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tw: reader held at gunpoint

It was raining hard and today was the one day you chose not to take your umbrella. You had taken your umbrella for the past 3 days because the weather forecast said that it was going to rain, but it never did. Until today 

You sighed looking at the rain, the bus stop provided your shelter from the rain but you were freezing, you looked at the small led lit tv screen placed under the left side wall of the bus stand. PUBLIC TRANSPORT CANCELLED written in capital bold red. 

Oh great just your luck, the one day you dont bring your umbrella its pour’s like a waterfall and not to mention your new tan boots, you were fine with getting it wet but not on your first wear, if you were to walk to the 7/11 around the corner the dirt water would ruin them. 

You looked around the bus stop looking for a place with warmth and shelter, you spotted a warehouse that wasn't that far. Using your dark brown leather shoulder bag as something to cover your head, you hurriedly rushed towards the huge, old, probably abandoned shed. 

As you approached the entrance there was a big block of wood used as a lock, you struggled for a few seconds before you moved the wood block, as soon as the door opened you entered the shed.A rush of relieve washed over you as you saw the tan boots on your foot were free from the dirt mixed muddy water. 

“Who are you?” a voice shocked you, you turned to look up looking for who that was, to your surprise the warehouse that looked abandoned wasn't so. There was a green old 3 seater couch, on it was a bright deep red pillow and on the other end was a brown shiny acoustic guitar beneath it a white fluffy blanket. 

“Are you deaf or something?” The same voice louder this time asked you to turn your neck around to lock eyes with a man, wearing a black turtle neck with a pair of blue jeans. And in raised hand he held a sleek piston, pointed right at you...

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a new beginning

Sanzu X Reader:

It was the day you waited for when you met your fiance, Hiro Tanaka. He was the perfect gentleman, you both are high school sweethearts and have been in love for the past 7 years. So when he asked to marry you 8 months ago, you were over the moon. You’ve been waiting for this day to come ever since you were a little girl.

And here you finally are dressed in ivory white lace and delicate fabric from head to toe, your hair beautifully put in a bun with a few strands of hair falling onto your face. The ivory white wedding gown you wore fitted your body perfectly, the off the shoulder nylon-lace material matched the long white lace tulle veil that trailed behind you. 

“Are you ready?” your mom called out for you, peeking her head into the bridal room, she stepped it “you look wonderful darling” she said walking towards you, admiring your beauty. You stepped down from the mini podium walking towards her and embracing her into a hug. Before pulling apart and giving her a small nod. 

Both of you walk out of the bridal room heading towards the main wedding hall in the church, Hiro your sweetheart fiance had arranged and paid for the whole wedding, and everything was so perfect. You were thankful to get married to a man like him, “ready?” your mom asked as she handed you the red roses bouquet. 

When the grand church doors opened you saw him standing there in a black Italian suit, a rose pinned to his suit, each step you took was graceful and perfect. After all you had practiced walking like this a hundred times yesterday, finally reaching the podium you let go of your mothers hand and step on the stage. 

Hiro reached out for your hand kissed your knuckles, you both stood facing each other as the pastor opened the holy book, “Family and Friends we are gathered here to witness the joining on Hiro Tanaka and (YN/LN) in holy matrimony” 

The ceremony continued and a few tears were shed when the vows were read out, “Do you Hiro Tanaka take (Y/N) (L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer and in sickness and health” the pastor said facing you both “I do-

Before he could complete his sentence “I OBJECT” a woman in burgundy red dress stood up, “Hiro, you had promised me that you were going to tell her about us” she shouted up in tears, you were star struck, horrified you looked over at Hiro. 

He didn't say anything, just stood there in silence and the guest started bickering “Hiro, is she lying?” you asked him, not to wanting to assume the worst. He just looked at you with guilt in his eyes “HIRO” you said out louder wanting an answer from him, wanting reassurance that she was lying to you that the woman at your wedding wearing a red lacy dress was lying to you, and all of this was some kind of sick joke. 

“Im so sorry (Y/n), It was-” before he could finish his sentence you slapped him, The whole church gasped as you turned away from lifting up your wedding dress and running way from the podium, running away from the wedding hall, running away from Hiro the man you loved, running away from friends and family and most importantly running away from your childhood dream. 

You ran out of the grand hall out of the church you were staying in ran until you found an abandoned rundown building, you needed to gather your thoughts before you go back there and make a wild decision. The area looked as if it had been inhabited for years, the grey concrete that contrasted the ivory fabric you were wearing. 

Walking into the building you looked for a place to sit and cry, cry out your feelings, cry out the betrayal and humiliation you faced today. You walked towards the broken balcony door and sat down next to the shattered glass pieces on the floor. Sitting there in silence and sorting out your thoughts. 

A few feet above you were 7 men on their knees all blindfolded and muffled and a few beaten up “So boss what should we do with them now?” A tall man in his navy blue 3 piece, with pink hair and a black tattoo of a logo stood with a gun pointed to one of the 7 bonded men asked, ahead of them sat a skinnier slim man in black pajamas and wearing black slippers chewing on his taiyaki. 

He chewed up the bite he had previously take “Kill em” a low whisper was heard by him before he took another bite from the bright red and blue packeted taiyaki, Sanzu rang 3 gunshots from his silenced glock and 3 bodies fell to the grey concrete as their blood flowed onto the floor. “Oops  looks were out of bullets” Sanzu said in a mocking tone, walking towards the wall where his katana slanted onto the wall. 

The katana blade so sharp and clean, so clean that it could be used as a mirror. The pinklet walked over to the remaining 4 men before swinging his katana and slicing off the heads of the 4 remaining heads one by one “The job’s done bo-” before he could finish his sentence a clatter sound of something falling caught the 2 men’s attention. 

Sanzu smirked before heading towards the source of the sound “come out come out” he mocked as he dragged the katana head on the floor dragging the pool of blood along. To his surprise it was just a squirrel running away from a crushed cold drink can, “its nobody boss” he said turning around before something from the corner of his eye caught his attention. 

A lady sitting in white, looks like a wedding dress. 

You turned around when you heard a low deep voice behind you, your eyes fixed onto a man holding a katana, his clothes blooded, you were horrified “look what we have here” he said as your eyes locked onto each other, you would run away but your ankles hurt from the escape before. 

You turned around hoping that he would go away which you knew would never happen, but deep down you hoped that today wouldn't be your last day on earth. Footsteps behind you grew louder and louder before it stopped right behind you and then all of a sudden a man crouched down to your level, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

He was beautiful with his bright emerald green eyes and the most remarkable feature was that he had two diamond shaped scars “so beautiful” you said before mindlessly reaching out to one of his scars. 

His hand gripped your wrist before your finger tips could reach his skin “stanger danger sweetheart” he sang in a mocking tone “I could kill you if I wanted to” he spoke sharper this time, you huffed and coldly replied “Im already dead inside”. 

He laughed at your face before gripping onto your wrist tighter not wanting to let go “found out about the secret missus on your special day?” he questioned tilting his head, you tried to answer him but your throat tightened so you simply nodded sadly. 

“Its alright the scumbag doesn't deserve you anyway” he said as his hand left your now bruised wrist and brushed across your cheek, “you look so pretty” he mummered “Sanzu the cars here” Mikey's voice rung out from behind you two, you turned around as saw a man slim and short in a black T shirt and lost pants, he didn't acknowledge your presence. 

“Take care of it, I will be waiting” he said heading towards the all black sedan, you turn your head to sanzu waiting for your death. You closed your eyes and lifted your head up so that he could cut your throat and get the job over with quickly "I'm not going to kill you sweetheart, your dressed in all white, so pretty” he paused before “Marry me …” he asked 

“(Y/n)” you foolishly told him, “Marry me (y/n) and I’ll make you forget all about that jerk” he said it like it was a promise. You were already dressed in your ivory wedding gown now stained by blood holding onto your rose bouquet “I do” you foolishly answered once again looking deep into his eyes. 

He leaned forward and stole a kiss from you, a kiss so desperate and needy, his tongue explored all of your mouth and when you both finally pulled apart from each other a string of saliva connected you both for a second before breaking apart. He stood up first and reached for your hand before bowing down and softly kissing your knuckles. 

“Let’s go” he whispered into your ear as you both stood up and started walking towards the sedan parked in front of the broken building. He pulled the car door open for you and let you in the car stuffing your dress and veil inside before he got in and closed the door. ”Drive” he ordered the frightened driver. As you passed the church hall she shifted again, “give it to me” he said, grabbing the bouquet that you tightly held and tossing it out of the car, in front of the church hall. 

First time writer, this is a one-shot, Should I make this a series??

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