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[THIRD POV]

"I've made my decision."

The five wealthy men paled; their hearts froze, and if they were being honest, their hands suddenly became cold.

Judging from (Y/N)'s silent and saddened expression, her decision probably reflected that and meant something far from what they wanted.

"I want to leave the mansion," she says; the five wealthy men's heart practically broke right from that sentence alone, "I... I don't want to spend my entire life here."

She stepped a bit back, rubbing her arm as that sentence slipped out of her lips. She was honest, she couldn't imagine spending the rest of her life here in the mansion.

"I... I see," Keiji says, his voice partly cracking, "Well, if that is your decision; we can do nothing but to support you."

She explained to them where she wanted to go and live on her own, somewhere she felt comfortable with. She explained specifically what she was going to do- she was going to go back to work, and live her life normally again.

The men helped (Y/N) pack her things; they wanted her to keep everything they have given her, which she denied at first, but she was forced to take everything.

The clothes Keiji designed for her.

The flower crown that Kei and her made.

The Super Mario game and console that Kenma and her played.

The apron she wore with Koutarou when they baked. 

And the same old fish bowl with new fish inside from Tetsurou.

They were all just mere memories that she packed. She was sad, but this was the ultimate decision she made. She just couldn't see a life with these men.

The men supplied (Y/N) with a small load of cash for her to start off with, as all of the money she had earned had been donated when the men cleared her former apartment. It was enough for (Y/N) to get a simple apartment or house in the city, or wherever she was going.

As the last box was packed inside of the moving truck, the five men stood in front of their mansion, watching (Y/N) close the truck with a key. She stuffed it in her pocket, walking up to the five men.

"I guess this is it," Kenma mumbled, "We're... sorry (Y/N)."

"Why are you apologizing Kenma?" she sadly smiled, "I should be the one who's saying sorry; I've been a burden to you guys since day one."

"Well you were an amazing burden," Tetsurou muttered, "You're probably the only girl I'd ever want to kidnap."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment or..."

"Think of it as a flirt," Tetsurou winked, "I am quite a charming man, aren't I?"

"Even when I am departing, you still find ways to make me smile," she says, "I'm glad I got to meet you, Tetsu."

"I am blessed to have met you, (Y/N)."

She ran in for a hug, engulfing her face with his hoodie; she could smell the faint scent of the cologne that only he wore. 

Letting go, she gave each one of the men a big and warm hug; at Koutarou, he grabbed her, lifting her up and squeezing her ever-so tightly.

"Kou," she says, "You are- tight..."

"Hey, I'm the one who's supposed to say that."

"W-"

"Kou!" 

He snickered, putting (Y/N) back on the ground. 

He was smiling, but deep down, he was falling apart.

"Do you really have to go, (Y/N)?" he asks her, wanting (Y/N) to hurry up and change her mind.

"I do," she answered, "I don't want to continue living a life like this..."

"But we can literally give you everything!" Koutarou exclaims, "Money, food- you don't even have to work."

"I don't want to be under your guys' care, respectfully," (Y/N) says, "I'm..."

"I'm just not that type of of woman."

Nostalgia hit them like a train...

That is exactly what she stated at the beginning of their relationship.

And it is now one of the last things she is stating now.

"I guess... you have lived up to that," Kei responds, "We... apologize for kidnapping you."

"I'm actually kind of thankful that you guys took me away," she admitted rather shyly, "I wouldn't have met such kind people."

"(Y/N), you always kept reminding us about how we kidnapped you," Kenma says, "And now you're being indebted?"

"Well back then... I didn't really know you guys, I didn't know your intentions," she sighed, "But now I do; you guys just wanted someone to love, to laugh, to cry, and to spend the rest of your lives with."

"It's strange, you men were the same men my ex rivaled with..."

The memories of those events that happened years ago caused a chill run their spine, as (Y/N) had such a significant role.  

"I just... don't know why you want to leave," Kenma replied, his eyes diverting away from (Y/N)'s gaze, "You have everything you need, everything you could ever want. With us, you can do anything."

"Maybe I am just being stupid," (Y/N) says, "But, even I don't know my own reason for leaving."

"You are right that I will have everything here, food, water, clothes, everything," (Y/N) says, "But it doesn't seem right for me anymore; I don't want to be under the care of another man or men."

"I want to do all of that myself."

And there it was, the independent (Y/N) that has finally shown itself. 

Since she was in high-school, she was under the care of Daishou Suguru. Running away from him, she found herself in the same position years later. It was a repetitive process that was bound to happen again, stated by Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"We respect your decision," Keiji finalizes, "We will hope you the best for your journey then."

"Don't forget (Y/N)," Tetsurou says, "We will always be here if you want to come back."

"We'll always be open if you want to talk." Kenma says.

"We'll always be there to love you." Koutarou says.

"And," Kei sighs, "We'll be here to help you if you need anything."

"We promise that."

"Thank you, everyone."

"Keiji."

"Kei."

"Kenma."

"Koutarou."

"And Tetsurou."

"Thank you for everything."

With the final goodbyes, (Y/N) goes inside of the moving truck, driving off to who knows where. The five men watch as the truck disappears, it was the last time any of them would ever see her. 

(Y/N) never got to see what happened behind her as she drove off; she was emotionless, but she knew what she wanted to do. 

The five wealthy men stood in front of the mansion.

All slowly breaking down; the façade they had worn was slowly wearing off, and with their one and only beloved (L/N) (F/N) gone, they could only fall into the deep hole of despair.

They were back at square one, with no woman to love, no woman to care for. 

Back at square one.

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

A lot of time has passed; seriously, a lot. 

About fifteen or so years have passed from when (Y/N) had made the big decision to leave the five wealthy men, and since then, they have heard no word from her.

Nothing. 

It was if she was just a mere memory, a mere one-night stand that turned messy.

The gang life had calmed down, mostly, everyone was allies. No one had any fight or argument, the gangs worked to keep peace between each other.

The five wealthy men strayed no further from this. 

"Ugh," Koutarou laid his head back against the couch, feeling tired, "I don't want to grow up anymore. It's so boring."

"Stop complaining and do your damn taxes," Keiji clicked his tongue at Koutarou, "I have been doing your taxes for you for the last what, twenty-years?"

"Do it twenty more then," Koutarou lazily replied, turning his phone on to see the beautiful wallpaper of (Y/N) on his lock screen, "You always do these things for me, Keiji."

"Yeah, and that's the problem."

"What's your deal man?" Koutarou shot back, "You have been so sour ever since (Y/N) left us, are you still upset about that?"

"I'm not fretting about her, I don't know what you're talking about," Keiji lied through his teeth, "Stop making things up to excuse yourself. Do your taxes."

"Fuck you Keiji." Koutarou rolled his eyes.

He didn't retort, as it would make matters worse. The two Fukurodani gang members worked in silence, until Kei, Tetsurou, and Kenma all returned.

However, they looked more stressed than the two men doing taxes.

"Guys," Kei says, Keiji and Koutarou raise their heads up, "We got something in the mail."

"I swear to God if it's more taxes, I'll fucking throw T-"

"No, it has (Y/N)'s name on it."

Keiji and Koutarou stop in their tracks.

"What?"

The five men all gathered at the dining-room, staring at the singular white envelope sitting on the wooden material. They examined the exterior, seeing (Y/N)'s full name clear on top of it. 

"She sent this?" Keiji asks them.

"It was on top of the doorstep when we entered," Kenma answered, "There's no return address, no nothing. Just the letter."

"So... we can't confirm if this is from her exactly?"

"Well maybe if you open it, we could see if it really is her," Koutarou said, "I don't get why you're all hesitating."

"It's been what, fifteen years since we've last seen her?" Kei tells him, "Why would she send a letter instead of a phone text or something?"

"Maybe it broke, you know how she is."

The four of them roll their eyes; Koutarou sighs, grabbing the white envelope and ripping it open. 

The four men were in shock at Koutarou's reckless action, and as they were going to scold at him for doing so, Koutarou held up a white, thick card, with a simple message inscribed on it.

𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓧𝓧𝓧 𝓢𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓔𝓣. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓣𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀; 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷.

It didn't take them long to understand what was happening. 

The five men prepared themselves for this letter; it was short and sweet, like (Y/N).

But it was anonymous.

If it was (Y/N), they could finally see her and talk to her.

They could hear her voice.

They could see her beautifulness.

Hell, they could even see her smiling.

It was all of the sudden, but they didn't care.

They would be seeing (Y/N), and that's all that mattered.

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

They stood in front of the vacant restaurant, where there was all but one person inside. Apart from the workers, there was a single person inside.

The men walked in, and they were met with the waitress. 

"We are meeting with someone here," Keiji informs her, "I don't know if they are here yet."

"They are," she leads them to the table in the very back of the restaurant, "This place is closed, the customer over there bought it for the day."

'(Y/N) would never waste money to do this...'

The men were puzzled, but they nonetheless sat opposite to the singular. The waitress brought them drinks, but their attention was fitted on the man in front of them.

The man that wasn't (Y/N).

It wasn't even a man.

"Hi," he casually greeted, "I am glad you all accepted my invitation."

"Kenma, please tell me that there isn't a boy sitting in front of us."

"There is."

Sitting in front of the five wealthy men, and the sender of the letter, was only a boy. He looked young, he had dark brown hair, a newspaper cap, and a smile.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Please um... tone the language down," the boy said to them, "We are in a professional setting."

"Professional my ass," Tetsurou slammed his hands on the table, causing the glasses to clink, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Relax, please," the boy simply replied, "Everything will soon be understandable, you all just need to calm down-"

"Calm down?" Kei asks him rather curtly, "Why the fuck do you know (Y/N)'s name? Was the letter intended for her? Are you some gang-runner?"

Gang runners were young people used to send things like drugs or "packages" to other gang members. They were paid with housing or cool things that attracted them, and it was easy to persuade them.

"I'm not a gang runner," the boy sighed, "But I do know (Y/N)."

"How?"

All five of the men were pissed off; they assumed this boy was playing a joke on them, which wasn't funny. They sincerely thought they would be meeting with (Y/N).

"Let's save that for later," he says, "I am an interviewer, and I would like to interview you five men."

"We're not a group of celebrities," Kei told him coldly, "You're wasting our time."

"I am not," he says, "This whole thing will not only be beneficial to me."

"But to you five as well."

"I don't understand," Tetsurou says, "First of all, why do you know (L/N) (F/N)?"

"Who doesn't? To be honest, her name is popular, especially in this city," he responded, "After all, it is no coincidence of this location, right?"

They had realized where they were; as soon as (Y/N) left them, le café nuit had also gone out of business. It was a strange correlation.

But the restaurant that replaced it was the very same restaurant that they are sitting in right now. 

Highly odd coincidence indeed.

"Does that at least give you some sort of credibility as to who I am?" the boy asks them, "I have interviewed (Y/N), and now I am interviewing you five."

"Why did you interview her- wait," Koutarou got up, "Is she in this city?!"

"All will be answered as soon as the interview is complete," the boy says, "I assure you that everything I say and ask will stay confidential-"

"I don't give a fuck if it stays secret or not," Kei interrupts him, "Who the fuck is your employer? Your boss?"

"That also stays anonymous until this interview is complete," the boy answers; he takes out a single notepad and a pen, looking up at the five men unfazed, "Let me remind you that I will answer every inquiry you five have."

"How the fuck will we know that you'll do that?"

"I thought my credibility given just seconds ago was good enough."

"You said (Y/N) is famous; how will we know that you don't just know her because she is famous, but instead in the way your tone is implying?"

The atmosphere was tense; the five men were irritated with this boy who had seemed to know their past lover. The thing that made it worse was the fact that he was so vague, so unclear and very carefree with the usage of (L/N) (F/N)'s status.

Who was this boy?

"Give us a fucking answer or we'll-"

"Fish bowl." Tetsurou stopped in his movements when he pointed at him.

"Designer clothes." he pointed at Keiji.

"Apron." he pointed at Koutarou.

"Wilted flower crown." he pointed at Kei.

"Super Mario video game and console." he pointed at Kenma.

"Does that information alone help you prove my credibility?"

They were frozen. It was like as if the air got thicker- as if the coldness from the North Pole had paid them a visit.

How the hell did this boy know the exact parting gifts they gave (Y/N) fifteen years ago?

It was truly strange indeed, but it was enough for them to initiate a civil conversation.

"Talk."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

"I have learned basically everything I needed to get." the boy closes his notebook."

And he hadn't written anything down in it.

For the past two hours, the five men and this anonymous boy have been talking; the latter had been asking them various questions with the men answering them.

He specifically asked them personal questions, such as what (Y/N) was to them or what happened after the two parties split up.

Keiji continued working as the CEO of the Fukurodani Fashion Company.

Koutarou gave up fighting, retiring like Sakusa. 

Tetsurou continued working in his lab, but he started to create things like vaccines and medicines that helped the health organizations around the world.

Kei continued working in the forensics field with his two new partners Koganegawa Kanji and Kyotani Kentaro. 

And Kenma began working as an unofficial undercover hacker for many different companies, putting people like scammers and other people who misuse their power in jail. 

All five of them, however, like most men and women, detached from the gang life. 

When the boy had learned all of this, he was quite impressed. 

"In comparison to you five many years ago, it is astounding to see the level of change," he says, "You five are still some of the best men (Y/N) has ever met."

"Well yeah, now that we're done with this shit," Tetsurou says, "Now you have to answer to us."

"But of course."

He put his things away on a side bag he carried, then he faced the five men who looked desperate.

"I will answer every question you have, but just know that the more questions you ask, the less you will know."

"That doesn't make any sense," Kei says, "That just defies the point of asking."

"Then I guess it depends on what you ask me," the boy gives the men a small smile, "You can start now."

"Who are you?" would have seemed like it would be their first question.

But it wasn't.

"Where is (Y/N)?"

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

The boy did not answer, instead, he led them to a building.

Taking a ten minute walk from the restaurant to the building, the men could only wonder why he was quiet the entire time.

Entering the building, the boy had talked with the woman at the receptionist desk. As they waited for the boy to return, the five wealthy men couldn't help notice where they were.

"Is... is this a hospital?" Tetsurou asks them, to which the four of them now realized what setting this was. 

"Wait-"

"We are ready, let's go." the boy interrupted.

The boy and the five men walk down the corridor, passing by various white rooms that seemed empty. They saw hospital beds, trays, carts, the common things they'd see at a hospital. 

Their hearts stopped when they feet did; the boy and the five men were met with a singular door. The window beside the door had its blinds turned in a way where they couldn't see what was inside. 

But they knew what was inside, as their eyes trailed to the name tag attached to the door was visible.

The boy, with no hesitation, opened the door to the room. He entered first, and the five men entered afterwards.

Their eyes met with the body on the bed, along with various tubes connected with the said body. 

But the fact that it was her, laying on the bed, looking lifeless.

Just broke their heart even more.

"(Y/N)...?"

The cracked voice made the (H/C) haired girl open her eyes slowly. Her eyes then slowly rolled to the men and the boy, but they stopped at the boy's eyes first.

She weakly motioned for the boy to come closer to her; he did so, and the two had a small conversation.

The men were off to the side, trying to understand what was going on.

(Y/N) was in a hospital bed,