This is an oc fanfic that i made for @madamestrawberry
This is a story from my previous fic of 'The Pandora Box of my Butterfly'; except we're focused on my oc Rose and @madamestrawberry oc's because learning about their characters, plus the lore of Rose, makes sense. And what their connections and relationship is about.
Which focuses on @madamestrawberry oc, Carlos and what's the meaning of his mission and hints of lore from Rose, and her connections with him.
Unfortunely my spanish is shit, despite being a proud mexican myself. But to all the non-spanish readers. Both characters will be changing their languages to another. It's Headcanon that Rokuda is fully japanese. And Rose is bilingual to a certain language.
Warning: there will be slight slurs just by according to the characters' personalities.
(s) ---> (spanish)
(j) ---> (japanese)
I will also short it into 3 pages considering how long it is, plz note page 2 is probably the longest than the previous.
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The copper tang of blood fills Mitsuhiro's mouth as consciousness slowly returns. His head throbs violently, a dark red trail leaking from a gash on his forehead and dripping steadily onto the polished concrete floor.Β
He squints against the harsh fluorescent lights, trying to focus on the faces surrounding him. four figures stand in a semi-circle around his bound form-two men and two woman. Their expressions are unreadable, but their posture is threatening.
Three more figures in the distance and another three figures huddle in a small circle, as they seem to be discussing about something important that he can't make up, a low groan escapes his lips as the throbbing in his skull intensifies.Β
Last thing he remembered was getting jumped by a couple of figures and ended up getting knocked out, this is what he gets when he tries to take the alleyway as a short cut, especially at night-time, when it's too dangerous for him to roam around without his men.
The sting on his forehead makes him hiss between clenched teeth. He tries to flex his wrists, the ropes biting into his skin behind the chair, reinforced with zip ties that tighten the more he struggles. His jaw clenches, pride warring with the cold reality that he's completely vulnerable.Β
A low curse dies in his throat as reality sinks in.
The woman standing next to him who was currently smoking, notices he's awake, she speaks something to a mascular man in the distance "Oye, jefe, estΓ‘ despertando."
Mitsuhiro hears the foreign tongue, Spanish, drifting through the haze of his pounding headache. The smoke from her cigarette curls into his face, the scent pungent and cheap compared to his imported tobacco. He forces his eyes to focus on the woman. His expression twisting from confusion into a mask of arrogant fury despite his vulnerable position. He doesn't speak Spanish, but the tone is universal.
Mitsuhiro jerks his chin up, ignoring the fresh trickle of blood sliding down his temple and staining his pristine black t-shirt. He pulls violently against the restraints, the chair scraping loudly against the concrete floor a display off the toxic aggression that usually makes men cower. "Who the hell are all of y'all!?" he snarls, his voice rough but dripping with that familiar, dangerous entitlement.
The woman didn't hesitate to burn his cheek with the cigarette butt. A sharp hiss of pain tears from Mitsuhiro's lips as the smoldering cigarette butt presses viciously against his cheek, the acrid stench of burning flesh mixing with the coppery tang of blood. The wound sizzles, a perfect circle of agony blooming on his usually flawless skin. His head jerks back instinctively, but the restraints hold firm.
Mitsuhiro's breathing quickens, not fear but pure unbridled rage. The man in the distance doesn't even look over, as he continues with his own conversation, as if it were nothing more than a minor pest control. It offends him more than the burn. No one dismisses him. No one treats him like this.
Finally the muscular man turns around and walks towards him, Mitsuhiro doesn't know who he is but he can tell he's Mexican. The boss smirks down sadistically, (s)"so this is the one she's working for huh?" he turns his head towards one of his crew. (s)"Oye, c'mere, need you to translate him for me" he said in Spanish to a Japanese gang member.
The Japanese gang member steps forward immediately, a sharp faced man who's fluent in both languages, clearly working for the muscular man here. He looks down at Mitsuhiro with zero respect, recognizing exactly who this spoiled billionaire is.
The heir of the Rokuda corps, or at least he once was. Now known to authorities as the wanted man of Akatsuka city instead. And the leader of a loanshark agency.
The muscular man taps his cheek, obviously enjoying the humiliation of japan's most dangerous spoiled man.
The muscular man said to the translator (s)βAsk him where's Rose at?β
The translator nodded before he leans down to Mitsuhiro level, switching to Japanese effortlessly. βHe's asking where's Rose?β
Mitsuhiro's blood runs cold. Rose, the one he hired to find Ayano and his daughter. The realization hits him like a freight train. These people...they know about her. They know about him too. His mind races through possibilities, trying to piece together how his operation was compromised.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mitsuhiro responded back to the translator.
The translator turns to the muscular man, reporting back in Spanish. The muscular man pulls out his gun, casually spinning it around his finger as he waits for Mitsuhiro's next response. (s)"Tell him that i asked where she is. Try again." The translator repeats the question back to Mitsuhiro in Japanese.
"Tell him i don't fucking know! The fuck y'all motherfuckers want me to say!?" Mitsuhiro snaps, his toxic masculinity instantly flaring up despite being tied to a chair. Being interrogated like a common thug is absolutely insulting. "Look, I hired her for a job. She does her work alone. I don't track her fucking location."
The translator repeats his response in Spanish immediately to the muscular man. The muscular man bobbed his head at the woman. The woman moves swiftly, surprisingly efficient. Mitsuhiro flinches as her rough hands pat down his body area, ignoring his protests. "OI DON'T TOUCH MY DICK!" He yells back, as he feels her fingers slip into his inner pockets, pulling out his encrypted phone, ignoring his protests.
He feels her fingers slip into his inner pocket, pulling out his encryted phone. The one containing sensitive information, contacts, and crucially, his communication with Rose. His heart hammers against his ribs as she holds it up.
She casually gives it to the muscular man, both him and the translator starts deciphering the secret codes on his phone and begin searching for contacts of Rose while Mitsuhiro screams at them from behind.
The translator finds a contact labeled "R" with a string of characters he can't decipher βan encrypted alias.
"Give me that! That's confidential property!" He screams comes out strangled, his voice echoing off the concrete walls but going completely ignored.
The translator's nimble fingers scroll through contacts, his expression flat. (s) "He has a contact labeled 'Rose' with a single number."
The mascular man eyebrows arch, interest piqued(s) "Interesting." The translator scrolls further, finding message history. Encrypted. Burner messages. (s) "it's says that he's been sending her instructions. 'Eliminate', 'Extract', 'Terminate'. Regular hit-man shit."
The muscular man responded with a shrug (s) "Hm. Not surprised." his gaze turns hard "Keep searching." The translator and the other figures continue to decipher the encrypted messages.Β
Mitsuhiro on the other hand continues to yell from behind, his voice rises higher, underlying his rage as he realizes exactly what they're trying to do. (j) "I'm not giving you any goddamn information, you bastards!"
"Ugh for fucks sake, is he still screaming?" (s) The muscular man groans in annoyance as rubs his gun against his temple, irritation begins to crossing across his face, he turns his head over the woman. "Oye, shut him the hell up! i can't focus shit without him screamin'! "(s)
The Mexican woman doesn't hesitate, she steps forward and slams her palm across his mouth, shoving his head back against the chair, cutting off his screams mid-throat.Β
His eyes buldge, fury and humiliation burning through him as she holds him at the back of his skull, her other hand already forming a fist as she prepares to land a punch him across his face with one swing. Making him spit out blood, and does it the second time on the opposite direction.
"Much better" (s) the boss sighs with relief, turning back to the translator with renewed focus. "Keep searching. Everything."Β
The woman moves silently behind Mitsuhiro. In one smooth motion, she presses a thick strip of duct tape hard across his mouth, his furious screams muffled into nothing more than angry, impotent noises. The adhesive tugs at his skin, the burn on his cheek throbbing as the tape seals over it.
The muscular man relieved by the sudden quiet "fucking finally" (s)
Mitsuhiro groans, with duct tape in his face he couldn't be able to mutter a word. As he tilt his head up to see the muscular man clearly, he notices the man ethnicity. That was when it clicked together.
The realization hits Mitsuhiro like a bullet to the chest. Rose. The Mexican man standing there before him. The demand to know the whereabouts of Rose. The dots connect violently in his brain. He hadn't just hired a simple freelancer; he's hired someone with deep, and dangerous ties to these kinds of people.
The Mexican Cartels...
"Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! SHIIT, SHIT, SHIT! calm down, calm down, shit, i can't concentrate! fuck! what the hell did she got me into!?" He thought violently as he progress his thoughts.
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"Xayel"
In the thickness of the fight, a fierce-looking a Vastaya emerges. His skin is woven with scars that tell of countless battles. His eyes, the color of a burning flame of revenge against the humans who took their ancestral land. He is a relentless warrior, with his sharp claws and dangerous feather daggers ready to defend the freedom of his people. Every blow he deals carries with it years of pain and desire for justice. In his heart, he is willing to sacrifice everything, even his own life, to recover what was taken from them and secure a future for the Vastaya. His name is Xayel, and he hopes that every human remembers it, along with the consequences of not having respected his race.
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Xayah genderbend/male version
Here the male version is Xayah: Xayel.
For its design I adapted some things and changed others, even adding others. The thing is that I wanted her to not be just "Xayah with masculine features", so that's why I chose to give her that outfit, add a feather tail (in my mind only males have tails), even spikes like claws haha, plus some scars. This will not be Xayel's only drawing, as more will come in the future
Meanwhile, enjoy the complete design of the handsome man :3
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