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Sanzu (part 2)*******SMUT******

Sanzu shifted down another gear, his spastic mind was going a thousand miles per hour, and his heart rate was elevated already from the cocain he had snorted not even ten minutes ago. He weaved through the busy streets of Tokyo trying his hardest to get to the warehouse the Haitani's had called for backup from. "I swear to whatever fucking gods the Haitani pray to, my (y/n) better be in one piece and without a single fucking scratch on her." He sighed as he made a quick left towards an alleyway. In a panic, his turquoise eyes surveyed the surroundings. As he grabbed the steering wheel, Sanzu's knuckles grew ghost white, his foot a brick on the accelerator. He needed to get there as quickly as possible before anything else happened.

(Y/n) sat tied to the chair in the middle of the warehouse, blood dripping from the corner of her lips down her chin. Her right eye was swollen shut, blurring her vision, and her head hammered from the painful hit to the back of her head. Her breath heavy from the beating, her muscles weak, not being able to move a finger.

"Well, well, well," The man in the navy blue gang uniform circled her like a vulture. "(Y/n), I thought you were supposed to be one of Bonten's top assassins. How is it that we caught you so easily? Hm, pet?"

"I don't know Yasha," She lifts her head to face him, raising her voice with each word. "Maybe 'cause you guys are a bunch of fucking stalkers and have a sick twisted mind! You just love going around raping women, don't ya?!"

Besides being pissed, she's also trying to buy some time, knowing her comrades are waiting for the right time to strike and get her out of there. She only hopes her boyfriend, Sanzu, is not there because, if so, this place is doomed.

"But that's just my guess." She fakes a smile, softening her voice, clearly being sarcastic. " What is it, really? Do you resort to rape 'cause y'all are aware you're just fucking ugly and hookers wouldn't sleep with you for all the money in the world?"

(Y/n) spat and received a hit on her gut in return. Another clot of blood painted the floor, a couple drops landing on Yasha's white shoes.

"You stupid bitch!" The rival gang leader's shaved eyebrow twitched at the girl's words. His fist reared back and slammed into her jaw, a loud crack, echoing in the empty warehouse. "You think you're so powerful! You're noth'n but a cheap whore the Bonten members take turns fucking! Bet that pussy must be made of fuckin' gold if you have them all whipped like the bitches they are!"

Yasha screamed as he gripped (Y/n) (h/l) (h/c) locks between his sausage fingers, yanking her head back so she could stare into his cold, hazel eyes. Bending his mouth to brush against the shell of her ear, his hot stinky breath fanning over her skin as he whispered, "Maybe I should have a taste of what they get everyday, hm?"

He let the hand that wasn't tangled deep in (y/n) hair caress her swollen cheek, almost in a lover-like way. It made (y/n)'s skin crawl, a feeling of nausea filling her stomach at the thought of the filthy man touching her.

"Fuck you!" She growled, giving him a head to head hit. Before Yasha could do anything, (Y/n) spat in his face, her bloody saliva landing right in his eyes. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face.

"You really are a dumb cunt." Yasha seethed. He raised his left fist getting ready to smash it against her already cracked jaw, when he suddenly felt a strong grip enclose his fist.

"Really (n/n)?"A deep voice was heard in a sarcastic chuckle from the back of the warehouse. "You had to go and get your ass caught? Didn't I teach you better than this?"

"'Bout time you fucking showed up, Ran! I thought you got lost." (y/n) hissed, though she had to admit she was happy to see her oldest friend.

"You honestly think I would let him get lost?" Another familiar voice called from behind her. "Is that how much you trust me?"