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Izumi returns to Yunliong much earlier than expected and is met with an excitable Itaru and a soft Sakyo.
As the clock ticks, the conversation gets serious; and it seems Izumi is in need of some protection.
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"I'm back!" A young woman with long, flowing brown hair shouted upon her arrival in Itaru's 'office', dropping her bags on the floor with glee as the men who escorted her closed the door and left only three people in the room.
Her smile was broad with excitement as the familiar feeling of being back home sent a wave of comfort to settle in her stomach. Things were the same as ever, with a messy desk that had a broken plaque of Itaru's name and a coffee table to the side with a clutter of Sakyo's papers.
She even noticed that they kept her little corner clean while she was away, her large beanbag chair sitting snug in the corner with her bookshelf all neat and tidy.
By the time she was finished glancing around the room to observe her surroundings, Itaru had dropped his own file of papers to the floor out of shock. His face turned a pale white as he couldn't believe who was standing inside the room and his heart beat wildly against his chest when he saw her eyes smile in his direction.
She was even wearing the clothes he sent her a few months ago, causing his fingers to twitch at how well it fit.
Even Sakyo, who was only mildly surprised at the sudden arrival was impressed.
Her white chiffon blouse was tucked into pleated pants in the colour of pale coral and her feet were cutely pointing inwards as she donned her usual boots, making her seem younger than she was already.
Too shocked to even stand, Itaru collapsed into his chair with a slacked jaw. Sure, three years apart is a long time, but Izumi showing up without warning was definitely something that was strong enough to destroy him.
Just the sight of his Little Bunny all grown up was nearly enough to have him burst into tears.
Izumi bounced happily when she saw Sakyo stand up from the sofa by the coffee table with an elated sigh and willed herself to calm down as he took light footed steps towards her, arms held wide open.
A quiet grunt was pushed out of the grown man when she immediately took residence in his embrace with a tackle and curled her arms around his neck as he wrapped around her waist, their heads lightly knocking together.
"Welcome home, Sweetheart." Sakyo mumbled affectionately, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. The brief contact tickled her and she laughed joyously when she pulled away to take a quick look at the man who should be turning thirty soon.
His hair was slicked back today, with a few loose strands falling in front of his face. He wore a black dress shirt that had a cravat; showing off the clean skin of his throat and collarbones. He wasn't wearing his glasses either, which was a nice surprise to come home to.
The contacts made his look of the day seem.. awfully dashing.
She mentally shook herself of the thought that popped in her head and smiled warmly towards the man who was staring at her with a faint glint of adoration reflecting in his eyes. She didn't remember ever seeing Sakyo with such a gentle expression and her heart stuttered in her chest when she was held hostage by the intense gaze he still had on her.
Thankfully, Itaru chose this moment to slam his palms onto his desk and startle both of them out of their little trance, causing them to snap their heads towards a wide-eyed and pouty man.
"Bunny!" He barked childishly, lifting his hand from the desk to beckon Izumi with a single finger. "Come here. Now."
His authoritative tone made Sakyo and Izumi take a quick glance at each other, but the older man only shrugged with a resigned sigh and gave Izumi a push forward before moving back to his seat on the sofa.
She bit the tip of her tongue anxiously as she smiled at the suddenly stoic Itaru who had his arms crossed over his chest and was leaning back in his chair. Seeing such a serious face coming from Itaru made her sulk, and her footsteps were heavy when she shuffled towards him with sad puppy eyes.
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth due to the pitiful display and lifted his finger again to tell her 'closer'.
"Aru– Whoa!" She whined at the mean face, but was immediately cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into the space between Itaru's legs. The sudden jerk of movement nearly had her toppling over, and she had to grip onto the back of his chair as her knee knocked into his thigh. Her small frame looming over the messy haired blond made him smile in satisfaction.
"Hi." He said simply, craning his neck to look up at Izumi. Her cheeks were dusted a pretty pink due to the compromising position and they were a little too close for comfort as Itaru's nose was nearing her chest, and her back was arched due to the strong grip he had on her waist.
Her flustered expression quickly switched into something akin to annoyance when he didn't let go and she reached down to pinch a cheek of his between her fingers, eliciting a boring reaction of Itaru only smiling while one of his eyes closed. Her small punishment wasn't enough to deter him and he hoisted Izumi even further into the chair with him until she was basically seated in his lap.
"Itaru!" She scolded him, even more agitated and embarrassed as she pushed her hands into his shoulders to put some space between them, turning her head to send Sakyo a look that told him she needed help.
The unflinching emotion on his face let Izumi know that he wasn't going to do anything to get her out of her predicament and she groaned in annoyance once Itaru had his face buried into the crook of her neck, blowing playful little raspberries onto her skin.
The childish behaviour was endearing for only a brief second and with a sweet voice, Izumi tried to coax Itaru into letting her go.
"Alright, Kitty-Kitty, time to let g– ow!" Her voice raised an octave right when Itaru sunk his teeth into her neck after one last raspberry, and she forced the man away from her by roughly pushing him by the shoulders, her hand flying up to cover the part he bit. "What the hell, Itaru!"
Her voice was slightly panicked as a blush rose to her cheeks and her pretty eyes widened causing Itaru to only smile dreamily and lick his lips.
"Sakyo!" Izumi complained loudly to avoid getting teased by Itaru for getting flustered, "He bit me!"
Not even looking up from his paperwork, the older man responded: "It's his way of saying he missed you."
Izumi's face twisted into something akin to disgust upon hearing the answer she did not want to hear and snapped her head back in Itaru's direction to glare at the dopey looking man, grabbing a fistful of his shirt as a threat while he only pulled her in closer.
"I'm gonna break your teeth, Its." She hissed quietly, not at all minding how she was straddling his lap anymore as Itaru responded by licking his teeth with a grin.
"Sakyo's already done that before. Come up with something else."
She threw her hands up in the air clearly annoyed with the blond. "You are impossible as always. Let go of me." She swatted at his arms, trying to make a move to get her feet back on the floor.
Itaru tutted, readjusting his grip on her so that she wouldn't slip away so easily. "Where's my 'please'?" He chided, forcing Izumi to pause in her movements with a pout.
"Please?" She clasped her hands together in a pleading motion and batted her eyelashes at the young man with a tilted head, trying to send him a nice smile to make it harder to say no.
Itaru paused. "No."
"I hate it here." Izumi hissed at a cheekily grinning Itaru and used sheer force to break away from the man's grip, an annoyed growl escaping her once he let go. She lifted up her hands to brush away the creases that formed in her clothing while standing back up on her feet to move to her beanbag chair in the corner and to get away from the clingy puppy.
Despite obviously being rejected by their favourite girl, Itaru was quick to ignore the files he dropped on the floor and instead propped his elbows up on his desk to rest his chin in his hands. His eyes were filled with love as he stared at Izumi from across the room and the woman shifted uncomfortably under the probing stare, her fingers fiddling with the soft fabric of her seat.
While slumping in her chair, Izumi's eyes slowly trailed towards Sakyo who was still looking over a few documents on his table, pinching his chin in thought. She sighed tiredly and sunk deeper into the beanbag.
"Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?" She inquired, getting bored of just sitting there as the two men worked.
Well. Sakyo was working.
The normally bespectacled blond glanced up from the documents laid out in front of him and dropped his pen haphazardly, falling back into the sofa elegantly as he crossed a leg over the other. His shoulders sagged with exhaustion as he actually nodded his head, much to Izumi's surprise.
When the girl was away, abroad, doing whatever she chose to, it was quite peaceful in Yunliong, but just a few days before today, they had finally seen some movement coming from Guo Dian's base at the edge of the city. Slowly but surely, some of his men were filing in. Sakyo and Itaru didn't have time to consider if this was because they knew Izumi was coming back earlier than expected, or if it was just a coincidence.
"A few days ago Guo Dian's men were seen slipping into the city," Sakyo sighed, lifting a hand to run through his already mussed up hair, "and I am now wondering if it has something to do with you."
At the mention of her ex boyfriend, Izumi's body straightened, her eyes wide.
"But I'm supposed to be dead." She whispered sharply, the look on her face telling the man that she thought his theory was ridiculous. Izumi disappeared for three years and never should have been able to be tracked down at any point. It had to be a coincidence, but it was just too much of one. Plus, it seemed odd to make the first move only after such a specific time period.
Sakyo sighed again, while Itaru was too busy fiddling around with his fancy pen to concentrate on the conversation at hand.
"It has to be a coincidence, Kyo. There's no answer clearer than that."
"Yes, well, even if we do have the answer, it doesn't help that there's a good chance Guo Dian will find out you're alive, and soon." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm the bubbling emotions rising in him.
Itaru whistled softly, tapping away at his phone. It was like the words being thrown around were entering one ear and exiting out the other for him, but as he was finishing up whatever he was doing he smiled happily, setting down the device.
"Well, if we can't stop it from happening, we can just have someone help us avoid it for as long as possible, right?" The suggestion the lazy blond made was simple. It also wasn't the worst idea he had come up with and it actually had Izumi nodding along, much to Itaru's delight.
Obviously, Sakyo seemed to be reluctant to agree but it also seemed like he knew just who Itaru was talking about. And before he could open his mouth to express his doubt, a tall man entered the room without knocking, hand in his pocket as he kicked the door closed behind him.
The words in Sakyo's throat died down when he saw the slouching figure and could only release a gentle sigh of resignation.
It looked like the only thing Sakyo could do was sigh.
"What's with the text, Nerd?" The man's voice was gruff as he stared in boredom at Itaru who was in the middle of fixing his shades, free hand flipping his phone up in the air and catching it over and over again.
Izumi and Sakyo both looked at each other with blank expressions due to the unheard of nickname, but the girl was quick to get over her brief amusement to properly look at the new person that had just come in.
He wore a plain white hoodie underneath a large black denim jacket with a pair of black tapered trousers to match, a loose chain hanging from his belt loops. What he wore on his feet left Izumi a bit suspicious when she saw splotches and streaks of maroon on his white Polo sneakers, even managing to dirty up the white athletic crew socks he wore beneath.
He also wore a black beanie, probably to hide a nest of messy hair and when the man briefly turned his head to take a glance at the ogling Izumi, she noticed the long scar that ran down the side of his chin and how his brown eyes looked at her as if she was just a pile of rocks.
"Ohms! Came by faster than I expected." Itaru happily clapped his hands then motioned for the man to come closer to his desk, to which he took one step forward and that was it. The excitable blond smiled and quickly motioned towards the brunette while looking at Sakyo.
"Don't you think Omi's good for the job? Definitely strong enough to care for our Little Bunny."
The man, Omi, turned his head again to take another look at Izumi who was still slumped in her beanbag chair then jabbed a thumb in her direction with an unappreciative tone in his voice. "You're tellin' me I came all th'way up here just to be told I gotta care for this tiny thing?"
"Uh. Yeah." Itaru scoffed and rolled his eyes at the casually dressed young man who was now glaring daggers at him. "You've seen her before, Ohms. Carried her to the hospital room all those years ago, remember?"
And clearly, it seemed to Izumi, that Omi did not remember. Hell, even she had no clue how she made it to the hospital so she couldn't really blame him. Plus, she wasn't connected to him and he obviously had no interest in protecting her, so it felt that there wasn't much of an option here.
"Huh.. Girl was super fuckin' weak, though." He chuckled, nonchalant. He crossed his arms over his chest with a barely amused smile and turned around to face Izumi who had an apparent frown on her face. "Hope it ain't the same now."
The challenge hung in the air clear as day, and as much as Sakyo wanted to call out and tell Izumi not to fall for the bait, the girl was already standing up from her beanbag chair, loading up her stance as she held her fists up in front of her face in a defensive position. Her eyes had quickly turned from starry to steely as her eyebrows creased together, and right after she found her balance lifted her leg up to shoot her foot out into a heavy push kick.
She meant to aim for Omi's chin with the heel of her boot, but her ankle was quickly caught by the man's large hand before she could even reach him, letting out a startled gasp when he yanked her forward in a haphazard motion until the bottom of her boot was pressed against his sternum, his other hand snapping out to grab her by the arm of her blouse to keep her from falling over.
"I ain't too tall for you, am I?" He grinned mockingly, eyes smiling down at her as he pressed her boot further against his chest, fingers tight around her ankle as Izumi struggled to stay balanced. The panic on the woman's face was enough for Omi to feel a satisfied warmth drip down to his fingertips and his rough skin pulled at her shirt to keep her up. "Maybe try reaching for a spot you can reach next time, hm?"
And with that, Omi's smile vanished into thin air and the shine to his eyes died. He let go of Izumi's ankle, nearly throwing the girl into a spin if he hadn't been gripping onto her shirt with a fierce hold. Another smile made its way onto his face, but it was much more patronising, his hand lazily pulling Izumi forward with ease as she stumbled into his dirty chest.
He made sure she was looking at him and grabbed her face with a single hand, much like how Itaru did all those years ago when he first met her. Her neck craned as Omi forced her to tilt her head up with his brass rings digging into her cheeks, his voice a low rumble as he brought their faces closer until he was sure he could feel her stuttering breath against his lips.
"Tiny thing like you's gonna get crushed." He warned her quietly, their noses just barely touching. "I'll break ya in a second if I have to."
"Alright, that's enough. Let go of her, Omi." Sakyo murmured ominously once he saw Izumi's hands wrap around the arm of her new acquaintance. A low huff, full of mirth, escaped Omi's mouth when he slapped away the hands that tried to grab onto him and released the girl's face from his firm grip. Izumi stumbled a few steps away while she caught her shaking breath and planted her palms onto the edge of Itaru's desk with wide eyes staring at the smiling blond, her lips silently forming the word 'what the fuck?'.
"Dumbass over here probably texted you something about having a new task." Sakyo sighed again. How many times has he sighed today? Lightly brushing at an itch that appeared beneath his eye, the older man smiled ruefully and closed his eyelids to rest them, wondering why the hell Itaru decided to pick Omi over anyone else to look after her. The man wasn't really the nicest of the bunch and he didn't open up to people very well either.
The young man nodded his head as if it was gonna drop from his neck soon, eyes showing he had no particular interest in what the task was as he watched the back of Izumi's heaving shoulders, the corner of his mouth lifting up just the slightest when she made a certain hand gesture at Itaru. He politely motioned towards Izumi who was still whispering angrily at the other man while turning his head to look at Sakyo, lips pursed. "'N' that's my task, ain't it?"
"Precisely. Right now, I want you to escort her to her old apartment. There's a secret compartment located in her room, but she never told us how to open it before she left." He said calmly, rubbing one of his temples with the pads of his fingers as the bickering between Itaru and Izumi gradually grew louder.
"Ehh.." Omi frowned at the new task and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his weight on one foot as he got tired of standing. "Can't you two bring her yourselves? And why wait so long to open it?"
"We're busy with paperwork and running a city," Itaru groaned over the hissing of Izumi, swatting away at the girl who had suddenly gotten hold of the collar of his shirt, "you know. The bad guy stuff."
There was a look of disgust that quickly flashed across Omi's face when he was faced with the job to take care of this little girl, and he mentally punched Itaru in the face for making him do such a thing. He let his head drop back to release an annoyed grumble before snapping back to his proper form, taking lazy strides towards Izumi who had finally let go of her whining victim.
"Wha-- Hey!" The girl exclaimed in shock when Omi spun her around by the waist and easily lifted her onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry. The action was done so effortlessly that Izumi didn't have any time to react and when she could, Omi was already heading out of the office with her smallest, emptiest bag in hand, the fear of being purposely dropped by him weighing heavy in her stomach.
"See ya." Omi said behind his shoulder as Izumi went limp under his grip; not finding it worth the trouble to fight a man who could easily overpower her and break her neck. As much as she trained with Sakyo, Itaru, and a few others, the size difference between her and Omi threw all of that hard work down the drain. She huffed out an indignant sigh as she let the taller man carry her down the steps of the building, but winced when each step made his shoulder dig into her stomach.
"You can be a little nicer, you know. I don't bite." She griped unhappily to which Omi scoffed as he took the last step and brought them into the lobby, dropping Izumi onto her feet while readjusting his grip on her bag.
"But I do, so don't push yer luck with me, Pup." He said, roughly nudging her by the shoulder to turn the girl around so that she would start walking towards the exit of the building with him in tow, his large frame towering over her smaller one as he followed her out and went down whatever street she was going to take them.
His steps were much slower as she tried to stay in front of him with her own quick shuffling, but inevitably she got tired, and gently asked the man if they could walk even slower.
"Should've stayed close t'me anyways. Someone else can getcha if ya wander too far, and I ain't gonna save you."
"Mhm." At this point, with how set Omi was on keeping some sort of emotional detachment from her, Izumi just started to block out whatever nonsense he was trying to tell her to try and keep her away. Definitely, he seemed like an abrasive guy with how their first meeting went, but if they were going to have to deal with each other from now on, they were going to have to work on this strange relationship.
Using that reason as an excuse for her next action, Izumi casually sidled up to Omi, still looking ahead even when he stared down at her, perplexed.
"This is me staying close." She said as she took the man's arm and lifted it up, lazily latching herself onto his side while curling the limb around her shoulders until she was nicely tucked against him. The sudden decline of space between them caused Omi to take a sharp intake of breath, but he quickly covered it with another scoff, pretending not to be agitated at how her small hand managed to wrap around his middle finger to hold onto him.
"Whatever." He muttered under his breath, trying to keep his annoyance to a bare minimum.
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Italian Soda : Describe your dream date
since I'm such a hopeless romantic and a jade hoe my dream date is probably set by the beach,, probably goofing around in the sand, shoes in our hands or something while the sound of the sea calms me. Perhaps we can also h*ld h*nds while walking around, as i bring their hand close to my lips as I profess my love-- WAIT LMAOO FUCK WHAT AM I SAYING 😭
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AAA ROU!!! first of all i'm sorry u literally have to put up w me popping up every after 5 years.. i am doing it again as i am typing this down oops... thabk u for ur patience with me love u lots, thank you so much and ily again cause u better know that 🥰
