Tobirama:

That's enough.

That's not for you to decide.

I said, THAT'S ENOUGH, MADARA!

He beat me then.

He used his fist and beat my face.

He grabbed my neck and choked me.

He took off my trousers by tearing them off.

He kicked my groin with his knee.

He forced himself inside me so harshly, I could hear my skin tear.

When he'd had his way with me, he took his glass of red wine and poured it over me.

Then he left me in a puddle of his wine and my own shame.

Izuna:

The days after were hooded over by a sensation of disgust. What the fuck had I been thinking? I must've been drunk out of my fucking mind. I found I longed for the normality of Emil's presence at work, then it struck me like a brick wall. Emil won't be there. Emil is dead. Emil is dead and he's never coming back.

I stood in front of the group, arms crossed.

I took a deep breath.

"The mafia boss is named Tobirama Senju. He owns the club Sticky Fingers. He used to go there Fridays, but I believed he'd stop after his identity was revealed. But he's been sighted in the club since then. I think we'll grab him there."

"How do you know this?" Cassandra asked.

"Inside information" I said simply.

"How will we get him?" someone else asked.

"I will approach him in the club. In civil clothes."

"No way that will work", a man said.

"It will."

"How?"

I took a deep breath, braced myself.

"Because we dated."

They became dead silent. They just stared.

"We dated. Before I found out who he was."

They remained silent, not judging, but chocked.

"Did he know who you were?"

"I honestly don't know. I don't think so, but that's just my guess as a private person, not a police officer. We will go to Sticky Fingers each Friday until we see him and then ambush him. It will be messy. But it's our best shot. And we can't let this go on. Just this week alone the mafia has killed five people. So..." I looked at my team. "Do you trust me?"

They got a surprised expression on their faces.

"Oh my God, Izuna, yes", Cassandra said. The others nodded and I felt a powerful relief lighting up my stomach as a sun.

"I..." Shit, Izuna, don't cry, don't cry. "We need to do this for Emil. I don't want more like him to die. We will talk about the details of the ambush tomorrow. I expect a lot from you, and rightfully so. You are all very good at what you're doing."

Afterwards, Cassandra came to me and put a hand on my shoulder with a lopsided, sad smile. "You do have a quirky taste in men, love."

I smiled and blushed at that.

Not because I was thinking about Tobirama.

But because I was thinking about Emil.

Tobirama had texted me once since he left after I discovered he had been raped. He sent it to me in the middle of the night, and I didn't see it until I woke up the next morning.

Tobirama Senju (3.23 AM): Izuna, I feel terrible. It's like I can't breathe.

I hadn't answered.

Nor had I cared.

Friday night came, and I was getting ready in my apartment. I considered dressing as girly as I could, seeing that would probably make Tobirama the hungriest for me, but then decided against it. Truth was, I knew I didn't need it, and I didn't want to give myself to him anymore. I put on olive green cargo trousers and a black shirt, and softened it all out by putting my hair up in a feminine silver clip with stone settings and adding lipgloss and a smokey eye makeup. I took my best coat, my shoulder bag, put on my Demonia plateaus and left.

As I took the elevator up to Sticky Fingers, I felt my nerve endings tingle. Something told me this wouldn't work, that this was too easy. Part of me hoped he wouldn't be there. At least, it was all immaculately planned. Several members were here in civil clothes, and we also had hidden back-up with guns. The detailing that went behind planning something like this was indescribable.

I came out, got eye contact with Cassandra who I thought looked lovely in a tight, green fishtail glittery piece that brought out the red in her hair, and smiled a little at her. I would probably have found her attractive if I wasn't so fucking gay. But knowing she was here made me calm.

I went up to the top floor bar.

And my heart sank.

Tobirama sat in his usual spot.

And no matter how repulsive I found him, there was that familiar tug in my stomach. He was hot. Like, extremely so. And I noticed he had some dark purple eye shadow to to with his red stripes instead of his usual black, smudged eyeliner. Holy shit.

And he caught sight of me.

His entire demeanour changed. First, his face displayed shock. Then, panic.