Mouse Trap [Oneshots] Blood Oath-5

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the school gate, but Ren doesn’t care about scenery right now. He’s late—fifteen whole minutes.

The black Mercedes door slams shut behind him as he scans the crowd of uniforms and laughing teens spilling into the street. His sharp eyes flicker from face to face.

No sign of you.

He frowns. You’re always here. Always waiting right outside the gate, arms crossed and lips pouting because he’s “always fashionably late.”

He checks his phone. No texts. No missed calls.

His gut tightens.

He steps out, storming toward a group of girls.

Ren

“Hey. Have you seen Y/N Himura?”

One of them flinches, blinking rapidly.

“U-uh... I saw her walking that way, I think. A while ago.”

He doesn’t thank her. Doesn’t even pause. He’s already moving, slipping between people, heart pounding harder with each unanswered call. Once. Twice. Three times.

Each ring claws at his mind like a curse.

Then his voice cuts like steel as he calls his men.

Ren

“She’s missing. Track every street camera near the school. I want every exit, alley, blind spot covered. Now.”

He paces the sidewalk, breath shallow.

Ren

"Where are you, princess?"

Scene Shift — Underground Den

The room is dark. It smells of blood, sweat, stale cigarettes, and expensive leather. The only light comes from flickering overhead bulbs that cast a sickly, greenish glow.

Your body aches.

Your wrists are bound tightly behind the cold metal chair, and the straps around your ankles bite into your skin. They took off the gag when you stopped fighting. Now you just sit—silent. Watching. Waiting.

Across the room, a man lounges on a leather couch like he owns the place.

Kiyoshi Arata.

He’s dressed like a villain in a movie—tailored suit, rings glinting on every finger. His slicked-back hair gleams under the dim light, save for a single rebellious strand that softens his cruel features just enough to unnerve you.

Kiyoshi Arata

“You’re surprisingly calm,” *says, swirling his drink.*

Kiyoshi Arata

“I thought you’d be screaming by now.”

Y/N

"......."

He rises. Each step echoes—slow, purposeful. You don’t flinch when he crouches in front of you, but your skin crawls from the coldness in his eyes.

Kiyoshi Arata

“You still trust him, don’t you?” *whispers.* “That bastard dog—Ren.”

Your fingers twitch.

He sees it.

A cruel chuckle leaves his throat.

Kiyoshi Arata

“Ah. There it is. That flicker. That pathetic hope.”

He leans in close, voice dropping into your ear like poison.

Kiyoshi Arata

“Don’t you know he’s the one who killed your daddy?”

Your breath catches.

The words crack across your soul like thunder.

Your heart stalls. Then lurches. You stare at him—mouth dry, eyes wide.

Y/N

“You’re lying,” *you manage, hoarsely.*

Kiyoshi Arata

*tilts his head, watching you like a hawk.* "Am I?"

Kiyoshi Arata

“You didn’t even deny it properly. Deep down... you already knew, didn’t you?”

No. No, you didn’t.

You want to scream. To cry. To hit him, hit Ren, hit yourself. But your mind spins, and your chest tightens, and you can’t stop the ache building in your throat.

Kiyoshi grabs your chin. You try to pull away, but he forces your gaze to his.

Kiyoshi Arata

“What’s this? Did he already break your mind? Oh, wait...”

Kiyoshi Arata

*eyes darken as they trail lower.* “Or maybe just your body?”

Y/N

*shudder*

Kiyoshi Arata

*Smirk*

Kiyoshi Arata

“Tell me, sweetheart,” *drawls, fingers brushing your shoulder.*

Kiyoshi Arata

“Did you sleep with him? The man who murdered your father?”

Y/N

“Don’t—touch me!” *you snarl*

Laughter rises around you. His men, hidden in the corners, step into the light. Their eyes gleam with twisted delight.

Kiyoshi’s thumb drags lightly along your throat.

Kiyoshi Arata

“Feisty little thing. Cute when you’re angry.”

Y/N

*lips tremble.* “He didn’t kill my father...”

Kiyoshi Arata

*smiles*

Kiyoshi Arata

“Are you sure? He was Daiki Himura’s right-hand. The only one close enough to stab him in the back. You really think a stray like Ren earned his place by wagging his tail?”

Kiyoshi leans in closer, breath heavy with whiskey.

Kiyoshi Arata

“You’re just his toy, little doll. And when he’s done playing—he’ll break you.”

Y/N

"N-no.."

Then

BOOM

The door explodes off its hinges. Wood splinters. Screams erupt.

Men scramble for their guns.

Too late.

Ren’s already inside.

His coat clings to him, soaked—maybe rain, maybe blood. His eyes are wild, sharp, blazing like ice set on fire. One hand grips a gun. The other, a knife slick with red.

BANG.

One man crumples to the ground, blood blooming like a flower.

Another shot. Another scream. Two more fall before they can even react.

You stare, paralyzed.

Kiyoshi Arata

*staggers up.* “How the hell did he—”

Ren

“Shut. Up.” *his voice is death itself.*

Ren

*strides through the chaos, eyes locked on Kiyoshi.* “Touch her again, and I’ll skin you alive.”

Kiyoshi grabs his gun—bang!—Ren shoots it clean out of his hand.

Then he’s in front of you. His knife slices through your restraints, arms catching you as your body collapses forward.

You slump into him.

He holds you like you’re made of porcelain and fire at once.

Behind him, Kiyoshi coughs, blood trailing down his chin.

Kiyoshi Arata

“She knows now, doesn’t she? I told her. About Daiki. About you.”

Ren

"......."

Ren doesn’t flinch.

He turns—gun raised.

Kiyoshi Arata

*smirk wavers.* “You wouldn’t.”

Ren

*His smile is cold. Dead.*

Ren

“Say less.”

BANG.

Silence.

He turns back to you, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face with trembling fingers.

Y/N

"Ren..."

Ren

“I’m sorry I was late,” he whispers.

Your vision blurs. Not from fear.

From ache.

From everything you don’t understand—everything you still want to believe.

You fall into his arms anyway.

Because even if the truth is tearing your world apart...

Right now, he’s the only place you feel safe.