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Izana was good at reading people, after being betrayed by those who claimed to be family. Or so he thought. He was obsessed with Mikey. He wanted to bring him down and break him, then putting the pieces together, creating his perfect Mikey, a copy of the one he wanted more than anything to be alive.
When Mucho came with a pink girl in his back he was surprised. Girls weren’t common in this world of delinquents. She had a mask covering her face, the only thing he could see was her emerald eyes, uncommon and strange. Izana saw her more like an unruly child, in love with a much older teen, mature and involved in messy business. That type of girl, in love with the bad guy.
But she had nothing going on with Mucho, they were friends actually, more like a brother and sister relationship. But Mucho didn’t let her just be, he introduced her to drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. She often looked around with empty eyes, just like a dead fish, and smiled just as fake as a doll.
Red looked good on her but she loathed it. Izana often stared at her, while in meetings, studying her reactions. She was a good actor, unbothered and cold, ice expression, she never broke character.
And Izana loved it, he wanted to see the real her. Who is she?
They all went to a club, in Roppongi, of course, the heart of distraction. She had her usual mask on but dressed in a dress, dark purple, revealing her lovely figure. He wanted to take that thing off.
They all were scattered around the club. Mochi and Shion at the bar, trying to make Kakuchou drunk, unsuccessfully. Ran and Rin in a corner, doing unholy things with each other, but they never cared enough to hide. He stayed with Mucho and Sanzu, who’s name was Haruchiyo, on a couch, in a secluded area, lights dancing around and music blasting. Izana had a wine, Mucho liked stronger drinks. And Sanzu had a cocktail, with exotic fruits.
And the moment came. Mucho left to hook up with some girls at the bar. He would take a key from the barman and fuck them good in a skimpy room of the club.
They were left all alone.
She didn’t touch her drink yet.
“Why don’t you drink?” he asked.
“I don’t feel like it yet.”
“I can’t enjoy a drink alone.” He reached to her face and took her mask off.
Scars, was the first word to cross his mind. Two, like diamonds, in each corner of her mouth. Such an artwork.
She let him do it and Izana took her mask off completely.
“Mucho gave it to me. Said those scars do me no good.” Sanzu said.
“Mucho is wrong, I love them.”
Sanzu smiled, just as fake as ever. Then she sipped from her drink. And one hour later after drinks and even more pills, she was dancing seductively on the table in front of him. Good thing no one interrupted.
She looked sinful and angelic, lighted by rainbow colors.
And that was the last straw. He took her by her waist. Sanzu was tiny and short, and weighted soo little. He took her to another room. He always had the key to that room.
Izana throwed her on the bed and went all over with hand and kisses. And she had no experience whatsoever, and he was not surprised given her tomboy nature.
Mikey will be his perfect Shinichiro and this lovely creature will be molded into his perfect slut and if all will go good, wife.
They kissed and touched, and then Izana removed their clothes. Both naked in cold air despite her protests. He fucked her into the mattress while she screamed to stop, but she felt good too, why to lie?
It took time to built a relationship between them after that, it took a battle, which he won. But after Mikey joined, she be mostly by his side and talk with him while Mikey will ignore her.
And then he saw, her real face, the real Sanzu. More crazy and more obsessed with Mikey than him, more crazy and psychotic. So he took her away. They never met alone again. Sanzu would now stay at Izana’s side, pleasing him and killing those betrayers.
And one night he asked about those scars decorating her face. And the truth was devastating. Sanzu was Mikey’s artwork. She was already molded by him. But what Izana can’t do? She was never his to begin with.
But Mikey died suddenly, taking his life with a loaded gun left unattended in the living room. It was unexpected and sad. His Shinichiro died again. At least he had his living artwork at his side.
But after the incident she refused to eat or drink by herself, being fed by Izana mostly. She refused to leave the room or bathe resulting in Izana dragging her to the bathroom. She refused to speak. And that hurt him even more.
The only living thing connecting him to Mikey despised him.
But after a while she started to get better, going out, eat and drink, all and still ignoring Izana. Till he had enough and forced her on their bed, fucking her into oblivion the whole night, punishing her. Sanzu cried and screamed, kicking him unsuccessfully. He came into her, painting her insides for the first time since they began their relationship.
And a month later the news he expected came. Haruchiyo was pregnant with his child. His lovely Haruchiyo.
Izana made her quit drinking and swallowing pills and even smoking. He made her go on a healthy diet. Haruchiyo hated it and always started useless arguments over the dinner. But seeing it has no results, she stopped.
Every month her belly grew and in the last month it was hard to move and do basic things like going to toilet or climbing the stairs.
Finally she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She hated it, it had the looks of Izana, with white hair but emerald eyes and tanned skin. She hated keeping the boy in her arms, feeding him and caring for him. His screams made her want to strangle the little creature and soon she will do it. Haruchiyo would neglect him on a daily basis, forgetting to change diapers and bathe him.
She liked to stay on the couch in pajamas with hair locked in a messy bun, looking at the TV blasting in the room, while drinking wine and smoking. Izana always scolded her and ultimately hired a nurse to care for their baby.
It was a good thing he never touched her after she gave birth. Izana would be often away with business with the old Tenjiku.
The time passed rather slowly and painful. Their son, now four years old, was a little menace and Izana was proud of it. She would always laugh when the little brat tripped and fell resulting in ugly cries of help from him mother. Izana would come to his aide if he was home and if not him, the nurse.
But the nurse was not here today. She had to go to the hospital to get some type of qualification. It was only her and the little human who’s name was forgotten on purpose and that couldn’t speak properly yet.
She fed him cold milk from the fridge and biscuits for breakfast. And the little boy didn’t quite understand why the woman that gave birth to him was soo cold. And nervous all the time. She would only touch him when he did a bad things, slapping him or pulling his hair.
The kid was very annoying today, playing messily with the toys scattered around her space. But Izana would come home in two hours or so. She wanted to forget. Haruchiyo hadn’t had anyone anymore. She was completely alone and even Koko would bullshit her way out when they had to meet.
Sanzu took a rum bottle given by Mucho on Izana’s birthday and drunk till she forget about herself. What was the point in living anymore? She locked the windows and the door, she put water and biscuits down so the brat would reach them.
Then she went and took a rope from the garage. She looked around to see a good place to hang. And she found it in the middle of the living room, tying the rope to the fancy candelabra while she was climbed on the highest chair in the house. It was a challenge after she drink this much. But it was perfect now.
Sanzu hoped it to pay off and see Mikey again on the other side. She imagined him while the rope bit her delicate neck. She ultimately pushed the chair, leaving her suspended in the air. It took two agonizing minutes for her to die, wriggling in the air while her hand desperately reached at the rope as an instict, and finally her neck snapped. But it was dark afterwards. And she saw nothing nor anyone. At least she was relieved she escaped that hell only to enter another.
Izana came earlier home than expected and he entered the home exited to see Haru and Mikey after a long week.
“Mikey, Haru! Daddy’s home!” he screamed with enjoyment in the hall.
He entered the living room only to see his child wrapped around his mother’s left leg swinging weakly in the air.
“Daddy, why is mommy in the air?” He asked innocently.