A/N: To make this clear: this is a Mafia!AU where Kise is the daughter of Akashi, a feared and powerful yakuza boss. Haizaki is her retainer/bodyguard of sorts; Kuroko is Akashi's righthand-man; Murasakibara is Akashi's loyal servant; and Midorima is a doctor operating under Akashi's watchful eye.
This is in a drabble format, and is a repost of my mafia!au series on tumblr.
001 Birth
To be honest, the first time he laid eyes on her was also the first time he met someone that ugly.
"Are you sure that's a human?" Haizaki asked in disbelief, staring at the gently snoozing baby, its face – it was not a girl, how could a girl look like that – crumpled and ugly and red.
Kuroko's lips curled into a slight smile, hand moving to rest on Haizaki's head. The child looked up at him, frowning and obviously not believing him. "Yes. This is our little princess, Haizaki-kun."
It was then its eyes opened ever so slightly. Haizaki could see those crystal-blue eyes peer up at him, tired and sleepy. Even as she smiled peacefully at him, pink gums flashing in the light, Haizaki swore that he'd never go near her again.
He'd grow up, watching as those blue eyes fade out and darken into amber gold.
002 Pleased
He was pleased to see her. But not like this—and especially not now.
Kise's head tilted to the side as she watched him curiously; unsure of why his pants were down to his ankles, with his hand in between his legs, unsure of why his face was flushed and the lights were dim, unsure of the photo that was held clenched in his hand.
"Shougo-kun?" She murmured tentatively. She drew in a startled gasp, before biting her lip when he sent her a near lethal glare.
"Get the fuck out of my room!" The thirteen-year-old snarled, ignoring the way the girl's face fell from joy to confusion to fear at his harsh words. She was frozen on the spot under his paralysing glower.
His slick hand shot out, grabbing a nearby vase, tossing it at the wall by her head.
"Now!" He roared in fury.
Kise ran out of the room, confused and terrified tears streaming from her eyes. She could hear the smashing of glass and the loud curses echoing across the hallway.
003 Skill
Her lips were around his cock.
Warm. Wet. Skilled.
He smirked faintly, fingers burying roughly into her hair as he forced her head forward, causing her to choke momentarily as he penetrated her mouth even further. Violating the slick passage of her throat, he roughly thrust into her willing mouth, pleasure filling him up, slowly. Almost insidiously.
The woman's green eyes were half-lidded. Her manicured fingers wrapping around his girth. His foot grinding up in the area between her legs, smearing the polished shoe with the viscous honey she secreted.
He closed his eyes, a soft and long-drawn moan leaving him as his fingers entwined even tighter into her blonde hair. It was shorter than what he remembered. It was curlier than before. Perhaps she'd done something to it- perhaps she wasn't the woman who shared his bed last night.
The only sound of discomfort the woman—the whore, easy, legs wide open, cunt dripping licentiously yearning for the attention he would never give her, not willingly, not ever—made in response to his movements was when he came into her mouth.
Even as her tongue swiped and moved against his softening cock, Haizaki's mind was filled with only one thing.
That goddamn fucking slut.
004 Proof
"Daddy- please! Don't send him away!"
Kise's strained, soft voice entered his ears even though he sat in the hallway, far away from the study.
"It's for your own good, Ryouka."
Akashi. Goddamn bastard. Haizaki snorted faintly as he heard the Don continue to wax poetry with his softly spoken words.
"He's bad for you. You're getting yourself hurt—"
"Shougo-kun hasn't done anything to me." Kise's voice had sharpened, he noted.
He wondered whether he should be flattered that she was standing up to him. But then again, he was getting defended by a fucking girl—who was three years his junior to boot.
He wasn't a fucking wimp. He could stand up for himself.
Haizaki sneered as he noticed Kuroko's almost sad gaze upon his face from the other side of the corridor. Everyone was in the hallway. Everyone was staring at him.
It was only Kise and Akashi who were absent- holed up in the study.
"Even if you prove me wrong I will never agree with you." Akashi's cold voice was heard. "Haizaki leaves- and you will not oppose me."
The sound of flesh hitting flesh. A soft yelp of pain. An even softer sob.
Such a young, naïve girl, Haizaki mused, even as he was seized roughly around the wrist by a clearly frowning Midorima, who began to drag him into the study. She was too naïve, even for her eighteen years of age. Despite being the daughter of the most successful Don… she was too soft. She believed in him too much.
Haizaki would never change for anyone- not Kuroko, not Akashi, and most certainly not for Kise.
005 Gun
When everything was over and done with, he wanted to die with a gun in his hands, a bullet through his brain, and his dick buried into her tight heat.
006 Sex
Kise never had much thought about sex- she was a virgin, yes, but she had not much thought of it.
Not until she watched as Haizaki's penis, thick, red, stiff, buried into the woman's body. Again and again. In, out, in, out. It was almost beautiful, the rhythm he took into joining their bodies again and again.
She could almost feel it herself – the sense of being filled up to the brim, then being emptied. Warmth sliding up from between her legs and saturating her body. Trickles of ecstasy building up within and driving her insane. Exposed and naked under dark eyes, promising death, love, warmth, hate.
Even as she stepped up to him slowly, clothes sliding off her pale and soft body, trembling under the intensity of his gaze, knowing how much it was going to hurt, knowing how much he hated her… she could only feel the swelling of affection within her.
Was it love?
007 World
In another world, he may have been gentle.
In another world, she may have been stronger.
In another world, they may have actually been in love.
008 Intelligent
Kise had always been a quick study. Even more so when he taught her.
How to flick her tongue against his cock. How to make him aroused with nothing but the gleam in her eyes and the wicked sight of her cunt. How to entice him into sharing her bed every night.
He may have even become her lover for a short while. Exclusive only to each other—
Hah.
As if.
009 Protection
Haizaki killed for the first time when she had been trapped beneath a larger body, disrobed and eyes wide with terror, legs spread wide by a large hand.
His finger had pulled the trigger without a thought.
He'd always thought she'd look beautiful in red.
Even more so in blood.
010 Marriage
She'd gotten married at the age of twenty three. Needed an heir, after all. Perfect match, they'd said. He was handsome, she was beautiful. Both from strong Mafia families.
Kise- no, Ryouka, she wasn't Kise anymore - could only think of Haizaki as Aomine's lips trailed down her throat, sucking lightly on her jugular. Gentle fingers weren't like the nails digging into her skin. The soft whispers in her ear – the almost sweet "don't worry, I've got you, calm down" – nothing like the "fuck, you're so fucking tight" she'd heard every night. Tanned skin replaced by darker skin.
Even as she gave birth to a small, young child, eyes vibrant like the sun and hair as dark as the night sky, she could see his dark eyes everywhere she went, protective in his constant change and turmoil.
Even when married to Aomine, K- Ryouka wondered what would have happened if Haizaki had been adopted into her family.
011 Death
He died in a lonely place far to the north with ten bullets in his chest and a knife in his throat forty years prior to her death.
He died with her name on his lips, cursing her even as blood gurgled out of his throat.
She died in a homely room with the tears of her children baptising her hand forty years after his death.
She died with his name on her lips, sweetly like when they had been children.
012 No
She wasn't in love with him.
He wasn't in love with her.
And yet…