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❛ THROUGH THE LATE NIGHT ❜ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ PLOT — getting your hookup’s phone number —an easy task, although being high gets you the wrong number and a stranger’s confusing answer. ushijima wakatoshi, billionaire. how’d you end up texting him from all people? he’s a man of a few words. a man who’s too busy to reciprocate your useless flirting attempts, too busy to concern himself with relationships. you can’t see through him. he’s stern and harsh. too stuck up for you.

curiosity killed the cat. it didn’t kill you, but it sure got you caught up in the middle of something far more dangerous than you could’ve ever expected. the streets of tokyo hide dark secrets and the city you once knew turns into a long forgotten memory.

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ PART V — where’s my lawyer?

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ WC — 2.5K WORDS / WARNINGS — very brief mentions of drug & human trafficking, kidnap.

“where are we going?”

“wakatoshi’s office. don’t worry, miss. he won’t murder you! probably.”

truth be told, you’re mortified. you feel like puking, like curling up on the elevator’s floor with anxiety and pure dread stuck down your throat and staying there for eternity. nothing can describe your feelings more than a punch in the stomach. you were hit so hard and you can’t move, nor breathe.

you should’ve run. you should do it right now. the thought hasn’t left your mind since tendō picked you up. (kidnapped) when he opened the door, you thought of sprinting away. but you didn’t. instead, you kept glancing at the tall glass building standing imperiously in front of your very own eyes.

wakatoshi is a stranger and nothing more. you know nothing about him except for the articles you’ve angrily scrolled through on your iphone in search of a concrete answer. who is he?

the CEO of a major real estate company and part of the ushijima clan. but you already knew that.

and the ushijima clan? they’re involved in politics, law, business and real estate plus several other industries.

you’d think they’re normal. but there is no such thing as normality within a clan with such an absurd amount of power and influence. at a second glance and after further investigation, you’ve found out few of them have multiple fraudulent charges. involvement in human and drug trafficking— illegal activities, guilt by association and connections with the mafia.

although a huge majority faced no consequences, useless trials and accusations. they’re all free and roaming around the streets of tokyo with their hands stained.

the media doesn’t cover their corrupt practices enough and you can’t expect less from a clan as powerful. not that you would know. you’re not familiar with clans, nor their activities. but bribing and manipulation– they’re perfect examples of privilege and power. like the snake’s apple rotten to its very core, putrid and flawed just like you would expect it to be. corruption feels like a temptation they were not able to resist and you wonder how many victims their vice and greed have caused.

the very difference is ushijima wakatoshi keeps his life away from the public eye. it feels like he’d been completely excluded and excused from the sins of his clan. a nature he got himself rid off. in appearance, perhaps— and you remember the comments he made yesterday. his past is clear and so is his impeccable public image. no charges stain his reputation and strangely enough, a part of you wishes wakatoshi was nothing like the rest of his clan.

corrupted. dirty.

a man whose morality would cause nothing but destruction and suffering. a complete monster. and a horrid taste of repulsion fills your mouth at the mere thought. it runs through you and you fear its contamination would sicken you to death. but wakatoshi said it himself. his clan has a different approach.

what’s his approach then? when your entire family is so obscenely rotten, how do you become a different man?

the more you think of it, the more nauseous you become, so you stop and you hope tendō can sense your sarcasm.

“good to know. i’m relieved now.”

“relax,” he pats your shoulder a few times, an attempt to ease you off, “i’m just kidding. wakatoshi would never hurt someone like you. unless you really piss him off. which you won’t!”

you’re reminded of the many, many times you got on ushijima’s nerves. bullied him. called him an old man— such insults you deemed justified at the moment, but now, looking in retrospect, messing around with a man like him was not a brilliant idea. at all. but then again, being picked up (kidnapped) by his assistant was not a thing you expected. a real life encounter was not in your schedule.

you let go of the air stuck in your lungs as soon as the elevator doors open, you exhale too fast, maybe too audibly and you hope tendou didn’t hear you. he leads you to a tall, dark door at the end of a corridor in front of which two men are standing, both carrying ar-15 rifles. the freedom you were praying for was just an illusion.

amazing.

tendō is quick to notice your increasing panic “they haven’t used them in a week. only for emergencies, you know.”

“good morning, tendō, miss. put your personal belongings over there. your phone included.” one of them proceeds to body check you.

“what’s all this fuss about? ” you ask and he replies with a dry “microphones.” he opens the massive door and a man so intimidating reveals himself you’re weak in the knees.

“good morning.”

you gulp.

ushijima wakatoshi is an elegant man. you wouldn’t call yourself poor– no, you aren’t. but two worlds separate you and it’s more obvious than ever.

his voice sends shivers down your spine, deep, he stands imposant in front of you, tall and broad, he molds the atmosphere into something intimidating and quite dark.

in a navy suit, ushijima leans against a desk, arms crossed against his chest. he watches every single move you make. you’re a prey caught in the middle of something far beyond your control, a gazelle if you want; and he’s the lion preparing to feast on you. an eagle looking down at its prey.

he looks flawless. he exudes wealth our of every single pore, he’s well-groomed, shaved, he sports a wristwatch on his right hand. the suit, the navy necktie and vest, the white button up hiding underneath— all seem tailored for him, they fit him almost too perfectly and his shoes are polished impeccably. he has the mannerism of an educated, wealthy man, yet natural as if he’s been born to do this. but he’s rather stiff and you can’t help but notice after staring at him with dread in your eyes for a few moments.

his office is of the same refinement, very few baroque paintings decorate the dark walls— a brown, long desk is placed in the middle of the room and behind it, the stunning view suprises you— the sunrise, the skyscraper, the beauty of a city seen from afar. a table coffee made out of dark wood, a brown leather couch and two matching armchair and carpets; a couple of bookshelves and a newspaper abandoned on his table next to a cup of coffee. despite the lack of colour, it’s not as cold as you’d expect it to be. and ushijima looks like the missing piece of a puzzle, he fits perfectly in the middle of the office.

“you seem to lack basic manners. you are supposed to say it back.”

how rude.

“my sincere apologies , mr ushijima. i’ve been too busy preparing for my sentence.” you gulp again, and you hope he’ll spare you the scolding.

“what exactly are you talking about?”

“i’m joking. unless…. you’re actually planning to behead me.”

“i do not have a beheading scheduled for today. have i not told you i do not plan to harm you?”

scheduled. beheading. there is no way he’s being serious.

“before you kidnapped me.”

“i did not kidnap you.” his seriousness is baffling, “i requested your presence.” he argues, convinced he didn’t kindap you. or maybe he’s just incredibly bad at convincing people.

“i think you have no idea what a request means. you kidnapped me. and stalked me.”

“have a seat.” he glances at the nearest leather chair.

“why am i here?”

“sit down.”

“why am i here?” you demand again.

“i need your help.”

“my help? me? from all people, a mere citizen of tokyo, helping you, ushijima wakatoshi?”

“your social position does not equate to your qualities and worth. you underestimate yourself.”

was that a… compliment?

“have i not made myself clear when i told you to have a seat?” he pulls out the chair and this time you listen, “you must sign this non disclosure agreement. you are not permitted to share any of the information i will be telling you today. under no circumstance.”

you feel his gaze piercing through your body like a bullet even when he’s behind you, but he moves immediately. it was enough to be aware of his cologne, the sensation of his body being merely inches away from yours.

“where’s my lawyer? i need a lawyer”

“a lawyer? your demand is completely understandable, but it is just a confidentiality agreement.”

“it was a joke, mr ushijima. what if i did, though? what if i told my dad?”

“i will be adding two beheadings to my schedule.”

is he trying to make a joke?

“he’s not being serious.”

“it was a joke.” he looks at tendō as if he’s waiting for his approval, as if he’s never made a joke in his entire life.

“it’s not funny when you do it.”

“but you should not be signing important contracts without a lawyer.”

almost twenty horrendously slow minutes have passed since ushijima opened his mouth and you dread each second and clock ticking, as if he’s going to erupt, pull out a handgun and shoot you.

tendō left as soon as his boss begun his speech. instead of looking at ushijima, you keep staring at the clock on the wall, tick tock, tick tock, each sound feels heavier than the previous and so do you in that leather chair, your butt hurts and you’re sweating profusely.

never has he raised his voice at you— although intimidating, ushijima’s voice feels plain with almost no inflections. deep, thick and indifferent, direct and lacking emotions, but more empathetic with the minimum of politeness when he offered you coffee— which you hoped was not drugged or poisoned, but you threw a couple of sugar cubes in there and enjoyed it nonetheless instead of refusing. enjoyed is maybe an exaggeration, you tried to accept it while your leg was bouncing, betraying the confidence you presented yourself with.

ushijima wakatoshi needs a girlfriend. a fake girlfriend.

he didn’t shy away from explaining his plan in great detail. being part of a clan is an inescapable obligation and his public image is a weight ushijima holds on both his shoulders now that his family has fucked up (he did not use those exact words) he, on the other hand, prefers to keep his affairs private. and never has ushijima been more concerned, given it’s something he isn’t good at. he confessed in the exact same tone he’s spoken with, flat and unbothered.

he sits in his leather chair right in front of you, forearms on the surface of his desk: beautiful arms and hands with long, thick fingers. well manicured, calloused with a few scratches and almost unnoticeable scars here and there.

ushijima is a very handsome man. tall and masculine, you have the feeling there’s a lot hiding underneath his suit– obviously, his muscles, his sturdy body and, well, something else. it would be a shame not to think of it. and who are you to not surrender to your rawest desires? to think of him shirtless and-

“is there anything wrong with my pants?” he asked at some point and you, caught right in the act reply swiftly, “no, sorry. i was just zoning out.”

“while looking at my pants?”

“i’ll make sure to look at your wristwatch next time, it looks expensive. how much? one million yen?”

“seven.”

why would you think of ushijima shirtless? he’s not your type. he’s too stuck up. but is he handsome? absolutely.

restoring the image of his clan is a task he’s been assigned with. somewhat bothersome, in his opinion— but then again, it’s his responsibility. there’s a certain ounce of respect he keeps in his tone while talking about his clan. after everything they’ve done, he still respects them?

ushijima has been sent a dozen of profiles and he cannot recall the last time he went on a blind date. he is simply too busy. he said he’s not interested when you accidentally texted him and you’re relieved for some reason. that he chose you? maybe. he thought of you as the perfect candidate, of course, it was tendō’s idea and he pondered it for two days.

also he is part of the mafia. and he mentioned it briefly.

as if being part of the mafia is unexceptionally boring and again, no inflections seem to expose his emotions. the company is a façade for his clan to control, own and monitor the tokyo estate industry better and closely. ushijima is not a ceo as much as he is an actor. a part of a ploy which benefits about 90% of his clan and their affairs. he occupies himself with other important matters. (such as?)

he’s become an eligible bachelor, and in his family’s opinion “a (fake) partner and perhaps a future wife would benefit us greatly.” and distract from the ongoing stratagem and boost their image. outside and inside the mafia world. mostly outside.

his clan does not associate itself with the mafia. his family is the mafia. together with very few clans, families and men and people whom they collaborate with. you’d be shocked to find out how many people have come to them in need of help, for them to do the dirty work. their business has rarely been divulged with the outside world. secrecy runs deep within, contracts, bribery, threats and murder keep them hidden under the rug.

that’s why the media rarely talks about his clan if you were to ignore the rumors and gossip. it’s a game of control, if you want. though some people know, they would never open their mouths. if they do, death follows them.

ushijima will give you a contract and a week to read it and make a decision. tendou will be a bodyguard until then and you will live in a temporary apartment. if you sign the contract, you’ll be moving in and live with ushijima.

“i don’t know what to say. will you kill me if i say no?”

“no. you will be free to go. however, if you divulge any of the information i shared with you today, there will be consequences.”

you don’t plan to ask him what consequences, but one can imagine what punishment they will receive for divulging top secret information after signing an NDA with ushijima wakatoshi.

“there is a phone in this envelope. encrypted, a sim card, the contract and a credit card. if you refuse to sign the contract, you can have it back. until then, use this phone. for the sake of your own safety.”

“a credit card?”

“i thought it would be an appropriate gift after today. spend as much as you want until next week. tendō is waiting for you, you should go. have a nice day.”

“will you leave me alone if i refuse to sign the contract?”

“yes.”

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ NOTE — almost 2 months later, i’m FINALLY back with part 5 </3 this mafia is very different from the typical yakuza, i’ll explain everything soon !! i loved writing this chapter and i’d love to hear your thoughts <3

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