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yandere!ocs x f!reader
yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai
Following your motherβs recent passing, you are visited by a group of men claiming that your father abandoned all his debt and obligations, leaving you to take his place.
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The office reeked of cigarettes, printer ink, and burnt coffee. It was your first time youβd come in over the past few days, and needless to say, the atmosphere hadΒ notΒ been missed.
With the exception of Yuki and Hikaru, the rest of the members still didnβt like you. Well, perhaps Masahi could be excluded from that group, but for the most part, your statement held true. It was already stifling enough being the only woman in a building full of criminal men, what with the way they eyed you down as if you were a fawn ready to be preyed on. Youβd been expecting that much. But the constant loathing in their expressions was easily a hundred times worse.Β
You were aware that the yakuza has some sort of code of honor that they adhered to, among many other strict traditions and customs, though they were also subject to modernization, like most things in society. So, you could only imagine how frustrated they must feel to have to share their space with some common civilian, not even part of the yakuza, who was aΒ womanΒ on top of everything else. It probably felt like a big slap to the face. Like you were making a mockery of their whole organization.
But it wasnβt your fuckingΒ choice. Surely they realized that? You didnβtΒ wantΒ to be here. You wanted to be as far away from here as humanly possible.
None of this was your fault. You really wished they would stop glaring at you in a way that suggested otherwise.
βNone of them can stand me,β you muttered out in a defeated tone. Yuki heard you and peered over from his desk, brows pulled together.
βWhat do you mean?β
βItβs pretty obvious. They arenβt exactly trying to hide how they feel about me. If Ryu hadnβt ordered them to keep their hands off me, Iβm sure they would have killed me by now.β
βTheyβre not as bad as you might think,β he said, offering a sympathetic smile. βMost of them work hard to provide for their families, or have stuck around out of respect for the previous boss, like I mentioned before. Itβs not as if all of them are here because they enjoy violence or crime in general. Itβs more of a learned lifestyle for them, if you can call it that.β
You chewed on your bottom lip. Even now, they kept stealing glances your way and occasionally muttering something under their breaths. If you had to take a guess, it probably wasnβt anything pleasant.
βCall it whatever you want,β you sighed. βStill doesnβt change what they think of me. Iβm sure they like you because youβre a proper member. Plus, youβre nice and friendly. As for meβ¦ it seems like Iβve got a bit of an unpopular streak.β
Yuki grinned, a bit too eagerly, in your opinion. βDo you really think that about me?β
βAbout you being nice? Yeah. Youβre pleasant to be around. If Iβd met you anywhere else, thereβs no way I wouldβve guessed that you were involved in something like this. No offense,β you quickly added.
βEveryone has their own circumstances. What one person chooses to do with their life might seem completely absurd to the next.β
βI guess so.β
You agreed with him, to some extent, but you personally didnβt think there was ever any excuse for committing crimes. Unless the person was being forced to do something under duress. Like you.
Would what Iβm doing technically count as a crime? Iβm basically a prisoner, but Iβm still running their books and helping their business along. Am Iβ¦ already a criminal?
You hung your head. Great. Yet another thing to feel endlessly shitty about.
βHey,β Yuki said, motioning towards the door. βDo you want to go outside to get some fresh air for a bit?β
βWonβt I get in trouble?β
βIt seems like Ryuβs in a meeting right now. He wonβt notice if we slip out for a few minutes. Besides, everyone else takes breaks from time to time.β
βWellβ¦ okay,β you nodded.
Funneling your energy into work was usually the best way to distract yourself from all the problems you had, but questioning your current involvement in society had left you feeling understandably drained. You knew that being here wasnβt your choice, but you didnβt want to ever be responsible for something that would end up ruining another personβs life. At the very least, you hoped a situation like that could be avoided.
It was starting to warm up outside. You were well through spring, but it felt like the temperatures were only just now lifting substantially. Seeing some sunlight every now and then was nice. Even just right now, even if you would only end up being out here for a few minutes, the sensation of the warm rays falling across your cheeks was a sweet, momentary bliss that wouldnβt be forgotten soon.Β
βItβs a nice day,β Yuki beamed. He reached into the inner pocket of his blazer, casting you an inquisitive look. βYou donβt mind if I smoke, do you?β
βGo ahead. Iβll be fine.β
βThanks,β he hummed, flicking his lighter on and positioning the flame at the end of his cigarette. He inhaled sharply, held it there for a moment, deep within his chest, then blew out a long plume of smoke that quickly dissolved in the air.
βI didnβt know you smoked,β you remarked.
βOnly sometimes. Itβs a bad habit I picked up recently,β he admitted with a chuckle. βYou know, from most of the guys in the group.β
βItβs dangerous. I donβt want to be that person that always nags, but just be careful. Youβre a good guy, you deserve to live a full life.β
His deep emerald eyes went completely still for a moment. After another drag of his cigarette, he exhaled softly.
βYou really think Iβm a good guy?β
βWell, relatively speaking,β you said, laughing a bit. βI mean, youΒ areΒ still part of the yakuza. So maybe your morals arenβt exactly perfect, but from what Iβve seen so far, I would say that you are a good guy, yes.β
The smile he gave you was kind, but somehow, different than before.
βI was just teasing,β he assured. βI know what you meant, and I appreciate you saying it. Considering everything youβve been through, it means a lot that youβd be willing to still think highly of me.β
βWell, itβs not likeΒ youβreΒ the one who brought me here.β
βYeah. Guess not.β
There was a bit of an awkward silence that followed. For a while, he just went on silently smoking, but you felt a reason to fill in the gap somehow. Or maybe you just enjoyed talking to Yuki more than you realized.
βUh, that friend of yours from high school,β you began.
Shit. I donβt know if I should even be bringing this up.
Thankfully, Yuki didnβt look offended. βYes? What about him?β
βWhat was his name? I was just thinking you hadnβt really mentioned all that much about him. I-I mean, as long as you feel comfortable talking about it, of course.β
Yuki angled his gaze away from you. Ah. There it was again. That same expression from before.
βSure, I can tell you more about him,β he mumbled. βHis name was Sora. He kind of gave off the impression of being really distant and aloof, but he was surprisingly emotional. I guess it kind of goes without saying, but he got in a lot of fights. He was good at beating people up, and thatβs why he helped me out when I was in a tough place.β
βHe saved you, right?β
βYeah. Those bullies never bothered me again after that whole incident. It was a really weird thing for him to do, considering we barely knew each other from class, butβ¦ heΒ wanted to help, I guess. Some people are just like that.β
It really was interesting. According to what Yuki had said, Sora had also been a part of the yakuza at the time, and even well into the future. He was already involved in crime, but he still looked out for others when he wouldn't benefit from doing so. Even people like that had their own brand of kindness. Perhaps they had always been good to begin with, but life simply led them there. Everyone had their own circumstances, just like Yuki had said.
You wished you could say the same for your father. That he was a kind, loving person deep down, corrupted by alcohol and promises of wealth. But heβd never been like that, not for as long as youβd known him. Perhaps he was aΒ better man when your mother had met him.
βIβm sure Sora is still watching over you, even now,β you said.
Youβd been hoping to comfort him, to maybe even bring a muted smile to his face, but neither of those things happened.
Yuki stared up at the sky with a vacant expression.
βIf he really isβ¦ I wonder what he would say to me.β
The office reeked of cigarettes, printer ink, and burnt coffee. It was your first time youβd come in over the past few days, and needless to say, the atmosphere hadΒ notΒ been missed.
With the exception of Yuki and Hikaru, the rest of the members still didnβt like you. Well, perhaps Masahi could be excluded from that group, but for the most part, your statement held true. It was already stifling enough being the only woman in a building full of criminal men, what with the way they eyed you down as if you were a fawn ready to be preyed on. Youβd been expecting that much. But the constant loathing in their expressions was easily a hundred times worse.Β
You were aware that the yakuza has some sort of code of honor that they adhered to, among many other strict traditions and customs, though they were also subject to modernization, like most things in society. So, you could only imagine how frustrated they must feel to have to share their space with some common civilian, not even part of the yakuza, who was aΒ womanΒ on top of everything else. It probably felt like a big slap to the face. Like you were making a mockery of their whole organization.
But it wasnβt your fuckingΒ choice. Surely they realized that? You didnβtΒ wantΒ to be here. You wanted to be as far away from here as humanly possible.
None of this was your fault. You really wished they would stop glaring at you in a way that suggested otherwise.
βNone of them can stand me,β you muttered out in a defeated tone. Yuki heard you and peered over from his desk, brows pulled together.
βWhat do you mean?β
βItβs pretty obvious. They arenβt exactly trying to hide how they feel about me. If Ryu hadnβt ordered them to keep their hands off me, Iβm sure they would have killed me by now.β
βTheyβre not as bad as you might think,β he said, offering a sympathetic smile. βMost of them work hard to provide for their families, or have stuck around out of respect for the previous boss, like I mentioned before. Itβs not as if all of them are here because they enjoy violence or crime in general. Itβs more of a learned lifestyle for them, if you can call it that.β
You chewed on your bottom lip. Even now, they kept stealing glances your way and occasionally muttering something under their breaths. If you had to take a guess, it probably wasnβt anything pleasant.
βCall it whatever you want,β you sighed. βStill doesnβt change what they think of me. Iβm sure they like you because youβre a proper member. Plus, youβre nice and friendly. As for meβ¦ it seems like Iβve got a bit of an unpopular streak.β
Yuki grinned, a bit too eagerly, in your opinion. βDo you really think that about me?β
βAbout you being nice? Yeah. Youβre pleasant to be around. If Iβd met you anywhere else, thereβs no way I wouldβve guessed that you were involved in something like this. No offense,β you quickly added.
βEveryone has their own circumstances. What one person chooses to do with their life might seem completely absurd to the next.β
βI guess so.β
You agreed with him, to some extent, but you personally didnβt think there was ever any excuse for committing crimes. Unless the person was being forced to do something under duress. Like you.
Would what Iβm doing technically count as a crime? Iβm basically a prisoner, but Iβm still running their books and helping their business along. Am Iβ¦ already a criminal?
You hung your head. Great. Yet another thing to feel endlessly shitty about.
βHey,β Yuki said, motioning towards the door. βDo you want to go outside to get some fresh air for a bit?β
βWonβt I get in trouble?β
βIt seems like Ryuβs in a meeting right now. He wonβt notice if we slip out for a few minutes. Besides, everyone else takes breaks from time to time.β
βWellβ¦ okay,β you nodded.
Funneling your energy into work was usually the best way to distract yourself from all the problems you had, but questioning your current involvement in society had left you feeling understandably drained. You knew that being here wasnβt your choice, but you didnβt want to ever be responsible for something that would end up ruining another personβs life. At the very least, you hoped a situation like that could be avoided.
It was starting to warm up outside. You were well through spring, but it felt like the temperatures were only just now lifting substantially. Seeing some sunlight every now and then was nice. Even just right now, even if you would only end up being out here for a few minutes, the sensation of the warm rays falling across your cheeks was a sweet, momentary bliss that wouldnβt be forgotten soon.Β
βItβs a nice day,β Yuki beamed. He reached into the inner pocket of his blazer, casting you an inquisitive look. βYou donβt mind if I smoke, do you?β
βGo ahead. Iβll be fine.β
βThanks,β he hummed, flicking his lighter on and positioning the flame at the end of his cigarette. He inhaled sharply, held it there for a moment, deep within his chest, then blew out a long plume of smoke that quickly dissolved in the air.
βI didnβt know you smoked,β you remarked.
βOnly sometimes. Itβs a bad habit I picked up recently,β he admitted with a chuckle. βYou know, from most of the guys in the group.β
βItβs dangerous. I donβt want to be that person that always nags, but just be careful. Youβre a good guy, you deserve to live a full life.β
His deep emerald eyes went completely still for a moment. After another drag of his cigarette, he exhaled softly.
βYou really think Iβm a good guy?β
βWell, relatively speaking,β you said, laughing a bit. βI mean, youΒ areΒ still part of the yakuza. So maybe your morals arenβt exactly perfect, but from what Iβve seen so far, I would say that you are a good guy, yes.β
The smile he gave you was kind, but somehow, different than before.
βI was just teasing,β he assured. βI know what you meant, and I appreciate you saying it. Considering everything youβve been through, it means a lot that youβd be willing to still think highly of me.β
βWell, itβs not likeΒ youβreΒ the one who brought me here.β
βYeah. Guess not.β
There was a bit of an awkward silence that followed. For a while, he just went on silently smoking, but you felt a reason to fill in the gap somehow. Or maybe you just enjoyed talking to Yuki more than you realized.
βUh, that friend of yours from high school,β you began.
Shit. I donβt know if I should even be bringing this up.
Thankfully, Yuki didnβt look offended. βYes? What about him?β
βWhat was his name? I was just thinking you hadnβt really mentioned all that much about him. I-I mean, as long as you feel comfortable talking about it, of course.β
Yuki angled his gaze away from you. Ah. There it was again. That same expression from before.
βSure, I can tell you more about him,β he mumbled. βHis name was Sora. He kind of gave off the impression of being really distant and aloof, but he was surprisingly emotional. I guess it kind of goes without saying, but he got in a lot of fights. He was good at beating people up, and thatβs why he helped me out when I was in a tough place.β
βHe saved you, right?β
βYeah. Those bullies never bothered me again after that whole incident. It was a really weird thing for him to do, considering we barely knew each other from class, butβ¦ heΒ wanted to help, I guess. Some people are just like that.β
It really was interesting. According to what Yuki had said, Sora had also been a part of the yakuza at the time, and even well into the future. He was already involved in crime, but he still looked out for others when he wouldn't benefit from doing so. Even people like that had their own brand of kindness. Perhaps they had always been good to begin with, but life simply led them there. Everyone had their own circumstances, just like Yuki had said.
You wished you could say the same for your father. That he was a kind, loving person deep down, corrupted by alcohol and promises of wealth. But heβd never been like that, not for as long as youβd known him. Perhaps he was aΒ better man when your mother had met him.
βIβm sure Sora is still watching over you, even now,β you said.
Youβd been hoping to comfort him, to maybe even bring a muted smile to his face, but neither of those things happened.
Yuki stared up at the sky with a vacant expression.
βIf he really isβ¦ I wonder what he would say to me.β
For the most part, you could say that the night had gone well.
Other than the offhand comment Ryu had made earlier, he was being much less degrading than usual. You still werenβt exactly sure what his angle was, but it was better than being yelled at or threatened, in any case. The food had been good, the atmosphere had gradually grown less stifling, and perhaps it was the alcohol in your system, but your mood was fairly high.
βOops,β you giggled, stumbling a bit in your heels. You wished you hadnβt worn them, but Ryu had been adamant that you dress your best tonight. Still. Considering how tipsy you were right now, it was making it a bit of a pain to walk straight.
Ryu chucked softly. βYou look like youβre struggling. Here,β he said, offering you his arm. βHold on to me so that you donβt trip.β
Normally you would have politely refused and insisted you were fine on your own, but the alcohol was impairing your judgment a bit. You carefully interlinked your arm with his, a bit taken aback by just how firm his muscles felt, then took a moment to steady yourself.
You looked up at him with dazed, glassy eyes. βThank you, Ryu. This is much better.β
βAh,β he breathed out. He pursed his lips, gently smoothing down your hair. βYou have a beautiful smile. Especially when you smile without holding anything back, like right now. I would like to see it more often.β
Were you smiling? If so, it was probably because of the alcohol. No,Β definitelyΒ because of the alcohol.
βOkay,β you nodded. βIβm glad you think Iβm beautiful.β
βPfft,β Ryu chortled. βI think you might be a bit drunk. Donβt worry, weβll be home soon and you can get some sleep.β
βOkay. Thank you, Ryu.β
βNo need to thank me for that.β
βOkay. Thank you.β
He outright laughed this time, and your head was feeling more fuzzy by the second. He was right, youβd had too much to drink. You couldnβt wait to get into bed.
Ryu made sure to help you along up until you got into the car. The second your head fell against the back of the seat, you closed your eyes and began slipping into a state of unconsciousness.
At the same time, several men parked close nearby in their own vehicle were, without your knowledge, spying in on the two of you. The man in the driverβs seat glanced over towards his side, fingers curled around the steering wheel.
βThatβs definitely him, boss. What do we do now?β
Tatsumi leaned forward and chuckled darkly. βNothing for now. Butβ¦ it looks as though Ryu is rather close to that young lady. I wonder how heβd react if she were to go missing.β
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