XII: Smitten Without Reason

This is a huge plot twist, I lost the chapter explaining how I was going to merge two animes together for a few chapters, I am totally in love with this chapter. I think it will be surprising, my friend gave me the idea so thanks to her. I really hope you guys enjoy.Oh and you do not need to watch the anime this character is in, it won't spoil anything.-Duvichi

⚠️Warnings!!!⚠️ - mentions of blood and needles

Drifting in and out of consciousness, I couldn't tell where this mysterious man was going. I saw faint glimpses of different things like stairs and lights. Before my body gave out, I could feel him lay me into a warm bed with soft sheets and fur blankets. His touch was gentle and oddly comforting, it didn't match his menacing aura.

I woke up, the lights were warm and the room was covered in orange and red hues from the candle burning on the bedside. There were very few items in the room, only a bed and dresser. A stone fireplace complemented the wooden floorings nicely, I could hear the crackling of the wood. There wasn't a window in sight which I found odd. The room was warm and I was still covered in blood and the glass shards were still present in my skin. My body was numb but I could still feel the burning sensation of the glass lingering in my skin.

It was quiet, I couldn't sense any presence with in the area. Or so I thought. The tall man with the menacing and dangerous aura walked through the door with various medical supplies and a bowl of warm water. His footsteps were weirdly silent and his eyes stared intently at me.

"Ah дорогая, you're up." He said with an amused expression. His Russian accent was thick. He sat the bowl softly on the bedside, along with the medical supplies. He opened the medical kit and pulled out tweezers and rubbing alcohol along with cotton balls and stitching needles.

"Where am I?"

He smirked, his presence was menacing and his stare made me feel completely worthless and weak. "You're in my home, you were thrown out a window and lost a lot of blood. I was waiting for you to wake to clean your wounds."

I felt tense but calm at the same time? There was something about him that made my skin crawl, "Who are you?" I asked with uncertainty, sitting up in the bed. I felt the blood leak from my back and into the sheets. Panic rose within me, I didn't know anything about him and I was unsure of how he would react.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" I panicked jumping off of the bed, but his strong hands grabbed my shoulders softly and sat me back on the bed. His eyes didn't leave mine, he was already putting on black medical gloves.

"I'm Fyodor Dostoevsky." The gloves fit him perfectly, sculpting his hands wonderfully. It was sort of attractive, but I quickly pushed the thought from my head.

"Oh, well I'm [y/n] [l/n]. Thank you, sir. For helping me." I felt tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I thought Sanzu would never hurt me, ever, but I guess I was wrong.

An amused smile plastered on his face, "Don't call me sir, we are the same age. Call me Fyodor."

"Okay." I looked away from him shyly. I had to admit he was extremely attractive and had wonderful eyes.

He paused for a moment, looking at me closely, he was wondering what to do next.

"This is anything but sexual, but do you have undergarments under your nightgown? Because I need to get to your wounds and most of them are under your clothes." He said with the same smirk on his face.

I felt awkward and self-conscious, I had a lot of men chasing after me because of my body and I feared what he would do if he saw me. All though he did seem very respectful. "I do, but only underwear. I can cover my chest."

"Alright, I'm going to turn around. Be careful taking it off, I don't want your wounds to open more." He turned around and took a few steps forward, allowing me to step off the bed and carefully remove my nightgown. His words confused me, he had a terrifying aura that made me feel weak and useless but he was being so kind. It threw me off.

I set my nightgown on the bed and embarrassment washed over me, a slight shade of pink covered my cheeks.

Fyodor chuckled still facing the opposite way, "You're nervous my dear, don't be, I won't do anything."

He read me like a book without even looking at me, he must be very observant. "I haven't been naked in front of a lot of men, it's weird to be naked in front of a stranger. It makes me feel sort of sick, I guess, I have a hard time wording things." I paused to take a breath, "And I deeply appreciate your kindness. I haven't been able to get proper treatment."

He turned around and looked at my eyes which made me feel more comfortable and safe, "What has been happening to you dear? You are severely injured. You've lost a lot of blood, you have bruises clinging to your skin, and a gash on your head."

I stiffened, I wasn't sure if I wanted to explain my situation to a complete stranger, but from observing, if I told him a lie he would know right away. "I'm having issues at home," I admitted, looking away from him.

His next words utterly shocked me, "Bonten I presume, if I am correct that was Sanzu Haruichyo that threw you out the window." He smirked, finding my confused expression satisfying.

"How do you kno-"

He cut me off, "I'm working with an organization that is fighting the mafia, and the mafia is dealing with the gang Bonten from Shibuya ward." He seemed calm, with no tension present. He was incredible at hiding his emotions. "I am a very knowledgeable man."

I smiled, my theory was correct. He was smart, maybe a little too smart. "I can see that, you radiate smartness," I said with an amused chuckle.

He smirked and grabbed the large pair of tweezers, there wasn't a speck on them. He took a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol and carefully rubbed some over the glass shards. The alcohol stung my skin and I hissed, trying to pull away from Fyodor.

"You'll have to stay still while I do this. And take a seat on the bed, facing away from me" He warned.

I did as instructed and sat on the bed facing away from him, he continued his operation and I felt each and every piece of glass exit my skin. I hissed and groaned at the pain, he found my suffering amusing which annoyed me slightly. For some wounds, he had to stitch them shut, which hurt like hell.

The worst part of this situation was when I had to lay down on my back so he could remove the glass from my stomach, I felt utterly embarrassed and at his mercy. But it was a relief, I didn't feel as much pain as I had previously. My body was still sore and I had bruises, but he couldn't heal them. I was in his debt. He had been so kind and helped me with my wounds that had started to become infected, he even checked out the wound on my head from the fall the other day.

"All done [y/n]. Do you feel better?" He asked slipping the gloves off of his hands.

"I feel sore and it hurts, but thank you. Your kind gesture is greatly appreciated." I smiled, I still sat on the bed with nothing but my underwear on. To me, it was getting sort of awkward, but he was still composed and held the same expression.

I did feel more comfortable around him though, I was with him for a long while, it did make sense.

A question appeared in my thoughts, rising panic in me, "What time is it?!" I asked with a panicked expression, accidentally letting my hand slip. But I wasn't worried, I had other things to worry about. What would Mikey do if he found out I left the apartment? And Kokonoi is probably freaking out right now? Sanzu probably told them a bunch of half-assed lies.

"Six o'clock in the morning." He mused, staring intently, "And by the way, your chest..."

"Shit, Mikey will kill me. And Koko is probably freaking out right now!" I panicked reaching for my nightgown but realized it was shredded from the glass. I started panicking, my body was shaking and my head ached.

Fyodor grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him, "Don't worry, my partner Nikolai is keeping them company. He took them gambling to distract them. They should still be out and drunk as a skunk. I have everything handled." He reassured, he stood awkwardly. I could tell he was trying his best to not look at my chest, he was trying to keep his composure.

"Thank you so much." Relief washed over me and I slumped down into the soft bed.

I looked up at him, his violet eyes were sharp and made my skin crawl. "I need clothes," My eyes wondered, not wanting to look into his eyes.

"Ahh, well my clothes will be too big." A sinister smirk plastered on his face, "I guess I'll have to go through Nikolai's things and see what I can find." He was finding it amusing messing with his partners' things.

"Ahaha okay, If you're leaving I would take the sheets too. They have blood on them from my wounds." I pointed out, I grabbed the wool blanket to my left. "I'll use this to cover myself for the time being."

"Sure." He said, I grabbed the blanket and stood up, making sure to cover myself. He took off the comforter and took the stained sheets off, he bawled them up in his arms and walked out of the room without a word.

I stood there waiting for him to come back. It felt like time had frozen in time. I was so tired and my body ached, and I was very unfulfilled and angry. I didn't sleep with lots of men, but all of the pain and suffering recently made me want to feel a euphoric feeling of pleasure and a certain pleasurable pain. But here and now was not the right place, I had absurd thoughts about my time with Fyodor, but I just met him and it just didn't feel right. I tried my best to push the thoughts out of my head, but I couldn't seem to do so. Every flick of his wrist and the way he moved his fingers was almost intimate. The look on his face was alluring and he was so calm, it rubbed off on me. And the way he called me 'dear' gave me butterflies in my stomach.

Don't do it. I tried to convince myself. I was sure if I did this, everyone in Bonten would be angry. Or they really could care less.

I didn't realize I was staring aimlessly at the floor until Fyodor tapped my shoulder, "Snap out of it dear." He smirked, he held bed sheets and an oversized white button-up. A warm feeling twisted inside of me when I saw him, he had his hair in a man bun with a few strands hanging at the front. He wore grey sweatpants and a white shirt, the outfit seemed like an odd fit with his personality but he was pulling the look off wonderfully.

I looked away to hide my flustered face, I could hear his almost inaudible steps step around the bed, I assumed he was putting on the sheets.

"[y/n] I bought you a white button-up, I sat it on the dresser while you were staring off into space." He seemed amused, I turned around to face him and he kept looking at me every few seconds with different expressions. They were like getting whiplash.

"Oh thank you."

He paused for a moment and stood up straight, "[y/n] dear you're red. Are you burning up?" He asked with a bland expression, no signs of worry.

I panicked, he was very observant and smart. He may know what I'm thinking and asking me this just to tease me. "No, I'm fine." I looked away again, afraid he was observing my expressions.

He stepped away from the bed and stalked towards me, "[y/n] you really seem to be burning up, what is the issue?" He stood directly in front of me now and the butterflies swarmed in my stomach, and a warm feeling rushed over me. I felt embarrassed now for thinking the things I did, it was shameful and I'd be betraying Mikey. Shit, this is annoying as hell.

He leaned closer, inches from my face. He grabbed my chin softly, leading my eyes to his. His violet irises were utterly hypnotic and I felt lost in my thoughts. He had definitely caught on by now. It was pretty obvious.

"Please don't touch me with your hands..." I whispered because I found it weird to speak normally with our faces mere inches apart.

"And why is that?" His eyes flashed with amusement and he grinned. Places where his hands were and had been, burned, I was smitten with a man I had just met, and he knew it. He was finding joy in my embarrassment. God damned men these days.

"Because..." I paused, my cheeks turning redder and redder by the second, "Honestly I think you know why. It's obvious that you are aware of my thoughts." I smirked a sense of power and boldness came forward. I felt like I had all the power, but his gaze immediately killed my vibe. I realized he had the upper hand, in every single shape and form.

"Oh." His voice was deep and hoarse, "You think so?"

He paused for a second, "Well I know what direction this is heading in. This should be fun right? I can tell just from a glance that you are a starved woman, all the pain you've been experiencing has made you undeniably lustful. You just want to feel the euphoric pleasure again, am I right?"

My eyes went wide at his words, he called me out directly, pinpointing every single feeling I felt. "You're one smart ass." I hissed, rolling my eyes.

"Well Любовь, I can certainly help you with that."

He smirked and it felt like time froze, his eyes were staring intently at me and he was so calm, it was admirable. Every single thing that had happened to me, every single thing Mikey and Sanzu has done to me washed away. I was hypnotized by his persona and odd vibe, he distracted me from the pain I felt all over my body and internally. I placed my hand on his cheek and my fingers brushed through his hair, all of the pain disappeared from my wounds as our lips smashed into each other roughly.

What the hell was I doing?