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There was an area at the outskirts of Tokyo that one would think twice before even glancing at, riddled with the likes of yakuza and those perfectly content with a life of crime.
With the advancement in technology--in Tokyo no less--the use of payphones was becoming rare. Though modern ones had been developed and were used, cellphones had rendered them to be all but relics.
And yet, on this night, a payphone was used. Blood catching onto the lime-green plastic surface, a lone man slumped against one of the glass walls for support. Though it was midnight, he was still wearing a flashy pair of sunglasses and an equally dazzling smirk, even as he limped all the way to the phone booth.
He wondered how much it would cost to get the blood cleaned out of his favorite leather jacket.
A few rings and he could only sigh with content upon hearing your voice. You sounded so sleepy, he was sure that you had just woken up.
His smirk widening slightly, he purred out,
"Hello, my flower. What say you and I go out for a midnight joyride?"
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You never had much issue with driving with Karamatsu. While riding around town in his sleek, dark blue sports car, you received much attention--looks of yearning and jealousy, all due to being paired with such a cool individual. His tendency to wax poetry often amused you, whereas it left others awestruck but pestered the likes of his brothers.
Though, for someone who had no job, it was a wonder as to how such an expensive car came into his possession.
You had an answer to this, and it was why Karamatsu was waiting outside of your apartment with a satisfied grin, leaning against his car whilst the streetlight shined down on him, reflecting the blood that stained his leather jacket and jeans.
It was just all part of his elaborate, twisted proposal to you.
Karamatsu finally removed his sunglasses when you emerged from the front door to your apartment complex. His stare was affectionate, regardless of his gruesome appearance. He was especially enthralled to see the stuffed, almost overflowing bag that was in your possession.
Before you finally walked towards him, you glanced back at your apartment. After just one more meaningful look, you timidly approached your lover, who proceeded to cup your chin and greet you with a longing kiss. There wasn't anything amiss in his passion. You were just surprised that you weren't completely unnerved by him being affectionate after what he had just done.
He drew you close while his lips trailed over to your ear, offering you warmth against the cool night air. His whisper eased into your ear like warm honey, his sweetness towards you never once faltering.
"Let's go, my flower. To the future that you and I deserve."
Your lover opened the passenger door for you. As you tugged down on your seat belt, your heart was racing as he hopped into the driver's seat and sped away.
When Karamatsu proclaimed that he would win your hand in marriage by single-handedly taking down a yakuza syndicate, you thought he was bluffing. Though, he was not happy when it became apparent that a gang boss had taken a liking to you, as he had heard from the many bars he frequented. He belonged to no gang, save for his literal brotherhood of delinquents. Todomatsu, ever the gossiper, confirmed this, an almost sadistic giggle escaping his lips when he showed pictures he happened to take of the yakuza boss hanging around your apartment.
The thought of your innocence getting mixed with the crime world left him in a cold sweat, while the mere hypothetical idea of another man loving you made his blood boil.
But now, as he drove you out of Tokyo with the twilight hanging over you both, he could rest easy. Should anyone ever attempt to bother you, they would have to answer to him.
There was some French synthwave music quietly playing from speakers of his car--he always did like to appear cultured. The songs made him feel like some sort of 80s action hero. Hours passed and he kept an eye on his rear-view mirrors, just to ensure that no one was following you. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding yours, the seemingly endless stretch of road was for you and him to witness, as though a sign for how vast the possibilities of your future together were.
He was planning on driving you out to the Port of Sakata, where he would offer you the world. All you had to say was any destination that you yearned to see and he would gladly take you there.
Though, he noticed that your hand was squeezing his, almost holding onto it for dear life. He glanced at your face, his smile fading slightly when he noticed how tense you appeared, despite how you tried to maintain conversation with him--on a topic that didn't relate to what had just transpired, of course.
You needed some fresh air. Thankfully, the harbor wasn't far.
It came as an excellent opportunity for him, because that kiss outside your apartment wasn't enough.
Cold air tinged with ocean salt would have made you shiver, were it not for you being in the middle between the heated surface of the car hood and the natural warmth of Karamatsu's body. You wondered if the blood on his clothes had dried or if it was somehow getting onto yours. But as you willingly, eagerly kissed your lover back, taking pleasure in how he transitioned to kissing and biting your neck, groaning out "Mine" against your ear, one thing was for certain:
There was something just so hard to explain about what drew you to Karamatsu, but by now, you were too entangled with him to leave.
And you were more than happy to be along for the ride.