Beware Of The Yakuza
Just A Matter Of Coincidence
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To me it was a typical Wednesday evening at the surgery, sifting through file upon file, vandilsing each sheet in an explosion of ink. Again I was working a long shift due to the immense pile of papers towering over my head, personally issued by my mentor and the head GP, Tsunade.
I sometimes thought she had a secret fetish for torturing me with ungodly hours of work.
The blackness of night had long since swallowed the sun in its belly and now layered the sky with infinite amounts of darkness. I should have been home in the comfort of my duvet, pressed beneath its heavy warmth. The restless ticking of my office clock thrashed against my eardrums reminding me of the little time I had left at work. This distracted me and drew my eyes to its dusty face. I stared wishingly at the second hand, silently pleading it to inch closer to the '12' so I could escape the white and dreary walls I sat between. It was just a small surgery with only a few doctors at hand to tend to daily patients that continually trudged through the doors, asking to be seen or comfirm their appointments. As annoying as they were (some requesting attention over ridiculous problems), I loved it, the feeling of helping someone in need, surrendering my time and skills to provide a healthier standard of living. It felt fulfilling.
Taking my head out of the clouds, I refocused on the papers littering my desk. The writing was blurring in my tired vision, looking now as if the neat and leveled print was a big black scribble painted across the table. I was too exhausted to finish and besides, Tsunade wouldn't mind if I took off leaving some work behind(I think).
Releasing a low sigh I stood from my seat, dropping my pen in a small plastic cup balanced on the edge of the desk, threatening to fall and crash to the floor, but at the moment, I really didn't care. I lifted my feet one step at a time, eventually closing in on my coat that hung on the rack stapled to the door. Lazily slipping my arms through the sleeves and tugging it over my shoulders, I turned back briefly to inspect the chaos of the room, running my eyes over every corner to make sure it was 'decent' enough for me to leave, which it was. Flicking the lights off and swooping down to catch my bag in the grasp of my fingers, I shut the door behind me locking it, then made my way (slowly) to the waiting room where I checked myself out. I was too disorientated to notice the empty seats hidden behind the counter and I mumbled a short 'bye' to, what should have been, the receptionists.
Stepping into the fresh air, the wind caressed my cheeks with its cold breath, grabbing my hair in a violent flurry as if it were trying to pull me upwards towards its havern, trying to save me from what was to come. Letting the door slip from my grip, I walked away from the building leaving it to stand alone under the watch of a lamp post; the biting wind swept across my front which made me automatically pull my coat tighter over my body in a desperate effort to conserve as much warmth as possible.
The tiredness that was bearly there a moment ago was now initiating its attack on my eyes and muscles. I struggled to fight against it, I needed to hold out until I reached my bed, until I reached safety. My legs were weakening, refusing to carry my weight as I trugged along the grey streets of silence; my muscles twitched fiercly when I tried to speed up, they just wouldn't hold me. My concentration soon drifted to the sharp bang echoing from a far down alley and completely disregarding my inability to support myself, I forced my legs to run. Every breath came deeper and more ragged than the last, I was nearing unconsciousness but the thought that there could be someone laying lonely, wounded, made me forget everything.
I skidded to a halt in front of the alley where the sound had come from. I squinted my eyes into tiny beads of green, looking through the curtain of shadows that hung protectively before a body, trying to hide the scene. Without thinking, I tredded forward to get a better look but regretted it when I saw the hideous mutilation of (what I thought was) a man. It was too gruesome, too sickening, to descibe or to even look at. Upon witnessing this, my nurturing nature took over instinctively, I needed to help or atleast try.
Taking a few more steps towards the body with my hand reaching out, something hard wrapped around my waist, stealing me away. It pinned me against another hard surface and for some reason, I sunk in like I felt safer if I did. Moist breath clipped the rim of my ear and a pair of lips dragged gently down my jaw, arousing a pool of lust in my belly.
"Look," the voice hypnotised me, it was light and husky all at the same time. I felt drugged by it. The person's fingers locked onto my chin, gripping it tenderly whilst moving my attention to the direction of the bloodied flesh that I had momentarily forgotten about. My eyes ran over the shining scarlet holes puncturing every part of the body, it was truly disgusting.
"This is what happens-" the person paused, bringing their other arm up. A gun was moulded comfortably into the curves of their hand, a finger resting loosely on the trigger. My mouth opened to try and reason but the words were replaced with a swallowed breath that hit the back of my throat harshly, the coldness of it slashing across my tonsils.
Bang.
"-when you betray." I could hear the evil intent, I could feel the wild smirk against my cheek, it was frightening.
Their lips returned to the bottom of my jaw leaving a tingling kiss, this person was simply irresistable and I hadn't even seen them. The arm settled on my waist crushed me further into their marble chest, suffocating me with their smell. It was soothing. I felt another kiss caress my neck, warming the grazed area to the point where there was a considerable difference between it and the rest of my body. I made an effort to spin round and take a look at my mystery man but the force of their grip kept me locked in place, which obviously had my captor amused for I heard a soft chuckle, its vibration racking every bone of my skeleton.
"Who are you?" my voice was cracking, I had forgetten about the tiredness from earlier and it was catching up on me, springing its silent ambush on my body.
"Hn," was all I got in response after another pause and then it all went black.
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So here is another story, I wrote it about a year ago but then other things came up and I never pursued it and because I've had snow days all week, I thought, hey why not go back to it, so I did and I rewrote alllllll of it ahaha :P I hope you all like it and don't worry, I'm writing in the town of tokyo as well so it should be up in a few days but I wanted to get this out first to see what type of response it gets :D
My other story hide and seek is still going on but I prioritise the other one over it (I'll try and update soon) But yeh, read and hopefull enjoy and review (as always ahahaa)
Happy reading :D
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