#Why did they have to transfer ownership to me i can't even fucking handle it

[fanaticallyperfect]

i'm lowkey on the verge of just wanting to drop this entire art server ngl /srs

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hiiii! Just wanna ask would you consider making a part 2 for rain bringer like them meeting again and stuff 🥺 you write so good btw! Your works are amazing as always 💗💗 and i hope you have a great day 🧚‍♀️

Rain Bringer (Part 2): Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

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tw: NSFW

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Takeomi wonders where you are.

It's been almost a decade since he last saw your beautiful face, your lips parting to whisper your final words to him in the middle of the night.

It had been raining then, but as he thinks about you, it's not raining, and he's staring out of a window while he brings his cigarette to his lips.

"Are you even listening, Akashi?" Sanzu grumbles.

"No." The confident answer throws his brother off, but then the pink-haired man grunts once, turning away to look at the papers in his hands.

"Well, Mikey will want to know about the property, soon. You gonna tell him?"

"No."

"What's gotten into you?" Sanzu hisses, placing his hands on the wooden table. "You're not acting right. Something wrong?"

"No." Sanzu throws his hands up, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, be cryptic as fuck; I don't care. Tell Mikey or don't. You make the choice."

"I'm not going to." Takeomi wants to walk the streets for a little while, clear his head of Bonten, think about you, and let himself feel the void that's still sort of there. It's gotten easier over the years, but the wound - like the one over his eye - is everpresent, sometimes taking his breath away and other times just a slow, dull throbbing that he can't really get rid of.

Fuck.

When the air hits him, Takeomi begins to stride down the pavement, eyes on his shoes while people make way. No one would dare bump into him - not here, anyway - because he commands the streets. This is his town. No one lived here without his permission.

But for some reason... you're in his mind. Taking up space. Living there rent-free.

Why was he thinking about you so much lately?

What would you say if you could see him now?

You hadn't been seen for so long... and he hadn't heard a single word about you since that night. You vanished into the wind, like some ghost. And it bothered him to his core; it left him without closure.

For all he knew, you and Shinichiro were together, frolicking about in the afterlife, while he lived out his hellish existence. Sounds like a fitting punishment, he thinks wryly.

And when Takeomi walks past the old gym, his first mind doesn't say anything about it. That gym had been there for ages, abandoned in the wake of Bonten's arrival since it housed some other gang. It was a relic and a trophy displaying how they'd grown so fast and so fearsome. Takeomi loved walking by it and feeling the emptiness with his heart.

But when he walks past it today...

The smell of something sweet catches his attention.

And he looks over at the doors, the windows displaying a yoga class in full swing.

Yoga? What the fuck is this doing here? And when did anyone run this by him? Takeomi pulls on the door handles, the tinkling of bells announcing his arrival. The teacher, a young woman probably no older than twenty-one, looks up from her adjustments with a client and smiles at him widely.

"Hello, sir," she beams. "We just started this class, but we're starting another one in thirty minutes if you'd like to come back then."

The patrons look from her to him, eyes widening in fear at the sight of him in a suit and smoking a cigarette. Didn't she know who he was?

"What the fuck is this?" Takeomi snaps, motioning at the various items around the room. "Who told you that you could have this property?"

"Mr. Haruchiyo said he would run it by Mr. Akashi, sir."

"I'm Mr. Akashi," he gripes. "And Sanzu never told me about your little woo-woo classes. You need to get the hell out of here before you get hurt."

The woman raises a brow, but stands up, walking over to him and nodding. "Mr. Haurchiyo assured us you would be overseeing the transfer of ownership. I'll retrieve the documents for you if you want."

"I'll be back tomorrow to review them, then," Takeomi grumbles, striding out of the studio without so much as a word edgewise.

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"That's why the rent is so low."

Keizo Arashi - who is also the owner of the gym, as it turns out -shovels some food into his mouth, smirking at Takeomi while he eats.

"Exactly. Owning a studio isn't cheap, but it's enjoyable. So Sanzu cut me a little deal."

The place Keizo dragged him to after teaching him a yoga class at the studio is a brunch spot, just classy enough for Takeomi to shower and change into something a little less casual.

"Why isn't your name on the documents?"

"Had to brand my studio. Business shit, you know?" The vines about Keizo's head decorate the entire patio of the spot, distracting from the fans placing around to keep customers cool in the heat. "But what about you? Haven't seen you in a minute."

"You know what I'm up to." Keizo laughs heartily.

"You should've seen Hanami's face yesterday when she told me about your little intrusion. I was practically howling!" He mimics a scared face, then bursts into laughter again, holding his fork tightly. "Priceless!"

Takeomi laughs, too, feeling the ease of being with an old friend settle in. This is exactly what he needed. This... being with someone who really knew him, who knew his past, who knew his--

His eyes flick to the doors that open, and he looks away before looking back at the figure that walks through them, eyes alight and face aglow, dressed in a bright yellow chiffon dress covered in deep pink flowers.

"Holy fucking shit..."

Keizo catches the sight of you, too, his mouth drying up. The two men watch you approach a table of women, smiling and hugging each of them with excitement before taking your place in between them. Neither of them caught any sign of rings on your fingers, but you looked well-cared for. You looked happy. You look... you look like you're enjoying life.

Takeomi's heart threatens to burst.

His inner peace flits away on the wind, and Keizo clears his throat, eyes returning to his plate.

"Is this brunch over?"

"No," Takeomi whispers. "No, it's just getting started."

With a wave of the hand, a waitress comes over to the table.

"You see that one in the yellow dress?" Takeomi whispers to him, and the woman nods. "Make sure she gets whatever she wants. And put it on my bill."

"Should I tell her you're paying for it, sir?"

Takeomi hesitates. If you found out he was paying for it, he'd probably never hear the end of it. But if he stayed silent and never told you, you might disappear again. Is it worth it?

"No. Just tell her it's been covered."

An hour later, the bills come out. Takeomi hasn't spoken a word to Keizo since you arrived, trying to catch some snippets of conversation while he's hidden behind the man. But he's fruitless, not getting anything at all.

Keizo receives his bill, but Takeomi doesn't get one, and his card is returned with your bill instead.

You hadn't eaten much - only thirty dollars worth of food, which seemed to be shuffled around on your plate mostly.

"Where's my bill for my meal?" Takeomi wonders, but the waitress grimaces.

"Sir, it's been paid for already."

"By who?"

When the waitress points to you, his heart stops. Again.

You'd seen him. You knew he was here.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Keizo jokes, but Takeomi really feels like he's going to throw up. Does this mean you wanted to talk to him? Does this mean you wanted anything?

Were you just being nice?

What---

You and your friends begin to leave, and Keizo sighs. "I'm about to be forgotten in five... four... three... two..."

"Y/n," Takeomi calls out, and you turn to look at him, your friends stopping as well. You blink, then wave them on, saying you call when you get home. You walk toward the two men, suppressing a smile.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged out of the sewers."

"Always a pleasure to run into you," Keizo mumbles as you lean over and press a kiss to his temple.

"And you."

"Still holding onto that little dream of yours?"

"Every day," you reply, winking at him. But Takeomi can't find any words to say, feeling ten years of his life just fly by him again.

"I'll be going now," Keizo mutters, standing and nodding at Takeomi. "Don't stay here until closing. They charge for the tablespace per hour." You sit down in Keizo's seat, waiting for Takeomi to sit, too. When he finally does, both of you wait to speak.

"I should say something," Takeomi breathes, and you lean forward, looking into his purple eyes.

"I should apologize."

"For what?" The innocence of his question almost breaks your heart, but you continue.

"For doing what I did that night." You reach a hand across the table and take his fingers in yours. "Takeomi, I haven't been able to stop thinking about what I said."

"It's been ten years..." he whispers, not admitting that he's been the same way. "Why didn't you just call or..." He stops, seeing the regret on your face. "Are you talking to me now that I have more money?"

"More money?" You frown, squinting your eyes. "Takeomi, I paid for your meal because I didn't know if you had any money."

"Do I look that poor?"

"Do I?" No.

"You look like someone's taking very good care of you," Takeomi admits, eyes lowering.

"So do you," you echo sadly.

"Is he good to you at least?" Takeomi's eyes are pleading with you to tell him the truth, and you sigh.

"Is she good to you?"

"What makes you think I've seen anyone since?" You open your mouth to reply but then close it sharply. "I can't get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try." You don't even hesitate to speak.

"Then why did you walk away?"

"I thought it would be best for us," he begins. "Best for you. I didn't want you to feel trapped by me."

"I could never..." The words comfort Takeomi in a way that brings him a peace he couldn't attain from anything else, especially not yoga.

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"You can touch me, you know." You're standing between Takeomi's legs, dressed in a silk slip he'd purchased for you hours before. "I won't turn into dust or break." You place your hands on his broad shoulders, inviting him to run his fingers over your skin like he used to.

When he doesn't, you keep eye contact with him but pull his hands up to your waist. Takeomi's fingers hesitantly press against the slip, and when he finds that you're still there - still real - he leans his head on your chest and inhales deeply.

"Oh, my god." Takeomi can't control himself. His fingers run up and down your body with abandon, threatening to tear into your skin if he continued on like this. "I can't," he finally murmurs. "I can't."

His shaking fingers pull away from you, and you press your lips together, nodding.

"I understand."

"No, you don't." Takeomi presses the heels of his hands to his eyes. "I've waited for so long to touch you again... and now I'm ruining it."

"No..." you whisper, crouching down to look at Takeomi in the eyes. "No, you're not. You need more time."

"I don't want more time," he emphasizes with a groan. "I want you. Now. But I just..." Your lips come up to his, pressing against them tenderly in one single kiss. Takeomi feels some of his fear slipping away on the heels of your kiss, but he can't fully let himself go. You lean your head on his left knee, hand on his arm, closing your eyes.

No. He'd waited for ten years for this moment.

Takeomi pulls you up to your feet, standing and turning you around suddenly, so your back is on the bed. And he fully kisses you on the lips, feeling every nerve in his body light up.

"Takeomi--" you try to whisper, but he covers your lips again and again and again, hungrily kissing you until you're drunk on his essence. He's got you, hook, line, and sinker. And he's not letting you get away this time.

When Takeomi pushes into your wet cunt, his dick throbs, remembering that this is how you felt a decade ago. Warm, wet, willing...

But things are a little different now. You're both older, wiser, and less focused on death and destruction. You're not hell-bent on ruining each other anymore. Well, not in the bad sense, at least.

"Feels like heaven," Takeomi groans, kissing down your neck eagerly. "I can't believe you're here right now."

"Believe it," you pant, clutching onto his back. "I'm not leaving you again." Takeomi does believe you. He believes you to the moon and back, and swears to himself that he'll make up for the lost time. He'll do it for the rest of his life if he has to.