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Summary: "So why Tokyo?" She knew the answer but she wanted to know it from him. "No extradition." "So you're a regular cowboy? Bet your mama's proud." She replied as a joke and saw him smile as she swept her bangs from her face. "She is." Han had a thing for motorcycles, leather and pretty girls a long time before Giselle came around. Based on the song "You and I" By Lady Gaga, named after "Mama's Don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys" By Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings. Spoilers for everything from Better Luck Tomorrow (where Han Lue is introduced to the criminal world) to all five Fast and Furious movies. So if I ruin it for anyone…sorry!
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Playlist -
Face Down – Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Kiss With a Fist- Florence and The Machine
Chapter Thirty-Five - In which the bed is burnt
Love sticks
sweat drips
break the lock if it don't fit
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better then none
So I sit back and watch the bed burn
-Florence + the Machine
Jules stared at her reflection in the mirror. The purple mark around her eye hurt everytime she blinked.
"Fucking Takashi." She grumbled and picked up some concealer to dab onto the bruised skin, wincing at every touch. Satisfied it was covered sufficiently she grabbed her beanie and pulled it on, adjusting her fringe so it hung over her eye just in case. Putting on her jacket she went downstairs to the carpark and climbed into the GT-R.
She searched the glovebox for her aviators and stuck them on as she cruised out of the dark and onto the street. The whole way to the garage she tried to think of a story to tell the others if her disguising hadn't worked
Climbing out of the car at the garage, Jules occupied herself with looking at the gold frame that she'd bought on the way there, sticking the photo in and doing up the back before turning it to inspect her handiwork. She was planning on putting it on the bedside table in Hans room, it would be the first bit of her furniture to be moved in and everything was kind of forgotten as she mentally packed up her flat to move in with him. Most of her bags were already packed. Han had helped sufficiently, coming over and distracting her whenever he could pull her onto the bed with him like a little kid.
In the past two months since the 'L' word had been mentioned they'd fallen back into their easy relationship- spending most nights at Jules' place and spending the days she wasn't working lounging around the garage, working on cars or messing around with Twinkie until Han yelled at them to get out and they took off giggling. But the moments with Han were perfect, especially the one where he had asked her to move in because it was 'easier'. Two months of pure perfection, 'L' word or not but as usual DK had ruined everything.
Jules wasn't stupid- she knew nothing good could come from DK sneaking around with the Italians, presumably behind Uncle Kamata's back. Her guess was she wouldn't come out unscathed either, whether she kept her mouth shut or not.
Walking over to the roller doors she didn't fail to notice the charcoal coloured car parked on the street. Fucking Takashi she thought to herself and suddenly the bruise on her face was the subject of her thoughts. Forcing the frame back into her handbag she walked through the doors and over to Twinkie who was playing under the hood of the green Touran.
"Hey Twink."
"Hey, J, what's with the sunglasses inside?" he asked and she slowly took them off and put them in her handbag before looking up at the teenager. She could tell she'd done a bad job at covering it when he looked at her in horror.
"Should I put them back on?" She asked, a small laugh escaping her lips.
"What happened to your face?" he hissed and Jules tenderly pressed the skin around her eye, wincing when it stung.
"I had a really bad morning, would you believe it? I stacked it in the bathroom." She laughed and could tell she'd done a terrible job at lying too.
"Yeah rough morning." He said and she nodded.
"Whys the king here?" She asked leaning against the car and looking over her own shoulder at Twinkie playing with the engine.
"Don't know, came in muttering something about Han." Jules' stomach flipped and for some reason she suddenly felt incredibly sick.
"You didn't get anything else?" She asked quietly and Twinkie shook his head, figuring the concern was for Han not herself.
"Don't ask, don't tell." He answered flippantly but her question was answered when DK and Han walked out onto the loft landing.
"Just thought you should know the truth, brother." DK said and walked away from Han who was calmly chewing on a pack of crisps. Jules passed DK on the stairs and didn't miss the smug smile of satisfaction on his face. She sometimes forgot that DK was just a spoilt little brat when he made her skin crawl like that.
"Hey. What's going on?" Jules asked Han as she watched DK saunter back out of the garage.
"Come on." Han gestured towards his room and Jules followed him slowly. He leant against the bed and used his hand to gesture to the couch. She hesitated briefly before sitting down and looking up at him.
"Okay , kind of scaring me, what's going on?" She laughed, trying to ease the tension and he sat on the bed.
"DK said you slept with him." He stated simply and Jules' eyes widened.
"What the fuck are you implying?" She hissed and looked at him in horror, "you actually believe him?" She said, realising that's what this was. Han was the kind of guy to ignore it otherwise.
"DK's my business partner Jules, I need him and he needs me." The packet of crisps was neglected Jules noticed, a sure sign that he was pissed off.
"And I'm your girlfriend." She yelled and stood up. "I haven't been hanging around here for the last two years because I like cars you know!"
"You cheated Juliet!" His voice was louder than usual and Jules should have been scared but she was too furious. At DK, at Han.
"That's fucking rich coming from you!" She said stepping forward and jabbing a finger in his chest, getting a sick hint of satisfaction at seeing his eyes narrow and knowing she'd hit a nerve. "Come on Han, tell me you never slept with anyone else." She dared and he shrugged, his jaw clenching.
"No." She was shocked slightly by his answer but it didn't change anything.
"Well neither did I. Hooking up with some wannabe gangster is not really high on my priority list."
"Not when you can have money and fame." Han sneered and Jules felt her blood run cold and tears spring to her eyes. Did he just imply that all she wanted from him was money?
"I have money Han, I don't want fame. All I wanted was the guy that made me fall in love with him all those months ago when he took me to get noodles at three am and asked me why I was scared of heights. " She ran a hand through her hair, tears threatening to fall. "The same guy that would have believed me if I'd told him I would never cheat on him, because believe it or not, he's the best thing I ever had!" She shouted the last part and the tears started to fall.
"Why would DK lie?" Han asked quietly, clearly affected by her words.
"Because he's DK, he's a fucking psychopath. He's going to kill you one day Han. We all know it. You know it deep down. So why wouldn't he lie?" .
"I don't know Jules."
"It doesn't matter does it?" She replied and he looked her in the eye, confused at her words . "You hesitated. That means you don't trust me, so it doesn't matter if DK lied or not, you don't trust me." She fished the photoframe out of her handbag.
The tears came harder. What the fuck had just happened. Ignoring the intense look on Hans face she grabbed the gold frame and threw it in his direction.
"I'm out." Stated at him and he didn't make a move towards the frame that landed on the mattress as she threw her hands up in the air. "I have nothing in Tokyo now, you just made that official." With as much dignity as Jules could muster she spun on her heel and stalked out but stopped briefly and threw the keys to the GT-R at him and he caught them easily. "You might as well sell my bike for scrap metal." She completely ignored the others shouting at her as she stormed down the stairs and out the roller doors and into the street, walking three blocks before hailing a cab.
When she got home she picked up the phone and dialled Neelas number, hoping that her cousin would answer.
"I don't want to talk to you Jules." Neelas voice came over the line and she could hear the tears thick in her cousins voice.
"What?" Jules choked.
"DK just left. He told me what happened with you two." She swallowed thickly.
"I think it would be better if you just left Jules." The younger girl sneered and Jules was slightly taken aback before the phone clicked and she was left listening to nothing.
"Just great." She muttered and stared at the phone. Neela had been right, maybe it was better if she just left. The only thing that had brought her back before had been Han, but she doubted that would happen this time. She could book a ticket and be out of there by the afternoon.
Picking up her handbag again she walked out the door, remembering to lock the door, but not enabling the alarm before heading down the street to the travel agency.
Her flight had been booked for that afternoon and Jules made her way home to start packing. It wouldn't take her much, she'd packed most of it when she'd planned on moving in with Han.
As she stepped through the glass doors into her building the smell of burning hit her full on and she could see the smoke filling the hallway ahead of her. Alarm bells went off in her head.
"Lord no." Taking off at a sprint she ran down the hall to where the smoke was billowing out of her apartment. "No, no, no!" All her stuff was still in the apartment, her laptop, all her photos, everything. Making her way into the apartment she grabbed the fire extinguisher that hung on the wall inside the door and searched for the source. The majority of the smoke seemed to be coming from her room and she ran in to see a small fire burning away at the sheets on her bed. It had been burning for awhile, probably since she'd left for the travel agency, and had burnt a large hole out of the mattress which was now stained black. Pulling the pin from the extinguisher she sprayed the white powder over the flames hoping to stop it.
She only stopped when there was no white powder left in the red canister. She didn't have the energy to be angry anymore as she crumpled to the ground and brought her knees up to her chin, the tears streaming down her soot covered cheeks as she sat in front of the bed and sobbed.
A hand snapped her out of her sullen mood as she looked up to see a fireman standing over her. Someone must have seen the smoke. He asked her if she was okay and she nodded, scrambling to her feet and explaining that she was about to miss her plane. While the cops and firemen inspected the flat Jules washed her face and hands and grabbed the bags that she'd finished packing that morning to take to Hans. Swinging her laptop case over her shoulder she took one last look at the flat that was slowly beginning to fill with emergency personnel. She shouldn't have left, but she needed to get out of there. Maybe it was good the bed was destroyed, too many good memories occurred there, she wished that if that were the case they should have burnt the couch too, they should have just burnt the whole place down and really left her with nothing.
Twinkie pulled his car up at the front of the building and jumped out, running up the stairs. He knew something bad had gone down between Han and Jules and he had to check she was alright. There was a police officer standing near the hallway as Twinkie approached.
"Sorry, you can't go down there." He said in Japanese and Twinkie stopped and looked between the hallway and the policeman.
"My friend lives here- apartment 6." He replied and the policeman nodded and gestured for him to go down the hall. What the hell? As he approached her door it hung wide open and before he reached it she came stalking out, bags slung over her shoulder and a suitcase rolling behind her. The makeup had been rubbed off her face and the black eye she'd been sporting was matching with red rimmed eyes.
"Jules!" She looked up when she heard her name and walked towards him. "What's going on?" He asked and Jules looked back at the apartment.
"Someone broke into my flat and set my bed on fire would you believe?" She laughed but Twinkie could tell it was in irony.
"Who would…"
"Who do you think Twink?" DK or Morimoto were the only ones that were crazy enough to do something like that. "By the look on your face you guessed right. Look thanks for coming to check on me, but my plane leaves in an hour and I need to get to the airport." She said and started walking past him. Twinkie fell into step beside her.
"Why would DK do this?"
"Same reason he told Han I slept with him. Because he's a perverted fuck." She replied and kept walking past the policeman and out the doors to where a cab was pulled up on the curb. "Look I've got to go." She put the bags in the cab and leant over to hug Twinkie, he could smell the smoke in her hair as he hugged her back. "Be careful Twink. And tell Neela and Han I'm sorry…again." She stepped away and climbed in the cab and before Twinkie could stop her she was gone.
Fishing his phone out of his shorts pocket he speeddialed and waited for someone to answer. When he heard the greeting he turned back to the apartment building.
"Yo, there's something you need to see."
When Han arrived and parked behind his car in the Silvia, Twinkie was bouncing on his toes with nervousness.
"What is it Twink?" Han said, irritated. Twinkie was glad at least he was still pissed about the whole Jules incident. It meant it mattered.
"She's gone." Twinkie said and saw Hans face faltered before the bored look was back on his face and he shrugged.
"So?"
"Someone left her a farewell present." Twink answered and led Han into the building. For the first time Twinkie saw the inside of the flat. There was a thin smoke haze and there was a policeman walking around the building. Oblivious to the cops Han and Twink walked in and over to the bedroom.
Besides the smoke haze the room looked normal, except the bed was now hollowed out and burnt black.
"Who did this?" Han asked and Twinkie looked up at him. As if Han didn't know.
A/N; So life sucks- but we're close to TD and considering I HATE writing fillers we're going to just speed right on through it. Opinions and Happiness are appreciated! REVIEW x