Haruse x Reader

You know I'd fall apart without you
I don't know how you do what you do
'Cause everything that don't make sense about me
Makes sense when I'm with you

You walked on the streets clutching your sling bag closer to your body, and shifted your eyes from left to right, looking out for any sign of movement. Your long sleeved shirt and leggings did not help in this situation. Beads of sweat dripped from your face and onto the cold cement below, staining the floor and newspapers that so happen to litter the floor. Lampposts flickered as well, giving light only different times. Crickets sang in the deathly silence as you turned a little to look back.

Like everything that's green, girl, I need you
But it's more than one and one makes two
Put aside the math and the logic of it
You gotta know you're wanted too

Shouts were heard behind you, causing you to jolt and dash. Right after, numerous uneven footsteps echoed as the shouts grew in volume. The funniest thing in this situation was that you had not done anything wrong, in your perspective. You darted left and hid in a small crevice that you could only fit into if you walked in sideways. Once you were in far enough that the light could not reach you, the footsteps stopped around the opening of the crevice. You held your breath and closed your eyes to concentrate on the sounds that they were making. A shout from further away caused all the footsteps to rush toward the shout and go further away from you.

'Cause I wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
And I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
Yeah, I, I wanna make you feel wanted

You eased your way out of the crevice and walked into the light to see if anyone had been left behind. When you saw that the coast is clear, you swiftly ran towards your home. Just as you were about to round a block to your house, you bumped into something, and crashed to the floor, bringing the thing you crashed into down with you. Only, the "thing" you crashed into grunted at the impact. Upon realisation, you scrambled to get off the person and fell onto your back just after you had successfully lost contact with the person. The person turned around, giving you full view of his face. Gasping in awe, you froze in your spot and stared. He slowly got up, tubbed his stomach which had been the part of his body that took the brunt of the fall, and calmed down while reaching his hand out. Finally coming to, you grabbed his had that was outstretched that was obviously to help you up, and pulled yourself up with his help. Noticing that your bag was gone, you frantically looked around for your satchel only for it to be handed to you by the man you had crashed into.

Anyone can tell you you're pretty, yeah
And you get that all the time, I know you do
But your beauty's deeper than the make-up
And I wanna show you what I see tonight...

"There she is! Haruse of the black hawks has got her!" You froze, in fear, shock or betrayal you did not know. Looking up at the male, he seemed to have shock written all over his face. In this case betrayal was out because it was obvious he was not part of the chase. You barely had time to look away when hands grabbed your arms, legs and even your head, pushing you down onto the floor face first. You yelped and closed your eyes to try and forget the pain. But soon after you had passed out due to the amount of force put into the shove. The last thing you heard were shouts of where you were to be taken to.

When I wrap you up
When I kiss your lips.
I wanna make you feel wanted
And I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
'Cause, baby, I, I wanna make you feel wanted

You woke up to being tied to a chair, in a white room with blood splotches in different corners, a black door in front of you, and a small window that only let a ray of light shine in. From the dimness of the room, you could deduce that it was night. Was it the same night you were caught? Or was in the night after? These questions were besides the problem as of now. The only thing that was on your mind was what was to happen to you now. Your satchel was missing, and you were bound to a chair. This must be the most embarrassing situation you could be in. The most skilled in evasive actions in the family of assassins was currently held captive. Though an assassin, you had never killed anyone. The satchel you were carrying around was full of weapons that you were in a hurry to dispose of. You did not want to lead the life your parents wanted you to. So you ran away with as many weapons as you could to dispose of them to allow for a distraction. You thought that by doing this you would not be wanted, so you hesitated. But day by day more blood stained your family's hands, so you took the risk. But you were caught. The sound of heavy metal being moved rang. You looked up and saw the metal door swing open slowly. You erased all emotions and stared, waiting for the person to show him, or herself.

As good as you make me feel
I wanna make you feel better
Better than your fairy tales
Better than your best dreams
You're more than everything I need
You're all I ever wanted
All I ever wanted

Every bit of emotion came back as you saw the same male you had bumped into walk through the door wile trying to make minimal noise. When he had closed the door yet again, he rushed forward and brought out a dagger. Fear rippled through your body, causing you to shut your eyes in an instant. You waited for death, but it never came. Instead you felt free. The ropes that bound your hands together behind the chair was cut, and the cuffs that bound your legs to the legs of the chair was unlocked. You looked at the male you was smiling softly and sheathing his dagger. "I read your profile and personally deemed you not guilty. So you have to go now." You could not believe it. A stranger was helping you right after he had "caught" you. You questioned if he would get in trouble, but all he did was chuckle. "I persuaded my higher up, but the military still wants to keep you captive. So this is a jail break mission given to me by my higher up. So I'm just following orders." Tears fell from your face as you lunged to embrace him. You thanked him over and over again, so much so that he had to pat your back and sooth you to stop you from crying.

And I just wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
And I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted
Baby, I wanna make you feel wanted

"You need to go now. The guards always have a midnight check." You nodded and pulled away. He hand you your satchel as your eyes widened. He grinned and you took your satchel. Just as you were about to make your escape through the window, you turned back and gave the male a peck on his cheek. "Just telling you that my group will always welcome you with open arms. So you'll always be wanted." You nodded and breathed. "By the way the name's Haruse." You turned back and saw that he was gone. You smiled, clutched onto your satchel and whispered a, "(Y/N)" and left through the window just as the guards entered through the door. The guards panicked and ran off yelling about an escaped prisoner. Haruse who was in the corner, hiding in the shadows smiled. "Hope to see you soon at a better time (Y/N)." With that he smiled and left.

You'll always be wanted

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Urgh I had to audition with this song in front of three teachers. Not saying the song is bad or anything i absolutely adore this song. O well but it was a good experience. I felt this song didn't fit this chap. The song is Wanted by Hunter Hayes. Wat do you think?

~lover of fiction