A yakuza needs a fighter
A soldier wants revenge
What happens when this two make a deal but ends up being the best decision of their lives as the navigate through this storm called life. Will the survive or will they sink the twist and turns
Spending a day with Takeshi was exactly what I needed to understand my growing admiration for the Yakuza. He remained an enigma in some respects, yet underneath it all, he was nothing but a fluffy, mischievous bunny. Following our visit to the tailor, he was due for a haircut. Oddly, he kept doting on me, insisting that if I didn't want to accompany him, I could head to the mall instead. But there was no way I was leaving his side.
"Okay, but do you need anything?" he inquired.
"Usagi, I'm fine. Let's go," I replied as we reached the building.
He's grown accustomed to me calling him 'Usagi' whenever I want him to relax. He's mentioned that he's starting to enjoy the way I say it, finding it soothing, but only when we're alone.As we exited the car, he donned his mask, mirroring my own, with bodyguards flanking us on both sides. Entering the shop, I noticed it was closed—a common occurrence whenever he brought me along.
"Mr. Aizawa, how are you today?" a man with a gentle voice inquired, bowing respectfully.
"Choi, I trust I haven't interrupted anything," Takeshi spoke in his stoic, velvety deep business tone.
"Darling, for you, never," Choi responded.
"Excellent. This is my fiancée, Amaya. Sakura, meet Choi, our family's hairstylist," Takeshi introduced us.
"Oh my God, is this the beauty you've been spotted with?" Choi exclaimed, turning to me. "She exudes the grace of an African queen, even in those clothes."
"Thank you," I said with a small bow, "I really like your hair."
"Oh, and she speaks Japanese; she's a keeper," he said as he winked at Takeshi, "Alright, am I doing yours or her hair?"
"Mine, but if she wants, you can do her hair too," Takeshi said as he seated me in the chair next to his.
"Do you want anything, honey?" Choi asked as he prepared Takeshi's hair.
"I was thinking of a long wolf cut, if you can do that," I said as Takeshi took my hand and intertwined it with his.
"Sure, let me finish with this handsome devil, then I will be with you, okay?" he said as he began styling Takeshi's hair.
I must say, I was quite intrigued by his strategy, particularly because he measured everything with precision. Takeshi was on his phone and would occasionally squeeze my hand, seemingly to check if I was alright. After about 30 minutes, Choi finished styling Takeshi's hair and was simply brushing it back.
"Could you leave one or two strands out?" I asked.
Takeshi looked at me in question while Choi gave me a knowing look, he did as told and Takeshi took of his mask to check and FUCK! this man is hot. When he was satisfied with the look, he put on his mask, Choi smiled knowingly and disappeared into the back room. Takeshi looked at me with his sexy eyes.
"Is this what you wanted, Sakura?" he inquired, his voice deep and velvety.
I simply nodded as Choi returned with some hair products. "Okay, cutie, let's style your hair. You wanted a long wolf cut, correct?"
"Yes, and a re-dye because my hair is starting to show some bronze tips," I said as I turned to face the mirror.
"Alright, let's get started," he announced, removing my hair tie.
After about an hour of washing, tugging, dyeing, and cutting my hair, Choi finished his work. I must admit, I was thoroughly impressed with his ability to manage black African hair.
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The hair was perfectly done and glossy; he had managed to tame my unruly hair, and I was impressed. I glanced at Takeshi for his reaction. He was staring at me, wide-eyed, and I could see that even behind the mask, his mouth was open.
"Is it that bad?" I asked, feeling self-conscious about my appearance.
"No, Darling, he's just awestruck. You look absolutely gorgeous," Choi said as he brushed away an imaginary tear.
Takeshi seemed to snap out of his trance and blinked a few times. "I don't think I've ever seen this hairstyle look so beautiful on anyone."
I blushed, and he chuckled as he paid Choi, then told him when he needed to fly out for the event so he could come and style my hair beforehand.
"Sakura, are you hungry?" Takeshi inquired as we settled into the car.
"Yeah, is it time for lunch?" I asked as the vehicle began to move.
"Yes, Haru and Akira will join us at the mall, but it might be crowded. Is that alright with you?" he questioned.
"Yeah, no problem," I replied, gazing at the now overcast sky. "It looks like it might rain soon."
"We can head home with Haru and Akira if it does," he suggested, also observing the sky.
"Okay," I responded, turning to look at him.
"Haru is going to be thrilled when she sees your new haircut—I know I am," he remarked, locking eyes with me.
"You're going crazy... for me?" I teased, arching an eyebrow.
He drew me closer by the waist and removed his mask. Leaning down, his breath caressed my ear.
"You have no idea," he said in his husky velvet voice that sent shivers down my spine, "if I gave in, I would have already fucked your brains out by now."
He lightly bit my ear before pulling back, looking at his phone, leaving my body hot and bothered. His word held promise and the brat in me wanted to see is he would actually act on it but one look at his lap I could see that he was not joking. I blushed and looked out of the window ignoring his hand that was rubbing my right thigh.
I think I am starting to fall in love with this man....
