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☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢

Warning: Mentions of GenMui ⚠️

- Sanemi -

5:50 pm.

The clock ticked with each minute passing.

I drummed my fingers impatiently on the marble desk, the small beats being the only sounds in the room along with the cool breeze of the air-conditioning.

The silence stayed for a while. With each passing second, anger simmered in my head even more.

The bastard was fucking late.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I reached out my hand to grab my phone. Before I could pick it up, a soft knock echoed.

"Enter." I spoke solemnly.

With a click, the door opened slightly, revealing a young boy, mainly in his early teenages years with a bold haircut and sharp, purple eyes similar to that of mine. He had a scar across his face and a strong build for a boy his age. But his shaken expression rather contrasted his looks.

My younger brother, Genya Shinazugawa.

"Aniki... you called?" He asked in a shy tone which made me want to rip out his vocal cords out. I wonder how he was so timid after the fucking mess he created.

"Sit down." My voice was more serious than usual, which caught him off-guard, but he knew better than question it and sat down.

He must have noticed the storm brewing beneath my calm, as he was fidgeting nervously under my gaze.

"Are you curious why I called you here?"
I tilted my head to the side. His throat quivered with a hard swallow, avoiding my eyes skillfully.

Genya shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed with tension.

"You perhaps missed me?..." He trailed off, attempting a loose joke. I didn't laugh.

I wasn't in the mood to laugh. My hands were itching to strangle the person infront of me, my own sibling. After what he has done, I shouldn't even consider him because of the bullshit he put me in.

I tossed a manila folder on the desk between us, signaling him to open it. He gave me a strange look but obliged, taking the folder with shaky hands.

I kept a fixed look on Genya. It was taking every fiber in my body to stop myself from attacking him for his sheer idiocy.

Genya flipped through the photos, slowly at first, then faster as the panic seeped in. By the end of the photos, his face was several shades paler than before. His eyes were widen with disbelief and his lips quivered to say something.

"I'm sure you know who the man in the photos is, considering you were fucking him a week before in Tokyo." I said icily.

Genya's fidgeting stopped. He froze in his place, daring not to move like he was afraid I'll launch on him if he does.

"Tokito Muichiro. Grandson of the infamous and murderous mafia, who has killed millions in a day without remorse. Tsugikuni Michikatsu or famously known as Kokushibo." One of the photos crumbled under the force of my hands.

"The Tokito twins are the most beloved and protected of his. Do you know that Genya?" My tone had a terrible calm descending upon it.

"Do you know what he would do if he founds out you've slept with one of his adored grandson?"

Genya flinched. He lowered his head to avoid the shame and guilt mixed with fear. The only thing I could hear was shallow breaths, ticking me off to my limit.

"Answer me, Genya." I strained a cold smile on my face.

No response.

He finally reached my breaking point.

"Fucking answer me Genya! Do you know what you've gotten yourself and myself into!? Are you fucking kidding me!?"

My voice uproared with weeks of repressed frustration, rage and fury.

Genya tried explaining. "But I-"

"No amount of money would be enough to save you if Kokushibo ever found out!" I stood up with force. Veins throbbed on my forehead and neck, threatening to burst.

With one furious motion of the hand, a glass paper weight shattered on the floor with a thunderous sound.

Genya was shaking, his eyes widen with fear. He just looked down on the floor, taking even more shallow breaths.

There was complete silence, deafening silence but the tension in the air was sparkling and jittering.

I ran a hand over my face, releasing a frustrated groan that echoed across the room. Even though the air-conditioning was on full blast, my whole being felt hot from weeks of suppressed rage.

Genya decided to break the silence.

"I-I met him at the bar. he was close friends with Tanjiro... I guess I got too drunk and..." He trailed off, adding fuel to the fire.

This motherfucker.

"Do you know where I got to know this?"

Genya stayed silent, cold sweat dripping from his face in fear.

"Our asshole of a father found you two. Few weeks ago he came into my office for a deal." A wry smile formed on my face. "Can you guess the terms of the deal, Genya?"

He shook his head.

"If I marry this guy I don't even fucking know, he'll keep the evidence. But if I don't, he will send these photos to Kokushibo and you'll die a miserable death. Miserable is an understatement."

I don't know who the fuck Tomioka Giyuu is, I don't know what connection he has with that jerk father. But no worries, I'll find out soon. Iguro is dealing with all the searching and tracking.

That jerk had stored the blackmail photos both digitally and physically. He is a paranoid fucker. Digital photos will be handled by Iguro, but we couldn't destroy the physical ones unless we know how many he had stored.

Everyday, I get closer to commiting arson.

"Aniki I-"

"Not another word Genya." My tone was harsh. "You will cut all contact with Muichiro. I'm also cutting half your financial support. You will work in the company to earn the other half, no special treatment."

My threatening glare stabbed daggers on his face.

"Are. We. Clear?" My voice dropped with a rough edge as a warning.

Fear and panic rushed in his eyes, nodding slowly with caution.

"Good. Now get the fuck out of my office."