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Chapter 70
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Aki rubbed his temples, piecing together his scattered memories. "Hah… he really is a psychopath," he muttered, watching Kirishima from the shadows of the alley. "That guy… Miyama Kirishima. From my memories, he was a childhood friend…."
Businessmen and yakuza often mingled here, where lines between corporate deals and underground protection blurred into culture. The Miyama family was one of those families—direct affiliates of the Tokusa clan, the largest designated criminal organization in the Kanto region. And as it happened, Aki's own Shijo family had connections with the same clan. It was through this network that he'd met Kirishima years ago.
Aki smirked, memories of an old manga flashing through his mind. "Kirishima… sounds familiar. There was a Toru Kirishima in that series, right? The tough babysitter from the Sakuragi family… Wonder if there's any relation."
He brushed the thought aside and took a breath, readying himself to step in. "Guess I should go say hello."
Aki strode into the alley. As he entered, the girl by Kirishima's side startled and let out a small shout, "who!" drawing Kirishima's attention just for a moment.
Kirishima barely glanced up, eyes sharp, before he returned to his merciless punching, seemingly unbothered. Blood spattered with each hit, staining his fists and the walls around him.
"Kii—Kirishima! I-I think that's enough!" the girl beside him stammered, her voice trembling as she watched in horror.
Kirishima paused, only for a second, glancing back at her. "Sorry. Just wait a little longer—this won't take long."
"Listen up," he growled, his voice low but deadly."Remember my face. And that girl? She's mine. So make sure you and your friends stay away from her. Don't even think about talking to her again."
The man on the ground gave a weak nod, his face contorted in pain but desperate to end the encounter.
Kirishima leaned down, his voice dropping to a chilling tone. "And make sure you tell the rest of your crew about me. You can come for revenge if you want. But just know, I'll hunt you down and kill anyone close to you. Understand?"
"Y-Yes… I got it…"
Satisfied, Kirishima straightened up, ignoring the blood on his hands and looking back at Yoshino. "Alright. Let's go."
Yoshino's face was pale, her hands gripping her bag tightly as she took in the scene, the blood, and the dangerous look in Kirishima's eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but hesitated.
Kirishima noticed her discomfort and softened his expression, though only slightly. "Come on, Yoshino," he said, gesturing for her to follow. "Let's get out of here."
Yoshino, visibly uncomfortable, glanced at the man and then back to Kirishima. "Are… are you sure we shouldn't call an ambulance?"
"Nah, don't worry." Kirishima gave a nonchalant shrug, tossing a ragged apology her way. "They'll survive. It's not like they will die or anything."
Aki scoffed, as he cannot take this anymore stepping closer. "Are you seriously going to ignore me, Kirishima?" He closed the distance, irritation flashing in his eyes after being treated like air.
Kirishima raised an eyebrow at Aki, sizing him up with an amused smirk. "Well, well, if it isn't the Shijo family's little prince. Long time, huh?"
"hum hum hum I may siriouly kill you kirishima," Aki smiled. It was impossible to ignore the tension in the air, and the girl beside them seemed to shrink under the weight of it. She glanced nervously between the two, clearly confused.
The two stood in a tense silence, staring each other down, while Yoshino nervously watched them. She could practically feel the sparks flying between them. 'Um… what exactly is going on?' she stammered, unsure how to handle the strange reunion.
Kirishima smirked, meeting Aki's defiant stare. "What? Something on my face?"
Aki clenched his fists, fighting the urge to hit him then and there. Just then, his phone buzzed, breaking his concentration. With a deep sigh, he muttered, "your god answered your prayer, Saving you from me."
Kirishima watched Aki go before turning back to Yoshino, looking her over. "You've never had guys like that hit on you before, have you?" he asked as they started walking again, his tone casual, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Huh?" Yoshino blinked, glancing at his back with a puzzled expression. She was still processing everything that had just happened, and his question seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Well," Kirishima continued, "you grew up as the boss Somei's granddaughter. People around you probably knew better than to even try something like that. And you've always had guards or… people with you who aren't exactly upstanding citizens." He smirked, but his eyes held a hint of seriousness. "You should be careful here. Tokyo's not Osaka, after all."
Realizing her lapse, Yoshino looked down, her face slightly flushed. "Sorry… I guess I wasn't thinking…"
"It's fine. Let's go."
They walked a few more steps in silence until she noticed his blood-stained knuckles and shirt. "Wait, Kirishima… at this rate, someone might call the police!" She fumbled through her bag, looking for her handkerchief. "Where did it go…?"
"It's fine," he replied, shrugging off his hoodies and then his shirt to wipe the blood from his hands. His back was briefly exposed, showing intricate tattoos that covered his skin in a beautiful yet intimidating design.
Yoshino's eyes widened in surprise. "Hey… is that…"
Kirishima chuckled. "Ah… I forgot to mention that, huh? Sorry if it's a little much to take in." He shrugged and pulled his T-shirt back on. "I'll be more careful next time."
"Next time…?" she echoed, her voice catching slightly.
He tilted his head, noticing her uneasy expression. "Something wrong?" He reached out, almost instinctively, to touch her face, but Yoshino recoiled slightly, her back against the alley wall, and swatted his hand away.
"Uhh, sorry! I-I didn't mean—"
Kirishima's expression shifted, any trace of warmth in his gaze disappearing. He looked away with an irritated sigh, clenching his jaw before muttering under his breath, "Ah, I can't anymore… this is just a pain in the ass." His hand moved to scratch his chin, and the concern on his face dissolved into frustration and quiet defeat.
"Huh?" Yoshino's confusion deepened, but she held her ground, feeling a strange need to understand him despite the unsettling change in his demeanor. She couldn't tell if he was disappointed or something else entirely.
Kirishima finally looked her way, an unreadable glint in his eyes. He took a step closer, his gaze sharp, assessing. "You don't get it, do you?" he asked, almost as if speaking to himself.
Yoshino's heart raced, still unable to comprehend the sudden shifts in his words and attitude. "Hah?"
Kirishima's expression hardened, a shadow crossing his face as he leaned closer to Yoshino, his tone both mocking and harsh. "I honestly had high hope for you, Yoshino. You are not only the granddaughter of the leader of somei- gumi that's affiliated with kirigaya- gumi, but you are also hot." His gaze flickered with a twisted smirk as he stepped closer.
Yoshino felt her back press against the wall, his words making her head spin. 'What was he trying to say?'
"I figured you'd be spoiled rotten, insanely selfish. And probably some chick who thought the world revolve around her .The kind of girl who has everything handed to her and doesn't care about anyone else," he continued, inching closer. "See, I like girls like that. Girls who are hated, isolated. girls who are hated by other girls."
He tilted his head, sizing her up as though she was nothing more than an object. "I absolutely love having some girl who doesn't have any single friends, Who lend me on me with absolutely no mercy or humanity."
She struggled to understand, his words sending chills down her spine. "W-What are you saying?" Her voice was barely a whisper as her strength gave out, sliding down the wall to sit on the cold ground. It like she didn't recognize the man before her.
Kirishima crouched to her level, his face impassive but his eyes cold. "You don't understand what I am saying?"
"Basically you're way more plain and normal then I could have imagined, so I got bored with you. I thought you'd keep me entertained, maybe even for a year. But here you are, disappointing me already." He scoffed, his eyes narrowing in disinterest. "It was my fault for hoping you'd be different, that you'd actually have some use to me."
Yoshino stared at him, her mind reeling. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. This wasn't a conversation; it was a nightmare she couldn't escape from.
"If you're going to stay, at least make yourself useful," he continued, his voice dripping with scorn. "You're good for a pretty face and a nice body, right? So why not sell that? Make yourself worth something to me."
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