warnings for series: smau, crack, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only) mentions of violence, weapons, drugs, all will be a little ooc, enemies to lovers trope, written parts, will add more as i go
synopsis: you hated ran haitani, ever since he mistook you for one of bontens whores, you couldnt stand him. ran however, was completely smitten with you, always flirting with you, trying to get you you to like him. He just didn't understand why you hated him so much, so he made it a mission to win you over. he may just get the chance to do that with an assignment mikey sent you both on.
NAAAUURRR good luck baby!! Before I satisfy them I have to deliver two papers and they’re a pain in the ass, so I’m trying to finish them as soon as possible!! I hope everything goes well for the both of us ❤️❤️
bae… atp i wish u the best of luck & i send u all my love and support bc,, in my case— i haven’t even started and i’m alr getting my own ass handed to me <(￣︶￣)>
maee how are youuu?? did you eat?? Sorry for not interacting I’m just preparing for finals and I don’t have so much time 😭😭
mei my lv :’(( ,, dw bby i am also entering fnls week & i feel like ripping all my hair out aftr screaming to the void (눈_눈) i’m… living n tht is all tht matters to me !!! i hope u r at the vry least going thru it quickly.. tis a pain in the ass
at the start of the 1700's, the unbounded restraints of hell's burning kisses domineered the people's beliefs ... that is, 'till 2 assasins offered succor.
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⌜🌸⌝ ⋆ warning.txt?
fem pronouns. blood & murder. drugging.
the ff is written in rin's POV.
⌜🌸⌝ ⋆ tagging.txt?
@h-shibas ,, @divineei ,, @haytani
the instant that the unsettlingly eerie shouts and screams of my brother's name soon shook me awake, all of my belongings were nowhere to be seen; the three sketches of us were shredded onto now millions and millions of little pieces; and the old array of my brother's worn brushes were scattered on the floor, dripping small blobs of blood - & i sigh. i sigh in disappointment.
again?
in the bloodied floor fell my brother, his now tattered kimono - a beguiling kimono evincing what i once thought was a small illustration of a still river - falling off of his wounded shoulders as he closes his eyes.
o sweet ran. o sweet, sweet ran. why did you end up like this?
sighing once again, i looked up at my brother.
"if the boss sees you like this, he'll get mad." i murmur as i kneeled besides my sleeping brother, dabbing a wet piece of cloth onto his wounded shoulders.
"it will not matter." soon whispers my brother. i nodded & he chuckled.
"thank you, brother." added ran. "for loving me."
"i do love you."
"and you love me still."
my brother and i were poor. we always had been. i still remember that old container of jam that we got at the back of an abandoned restaurant; i still remember how happy i was that day because i can now finally know what jam tastes like.
my brother and i were poor. we always had been. we ran on the streets barefoot, slept on dirtied alleys, & ate restaurant leftovers. some people pitied us, and some people ridiculed us.
but nevertheless, we were happy.
because we had each other.
"be strong, rin, be strong." i murmur to myself, tears stinging my eyes as i helplessly looked at ran's bleeding shoulders, gripping the wet cloth in my hand as tightly as i can to surpress the falling tears. "do not cry!"
as weeks & weeks passed by, i was intent on bringing all of my attention on appearing cheerful, like i always had, for i know that is what ran wishes.
"had you eaten yet, brother? if you had not yet, i'll cook a meal for you. i'll do the cleaning too. you've been getting too stressed lately because of our assasina-"
"rin!"
... my brother slaps me.
"in this house, we are not assasins."
there was nothing else i can do but to nod.
ran and rin haitani - these were the names of the men that had been pitied and ridiculed all their lives.
ran haitani, who then was a patient and forgiving young man, is now a cold-blooded murderer who didn't accept manjiro sano's offer to be an assasin so he can earn money to build a better life for him & his brother but accepted it because he thought killing the people that pitied and ridiculed him was fun.
rin haitani, who then was a shy and distant little boy, is now a kind and helpful man who didn't accept manjiro sano's offer to be an assasin because he thought it can be an opportunity to take revenge on the people that shunned them but accepted it because it was what his brother wanted him to do.
for all our forlorn lives, these names are all we were ever known as.
some people called ran names like 'pathetic oppurtunist' or 'disappointment' while some people called me names like 'burdensome' or 'garbage'
i remember how ran happily looked at me in evenings where we are huddled together in a small, tattered blanket as our bodies shook like frail leaves because of the cold - thinking that i didn't care as i never dared to speak against it.
but, i did. so much. it hurt so much.
"ran!" a small, enthusuastic voice calls out from afar. taken by surprise, ran's jaded eyes widened in startlement at the cheerful voice that called him.
"it's miss yn ..." i murmur, my head lowered as i cover my face with a piece of cloth. i was not supposed to show my face to other people - it is so as ran wishes.
"is this miss yn a client of ours, rin?"
"yes, brother."
-
"it seems that you had taken an interest in hunting lately, miss yn."
comments my brother as he looks up at miss yn with a small smile on his face, sipping on the drink that she had brought for us. odd.
well, it seems that you had taken an interest on her, dearest brother.
"i had!" responded yn - again, as cheerfully as she did earlier when she saw us.
i don't understand why my brother had taken an interest in this woman already .. she's so annoying!
irritated, i indignantly tapped on my brother's shoulder. "brother!"
"would you like to go hunting with me, ran?"
propitious eyes glistening in the slightest hue of longing - our client, too, looked up at ran. ran? just ran? what about me?
... im getting tired of this conversation.
"i'll come if my brother can come."
brother!
"o-oh i see, i see haha .."
"yes."
"didn't the empress issue a national decree that states that she'll be forbidding hunting?" brother, please - im begging of you - don't look at me. im getting impatient and i think im going to cry because i feel so invalidated.
im not attractive like my brother is - im ugly. with my small eyes and crooked nose; of course, im ugly!
"and it, too, states that whoever dared to against the decree will be executed by the shogunate .."
"rin!"
... my brother slaps me again.
astounded, tears threatened to fall off of my eyes at my brother's actions.
there was nothing else i can do but to nod.
i nodded. and nodded. and nodded - 'till i couldn't surpress it anymore.
i started crying.
i couldn't breathe, and i felt my eyelids getting heavy.
your boyfriend stands right ahead. the park you are both in close to empty.
you wrap your arms around yourself, hands passing through your body. his eyes, dark, loom over you —examining.
“well, get on with it.” he crosses his arms, tapping the ground with his foot one too many times. “don’t waste my time.”
pursing your lips, your eyes set on the swaying grass below. a few flowers begin to decorate, painting beautiful colors onto a green canvas.
the corner of your lip twitches up at the tinge of a soft pink in between many others.
closing your eyes, your fisted hand shakes once. stance strong and unparalleled.
as a twinkle of brightness shines upon the now lighter irises, your fingers begin to fiddle with the hem of the thin jacket you are wearing.
“it’s over.” you take a deep breath. your eyes are directly upon his own, brooding. “we’re through.”
at the passiveness in his look, you see nothing to do but gulp and glance over at the fields full of colors extending in the far distance. until a laugh brings you back.
what starts out as chuckles morphs into full howling, your now ex-boyfriend holding his stomach at your display. a bead of sweat runs down the side of your forehead. a single eye peering through his eyelashes, his grin showcases his canines, baring your way.
“don’t tell me that slimy pink airhead fucked the bravery into you.” he cackles at his own words, head shaking at you.
on the other hand, you furrow your brows, turning away from him. the grip on your clothes is ghostly, cutting the circulation through your hands.
away from the smug smirk and victorious eyes he’s sporting, you scowl. brightness now turning to heat; heat to flames, burning through your pupils.
“i’m not gonna lower myself to your level, i’m not pathetic.”
concluded and done, you begin to walk away from the scene, footsteps upping the pace when your ears catch on the words the man chortles out.
“pathetic enough to run to the first guy that pities you!”
leaving the man behind, you stroll through the snow-free paths, a heavy heart right in your hands —and purplish marks that decorate your neck and collarbone, signed by haruchiyo himself.
your index finger traces over them, touch whispering from above. the unconscious smile not able to grow bigger at the movie repeating in your mind, the events from days ago plaguing your thoughts from the recent ones.
the trembling of your legs stops you, peeking at a vacant bench from the corner of your eye. you slump down, resting your head —which weighs more than tons for you— on your waiting hands.
dark gray clouds coat the sky, covering the blaring sun. minutes pass before the first drop falls on top of your head, followed by many more.
you don’t dare sit, look or stand up. you allow your clothes take a darker color, letting the rain drown you.
perhaps, your hands will stop to shake, your sight clearing up from the blurry mess mashing up in front of you.
that is, until the water stops hitting you. it’s then that you are forced to look up at the short downpour, meeting up with a pink umbrella instead.
the drops racing through your face fall, joining up in the puddles the form. you can see your own reflection in one of them, the pink haired man beside you, caught.
you watch from the water as his eyes widen, gasping when he sees your eyes on him. your lips fight for a smile to appear, sanzu scooting away and disappearing from the frame.
his arm is still up and visible, holding onto the umbrella that shields you from the rain.
“i can’t have you getting sick.” he mumbles, looking away from you with a small smile on his face. “can’t make soup to save my life.”
a silent chuckle comes from your lips, laying back on the bench and turning your head to look at him.
you take the umbrella with your free hand, guiding him with your intertwined hands to sit closer to you. now, both of you are free from the rain’s attack.
“i did it, haru, finally.” you breathe out, hand clutching his own in a harsher hold.
he brings it up to his lips, pressing them on the back, leaving a popping sound when they part. his eyes are closed as he smiles, hands still by his lips.
“i’m proud of you.” you hear the honeyed mumbling, bringing heat up to your cheeks.
meanwhile, haruchiyo tries to hide his own ones, matching with his hair.
you take a deep breath, leaving the warmth his hand brings. you raise it, resting the palm on his cosy cheek —cupping his face.
your lips quiver, haruchiyo having to put his hand on top of your own to calm it down. a screen of water coats your eyes, letting a single drop fall.
“yet i can’t stop shaking,” you whisper, taking another big breath, tuning out the beating of your own heart. “but i feel so good, so free.”
haruchiyo blinks, bringing an arm over your shoulders, letting you place your head on his own. you count the puddles, smelling the pleasantry of wet earth.
you let it cloud your senses, invading your body from the inside, as haruchiyo leaves tender kisses on your skin.
his lips leave your head, marking every crevice of your face before hovering over your lips. he pecks them —once, twice, too many times.
“do you remember our first fight?” his breath kisses your lips, eyes piercing through you.
you shut your eyes, giving him a kiss which leaves him chasing after you and your swollen lips.
nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, the mellow fragrance of the concealed cologne he sports calms the rapidness of your chest.
you are floating, the tapping of the raindrops falling upon the umbrella mute in your ears.
“you mean when you almost killed me?” you giggle, sanzu rolling his eyes and huffing.
“i was gonna say something romantic,” his whinings bring up your laughter, drowning out the pouring weather. “but never mind, now i don’t wanna say it anymore.”
although, he can’t pout much longer, carried on by your own happiness having him catch his own. his chuckling soon joins yours, the smiles unbreakable.
“thank you, haruchiyo.” you sneak in as both of your laughter dies down, making him take his head above your own to stare. “i’m also sorry.”
he frowns, eyes drooping. “for what?”
you bite your lip, his scars suddenly becoming your main interest —not being able to look away.
“for everything that i put you through.” he flinches at your tremulous voice, rubbing your arm with his hand. “for breaking our promise.”
at your words, coming from the strain of your throat, his heart beats right out of his chest. a greenish blue glints as two kids on a field of flowers lay, their smiles bright and dreams set.
finally, your heart sets quiet, the pumping now gone from your chest just to start again at haru’s hand wrapping around your own. he pulls you to him, having to stand up and steady yourself, freeing your hand from the umbrella you are holding.
you glance back at it, the rain covering you again as you try to keep up with haruchiyo ahead of you. his hair sticks to his clothes, dark pink strands on his forehead.
he cackles at your eyes, looking like plates, and your mouth agape.
“it’s never too late!” he yells out, the rain limiting your vision and hearing. nonetheless, his hand around yours comforts you. “and if we have to renew it, then we will!”
“what?” you shout, taking glimpses at the puddle covered dirt —not that it matters, having stepped on a few already. “you said you didn’t want me to get sick!”
all haruchiyo does is face you by his profile, scars stretching. he winks, stepping out of the park with you in tow.
“if you get sick and i get sick, it cancels out!”
“huh?!” you squeal, fighting the grin itching to get on your lips. “that doesn’t even make sense!”
nevertheless he doesn’t answer back, simply laughs as he carries you along, looking back to meet you and beam your way.
you can’t help but to mirror his expression, once the path you are taking becomes familiar.
♡ only 3 chaps left, i’m vry excited :3 thank u to everybody who’s been reading. much much lv !!!
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