Yamagishi's POV
"Hey, man, what happened to going to see your queen?" Makoto questioned with a smirk.
Yamagishi's felt his blood run cold at the question. He thought he had been doing a good job of hiding his visits as best he could until he could figure out a way to let them in on it for help.
In fact, the day he had decided to tell his crew, he got a package left on his desk. Small and light. He hadn't thought much of it being out of the norm, until he pulled the tape off the box to see what was inside.
Several pictures of Y/n with targets drawn on her face in each picture.
He had looked at each one closely, but she never seemed aware of anyone watching her. At least, not every time. There had been more and more that she began to look paranoid in most of the captured photos, hair in disarray and obvious tired eyes.
He felt his heart shatter at the memory.
I miss her, but like an idiot someone found out I was helping her and I put her in more danger.
His silence didn't go unnoticed by his friends. Takuya ended up being the one to clap a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
"We're always here for you, man. If you need us, tell us." Takuya added a smile for good measure.
I wish I could, but I missed that chance. Y/n could get hurt again, or killed, and I'm not even sure who's threatening her.
Yamagishi gave his goofy smile. "What, you gonna hug me now, too?" They joke had them all laughing, before the conversation changed back to every day matters.
Izana's POV
Seeing her that day tell Mikey how much she loved him made me so sick. He deserves nothing. How unfortunate for her to confess to him.
It's more unfortunate, however, that she seems to think she can beat me. I'll let Kisaki deal with her.
That had been the plan. Let Kisaki deal with her. He didn't care. However..
Izana was more than annoyed when some kid ran straight into him.
Does he know who I am??
Izana grabbed the kid by the throat only to see he looked like he had already been through hell. That…she…?
The Kinglike grin of Izana twitched when he realized that the kid was actually Y/n. Cut up and bruised, most likely because she didn't seem to be able to make heads or tails of her surroundings one bit. He went to shove her away when..
"It's…a…um a king! You're a king….that's…" She went back to muttering things he couldn't quite make out.
I should kill her now…
You're a king…
He still held a grip on her but relaxed it a great deal. Something about the way she said that was like she knew him somehow but wasn't afraid.
I need to take care of her now. No more distractions.
With that, he allowed his grip to tighten once more to the point that tears were in her eyes. He could've done it. He would've done it.
"Both of you hate me…? I…just wanted to…love you.."
He felt his insides churn with an unknown emotion that was now too late to smother. He released her and she stood staring at him with a quiet sniffle. Still muttering and looking like a deer in headlights before a wide smile spread across her cut-up face.
"White…tiger king doesn't hate…me?" She mumbled.
Although he could tell she was still very much out of it, whatever Kisaki threw into her system did nothing to make her less…alluring. Less kind…Less of a problem he doesn't need.
He let out a sigh before forcing her chin up so she was eye to eye with him now. "Be a good girl now and I'll see you again." He let go and walked past her.
"Good..bye white tiger king…"
He shook his head.
Irritating. Annoying.
She should be mine. Not his.