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[orchid3a]

COUNTING SINS.

╰┈➤ many were the names that helen of troy was called by the poets. the most beautiful woman in greece, a daughter and a sister of kings and gods, an evil witch, a whore. but she was just a girl torn between love and duty, wasn't she? just like you. exactly like you. but there weren't guns in ancient greece, and the trojan war could never be compared by the bloodshed that could happen in tokyo if you fell in love with the wrong person — especially being married to his worst enemy, and brother.

pairings — izana kurokawa x fem!reader x sano manjiro.

chapter warnings — reader is the youngest haitani, arranged marriage, stalking, yandere & possessive behaviour, emotional cheating, age gap relationship (reader is five years younger than izana), toxic relationship.

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BOOK ZERO: DYNASTY.

verse one

kurokawa izana had always been a constant presence in your life since you were thirteen, but you never thought you would end up married to him. 

when your brothers got arrested, you were left alone in your childhood house. with absent parents and now two incarcerated older brothers, you didn't know what to do with your life — you knew ran and rindou had a good reason to kill that guy, but they never told you. you were their small and cute little sister, and you should never be involved in what they did. you were supposed to get a degree and leave the country as soon as you could, but after the formation of the s-62 generation, such a plan wouldn't be possible. 

they left juvie after one year away from you, and you couldn't be happier when they returned. but your brothers seemed different, and not a good kind of different — they made new friends in juvie, friends which they only allowed you to meet when you were old enough, and they were quite scary for a thirteen-year-old girl. 

but not izana. 

izana was always kind, always with easy smiles and a gift for you. it didn't matter if he or your brothers were covered in blood — they would never be scary as mucho or shion, and you would never need to hide behind rindou afraid that izana would hurt you. he always made you laugh and feel comfortable, and soon, you saw yourself thinking about him more than you should. he was ran's age and his and rindou's friend, of course he would never see you as anything more than a little sister. ran and rindou would never let you be involved with a guy like that, even if he was their friend. 

but you were thirteen, and you were in love. what were you supposed to do more than dream? none of the boys at your school had eyes that shone like izana's orchid ones, none of them made your heart race just with a smile. 

izana was just being kind, but you enjoyed it, nonetheless. 

you always thought your crush on him died while you grew up — you left your parents' house to live with your brothers in their shared apartment, went to high school and tried to meet new people. you had a few boyfriends, of course, but they were always scared away by a force that you knew wasn't your brothers. as much as they were protective of you, they would never do anything that you didn't ask for. 

you never knew, but it was izana. 

you were his, even if you didn't know that yet. no other man would ever touch you, and he would wait years until you noticed that.

verse two

izana waited for almost ten years to be able to finally call you his. 

he never did anything when you were younger — your brothers would kill him if they knew he deflowered you, and he needed to make both ran and rindou his trusted advisors before claiming you as his. maybe it was his influence or your surname that kept men away from you, but he couldn’t care less. izana would make sure he was your first everything. your first kiss, the first man you had sex with, the first man you loved. 

the first man you would kill for. 

it took him more time than he intended, but, at twenty-seven, he finally managed to convince your brothers about an alliance. 

bonten was a growing gang. as the younger brother of the infamous sano shinichiro, all the underworld knew that kurokawa izana was a dangerous man, someone to not mess with. and having such a reputation meant that no one would do anything when his men started to kill his enemies, or how he would strike alliances with gang leaders that were too powerful to bend the knee before anyone — that is, before izana came into the picture. his honeyed words and cruel ways were what made him climb to the top, despite sano manjiro’s growing gang, too.

toman was what prompted him to talk with your brothers. 

izana knew he should keep his close circle glued to him. kakucho was his childhood friend, his servant — he would never leave. mucho and shion were the same, almost. he could keep them at his side with promises of honor and money. ran and rindou were more volatile, and izana knew that, once, the haitani brothers ruled roppongi alone. they were friends, of course, but he couldn’t make a deal over something as feeble as friendship. he was sure they would leave bonten for toman if manjiro offered more money or more rentable business.

he couldn’t let that happen. 

ran and rindou were too powerful as a duo, and they knew too much as well. if they decided to switch sides, it would be izana’s downfall. 

and what was the better way to make their bond even stronger than becoming one big family? they weren’t fools to say no to their king, but izana noticed how surprised they were at the suggestion. maybe they were already making plans of leaving bonten and betraying izana, and such a thought made his blood boil — but he masked it with an amicable smile, hands on their backs, and the offer of a glass of an old whisky that he didn’t share with anyone else. 

the talks about the marriage were fairly well. ran and rindou, always the protective older brothers, said they had nothing against it and that you would marry him, but they wanted it to not be perceived as something imposed for you — you should, at least, agree to marry him on your own terms. they didn’t care if izana courted you as if he was an emperor, or if he just talked with you. but you should say yes first, even though they would make everything on their grasp to influence your decision to be one of agreement. 

izana could only smile at them, happy that everyone was on the same page. 

the first thing he did the next morning was text you. it was something simple, apologizing for not being able to talk much with you, and asking if you wanted to have dinner with him at night. 

how could you say no when you were waiting for another text of his for weeks?

verse three 

you were easily wooed by izana. 

how could you not? you didn’t know that, but he made sure that all the guys that even dared to try something with you gave up in the first try. you were so naive, so innocent — it ignited something inside him the way you would blush and avoid his eyes whenever he complimented you, or how you would melt when he touched your skin. your giggles were music to his ears, and your moans were the most angelic sound he ever heard. 

he had you falling for him in six months. 

something that was a childhood crush for you became a feeling that you never felt before, and it almost overwhelmed you at how much you cared for him. you always wanted to see a smile on izana’s face, doing everything he asked you to, and you were sure your girl friends were tired of hearing you sighing and telling them how good of a boyfriend he was. he made you feel like you were the moon who shone on his sky, the one that brought light to his darkness, the one who made him feel there was still good on this world — and to some extent, you were. you were the one who kept izana glued to the ground, the one who always reminded him of who he was and what he could accomplish. 

the problem was your brothers, of course. you didn’t know how they would react knowing that you were dating their boss, and you feared that your relationship with izana could ignite a war between your family and bonten. at first, you wanted to keep your relationship with him a secret, sneaking out to meet him as if you were a high schooler. but ran and rindou weren’t stupid, and they knew you weren't just going shopping when you arrived home with hickeys covering your collarbone and cum running down your legs. 

but when izana proposed to you on your seven-month-old anniversary, with a ring that shined as bright as the stars in the sky, you didn’t think twice before saying yes. 

that night, he made sure to have a chat with your brothers. 

you were in your room, after your fiancé asked you to give him and his future brothers-in-law some privacy. “it isn’t as if i don’t trust you, my love.” he whispered, a hand amorously caressing your cheek. “but we need to have a talk from man to man. i hope you understand.” of course you did. if izana still had been in touch with his sister, you would’ve done the same — tell emma that you would love and cherish him, that you would never do anything that would bring harm to him. 

but sano emma was another ghost in izana’s life, and the only person you could’ve done that was kakucho, who dismissed you from such a conversation when you tried, saying that he knew you were the best for izana. 

the smile on your face was the happiest when rindou opened your bedroom’s door, no sight of injuries or an angry expression on his face, inviting you to have a drink in the living room. you happily accepted, eyes scanning the room in delight seeing that izana’s words managed to melt your brothers’ hearts — even though they still seemed to want to kill him when he made you sat on his lap and kissed your skin, they seemed to accepted your relationship with their boss as easily was someone accepts a rainy day. 

you should’ve known better, but passion and lust were clouding your vision, glossing the sorrowful expressions the lilac eyes of your brothers had.

verse four

izana left all things related to the marriage in your hands. 

from the place, to the decoration, to the songs and the celebrant — you did everything, and the satisfied smile on your face whenever he met you up to dinner was enough to make him happy. you understood why he couldn’t be there, of course. the leader of bonten didn’t have much time to do such frilly things and, since you didn’t have any female friends izana trusted, you dragged along kakucho and either ran or rindou with you. it was nice to see the three of them in another environment that wasn’t one filled with blood, guns and money. 

in the end, you knew they were all the same — just boys who the universe didn’t smile upon. you were happy you were managing to give them a break. 

after four months, you and izana were married. 

it was an intimate ceremony, just for family and friends. izana made sure none of his enemies knew about the event, afraid that they were going to bring tragedy to a day he had dreamed about since he was a teenager. 

and even though he had imagined such a day millions of times, nothing could compare to seeing you walking down the aisle, arm intertwined with ran and a bouquet of orchids, in the same shade of his eyes, being gripped by your hand. it took everything on him to not interrupt the celebrant and proclaim you two were married, because he couldn’t wait to finally call you his. 

that day you became kurokawa y/n, and even though you would miss sharing the haitani surname with your brothers, you needed to admit that your husband’s one suited you better. 

even though you knew the list of guests by heart, choosing them alongside kakucho, you noticed a pair of eyes that you never saw in your entire life — they were of an onyx color, and no emotion could’ve been extracted from them. the owner of such eyes, too, was someone you never saw, but you knew who was the only person who had a dragon tattooed on their neck, delicate traits that were mostly hidden by hair that had the same color of the sand. 

you couldn’t understand why and what sano manjiro was doing in your wedding ceremony, but it appeared that you were the only one who saw — or rather, recognized — him. if izana or any of the bonten boys did, they didn’t say or do anything against toman’s leader. 

and, even though you preferred dying than admitting your sins, you imagined he was the one making love to you when izana ripped you from your wedding dress that night.

verse five 

married life was nothing like you expected. 

it seemed as if a switch flipped inside izana. from the loving and caring boyfriend he was in your dating months, he became cold and distant as soon as you two were back from the honeymoon. you were used to having dinner alone and waking up to a cold bed, already with the experience of living with your brothers — but ran and rindou always made an effort to know about your day and have a chat with you when they could. 

but izana only paid attention to you when he wanted sex and, if wearing clothes you were uncomfortable with and making things you hated yourself from doing made your husband look at your direction with eyes reflecting something more than boredom, you didn’t care about your feelings. 

yet, whenever someone — especially your brothers — asked about your marriage, you always said izana was the best husband you could ask for. 

because, besides not loving you as he used to do, he still spoiled you with all the riches in the world and made sure you were safe and sound from the gang wars and violence of his world. maybe that was his way of showing he still cared for you — izana, as well as the other bonten boys, had a difficult childhood, and you couldn’t blame him if he didn’t know how to show affection like the characters in the books you loved so much. but you wished he could, and you couldn’t help and think if the owner of onyx eyes could love you like that. 

you felt bad for thinking about another man when your husband slept next to you, but you couldn’t help it. you were a hopeless romantic, denied of everything you always dreamed of. 

you endured such a life for a year, until some notes started to appear in your things. they were always sweet, saying how beautiful you were, how much the sender loved you. at first, you thought it was your husband — but comparing handwriting, you knew it wasn’t him. which made everything more dangerous, but also more thrilling. 

were you cheating on your husband? you couldn’t tell. 

but when the first signed letter arrived, you knew you were too deep in it, and maybe you wouldn’t have enough strength to deny the owner of onyx eyes what he wanted.