But you should've seen the other guy - 1

Haruchiyo pulled her in a little closer, held on a squeeze tighter, then pulled away from habit-forming lips. "Now I'm ready." Sparkling eyes stared into his core, "Yeah, ha, now I'm ready too." Their hands instantly found home and they headed towards the bedroom to door.

Sanzu wasn't expecting to open his door and find the Haitani brothers leaning on each side of the doorframe. "I'm so sorry, did we interrupt?" Ran sarcastically mimicked concern, hand came up to smush his own cheek as he leaned into it. "Mikey says it's bedtime for the ladies. It's boys' night now." Rindou spoke up sounding disinterested. Sanzu was about to reply when Ran spoke up again, "Let me get that candy from you, I'll pass it out." Sanzu reached into the pocket of his button up and pulled out the tranquilizers. Handing them over, "I'll be right down." The brothers nodded back to Sanzu and descended the hallway.

Waiting for them to be out of sight Sanzu turned back to Y/n. "You want to sleep in here tonight? I'll be up later and I'll behave I promise. And Senju will be right down the hall if.."

"Yeah, I'll sleep with you tonight Haruchiyo."

I don't know what excites me more, knowing she's in my bed or the fact that she just called me by my first name.

He situated his hands on her sides and slid down to her knees pulling up. Composing himself he held under her thighs as she wrapped around his waist. Hands finding their place behind his neck, arms on his shoulders, Y/n enjoyed the view as Sanzu took three steps forward and kicked back. His door slammed shut.

"Let me tuck you in princess." He carried her all the way to the left side of the bed and held her there. Tugging at the back of his neck Y/n pulled him forward. She gently brushed her nose on his, leaning into his lips but pulling back before contact could be made. I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face Y/n.

He positioned his hands under her thighs to get a better grip and tossed her into the air so she could fall to the bed. Dazed and confused Y/n sat up to recover, pouting with crossed arms. She makes me laugh. "Come on, head on the pillow, under the blanket," he picked up his comforter, "I got shit to do." Despite his words he was laughing through his sentence. Y/n complied, setting into her spot on the mattress. Is this memory foam?! She couldn't believe the comfort of the pillow or the bed. Haruchiyo sprawled out the blanket over her body, then starting at her feet tucked in the sides. "You're making it into a strait jacket, I won't be able to move." She raised her arms so they wouldn't be trapped in the cocoon too. Sanzu sat next to her, feet on the ground and one arm across her. "You can't get up," the silly mood had turned serious, his jaw was clenched, "Y/n, no matter what you hear you can not get out of bed. If you need something from me or downstairs, it will have to wait for the morning. The bathroom is two doors down on the right. Promise me you will stay upstairs and in bed."

"Of course, yeah I can do that for you." What am I going to be hearing exactly?

"Good girl."

Haruchiyo wiped his face down with a hand, popping his jaw to relieve the tension. Bringing the arm that was across her up her body, his hand rested back onto her cheek. "I'll be in bed with you in no time doll face."

He placed another sweet, slow kiss on her lips. Can't stay, you've got a job to do. Reality of the situation hit him and he pulled away, soft smile on his face to admire her. He stopped by his safe opening it up before making his leave.

"Goodnight Haruchiyo."

"Goodnight Y/n."

After Sanzu closed the door behind him, he made his way down the hall. He passed Koko who was leading the dancers and Nami upstairs. "I'm showing them their room, don't start the game without me." Koko stuck his tongue out as he passed. "I can't keep all the fun to myself Koko, what kind of guy do you take me for?" Sanzu yelled up as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Using the railing he swung around the bottom step and jump down. Pep in his step and as strode towards the double doors of the kitchen. Swinging the doors open, "Who's ready to gamble with me?"

Almost all the men necessary were in the kitchen. It looked like his siblings were arguing on the deck. Can all they do is bicker? Senju stormed back into the kitchen, "Goodnight everyone." She said and then exited. The stomp of her feet up the stairs could be heard. While the Haitanis were distracting Kimura and Mori. Akashi shook his head to Mikey. That means Senju didn't take the tranquilizer. Whatever if Y/n needs her she'll be conscious enough to wake up. "Where's Kakucho?" he asked the other men, pretending to look around. "He's in the basement setting up the table." Koko had just reentered the kitchen. Looking over at the traitors he added, "The thing is insane. Mikey managed to get it from an actual casino. It's the real deal."

Muffled music could be heard through the floorboards. Mikey jumped off from the island, "He should be done by now. Let's make our way down." The other men followed his lead as he opened the door beside the dining room doorway which led to the basement. "I'll be right down, give me a minute to put something up my nose. HAHA." Sanzu sent the rest off as he remained in the kitchen.

Now as Haruchiyo was sniffing up some party powder, the Bonten traitors were meeting Kakucho's bat. He had been standing at the bottom of the staircase waiting for the two to stand at the foot of the stairs. Jay was the first to notice something was wrong. The basement looked more like a hospital with bright LED lights and white tiles floors. It was too clean, and too fluorescent. There was no casino table, but instead a rolling table. By the time he noticed what was on top of the tray he was smashed by the baseball bat. Nose broken and blood squirting. Ken reacted immediately ran up the stairs only to get kicked in the gut by Rindou. He tumbled to the bottom like a sack of potatoes.

Euphoria, that was all Sanzu could feel when he finally removed his face from the platter. He swung the silver under his pit to keep it in place. You'll be coming with me. The MDMA had made him feel cool, calm, and collected. The cocaine in his system kept him in his body, without it there was the possibility of an outer body experience. The chance of a fuck up happening. Everything felt good, even the way he turned the handle to the basement door. It's all falling into place, all the little pieces, and it's all up to me to deliver the final blow. Just another day in the office.

The moment the door to the basement opened, a shrieking maniacal laugh could be heard. While it sent shivers of bad omen up the traitors' spins, the executives were insatiable; ready to sit back and enjoy Sanzu's performance. It was almost an art form the way the second in command had perfected torture. Heavy, unhurried steps were echoed off the walls of the basement. Gaze forward the entire time until he reached the bottom. He whipped to the side to face the traitors. Bound and gagged they picked their heads up from the fetal positions they were in. With Sanzu's pupils dilated the blue was indistinguishable. His eyes were black. "Would you look at that, we've got RATS in the basement?"

Bonten didn't have a reason to interrogate the double-crossing duo. They knew enough of what information had been shared with the rival gang. The torture was merely just that. Torture. Occasionally Koko would tape these exhibits, blackmail to be used against enemies or lessons to be taught to lower Bonten members. The consensus in Tokyo's underground was the last thing any man wanted to see was Sanzu Haruchiyo approach him with a knife.

The rolling tray had carried all Sanzu's favorite toys.

Chef's knife, two paring knives, serrated switchblade, butcher's knife, boning knife, filleting knife, ice pick, hacksaw. These are a few of my favorite things he sang in his head. Fingers dancing over which he would pick.

Open up, he slowly dragged the filleting knife down flesh.

Hack, sever, slice, slit, carve, gash, chop, tear, pierce, lacerate, slash, stab.

The concept of time was nonexistent, nothing concrete for Sanzu to possess.

Mikey put his hand on Sanzu's shoulder breaking him out of his spell, "I think it's about time we take a break. Let's let em sit in it for a bit." The breaks were not in favor of the traitors; the psychological torture of waiting mixed with the stinging numbing pain they were in would break their minds before they even died. "Sounds great boss! I'm coming down anyways, need another pick me up." Haruchiyo cheesed hard, face splattered with blood. It looked like it could stain his hair, so wet and red. It stained his shirt; splattered almost as damp as the men that had been cut up.

As the executives stretched out their legs, Sanzu put down his latest weapon, and Bonten was about to makes the journey back up into the kitchen. But Ken Mori had wriggled the gag out of his mouth, and yelled,

"BEHOLD, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves! Your sheep will be fed to the wolves!"

Ran Haitani let out a roar of a laugh, "HA! Whatever that fucking means." Koko, Rindou and Sanzu burst out laughing. Kakucho just looked down on the man in disgust and Akashi shook his head. Mikey however stopped, foot still in the air not yet placed on the step of the stair. His eyes darkened and he pinched his eyebrows together. Just as quickly as he had stopped, he started up again being the first to go up.