I don't want to hurt you, baby, but you disobeyed my rules 

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[THIRD POV]

"You fucking bitch." 

Oikawa and (Y/N) turn their heads to the entrance of the pool hall, seeing five angry faces. 

Tetsurou, Koutarou, Kei, Keiji, and Kenma all shot death glares to not only Oikawa but to (Y/N) too. 

"What the fuck are you doing on Tooru (Y/N)?!" Koutarou yelled, stomping towards her as they saw that (Y/N) was straddling Oikawa.

"Uh-"

Koutarou lifted (Y/N), throwing her over his shoulder and showing Oikawa her mark; the other four stood beside Koutarou, all pointing at the brand on her lower left thigh. 

"(Y/N) belongs to us, not you," Tetsurou snapped, "You touched our property, you pay."

"Put me down!" (Y/N) tried to escape Koutarou's tight grip, but it was no use. The latter was much stronger than (Y/N).

All of them ignored her, they were staring down at Oikawa Tooru.

"You should know the consequences of making a move on what we own," Keiji said lowly, "The punishment goes to you or her."

The thing is, if you hurt or commit a sexual activity (even just kissing) to someone's property, there is a heavy consequence towards the property or to the person who "hurt" the property.

"You are forgetting something; the only thing that opposes this rule is that if it was an agreed wager or bet," Oikawa smirked, "I made a bet with (Y/N), she lost, and she was fully aware of what she had to do if she lost."

"You knew," Kei scoffed, "You always do that same trick with every woman."

"What can I say," Oikawa shrugged, "A man wants what a man wants."

"Fuck off."

The five men dragged (Y/N) to their rooms, ignoring the calls from Oikawa and the others. When they reached the luxury room, they threw (Y/N) on the bed, glaring at her as she was still in her swimming suit. 

"(Y/N), what the fuck?!" Koutarou yelled at her, "You agreed to that fucking bet with Tooru?!"

"I don't see what the problem is," (Y/N) told them, "So I lost a bet with Oikawa, what much of a problem does that make? He's your ally, right?"

"Ally or not, you don't fucking belong to him," Kenma said, "You might have forgotten, but we're going to remind you again; you belong to us, we own you. You are our property."

"Or do we need to enlarge that brand of yours and move it to somewhere more noticeable?" 

(Y/N) shook her head at them.

"What is wrong with me kissing Oikawa?! I just lost a bet! That was it!"

"(Y/N), you're a property. In a gang, you cannot make sultry moves on something someone else owns," Kei told her, "That is what causes fights."

"It was a bet that I lost."

"The fact that you agreed to it makes us even angrier," Tetsurou said, "Abiding by the rules, we can't punish you or Tooru."

'But we can punish you for our own reasons."

The five men started to mumble among themselves, thinking of a way to make (Y/N) pay for what she did. 

The thing is (again), in a gang, when you're a property, and a wager is made against you, you have the right to accept or decline it; in this case, (Y/N) accepted it, which means she was fully aware of what would happen if, in this case again, Oikawa won. 

Since (Y/N) agreed to it, knowing that she would kiss Oikawa if she lost, it made all of the wealthy men mad. 

Because she had the choice of declining it.

"It's not like I like him like that..." she muttered; the five men heard her clearly, "He's attractive to my eyes, not my heart."

They didn't say anything in response to that, they kept talking to each other quietly.

Until something came up.

"(Y/N)," Keiji said, "Kawanishi was your friend, right?"

She nodded slowly, not knowing where they were going with this. 

"He died because we killed him," Keiji told her nonchalantly, "Judging from your reaction earlier in the meeting, you don't like it when you see or hear people's deaths, right?"

She again nodded slowly. 

"I see," he devilishly smirked, "(Y/N), there's a black dress in the closet, I want you to wear it."

"What about-"

They all started to make their way out of the room, Keiji stayed back, staring straight at (Y/N).

"We're going somewhere. So get changed."

He left without another word, closing and locking the door behind him.

The five wealthy men were infuriated with (Y/N).

But they knew how to put her back in her place.

Back in her submissive, obedient place. 

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

(Y/N) changed into the said black dress; it looked foreign. It was short sleeved, went down just below her ass, and it had a v cut on the right thigh. 

One thing was for sure, it showed her brand.

The men came in without warning, but they came in with things (Y/N) didn't recognize.

First, it was a new pair of cuffs; these looked more like shackles than cuffs.

Kenma roughly put them on her, tightening them more than usual. 

Second, Keiji gave her a gold chain and a gold ring. She was ordered not to take them off. Well, she couldn't anyway, her wrists were chained.

And finally, Tetsurou unknowingly injected her with some sort of serum. When she felt the sting in her neck, she immediately panicked, but the men held her down to keep her from thrashing around. Once Tetsurou sealed it with a simple lotion, she immediately started to question them.

"It's precautionary," Tetsurou simply explained, "If you somehow went missing from this event that we're going to, and you get taken away from us, the serum will put you asleep."

"Why do I need to be asleep if I were to be kidnapped?"

"So they don't kill you."

"Why would they kill me?!"

"Because apparently you don't know how to shut your mouth when someone makes a wager with you," Kenma said, "If they make something with you, you might just agree with it."

Her lips pushed into a thin line, they were still very bitter about her decision, but she didn't care.

'You guys kidnapped me, drugged me, forced me to live with you guys... now you take me to a gang meeting and get mad at me when I kiss someone.'

But then something dawned to her.

"Where's Kou?"

"He already left; our friend is dropping him off."

"Oh."

Kei looked at his watch, nodding at Keiji.

"It's time we start heading out."

"Okay," Keiji took (Y/N)'s wrist, pulling her up, "You're with me and Tetsurou."

She nodded, it's not like she had a choice anyway.

All of them went down the stairs, passing by the towelled men and women; they all stared in horror, they knew where they were taking (Y/N).

Oikawa especially, but then again, he didn't do anything wrong, right? He did something that was in bounds with the gang laws, anything happening afterwards meant nothing to him. 

"Don't do too much to her~!" Oikawa called out from the front door, "She'll probably become worse than she already is."

'Thanks Oikawa...'

Oikawa winked at (Y/N) before she was pushed into the car by Tetsurou. Keiji was driving one of the black cars with Tetsurou in the passenger seat. As they buckled (Y/N), she wondered about her fish.

"Who will take care of my fish?"

"Sugawara will," Keiji answered bluntly, "Now stay quiet until we get there."

'Who's Sugawara?'

Shutting her mouth, seeing that they're both irritated, she waited in the car until they showed up in front of what seemed like a club.

They parked their car beside another two black cars before taking (Y/N) out; the three of them met up with Kenma and Kei, both having the same silent scowls plastered on their faces.

They led (Y/N) into the place, they briefly showed their IDs to the bouncer before they allowed them entrance.

"Wait," the bouncer put his hands on (Y/N), "Who is this?"

"Don't fucking touch her," Tetsurou spat, pulling his hands off of (Y/N), "She's with us."

"Apologies-"

"Yeah, you better be fucking sorry; don't touch what's not yours."

The bouncer stayed silent, sighing almost as they all gave him death glares.

'Aren't they being... a bit too angry right now?'

She decided to also stay silent, she didn't want them to yell at her like how they yelled at the bouncer.

Upon entering the unknown place, there were already people howling in the background. 

It was a very dark room, with only a few lights illuminating the place. There were metal chairs and things for people to sit on, but most of them were standing. All of them looked similar to the men, which made (Y/N) realize something.

They weren't wearing suits, they weren't wearing anything fancy. Instead, they were wearing casual clothing- black jeans, black hoodies, sports shoes, Keiji himself even had a chain hanging off to the side of his pants.

"Tsk," Kei clicked his tongue, "They haven't even started yet."

"It's fine, let's just go to our seats."

As they walked to their seats, which was on the top floor where they could see everything below them, (Y/N) realized something.

'This... this is a boxing ring...'

She sat down in between Kenma and Tetsurou. Tetsurou's arm slung over her shoulder before trailing to her back, allowing her to sit back.

"Listen babe, we're in Koutarou's workplace," he said to her, "Out of all of us, he's the only one that you haven't seen in work yet."

It was true; she had seen Keiji's intricate clothing designs, Kenma's hacking, Kei's notebook full of autopsy reports, and even Tetsurou's lab.

But she has never seen Koutarou's "workplace".

"W-What is his job?"

At the same time, Koutarou appeared in the said boxing ring, with his shirt off and only in shorts and sports shoes, behind him was a orange-haired guy that (Y/N) recognized.

'I-Isn't that Hinata...?'

"The man doesn't like to bring his job up to females; he thinks that they'll see him differently," Tetsurou says, "But me being his best-friend, well Keiji is his number one, but me and Koutarou are the same age so. Anyway, me being his best-friend, I've seen him do many things in his work."

"One of them being a trainer for the small shrimp over there."

(Y/N) watched as the orange haired guy got behind the lines of the boxing ring, sitting down on the metal chair as another person entered the ring.

He looked very young; he had purplish hair, one that (Y/N) actually recognized.

Her eyes widened.

"That's-"

"I went through the trouble scheduling this in such short notice," Kei said from behind (Y/N), "So you better watch it with your full attention."

"What if I don't want to?"

"You don't want to know."

(Y/N) stiffened. 

'Does that mean they'll harm me?'

She squirmed in her seat as a man in black and white clothing, most likely the referee, whistled. 

"Today we have a very special match, it is our pleasure to welcome the number one fighter in this country!"

(Y/N)'s eyes widened.

"What I do for a living is sort of... well it's not illegal. But unlike the others', my thing is actually the scariest."

She remembered those exact words Koutarou told her when they were baking and she asked him about his job.

Koutarou and the small purple haired boy stood face to face; they were about as tall as the other, but Koutarou had more muscle. 

"On the left we have Bokuto Koutarou, nicknamed, the Ace of Fukurodani!"

Her eyes widened even more when she finally saw the features of the purple haired boy that confirmed it all.

"And on the right we have Goshiki Tsutomu, nicknamed, the future Ace of Shiratorizawa!"

'No...'

"May the fight-"

'He can't possibly be-"

"-begin!"

Koutarou didn't waste another second. His right hand met Goshiki's face in a lightning flash, causing the latter to groan loudly. 

Blood splattered across the ring and the crowd got louder.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened, filling with tears as she covered her mouth in horror.

This was her punishment; she had to watch someone else she knew die right in front of her. 

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

Koutarou nor did the referee stop each other from the fight; Koutarou continued to punch Goshiki like there was no tomorrow. He didn't show any sign struggling, which meant that Koutarou himself was at his fullest potential.

(Y/N) closed her eyes when she saw Goshiki fall against the boxing ring multiple times, even when he tried to get up, Koutarou still punched him forcefully down.

"Stop it!" she tried to get up and yell at Koutarou, but because of the loud chanting, her yelling did minimal effort. She gripped her hands on the railing, trying to shout louder but Tetsurou pushed her down in her seat, holding her down with his grip around her waist.

"Babe, this is what happens when you do something like agreeing to a bet with Tooru," Tetsurou said lowly, "We have to punish you."

"Killing someone isn't a punishment for me! It's for them-!"

"Just keep watching, maybe Koutarou will have a change of heart and let the poor Shiratorizawa newbie walk home with broken bones."

"You mean he's planning to kill Goshiki?!"

All four of them stayed silent, their eyes were glued to the boxing ring. Behind (Y/N) were Kei and Keiji, both enjoying themselves as they saw the fright in (Y/N)'s face get grimmer and grimmer. 

Punch after punch, Koutarou clearly did not hold back; the crowd helped him with that. 

"The thing is, babe," Tetsurou said, "When the crowd is riling him up, he has more willpower to kill the man he's fighting."

(Y/N) tried to cover her ears from Tetsurou talking, but she was cuffed.

"He always loves it when the crowd is cheering him on," Tetsurou continued, "The more they shout for him, the more he wants to prolong the fight. He loves being in the center of attention."

'Which means...'

"He's purposefully holding back..."

"Correct," Tetsurou said, smirking, "It would seem to you that Kou is giving Goshiki his all-"

Koutarou punched Goshiki in the gut, more blood spilled out of his mouth.

"-but that just isn't true."

(Y/N) didn't want anymore of this. She knew Goshiki. She knew he was from Shiratorizawa. Hell, she even helped him with school work. He was her classmate in high-school, and out of all people, Goshiki had to be the same person Koutarou was practically killing right now.

"Stop it!" (Y/N) yelled from the stands, "Koutarou-!"

"Sit down," Keiji ordered, causing her to turn her head back, "This is your punishment. You have to sit and watch."

"I don't want to-!"

"You need to. You need to see what happens when you do something like kissing another man."

"You need to see what happens when you disobey us."

She didn't understand. Her legs were shaking, her face was all puffy and red due to the heavy crying. Her arms were tired of holding herself up. And her voice strained because of the yelling.

Kenma pushed her down lightly back in her seat as she cupped her face. She didn't want to watch this anymore. She didn't want to see her two friends fight each other to the death. 

She was crying so hard, she gasped for air every few seconds. Her whole body was shaking. She didn't care anymore. She wanted everything to stop. 

Her cries were clearly heard from Koutarou; he briefly stopped, standing in his place as he was breathing heavily. He glanced up at the stands, seeing Tetsurou hold (Y/N) in his lap as Kenma, Keiji, and Kei all nod at him. 

'She's done.'

Koutarou nodded, flashing a look at the referee. The referee ran into the ring, putting his hands down as he whistled.

"The winner is Bokuto Koutarou!"

The crowd cheered, (Y/N) didn't even move. She stayed in her position, on Tetsurou's lap as she continued to cry. Her mind was filled with prayers to the Gods that Goshiki would still be alive.

Goshiki was being taken away to the infirmary, but (Y/N) didn't see that happen. Koutarou and Hinata both ran up to the stands where everyone else was; Hinata himself looked frightened to see the messy (Y/N). 

(Y/N) slowly took her hands off of her face, only just a little, seeing Hinata beside her. She noticed one thing that made her eyes widen.

"Is... is she okay?" Hinata as Koutarou, which he just nodded.

"Don't worry about it; she's getting punished," Koutarou handed him the keys to a vehicle, "Go wait in the car."

"Okay-"

Before Hinata could turn around, (Y/N) took her cuffed hands and reached into Hinata's pocket, pulling out a revolver that glistened. All of the men widened their eyes as she had a hold of the gun.

'It's all my fault! It's all my fault that Goshiki could be dead!'

She held the gun tightly, almost pulling the trigger.

But she felt something stab her.

Her eyes widened before her entire body shut down. She fell limp, with the revolver falling onto the ground. Kenma caught her, holding her into his arms. Blood trickled her arm, but it was minimal.

Everyone was on edge; (Y/N) had almost pulled the trigger on herself. 

If it weren't for Tetsurou's quick instinct to sedate her.

They would've lost the woman they loved.

Tetsurou stopped the bleeding with a small bandage.

"Just imagine... if this man was Tooru... Imagine the man that you kissed when you belonged to us was the man Koutarou was fighting."

Koutarou sighed to himself, rubbing his temples as Hinata picked his gun back up.

"We're not sorry (Y/N)-"

They picked (Y/N) back up and put her in the back seat, with only a jacket covering her for warmth.

"-but this was your punishment."

"Watch someone you know die in front of you."

They drove back to the mansion, with Hinata only speaking with Kenma about what just happened.

"So you can never forget that this will happen when you disobey us."

Opening the doors of the safe house, with (Y/N) unconscious in their arms...

"We did promise you in the beginning that-"

They put her into their room, laying her in the bed as Tetsurou pulled out five vials with chains from a black bag...

"-as long as you don't do anything stupid..."

With the bandage on her arm, he tore it off, allowing the blood to come out. The blood trickled inside of five vials, filling them up only in a small amount. When he was done with all five, he sealed her wound, placing the necklaces down.

"...we won't have to hurt you."

「❮𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...❯」

(Y/N)'S OUTFIT FOR THIS