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Synopsis[Mature content. Chapters occasionally feature art pages.]
Natsuo ended up homeless on the streets of Tokyo and stumbled upon Japan's largest criminal organization, the yakuza. His former classmate Jiro, now a multimillionaire and member of the yakuza, saved him and invited him to live with him - but is he really over their troubled history or is there something else on his mind?
Natsuo's heart always skipped a beat around Jiro, causing him to feel a forbidden attraction to another boy. He had decided to keep his feelings hidden, but could he maintain his distance forever?
Is it possible for the two of them to survive in the world of crime? Ultimately, they had to choose between two options: get killed or fight back.
#yaoi #boylove #r18 #enemiestolovers #japan #drama #dark #sweet #love
Natsuo ended up homeless on the streets of Tokyo and stumbled upon Japan's largest criminal organization, the yakuza. His former classmate Jiro, now a multimillionaire and member of the yakuza, saved him and invited him to live with him - but is he really over their troubled history or is there something else on his mind?
Natsuo's heart always skipped a beat around Jiro, causing him to feel a forbidden attraction to another boy. He had decided to keep his feelings hidden, but could he maintain his distance forever?
Is it possible for the two of them to survive in the world of crime? Ultimately, they had to choose between two options: get killed or fight back.
#yaoi #boylove #r18 #enemiestolovers #japan #drama #dark #sweet #love
Chapter 1 - Prologue
WARNING: violence
A strong rope tightened around the young man's neck as he was lifted from the swamp beneath his knees. The thick and green forest around him swayed in the wind as the evening sun shone through the branches.
It was such a beautiful, warm summer evening and yet it was marred by the incoming sentence of death.
A dark-suited yakuza tugged on the rope as he walked, pulling the trembling young man further into the air. His hands were tied behind his back, making it impossible for him to grasp the knot and try to save himself.
He had once longed for the comfort offered by the afterlife, a way to be free from his struggles and burdens. But now, he only wanted to live and be with the person who was crying beneath his feet, the one he would never be able to hold in his arms again.
The voices of tattooed men encircling him faded from his ears as the burning in his throat worsened with every passing second. He could only hear the muffled sobs coming from the person who had given him a reason to survive, the one he was desperately trying to protect.
His dimming eyes saw the glimpse of the other's white hair as he glanced at him with all the love he could muster. He wanted to reach out and give one last touch to the man he had held in his heart for so long, yet he couldn't, so he stretched out his leg towards him - he managed to stroke his head with the tip of his dirty sneaker, giving him a small reminder of the love he had for him.
Ghosts gathered in the grove to witness his demise as his life slowly withered away. His gaze fell on the pale faces of those who had wronged him, as well as those he had hurt in the past. They all waited for him to join the underworld, ready to accept him as one of their own and take him on his final journey.
The last tears trickled from his blue eyes onto his bruised cheek. Memories flashed across his mind before he was consumed by darkness, taking him into the depths of nothingness.
Death had already tried to take him so many times, but he was always able to outrun it. The rope served as its skeletal hand, squeezing the life out of him as it dragged him closer to its realm, now that he was finally out of luck.
Or was he?
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