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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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Next day, Tenjiku HQ....
Third Person's POV
The atmosphere was unusually laid-back. Rindou lounged on one of the long couches in the meeting room, scrolling lazily through his phone. Ran, seated across from him, was combing his hair, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world.
Shion and Kanji were engaged in a half-hearted game of cards, the occasional sound of cards being slapped on the table. Meanwhile, Yasuhiro sat at the far end, enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the new manga he'd brought with him, his focus entirely absorbed.
The absence of Tenjiku’s core leaders left the group in an uncharacteristic lull. Izana and Kakucho had departed early that morning for business, leaving the others to fend for themselves. Manjiro and Haruchiyo were busy elsewhere, and Hajime and Seishu had wandered off together, their destination unknown. Tetta and Shuji were tied up in negotiations with an important client.
The quiet hum of conversation filled the meeting room at Tenjiku's headquarters. Rindou, Ran, Shion, Kanji, and Yasuhiro had taken the rare opportunity to lounge about, their usual rowdiness replaced by a relaxed camaraderie. With most of the higher-ups away on business, it seemed like a rare day of respite.
However, that peace was shattered when the phone on the table suddenly rang. The group exchanged glances before Rindou, seated closest, leaned forward to answer.
“Yeah, what is it?” he asked, his tone bored.
The voice on the other end was frantic, nearly stumbling over itself in panic. "S-Sir! We have a situation! Someone kicked one of the guards in the balls and snuck into the elevator to go up!"
"You guys can handle it."
"We can't! The boss-- Izana had specifically told us not to touch this girl who looks like him!"
In an instant, everything clicked. Rindou’s eyes widened, and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the receiver tighter. “Again?!” he roared, his voice echoing through the room.
His friends immediately snapped to attention, their relaxed postures giving way to alarmed curiosity. Ran arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘again’? What the hell’s going on?”
Rindou ignored the question, slamming the phone down so hard the sharp clack made everyone flinch. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his frustration boiling over as he let out a harsh huff. "That little fucker is back!” he growled, kicking the table leg for good measure.
Shion, hearing that, felt shivers ran down to his spine. "Izana's kid?" He guessed.
Ran’s sharp gasp broke the tense silence, reverberating through the room like a crack of thunder. Kanji, wide-eyed, echoed the question as if trying to convince himself he’d heard correctly. “Izana's kid? She is here?”
