Relationship's my enemy - 2

Then another shoe, and another. "Y/n. Y/n. Stop." He closed the door behind him with his foot, his hands busy protecting his face. He went up to her as she stood in the mouth of his walk-in closet surrounded by a pile of his shoes. "Fuck you!" she yelled and threw two more dress shoes. "Will you just calm down?"

"Calm down?!?! CALM DOWN!? You fucking kidnapped me and you want me to calm down!"

He scratched the back of his neck, "Kidnap is kind of a strong word Y/n. I just needed to see you, to talk to you." Her eyes widened, looking at him like he had three heads. She was about to start yelling again but he spoke up faster, "I knew you wouldn't go for it. I didn't have a choice Y/n. Seriously if I had reached out you never would've answered, never would've agreed to see me."

"For good reason Sanzu! That doesn't give you the right to KIDNAP ME!" She threw another shoe but this time at the ground. Her frustration radiating off of her. "Please don't call me that Y/n. Please."

"Take me home." she ignored what he said. "Take me home Sanzu."

"I can't do that." he leaned against the bedroom door, "I won't do that. We need to talk. You owe me that."

"Owe you?!? I don't owe you shit."

"I have spent the past six years thinking you were gone forever. Turns out you've been in Tokyo this entire fucking time." He ran his fingers through his hair and hit the back of his head on the door. He needed to calm down. He looked in her direction with pleading eyes. She wasn't holding any shoes but her breathing was heavy, her body shaking. She's still fiesty as ever I see.

"People are going to look for me. I go missing, a lot of people are going to go looking for me. I am literally dating a detective you moron. The entire Tokyo Police Department will go looking for me."

Sanzu huffed a laugh, "Not the ones we have in our pocket."

Bonten, of fucking course. I've seen the news, I've seen just how big they've become of course they have the police on their payroll.

"It doesn't matter how many cops you've got on a leash. Naoto won't stop looking for me."

Haruchiyo balled his fists, "Don't fucking say his name in my home." his eyes turned dark and narrow. She returned the piercing eye contact and smirked.

"Naoto. Naoto. Naoto. NAO....mhmhmmm." Haruchiyo had taken long strides across the room and slapped his hand over her mouth. He eyes were watering but he wouldn't satisfy her. "I said, do not say his name in my home."

Each word punctured her ears. She darkened her own eyes and opened her mouth wide. Biting down on his hand to get him off of her.

"FUCK!" he pulled away and shook off the hand, "You know what, I don't think you're ready yet. I'll give you time to cool off." He turned on his heels and left the room, locking it behind him.

Unbeknownst to each other they both sat on the floor facing the door on opposite sides, crying silently to themselves.

Three hours later he knocked on the door. "Y/n will you have dinner with me?" Silence. "Y/n?" More silence, he began walking away when she spoke up. "Sanzu?" her voice sounded tiny, being muffled behind the door. "Yeah? You want to have dinner?" He could see the shadow of her feet under the crack of the door. "Do the windows open?" huh? The windows, what is she talking about? "Um, no Y/n they don't. They're floor to ceiling, so if you open them the wind pressure would suck you out and you'd fall." She sighed heavily, "Yeah that's the point." The shadow of her feet disappeared.

I'm well aware I fucked up. I've been living with this for years. I need to tell her, I need to prove to her that none of what we had was fake. I lied, yeah, selfishly to protect her and to protect myself and to keep her. But other than that I mean she fell in love with ME. I'm still me, right? I'm still the same guy she fell in love with back then and she'll fall back in love with me now. Just have to give it some time and it will all work out. Everything will go back to normal, the way it's always supposed to have been. Because she's supposed to be with me, not some detective, not anyone else but me. She was made for me, and I lost her once it's not happening again.

Four days. For four days Sanzu left Y/n alone, only bringing her meals three times a day and a care package of snacks. On the fifth day of her being locked in his room she finally spoke to him. "I need to take a shower." He nodded, "Alright, no funny business alright? I don't want to hurt you Y/n." She agreed, accepting that she was going to be here a while. He's going to keep me here until we talk. Until I agree to have this conversation with him. So I'll do it, but I'm just not ready to yet. I don't know if I'll ever be ready. They walked to the bathroom; the living room and kitchen in the penthouse apartment were large, styled in modern renaissance. Everything looked plush and expensive. She couldn't help but ogle at it all and Sanzu felt full of pride, a small smirk on his face. He opened the bathroom door and ushered her inside. The black tile littered floor and walls. The sink was granite stone and a waterfall faucet. The shower itself was behind a glass wall, showerheads and eucalyptus plants on its ceiling and showerheads on the walls. There were granite seats in the walk-in shower as well. Sanzu dug through his bathroom closet, grabbing soap and a loofah. "I don't have womens' stuff, so just bear with this for now and I'll get you your own shampoo and conditioner." Y/n nodded, still taking in everything around her. She grabbed the toothbrush he was now handing her and she started to brush her teeth. Ahhh this was much much needed. What is he.... "What're you doing?!" Haruchiyo had started undressing. He sighed and dropped his hands from his shirt, giving her a look like 'isn't it obvious?'

"I can't leave you in here by yourself, Y/n. Last thing I need is you trying to kill yourself in my shower." She was speechless; he had a point. Does that seriously mean he has to join me in there? "Whatever, keep your eyes to yourself Sanzu." She rolled her own eyes and turned her back, undressing herself as well. When she turned back around he was already in the walk-in and had turned the water on, steam was clouding the glass.

She tried her best to cover herself when she stepped in; the tile was cold under her toes and the hot water was enticing. "You can go under first." Haruchiyo's voice called out next to her, she looked in his direction but he was looking away from her staring at the wall. Tentatively she stepped under the water, and let out the breath she had been holding. Her body was exhausted despite the sleep she had been getting the last five days. Whenever she woke up, she cried, she wasn't eating well, and she was stressed, the weight of having to talk to her ex was heavy on her shoulders.

She had been mentally debating and fighting with herself this whole time, until now. Under the pressure of the hot water she let her mind go blank. Only reentering consciousness when she heard soap being squeezed out of a bottle. She wiped her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Sanzu was putting soap on the loofah and he looked up through his long eyelashes at her. He snapped his eyes back down not wanting to get in trouble with her for not keeping his gaze to himself.

That moment of eye contact sparked a memory in Y/n, or a number of memories; all the times she looked into those eyes and felt loved. He still held that same look now. He can't seriously still love me. She turned her head back under the water. I mean it's been years. He does not love me, he probably just wants to absolve himself from his own guilty conscious. He's only doing this to make himself feel better for what he did. That's all this is about a bruised ego and I'm the one who got away. The water stopped hitting her the way it had before and Y/n peaked up to see the loofah. Sanzu pulled his arm back, trying to focus on what was in his hand and not the familiar body in front of him.

Y/n jumped when the sponge hit her back, starting at her shoulder in slow, light felt circled. Gentle, gentle, gentle. He had to remind himself. She allowed her eyes to close but when she felt herself leaning into the feeling she snapped her eyes back open. Snatching the loofah from behind her back, "I can do it myself."

There was no venom in her voice when she said it. She sounds tired. She looks beautiful. Haruchiyo stood off and away from the water, attempting to peel his eyes away from her as she washed herself. He let his eyes linger and then looked away. He was taking mental pictures.

He had been fighting and debating with himself this whole time, until now. Seeing her like this, small smile and relaxed expression, he let his mind go blank.