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BAD ATTITUDE | Chapter 2: Yakuza Princess Treatment

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chapter word count: 9k warnings: mature (18+), violence, drinking, drug use, smut, fluff, angst, feels, rough s*x, emotional manipulation pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem OC, Geto Suguru x Fem OC, Nanami Kento x Fem OC, Fushiguro Toji x Fem OC series summary: Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU where Riku Ozaki (OC) is really good at getting herself into trouble. Though the Ozaki family is ranked #10 out of the 15 clans of the Tokyo Yakuza syndicate in terms of power & strength; and the Gojo, Geto, and Zenin families fall at #1, #2, and #3 respectively; that doesn't keep her from getting in the mix with these highly ranked, highly dangerous men. Her clan's bodyguard, Nanami, can hardly keep up with all the compromising positions she constantly finds herself in. Will she ever learn her lesson? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ba- fic playlist: Spotify YouTube

Riku sighs and locks her phone after sending her last message to Nanami. She peers out the window for a moment, the bright lights of the city outskirts finally coming into view. Riku wonders where they will have dinner.

“Everything alright?” Geto asks from the front passenger seat, turning to quirk a brow at Riku in the back seat.

“Yeah, fine. Just Nanami being annoying and overprotective.” Riku closes her eyes for a moment, resting her head back against the leather seat.

Gojo chuckles, “I guess I’d be stressed, too, if I had to look after you.” He pushes a hand through his white hair, moving it away from his eyes a bit before sliding on his small, black spectacles once more. Riku can’t imagine how he can even see through them at night, but the man seems to manage just fine.

“Hey…” Riku starts, pouting as Geto joins in on the laughter.

“Mhm, I bet you’re a handful, if tonight’s any sign.” Geto adds, removing the leather gloves from his hands and slipping them into his pocket. His fingers tug at his black tie to loosen it before removing it completely, and he then undoes the first two buttons of his collar, the tattoos on his skin peeking through the top of his dark red shirt.

“I’m not a handful…!” Riku defends, “I’m just not afraid to speak my mind.”

“Even if it gets you into trouble. You’re a wild card,” Gojo finishes for her, tone turning serious for a moment, “which is why you should keep your head low for a week, at least. Toji may not know your name, now, but it won’t be hard for him to find.” Gojo suddenly breathes out a single chuckle, glancing over at Geto, “You know this girl told me her name was Reina earlier tonight? When the name card in front of her clearly read Riku?”

Geto laughs with an open-mouthed grin, looking back at Riku once again, “What? Why would you do that?”

Riku crosses her arms over her chest, face bright red with embarrassment, “I don’t fucking know, so shut up.” She mutters, now looking out the window.

Geto returns his gaze to Gojo, “I think you may have scared her a little, Satoru, maybe that’s why.” Geto reaches his arm back, hand smoothing over the soft, taught skin of Riku’s café au lait thighs as he offered her a sultry look, “Were you scared, baby…?”

Riku twitches briefly when Geto rubs his hand up her legs, a warm heaviness pooling in her abdomen at the sensation of his fingers gently massaging between her knees and up her inner thighs. She realizes it’s the first time he’s touched her without gloves. The pleasure Geto’s light touch gives Riku startles her, and she’s surprised by how long it takes herself to muster up the strength to finally swat his hand away. She can practically hear her heartbeat in her head, “No, I wasn’t scared.” She replies, voice softer than intended.

“Sure, you weren’t.” Suguru faces forward again, grin still on his face.

Gojo glances between the two of them, then focuses on the road, “That’s not fair, Suguru,” he starts, voice deeper than usual and notably alluring, “I wanna tease her, too…”

The long-haired man snickers.

Riku clears her throat, feeling the need to change the conversation topic, “Where are we eating?”

“Chinatown.” The two men chorus together, and as they speak Riku sees the familiar street signs of the area begin to come into view. She’d visited Yokohama Chinatown a lot growing up, just not much in the last 15 years or so. Was this someplace mom and dad used to go to do business? She closes her eyes to think for a moment, trying to remember, but isn’t able to. It’s too painful. Her eyes blink open once more and all of a sudden the car is entering a parking garage.

Gojo pulls into a spot near the front of the garage that is surprisingly open, though the rest of the lot seems to be completely full. Did they have a deal with the owners? When he parks the car, he steps out of the driver’s seat, taking a moment to remove the royal blue jacket and vest of his 3-piece suit – revealing a white shirt underneath. It was obvious that both of the men were beginning to grow at least slightly annoyed by the restraining nature of their gala clothing.

Geto is the one to open Riku’s door for her, and she uses his steady hand for balance as she steps out of the car. She glances down at her naked feet, “You got any other shoes in here?”

“Uh…” Gojo trails off, hitting a button on his car keys until the trunk door pops and begins to rise open on its own. He moves around the SUV and digs through a duffle in the trunk for a moment, “These fit you?” Gojo passes a pair of luxury brand slides to Geto who pokes them in Riku’s direction. It’s more than evident that the shoes belong to someone much tinier than them from how small they are.

Riku drops them on the ground and slides her feet into them, moving around a bit, “A little big, but… They’ll do, thanks. These your girlfriend’s or something?”

Gojo looks over at Geto for a moment, and the two laugh to Riku’s question for some reason unbeknownst to her. He clicks the trunk button on his key again, the door beginning to close on its own.

Geto shuts the passenger doors of the car, and Riku raises her brows in confusion.

“What’s so funny?”

“We don’t really do the boyfriend-girlfriend thing, sweetheart.” Gojo smirks, offering Riku his blue suit jacket as the temperature had dropped significantly compared to earlier in the night.

Riku slides the big jacket sleeves onto her arms and Geto helps her into the coat, “Then what do you do?” She asks, genuinely curious.

“We have fun.” Geto coos just over a whisper, lips suddenly by Riku’s ear.

The man’s low voice and sudden proximity makes Riku flinch, and she looks back and forth between the two men before her eyes widen in realization. Do these guys just not get into relationships…? Or do they, like, share partners or something?? Or, do they fuck each other!? Is it all three of those things??! Riku feels her face heat up, deciding to instead shake the intrusive thoughts from her mind.

Gojo chuckles at Riku’s reaction, “C’mon, beautiful,” he locks the car, “you’re hungry, right?”

Riku takes in the busy nightlife of Chinatown, appreciating how lively this part Yokohama, just south of Tokyo, is even though it’s after midnight. Most restaurants in the city would be long closed by now, but Riku can’t seem to spot a restaurant, convenience store, or shop that wasn’t open in Chinatown right now.

They walk a few blocks through Chinatown’s bustling nightlife, music blasting from various bars and establishments until they turn a corner and stop in front of a restaurant Riku thinks is named ‘Han’s Mainland Cuisine,’ according to the characters on the neon sign. Her Mandarin is rusty, but she wonders if these guys are fluent – it definitely isn’t unusual for yakuza, especially for those who deal in the drug business.

Gojo holds the door for Riku to enter before him and she steps into the quaint, little restaurant – shocked by how beautiful and extravagant the Classical Chinese-style interior is compared to the beat up-looking exterior of the restaurant.

“Mr. Gojo! Mr. Geto!” A young boy in uniform, no older than 10 rushes toward them, beaming at the sight of the two men.

“Hey, Little Jun!” Gojo scoops the kid up into a massive hug. Geto leans towards them with a smile, reaching to mess up the boy’s neat bowl cut with a quick dusting of his fingers. Riku can’t help but wonder why the kid was up so late.

An older man in a chef’s coat and a woman around the same age in uniform then emerge from the back of the otherwise near-empty restaurant, eyes brightening at the sight of Gojo and Geto.

“Hi Mr. Gojo, Mr. Geto. Would you like your usual table in the back?” The woman asks, politely, wrinkles stretching at the corners of her mouth. With her wise eyes, short jet-black hair, and smile lines, Riku thinks the woman is aging beautifully and could tell she is much older than her appearance lets on.

Gojo puts the boy down, “No thanks, we can sit up front today since we have company.” He gestures to Riku.

“Who’s she?” Little Jun asks in Mandarin; Riku is able to make that out, at least. The smile leaves his face at the sight of her, and Riku almost feels like she’s intruding on a family moment.

“She’s our new friend.” Gojo replies with a grin, pressing his hand to the small of Riku’s back.

The older woman’s gaze narrows on Riku’s bruised, swelling cheek; her practiced, service industry smile now gone.

“And she got a little hurt tonight, so she needs some ice.” Geto leans over Little Jun, pressing a hand to the boy’s shoulder with a confident, reassuring smile, “Think you can help us with that, Junnie?”

The boy nods once, before retreating to the kitchen in the back of the restaurant.

“Let me get you all seated.” The woman says, clasping her hands together. She turns on her heels and leads them to a booth. Riku sits on one side while Gojo and Geto sit on the other.

“To eat?” The older man in the chef’s uniform finally speaks up, eyes darting over to Riku when he asks about what they’d like, “Does she need a menu?”

Gojo shakes his head and waves his hand once, “No need for that. We’ll have our usual, but for three.

The man nods, “Very well.” He begins to return to the kitchen with the woman.

Riku turns to Gojo, “What if I’m allergic to something? Or want something different than what you two eat?”

“You’ll like it. And if you’re allergic to something, don’t eat it. Not my problem.” He looks annoyed for a moment, but his expression turns into one of intrigue, a wild grin playing at the corners of his mouth, “Shit, you’re a brat, aren’t you?”

Riku’s lips fall agape in shock at Gojo’s response, but she then recalls and reminds herself of the type of men these two are. They deal in the business of violence and drugs… They are not the kind of sweet-mouthed men to give her the princess treatment while looking after her, especially as she’s from a lower clan. It pisses her off but she tries to hide it. Riku glances away from them, gazing off in the distance to admire the interior design of the restaurant instead.

Geto smirks, easily seeing through Riku’s cold expression, “Oh, this one? Big time.” Geto places one of his elbows on the table, resting his chin in his palm as he peered over at Riku, “I bet you’re used to men doing whatever you want them to do for you, huh?”

Riku is beginning to see how good Geto is at reading people. She decides to ignore his question, her agitated mood slowly becoming more visible.

“Well, that’s not how we roll, babe.” Gojo’s playful tone turns demanding, “While you’re with us, you do what we say, got it?”

Even though she’s not looking at him, Riku feels his cerulean eyes on her skin like daggers but continues to look off into the distance, ignoring him and his question. She instead plays with a curl at the back of her head that had fallen from her high bun.

And all of a sudden, Gojo stands and reaches over the table, grasping Riku’s chin between his fingers before physically turning her gaze to meet his, “That wasn’t an optional question.” He says darkly, tone still demanding. He waits for the answer he wants to hear.

Riku doesn’t make him wait long, “Yes, got it…” She immediately replies in a small voice.

Gojo releases her face and sits back down, satisfied, “Answer me the first time, then.”

“Would ya look at that, Satoru – she does know how to control her mouth.” Geto says in mock-surprise, adding in a fake gasp for good measure. The two men chuckle and Riku diverts her attention to the boy who’s returning with a pack of ice covered in a hand towel; he hands it to her.

“Thank you.” She offers the boy a smile who only glares at her in return before walking away. Riku sulks a bit. Did I do something wrong?

“Don’t mind it, beautiful. He didn’t like the last woman we brought in here.” Geto says, still laughing to himself.

Riku is about to ask, but doesn’t. She presses the ice pack to her face, wincing at the initial pain of the pressure on her swollen cheek before enjoying the coolness of it. She looks across the table at the two men – arguably two of the most dangerous men in Tokyo, shaking her head to herself as she thinks about how she’d ended up with them tonight.

The older waitress returns to them with jasmine green tea, pouring each of them a cup then resting the porcelain kettle on the table with its saucer and returning to the kitchen. Riku takes a long sip, eyes fluttering shut to the warmth and calming flavors of the delicious liquid, “Mm… this is good.” She appreciates, thinking it’s easily one of the best cups of tea she’s had in the last few months.

“Right?” Geto chimes in, taking a sip, himself, “You should try the fruit tea.”

“So, you going to tell us about yourself?” Gojo asks, gaze focused on Riku.

“What do you want to know?” She rests the ice pack on the edge of the table for a moment as her face starts to feel a bit colder than desired.

“How old are you?” Geto questions, eyes peering down at Riku from across the table in curiosity.

“Twenty-five.”

“What businesses do you run for the Ozaki family?” Gojo asks, flatly.

“I run internal affairs at our ballet, Latin, and pole dance companies, and sometimes teach at the studios; but I’ve also done some project management-related work for the exhibits at our art museums in the heart of the city.” Riku says, then takes another sip of tea.

“You do pole dancing?” Gojo looks intrigued.

Of course that’s all he heard. Riku sighs, gently placing the porcelain cup back down, “Yes.”

Gojo smirks to Riku’s response and she wonders if he’s messing with her, “Now that’s something I’d like to see.”

“Yeah, you and a lot of people.” Riku says matter-of-factly with a confidence that’s only born out of experience. She knows the power her looks and dancing has over men and is unashamed of it. Their world of Tokyo Yakuza is and has always been a tough, violence-ridden one, after all. Just like anyone else, Riku uses what she’s good at to get what she wants.

“You Jin’s daughter?” Geto asks.

Riku shakes her head, cupping her hands around the warm cup of tea before her, “No, his niece.”

“Who are your parents, then?” Geto twists his forearm to glance at his watch and checks the time before looking at Riku once more.

“Dead.” She says simply, and there’s a pregnant silence.

Gojo breaks it, completely straight-faced when he says his next words, “Is that why you act like that?” The corners of his mouth then hint at a sick grin.

Riku’s hands tighten into fists on the table as she gives the man a death stare, eyes communicating what she would say if not for the rage boiling inside of her. I’ll fucking kill you.

Geto clicks his tongue, cocking his head towards and glancing over at his friend, “Come on, Satoru, that’s fucked.”

Gojo suppresses a chuckle, holding the palms of his hands out in front of him, “Sorry. I’m sorry, Riku, alright?”

Though she can tell he wants to laugh at her angered expression, Riku can still sense the sincerity in his voice, but continues to glare at him, trying to calm herself down with a sip of jasmine tea.

“How’d they die?” Gojo asks.

“Same way everyone does in our line of work.” Riku replies, straightforwardly, and the men immediately understand. Brutally.

Gojo takes a long breath, not pushing the topic any further. His phone vibrates and he pulls it from his pocket before typing a message into it. He leans over to say something in Geto’s ear, low so that he only hears. Geto’s eyes widen slightly, but only for a moment. He nods.

Gojo turns back towards Riku, “Suguru and I gotta step out for a little in thirty-or-so minutes, but we’ll only be gone for five minutes or so. When we do, you don’t move from this table, alright? You just keep eating.”

Riku nods a few times.

“Say you understand.” Geto says lowly, but it’s clear his words are a demand.

The way he speaks makes Riku’s stomach flutter excitedly, and she kind of hates how much his serious voice has an effect on her, “I understand.”

Geto nods, shifting the conversation again, “You got a man, or a woman, or something?”

Riku shakes her head, smiling at the honesty of Geto’s question. If he has any ulterior motives when asking it, she can’t sense them.

“Not even Nanami?” Gojo follows, clearly interested in their connection.

“My bodyguard?? Ew, no…” A chill shivers through her body at the thought, “I mean, he’s my friend, but no.”

The waitress returns with a tray with three soups on it and places one in front of each of them. Riku doesn’t waste any time, already scooping then blowing on her spoon full of soup before taking a sip. The sweet and savory flavors of the broth are balanced perfectly and Riku closes her eyes briefly to savor it.

“So it’s one-sided, then?” Gojo both asks and concludes, now grasping the situation a little better. The way Nanami had spoken to him earlier on the phone about Riku already spoke volumes to their relationship dynamic.

Riku opens her eyes to look up at Gojo, her face giving her away as pushes her lips together in a tight line. She doesn’t confirm nor deny his words, and instead takes another sip of her soup.

Gojo nods with understanding, then grins, “You wanna know what he was like in high school?”

Riku’s eyes light up with interest and she perks up in her seat, putting her spoon down on the table, “Oh, please do. I wanna know everything so I can use this information against him at a later date.” She rubs her hands together in a villain-like way.

Geto hums to himself, looking up at the ceiling of the restaurant in thought, “Well, he was mostly boring, to be honest.”

“Surprisingly strong, even though he was so small.” Gojo smirks with the last of his words.

“He had emo kid bangs.” Geto chuckles.

Riku gasps excitedly, now extremely interested in this conversation, “No. Fucking. Way. I need to see that.” She grins.

“Hold on,” Geto pulls out his phone, “I think there’s an old pic on my Kaisensta account somewhere…” He begins to search, scrolling through various pages with his thumb.

Both the waitress and chef then return to their booth, each holding large trays with various assortments of dim sum, and a whole roasted duck that was neatly sliced. Riku thanks them, deciding to start with a few soup dumplings and a baked barbeque pork bun once they place the food down.

Riku smiles at the spread of food before her, picking up the pair of chopsticks neatly tucked in her white napkin before flattening it over her lap. She picks up, blows on, and takes a bite of one of the soup dumplings – quickly slurping up the bit of broth that flows out of the opening she’s created and humming a small noise of appreciation for the delicious flavors. It’s far better than the food was at the gala.

“It’s so good…!” She cups her hand over her mouth as she speaks with her mouth full.

“Told you.” Gojo says with an expression that says ‘you should’ve listened to me’, in the middle of grabbing a few slices of duck with his chopsticks.

Geto finally ceases in his scrolling, then breaks into an all-out guffaw. He turns his phone towards Gojo first – who nearly chokes on his duck from laughing so hard.

“Oh my god, let me see!” Riku says after swallowing her food, smiling brightly. When Geto turns his phone in her direction, she instantly joins in on the duo’s laughing with a cackle of her own, throwing her head back as she did so. In the picture, Nanami’s high school frame is much different – compared to his current, that is. In the picture he’s standing on a beach, shirtless with a coconut in hand. He’s much shorter and skinnier, and his hair is far longer as he has a long blond bang that covers most of his face.

“You have to send me that…!” Riku’s laugh fades into a giggle.

Geto screenshots the picture then navigates to his camera roll before looking to Riku and passing her his phone, “Here, send it to yourself. And put your contact in, too.”

Riku puts her chopsticks down and picks up Geto’s, looking down at his phone and beginning to do as he says.

“Oh,” Gojo speaks up, putting his chopsticks down on the table as well before retrieving his phone from his pocket. He unlocks and pokes it in Riku’s direction, “Put your number in mine, too. You know, for emergency purposes and shit.” He smirks, obviously joking.

Riku sits alone in the booth, as Gojo and Geto had gone to a room in the back for business-related reasons. She doesn’t know the reason why, as both men had ignored her when she asked what for. So they can ignore her questions about choosing her own food but she can’t ignore their questions about following their orders? Bullshit.

Riku wonders what is going to happen now that the Zenin clan, or Toji and a few of his men, at least, had started an uprising and fucked up Gojo’s estate. What happened definitely wasn’t a good look for the Zenin clan either, as the gala was for the whole Tokyo Yakuza syndicate. Toji had made a move against all clans in doing what he did… Did he really think he could win a fight against everyone?

Riku suddenly has the urge to use the bathroom and rises from her seat, stepping out of the booth and striding towards the designated signs that mark the restroom’s location near the back of the restaurant.

When she enters a stall in the bathroom, she faintly hears the voices of Gojo and Geto in another backroom nearby. She tries to make out what they’re saying, but their voices are too muffled.

After washing her hands and leaving the restroom, Riku spots a door just across the small hallway with no one in it; she wonders if she could hear them better from in there… She looks around, seeing if anyone is watching her before deciding to enter the dimly-lit room. Riku slowly twists the knob on the door, careful not to make any noise as she opens it and slips in. It isn’t until she’s inside that she realizes it’s a meeting room, her eyes looking over the dark wood and oval-shaped table as well as the accompanying office chairs. What’s a meeting room doing in the back of a Chinese restaurant? Is this where Gojo and Geto had brought that last woman they’d mentioned – the one Little Jun hated for some reason?

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

Riku jumps at the sound of Gojo’s angered voice, spinning around to face the man – his sunglass spectacles raised and resting just above his hairline. He tosses them off onto the table.

“I-I got lost on the way to the bathroom!” Riku stutters out. She realizes it’s a bad lie but tries it anyways.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Gojo squints down at Riku and grabs her wrist, moving closer and closer until her back collides with the wall behind her. He pins Riku’s hand beside her head and stares down at her, “You just can’t stay out of other people’s business, can you? Here I am trying to save Tokyo from a gang war, and you can’t even sit your pretty ass down for ten minutes.”

Riku presses Gojo’s abdomen with her free hand, trying to push him back but instead meeting the unmovable, rock-solid muscles that ripple beneath his white dress shirt.

Gojo quickly makes work of her wrists, gathering both of them with the fingers of his left hand while squeezing his right hand on the side of her ass, “You need to be taught a lesson.” He concludes, continuing to slide his hand up Riku’s body so his fingers brush over the smooth indent of her small waist. It’s a kind of touch that makes the muscles of her pelvic floor clench hard, and Riku both hates and loves how it immediately makes a sinful warmth and heaviness pool in her lower stomach. The fabric of her mini dress is thin, and she can feel each of Gojo’s fingers individually. Riku whimpers a moan so small, Gojo almost doesn’t catch it.

Gojo’s hand freezes, and he looks from Riku’s face, to his hand on her waist, and back to her face again as he repeats the motion once more. Riku somehow finds enough resolve to not moan, but bites her bottom lip instead.

Gojo smiles wickedly, understanding that he’s just found Riku’s erogenous zone, “Shit, babe, what are you, touch deprived or something…?” He says low, just loud enough so she can hear.

Riku doesn’t say anything, but the answer rings throughout her head. Yes. She can’t remember the last time she felt this excited. Riku shuts her eyes tightly, trying to think about anything else other than Gojo’s touch, but her body betrays her after about a minute of Gojo’s fingers sliding over and massaging her waist, hips jutting forward ever so slightly. A similarly light moan falls from Riku’s lips. She opens her eyes again to find Gojo still staring down at her, but now with a bit of desperation in his sharp, blue gaze.

“Fuck, Riku… Your voice is so sweet, wanna hear you say my name.” Breaths noticeably growing heavier, Gojo quickly closes the small gap between them, pressing his lips to Riku’s in a strong, hungry kiss. When Riku opens her mouth for a second, Gojo instantly takes advantage of the situation and slips his tongue in to deepen their kiss. Riku doesn’t fight Gojo’s pace, only feeling a hot pressure pleasurably fill her abdomen even further.

Suddenly, the hand on Riku’s waist departs and she senses the fabric of her dress being pushed up before feeling two long fingers press to her clothed pussy. The sensation makes Riku break their kiss with a gasp. Gojo moves his head back a bit, making sure to study Riku’s face as he starts to rub the pads of his fingers in a circular motion on her clit through the lace fabric of her panties.

“Ah—!” Riku half gasps, half moans out, voice a lot louder than before.

Gojo finally lets her wrists go and instead slips his hand around the soft skin of her neck, only applying a fair amount of pressure so she can still breathe, “You’re drenched,” he notes, “No way you just got this wet… You’ve been horny since the car ride, haven’t you? You slut.” He pauses, cocking his head to one side with a devious smile, “Liked the way Suguru touched you, too, huh?”

“Someone call me?”

Both Riku and Gojo’s heads turn in the direction of the door to find Geto inside the room, leaning back against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and smirking at the scene before him. How did they not hear him come in?!

Beyond embarrassed, Riku instinctively wriggles around in Gojo’s hold, trying to pull her dress back down and cover herself up. Gojo doesn’t move his hands on her neck nor panties, though, keeping Riku pinned against the wall.

Geto’s hand slips behind his back, distinctly turning the lock on the door before approaching the two others, a heated look in his eyes. The click of the lock makes Riku’s body quiver then still, a sick jolt of excitement pleasantly electrifying her stomach as the man walked towards them.

This is going to be fun. But Riku doesn’t want to give the two men the satisfaction of admitting it. She feels her heart pulse loud and heavily all over her body but especially in her neck, where Gojo is still holding her. She was sure that the white-haired man could feel how excited she was.

“Yeah, actually,” Gojo finally answers his friend, “Was just telling her how much of a depraved slut she is for liking our touch so much.”

“No, I’m no-”

Gojo cuts her off, “I mean she’s already this wet,” he explains, raising his fingers up to the dim light in the room, the shine of their dampness just barely visible.

“Let me see,” Geto grins.

Gojo uses his knee to gently nudge Riku’s legs further apart and Geto slides his hand between them, lips making a small ‘o’ shape as he instantly feels the wetness that soaks the thin fabric of her underwear, “Damn, Riku, if you wanted us this bad you should’ve said something... Your panties are fucking ruined.” He chuckles the last few words out, gently rubbing the flat of his fingers back and forth over her thinly covered clit.

Riku cries out a helpless, soft moan, trying to keep her voice down as they were still in a restaurant.

Geto leans in to press his lips to her ear, “The hell are you back here for, anyway?” He gives her clit a particularly meaningful stroke and her hips buck further into his palm, “Looking for trouble?” He chuckles, “You just can’t stay away from it, can you?”

Riku looks between Gojo and Geto, both men towering over her – their devilish eyes full of hunger.

“No…” Riku admits, beside herself as she’s turned on beyond belief. Right now, all she wants is for these men to ruin her.

“So now you admit it?” Gojo asks, his friend turning to face him.

Geto changes the subject, recalling something from earlier in the night, “Hm… You know, Satoru, she may be a smart-mouthed brat, but she is the reason we had a chance to escape earlier,” he notes, “maybe we should play nice and let her cum as a thank you.”

“A thank you?!” Gojo quirks a brow at his friend in opposition, “I wanted to teach her a lesson…” The white-haired man thinks for a minute, “But we don’t have enough time for that tonight. You’re right; let’s make her cum. Maybe then she’ll stay her ass out of trouble for longer than a minute.” He returns his eyes to Riku, squeezing his hand a bit tighter on her throat to really choke her for a moment, “That’s what you want, right?”

It takes a while, but Riku eventually finds a way to breathe with Gojo’s hand on her neck, thighs squeezing together as Geto continued to knead his fingers between her legs, “Yes…” she nods, already beginning to melt into a complete mess before the two men.

He loosens his grip at her reply, “Good girl.” Gojo turns to Geto once more, “You wanna do the honors, Suguru? Finish what you started?”

“I guess it’s only right…” Geto smirks, sinking to his knees before yanking at the band of Riku’s lace underwear. His fingers tug harsher than intended, easily snapping the drenched fabric in his hand, “Whoops.” He gazes up at Riku with a look that is anything but apologetic. The broken remains fall around her ankle.

Gojo stands to the side and Riku whimpers when Geto lifts her leg that is closest to the white-haired man; they exchange it, Gojo retrieving Riku’s leg from the other and in awe at how easy it is to prop up beside her head. She’s far more flexible than he’d expected. Gojo whistles once with raised brows.

“Dancer,” Geto reminds Gojo, appreciating this new view of Riku’s exposed pussy before his eyes, “gotta love ‘em.” He doesn’t waste any time, greeting the lips below her waist with a hot lick before lapping and sucking at her clit.

Even with Gojo’s hand at her neck, Riku thinks she’ll moan too loud, so she presses her hand to her mouth as a muffled, messy groan escapes it. She tries to regain some sort of composure, fingers moving from her lips to tangle in Geto’s long hair as he started to slurp and prod her clit with his tongue. There’s a wildly shocked and heated expression on Riku’s face as she then looks down at Geto, her brown eyes stretched wide in pleasure as she met his small black ones that peered up at her, “Ohmygodfuck—” Riku moans out, just above a whisper. She doesn’t think she’s ever had head as good as this, especially when the man begins to give small, controlled, and repetitive licks to the areas of her clit and lips that make her moan the loudest.

Gojo pushes his hand back towards the wall, forcing Riku’s neck back up so that she looks at him instead of down at Geto. He easily uses his other hand to rest her leg over his shoulder, “Suguru’s really good with his mouth, yeah?” He murmurs, “Tell me how much you like it, baby.”

“I-I like it…!” Riku whines softly, not breaking her eye contact with Gojo.

“Hm, that’s not specific enough.” He says, disappointed, before squeezing her neck a little more, “What do you like, again?”

“Hah, I… I l-like Suguru eating me out!” Riku stutters.

He offers her a loving smile at her answer, loosening his fist around her throat once more, “That’s right, you like him eating you out, don’t you? You’re such a greedy fucking brat. All that attitude and now you’re just a submissive little slut when you get what you want.” He snickers to himself, noticing the tears at the corners of her eyes, “I think you’re gonna make her cry, Suguru!”

Geto pauses for a second, parting with the folds of her pussy with a wet kiss, “You like it that much, Riku?” He places another kiss on her clit, which causes her hips to jut forward, “You gonna cry f’me?” He reunites his mouth with her drenched pussy lips, beginning to lick a bit faster.

“’M gonna cum…!” Riku moans out, feeling herself begin to approach her orgasm much quicker with Geto’s sudden change of pace. She smooths her hand over his straight black hair.

“Already? That’s pathetic.” He mocks, clearly humiliating Riku, but it only excites her further. Gojo breathes hotly in Riku’s ear, taking a moment to suck her earlobe before popping it from his lips, “Go ahead and cum, then.”

Riku’s voice heightens, her eyes rolling back for a fraction of a second and breathing temporarily stopping before Gojo slams his mouth onto hers with a deep kiss, absorbing the loud, guttural scream that follows with the deep intensity of her climax. Riku’s entire body shudders with the waves of her orgasm and Gojo pulls away with a final peck, watching with satisfaction as tears of pleasure roll down her reddened cheeks.

Geto continues to lick Riku’s clit through her high, her hips jerking forward into his mouth with each wave of it. He finally parts with her folds, placing a small peck on her inner thigh before retreating.

Riku feels tired when she comes down from her orgasm, breathing hard and eyelids heavy with exhaustion when Gojo places her leg back down and Geto rises to his feet – her wetness all over his chin.

Gojo rubs his thumb over his friend’s wet lips and chin, popping it into his mouth to taste Riku’s sexual flavor, “Hm,” he notes, “she is sweet.”

“Mhm,” Geto agrees, turning his heated gaze to Riku, “You should taste yourself, Riku.” He says, before softly cupping her cheeks, wiping her tears, and offering her a slow, passionate, open-mouthed kiss. There’s an unplaced, romantic feeling in the way Geto kisses – compared to Gojo’s more harsh style – and Riku’s face blushes a deeper red to that and the taste of her juices all over his tongue.

Gojo watches them go on for a moment, then suddenly grows impatient, “Alright, you two. Break it up.” He pushes Geto and Riku away from each other, and the two men then back up so she isn’t pinned against the wall anymore.

Riku giggles at Gojo’s mild jealousy and the way he’d broken her and Geto’s kiss, the black-haired man laughing along with her. She removes the broken lace fabric of her panties from her ankle and pushes her dress back down, smoothing it out a bit.

“Now, you think you can stay out of trouble for the rest of the night?” Geto asks Riku, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He suddenly slips his hand beneath his pants, adjusting his erection there so it’s not as obvious and uncomfortably pressing up against the material of it.

Riku shamelessly watches, biting her lip as she began to imagine the size of it from his large bulge, “Yes.” She answers with a nod, perfectly content and obedient in her response.

“Hey,” Gojo suddenly spanks Riku’s ass, offended for his friend, “say thank you to Suguru.”

Riku jumps at the smack to her rear, standing up straighter, “Sorry! Thank you, Suguru!”

Geto laughs, “You’re welcome, beautiful.”

Gojo slaps his friend’s crotch, then rubs his hand over Geto’s adjusted erection, “I mean look how hard he is…” Riku doesn’t miss this sinful interaction of theirs, really beginning to better understand Gojo and Geto’s sexual dynamic. Fuck, they’re so hot.

Geto sucks in a breath to the slight pain from Gojo’s slap, glaring over at him, “You’re hard, too,” he notes, then faces Riku while still talking to his friend, “I mean wouldn’t you like to fuck her right here over the meeting table?”

Gojo shifts to cup the substantial outline of his own erection with one hand, suddenly reaching down to fist Riku’s hair bun with his other, “Yeah, but she’d have to beg for us to do that…” He grins wickedly, “And we gotta get her home, don’t we?”

Riku’s blushes at the the fact that both men are aroused by her; the sole idea makes her feel powerful and a heated yet cocky expression takes over her face.

Geto laughs when he imagines how much of a mess Riku would be if they fucked her right now, “Probably would pass out from cumming so much, too, and I doubt this one knows how to stay quiet with a dick inside her…” He glides a finger under Riku’s chin and smirks.

The white-haired man lets go of her bun and gently swipes his thumb over Riku’s swollen cheek with a sigh, “So much to teach this slut, so little time.”

“Wake up, brat, you’re home.”

Riku feels a hand gently shake her and she stirs awake in the back of the SUV, rubbing her eyes and slowly rising from her side to sit up on the leather seat. She turns toward the open car door to find Gojo and Geto standing by the opening, the suit jacket that had been tucked around her body falling from her shoulders like a blanket.

Riku blinks sleepily at the two men in silence, and Gojo smirks down at her, brushing away loose curls from her face that had fallen from her bun then offering her his hand, “God, you’re fucking cute.”

Riku takes Gojo’s hand as she steps out of the car, using the support of his arm to ease down onto the ground, “Thank you.” Of course, now she has manners.

“Sure thing, babes.” He looks up at the Ozaki estate, “Nice spot you got. You should give us a tour sometime.”

“Anytime.” She muses, before turning to give Gojo a goodbye hug. Her nose presses to his chest and she inhales deeply, smelling a hint of citrus notes in his scent as he locks his arms around her in a tight embrace. Gojo could be mean, but Riku feels safe in his arms, like she could really relax in his presence.

They had been through a lot, today, so she was truly appreciative of the man’s strength.

When Gojo lets her go, Riku then turns to hug Geto, who holds her in a much more intimate way. His arms snake around her body, tenderly sliding his hands over the smooth curve of her arched lower back before rubbing it in circles with his long fingers. Riku buries her face in the crook of Geto’s neck, smelling the mahogany and amber in his cologne. His touch is so sweet. Riku appreciates the careful way he touches her and feels like Geto could take care of her every need and desire - no matter what. He lightly pecks her hair with a kiss.

Geto releases her, all three of them watching as Nanami emerges from the home and steps forward into the shine of the car’s headlights. He checks his watch, “It’s almost 4-fucking-A.M., you know.” He says shortly; it was obvious he hadn’t gotten any sleep while waiting for Riku to return, “Would’ve picked you up, myself, but had to watch the rest of the family, too.”

“Sorry we’re late, Ken,” Riku sings the words apologetically, “but I’m here. And I’m fine!” She says with outstretched arms, before goofily waving them around to prove all her limbs are present and functional.

Nanami wears a confused expression – half out of sleep deprivation, half out of curiosity to why Riku is suddenly in such a good mood. She’s usually far more irritable…

Geto chuckles, “You’ve really got your hands full with this one, Nanami.”

Nanami sighs heavily, and Riku begins to approach him, arms still outstretched and ready to embrace him in an ‘I’m home’ hug. He bypasses it, instead grabbing her chin to examine her swollen cheek in the headlights.

“Make sure she ices that, and that she stays out of trouble for a little while… We’ll call you and Jin, or stop by with any updates on the situation.” Geto confirms, and Riku yawns.

Nanami doesn’t like taking orders from people who aren’t paying him, but he nods, simply relieved that Riku is home safe for the time being. He continues to squint down at her, finally letting go of her chin and instead grabbing her forearm, “Oh, she’s not leaving my sight these next few days.” He directs his next words only to Riku, “Seriously, if you so much as use the bathroom, I’m standing outside the stall.”

“Ow,” Riku complains at Nanami’s grip on her arm, though it really doesn’t hurt much. She pouts up at her bodyguard with big eyes, batting her eyelashes and using her sweet voice as she knows how much it usually affects him, “I’m sorry, Ken. I promise I won’t kick anymore high rank yakuza in the balls. You don’t have to watch me so close.”

“Not working this time.” Nanami’s expression remains cold as he peers down at Riku. He then looks to Gojo and Geto, offering them a small wave and beginning to pull her along towards the house, “Thanks, Satoru. Suguru. I still have a job because of you two.”

Gojo waves back, moving around the SUV and back towards the driver’s side, “Sure, Nanamin.” He smiles, “Call us if anything happens, yeah? Bye, Riku!”

“See you, Nanami.” Geto pulls the passenger door open with one hand and waves with his other, “Be good, Riku.”

Riku frowns, pulling her arm out of Nanami’s grasp as they approached the front of the Ozaki estate, “Ugh, you’re such a drag.” Her face turns from pleading to annoyed in an instant.

Nanami pulls one of the huge wooden double-doors open for Riku to enter before him, “You could’ve died.” He emphasizes.

Riku rolls her eyes, “You don’t know that!” She whispers, aware of the time as her family is most likely fast asleep throughout their home. As large as it is, the interior of their property unfortunately had traditional, paper-thin walls.

Nanami sighs for what must have been the hundredth time tonight, “We’ll talk in the morning. Just go the fuck to sleep.”

“Was planning to, anyways.” She says, irritated as she makes a beeline for her room. Riku always has to have the last word.

“Oh, and by the way, I moved into the room connected to yours.”

“Ew, why?! Stalker!” She whisper-shouts, annoyed by the idea of having to share a closer space with the other – even if her room was huge.

“Call it what you want. I’m not letting you die because of your stupid decisions.” Nanami follows behind Riku but stops at the sliding door that’s just before hers. Before he enters the room, he pauses – then retrieves something square-shaped from his pocket before and tosses it to Riku, “Goodnight.”

Riku catches the freezing-cold block, realizing it’s an ice pack. Before she can thank or say anything else to the other, he’s already inside and closing the door to the room beside hers, “Night, Ken.”

In the morning, though still asleep, Riku vaguely feels a repetitive tapping on her thigh and groans tiredly, only resolving to turn on her other side beneath her blanket and hope the annoying tapping would stop.

It continues, “Riku.”

She groans louder at the sound of Nanami’s voice.

“Riku, wake up.”

She peeks a single eye open, feeling it burn at the bright sunlight that poured into her room through her floor length windows – which face their clan property’s Japanese style garden. She doesn’t expect Nanami to be as close as he is, hovering directly over her form with his inspecting gaze.

“Breakfast is ready. You should eat something.” Nanami reaches his hand towards Riku to cup her cheek, gently brushing his fingers over it, “Your cheek looks worse, but the swelling’s gone down a lot…”

Riku finally opens both eyes, stretching her limbs out like a cat beneath her covers and quickly remembering that she’d only put on a t-shirt to sleep in last night out of exhaustion and is completely bare underneath. She still needs to shower, too. Riku pushes Nanami’s hand away, closing her eyes again briefly, “Go away. I’m sleepy, and I’m naked.” She groans, clearly annoyed from Nanami waking her up. She doesn’t hear anything for a few seconds and opens her eyes once more out of curiosity.

Nanami gazes down at at her with look of surprise, cheeks reddened just slightly as he is clearly caught off guard by the thought of Riku’s naked body beneath the sheets. He then rises to his feet from the tatami mat floor, giving her some space, “You still have work today, don’t you?”

Riku rubs her fingers over her eyelids, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the light in the room, “shouldn’t this be enough to take a day off?” She then points to her bruised cheek, but quickly follows her own words with a sigh, “No, I need to do some hours. The Minami dance studio is being remodeled today. I’ll just wear makeup or something.” Riku sits up a little, her long black hair messy and scattered about her face and shoulders. Though they share a similar natural texture, unlike Umika’s shoulder-length hair and now freed from the hair bun, Riku’s curls reach the center of her back.

When Nanami doesn’t move, Riku speaks up again, still grumpy as she’d much rather be unconscious right now, “I gotta shower, so you can go now.”

“Fine but hurry up.” He says, turning to walk back towards the sliding door that connects their rooms.

When Nanami leaves her room, Riku throws the duvet off of her body. She disconnects her phone from its long-corded charger and checks the time. 8:16.

There are a few worried messages from Umika and Uncle Jin that she hadn’t seen or checked last night, but she figured Nanami had kept them informed about the situation. Just then her ringtone chimes and ‘SUGURU GETO’ flashes over the screen. Riku sits up as a small jolt of excitement rushes through her, a smile on her lips as she answers, “Hi.”

“Hi. Good morning, Riku.” Geto coos the words but especially her name, and the sweet tone of his voice makes Riku’s smile grow even further.

“Good morning.” She mirrors his alluring voice with her own.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine – my cheek looks a little worse but the swelling isn’t as bad.” She muses, beginning to stand and step out of her futon.

“Good. That means it’s healing. You not in pain anywhere else?”

“Not really,” Riku ponders for a second, “I mean my back is kind of tight but I think that's mostly from work.”

“You should come to my onsen sometime.”

Riku strides over to the vanity in the corner of her room and sits down on its stool, “Oh yeah, I do remember a friend telling me about the Suguru clan hot spring. Is it nice?”

“It’s the best, beautiful. Come by and I’ll treat you to anything you want. An exfoliating scrub, a full-body massage, a facial…” he trails off, suggestively, “we even have private spa rooms and pools.”

Riku pauses to Geto’s response, turning up the sweet and breathy licentiousness in her voice just for him, “Suguru, you trying to get me naked in a private spa with you?” She smirks, unable to help herself as she plays with one of the curls at her shoulder.

“Of course. How else am I gonna rub that tight little back of yours? Can think of some other things you need massaged, too…”

“Oh yeah, baby?” Riku says, wantonly, “I guess I’ll have to pay you a visit, then.” She says, the smile on her face salacious.

“Come by anytime after work, just call me. Promise it’ll be worth the drive.”

Riku can’t help but enjoy the lowness of Geto’s voice and nudges her ear closer to the speaker on her phone, “Okay, then, it’s a date. I’ll call you after work.”

“Good. Gojo and I have quite the number of meetings today, but I’ll meet you there later in the afternoon. Try to stay out of trouble for me in the meantime, alright Ri?”

“I’ll be good. Talk later, Suguru.”

“Later, beautiful.”

Riku ends the call, unable to restrain the giddy giggle of excitement that runs through her when she does.

When Riku begins to think about what clothes she’ll wear for work today, and what she’ll bring for her date, her ringtone chimes once again. She turns her phone over in her hand, seeing it has no caller-ID. She simply looks at the screen, thumb hovering over the screen for a moment until she reluctantly presses the ‘answer’ icon.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Riku. Or do you go by Reina?”

Riku’s stomach instantly sinks at the sound of the husky, disgusting-sounding voice on the line, immediately recalling it as the same voice she’d heard yesterday. Her heart begins to pound its way up to her throat, and she’s so frozen with fear she almost can’t speak, “T-Toji…” She chokes out. How did he find me so fast?

He chuckles sickly, “What you did yesterday wasn’t very nice, now was it?”

Riku doesn’t answer; she feels like her heart is about to beat out of her chest.

“I’m gonna have to carve you up into pieces for that, bitch.” His voice turns serious, any playfulness in it replaced and cemented with pure evil, “Shame since you’re so pretty… Maybe I should make you my personal toy instead?”

Riku feels like she’s going to throw up out of fear and disgust. She hastily pulls the phone from her ear, immediately ending the call and blocking the number - though it probably won’t help much since the man already has her number.

Riku throws the phone across the room and it crashes into the wall with a loud clack. She roughly rakes her fingers through her hair, anxiously shaking as her chest rose and fell with each shuddering breath.

Shit.

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Princess of the Court: Chapter 7

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The last leg of her morning bike ride took Majida past a quiet residential area. For a mile she biked by rows of two story houses with neat front laws and wooden fences. One house in particular entranced her. The fence was covered with a bright blue flowering vine and the front lawn beyond it was full of flowers. More than that the older woman beyond the fence greeted Majida as she passed by. Most women her age would glance shyly and pretend Majida wasn’t there. Furuse-san, or Fu-baasan as she prefered to be called, was a bolder sort. They chatted for a bit while Fu-baasan watered her plants, and since then Majida always slowed down in order to say hello.

Fu-baasan wasn’t watering her plants this morning; a skinny boy was. His large glasses reflected the sun into Majida’s eyes making her squint. Once her sight was clear she realized that he was looking right at her. Majida skidded to a halt then shifted on her bike to brace herself with her feet. I’m a magnet, she thought. I’m a magnet for misfits.

Seconds stretched on as neither of them spoke. The idea that he was waiting for her was paranoid but this week had been full of paranoia inspiring incidents. He confirmed her suspicions as he put down the watering can and began to walk towards the bike lane. She watched him warily, realizing then that she didn’t even know his name.

“You,” he started quietly, his head turned down. He cleared his throat before speaking louder. “What do I have to do to make sure you won’t tell anyone about yesterday?”

“You’re….”

“Furuse. Haruto Furuse.”

“How about this Furuse-kun. You move out of the way so I can make it to school on time, and we‘ll call it a deal,” she offered.

He was silent for a moment before raising his head. “That’s not a real deal. Tell me what you need. I can do your homework. Or be your gofer,or...”

Majida raised her hand to stop him. “Yeah, no. It’s okay. Just chalk it up to me being a weird foreigner and let it go. Alright?”

“You don’t understand-”

“No.”

The boy flinched, making Majida feel like she was no better than the bullies yesterday. He adjusted the straps on his backpack and then shuffled back to his home. She waited a moment to be sure of his departure then resumed pedaling. As she moved forward paranoia gripped her once again. This confrontation resolved itself so easily, too easily. Some other wrongness was bound to take this triumphs place. Pushing the thought from her mind she peddled faster. After all it could also be a sign of good things to come.

“You’re doing it again,” Hina whispered in Majida’s ear. “Don’t tell me that’s your type?”

Majida blinked. She was supposed to be eating her lunch, but had found herself watching the glasses boy again. Furuse-kun was such a stereotypical target for bullying she wasn’t sure he was real. Smart, quiet, and hypervigilant, he mostly kept to himself. Something that encouraged others to give him his space. Well, others that didn’t appreciate an easy target anyway. Majida had discouraged a couple of boys in second period from throwing paper balls at his head by lobbing a few of her own. Their math teacher didn’t notice the inciting incident just her retaliation. She responded to his scolding with a joke, followed by sinking a few balls into the trash can at the front of the class. The students laughed, the teacher was impressed, and she avoided being sent to stand in the hallway.

“Not even close,” Majida answered, tearing her eyes away. She had other things to worry about than him.

Hina didn’t look convinced.

“If you say so. I’m surprised he doesn't have a hole in the back of his skull from your staring.” Airi said, prompting Majida to roll her eyes.

“You’re seeing things” Majida said before polishing off the last of her lunch. She wrapped up her things and dashed out of her homeroom with a plastic bag in hand.

Despite the oddness of her and Furuse-kun’s meeting this morning she had a good feeling about her plan. She ignored the stares from the third years milling in the hallway and made her way to Chisaka-san’s classroom. Her heart fell as she peeked into the room. She expected to see Budou-san, the girl’s team captain. The two older girls had the same homeroom. The boy’s team captain was a surprize. He leaned against Chisaka’s desk, chatting to the two older girls in an animated way. He even laughed. She’d never heard him laugh, though to his defense he had his hands full with that flashy third year point guard. It was a nice sound... She fought back her jealousy. Logically there was nothing to be jealous of, wasn’t like she was gonna go for it anyway.

Steeling herself Majida opened the classroom door and waved to Chisaka. The taller girl looked in Majida’s direction then excused herself. Budou noticed and narrowed her eyes. The boy’s captain quirked an eyebrow. She waved to them both then left the classroom, her heart thudding in her chest. Stay cool girl, stay cool.

“You called?” Chisaka asked. She leaned against the hallway wall. Chisaka was a third year student with long limbs and bright eyes. Her hair was short and spiky. “Like a boy’s,” Chisaka said brightly, through the resignation in her eyes betrayed her. She was also the tallest girl at school. Forcing even Majida to look up at her. Majida knew she couldn’t convince her to return to the girl’s basketball team. It was an unreasonable request considering the older girl’s new prominence on the promising volleyball team. But she was sure she could ask for some help.

Chiaka and the captain were best friends, but try as she might Chisaka couldn’t convince the captain to join the volleyball team or any other sports team for that matter. “For Mia,” Chisaka told Majida. “It’s basketball or nothing. But though she loves it so much playing just gives her bad memories. She suffered the most last year...so.” The older girl didn’t go into further detail and Majida had enough grace to not push the issue. Though she was getting tired of people tiptoeing around whatever it was.

“First an offering.” Majida said as she handed the other girl an assortment of breads she’d purchased from the store on the way to school. She wasn’t sure which one to get but had gathered intel...er asked Hana, which breads were the most popular.

“To what do I owe the bribe?”

“You don’t have to take them,” Majida pulled the bag back.

Chisaka-san grinned while taking the bag.”I never say no to free food.” She rummaged through the bag and nodded with approval. “You must want something good.”

“Do you think you could skip out on practice just for today?”

“To do what?”

“To drag the captain to the boy’s basketball practice. Just for the second half though.”

“So you want to show off to Mia then?”

“Think it will work?”

Chisaka-san sighed, “It’ll certainly trigger something. I can’t guarantee that it would be positive.”

Majida shrugged. “Better than her ignoring it.”

Chisaka’s smile was faint. “Yeah, I guess it is. She has to move on sooner or later right?”

Majida raised an eyebrow. “You’re asking me?”

Chisaka shook her head. “Just talking to myself. You better get going girl. Next class is about to start.”

Majida nodded and then turned to leave. “Thanks,” she said over her shoulder. “ You can share those by the way.”

“Not a chance!” Chisaka called after her.

“Hey. Um Jida-chan you got a minute?”

A girl followed Majida out of the locker room. It took a moment for Majida to place her. Her long hair normally fell over her face, covering at least one eye. Now she had it swept back into a high ponytail for practice. Riku was a quiet girl that towered over the girls in their homeroom class. Majida beat her by just a smidge. She guessed they were the same type. By the end of the year they'd both gain an inch or two and curse their parents for it.

Behind Riku hid Reina, a much smaller volleyball player. Reina wasn’t a member of their homeroom but she always joined Riku for lunch. Majida didn’t peg Reina,who managed to incorporate massive amounts of pink into her wardrobe, as the shy type, but perhaps she was only so gregarious around Riku.

“Yeah, What can I do for you?” Majida moved out of the way of crowd of girls exiting the locker room. The two other girls followed her lead.

“You’re trying to reform the girl’s basketball team right?”

“You joining?”

“You can’t!” Reina popped from behind Riku. She gripped Riku’s arm hard enough for her knuckles to turn white.

“I wasn’t going to,” Riku gave Reina a tinder smile and patted her hand.

This seemed to placiate Reina. She let go and stood sullenly besides Riku.

“Aww. That’s too bad.” Majida mimicked disappointment. She figured that was a long shot anyway.

“I’m not joining but, but I might have some useful information.”

“And you’re willing to share it with me?”

“Of course!” Riku’s voiced raised a little. She looked sheepish then continued to speak in a lower tone. “You know one of your coaches. Ueda-sensei. He teaches English so this is why you probably haven’t heard this. You don’t need his class so.”

“So?”

“Well rumor is,” Riku leaned in and put her hand near her mouth before whispering. “He used to be the assistant coach for the girls basketball team.”

“Him?” Majida thought for a moment. Over the past week she felt it odd that the older man let Sakamoto take the more active role while he scribbled away at his clipboard. But this would explain why he was both overly kind and skittish around her. “Thanks. That’s very useful.”

“It is?”

“Extremely, well if I use it to my advantage that is.” Majida grinned, the turned to walk down the hall. “Come on, we’ll be late to practice at this rate.” She forced herself to ignore the possibilities the new information brought her. One plot at a time. After all, it would be alot easier to convince the coach if the team was formed first.

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[ 𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚞'𝚜 𝚝𝟷 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗

well. what can i say, riku and reina's trial is going to be one of the most emotional ones. also, now we have only one vd left! :D

riku will reveal a lot of information about his crime in this vd and personally, yeah, i think riku's crime is one of the scariest ones here, but also.. i'd be lying if i said that i don't find him sympathetic at least in some way. though the way he acts in this vd is.. yeah i want to punch him also who knows what can happen if he gets voted guilty.. but it's hard to say that forgiving him is a good option too.

(warning for mentions of self-harm)

(divider link)

(door opens)

Eiji: Hello, Prisoner 009.

Riku: Ah, hello! It's my turn to be interrogated, right?

Eiji: Wow, you're so smart, aren't you? Yes, we have only two prisoners left to interrogate.

Riku: I see, I see! You're working so hard, do you even get paid for this?

Eiji: No, but seeing you all beg for forgiveness is the best reward I could ever ask for.

Riku: Haha, scary~

Riku: Oh, hello, Miki-san! Looking cute as always~

Miki: H-hello..

Eiji: .. What did you just say? You know that she's also a guard, right?

Eiji: Show her more respect!

Riku: Okay, okay, sowwy.

Miki: I-it's okay, Eiji-san! I don't mind, really..

Eiji: .. If you say so.

Eiji: So, Prisoner 009, Kuroki Riku. 17 years old, a high school student.

Eiji: We're back to the younger ones, huh.

Riku: Ahaha, yeah, it's probably weird to see a high schooler in a place like this.

Riku: Though now that I think about it, Akio-kun and Aimi-chan are high school students too. And Asahi-kun is only 11 years old!

Riku: How scary..

Riku: Wait, Miki-san, aren't you still in high school too? It must be hard being a guard when you're so young..

Miki: Y-yeah..

Eiji: Ahem. I gotta say, it annoys me just how carefree you are.

Riku: Hm.. Well, to be honest, I don't think this whole thing is like.. real?

Riku: Like, this has to be some kind of game, right? Or a reality show or something.

Riku: It's hard for me to believe that this is actually a real prison. And what's with the voting stuff?

Riku: Nah, I don't think we all are in any real danger.

Eiji: .. Hey, Guard 002, is it okay if I show him just how dangerous we can actually be?

Miki: Calm down, Eiji-san.

Miki: A-anyway, Kuroki-san..

Riku: Ah, just call me by my first name.

Miki: Okay, Riku-san.. May I ask, what do you think about your life in Milgram?

Riku: Hm.. Well, even though this is supposed to be a prison, I've been having so much fun talking to everyone!

Riku: I like talking to Aimi-chan and Akio-kun.. As for the older prisoners, me and Kei-san are very close!

Eiji: ...

Eiji: You being friends with him is already a red flag.

Riku: Haha, yeah, Kei-san can be a little weird sometimes, but trust me, he's a good guy. He's very funny too.

Miki: Well, it's nice to hear that you actually like this place a lot.

Riku: Haha, well, it's not like I really want to go back home anyway. So I've decided that I should have as much fun as I can while I'm here!

Miki: You don't want to go home?..

Miki: Is it related to your crime in any way?

Riku: .. I guess you can say so.

Eiji: Oh, does this mean you're ready to talk about your crime then?

Riku: Yeah, sure, ask me anything you want.

Eiji: Huh, your tone is not so energetic anymore.

Eiji: "Why is he suddenly pulling his sleeves down too?.."

Riku: Ahaha, well, even someone like me wouldn't be happy to talk about the crime they committed.

Riku: But hey, if this whole thing isn't real, maybe I shouldn't be so scared of it.

Miki: So..

Miki: What happened? Why are you here?

Riku: Hm.. I don't even know where to start.

Eiji: Oh, let me help you. How about we start with your victim?

Riku: !..

Riku: Ah, that guy.

Eiji: "Is it just me or his eyes look more empty now?"

Riku: He was a childhood friend of mine.

Miki: .. You killed your own friend?

Riku: Well, I wouldn't say that it was.. uh..

Riku: A healthy kind of friendship, I guess?

Eiji: Was it toxic then? I wonder who was the toxic friend though: you or that guy.

Riku: Come on, Eiji-san, do I look like that type of person?

Miki: So, do you want to say that you killed him because he was mean to you or.. ?

Riku: Ahaha, if only he was "mean" to me.

Riku: .. I never wanted to be friends with him.

Riku: I was forced to become friends with him back when I was only eight years old.

Riku: "Riku, can you please play with him? It's a little hard for him to make friends, he's a bit shy, you see.."

Riku: .. I didn't know that I was supposed to keep being his friend for, like, the rest of my life.

Miki: .. O-oh.

Miki: But was he really a shy person? Was it hard for him to make friends?

Miki: Or maybe he just.. gave up after meeting you?

Riku: Haha, you're so smart, Miki-san!

Riku: That's exactly what happened.

Riku: I told him to socialize more, I told him so many times that if he wants to stop feeling so lonely, he should just go outside and actually try making friends.

Riku: He refused to listen.

Riku: "Oh, but I only need you, Riku-kun!~" SHUT UP!

Riku: .. Sorry for scaring you.

Miki: I-it's okay. Though it was a bit sudden..

Eiji: Fine, we get it, your relationship with that guy was bad.

Eiji: How did you kill him though?

Riku: ...

Eiji: .. Why are you pulling down your sleeves again?

Riku: Oh, this is just something I do when I'm nervous. Sorry about that, I hope it's not distracting.

Miki: It's okay, please don't apologize! Maybe I can do something to help you calm down?

Riku: Haha, Miki-san, you're way too kind. Do you want to make me fall in love with you or something?

Eiji: Just a reminder that she's a guard.

Riku: I'm just joking, relax~

Riku: So, about his death..

Riku: It was his fault. It was so selfish of him to do something like that..

Riku: I tried to stop him, really, I did. Even though I hated him so much, I still was his best and only friend. I told him so many times not to listen to what they say..

Riku: Well, he always was a bit.. weak. He was too fragile for this world.

Miki: .. What do you mean by that, Riku-san?

Riku: Hehe~

Riku: Well, what do you think I mean, Miki-san?

Riku: But no matter what you think about me, you will vote me innocent, right?

Riku: Though I'm sure nothing bad will happen to me even if I get voted guilty.

Riku: Oh, I know! If you vote me innocent, how about going on a date with me after we get out of here?

Miki: ???

Miki: A d-date?? With y-you??

Riku: Is there something wrong with that?

Riku: .. Oh, sorry, are you dating Eiji-san?

Miki: This is like.. the third time someone calls us a couple..

Riku: So you're single then? Cool-

Riku: Huh?

Miki: Eiji-san, let him go!

Riku: Ahaha.. This kinda hurts..

Eiji: Well, I wish it would be much more painful than that.

Miki: Eiji-san, just what do you want to do to him??

Eiji: Oh, you see, I tried to be more patient with him, I really tried..

Eiji: But this guy just kept getting on my nerves.

Eiji: So I thought, maybe I should break his arm as punishment? Maybe even both of them?

Riku: Wait, is this even allowed?

Riku: Haha, this is just a part of the game, right?

Eiji: Also, something about that habit of his annoys me a lot.

Eiji: Just what are you hiding-

Eiji: !

(sounds of Eiji letting Riku go)

Miki: Eiji-san, is there something wrong-

Miki: *screams*

Riku: Ah.. so you saw them.

Riku: Haha, yeah, I do have some wounds on my arms.

Riku: I apologize for scaring you like this.

Eiji: How did you-

Riku: Maybe you should ask Miki-san about it?

Miki: ...

Eiji: .. Guard 002? Did you do this to him?

Eiji: I'm not judging, by the way. If you had to do this to him, I completely understand.

Miki: .. I'm sorry.

Miki: *starts crying* I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-

Eiji: (to Riku) .. Did you do something to her?

Riku: *sighs* I guess I should explain what happened.

Riku: You see, a few days ago I asked Miki-san to get something for me. You know, I just made a request, it wasn't that bad.

Eiji: And what did you ask for?

Miki: .. H-he asked for a knife.

Miki: I'm so sorry, Riku-san said that he wanted to show some knife tricks to other prisoners and I..

Miki: I believed him.

Riku: Haha, Miki-san is so gullible-

Eiji: Where is that knife right now?

Eiji: Oh, I think I can see it.

Riku: What are you gonna do now? Kill me?

Eiji: If you trick her like that again, I will.

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Riku: Oh, does that mean our time's up?

Riku: I'd love to hear the song this machine extracts.. I was in a band, so I'm really good at singing!

Miki: .. Why..

Miki: Why are you still acting like everything is fine?

Miki: You're hurt! You're literally bleeding and it looks like you're in pain, so why are you-

Eiji: Let me guess.

Eiji: You did this to yourself not because you have mental health problems or anything like that..

Eiji: But because you wanted to make us feel sorry for you?

Riku: .. Hehe~

Miki: But why would you go this far?? I want to forgive all prisoners anyway, so you really didn't have to-

Eiji: Also, didn't you say that this whole "thing" is a game, so there's no point in worrying about your verdict?

Eiji: Now look at you, hurting yourself just to make us forgive you.

Riku: .. What's the point in voting me guilty then?

Riku: IT WAS HIS FAULT! HE MADE ME DO IT!

Riku: WOULD YOU WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE LIKE HIM? SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU AND JUST USES YOU AS SOMEONE WHO HE CAN VENT TO ANYTIME HE WANTS?

Riku: I WAS TIRED OF HIM CRYING AND SAYING HOW BAD HIS LIFE IS ALL THE TIME!

Riku: SO PLEASE, JUST FORGIVE ME-

Eiji: Prisoner 009, Riku, sing your sins!

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#wow! this vd sure is scary! :)#like how did we go from flirting with one of the guards TO THIS #i'm pretty sure he will get voted guilty but. who knows maybe i'm wrong #ngl riku is one of my favorite prisoners. his crime is so messed up but also.. look at him. a silly boy with his silly guitar #also now you know why his undercover mv lyrics are like that! :D #🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#🗡️guard 001: sanada eiji 🗡️#🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼#🎸prisoner 009: kuroki riku 🎸#milgram #milgram oc #milgram project

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