Death comes in many forms.

But I bet you didn't expect that mine will come in the form of love.

The blonde girl with the icy blue-gray eyes was inhaling the greasy takeout chicken wings J-hope brought her for lunch.

He noticed from close that she actually had some tattoos that weren't fading as the fake ones. Like those two she had in the front of her thighs—weirdly, the opposite spot of those Rain has— when her condom-tight red dress was riding up, as she crossed her legs to sit on the table and eat. 

Tattoos. Check.

Thick thighs. Check.

Pretty, deadly eyes. Check.

A lethal combination that ensued that J-Hope was fucked.

Or, as Jimin had put it, it was happening again, alright.

Oh, for fucks sake. Do they have a factory in Sweeden that they make them or something? He silently wondered.

Thankfully, she didn't speak. At least, not yet. And that was a mercy, because he didn't want to find out if she also shared the same snarky vocabulary with Rain.

He hadn't spoken a word either, as he waited patiently for her to finish, battling internal thoughts like what other trait could she have in common with Rain. Fondness for dismissing underwear, perhaps? 

The sound of her licking her fingers one by one, popping her in her mouth, was nerve-wracking, to say at least. The way she was looking at him while doing it was worse. 

It wasn't the predatory stare that Rain had, no.  It was innocent. Seductive. Challenging in a different way. 

It was also dismissive and said, I don't want to be here either. 

Sitting back in her chair, she made a motion like smoking, tapping two fingers on top of her lips. 

"I don't smoke," J-hope stated, removing his examining eyes from her, back to his phone. Checking his messages to see if anyone needed him. 

Violet lifted a shoulder with boredom, like saying, I don't care. Bring me. 

Taking a sip from his vanilla milkshake that he got from the same food joint he got her food, he pretended not to understand what she was saying.

Slapping her hand on the table to get his attention, she huffed.

J-Hope raised an eyebrow and grinned, taking one more vanilla milkshake sip and keeping his stare on his phone. "Do you play video games?" He asked. Of course, he knew that nothing but silence would come as a reply. "When you have passed a good level, beaten the final boss even, going back to level one is child play. Boring, even." He didn't stop scrolling. "Try all your moves. Amp it up. Because I've played this game before. And I definitely don't like repeating the same things." He lifted his stare. "Huff and rattle as much as you like. One snowflake in a whole storm is invisible." 

Violet got what he was insinuating. He had faced Rain. And she was nothing to handle, compared to her.

She pouted. Maybe flipped him off under the table. But didn't reply further. 

She didn't also miss the degrading tone he put in the word snowflake. Same like Suga had called her. 

As if her accidental implication in their bloody world was her fault.

But it wasn't.

Rain had watched the night changing outfits from the heavy misty dark till the bright pinks and oranges appeared in the morning, bring a crystal blue sky.

She didn't even try to sleep after a servant guided her to a guestroom for the night. Didn't even care to change to the fresh clothes that were left on the plush bed for her.

The rain that kept knocking on the window all night, reminded her of how alone she was.

The alarm in her subconscious had started screaming that she had reached —and surpassed— the patheticness limits allowed for the day. For the year, actually.

No fire was as big and burning as one born of humiliation, and the one that she starred in last night, blazed enough to give second-hand embarrassment to the whole country.

Seeing the video.

Suga telling her he is the Oyabun.

Trying to drown.

Getting kicked out.

Escaping in the middle of the night caught in a figurate horrible storm of secrets and lies and a literal one.

Getting rejected by the only person who could hurt her.

Overall, if she had to rate this night, she would give it an I-want-my-money-back, zero-star review.

This means I own you. And this means I own you double. 

You are mine. Always been.

It scared and excited her that Suga now held such power. That she wanted so many things from him, and he had the ability to rip it all away.

A war raged inside her as she had studied every inch and imperfection of the guest room ceiling all night, cigarette after cigarette.

Fighting the urge to rip this gigantic mansion apart. Or to check each and every one of the thirty-eight bedrooms —with golden toilet seats— to see if Suga stayed here or went back to the loft with the others.

Chin-Hae had disappeared after he walked out of his study. Suga as well. And a servant, looking down, requested that she followed him to the guest room after Chin-Hae's orders.

Chin-Hae's.

Not Suga's.

Meaning, he didn't want her anywhere near his vicinity. Or give a fuck about her whereabouts.

Burying the temptation of replying to stick Chin-Hae's order where the sun doesn't shine, she followed the servant stiffly to said guestroom where she spent the rest of this sullied night.

It took about three cigarettes and infinite ceiling gazing, to realize that she couldn't beat this game. Because it simply wasn't hers.

It was Suga's.

And maybe —probably— Nanami's as well.

And the only way to stay on the board was to play by their rules.

With careful steps.

The goal will stay the same.

She only had to change the plan.

And also, figure a way to save Violet from this mess she had ended up in unwillingly, who now was a captive of the Bloody Waves.

In the end, however, Suga won.

He won everything.

The sun was up and reigning when the point that she fell asleep came.

And dreamed of a window, a light touch on her lips like a feather, and four words.

Dark and sweet, as him who the voice belonged to.

Suga's face now bore the new fashion statement of cheekbone stitches. 

The swelling had mildly retreated, but the cut could be seen from across the country. 

"It will leave a scar," Jimin announced as he stitched it, while Suga was trying not to hiss as a reflex to the disinfectant that came after. "Thank fuck you don't tattoo over scars like Rain, cause you would look like twinning with Post Malone." Jimin snickered, dubbing the cloth. "What?" He lowered his hand.  "We can't even talk about her or just mention her anymore?" He asked after coming across Suga's silence. 

Suga got up from his bed to examine his face in his bathroom mirror. The cut started slightly above his eyebrow. It stopped over his eye, only to continue in a short line under it. It looked more like a knife cut than a punch wound. Like the clean cut that had slashed his heart open. 

"Talk about her all you want. Just not when I'm around." He washed his hands, damping the towel next to the sink. 

Jimin followed, packing his equipment. "So did you hear anything from... you-know-who?" He cleared his throat, looking at the shut door. 

Suga exhaled. "She's not fucking Voldemort."

"Right. Because Voldemort is like a sweet baby lamb compared to her. Why was she calling you anyway?"

"It's complicated." Suga dismissed him. 

"Aha. She's on the hide. She faked her death. How complicated can it be?" Jimin laughed humorlessly. 

"Just drop it. And never mention it again. In fact, keep pretending you don't know anything about it." Suga stated, pulling clean clothes out of his closet. 

"But what if I can help you?" Jimin insisted.

Suga removed his shirt, threw it at the floor, and then pulled a fresh clean one —a simple black like the previous one— over his head. "You can't. No one can." He didn't turn to look at him. 

"It's been a while, boys."

They both froze, looking at each other, like they couldn't believe in their ears. 

The voice that echoed from the kitchen, was Rain's.

"It's been a while, boys." Rain had walked in from the balcony. 

Suga had sprinted to the kitchen with anger seeping out of his system, but then, he became weak in the knees and hard everywhere else —as also everyone else had— because what the fuck?

What the hell was she wearing?

In a black fitted suit, —too fitted for her own good, if you ask Suga— hair straight pulled back to a sleek ponytail, paired with black —are those stiletto heels?, lips that were having a blowjob red comeback and eyes winged with black eyeliner like a feline, she looked... Fuck, beautiful wasn't the right word for it. 

She looked missing her whip to put the class presentation back in order, was more like it.

J-Hope was in the middle of complaining about Violet—especially to Jin that had claimed that looking after a baby is harder than looking after her— when he turned to face Rain with the urge to reply how stupid her entrance line was.

"You literally were here yester..." J-Hope stopped, raising an eyebrow. Then lost his words, looking at her from top to bottom. Insert drool emoji here.

"Hoooly, satanic, mother of all, I wanna go back to school..." Jimin started as he crossed the threshold, following seconds behind Suga. But also stopped abruptly as the second sent him a glare that said, pick up your jaw from the floor, or you will be looking for it. In the dumpster. In a body bag with the rest of your parts.

Suga scanned the rest six. He simply crossed his arms and said nothing. His eyes, however, said dicks are gonna be flying all over. The raging Oyabun is back.

"Hot fucking damn, I thought only guys in suits and tattoos could look like That," V exclaimed, ignoring Suga's glare and stating what everyone was thinking.

"What that stands for?" Rain narrowed her eyes on him, feigning innocence.

"Rtrm." V grinned.

"Rtrm??"

"Ready to rail me." V's eyebrows wiggled up and down as he stretched on his seat, putting his hands behind his head. 

Jungkook rolled his eyes, and J-Hope, Jin, and Jimin were throwing incredulous looks at each other that screamed, what the hell is going on? Jimin may have mouthed to suga, Is V gay?? With wide eyes and multiple indiscreet hand gestures that Suga pretended to ignore.

"How did you get in?" RM crossed his arms, scanning Rain from top to bottom. Pretending to be utterly unaffected and all that jazz for the sake of his newly pledged loyalty. Refraining from expressing what he was thinking. And he was 100% thinking that she looked like suit porn. If that was even a thing. If it was, though, only RM would know. Who ironically wasn't wearing one for once.

"Fire escape." Rain raised her eyebrows, stating the obvious in a way that she knew would make RM not only feel stupid but also see red. Yet her tone wasn't playful. And it definitely wasn't the fact that she was wearing a suit that made her utterly solemn. Dominating, even.

"Okay, now this is getting ridiculous. This place used to be uninfiltratable. We're moving." RM shifted on his spot to state at Suga. 

"We definitely are if intruders can climb up here on heels," Jin added.

"I'm definitely staying put if more intruders that look like that are coming," Jungkook murmured.

V raised a hand, looking around to the others before dramatically clearing his throat.

"Who else is still losing their shit for Suga being Oyabun, yet is more thrilled to see how the situation between him and Rain is going to evolve?"

Only Jungkook looked right and left in the following silence, shortly observing his clanmates before raising a reluctant hand.

Suga shot him a glare that promised a slow and painful death, starting from amputating that hand.

"That's it? No one else?" V demanded after no one else moved. "Liars," he scoffed, before taking a sip from his ice tea, undeterred.

"Read the room V," Suga bit his words.

Rain threw a glance at Jungkook. Raising an eyebrow, she opened her palm before her. "My pocket knife." She requested. 

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "What makes you think I have it?" 

"You have a thing for collecting your previous Oyabuns' ...weapons." She smirked. "I bet you picked it up after RM left it at the balcony."

Jungkook had a hint of a smile as he narrowed his eyes on her once more. Standing, he removed Rain's knife from his back pocket and passed it to her. 

Suga saw the simmer of a flame, the zing of adrenaline in Rain's eyes as she turned and firmly placed it before him on the table. The determination of a winner. 

Her move was a challenge. 

Giving up her weapon. A moved that had white flag written all over it.

She had figured out something. A way. A window.

Suga also knew everyone else had seen that adrenaline spark, as she lowered her head and closed her eyes, like mentally preparing herself for what was about to follow.

He knew it, as everyone had stopped breathing.

That was why the silence was heavy and infinite as everyone waited on the edge of their seats for what she was going to say.

That's why the temperature felt like it dropped.

That was why time had stopped.

Rain lifted her head. 

And slowly opened her eyes to fix her stare on Suga.

"I want to be a member of your clans."

Silence. 

Deep and heavy seeped and filled the kitchen for a full minute as Suga examined her with a scrutinizing stare, trying to figure out what the hell she was doing. What she was plotting. Where she was trying to go with this.

"No," was his answer, simple and obvious as it might be.

He knew she wasn't here to simply ask, So do you give a fuck today? when she had walked in, swallowing the air and everything in her path with her suited form like some modern-day nymph, ready to seduce men to their deaths.

"I want to be a member of your clans." Rain repeated, her tone steady and the exact same as the first time.

"You need to check your hearing." Suga marked every reaction that flitted across her face as she remained still before him. The slight dilation of her pupils. The unyielding brattiness hiding behind one slightly raising eyebrow. The persistence behind the corners of her lips that challenged to turn up in a defying everything-and-everyone smirk. Soon. Very soon.

She had figured a way to stay.

The only way.

"I want to be a member of your clans." Unblinking, she repeated a third time.

Dread filled Suga in the form of chills down his spine. 

"What is she doing?" Jin whispered to RM, who shook his head as a reply.

"Stop it!" Suga's jaw was grinding. His eyes widening in recognition. His heart beating erratically as it confirmed what she was doing. She was a fucking Trojan horse. And he had let her in. "Don't do this!" It was an order and a pleading, all the same.

"I want to be a member of your clans."

"Who told you about this?" His words now carried aggravation as he stepped and held the edge of the table. Using it as a barrier between them. Thinking of sending it to crash on the wall.

"I want to be a member of your clans."

"Do you understand what the fuck you are doing?" Suga growled. "There's no way out! To pledge this oath today is to pledge your life forever!"

"I want to be a member of your clans." Ignoring his warning as if it was nothing, Rain repeated.

Silence.

Heavy as a boulder.

Binding as death.

Ominous and final.

Inevitable.

And inevitable was Suga's reply.

Even if it pained him, weighed him down.

Like heavy, unbreakable chains. 

Same with those he silently carried all those years.

He knew their weight well.

He also knew they couldn't be denied if one wished to be chained.

Everyone was looking at him now. Waiting.

"Then say it a seventh time and accept your deathwish." 

The air left his lungs after his reply. He retreated his palms from the table in defeat. He shut his eyes in rage and despair.

A smirk of triumph, no, determination, a smirk of victory crept up Rain's lips as she repeated the blood oath, her pledge, her death wish one last time, loud and clear.

"I want to be a member of your clans."

Suga's stare as he opened his eyes was infinite and heavy, like the two of them were alone in the loft. The city. The earth. It promised everything and nothing, death and life.

His voice was laced with three things when he replied.

Admiration.

Acceptance that he failed to stop the inevitable.

And bloody revenge.

"Then it's the first day of the rest of your life." 

Suga's words bided the oath. 

And with those words lingering in the air between them, Suga sealed Rain's fate. 

Shi no ganbō

Death Wish.

The oldest yakuza tradition, oldest than the Jingi, oldest than Yubikiri. Deriving from times when unfortunate youngsters sought shelter in mob clans, unable to provide for themselves or their families, or were disowned and kicked out from their households, with the only option of survival to become criminals.

It took its name because the pledger must really have a death wish to completely give away his life, becoming nothing more than his oyabun's orders.

A fate equal to death. Willingly submitting to service for life. 

Pledging their lives and loyalty without anything in return.

Not even payment. Just a roof above their heads. 

And just like that, Suga had his answer about how much Rain wanted to stay. And ironically, it was the last thing he wanted.

Whoever told her about Shi no ganbō knew he was obligated to accept her pledge.

And Rain knew that in the presence of the whole Bloody Waves clan, he couldn't deny it happened.  



Then is the first day of the rest of your life.

Tilting her head, her stare was more intense than her promise. 

"You underestimated me, Oyabun." That icy look —Nanami's look— passed over Rain's face. The sort of look that told Suga and the rest that there was a wild wicked storm raging and contained beneath that cold exterior. "Don't think for a second that I haven't figured out why you did what you did," she smirked, grabbing V's ice tea and taking a sip from the straw, keeping her eye contact. "Sweet." She bit the straw after a few gulps. "Tastes like lies." 

"Takes a liar to know," Suga smirked undeterred, even though he was internally ready to strangle her from fury. 

Rain's expression was something Suga couldn't decode. "You know what happens when you feel sympathy for the devil, Oyabun? She drags you down to hell, and you get burned." She threw his own words back to him with a smirk. "Oh, and by the way: When all doors are closed, I'll go through the window. In the end, I'll always find a way."  

"Out. Now." Suga bit the words as he pointed to the terrace.

Rain's ponytail sashayed along with her as she turned to go outside, glistening as it caught the rays of the sun.

Seeing her through the glass wall, they all shared the same thought. Maybe it was the suit. Maybe it was the way she lit a cigarette. But all they could see at that moment was Nanami. And it was undeniably uncanny how similarly she would have handled the same situation. Without the slightest drop of fear.

Everyone always saw Rain as reckless. 

But Suga knew that Rain was one of those people that once she set her mind on what she wanted, an army couldn't stop her. If she wanted to find something out, she did it. If she wanted to mess around, she did it. If she wanted to create chaos to throw everyone off her plans or just for the sake of fun, she. Fucking. Did. It. 

And would do it fucking double if she knew how much it infuriated him.

And God help him, since he knew where those deadly traits came from. 

Satan's spawn indeed.

He followed her outside, sending the door crashing shut.

"You have no idea what you got yourself into." He got up her face and yelled, starting for a warning, but it definitely sounded like a threat. "Who told you about Shi no ganbō?" With wide eyes, he growled the question.

"No one." Rai's reply was calm.

"You can't lie to me anymore. You got yourself in this. You forced me to accept you. This is real, Rei—"

"It always was." She cut him off, keeping her stare, taking another drag from her cigarette.

Suga's eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

Scanned hers for a lie. 

He didn't find any.

"I did forget. But you did too." She exhaled the smoke.

"I forgot what?"

"That it was real." 

Promise me you won't forget this. That no matter what you'll find out in ten minutes, tomorrow, next week, or in the next three years, you won't forget this.  That  this  was  real.

The earth might have tilted once more. Suga's head was still spinning. And Rain had not once, but twice, successfully crawled her stubborn way into him. Fought for what she wanted. Stayed. 

It was lust at first sight, love at second, hate at third. 

But ironically, four was her lucky number.

And Suga was about to find out for a second time that a Ryuzaki always keeps her promises.

"You should have run away when I told you to." He replied, keeping her stare. "You have no idea what those things you never found out were. And now, the window is closed too. You trapped yourself inside." 

Lethal calm. 

Fiery fury.

Craving revenge.

All those things were depicted in Suga's snake eyes.

He broke the stare after he was sure that Rain got all of them. 

"We trade rooms." He stated, looking away. 

"Pardon?" Rain chuckled, weirded out with his sudden subject change.

"Nanami's room is the Oyabun's room. I trust that I don't have to explain the obvious." He hid his smirk, basking in Rain's silent fury from confusion. "Also, comfortably and coincidentally, the water is still cut in mine. I know you can probably switch it back on in the same mysterious way you deprived me of, but here's the thing." 

He turned, looking at her.

"Don't." 

His calm smirk was a thing of deadly beauty. 

"That's a fucking order." 

Rain bit her lip, containing herself from flipping him off. Her nails might have bitten in her flesh as she bristled in his arrogance. But won her urge by putting on a goody-two-shoes mask with a calm smile.

"We will discuss the rest of the terms of your stay further tomorrow." Suga took her cigarette, inhaling with a smirk that challenged her to defy him. Like it was his. He owned even that. "Now, go change into something else before RM jizzes in his pants. And we won't know if it's because of you or the suit." 

He hadn't failed to notice that RM was a second before mentally eye-fucking her, or that his dick had stood to applaud her and throw imaginary roses on her heels.

"Oh, thank thy for your gratefulness, your imperial majesty," she mocked, faking to be thankful with a palm over her heart. Went as far as making a show of bowing a little.

Then rolled her eyes hard enough to see her brain and walked away.

"Rei." 

Suga's call was a command. Stopped her in her track.

Shutting her eyes and exhaling fire, she turned once more. 

"A little advice." 

The sun had hidden behind the clouds. Even he was afraid of Suga's infamous smirk and all the things it promised. 

"Don't try anything like that ever again." Throwing away her cigarette, he approached with steady steps, his hands in his pockets. 

Stopping right in front of her, he lifted his hand. And in a second, using her pocket knife, he ripped off the elastic band that was holding her tight, sleek ponytail high. Her coal hair cascaded to fall straight over her shoulders. 

"This is my Hell." His whisper close to her ear was nothing less than a threat. "I make the rules."

Her tattoo, this time, wasn't traced with his fingertips.

She felt the cold tip of her pocketknife grazing the bloody waves. Bringing every little hair up in its wake.

He removed it from her nape after he felt a chill tracing her spine.

After he saw that she was affected. 

After her breath was shredded.

After she visibly swallowed, and he could bet that he not only had successfully messed with her head, but she was already wet and in a state of fantasizing things. 

Things that he would deny her. 

Things that would make her running to her room —his room now— to sate her lust herself. 

Have fun not having a shower.

His chuckle was dark as she stomped away, her heels clicking on the marble floor, with the intensity of rageful stabs. 

Her forceful stay was his funeral, after all.

Might as well have fun throwing it.

After the door had shut, another set of heavy steps followed.

"Why are you so hard on her?" RM narrowed his eyes, looking up at the sun that was playing hide and seek with the clouds.

It kind of was the million-dollar question. 

As far as everyone's theories could go, RM's included, no one could understand why Suga was so adamant about Rain leaving. What harm could it be if she stayed around?

"I'm not." Suga exhaled, closing his eyes. His grip was tight on the banister. " If she had told me the real reason she wants to stay, I would have let her from the start." 

His next words were only a heavy whisper. Filled with pain and regret.

"In a heartbeat."

Suga had tried everything to push Rain away. Save her from this forsaken life. Covertly removing her from the picture now that Nanami's plan had once more fallen into place. Now that his had failed. Now that she had become nothing more than a caged animal. 

And she still stayed.

Defying the odds.

Defying the world.

If only she knew Suga was trying to protect her.

Always for Rei.

In today's battle, Rain won.

Between the two of them, however, the real power battle had just started.

Choose your side wisely. 

A/N.

I couldn't decide on a song. 

Thus, I found a new way to procrastinate tomorrow:

I'll actually make an official, public Spotify playlist. 

So you can listen to all the songs that had been stuck in my head since I started this story. 

Also, this chapter word-wise was double than normal. Is it tiring like that? I think that I could have split it in two.

Anyways, 

love you. 

***Edited four fucking hours later:

OH SHIT OH SHIT, 

I went to sleep, and in the middle of my fucking dream I woke up, because my brain said that it had found the perfect song for this chapter.

And scumbag brain was right. 

I see you've found my underground
Help yourself to guns and ammo
Nothing here has ever seen
The light of day
I leave it in my head

It's the first day

Of the rest of your life

It's the first day

Of the rest of your life

Don't fuck it up
You'll remember me
For the rest of your life.

https://youtu.be/m8t0nJPl9vI