𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄; Sanzu Haruchiyo

- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐





       — 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 "𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔" 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 had no regrets. In his 29 years of living in chaos, the man couldn't say there was any room for regret in his life. To be honest, if that was all he had to go on about, his whole life would have been a huge regret, not mentioning his existence.

However, the man already regretted taking Y/n with him.

Shopping wasn't hard, although he didn't really bother with it. By the time she moved in, Haruchiyo was ordering food, and the cleaning was done by the woman Y/n had kicked out of the house just two days after moving in. 

Y/n instead took advantage of every penny on his card, though he couldn't blame her. When she had moved into his house, the fridge was empty and the house was missing many of the necessities of a normal home.

"Are we done yet?" He asked, feeling all the patience in him quickly vanish. All he wanted was to get home and get some sleep before Mikey spoiled his mood with his need for dorayaki.

The woman's fingers danced lightly on the iron edge of the cart he was pushing and he didn't see her, but he could feel in her tone that she was grinning in satisfaction at his suffering. 

"Does that house look like a place to live in?" she asked and only then turned her eyes to him. "I've only lived in that container for two weeks and I already feel like I'm suffering from every liver and lung disease imaginable," she continued and Haruchiyo found her retort to be far too exaggerated. He would have liked to call her out for kicking out the cleaning lady, but he preferred to choose silence.

"Ah!" she expressed in a monotone. "I don't know how you do it, but tonight I hope you're not going to stay home, if you want to have a peaceful sleep" she said, her words sounding more like a threat than a warning. 

"You meant what you said when you said you want to put the whole house in order to your liking," he concludes.

Y/n laughed at her fiancé's behavior.

"Honey, all you had in the fridge when I came in were two bottles of wine and a bag of cocaine, which I don't think belonged there" she said and Haruchiyo rushed to cover her mouth with his palm, his eyes getting bigger in surprise.

Y/n winced at his gesture.

"No need to shout loudly about me pumping drugs. Fisrt of all, it was in the past and second of all, what if a cop heard you?" he asked and removed his palm from her lips. 

The woman smiled at him and he didn't like the way she did it.

"Then I would have gotten rid of you. Wouldn't that have been wonderful?"



Ran's skepticism never ceased to amaze Haruchiyo. When Y/n had practically kicked him out of his own house, Haruchiyo had thought it would be a good time to spend time with his grandchildren, but quickly realized it would have been a smarter idea to clear things up with Ran first. Not that he gave a damn about his opinion.

Ran Haitani wasn't the organization's most modest executive; he liked to invest money in anything that would increase his income and prostitution was by far his most profitable investment. The luxurious mansion where the women he recruited lived and practiced their job was a perfect example of professionalism. "In order for them to bring me lots of money, I have to offer them some sort of conditions. After all, I'm not so unhuman," Ran had once told him. However, Haruchiyo also knew that some women shouldn't even fall into the category of "women", given their age and the way Ran's men were recruiting them. Only human he couldn't call him.

There he also found the eldest of the Haitani brothers.

"Have you moved here, Haitani?" Haruchiyo asked as he entered the villa's huge living room.

Ran was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigar and studying pictures of some women.

"I don't think this concerns you, but you're already here anyway," he said in a venomous tone, visibly displeased that he was there. "What's the purpose of being here? I don't suppose you're in the mood for any pre-wedding good fuck. After all, you seem so devoted to your little whore that you've almost forgotten your place in this organization."

Haruchiyo slammed his foot down on the glass table, right on the pictures Ran was looking at so intently.

"Don't compare her to one of the lowly women you hang out with," he said harshly, but in a calm manner.

Ran laughed out loud.

"Let's face it, if it wasn't for this situation, Y/n would end up here in this gorgeous mansion."A hint of anger crept into Haruchiyo and it took all the patience he could muster not to create an unwanted scene and further worsen the relationship between the two. 

"I came here to talk, Haitani. I'm not in the mood for your games," he said and sat down on the couch, facing the man whose presence became irritating with each passing second. "I don't know what you have to share with Y/n, considering what she did has to do with Mikey, not the rest of us. But I want to make one thing clear: as long as she carries my name, any hit on her will be one against me."

Ran didn't grimace, just listened to what Haruchiyo had to say.

"Remember that I am your superior and you, better than anyone, know what happens to traitors."

It was the last thing he wanted to say, getting up, ready to leave, when Ran's stiff voice interrupted him.

"I think the one who will get the death sentence in this organization is you, not me," Ran said, gravitating towards the same threat from the day before. "I'm not obliged to respect a woman, especially a lunatic one" he muttered.Haruchiyo walked away, leaving Ran to drown in his own choices. It wasn't as if he was going to let him off his leash, but for the moment it was all barks and no bites.