the silhouette of her perfect figure. Asami was completely oblivious to his staring, just walking past as if nothing happened between the two.