You weren’t just invited to join Noroshi.

You were claimed.

It began in a narrow alley lit only by flickering streetlamps and the sheen of fresh blood. The scent of sweat and iron clung to the air bodies collapsed around you groaning unconscious or too dazed to stand. You hadnt so much as broken a sweat. Your boots touched the pavement like they owned it. Your knuckles werent bleeding just red from the force of impact. Not a scratch marked your skin. You were calm unbothered immaculate. The wind caught your hair sweeping it behind you like a banner raised after a flawless conquest.

Takiishi noticed first.

The way you moved wasnt just brutal it was beautiful. Every blow landed like poetry in motion. Every dodge felt choreographed by instinct. You fought like a storm contained in a perfect frame. He couldnt look away.

When Takiishi approached you, it wasn’t with empty words or meaningless praise. His eyes flickered with an excitement they rarely showed, like you were the only challenge worth facing.

“You’re good” he said, voice low, like a spark threatening to ignite. “Better than anyone else”

"And pretty" Endo added from behind him, smile tilted, eyes unreadable. "That’s a dangerous combination"

That was the first time they saw you and the last time they left you alone. Since then, they’ve latched on like gravity with a death grip, pulling you into their orbit and refusing to let go. You were theirs the moment they laid eyes on you. Their princess. Their obsession. And they wouldn’t let you out of their sight again. Not for a second, not ever.

One quiet afternoon, the three of you sat on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge as the city buzzed faintly below. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and purple. Endo lounged back against the low wall, propping his head on one hand with that signature lazy smile playing on his lips. Without a word, his fingers reached out, catching a stray lock of your hair. He twirled it gently, as if weighing the softness between his fingertips.

"You’re stuck with us, princess" His voice was light, almost playful. "But not the kind who waits in towers. You’re the type who can topple empires with just a glance”

Takiishi didn’t correct him. Instead, he dropped his head lazily onto your shoulder, like a cat claiming its territory.