Naomi Tanizaki

Maybe that’s what it was? He reached out to touch the source of the pain, but encountered the soft cloth of the bandages wrapped around his head instead. 

He’d been hurt. He’d thought he would die. But he couldn’t remember what had happened, and how he ended up here. 

Where the hell was here? 

The thought made his heart beat wildly against his rib cage, made it hard for him to breathe. He sat up, trying to relieve the weight on his chest. He was only vaguely aware that the door to the room had slid open, heard the creaking and the soft footsteps against the tatami mats. 

He looked up at the girl with long black hair who has entered the room. She was carrying a tray of food and the smell made Junichirou realise how hungry he was.

At the smell of something burning Naomi banished the thoughts away as she quickly turned the stove off before she could burn the conge any further. Stirring the soup, Naomi gave a slight grimace. Hopefully the burnt taste of wouldn’t be too noticeable. Unlike her brother, she wasn’t as skilled as he was when it came to cooking.

Pouring the conge into a small bowl, Naomi gave a satisfied smile at her handiwork before heading into his room. At the sight of her brother sitting up, relief filled Naomi. “Nii-sama you’re awake! How are you feeling?”

 Going over the pictures she had taken, Naomi smirked knowing how pleased yet surprised her brother would react to seeing the pictures. Since Junichiro wouldn’t be back from his mission for at least another day or two, she wanted her beloved older brother to know how much she missed being away from him. 

Text: Hurry back safe and sound nii-sama!

Attaching the pictures to her message with a cheerful hum, Naomi hit send.

He almost dropped his phone in surprise.

NAOMI, his mind screamed. Not for the first time, he was glad that the Mafia had decided it was better for him to go on missions on his own. Junichirou tried to pull his hoodie down to cover his whole face, which had turned a brilliant shade of red. 

Rising from the bed they shared together, Naomi walked over to her closet stripping herself with each step before she opened the closet doors now completely bare. Shivering slightly at the cold air hitting her skin, she gazed in at the rows upon rows of clothes she had before pulling out another outfit with a devilish smirk upon her lips.

Buttoning the short white dress up that ended mid-thigh, the younger female adjusted the mini nurses hat on her head. Adjusting her hair and smoothing out at any wrinkles as she stole another glance at her appearance in the mirror, she was satisfied.

Aiming the camera angled high above her head, Naomi gave a small angry pout. Making sure to expose some of her cleavage in the image before pressing down and capturing the image.

Adjusting the strap of her bag, Naomi gazed at the row of delicious looking crepes and desserts on display as she decided on which one she should get. Breaking her gaze from the line of desserts, Naomi glanced over at Chuya who was accompanying her for the day.

Since her brother was out on a mission, Naomi had managed to convince the older male to spend the day with her to keep her boredom at bay and not to mention she figured the Port Mafia executive could use a little break from his duties.

“Which one do you think you’ll get?”

@deadlydrive​

The busy shopping district did nothing to please the young executive. He didn’t know how he got stuck with her, or how she had pulled him into shopping, but he didn’t seem pleased at all with the idea that he was hours behind his reports, and here he was walking around buying sweets and other things like some kind of errand boy. 

“Huh?” He peered at the sweets counter not at all hiding the fact that he was in a sour mood. “I really don’t care. Any will do. Hell, I’ll get all of it if you want.” He shrugged. Honestly, he’d buy everything in the damn shop if it made it faster for him to get to work.

Although it wouldn’t be too fun if he remained in a sour mood all day, Naomi wondered if perhaps their next destination to the shopping district would lighten his mood up. The older male did have a liking for hats and fashionable things she noted to herself. 

To see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble (or starter) based on the number generated.