#the solution is I yell into the room “damn you bitches need to lighten up!!!!!!!”

[itoshit]

Senju left us as soon as we arrived in Tokyo and thanks god because her flirt was getting annoying. I used Vee's phone to call Sanzu and he was supposed to arrive soon.

Now the two of us were waiting in front of Tokyo Station.

'Did you like our trip to Osaka baby?'

You didn't laugh but I chucked.

'Sorry sorry'

'Mikey!'

Turning my head I was met with Sanzu's car, and himself.

'Sanzu, what's up?'

'You look like shit'

'So do you'

Grinning he popped a pill while opening his door and took the bags Vee and I were holding.

'So, what happened?'

'The Sicilian mafia tested Bonten. They're probably going to cancel their contract with the Yamaguchi-gumi. I think that I acted as they wanted me to so don't be surprised if they contact us at some point'

'Understood. Now I need to know how the hell you got all these injuries? Some of them look serious'

'Vee took care of them.'

'So you were asleep the whole night?'

Not really but I guess I had to save Vee's ass.

'Yes. As I said before, got shot twice and had to jump from the first floor. Got scratches here and there. Nothing too dramatic. Got stitched up by Akashis's sister.'

'Akashi's sister?? Wait that don't fucking make sense?'

Noticing that Sanzu was going to change the trajectory to go my place I turned to you while stroking your thigh.

'You wanna see Natalie for a while?'

'Yes please! If it's possible ?'

Smiling a bit I nodded.

'Go to your place then Sanzu. How did it go?'

Erupting in a loud laughter he shrugged.

'If only you had a look at my back, man your friend is a tigress!'

'Huh? You fucked?'

I was acting like I was shocked but Vee and I almost done it too.

'Of course we did. Now the Yamaguchi-gumi is still around, no surprise. Speaking of which, Ranis waiting for you tonight.'

'Good. Nothing else?'

'Nothing else.'

After driving few minutes we eventually arrived at Sanzu's apartment. He was living at the top floor of a luxurious building with a 360° view on Tokyo.

-Mikey

These posts are a bit slow yeah but I want fluff rn lmao so be prepared for that and sorry for the time taken, I finally arrived!

sanzu pretending like senju isn’t his sister too is KILLING ME.

Walking up to Sanzu’s apartment, I masked my excitement through my actions, allowing Mikey to use me as a crutch as we navigated through the large building. The lavish material made me scoff. So much for being inconspicuous, Sanzu.

At the front door, I don’t bother to hide it any longer. I missed Nat and I wanted to see her. Sanzu opens the door and I scurry in, following the sound of Nat’s voice asking if that was him at the door. Banking a corner that leads into the kitchen, I’m immediately met with her face. Natalie’s eating wings over the countertop, and me jumping on her nearly makes her choke on a bone.

Christ, Vee! At least let me put it down first! she yells over my laughter as I rock us from side to side in the embrace. Where have you been anyway?

I pull away from her, anchored to her shoulders by my hands. We were in Osaka that entire time. Sanzu didn’t tell you?

No, he didn’t. Sanzu’s timing is awful. He enters the room just as she says it, catching her fiery glare head on.

Don’t blame me. That was the boss’ orders. He points to Mikey who’s coming in behind him.

Damn. Natalie whistles lowly. You look like shit, Sano Manjiro.

Always a pleasure to see you again, Natalie, Mikey retorts, words laced in poisonous sarcasm.

Now, back to you. Natalie wraps an arm around my shoulder, tugs me closer into her side. How was Osaka? Did you see any sights? Shop? Get some new dick?

She winks at Mikey when she says new and I chance a glance at him. There’s not a trace of a smile on his face. I’m kidding! Geez, lighten up every once in a while! I see Vee’s hickeys, Mikey. I know you’ve marked your territory.

I slap a hand to my neck, suddenly embarrassed. I didn’t think to cover them at all. Sanzu laughs and through the corner of my eye I can even see Mikey fighting a smile at my mortified expression. Dumb asses.

Tell me all about it, Natalie orders, then turns to the boys as if they were an afterthought she suddenly returned to. You two do whatever it is crime bosses do. The girls want to gossip.

I almost think they wouldn’t listen, put a gun to Natalie’s head for talking to them so lightly, but Sanzu just shrugs and walks out of the room, Mikey taking his leave shortly after but after confirming with me through his eyes that I’d be okay. Natalie and I move over to the couch, where I tell her all about the trip to Osaka in detail, making sure to omit everything… explicit Mikey and I did in the meantime.

I would’ve spit on her, Natalie rants. She’s talking about Senju, immediately not taking a liking to her from my description. Thirsty bitch. Did she not see you were there?

She thought I was a whore.

From what you’ve told me, the only whore around during that trip was her. She flicks my neck right on the spot where Mikey’s mark lay. And besides, he practically spelt it out that he’s with you when you two fucked. S’her fault she wanted to be dense.

We didn’t fuck, Nat.

Then what the hell did you two do? He surely left the impression that you two had done at least that with these marks.

Um he— I never liked talking about things I did with my partners in bed. I felt like it was private, but when you had friend like Natalie, what was privacy?

He ate your pussy? she asks candidly.

Nat! I groan, smacking her arm.

Hey if it makes you feel any better, Sanzu and I fuck. All the time. It’s practically the only thing we do when I’m not kicking his ass in shogi or we aren’t getting high.

Thanks for the mental picture.

Any time! Natalie grins and I almost feel… at home. Like I’d just look past her shoulder and Ang and Tati would be right there laughing with us. The reality is painful. The same thing must’ve struck Natalie because she’s immediately on her feet, bringing her hands together in a loud clap. Okay. It just got majorly sad in here. You know what would make this night better? Wine. Lots and lots of wine. I try shaking my head, remind Natalie that her being drunk is not so much a solution to our current problem, but could well possibly be a creation to another one. But she’s not listening. Come on! I’ll go grab the glasses and you can model all the shit you bought for me.

I hope Mikey’s injuries start acting up. Give us an excuse to get out of here.