After Hanma has taken your hand, he pulls you in the opposite direction of the Toman base. He leads you back through the park in the cold rain and eventually outside of what looks to be a rundown building.

"Yo, Kisaki, I'm back!" Hanma shouts out as he swings the door open.

As you step inside, your eyes almost fall out of their sockets. You've found yourself in one of the most luxurious clubs you've been inside of. You walk forward, admiring the marble columns, gigantic crystal chandelier, round plush sofas, and red chairs as you step through. On the other side of the room is a stage with a peninsula jutting out, finalized with a stripper pole at the end.

"Hanma, why are we here? And why're you calling out to Kisaki?! He's not here, too, is he?" you begin to ask as you continue looking around.

"Ah, hello there Miss Treasurer," Kisaki calls out.

You look up and watch as he walks across the balcony on the second floor. He slowly steps down the large stairs, his eyes perfectly trained on you the whole time.

"What brings you here?" he hums.

"I caught poor Y/N in the rain by herself," Hanma interrupts on your behalf. You could swear you saw a smirk on his lips as he leans his body against yours.

Once Kisaki reaches the first floor he whips off his dry Toman jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. "What were you doing out in the rain?" he asks.

"I wanted to talk to Draken about something but, uh..." you trail off, a bit too ashamed to admit the rest to him.

Kisaki looks over at Hanma, trusting that his closest friend will give him the answer he's looking for.

"We got the fortunate opportunity of witnessing Draken propose to Emma!" Hanma beams, obviously not worrying about your feelings as he speaks.

"Oh? I didn't know he planned on proposing," Kisaki hums. "Did you know? Is that why you went, Y/N?"

If you didn't know any better, you'd think this was a setup by the way Kisaki's almost provoking you to admit the real reason you were there... As if he already knew.

"No, I had no idea," you shake your head, eyebrows knitting together in frustration. If they didn't know by now, they'd be complete idiots. It'd be quite obvious to anyone at this point that you're jealous.

"I get it, Y/N," Kisaki nods as he wraps his hand around your arm. "There's someone I'm quite fond of, too."

You lift your eyes to meet his. This is the first time you've seen Kisaki in this light, actually being somewhat vulnerable. You'd always thought he was cold and distant but perhaps you were wrong. As he gazes back at you, a sympathetic look glows in his eyes.

"I deal with the unreciprocated feelings well, though," he grins. "Want to know how?"

"Sounds almost too good to be true," you scoff. "But I guess I'll take what advice I can get."

"Well then," Hanma's voice booms as he dramatically extends his arms out to the side, "You sure are lucky I've brought you here! The Wisteria Club's great for letting your daily problems fade away!"

You look over at Kisaki, a bit uneasy from the strange way Hanma was speaking. As you do, Kisaki pulls out a spliff and places it between his teeth.

"So?" he hums. "What do you think?"

He then pulls out a lighter from the pocket in the jacket that's still wrapped around you and lights the end of the paper.

"I don't think Mikey would be happy to see us doing this... Does he even know about this, uh..."

"Wisteria," Hanma nods.

"Right. I really don't think we should be here. Takemitchy would be upset, too..." you think aloud.

"This is my club, Y/N. Mikey doesn't need to know about it and it's not Takemitchy's damn business either!" Kisaki grumbles before blowing out a puff of smoke and handing you the weed. You sigh and accept it, deeply sucking in the vapor.

"So you own this place? It's quite extravagant for a captain. As treasurer I'm sure you aren't making nearly enough to afford this stuff," you point out as you blow out a puff of smoke.

"You took a good pull there," Hanma laughs, ignoring your comment. "You talked big a few minutes ago for a junkie."

"I am not!" you snap. "I was clean ever since I met Mikey. I used to have a bit of a problem before I met him..."

Kisaki's arm around your body squeezes you a bit tighter. "You don't need to worry, Y/N. We'll take care of you and make sure you don't fall too deep, okay?"

"Sure," you smile as you take another hit of the weed before passing it to Hanma. "Thanks, guys."

"Not a problem," Kisaki nods.

Hanma beams as he takes the weed from your hand. "Not a problem at all."

Every night since then you've hung out with Kisaki and Hanma at their huge underground club. They've both asked you to keep your mouth shut about it. None of the other Toman members know it exists. Lucky you.

And from that night of your promise, you've spent the majority of your time outside of your Toman job partying, drinking, hooking up, and doing drugs with the other party-goers you meet.

A lot of times, Hanma would join in on your adventures or just watch as you completely lose yourself in the night. You hardly even noticed when he began to spike your drinks or pressure you into a few lines of coke each night. The times that you did notice, you didn't even care at all. You were having the time of your life so why would you stop him? By this point in time, the two of you had become somewhat close.

One night in particular, you push your way through a crowd using the other bodies around you as a support to help you from falling. But once you reach the end of the sea of people, you struggle to stay up on your own two feet.

"Woah there, Y/N," Hanma's voice calls out from somewhere in the spinning room as he grabs onto your arm to prevent you from falling. "Better watch out."

"Shit," you mutter as you grab back onto him as though your life depends on it. "Sorry, Shuji. I don't feel so well."

As you force yourself up onto two feet, Hanma allows you to stabilize yourself. Unfortunately, it's only a moment later when he pulls away and disappears into the flashing lights and colors of the room.

"Shuji?!" you whimper, holding your arms out to look for him. You stumble forward, blinking quickly to catch a brief moment of somewhat clear vision.

Eventually, your hands meet with another man. His dark clothing leads you to believe for a quick moment that it's either Kisaki or Hanma until his bright, red eyes burn through the small, rectangular frames of his glasses and into your soul. His cigarette doesn't falter from his mouth as he catches you easily into his hands. Your eyes quickly scan the sides of his lips as they curl up into a smile and into his black hair that shifts as he pulls you straight against his chest.

"My, you're pretty," he says with a toothy grin.

Three silver earrings catch your gaze next before you feel your body go limp in his arms.

"Help," you mutter weakly before passing out in his arms.