#eisuke angst

bat-yo-us said to empty-aesthetic-princess: I'm feeling angsty today so can I request a scenario where eisuke and mc are having an argument . The argument didn't end well and they both went to work with bitterness.But on that day, eisuke was being targeted and at the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him and took the bullet instead. I'll leave the ending to you. Can you make this angsty please

Angst, indeed! Coming right up (:

I woke up in an empty bed for the 4th day in a row. I got changed into my work uniform somewhat reluctantly. I knew today was going to be a busy day, especially with the IVC later and I wasn’t looking forward. Plus, Eisuke had been waking up early and getting to bed late the entire week and my worry for his well-being was taking a toll on my mood as well. I walked out of our bedroom and found Eisuke already awake and fully dressed, sitting at the table and typing away on his laptop. He didn’t look up as I came in and his mouth was set in a hard line. 

I had noticed Eisuke being distant and a little cold towards me lately, but I knew how busy he was so I tried not to take it personally. However, the next words out of his mouth stopped me dead in my tracks as I went to start his morning coffee.

“I don’t want you coming to the IVC tonight”, he said matter-of-factly and without breaking eye contact from his screen.

“Why?”, I asked him, confused. It’s not as if I looked forward to the IVC or the auctions anyways, but something about the sudden retraction of my invitation bothered me. He hadn’t said “you don't need to come anymore” or anything along those lines. He had said “I don’t want you there”, and the rejection that came with that statement made my stomach drop. 

“Because I don’t want you there”. Eisuke’s eyes never met mine and it was starting to get on my nerves.

“Why?”, I asked again, letting the irritation I was starting to feel seep through in my tone. There had to be a reason. He doesn’t do anything impulsive and unexpected like this without a good reason. 

“Because I don’t, ________. Don't make me repeat myself again”, he stated flatly. His tone was mirroring mine and his jaw tensed, but he still refused to look up from that damn laptop. 

“Why can’t you look at me, Eisuke?” My voice was barely over a whisper but I know he heard me. He sighed harshly and finally looked up to meet my gaze. His eyes gave nothing away and I tried to figure why he was acting this way. His mouth had his signature scowl plastered on it and he regarded me with an agitated expression. Had I done something? I thought back over the past few days and I couldn’t think of anything, especially since we’d hardly interacted at all.

“I’m looking at you. Anything else?” He sounded bored and detached, and my heart felt heavy. I took a deep breath and tried to keep the tears that were forming in my eyes from falling. 

“Tell me why you don’t want me there”, I said, emphasizing the word that I was the most worried about. Did he just not want me at the IVC, or did he not want me at all? This was the most he had talked to me all week and even though he was seated two feet away from me, I had never felt so far away from him. He returned his gaze back to his laptop and resumed typing, muttering one single word to me.

“Coffee”. 

I felt my blood start to boil and I finally snapped. That was it? I ask for an explanation and I get an order, a command? All the loneliness and sadness I had been feeling lately quickly turned to anger as I stormed towards him and slammed his laptop shut. He looked up at me and I registered surprise on his face for a split second before his bored expression returned. 

“Are you kidding me, Eisuke?! What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being like this? You’ve been ignoring me for days and you’re a jerk every time you do decide to give me the time of day. And now you can’t even be bothered to give me a reason? I’m tired of you treating me like I’m your property and not your girlfriend!”, I shouted, finally letting go of the suppressed emotions I’d been feeling as of late. It was a cathartic release and the tears from earlier finally spilled over, but Eisuke’s face never changed throughout my outburst. 

“If you don't like it, then leave.” 

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Was this a joke? It felt like my heart had been ripped straight out of my chest. I let out an incredulous breath and took a step backward, away from the man that I loved. As if we needed any more distance right now. 

I quickly turned on my heel and headed out of the room, not once looking back at Eisuke. We had been together for over a year, and now I felt like I didn't even know who he was. And now I had to go downstairs to work and pretend like my world wasn’t turning over on its head. 

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My shift was as busy as I figured it would be, but it did little to distract me from what had happened between Eisuke and I this morning. He hadn’t paged me all day, but I didn’t really expect him to. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time he’d paged me up to the penthouse. I guess the shitty coffee he makes for himself is better than being in the same room as me, I thought bitterly. Ugh, I had to stop fixating on this. It was taking me twice as long as usual to finish cleaning these rooms than usual, and just because I was feeling awful didn’t mean that my co-workers deserved to have to pick up my slack. I pushed all thoughts of Eisuke to the back of my mind and tried to power through the remainder of my shift.

I completed the last of the guests rooms on the floor I was assigned and realized with dread that the penthouse lounge was next. I just have to get it over with, rip it off like a bandaid.

The lounge was empty when I arrived, thankfully. I didn’t want to have to explain to Baba and Ota why I was feeling so upset. I know they both mean well, but sometimes I swear those two are too nosy for their own good. I tried to take my time as much as I could because I really didn’t want to have to go upstairs, but I dragged myself up there anyways.

I slowly opened the door to our room but Eisuke wasn’t there. That was probably for the best but I couldn’t help the fact that I was disappointed about it. I still love that asshole. I sighed and began cleaning, trying to hold myself together the best I could.

I saved his office for last, just because it was the one room that reminded me of him the most. I dusted his bookshelves and vacuumed the carpet, and then went to straighten up his desk. It wasn’t unorganized by any means, but honestly I just liked looking at his documents. It was amazing how much work Eisuke had to do, and I admired his ability to multi-task. If only my feelings were mergers or acquisitions, maybe he’d pay more attention to them. 

I sighed as I opened his desk drawer and saw a picture of the two of us laying on top of some paperwork. It was taken about six months ago, on a spontaneous trip to Hawaii. I had never been and couldn’t stop talking about it, so Eisuke arranged for us to spend a weekend there. It was the happiest I’d ever felt and I knew Eisuke felt the same way because this was the first photo, probably the only photo in existence, where Eisuke had a genuine smile on his face. Not his fake business smile or his cold vindictive smile, his special smile that only I got to see. My hand trembled slightly as I picked up the photo and felt the tears I had been denying all day slowly start to fall down my cheeks. Where the hell had this Eisuke gone?

I didn’t want to linger on it any longer, so I placed the photo back where I found it, but a crumpled letter towards the back of the drawer caught my attention. I straightened it out and couldn’t help read a few lines of it, and that’s when my heart dropped straight through the floor and landed in the lobby 52 floors down.

Not all of it made sense to me, but I did recognize the name of a business owner that Eisuke had been trying to make a deal with. Whoever wrote this apparently didn’t want him to go through with it and wanted to make the deal themselves instead. The end of the letter, I unfortunately understood completely. 

“I’d think about this carefully, Mr. Ichinomiya. You have 72 hours to call off the deal or it will be the last thing you do. Choose wisely. I wouldn’t want to leave your pretty little girlfriend without a body to hold her at night.”

Oh, God. Is this why he pushed me away, to keep me safe? The last few days flashed through my mind with a new clarity, and suddenly I felt terrible about storming out on him this morning. 

72 hours...when had he received this? Ugh, why did he do this every time a new threat popped up? Why am I always left out of the loop to try to figure out everything on my own? Why did he have to constantly shut me out? Did he not trust me enough?

I don't have time to be thinking about this! I needed to find Eisuke. I needed to make sure he was okay. He had to be. I couldn't bear to think about the alternative. 

I ran out of the penthouse and immediately called Eisuke. I tried my best to calm my nerves but with every ring I heard, the knot in my stomach got bigger. I said a silent prayer as the penthouse elevator slowly but surely brought me back down to the lobby. 

“What is it?”, Eisuke’s sounded annoyed on the other end, and I had honestly never been happier to hear his grumpy voice in my life.

“Eisuke, where are you?”, I asked frantically. The elevator had finally reached the first floor and my eyes quickly scanned everywhere for a sign of him. 

“I’m leaving”, he said and I finally spotted him outside the hotel. I ran out of the glass doors at the entrance and right up to where Eisuke was standing in front of his limo, placing his suitcase in the backseat.

“What are you doing?”, he scolded me as I wrapped my arms around him but I didn’t care. He can be an ass to me all he wants, he’s not shutting me out this time.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the letter, Eisuke?”, I asked breathlessly, pulling away from him to look into his eyes. He sighed heavily and was about to speak, but then I noticed a red dot appear on his forehead. 

Oh God, no. Please, no. 

It all happened in such a blur. I ran forward, pushing Eisuke out of the way but then I felt a sharp pain hit my back. I stumbled a bit and braced for the inevitable crash of my body on the concrete but instead I was quickly wrapped up in a tight embrace. I guess Eisuke caught me, was my last thought but before my vision blurred. 

“________! Look at me, ________! Please!”, Eisuke’s panicked voice became farther and farther and no matter how hard I desperately I tried to hold onto my consciousness, the pain was way too intense and I faded into the darkness.

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I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar white ceiling. I was hoping that it was all a dream, more like a nightmare honestly, but as I took in the sight of the IV stuck in my arm and the hospital bed I was lying in, I knew the horrible truth. 

Eisuke was sitting next to me in armchair, his head in his hands. I could see the stubble growing on his cheeks and his clothes looked disheveled. His suit jacket was flung unceremoniously over the back of the chair and he had his lavender button-up rolled up at his sleeves. I could practically feel the tension emanating from his body and he took a deep breath in through his nose, but it caught in his throat. 

Oh my God, is he crying?

As if he felt my eyes on him, Eisuke slowly looked up and the state of him shocked me. His hair was unruly and sticking up every which way and the dark circles around his eyes were prominent, but the tears pooling from them was the most striking thing about his appearance.

“______”, he breathed and his body visibly relaxed. Eisuke quickly closed the distance between us as he took my face in both his hands and crushed his lips against mine. He kissed me over and over and all of his emotions were spilling out with each one. I felt his fear, his guilt, his regret...his love. 

I tried to lean further into his kiss, but a sharp pain in my back caused me to cry out. Eisuke’s expression turned to panic as he put a hand on my shoulder to press my body back onto the bed.

“Don’t make sudden movements. The doctors said you need to rest. After the surgery, they said any farther to the right and the bullet would have hit your spine and paralyzed you.” Eisuke’s voice wavered towards the end of his sentence and I reached up to caress his cheek. The rough stubble on his face was a foreign feeling. I definitely preferred him clean-shaved, I thought as he leaned into my touch.

“I’m sorry about our fight”, I murmured to him. He sighed, rolling his eyes and I smiled. I didn’t think I’d miss that expression as much as I had.

“You have nothing to apologize for, silly girl”, he said softly and kissed the back of my hand. “I’m the one who needs to.” My eyebrows raised and he shot me a glare, and I giggled even though it hurt a little.

“You keep those snarky thoughts to yourself,” he muttered as his lips pressed against my hand again. 

“I’m sorry”, he continued. “I was trying to figure out a way to seal the deal, outsmart my blackmailer and keep you safe at the same time. But I did a pretty shitty job on that last part, didn’t I?” Eisuke’s voice cracked and saw the tears re-forming in his eyes. I reached out and tilted his head up to look at me, meeting his entrancing hazel eyes head on. We stared at each other for a while, trying to gauge what the other was feeling, and then Eisuke broke the silence with a small sigh.

“I thought keeping you away from me was the best thing to do to keep you safe. I had bodyguards tailing you and Soryu’s men keeping an eye out the entire time. I didn’t care what happened to me, honestly. I just didn’t that son of a bitch coming anywhere near you. But if you stayed with me, you'd be even more of a target. So I tried to be as distant as I could to get you to leave. I knew once you stormed out of the penthouse, you wouldn’t come back. That’s when I packed my things. I couldn't do it while you were still there. I wouldn’t have ever left. I’d have made some excuse in my head just to stay with you, but I couldn’t let you get hurt because of me. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“But then you come running out of the hotel at me, like a bat out of hell, openly putting yourself in danger just to check on me, and I realized that I should have just taken you with me while I figured this shit out. I should have told you what was going on. I shouldn't have shut you out like that. I could have lost you and you’d have died thinking that I didn’t care about you, that I didn’t love you...” Eisuke’s resolve crumbled at those words and hung his head in his hands again, quiet sobs wracking his entire body. 

I had never seen him break down like that and I sat there stunned, gently placing a hand on his back to console him. I knew how awful it had been for me, but I never considered how hard it must have been for Eisuke to have to make decisions like this every time there’s a new threat to our safety. He’s always so confident and self-assured, as if he always knows what to do. But then there’s times like these where I see straight to his heart and see exactly how much pushing me away had hurt him too. 

Eisuke’s tears finally ceased and he lifted his head to look at me. I brushed his bangs back off his forehead and smiled at him gently.

“I know that you love me, Eisuke. I’m sorry I ever doubted that.” Eisuke leaned forward and kissed me, much less forceful than usual but with the same intense passion as he always does.

“I’ll never let you doubt that again”, he whispered as his lips returned to mine.

The first time I met her, I thought she was an intriguing one, and I wasn’t wrong, she was full of surprises 

The first surprise was obviously having her appear in the auction out of nowhere, after all, what kind of woman can be so problematic and have so bad luck as to stumble across a black market and end up being sold?

The second surprise was her ridiculously fast-changing moods, she was first scared, then she was in a defensive mood, and before we even knew it, she was back to a good and nice attitude, I never grew tired of looking her expressions, it was so interesting that it gave an amusing change of pace to my usually busy and boring days

The third surprise was her amazing coffee. At some point I couldn’t start my day without it, the nice flavor and caffeine was the perfect motivation for me to do a good work, maybe even then the fact of knowing that she was the one doing it made it even better 

The fourth surprise was her selfless and kindness, she would tolerate our quarrels and childish parties and just clean them up always with a nice and kind smile on her face. When I was alone with her in the lounge and I frown, she would always ask me if I was okay and if there was anything she could do to help me, those little thoughts made my day more bearable and made me feel good inside. She never once complained about us bringing her to parties, telling her until the last minute and knowing that she had work the next day, and I never thought bad about it since she looks gorgeous in the dresses we, I, got her.   

The fifth surprise was to know about her having feelings for one of us, at first I got excited by this, but after I learned about who that person was, I also learned that not every surprise was a good one. Soryu, she had chosen Soryu, and another surprise was knowing that he also loved her, but even now, while I’m standing next to him at their private little wedding, I’m certain that he doesn’t love her that much, not as I do anyway.

She did manage to surprise me one last time though, I never really thought I could feel such a strong love for someone and yet let that person go away, and, a bigger surprise was to know that for the first time I agree with Baba, if she is happy, I can be happy too, even if it’s a fake happiness, I can live with that.    

Me as OC Hana hobo4lyfe11 as Eisuke

Eisuke’s POV 

Where in the world did that woman run off to? I swear to God she always knows how to push my buttons and test my patience. I checked her dorm room, the other bidder’s places, her favourite places to go, I even asked her little brother to see whether or not she might have gone home. Nowhere. I called her for what seemed to be the hundredth time in 10 minutes. That girl has got some nerve ignoring my calls and making me look for her.

*ring~ring* “…” *ring~ring* “…” *ring~ring* “…” *ring~ri–click* “…?!”

“Hana, where the hell a-” “The number you have called is unavailable. Please dial the number and try ag-” “DAMMIT!!”

I’m trying to reconcile with her but how can I, when she won’t even give me a chance? It is, however, unusual for her to hold a grudge for this long. I was starting to get an unsettling feeling in my stomach when suddenly, an incoming call startles me out of my contemplative state.

“HANA!?!” “It would be difficult for me to lead the Ice Dragons, deaf, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t burst my eardrums.” “Look, Soryu, I’m a little busy so whatever problems you’re having right now, can wait.” “Come back to the penthouse. The others and I have something you need to see. It’s about Hana.”

With that, I hurriedly make my way back to the the hotel to meet with the other bidders, but I can’t seem to get this bad taste out of my mouth. Barging through the double-doors, leading to the penthouse lounge, I try to appear as composed and unfazed as possible, despite my slight breathlessness, racing heart and sweaty palms. The group greets me with strangely serious expressions and a heavy atmosphere looming around the room.

“Boss, you HAVE to see this. After you came to me earlier, questioning the whereabouts of the pretty lady, I went to check the security cameras and saw that she went back to her room after exiting your suite.” “And..? Her room was obviously the first place I checked.” “And then, this happened,” finished Mamoru while pointing to the television screen.

My eyes narrow as the camera in the employee dormitory hallway, with full view of Hana’s door, shows the scene of a suspicious man entering her room and exiting whilst carrying her drugged and unconscious body, draped over his brutish shoulders. I feel the sides of my mouth twitch, my eyebrows furrow and my fingernails digging into the palms of my hand, painfully, in rage. How dare they touch my woman with their filthy hands. If they have a problem with me, they should take me on directly instead of targeting her. Anything but her.

“Looks like they’re dying to swim with the fishes at the bottom of Tokyo Bay,” I spat through clenched teeth as I glance towards the others, to which they responded with meaningful smirks.

Their eagerness to find Hana is undoubtedly fuelled by their fondness and attachment towards her. I can’t say I blame them though, she was the first woman to ever diligently break down the brick walls guarding our emotions and accept us as we are. To her, our money, status and power meant nothing. Which, is probably why they feel comfortable enough to show their true selves around her. I do find it annoying, however, how she has them all wrapped around her little finger as she does, me. Not that I could ever tell her that. But, now’s not the time to be thinking of such trivial matters. I need to find her and return her to my side, where she belongs.

“She left her pager here and has her phone turned off so we can’t track those,” Soryu says which snaps my out of my thoughts before Ota recalls in excitement, “but she’s still wearing that platinum ring you bought her on your date with Carolina with that tracking device!”

“Perfect.”

Today was your year and a half anniversary with your beloved bidder. He had decided to take you out on a beautiful cruise to celebrate. It was past midnight by the time you had docked and you two were nearly the last ones to get off; it was dark. You had placed a quick kiss on your partner’s cheek and smirked at his surprised look, before pulling away from your his grip on your waist to race him to the car. Suddenly someone grabbed you from behind, pulling you into a dark alley. They covered your mouth and nose with a piece of cloth and soon your vision grew dark, only hearing your partners voice faintly calling for you in the distance.