oblivious | nahoya kawata

twenty-six

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"SHE'LL BE OKAY RIGHT?" you wanted to laugh so bad but you knew you'll ruin everything then. sanzu's stressed form walked back and forth next to the bed as one of doctor was checking on you, the doctor sighed which caught sanzu's attention, "what the hell? what happened? please don't fucking apologise or say you tried your best, you fucking sat there like a sack of potato, doing absolutely fucking nothing!"

the doctor seemed unbothered by all of sanzu's insults, you would've gotten a death penalty when he told the doctor that he smells like "expired yogurt" and you almost blew your cover, the haitani brothers were really a huge help, if it isn't for them you wouldn't have been here.

ofcourse you weren't that stupid to just agree when they randomly popped up on you and said they're gonna partner some shit up with you, you knew better than that, "my god!" wow, you never knew sanzu was spiritual, after a minute or so with that pink head's tantrums, you heard few footstep thuds walking into the room as the 'doctor' who was trying  to treat you stopped his moves, you didn't know what was happening and a mild deep voice mumbled something but then all you heard was gunshots jerking up your body, your heart at high speed as you tried to stay still,

man, what the fuck is happening..

you were too worried with goosebumps, "my woman is at her deathbed and you think I would give a fuck about some guy who didn't pay his debt?!" you would've felt content to the least if smily had this and he hadn't shot anyone like pigs to the slaughter. Jesus I wanna run away, you felt a press in your wrist and assumed it was the doc and you felt your eyes rolling back to the depths of hell before you lost consciousness.

[ sanzu's pov ]

I looked down as these useless fuckers laid dead infront of my eyes like wouldn't you just execute fuckers that do nothing but eat off of your ass and barge in as if I didn't have my sweet lovely woman almost dead for my adamant thought? man I have way too much shit to worry about but whatever, I turned around to look at the doc not giving a fuck about what happened and him checking for y/n's pulse I guess, "fuck you think you doing by holding her like that?" I'm pretty sure he deadpanned, he hasn't said a word since he arrived.

"sneaky fucker if I catch you doing something to her I'll make sure to chop your dried old dick up and shove it up your mout-" he sighed as he stood up and packed his iron suitcase up, "she must be awake soon but I doubt she'll have any memories of the past few days" he fixed his glass as he turned around, "she's fine.." he said as he walked up to me and stood by my side turning the other way, "atleast for now, I guess..?" it ended more of as an question.

my anger rose up as I grabbed his white coat he wears for literally no fucking reason, "fuck you mean by that?!" he loosened my grip around his collar as he rubbed off the wrinkles caused by my grip, "I don't know" he glared and started to walk away before I put my pistol from behind to his head to which he stopped and turned around, "I have seen enough shit so I would thank you if you killed me right now" he flashed a sarcastic smile and walked out of the room, I sighed and sat on the couch gripping my spinning head,

"I should've never killed him.."

a/n ;
i literally forgot the plot I had 😭