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By the time Kazuha woke up, it was late at night.His head hurt and his throat was dry, and he was confused for a moment until he remembered he was in the basement of the house he and Beidou had been hiding it. There was blood on the carpet in front of him and dropped leading all the way up the stairs reminding him of the events that had previously occurred. Speaking of which, he looked around, hoping to see the girl that he had risked his life for.

"If you're looking for Y/n, she already left." 

He turned to see Beidou at the top of the steps. "But she told said thank you for saving her life again." Kazuha lowered his head, already missing your presence beside him, feeling your warmth against him. He didn't realize it until you were gone, but you filled a certain emptiness inside him, one that had remained empty since he died. He had never felt such a desperate need to protect anything until now.

"I want to see her again," he said and Beidou's eyes widened at the seriousness of his tone. "Where is she?"

You heard the bathroom door open and close from the living room.
"Did the clothes fit?" You called only to choke on air when the Oni came down the hallway. He was shirtless, water dripping from his hair onto his chest. The sweatpants you had given him were obviously too small causing you to see the outline of his...

You were quick to shield your eyes before they traveled too low and instead threw the T.V remote at him, hitting him directly in the middle of his eyes, and making him stumble back. 

"Put a shirt on!" You screamed.
"Mine is dirty and the one you gave me was too small!" He shouted back, throwing the remote back at you, which you deflected with a couch pillow.
"Whatever!" You said, standing up, making sure to face the ground as you walked past him, so he wouldn't see your flustered appearance. "I'm going to shower so you better not try to peak, you perv!" Itto gasped dramatically at your words.
"You think I'm a perv?"
"Yes!"

Slam!

Itto huffed as the bathroom door slammed. He walked over to the couch, sat down, and struggled to get comfortable due to the tight pants. After finally getting comfortable, he lay with the pillow that you had thrown at him resting under his head. It smelled like you. Itto smiled at that, burying his face into it as he fell asleep.

"You called my lord?" Thoma entered Ayato's office, the head of the Kamisato clan sat there, papers neatly pushed aside and eyes fixed on his computer, staring at the screen with an amused expression until his housekeeper arrived.
"Ah, yes," Ayato smiled. "I just thought you'd agree with my plan when you saw this." Thoma's eyes widened when he saw you on the monitor, leaving your apartment with Itto.
"You've been watching her?" He asked, and Ayato sighed.
"Calm down, it was all for good reason," he said. "And it paid off in the end." He fast-forwarded the video to reveal you in the middle of Beidou's house. Thoma watched fearfully as Kazuha shielded your body from the shots.
"Why didn't the Shuumatsuban step in?"
"Well, I promised you I wouldn't bother her and since the Shuumatsuban work for me, I assumed you meant them as well." Thoma continued to watch the video all the way up until you entered the shower and he was quick to turn away.

"She seems to have welcomed Itto into her home despite having seen how feral he can get," Ayato commented. "And she and Kazuha have grown quite close over a short period of time. I think I should bring her here now. Between being seen with Itto and Kazuha and the possibility of Scaramouche still being after her, who knows what dangers she'll encounter next." Ayato smirked as Thoma lowered his head thoughtfully.
"I think I should talk to her about it," he finally said. "Maybe if she realizes how dangerous they are, she'll leave them alone."
"Yes, but will they leave her alone?" Ayato asked with a frown. "Remember, Thoma. She will be coming here one way or another, if you assist me, I am willing to share, if not you'll just have to stand by and watch as I make her mine. And you don't want that, do you?" Thoma lowered his head.
"No, my lord."

You sighed as you checked the time once you got out of the shower, seeing that it was almost time to get to work. You got dressed in your work clothes and walked out to see Itto fast asleep, snoring loudly as he hugged the pillow close to him. Slowly, you walked over to him running his hands through his hair, and chuckling when he mumbled something under his breath, leaning into your touch.
"Itto," you whispered. "Itto wake up. I need to go to work." The male slowly arose from his slumber, blinking a few times before setting up and stretching.
"I'm up," he yawned. "I guess you're leaving?"
"Your clothes are in the wash," you said. "I'm fine with you staying here until they're clean. There's a spare key under my mat you can use to lock the door behind you when you leave." 

Itto raised a brow.
"You keep a spare key under your mat?" He asked, holding back a laugh. "Really?"
"Don't laugh," you said. "I've lost my keys before so that's for if it ever happens again."
"At this point, I may just have to stick around," Itto said, leaning back. "A naive thing like you needs a big strong man to protect you." You scoffed rolling your eyes.
"You're just a perv." You turned to walk away only to let out a yelp of surprise as you were pulled down onto the floor, Itto jumping to pin your wrists above your head.
"I'm about tired of being called a perv Y/n," he said with a mischievous grin. "Take it back or suffer the consequences." You raised a brow, shaking your head.
"No, you perv, now get off!"

Itto smirked.
"Fine then," he moved so that he could hold your wrists together with one hand before moving his hands down.
"This is your last chance, Y/n," he smirked, but you shook your head stubbornly, only to burst out laughing as he began tickling the sides of your stomach.
"I-Itto cut it...Ha, Cut out!" You laughed, thrash and squirm in his hold. "I gotta get to work!"
"Not until you take it back," Itto said, tightening his grip on you, the sound of your laughter causing him to laugh a bit as well.
"Fine fine!" You shouted. "I take it back! I take it back!" You let out a sigh of relief when Itto stopped.
"That's what I thought," he smirked triumphantly as he stood up, extending his hand toward you to pull you to your feet.
"I'll see you around," you said as you grabbed your bag and left, leaving Itto to sit back on the couch and think of you while he waited for his clothes to be cleaned.

"You look tired dear." You went backstage to see Ms. Guuji standing there waiting.
"Just a really tiring day," you said as you put your stuff in your locker. The pink-haired woman approached you, stopping in front of you, and seeing her serious and thoughtful expression made you shift uncomfortably.
"Ms.Guuji-" You were cut off when she cupped your face in her hands, moving it to examine the cut on your face that you had tried to cover with makeup.
"What's this?" Her voice was low and serious, making any lie that you'd come up with to use on the way there disappear from your mind.
"I-I was visiting Kazuha with Itto and there was an incident with shooters." That was all you could bring yourself to say, words already coming out stuttered and quiet due to your nervousness, especially when the woman's brow furrowed slightly with anger.
"You were with Itto and Kazuha?" You nodded. "I told you they were dangerous." You lowered your head as she circled around you until she was behind you, but you kept your gaze pointed at your feet.
"But not only have you kept in contact with them, but you also went with that brute?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Guuji, I-" Your apology was cut off by a soft hand on your shoulder.
"You know what will happen if you disobey me Y/n," she said, and you shivered as you remembered the last punishment she gave you. "I will only say this one last time. Stay away from them. They are dangerous and will only get you into trouble." You heard her walk around you, but you still didn't raise your head until the door opened and closed.

You pulled your hood over your head to shield yourself from the cold wind as you walked out of the club. Winter would be coming soon. Due to arriving late, you had to park a building over, and just as you passed an alley the sound of a trash can made you jump and freeze in place. 

There was a moment of silence before weak coughing rang out through the alley. You looked around the empty parking lot, swallowing nervously before slowly venturing down the alleyway, taking out your phone, and shining your flashlight ahead of you. Once you reached the end of the alley, you were just about to turn around when movement in the corner of your eye made you whirl around. In the corner, clutching his stomach was Scaramouche, shielding his face from the bright light of your phone until his eyes adjusted. He frowned when he saw you.
"It's you," he growled. You took a step back, considering leaving until you saw the bloodstain on his abdomen.
"A-are you okay?" You asked.
"Do I look like I'm okay to y-" He choked on his own words, blood spilling from his mouth as he couched violently. "If you must know..." he sighed. "I got shot. Now go on and run away. You know you want to." You glanced behind you, sighing as you placed your phone in your pocket before walking over to him, placing his arm around your neck, and attempting to pull him up. He winced at the movement.
"What are you doing?" He asked as you helped him to his feet.
"Helping you," you responded as you slowly but surely brought him to your car.
"You're a fool," he grunted as you helped him into the backseat.
"You're welcome," you said as you shut the door, praying that Itto would have left by the time you arrived.

You pulled up to your apartment, letting out a sigh when you saw Itto's motorcycle was no longer in the parking lot. Before turning to look at the male in the back seat. He was struggling to stay conscious, face growing paler by the minute.

"Hey," you said, as you climbed out of the car, opening the door to the backseat and helping him out. He let out a weak hum in response.
"We're almost there. What happened to you?" He was quiet for a moment, and you panicked, thinking he had lost consciousness.
"...Shot," he muttered after you finally got him inside. You placed a sheet over the couch before letting him lay on it. You grabbed the first aid kit and pulled up his shirt, face going pale at the sight. His whole torso was covered in blood and from what it looked like, he had been shot twice.
"Who did this to you?" You asked, hoping that asking questions would keep him awake and distract him from the upcoming pain.

"Don't know," he grunted. "...Was going to club and all of a sudden I was attacked." You wiped the area around the bullet wounds before picking up some tweezers, after helping Kazuha, you were a bit less nervous.
"Why were you going to the club?" You asked, already knowing the answer but hoping you were wrong.
"To see you-ah!" He screamed as you pushed the tweezers past his skin, fishing around for a moment before pulling out the first bullet.
"Sorry," you said knowing that you'd caught him off guard. He merely turned away.
"Why are you even helping me?" He asked, and you faltered, having to think of an answer as you pulled out the second bullet before moving to stitch it up.
"I don't know," you said. "I mean I'd feel bad if I just left you at that alley to die." Scaramouche watched as you stitched him up, purple eyes studying your own that were so full of light and innocence. It was rare to see someone with eyes like that in this city, and while part of him wanted to cherish that, another part of him wanted to snuff it out, to tear you apart and make you just as broken as he was.

"I'm done." He was snapped out of his thoughts when you stood up, looking around awkwardly, wondering what to do with him.
"I can leave," he said, sitting up only to groan at the pain it caused him.
"No, you can stay," you assured, knowing that the chances of him tearing his stitches if he went back out were high. "...as long as you don't do...anything," you added nervously, and Scaramouche sighed as he leaned back against the couch.
"You have my word," he said and you nodded, before turning to go into the bathroom to clean your makeup off.
"Y/n," he called and you turned to look back just in time to see him turn and face the wall.
"Thank you," he muttered and you smiled.
"No problem!"

Sorry, this took so long. I honestly didn't think many people enjoyed this story and I honestly didn't think it was going so well so I started writing some new ones that I hope to publish later on. The 3.1 story quest gave me some ideas but yeah. Hope ya'll enjoyed!