Yakuza's Unexpected Angel
Fire and Ice
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The dim moonlight filtered through the grimy window, casting eerie shadows that danced on the crumbling walls of the cramped room. Yuki's ragged breaths punctuated the stillness as he tossed and turned in a restless sleep, tormented by vivid memories that clawed at the edges of his consciousness.
In the depths of his dream, the scene unfolded with a haunting image of his aunt. Her face contorted in rage, she gripped his throat with a vice-like hold, her fingers digging into his skin. Panic surged through him as he struggled, clawing desperately at her hand, his lungs screaming for air, but his efforts were in vain. A wave of pain and fear surged through his veins, dragging him deeper into despair.
The memory morphed, and suddenly his aunt loomed over him, fists clenched, unleashing a torrent of brutal blows. Each strike left him dazed and helpless, consciousness ebbing away as a distant buzzing drowned out his cries for mercy.
Lost in the fog of half-awareness, Yuki relived an unending cycle of abuse, each painful episode a stark reminder of the torment he had endured since childhood. The room around him faded, consumed by the shadows of his past, until the dream took a darker turn.
In an instant, the oppressive room vanished, replaced by a jarring image of a car skidding on a rain-slicked road, headlights flickering weakly. Inside, Yuki sat with his parents, the tension palpable as rain lashed against the windshield, each drop a heartbeat of dread.
Time slowed as his father fought to regain control of the vehicle, knuckles white with strain. Then, in a sickening moment, the tires lost grip, and the car careened off the road, spiraling into an abyss. Metal crunched violently, echoing in the air, mingling with Yuki's desperate cries for his parents, a symphony of chaos and fear.
Yuki's eyes flew open, a choked gasp escaping his lips as he bolted upright in bed. The remnants of the nightmare clung to him like a shroud, the horrors of the past merging with the present. He clutched the sheets, trembling as he fought to steady his racing heart.
In the stillness of the night, Yuki's soft sobs shattered the silence, his face damp with tears as he fought to control his racing heart. The remnants of his nightmare lingered like an unwelcome specter, conjuring the terror and pain he thought he had escaped. He struggled to steady his breathing, relentless memories replaying like a film in his mind, fueling feelings of helplessness and despair.
Sitting up in bed, his body trembled from the dream's impact. He wiped his tears with a shaky hand, the dark room feeling oppressive. Desperate for a glass of water, he glanced at the empty jug on his nightstand. After a few deep breaths to steady himself, he steeled himself for the short journey to the kitchen.
Once in the hallway, he paused, straining to hear any sounds in the house. The air felt unnervingly still, the silence almost tangible. With trembling fingers, he grasped the cold railing and began his slow, cautious descent. Fear still gripped his heart as he moved quietly, unable to shake the unsettling feeling of being watched amidst the darkness.
He entered the kitchen and refilled the jug before pouring himself a cup of water. After taking a few deep sips, he felt slightly better but still on edge. Emerging from the kitchen, his vision began to blur, and a wave of heat washed over him, followed by an impending headache.
Yuki gripped the jug tightly in his hands as he slowly ascended the stairs, using the railing for support to keep himself steady. Each step felt heavy, his body betraying him as fatigue crept in. When he reached the top, he stepped into a room, unsure if it was his or someone else’s.
Suddenly, the jug slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor as he staggered. Darkness encroached upon him, and before he knew it, he collapsed onto the ground, the world fading into oblivion.
I stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped around my neck, and my stomach dropped at the sight before me. Yuki lay sprawled on the floor of my room, his body limp and unresponsive. A frown tugged at my lips as I walked over, irritation brewing inside me. What an absolute mess.
Arashi(ML)
"Tsk..... what are you doing on the floor, Yuki?” I said, my tone clipped as I nudged him with my foot, kicking him gently.
Arashi(ML)
“Wake up already. You’re supposed to be in your room, not here.”
When he didn’t respond, frustration flared in my chest. I knelt beside him, my patience wearing thin, and pressed my hand against his forehead. The heat radiating from him caught me off guard.
Arashi(ML)
“Damn it,” I muttered, my irritation replaced by concern as I checked his neck, feeling the fire of his fever.
Without thinking, I lifted him off the ground, holding him against me as I carried him to the bed. I laid him down, noticing how his skin burned against the cool sheets.
Arashi(ML)
“This is ridiculous,” I murmured, shaking my head as I grabbed my phone pressing the button that connected to a staff.
Arashi(ML)
“Get a maid up here. Yuki's sick. I need someone to help cool him down,” I ordered, my voice steady despite the unease churning in my gut.
I glanced back at Yuki, his face pale and damp with sweat. There was no time for weakness, not in this world.
Arashi(ML)
“You better pull through,” I said quietly, more to myself than to him, already strategizing how to handle this unexpected situation.
Arashi(ML)
As I paced the room, the sound of footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal a maid. She looked at me, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes.
Maid
“Oyabun,” she greeted politely, her tone respectful.
Arashi(ML)
Listen,” I said, cutting straight to the point. “Yuki’s burning up with a fever. I need you to help him cool down.”
Arashi(ML)
I gestured toward the bed. “Get some damp cloths. Place them on his forehead and neck. He needs to drop this temperature quickly.”
She nodded, moving efficiently around the room, but I pressed on.
Arashi(ML)
“Make sure to check his temperature regularly. If it gets any higher, we need to call a doctor immediately. I can’t have him in this state; he’s valuable to me.”
Maid
“Understood, sir,” she replied, moving with purpose toward the bathroom to grab the supplies.
Arashi(ML)
“Also,” I added, my voice firm, “don’t let him drink any cold water. Room temperature is fine. We don’t want to shock his system right now. Just keep an eye on him until he stabilizes.”
With a swift nod, the maid set to work. I sat down beside him, observing her as she busied herself.
Arashi(ML)
"And make sure you’re quiet—no unnecessary noise. He needs to rest,” I instructed, crossing my arms.
Maid
The maid nodded again, focused on her task. “Of course, Oyabun.”
Arashi(ML)
“Good," I replied, my heartbeat steadying as I felt a sense of control returning to the situation.
As the maid worked diligently by the bed, I began pacing the room, my mind racing with possibilities. What if Yuki didn’t recover quickly? What if this wasn't just a simple fever? I shook my head, pushing away those dark thoughts.
Arashi(ML)
I pulled out my phone and dialed my doctor, keeping my voice low but firm.
Arashi(ML)
“I have someone under my care with a high fever. I need a consultation—possible immediate advice on treatment,” I stated. It wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.
I hung up just as the maid moved over to check Yuki’s temperature again, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Arashi(ML)
“Anything?” I asked, keeping my tone steady.
Maid
“Still high, sir, but I’m keeping the cloths on him,” she replied, her focus unwavering.
Arashi(ML)
I nodded, my instinct to take charge kicking in. “Get a thermometer from the kitchen. And grab any fever reducers we have. We might need them if he doesn't cool down soon.”
As I stood at the foot of the bed, I glanced down at Yuki’s pale face, my heart heavy with an unusual sense of protectiveness. It was absurd—I rarely felt this anxious about anyone’s well-being. Yet here I was, caught off guard by the intensity of it.
Arashi(ML)
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. It wasn’t just about me; it was about keeping things under control.
Arashi(ML)
“Stay focused,” I reminded myself.
Whatever feelings stirred beneath the surface had to remain buried for the time being.
As the minutes passed, I found myself glancing at Yuki more often than I’d intended. Each time my eyes fell on his pale face, a strange weight settled in my chest, something I wasn’t accustomed to feeling. Concern? Was I really worrying about him?
Arashi(ML)
I frowned, irritation bubbling to the surface. “Get it together, Arashi,” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. “He’s just a kid—a possession.”
But the words felt hollow, the ownership I’d once felt slipping through my fingers like sand.
Arashi(ML)
The maid returned with the thermometer, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.
Maid
“Let’s see how high it is now,” she said, gently placing it under Yuki’s arm.
Arashi(ML)
As I stood there, uneasy feelings coursed through me, and I tried to dismiss them. “Why do I care so much? It’s ridiculous.” I crossed my arms tightly, a subconscious way of holding my composure.
But the truth gnawed at me: seeing him like this—vulnerable and helpless—stirred something more than just irritation. It challenged my reputation, my stoic facade. I didn’t like it; it felt like a weakness.
Arashi(ML)
“Stop acting like a worried mother,” I hissed under my breath, pacing away from the bed, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn’t fully grasp.
My world was built on strength and control, and here I was, teetering on the edge of something uncharted.
Arashi(ML)
When the maid reported the temperature—still too high—I felt a surge of frustration.
Arashi(ML)
“Get the doctor on the phone again,” I ordered, biting back a growl.
Was it really this difficult to get one person to recover?
I turned my attention back to Yuki, who remained unconscious on the bed.
Arashi(ML)
“You’d better pull yourself together,” I muttered, fighting the urge to sit down beside him and keep him company.
Anger mixed with anxiety, creating a storm inside me. I wasn’t sure how to handle this new layer of emotion, but I would figure it out. I always did.
I paced the room, my mind racing as I waited for the doctor to arrive. Yuki lay on the bed, his body flushed with fever, and a sense of urgency clawed at me. I had no patience for weakness, especially not now. I glanced at the clock, the seconds ticking by like a slow torture, each moment amplifying my irritation.
Doctor
Finally, the door swung open, and the doctor rushed in, breathless. “I’m sorry, Oyabun—”
Arashi(ML)
“Late,” I interrupted, my voice low and dangerous. “You’re late. Do you know how serious this is?” My glare pinned him in place, the air thick with tension.
He stammered an apology, and I waved him off, focusing on Yuki instead.
The doctor hurried to Yuki’s side, checking his pulse and temperature. I stood over them, arms crossed, watching every move he made.
Doctor
“He’s burning up,” the doctor muttered, his brow furrowing. “He’s weak, hasn’t been eating well. He needs proper care, enough sleep, and I’ll prescribe some medications to help him recover.”
Weakness. The word echoed in my mind like a death knell. I clenched my jaw, suppressing the surge of frustration that threatened to spill over.
Arashi(ML)
“Make sure he gets what he needs,” I commanded, my tone icy. “Or else you know what'll happen ”
Doctor
The doctor nodded, scribbling down prescriptions before gathering his things. “I’ll check back in a few days.”
He said, but I barely registered his words.
My focus was solely on Yuki, the boy who had unwittingly wandered into my life and now lay vulnerable before me.
Once the doctor left, I turned my attention to the maid who had been lingering in the doorway, her eyes wide with concern.
Arashi(ML)
“Leave,” I ordered, my voice dripping with menace.
She hesitated, fear flickering across her face, but the intensity of my stare compelled her to obey. She closed the door behind her, sealing us in the silence of the room.
I sat on the edge of the bed, glaring down at Yuki’s unconscious form.
Arashi(ML)
“If you think this is some kind of game for sympathy or attention, you’re mistaken,” I hissed, my voice low and threatening. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. I didn’t earn my reputation for being coldhearted for nothing. If you’re hoping for pity, you’ll find none here. You will still get what’s coming to you.”
With a final, contemptuous glance at him, I stood and moved to the door, locking it with a decisive click. The sound echoed in the stillness, a reminder of the barriers I maintained. I returned to the bed, sliding under the covers beside him, the fabric cool against my skin.
As I settled in, I glanced at Yuki one last time, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across his features. He looked so fragile, so vulnerable, and yet something within me stirred—a strange mix of protectiveness and irritation. I pushed the feeling aside, forcing my eyes to close. Sleep claimed me quickly, but my thoughts remained tangled in the chaos of what lay ahead. I would not let weakness define me. I would ensure he understood that this was no game.
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