-The old Vendetta-

"Are you out of your mind?"

 Two suited men instantly grabbed the screaming man from the shoulders and pressed his body forward to the table with his arms open, holding his palms facing forward. The rest clan members and regional leaders stayed put on their chairs without a blink or a breath. 

Three more bodyguards were standing still in front of the double door, and five of them on the other side of it. 

"Why are you doing this?" 

His words were coming out distorted from the way his face was pushed on the table. 

"Are you afraid that he is going to kill you and take your place?" 

The woman sitting at the head of the table lighted a cigarette and smiled when exhaling the smoke. She stretched her arms behind her back before placing the cigarette on the ashtray in front of her and standing. She leaned forward over him, who was still immobilized in the position on the corner right next to her. 

"I'm glad that you recognize that even after my death, you will never take my position." 

She smirked and placed her hand under the table on his knee, slowly moving it towards his crotch. The man froze to his position without a breath as she slowly inserted her hand in his pants and pulled out a knife he held in there.

 Then with slow, torturing moves placed it right next to his open palm, where the thumb starts, and slowly dragged it around it really close, like drawing a hand on the table.

 "And no," 

she suddenly started talking a lot faster and moving the knife, making it jump between each finger with rapid moves that an eye barely can catch. 

"I'm not out of my mind, as you know from the 18 years that I'm your fucking Oyabun, I'm never out of my mind, in fact, I always have a plan in mind, but that doesn't concern you, does it? It's all business, after all. "

 She stopped suddenly right in front of the tip of his small finger, making the knife stand on the table from the pressure. 

Around his hand on the black wooden table was a perfect outline of his palm, from the rapid, precise knife stabs.  He raised his eyes to look at her face, which was smiling back to him, but weirdly not in a bad way. In a trustworthy kind of way.

 "Don't ever question me again." She said as she rapidly pulled the knife from the table, and another one from the back of her waist, to throw both of them simultaneously, with a bullets speed, at the two members sitting at the last two chairs of the end of the table. 

The knives found the two sitting opposite each other men on their temples, and they both fell facing the table, mirroring each other's image.

"Everyone else out." 

She spoke with a low voice, no expressions anymore on her face, as she went back to her chair and reached again for her cigarette.

 And the room was empty. 

Only she and her Saiko-komon left staring at each other. 

"I'll say this once and for all." 

She took another drag looking at him with her phoenix eyes. 

"Suga is coming with me. The end."

"He is everything I have." he sighed. 

"The only heir to my family. I haven't even seen Sakai for years." The man's voice was getting emotional. 

"I promise you that I will train him and prepare him for anything that comes across. It's for his own good. This old clan is rotten. Take an example from these two rats..." 

She nodded with a smirk towards the bodies at the end of the table. One of them's blood was slowly dripping from his hand to the floor, momentarily breaking the silence between their sentences. 

"They got their nose into stuff that they shouldn't... And planning to blackmail me with it." 

She smirked with satisfaction while putting out her cigarette in the ashtray. 

"Suga is going to be the first member of the new clan I'm starting, effective the moment I leave this room."

The man rubbed his face with his hands before answering.

"You are going to start a vendetta between the two clans if this happens..."

Nanami smirked again, as her well-planned words were coming out of her mouth.

"No, kobun. The vendetta is going to start after many, many years, when you will bring back Sakai because you will be planning a spiteful,  revenge death for me, for taking away your son." 

She narrowed her phoenix eyes to him while laying back. 

"But until then, we have businesses to run."

-The sweet lie-

"Fuck it. I'm burned anyway." 

Rain's confusion was well hidden behind her as always emotionless face. 

Suga was looking at her with a sweet smile, his eyes locked with hers, and if she wasn't sitting on the chair beside him, she would have a problem standing on her feet because of how weak she felt her knees.

 As conspiracies about the meaning behind his words were taking over her head, she sat there speechless, unable to move, not even flick the ash away from the slowly burning cigarette she was holding. 

"And you are too." 

He continued after a prolonged staring at each other moment, with enough amount of confidence to turn the sweet smile of his into a smirk and start a tsunami of thoughts in Rains head.

Does he know? 

How did he found out?"

Her terrified look started depicting on her face when she realized she couldn't hide it anymore. She couldn't pretend anymore. 

He knew that long ago, of course. And he decided that since she was never going to admit it first, he was going to expose her.

 V. She was hit by his face in her mind. I'll cut his fucking head off.

But looking back to Suga's annoying smirk brought her to her senses. 

Don't you dare lose control now!

Her subconscious was ordering her mind and heart to get back to reality.

"Cat got your tongue?" 

Suga continued, recognizing how tight it was the corner he was putting her into before breaking into chuckles.

 "You are so stupid..." 

He said after a sigh, to catch his breath, bringing Rain's brain into its limits from confusion, before continuing with the sentence that made her remember explaining to Jungkook how fast a heart beats when you get a kiss for the first time.

"You are so scared to just admit that you like me, even though I'd break the back of love for you." 

In the first part of the sentence, he was smiling playfully, but in the second, he was staring with honest eyes that felt like knives all over her body.

Rain just scoffed from doubt because she couldn't find any other way to react, in general.

 All signs of correspondence were gone and hidden somewhere far away. 

That's the reason she replied as she did.

"Then kiss me." 

She said, making her own heart go a few bits away from a heart attack or coma, both equally possible.

 She suddenly changed expression, realizing how weak the words that came out of her mouth sounded, and as a defense and provokement, she smirked, still unable to think straight.

"No, wait, you'll think this is an order, which you hate, and also you have specifically said you will never do that...."

But he did.

It was indeed the first order so far, he couldn't wait for a second more to comply with.

And he didn't just stand there to interrupt her with a kiss. 

Instead, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her over him, without letting her finish her sentence, wrapped his ankles over hers to make her lose her balance and entirely fall on top of him, and pushed her upwards from her waist before holding her head by softly tangling his hands on her hair, making strains get free from her ponytail. 

And because he is an actual, arrogant little bitch, he held her like this over him, from a millimeters distance from his face for a few seconds, just to give her his best smirk and make her doubt if he is going to kiss her, or just pretend he was going to, just to torture her. 

"I guess I fucking lied." He whispered. 

And after he felt that the agonizing seconds passing were too many, for him, as well, he gently pulled her to make her lips crash onto his and respond to their soft movements, while he grasped the back of her neck, exactly where he had hit her.

 He couldn't stop; neither did she. 

All the moments that they were thinking of this were passing through their minds. 

And those were all the moments that they were in the same place, with or without others. 

They couldn't even stop for a moment to look at each other, afraid that it will suddenly stop like a dream that you enjoy, and someone wakes you up. 

He moved his hands slowly down through her back, giving her chills, until they were over her thighs, where the death wish tattoo lays, without leaving her lips for a breath, giving her the best high of her life that no drug could ever compare with, as he whispered in her ear,

"I wanna fucking tear you apart."

The only sound that was heard except their quick breaths was a rumbling sound in the sky from a thunder. 

An unfortunate storm was coming. 

By the way, totally a good thing that the floor was made out of marble because Rain dropped her cigarette when Suga grabbed her, but anyway, she totally forgot about that.

~~~~~~~

"I will gauge my fucking eyes out with a fork," J-Hope murmured between his teeth from anger.

"I have a special knife for that if you are interested." Jin humored him. "But why anyway?"

J-hope sighed and looked outside. 

The storm had stopped. Only raindrops left on the leaves of the trees were indicating that it ever occurred. And the reflections of the night city lights were multiplied in the water's residue on the street.

"A rat gave me a message." He looked down all serious. 

"The Oyabun must meet the other clan. If she is not going to accept them, they must select a new one, according to their hierarchy." Then he was half-smiling with bitterness. 

"We must tell Rain then," Jin stated like it was too obvious. "I don't think that she will accept to go with them anyway." He turned to wash some vegetables in the sink to start preparing dinner.

"I tried to..." J-hope laughed ironically, his eyes still on the floor. 

"I knocked, but I got no answer..." He sighed again, frustrated, with his eyes widened. 

"I opened the fucking door to see if she was asleep..." a twisted smile on his face was revealing his anger.

"What? Was she sleeping naked?" Jin rolled his eyes, amused, as he put the vegetables on the cutting board to start slicing some carrots, filling the air with small knife chops on the wood.

J-hope answered with something between a scoff and an ironic chuckle, still too bitter.

"Yes." 

He smiled bitterly while biting his lower lip. 

"But not alone." 

Jin stopped chopping and turned his stare to meet J-hope's mad from anger and confusion eyes.

"With who?" He said, surprised, still holding the sharp kitchen knife, which gave him a threatening appearance.

The sound of a message beeped simultaneously on both their phones, making them look at each other and check them at the same time. And it was indeed the same message on both their phones. 

The weirdest part, the messages were from Suga.

S: Go immediately to my room and open the last door of the dresser. In the middle drawer, there is a file. Take it to RM RIGHT NOW!

They looked at each other once more confused again, before Jin dropping the knife to run towards Suga's bedroom.

He was already opening the dresser when J-hope closed the door behind him.

"Wait, Jin!" 

He looked at him, confused but still angry, Jin spared him a look but opened the drawer to search for the file. 

"Something's not right..." He yelled for the other man to give him his attention.

"Yes, I can't find the file," Jin answered, also yelling now, throwing a few of Suga's clothes out of the drawer.

"No, you idiot." J-hope pulled him to make him look at his angry face.

 "Suga is in Rain's room."

Jin narrowed his eyes on J-hope, understanding what he was indicating. 

"What the fuck?" 

He yelled and rushed to open the door, but once they were out in the corridor, the only thing that was heard was the beep of the elevator door closing. The digital numbers next to the button showed that someone was leaving, as they lowered from 6 that was the floor they were at, to 5, then 4 continuing until it reached -1.

Rains scent was lingering on the sheets as Suga opens his eyes, without containing the sweetest smile on his lips. 

Then it disappeared as he realizes that nothing else was there, except the scent. 

He slowly got up and went to check the bathroom, to find only his reflection with an unfinished tattoo on the mirror in there.

 A panicking heartbeat started. 

He went back to lift his clothes from the floor next to the bed, and while putting them on, he realized that his card key and motorbike keys are missing, as are his gun and phone from the nightstand.

"FUCK!" he yelled, as the realization instantly takes away his sleepy face to replace it with an angry, frustrated, panicky one.

He violently opened the door, making it slam on the wall, as he met two pairs of furious eyes, staring at him. 

"She left, didn't she?" 

He closed his eyes, lowering his head, to smile towards the floor, bitter from disappointment.

It felt like his own words towards the others came to bite him back. 

   "Can't you see it? She is a player!... She is gonna play with everyone until she gets what she wants."  

He remembered vividly the lecture he gave to the others about her because they seemed not to get her at the time. 

He was the only one who knew her all along, the only one that Nanami trusted with bringing information about her, the only one who understood her reactions, the way she acted, and why she chose to do so, yet still got played. 

Yet still, he was so sure until now that all this was not just a game to pass the time when she had nothing else to do. 

He knew her well enough to recognize that she was feeling something for him. 

"Good job!" Jin gave him an ironic smirk filled with anger, crossing his arms in front of him for emphasis. 

Suga started chuckling nervously from disappointment, frustrated enough to murmur out loud,

"She fucking burned me."