Indebted ⭑˚🥀⭑ 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟
yandere!ocs x f!reader
yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai
Following your mother’s recent passing, you are visited by a group of men claiming that your father abandoned all his debt and obligations, leaving you to take his place.
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The office reeked of cigarettes, printer ink, and burnt coffee. It was your first time you’d come in over the past few days, and needless to say, the atmosphere had not been missed.
With the exception of Yuki and Hikaru, the rest of the members still didn’t like you. Well, perhaps Masahi could be excluded from that group, but for the most part, your statement held true. It was already stifling enough being the only woman in a building full of criminal men, what with the way they eyed you down as if you were a fawn ready to be preyed on. You’d been expecting that much. But the constant loathing in their expressions was easily a hundred times worse.
You were aware that the yakuza has some sort of code of honor that they adhered to, among many other strict traditions and customs, though they were also subject to modernization, like most things in society. So, you could only imagine how frustrated they must feel to have to share their space with some common civilian, not even part of the yakuza, who was a woman on top of everything else. It probably felt like a big slap to the face. Like you were making a mockery of their whole organization.
But it wasn’t your fucking choice. Surely they realized that? You didn’t want to be here. You wanted to be as far away from here as humanly possible.
None of this was your fault. You really wished they would stop glaring at you in a way that suggested otherwise.
“None of them can stand me,” you muttered out in a defeated tone. Yuki heard you and peered over from his desk, brows pulled together.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s pretty obvious. They aren’t exactly trying to hide how they feel about me. If Ryu hadn’t ordered them to keep their hands off me, I’m sure they would have killed me by now.”
“They’re not as bad as you might think,” he said, offering a sympathetic smile. “Most of them work hard to provide for their families, or have stuck around out of respect for the previous boss, like I mentioned before. It’s not as if all of them are here because they enjoy violence or crime in general. It’s more of a learned lifestyle for them, if you can call it that.”
You chewed on your bottom lip. Even now, they kept stealing glances your way and occasionally muttering something under their breaths. If you had to take a guess, it probably wasn’t anything pleasant.
“Call it whatever you want,” you sighed. “Still doesn’t change what they think of me. I’m sure they like you because you’re a proper member. Plus, you’re nice and friendly. As for me… it seems like I’ve got a bit of an unpopular streak.”
Yuki grinned, a bit too eagerly, in your opinion. “Do you really think that about me?”
“About you being nice? Yeah. You’re pleasant to be around. If I’d met you anywhere else, there’s no way I would’ve guessed that you were involved in something like this. No offense,” you quickly added.
“Everyone has their own circumstances. What one person chooses to do with their life might seem completely absurd to the next.”
“I guess so.”
You agreed with him, to some extent, but you personally didn’t think there was ever any excuse for committing crimes. Unless the person was being forced to do something under duress. Like you.
Would what I’m doing technically count as a crime? I’m basically a prisoner, but I’m still running their books and helping their business along. Am I… already a criminal?
You hung your head. Great. Yet another thing to feel endlessly shitty about.
“Hey,” Yuki said, motioning towards the door. “Do you want to go outside to get some fresh air for a bit?”
“Won’t I get in trouble?”
“It seems like Ryu’s in a meeting right now. He won’t notice if we slip out for a few minutes. Besides, everyone else takes breaks from time to time.”
“Well… okay,” you nodded.
Funneling your energy into work was usually the best way to distract yourself from all the problems you had, but questioning your current involvement in society had left you feeling understandably drained. You knew that being here wasn’t your choice, but you didn’t want to ever be responsible for something that would end up ruining another person’s life. At the very least, you hoped a situation like that could be avoided.
It was starting to warm up outside. You were well through spring, but it felt like the temperatures were only just now lifting substantially. Seeing some sunlight every now and then was nice. Even just right now, even if you would only end up being out here for a few minutes, the sensation of the warm rays falling across your cheeks was a sweet, momentary bliss that wouldn’t be forgotten soon.
“It’s a nice day,” Yuki beamed. He reached into the inner pocket of his blazer, casting you an inquisitive look. “You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?”
“Go ahead. I’ll be fine.”
“Thanks,” he hummed, flicking his lighter on and positioning the flame at the end of his cigarette. He inhaled sharply, held it there for a moment, deep within his chest, then blew out a long plume of smoke that quickly dissolved in the air.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” you remarked.
“Only sometimes. It’s a bad habit I picked up recently,” he admitted with a chuckle. “You know, from most of the guys in the group.”
“It’s dangerous. I don’t want to be that person that always nags, but just be careful. You’re a good guy, you deserve to live a full life.”
His deep emerald eyes went completely still for a moment. After another drag of his cigarette, he exhaled softly.
“You really think I’m a good guy?”
“Well, relatively speaking,” you said, laughing a bit. “I mean, you are still part of the yakuza. So maybe your morals aren’t exactly perfect, but from what I’ve seen so far, I would say that you are a good guy, yes.”
The smile he gave you was kind, but somehow, different than before.
“I was just teasing,” he assured. “I know what you meant, and I appreciate you saying it. Considering everything you’ve been through, it means a lot that you’d be willing to still think highly of me.”
“Well, it’s not like you’re the one who brought me here.”
“Yeah. Guess not.”
There was a bit of an awkward silence that followed. For a while, he just went on silently smoking, but you felt a reason to fill in the gap somehow. Or maybe you just enjoyed talking to Yuki more than you realized.
“Uh, that friend of yours from high school,” you began.
Shit. I don’t know if I should even be bringing this up.
Thankfully, Yuki didn’t look offended. “Yes? What about him?”
“What was his name? I was just thinking you hadn’t really mentioned all that much about him. I-I mean, as long as you feel comfortable talking about it, of course.”
Yuki angled his gaze away from you. Ah. There it was again. That same expression from before.
“Sure, I can tell you more about him,” he mumbled. “His name was Sora. He kind of gave off the impression of being really distant and aloof, but he was surprisingly emotional. I guess it kind of goes without saying, but he got in a lot of fights. He was good at beating people up, and that’s why he helped me out when I was in a tough place.”
“He saved you, right?”
“Yeah. Those bullies never bothered me again after that whole incident. It was a really weird thing for him to do, considering we barely knew each other from class, but… he wanted to help, I guess. Some people are just like that.”
It really was interesting. According to what Yuki had said, Sora had also been a part of the yakuza at the time, and even well into the future. He was already involved in crime, but he still looked out for others when he wouldn't benefit from doing so. Even people like that had their own brand of kindness. Perhaps they had always been good to begin with, but life simply led them there. Everyone had their own circumstances, just like Yuki had said.
You wished you could say the same for your father. That he was a kind, loving person deep down, corrupted by alcohol and promises of wealth. But he’d never been like that, not for as long as you’d known him. Perhaps he was a better man when your mother had met him.
“I’m sure Sora is still watching over you, even now,” you said.
You’d been hoping to comfort him, to maybe even bring a muted smile to his face, but neither of those things happened.
Yuki stared up at the sky with a vacant expression.
“If he really is… I wonder what he would say to me.”
The office reeked of cigarettes, printer ink, and burnt coffee. It was your first time you’d come in over the past few days, and needless to say, the atmosphere had not been missed.
With the exception of Yuki and Hikaru, the rest of the members still didn’t like you. Well, perhaps Masahi could be excluded from that group, but for the most part, your statement held true. It was already stifling enough being the only woman in a building full of criminal men, what with the way they eyed you down as if you were a fawn ready to be preyed on. You’d been expecting that much. But the constant loathing in their expressions was easily a hundred times worse.
You were aware that the yakuza has some sort of code of honor that they adhered to, among many other strict traditions and customs, though they were also subject to modernization, like most things in society. So, you could only imagine how frustrated they must feel to have to share their space with some common civilian, not even part of the yakuza, who was a woman on top of everything else. It probably felt like a big slap to the face. Like you were making a mockery of their whole organization.
But it wasn’t your fucking choice. Surely they realized that? You didn’t want to be here. You wanted to be as far away from here as humanly possible.
None of this was your fault. You really wished they would stop glaring at you in a way that suggested otherwise.
“None of them can stand me,” you muttered out in a defeated tone. Yuki heard you and peered over from his desk, brows pulled together.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s pretty obvious. They aren’t exactly trying to hide how they feel about me. If Ryu hadn’t ordered them to keep their hands off me, I’m sure they would have killed me by now.”
“They’re not as bad as you might think,” he said, offering a sympathetic smile. “Most of them work hard to provide for their families, or have stuck around out of respect for the previous boss, like I mentioned before. It’s not as if all of them are here because they enjoy violence or crime in general. It’s more of a learned lifestyle for them, if you can call it that.”
You chewed on your bottom lip. Even now, they kept stealing glances your way and occasionally muttering something under their breaths. If you had to take a guess, it probably wasn’t anything pleasant.
“Call it whatever you want,” you sighed. “Still doesn’t change what they think of me. I’m sure they like you because you’re a proper member. Plus, you’re nice and friendly. As for me… it seems like I’ve got a bit of an unpopular streak.”
Yuki grinned, a bit too eagerly, in your opinion. “Do you really think that about me?”
“About you being nice? Yeah. You’re pleasant to be around. If I’d met you anywhere else, there’s no way I would’ve guessed that you were involved in something like this. No offense,” you quickly added.
“Everyone has their own circumstances. What one person chooses to do with their life might seem completely absurd to the next.”
“I guess so.”
You agreed with him, to some extent, but you personally didn’t think there was ever any excuse for committing crimes. Unless the person was being forced to do something under duress. Like you.
Would what I’m doing technically count as a crime? I’m basically a prisoner, but I’m still running their books and helping their business along. Am I… already a criminal?
You hung your head. Great. Yet another thing to feel endlessly shitty about.
“Hey,” Yuki said, motioning towards the door. “Do you want to go outside to get some fresh air for a bit?”
“Won’t I get in trouble?”
“It seems like Ryu’s in a meeting right now. He won’t notice if we slip out for a few minutes. Besides, everyone else takes breaks from time to time.”
“Well… okay,” you nodded.
Funneling your energy into work was usually the best way to distract yourself from all the problems you had, but questioning your current involvement in society had left you feeling understandably drained. You knew that being here wasn’t your choice, but you didn’t want to ever be responsible for something that would end up ruining another person’s life. At the very least, you hoped a situation like that could be avoided.
It was starting to warm up outside. You were well through spring, but it felt like the temperatures were only just now lifting substantially. Seeing some sunlight every now and then was nice. Even just right now, even if you would only end up being out here for a few minutes, the sensation of the warm rays falling across your cheeks was a sweet, momentary bliss that wouldn’t be forgotten soon.
“It’s a nice day,” Yuki beamed. He reached into the inner pocket of his blazer, casting you an inquisitive look. “You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?”
“Go ahead. I’ll be fine.”
“Thanks,” he hummed, flicking his lighter on and positioning the flame at the end of his cigarette. He inhaled sharply, held it there for a moment, deep within his chest, then blew out a long plume of smoke that quickly dissolved in the air.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” you remarked.
“Only sometimes. It’s a bad habit I picked up recently,” he admitted with a chuckle. “You know, from most of the guys in the group.”
“It’s dangerous. I don’t want to be that person that always nags, but just be careful. You’re a good guy, you deserve to live a full life.”
His deep emerald eyes went completely still for a moment. After another drag of his cigarette, he exhaled softly.
“You really think I’m a good guy?”
“Well, relatively speaking,” you said, laughing a bit. “I mean, you are still part of the yakuza. So maybe your morals aren’t exactly perfect, but from what I’ve seen so far, I would say that you are a good guy, yes.”
The smile he gave you was kind, but somehow, different than before.
“I was just teasing,” he assured. “I know what you meant, and I appreciate you saying it. Considering everything you’ve been through, it means a lot that you’d be willing to still think highly of me.”
“Well, it’s not like you’re the one who brought me here.”
“Yeah. Guess not.”
There was a bit of an awkward silence that followed. For a while, he just went on silently smoking, but you felt a reason to fill in the gap somehow. Or maybe you just enjoyed talking to Yuki more than you realized.
“Uh, that friend of yours from high school,” you began.
Shit. I don’t know if I should even be bringing this up.
Thankfully, Yuki didn’t look offended. “Yes? What about him?”
“What was his name? I was just thinking you hadn’t really mentioned all that much about him. I-I mean, as long as you feel comfortable talking about it, of course.”
Yuki angled his gaze away from you. Ah. There it was again. That same expression from before.
“Sure, I can tell you more about him,” he mumbled. “His name was Sora. He kind of gave off the impression of being really distant and aloof, but he was surprisingly emotional. I guess it kind of goes without saying, but he got in a lot of fights. He was good at beating people up, and that’s why he helped me out when I was in a tough place.”
“He saved you, right?”
“Yeah. Those bullies never bothered me again after that whole incident. It was a really weird thing for him to do, considering we barely knew each other from class, but… he wanted to help, I guess. Some people are just like that.”
It really was interesting. According to what Yuki had said, Sora had also been a part of the yakuza at the time, and even well into the future. He was already involved in crime, but he still looked out for others when he wouldn't benefit from doing so. Even people like that had their own brand of kindness. Perhaps they had always been good to begin with, but life simply led them there. Everyone had their own circumstances, just like Yuki had said.
You wished you could say the same for your father. That he was a kind, loving person deep down, corrupted by alcohol and promises of wealth. But he’d never been like that, not for as long as you’d known him. Perhaps he was a better man when your mother had met him.
“I’m sure Sora is still watching over you, even now,” you said.
You’d been hoping to comfort him, to maybe even bring a muted smile to his face, but neither of those things happened.
Yuki stared up at the sky with a vacant expression.
“If he really is… I wonder what he would say to me.”
For the most part, you could say that the night had gone well.
Other than the offhand comment Ryu had made earlier, he was being much less degrading than usual. You still weren’t exactly sure what his angle was, but it was better than being yelled at or threatened, in any case. The food had been good, the atmosphere had gradually grown less stifling, and perhaps it was the alcohol in your system, but your mood was fairly high.
“Oops,” you giggled, stumbling a bit in your heels. You wished you hadn’t worn them, but Ryu had been adamant that you dress your best tonight. Still. Considering how tipsy you were right now, it was making it a bit of a pain to walk straight.
Ryu chucked softly. “You look like you’re struggling. Here,” he said, offering you his arm. “Hold on to me so that you don’t trip.”
Normally you would have politely refused and insisted you were fine on your own, but the alcohol was impairing your judgment a bit. You carefully interlinked your arm with his, a bit taken aback by just how firm his muscles felt, then took a moment to steady yourself.
You looked up at him with dazed, glassy eyes. “Thank you, Ryu. This is much better.”
“Ah,” he breathed out. He pursed his lips, gently smoothing down your hair. “You have a beautiful smile. Especially when you smile without holding anything back, like right now. I would like to see it more often.”
Were you smiling? If so, it was probably because of the alcohol. No, definitely because of the alcohol.
“Okay,” you nodded. “I’m glad you think I’m beautiful.”
“Pfft,” Ryu chortled. “I think you might be a bit drunk. Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon and you can get some sleep.”
“Okay. Thank you, Ryu.”
“No need to thank me for that.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
He outright laughed this time, and your head was feeling more fuzzy by the second. He was right, you’d had too much to drink. You couldn’t wait to get into bed.
Ryu made sure to help you along up until you got into the car. The second your head fell against the back of the seat, you closed your eyes and began slipping into a state of unconsciousness.
At the same time, several men parked close nearby in their own vehicle were, without your knowledge, spying in on the two of you. The man in the driver’s seat glanced over towards his side, fingers curled around the steering wheel.
“That’s definitely him, boss. What do we do now?”
Tatsumi leaned forward and chuckled darkly. “Nothing for now. But… it looks as though Ryu is rather close to that young lady. I wonder how he’d react if she were to go missing.”
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