content warning !! ;; violence, blood, gore, death, mentions of a gunshot once, mentions of a katana
characters ;; sanzu haruchiyo × reader
author's note ;; ok so,, this is a songfic too hesksn based on the same song, "the red means i love you" so yeah— snjdksdjs hope you'll enjoy??
sanzu had always lived up to his nickname - 'the mad loyal dog'. fulfilling every one of mikey's wishes and commands - that's exactly how he got himself into this mess.
he'd been asked to lure you out in the span of a week, and kill you for going against bonten.
he wasn't one to go against god's word. and why would he?
'those who don't fit into bonten, are scraps.'
though one of the most dangerous criminals in all of japan, he had a charm that'd make people fall for him instantaneously. a heartthrob - if you will. there were people who'd die to look him in those deep blue eyes, and kiss the scars that adorned his face. there was no reason to believe you were any different.
so he took you on a date. and another. maybe three? the point was, his plan was working. you turned out to be dumber than he expected. letting him take you anywhere, knowing who he was? come on, even a child would've known better. four dates later, the weekend being dangerously close, he decided sunday would be the day he'd end it all.
"hey, [name], for our next date, i want you to wear your favourite shade of red. i'll take you somewhere special on sunday."
you complied, and sunday came in the blink of an eye. you got ready - a crimson red hugging your body and you smiled as you packed your purse. today was the day you'd confess.
he took you to his hideout.
this is it, it's happening.
he was excited. you both got out of his car, and then, he pulled his katana out. in that moment, if you were to be honest, the stretching of his scars and joy painting his face was prettier than his pitiful acting over the past few days. in mere seconds the sword was in your hand and injuring sanzu.
all he could do was widen his eyes in utter shock and try to dodge the attacks. it took you around five minutes to tackle him to the ground.
he couldn't move. his arms hurt. you had stabbed his chest one too many times, and his legs had stopped. he couldn't move.
it was your turn to smile. not the fake, sweet one you'd shown him in the past. this was the real you - cunning, and evil. just like him. maybe, even worse.
you crouched down to him, taking his chin between your slender fingers, you leaned in as if you were to kiss him, but instead, stopped an inch apart and licked the blood on his lips. his blood.
"the red means, i love you."
you shot him. right in the heart. he didn't fight back, simply laid down on the floor, tired.
"tasting my blood means, i love you."
he whispered back, along with his last breath.
