Somewhere Between - Haitani Brother's x Y/N (Reupload)

Chapter 2: Flashing Lights

As I made my way towards the private suite, my eyes landed on the two men already there. One of them had a pink mullet and was dressed in a light grey suit with no jacket. His forearm tattoo matched Ran's throat tattoo, and his aquamarine eyes sparkled as he smiled, revealing a scar across his lips. Two scantily clad girls were sitting on his lap, with "expensive whore" written on their foreheads. I could tell he was wealthy and powerful, from the Dom Perignon they were drinking and the white gold Cartier rings on his fingers.

Next to him sat another man, who looked like a younger version of Ran. He had a wisteria-toned mullet, the same sleepy eyes, his eyes were slightly grayish almost lavender and had tattoos on his throat and hand. He was wearing a cerulean suit with a lilac tie, and his stare was fixed on me, completely ignoring the girl next to him. I felt his heavy gaze on my body as he rested his chin in his hands, his shoulders resting on top of his thighs. I couldn't help but blushing as I felt his eyes bore on mine as I walked towards them holding on to Ran... for a moment the lavender eyed boy and I were in our own little world as if we were communicating without words, he lowered is hands and showed a faint smirk.

As Ran led me to the suite, his hand rested on my bare back, sending shivers down my spine. The suite was on the second floor of the club, providing a perfect view of the center of the dance floor. Was this the place where I was being observed from?....I settled onto the plush red leather couch, taking in the air that reeked of Cohibas and expensive cologne. This was clearly the boys' zone.

The private lounge had red leather couches and mirrors lining the walls, the room was dark except by the red light art pieces hanging from the ceiling, from the balcony you could appreciate everything that happened on the dance floor. There was a big neon sign behind where we were sitting that read "under the influence" and all the girls servicing the area looked the same in their lingerie sets and silicone breasts. I chuckle a little and think to myself, am I supposed to be feeling so grateful right now because this guy approached me instead of going for any of these girls? What a douche

"Hello, kitten...have we met before?" greeted the pink-haired man with a Cheshire cat smile. He pours me a glass of champagne and hands it to me. "Sanzu Haruchiyo, but you can call me Haru...pleased to meet you." His eyes roamed over my body with obvious hunger, but I could tell he looked at all women that way. His aura was completely deranged with a hint of darkness "Don't think we've met before" I respond accepting the drink

As Ran took his seat next to me, I watched the lavender-eye man rise from the couch, his demeanor ice-cold and his eyes fixed on me with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. "I'm out of here," he said with an air of indifference before he was about to walk out of the room. I couldn't help but feel like he was undressing me with his gaze.

"Don't be fucking lame, Rindou," Sanzu said, pulling out a cigar and lighting it. Rindou stopped walking for a second and turned around "She's not my type" he said bluntly, focused solely on leaving the room. As he was about to head out, he gave one last glance my body in a way that made me uncomfortable. What was his problem?

"Excuse my brother, darling," Ran said to the girl Rindou had left behind. "It wasn't you. Rindou is just very particular." He paid the girl, who thanked him quietly before leaving the suite. It was clear to me that she was indeed a prostitute, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of business Rindou had to attend to. Ran on the other hand was quite charismatic and charming with Women.

As I watched Ran's eyes scrutinize my body, I couldn't help but feel exposed under his gaze. He pointed out the obvious, that I was different from the other girls on the dance floor, and I couldn't deny it. But instead of feeling embarrassed, I decided to play along with his game.

"Can't a girl just have a little fun?" I responded with a coy smile, following his lead and looking him up and down with the same level of scrutiny. "I enjoy living in the moment."

As I reached out to tease him by grabbing his chin, I could see the intrigue in his eyes. It was clear that I had piqued his interest with my boldness, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at my ability to hold my own against someone as alluring as Ran.

As I watched Ran closely, I could sense his interest in me. He was intrigued by my presence and couldn't quite place me in any particular category. "Who are you?" he asked, his eyes fixated on me. "You are no girl next door just walking here for a girls night out... no that's not you. You are not an escort or a performer either... I can tell by your indifference. Money and power seem to have no effect on you. So tell me who are you?"

I smiled and batted my lashes at him. "That's for me to know and for you to find out, Ran," I said coyly. Ran leaned forward, his intoxicating smell making my heart race. He whispered in my ear, "It's a dangerous world out there, Y/N."

I couldn't help but whisper back, "Why don't you tell me who you are, Ran?" The tension between us was palpable and I was completely aroused by his presence.

He leans back slightly, but his hand is still firmly on the nape of my neck. His eyes bore into mine, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through me. "I am not a very patient Man, Y/N" he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I go after what I want, and I don't let anyone stand in my way." He had the audacity to smirk after that

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as he speaks. I'm acutely aware of how close I am to him, how his hand on my neck makes me feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful.

"Well," I say, trying to match his boldness, "I happen to be really selective on who I let in my inner circle. I choose who I like and who I get involved with, and I can't stand entitled boys who think their fancy clothes and watches impress anyone."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my cheek. "Well I can't stand arrogant little girls who like to play hard to get, you are in desperate need of some discipline aren't you baby?" he murmurs, and I feel a shiver run down your spine. The audacity of this men knew no limit

As he releases his grip on my neck, I feel a sudden wave of dizziness wash over me, the feelings of seduction and the heat of the room suddenly transform into an odd headache and feeling of weakness. This sensation wasn't entirely foreign to a seasoned partygoer like myself. As I keep trying to balance myself, I realize that the champagne I had been drinking had been spiked with something. Ran's expression, which was once filled with dominance, now morphs into one of genuine concern as he notices my distress.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his worry palpable in his voice. I struggle to keep my eyes open and stay conscious, feeling myself sway and fall a little closer to him.

As I struggle to stay conscious, my eyes fall on Sanzu, who's grinning wickedly as he sticks out his tongue, revealing a small pill. It all clicks into place - he's the one who spiked my drink. Ran's voice sounds muffled and distant, even though he's right beside me, as he demands, "What the fuck did you do, Haruchiyo?" His tone is angry and upset, I feel a small flicker of hope that he might help me.

As Sanzu grinned triumphantly, Ran's expression shifted from concern to fury. "What the hell did you give her?" he demanded, his voice muffled in your fading consciousness.

Sanzu's playful tone didn't waver. "You seemed like you needed a little help... she seemed stubborn, buddy."

Ran's grip on your body tightened as the realization hit him. "Necrophilia isn't my thing, you sick fuck" he spat, his voice tinged with disgust.

The world around me began to blur as I slipped into unconsciousness, the last words I heard echoing in your mind like a haunting refrain. A whisper escaping my mouth faintly before I passed out "Ran..." last thing I feel is my body being lifted as If I was being carried