#sano manjiro x sister reader
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A fool
-- Sano Manjiro x sister reader
🖤 — Tokyo Revengers
📝 — angst, hurt/no comfort, mcd, not proofread, manga spoilers
:a/n — it's been a while, i know, but here have some angst hehe. college is keeping me busy, i apologize for not updating the bonten series grr
Mikey thinks the world is playing with him as he stood in front of yet another funeral of one of his loved ones.
First Shinichiro, then Baji, and now Emma and Izana?
What did he do in his past life to attend too many funerals in such a short lifespan? He thinks it’s such a cruel world for his burning desire to achieve happiness and success alongside his family. He’s tired, lost, confused, and yet, he still felt your hand squeezing his.
Right. You're still there. Another sister, three months younger than Emma. You were still there like a last petal holding onto a single centre of a flower that is him. Will he lose you, too?
And God, if there is still a God out there, he’s starting to see a pattern.
Or maybe a fact.
Everyone around him ended up dying in a certain future according to Takemichi. He ended up killing everyone because of the darkness in him, engulfing them in misery in another future. He’s afraid that he’ll drag you with him.
So slowly, he detaches his hand from you but you didn’t even let him get away an inch or two. He looks at you and sees your tired eyes looking back at him. He wants to think that he’s seeing his own eyes as he does so but he’s mistaken because there’s still some light in your eyes while looking at him.
Why? Why are you looking at him as if he’s the light and not the darkness that caused all of these anger, grief, and losses?
Why are you smiling tiredly at him with those eyes turning a little into crescent moons as you squeeze his hand once more?
“Mikey-nii.” you call out, sounding like a fresh and soft breeze of wind. “Yeah?” he hums.
There, he sees it. Sees the way your lips are wobbling, sees the way your eyes are holding back the tears, and feels the way you're trembling in his hand. He sees and feels it all and it’s suffocating him because why are you trying to keep a strong facade around him?
You also lost people as much as him. You lost Shinichiro, your eldest brother who became your father figure with how he’s not even hiding the fact that you’re his favourite.
You lost Baji, a rowdy boy with his loudmouth who was like another brother to you, letting you style his hair as much as you want even though you’re pulling out some strands sometimes.
You lost Emma, God, you lost your older sister who you looked up to, confided in, cried with, and shared almost everything with.
You lost Izana, another older brother who you met when you were younger, someone you always looked forward to seeing on the weekends, someone you wanted to take home with you and just shower him with affection everyday like you do to your other siblings.
You lost them all and yet here you are, smiling at your Mikey-nii.
“Manjiro-nii.” you called out again and he hums in return once more. “Please…” you whispered, lost in the wind but it reached Mikey’s ear. “What?” he pries. The first roll of teardrops drops on both of your hands that are intertwined.
“Y/N-”
“Please don’t leave me, too.” you sobbed out, gripping his hand tightly. “You-you’re all I have now, Mikey-nii, so please…please don’t leave me, I’m scared.” you pleaded and Mikey wondered. He wondered if you somehow read his mind earlier when he decided to slowly let go of your hand. Wondered if you could hear how lost his heart was.
You further sobbed when he didn’t answer. Just empty eyes looking away. They were so empty yet full.
Longing, anger, grief, sadness, and all other things that were overwhelming.
Were you not enough of a sibling to make him stay? Was…was something wrong with you that you’re currently failing to make him at least a bit happy?
Should you have died instead of Emma?
Granted, you came to their household a tad bit later than Emma and it took Manjiro a while to warm up to you but you like to think that he loved you all the same.
You feel the same panic as earlier when you feel him pull away because he’s doing it again. He’s slowly detaching himself from you and this time, you were also late to grab him back. “Mikey-n–”
“Y/N.” he cuts you off. The both of you stare at each other before he pats your head, standing up.
Leaving.
“Take care of gramps.”
Ah…there is indeed something wrong with you, isn’t there? Just like how you came into their household, just like how you failed to grab his hand back, this time, you were late once more in keeping him besides you, watching his back disappearing from your sight.
It was the best way to do it, Mikey thinks.
Everyone is in danger around him because he’s the cause of the harm. He was right to abandon you, to leave you alone because he knows Draken will take care of you. The founding members of Toman will take care of you.
What a fool. That was his job, wasn’t it?
He stood in his office, Kokonoi with him. He frowns, the thing called heart in his chest aching all of a sudden. “Boss, is something wrong?” Kokonoi asked.
“It’s raining.” he mumbles. You have been afraid of thunder ever since you were a kid. Are you curling into yourself right now because of fear? Is someone with you to tell you that everything will be okay? To tell you that you are safe?
“I have a bad feeling,” he says, turning around to get his KMG coat. There’s something wrong. There’s a hand scratching at the back of his brain as if calling for help. There’s something in his darkness that’s wavering, letting in some bit of light.
There’s the phantom feeling of your hand squeezing his as he walks down the hallway.
Then there’s your voice; pleading to him not to leave you alone because you’re scared, because he’s all you have. Without a second thought, he hops on his motorcycle and drives off, letting his instinct take over to take him somewhere. Somewhere where you are.
“There’s this future where you…you ended up killing everyone, Mikey-kun.” Takemichi informs him, sobbing.
Mikey frowns because it was such a random memory passing through his mind. Why would he even remember that? Didn’t he already distance himself for everyone’s safety? Didn’t he already push everyone, even you, his little sister, away just so you could become happy?
So why?
Why was Draken’s fist connecting with his face at the moment and he’s letting him?
“Why, Mikey?! WHY DID YOU LEFT HER?! You are all she had! Even though we told her we’re here, she only wanted you! Her brother!” Every word was ringing in his ear, every punch felt like a brick in his gut.
Why?
It was such a simple question, wasn’t it?
“Because it was for the best.” he thinks. It was supposed to be for the best. So why is he watching your body getting taken away in an ambulance? Why is he watching Takemichi apologising over and over again as he holds Draken back from beating him up more?
“She…” Draken starts, voice cracking. “She only wanted to stay beside her brother, Mikey, why couldn’t you give your sister that?”
In a drowning state, he hears Sanzu informing him of what happened. Sanzu. Right, Haruchiyo, who’s holding his tears back because you were his little sister, too. You were also all sunshine and flowers for him. The path of carnage wasn’t supposed, wasn't meant, to be opened by your cold and dead body, he thinks. It was all wrong.
Wrong at how they targeted you. You, who’s Mikey’s sole light. You, who’s the last bit of your brother’s sanity.
Three gun wounds. That’s all Mikey heard amongst the clashing of Sanzu’s words.
Take care of Mikey-nii and yourself, okay? Tell him…tell him that it’s okay. That was you and your last words to Takemichi as you took your last breath with a small smile.
It’s okay.
What was? He wants to ask. What was okay? Nothing was okay. He wants to say.
“Everyone was killed…by you.” He didn’t think everyone included you. As a matter of fact, you weren’t included. Why?
What a fool. Him pushing you away was what triggered that future.
It was supposed to be for the best. You were safe from him. You had Toman to take care of you.
What a fool. That was his job, wasn’t it?
You were supposed to be happy.
“You-you’re all I have now, Mikey-nii, so please…please don’t leave me, I’m scared.”
What a fool. You were also all he had left so why didn’t he stay?
A/N; we love angst don't we
@bontensbabygirl
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers fic#tokyo revengers imagines#tokyo revengers spoiler#sano manjiro angst#sano manjiro x sister reader#sano manjiro x y/n#mikey x reader#xiefuyu's
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hellaur! can I request some HCs for Mikey's reaction to reader when someone revealed that reader is a illegal car racer? So the scenario is reader is Draken's younger sister, and when Draken got stabbed, ofc no one gonna pay the bills (but reader actually has money, she plans to send Draken to college (bcs she sees potential to him) that's why she's been winning the illegal race over and over again. she's known for being a champion there.) and when Draken was hospitalized, the money that reader saved wasn't enough to cover it up all that's why she's been on a race in straight 6 days just to earn money. and when it's the 7th day of winning car race again, someone tipped Draken and the gang that his sister is in that illegal shi and when they got there they saw reader celebrating her win but they also noticed the tired and drained look in her eyes, and ofc reader saw them and ykyk Draken and reader fought in the back of that place (away from people). I just wanted to see Mikey's reaction because he is romantically interested to reader 🫶🏻 sorry if this is long, thank u so much!!
—Mikey x reader
─Summary: Mikey discovers a new side of you and helps with a sibling argument
─Warnings: none
(Draken's part)
There you go!! 🫶🏻
— Your brother shouldn't be there (although neither should you).
— You tried to be as careful about the places where you moved and competed because you could meet certain gangs.
— You were even twice as careful with your steps now that you signed up for practically daily illegal competitions.
— Despite being in a state of euphoria and semi-consciousness from the exhaustion of staying up late, you knew that Draken's expression was not a good thing.
— Your celebration was cut short when you were dragged into a nearby alley, Mikey silently watching everything from a distance.
— Screams were launched from one side to the other, taking the discussion to the minimally physical end with a couple of shoves.
— It was clear that you were both stubborn and despite the fact that Draken was right that you were too young to enter the world of illegal racing, you stood up for your position to give him as much money as possible for a good study, or now, to be able to pay his recent bills.
— That same night you didn't reach any middle point between the two of you, he left kicking hard because he needed to think while you decided to stay in the alley letting everything settle in your mind.
— Mikey appeared after hearing everything from behind the corner, honestly he didn't have much to say about your life decisions because he was clear that if someone messed with you they would be indirectly involving Toman.
— He admired your perseverance in raising the money and supporting your brother in something that even Draken himself didn't think of.
— You thanked him for not saying much, your mind was at the point of collapse between exhaustion and the recent fight.
— Mikey is very attentive to his loved ones and he knew when you enjoyed silence instead of a conversation so he offered you his shoulder to rest.
— No doubt his romantic interest will increase, he already likes everything about you, knowing that you were an almost undefeated competitor made you more incredible in his eyes.
— Definitely Mikey sides with you in a second argument with Draken (Takemichi probably cried thinking that this would be the event that would split Toman in two).
— And it's thanks to him that your brother is less angry or 'accepts' that you compete. Mikey is just playing to please both of you to earn your love and (if possible) more respect from Draken.
— He is just paving the way to tell your brother that he's interested in you, but Draken already knows because he can tell how stupid Mikey gets when you're next to him.
#tr#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#mikey#mikey sano#reader insert#x reader#mikey x reader#manjiro#mikey x y/n#mikey x you#toman#draken#draken's sister#request#sfw
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TR; Yin and Yang:
☆☆☆
Summary: What would happen of there was another child of the sano family that no one knew about, not even mikey. A secret sibling who seemingly came from no where. One who looked alot like a ghost of the past long dead and buried.
Warnings; Slight manga spoilers?, Tense: You/Your, She/her pronouns, slight swearing, Plantonic/sfw - duh, Reader has a resembalance to mikeys mom and shinichiro
Part 2 •Part 3
Masterlist~
He remembered it vividly.
Those moments.
He remebered them all.
The image of his mother in a hospital bed.
His mother, the one who birthed him and his beloved older brother. The one who loved the two as well as their younger half sister emma.
His mother had loved his father very much. So much so that he was almost the only thing they ever talked about when he would go to visit her in the hospital. So much so that she loved his child who wasnt even her own.
Who wasnt her blood nor from her own womb but that didnt matter to her. She loved emma like she did her biological children.
Her children.
They were her children.
They were all her children.
You wondered if that included you.
If it had ever included you.
But you never knew and you never would know now that you stood in the freezing cold air with only one black umbrella held high above your head to keep the pelting rain from drenching your small frame.
Now that you stood at the back of your biological mothers funeral while you watched people walk up to pay their respects.
He nudged you forward, the man who held the umbrella above you, pushing you to start your journey up to the front.
Mabey it was weird that instead of focusing on the sadness of being headed to the place where you would say your final goodbyes to your mother you felt like you were walking the plank of a pirate ship.
You felt weird.
You felt exposed.
You felt like all the eyes in the room bore into you, like they could see who you were and what you were hiding.
You had inched your way about halfways up the aisle in the middle of the rows where people sat to the right and left of you when you felt a familiar hand on the top of your small back.
One that was familar to you but now felt slightly diffrent.
A strong hand that once held yours. Lifted you high and patted your head a million times. One you felt was reliable. One you could entrust everything to like the whole world revolved around this one hand that was held out just for you that you could fall back on anytime no matter what.
That hand now felt diffrent. It was weaker than it was before, it was tired, it was sad. There was no strength to its grip where it was placed on your back, like all the fight in it had finally run its course and had been washed away by the same rain that threatened to grow heavier outside the establishment.
The one who this hand belonged to guided you up to the place where your mothers picture was displayed in the center of seemingly a thousand white flowers.
You hesitated.
The lone flower in your small hands felt meager in comparison.
Noticing your reluctance the man cupped your hands in his and guided them to the place where your flower would rest by your mothers picture, his black hair falling in front of his face to hide his pained eyes in the process.
This was the last time you would see your mother, the only send off you could give her.
He was the same.
This time you both could do nothing more than accept defeat and cut your losses.
Because this had just about been the greatest loss either of you had faced yet.
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You had lingered up there for too long. Lost in the few memories you had. All your thoughts swirled seeming to have too many and none at the same time.
You hated to think to much, it never did you any good.
But you couldnt stop yourself most of the time.
You hated to be seen.
You hated when you felt like people could see through you and into your heart and soul.
Like they could see past the barriers you put around them.
Thats why you probably felt more embarrassed than sad at your own mothers funeral.
Because she was someone who no one knew had any relation to you at all.
All except one person.
That one person who you could rely on.
Whos hands cupped yours, patted your head and guided you back down the middle of the aisle and out of the building.
Only a few moments had passed since you had been lead out of the establishment but you heard the two male voices not too far from you gradually rising.
'Those two are fighting arent they?' you thought flatly
The one who had brought you here, the one who held the umbrella, the one in the suit was fighting with the one who you relied upon, the one who rested a hand on your back in a comforting gesture, who was donned in a funeral garb and whos wet black hair stuck to his angered face because of the pelting rain.
The rain was belting down and you could still hear them shouting at each other through it.
Mabey they were shouting to be heard because the rain was so loud or mabey it was just the perfect cover. The perfect excuse for people to think that was the reason why they were shouting so angrily.
Trying to be heard.
It was something every person wanted.
But whether people then decided to listen in return was another matter and one you might never have the privilege of.
And you definitely would not if they were fighting about what you thought they were fighting about.
The rain splattered against the window on the car, where you had been sat, sheltered from the rain outside. You drew various shapes in the condensation that formed along it. You paused your drawing to watch two raindrops seemingly race each other to the bottom of the window.
You tried to guess which one would win. And you watched as they slowly made their way down, seeing the one you chose lose to the other.
"Hmn?" you made an interested sound having formed a thought on the matter
A bad sign?
Could that tell you something about what choice the two men outside were going to come to.
Make for you.
Make for your future.
'Thats dumb' you thought.
It wasnt a bad sign. It wasnt a sign at all. They were just bad feelings. It was just the bad feelings from your whole ordeal right now.
Your mothers death which in turn also ment the re-examination of your future. Of you and what to do with you.
Thats what they were disscusing, or rather, fighting about right now.
Where would you go? Who would you stay with? Grow up with?
It would shape your future, your life.
The choice had to be the correct one and even if it wasnt you, yourself, had no choice in the matter.
You who was still a child had no choice in the matter at all.
You had no choice and therefore you were forced to rely on the adults around you to make the correct choices for you.
The best ones. The ones that would give you the best future possible. The ones that wouldnt fuck you up the most.
But you specifically only relied on one person to do that for you after your mothers death.
Not the man in the suit but the one who donned the funeral garb. The only other person you could remember who was always kind to you and had always been by your side other than your mother.
Thats when you were pried from your thoughts as your eyes shifted to a blurry figure through the foggy window who seemed to be approching the car you were in.
It was that very same man.
The one in the funeral garb.
The only other person you could rely on, who was kind to you, who loved you, other than your mother.
Your older brother.
"Shin" you murmured in greeting and recognition, in a soft quiet voice, a voice that seemed unsure in itself of how it was feeling, that of a child who was lost and looking in this moment for something to cling onto for some solidarity and something in her life that would finally be permanent.
The only thing you had ever had close to that was your mother but even then you knew that someday your mother would leave you. Your mother who was always so sickly and frail looking, which couldnt be hidden even by her immense beauty.
Your mother was not something who would be permanent in your life, she was not someone who you could rely on to stay by your side and never leave you. To take care of you and not cause you any pain.
In fact it was quite the opposite.
It might sound cruel but you would be lying if you said you didnt feel the slightest bit realieved when she finally died.
Always being kept on the edge of your seat. Always being on the edge of that plank which you had started walking a long time ago, which now you could finally step off of to take the plunge into that despair, into that cold darkness that was almost like a refuge at this stage.
You didnt have to stay strong for her any longer. You could finally let go. Let go of your own emotions and despair and cry until you were comforted.
Comforted by a strong hand. One that could be relied upon, one that could protect you, one that you didnt have to be strong in front of.
That was why you felt even a slight bit of realief no matter how selfish that sounded.
The car door had been pried open and the soaking wet man in front of you made a gesture with his hand for you to scooch over.
You both sat there like that for a while in silence. You waited expectantly for his first words but you wouldnt push. You had learned not to push for more than you needed to survive at a young age.
And he was the only person you had every truly, fully relied on. You had no doubt that even if he made you wait years that the first words to come out of his mouth would reasure you of your future.
Yes. That was it.
He was just taking it all in as well.
He already has two younger siblings, even if they have their grandfather it would be hard to take you in as well.
But you were family.
You shared the same mother.
The same mother who was now a corpse that lay stone cold in a casket.
You had another older brother who you shared the same mother with as well, although you had never met him.
He was Shin's younger brother. Shin and your mother had told you about him. He was about ten years younger than shin, close enough to your age actually.
You wanted to live with Shin. You would be lying if you said you werent the slightest bit curious when he had told you about his younger siblings, your other siblings. You were even more intrigued when Shin had told you about his younger half sister.
Even if you and her were not related by blood, since you shared the same mother with your brothers while she shared the same father, that didnt matter. You thought having a sister would be fun and a younger one would be super cute.
So just say the word.
Say those words and im ready to start my new life. I'll try really hard to get along with them. I wont be bothersome. I wont take more than i need. I just need a palce to belong. Where i dont have to be strong all the time. To finally be able to rest.
When you live a life of uncertainty you never get to rest and when you have been living a life like that from a young age you never truly learn how to rest in the first place.
Constantly worried, constantly anxious.
Constant thoughts.
Ones you cant shut out or shut up.
Thoughts of a million diffrent scenario's. About everything. About life. About your future. About death.
But have somewhere you could finally belong, finally rest, and those thoughts might become quite, be silenced, be put at ease for the first time in your short but hard life.
Its not that you didnt love your mother, you loved her more than anything in this world. She was everything to you. Having Shinichiro made everything slightly more bareable though. With the help of your mothers reasurance you felt like even if she really did end up leaving you that you wouldnt be completely lost without her.
Before, you always had constant anxiety about what would happen to you if your mother ever did pass. It never really went away even after she reassured you but as you saw your mothers health declining when you were completely alone you started to spiral yourself.
Shin was your stabilizer.
Honestly, you knew your mother had other kids but you never thought about them much before Shinichiro made a point to tell you about them. And even when your mother would tell you tid-bits about them from time to time you only nodded along while doing something else and gave out the occasional response to show that you were listening to your mother.
You had always known Shinichiro though. He had always been just there. He had always been in your life. He was your constant. He had always been your big brother. Shinichiro really was a natural big brother. He was so easy to get along with, he was reliable and you felt like he understood you.
Understood you who had no one else in your life who you could talk to apart from your mother never mind confide in about your worries and mothers illness and how that might be affecting you and your mental well being.
You didnt really think much about your mothers other kids until one day your older brother asked you a certain question.
"What would you think about having other siblings?"
"Are you talking about moms other children?" You replied
"Yeah, my siblings. Yours too..." He continued "If you want them to be. Im sure they would love to have you as their sibling. Emma especially, she would go crazy for an older sister, im sure of it."
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You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Shinichiros attention finally shift to you. He had been looking straight ahead ever since he got in the car as if in thought.
To be honest it hadnt even been that long since he had gotten in. It definitely had only been about a minute or two but the pounding of your heart in your chest blasted in your ears as if intensifying every second that passed by tenfold.
When his gaze shifted over to look at your small form you didnt miss the way his expression darkened slightly. He might have had a slight hesitance to look at you now and you could take a good guess as to why.
Even so, he continued to look you straight in the eye as he started to speak and never once did his eyes leave yours until the conversation between the two of you had ended.
You felt your heartbeat quicken in your ears as if your heart was trying to push more blood into them as you strained to hear the words that would be next to fall out of your older brothers mouth.
Your every hope and dream for your future relied on them, on him and you were just waiting to take your chance and run with it.
And run with it you would.
Well, you would have.
If the words that came out of his mouth were the ones you had expected to hear.
But you should have known by now. That there really was not a single soul you could truly rely on but yourself.
Oh...how hard it is to trust someone.
And how easy it is to have that trust betrayed.
Months and months of building up trust, mabey even longer depending on the person and then just like that, in a split second everything is thrown out the window.
Every hope. Every dream. And possibly every spec of trust you had left in your person.
That hand that you had relied upon, the one that had felt strong, well you were right earlier, it had grown weak.
Not in physical strength so to say, but in the capacity that the only words the man could muster while looking deep into your eyes as if also being able to see into your heart and soul in the process were...
"I'm sorry." He murmured in a voice that sounded so defeated, so heartbroken it would have tore at your own heart for him if you had not been in a situation where those words might as well be sentencing you
You stared at him blankly.
"I'm so, so sorry" he repeated
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You blanked out for a second after hearing those words, trying not to believe that you knew the meaning behind them.
But you knew that this time you couldnt run from them, you were cornered and there was no way out.
You felt frozen and then all at once you felt a rush jolt though your body, through every vein, every nerve.
A rush of panic.
One so strong it could have winded you as all the emotions you had been bottling up over the years, almost the whole span of your short fleeting life, burst out.
"It's because i look like her isnt it!"
You hadnt missed the way his expression had slightly darkened earlier when he had turned to look at you.
You were well aware of, even if you were many years younger, just how much you resembled your mother in many diffrent aspects.
"...what...No! Of course thats not w-" Shinichiro sounded as if he had been caught off guard and wasnt expecting such a question but let himself be cut off by the shear panic in your voice
"If its because i look like mother i can fix it! I can just cut and dye my hair! I can wear glasses and even get contacts, it'll be no problem really!" The surge of emotions making anything you thought in that moment that would help the situation go back in the right direction spilled out.
Of course that was not the true reason for the cause of Shinichiros words but the panic inducing thoughts of a child left no room for a proper explaination or interpretation of the meaning of his words or why they were being said.
Outside the car a streak of lightning flashed and soon after a loud crack of thunder was heard as the sky grew darker and the rain continued to poor even heavier.
Although, the two inside the car seemed as if they had not noticed anything that could call for even a split second break in their concentration over their current conversation.
That was until the man in the suit strode over to the car where you both were. He who had been standing just outside the funeral venue under the roof while holding his umbrella seemed to have thought that enough time had been had between the two of you for your older brother, to clear things up.
Not that he cared.
He didnt care if shinichiro had the time of day or not. Who was the one who had to take his annoying little sister away with him?
Shinichiro and his grandfather could fight for custody of you all they wanted but it was certain to say that at least now they were no where near going to be granted that.
His grandfather was far too elderly by now to take in another kid after already having custody of three. Shinichiro could try for custody but he had only just become an adult and was already helping his grandfather in keeping his two child siblings together with them so it was not likely to be granted.
CPS had not been keen on the idea of pushing two children onto their elderly guardian either.
This ment shinichiros younger brother and sister probably could have come close to being rehomed or sent to an orphanage as well if shinichiro hadnt become an adult recently and was working and earning money in a motorcycle shop. And also if theyre grandfather wasnt in good health and still earning money by working in his dojo.
The man with the umbrella didnt want to take you away from them, it really just ment more work for him so your presence really was just entirely bothersome for everyone involved.
And you knew that.
He was sure you knew that.
As long as you were alone with any other person besides your mother or shinchiro you wouldnt speak a word.
Not one.
No matter who talked to you or tried to get you to talk, be it adult or child.
Either you knew you were a nuscance or you were just trying to piss everyone who had to help you off.
Mabey it was both.
It probably was.
Well, he wondered if you would start talking to others now that you would be taken away from the only other person who you would respond to.
Though he didnt care about that either at least it would make his job the slightest bit easier, although he didnt know if it would make you any less annoying than you already were. Worst case scenario it could make you even more so.
All of this really just ment more paper work. More work. More time. More energy. More money.
Nothing that you had but everything that needed to be put in by other people just to raise you.
This you knew.
This was something that you were prevy to from a young age. Something you had often observed.
How everyone would be better off if you had never been born. How much easier life would have been for everyone.
Why were you born?
You didnt know.
Perhaps you would never know the answer to that question.
Well that was the last you saw of your older brother that awful day.
A fleeting and blurry image of his drenched form standing in the rain in the rear view mirror. Donned in his funaral garb watching you go as the black car pulled away with you in the back seat.
Did you get a proper goodbye?
No.
When would you see him again?
You didnt know.
Do you remember what the last thing he said to you was.
Also no.
You had basically blanked out almost straight after those first words he had uttered to you in that car left his lips.
But you did remember one thing.
The way his eyes never left yours.
The way tears pooled in them before they began to fall as you had yet to see him do at his own mothers funeral.
The way he clutched your shoulders as if holding on tighter ment he wouldnt have to let you go.
He was there through his mothers pregnancy and birth of you, his younger sister, like he was for his younger brothers.
He was the first to hold you aside from his mother and imagined what it would be like for you and manjiro to grow up beside each other.
But of course that never happened.
He didnt really remember how everything went to shit. How you ended up being separated from the rest of them. Just passing flashes here and there.
Neither did you. That was one thing you both had in common.
Blocking things out, wheather it was subconsciously or not.
And soon enough you found yourself walking up that aisle again.
The aisle where no one knew you.
Only this time you were saying a final goodbye to your older brother instead.
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Sometimes i surprise myself by my own writing, i literally basically zone out and then somehow iv gotten from A to B 🤨😟
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his and his only // sano 'mikey' manjiro
genre: fluff
character: mikey
summary: mikey has an attachment issue ever since losing so many of his siblings (i love to think that mikey has attachment issues>>>)
warnings: contains slight manga spoilers, sister complex, may contain grammar errors, incest ig
It's normal for a boy to have a certain fixation towards one of their female family members, right? Especially when they have some sort of an attachment issue?
This is what always lingered in Mikey's mind when it comes to you; his twin sister he so dearly loves. He has lost his oldest brother, Shinichiro. Then, his younger sister, Emma, and on the next day, his another older adoptive brother, Izana, which he never gets to bond with him as brothers.
You're all that he has left. Of course, he would never want to ever lose you next. You had promised way before that you will never leave his side and you both will always be "those twins". And most of the time, he has doubts on that promise you guys made ever since they started a sibling losing one by one. Mikey blames himself every day for his siblings death, all because he made a gang. But he loves his gang as much as he loves his family that he couldn't bring the thought of disbanding it. It's like losing another family if Toman is over.
And there, you called. He sets his phone to ring differently from others so that he knows it's you who called. He picked it up before his time for a speech would come.
"Hello, onee-chan~!" A cheery voice greets your tired ears.
"Manjiro, when you get back, if I fell asleep, can you please wake me up?" You requested, pressing the 'please' in your voice like a little kid would beg.
He knew what you were doing just by your simple request. After all, you were in a different world from him. You're smart, hardworking and so many people look up to you. Meanwhile, you had to have a twin brother that is the complete opposite of who you are; lazy, childish and people feared him. Sometimes, because he is in a well-known gang, people tend to immediately judge you as well. He had that one phase where he avoided you for a long time just so you can live your life normally. But when he got scolded by you because that's not what you wanted, he was the happiest man alive. To know that his dear sister actually wanted to be with him is like having your crush accepting your confession.
"But aren't you supposed to just sleep? It's already late once I get home. Besides, you're already a genius! You don't have to study," Mikey answers. Sometimes, you put an all nighter and Mikey doesn't like that because he knows you'll be a bit grumpy the next day for not getting enough sleep.
"It's not studying. I'm only doing my homework. Anyways, can you please wake me up if I fall asleep?" From your tone of voice, Mikey can tell you're batting your eyelashes while giving him those doe eyes he oh-so wants to ruin that innocent little face.
"Fine," he grumbles which earns him a small 'yay' on the other side of his phone. "But if you don't wake up, don't go blaming on me for not waking you up!"
"I know. Thank you, Manjiro!" With that, you end the call and Mikey's name was also called for his speech.
After the Toman meeting, Mikey went straight home on his bike. He makes a bee line to your room but didn't knock. He has that bad habit of not knowing how to knock when entering a girl's room. One time, he accidentally walked in on Emma when she was changing which he felt like he needs to bleach his eyes while getting a bit of beating from Emma. And scolding from Draken.
"Onee-chan?" His voice isn't usually this soft. And there you were, on your study desk with the lights still on and your books open but sleeping.
He walks over to you while calling you out to wake you up however you didn't budge. His hands reaches over to your blonde hair and brushes them behind you ears to get a glimpse of your face that looks exactly like him but more of a feminine touch. His face inches closer and closer to yours until his lips make contact with your temple. He breathes in your scent and immediately he feels at home. He takes another whiff of your scent, almost high from it only.
"Y/N . . ." He breathes out your name.
His heart jumps when you start moving. He quickly moves away from you, retracting his hands while blushing, thinking over the possible risk he just done. He sighs and puts on his brother face, like nothing happened.
"Y/N, wake up. You told me to wake you up when l get home." He continues spitting facts to get you annoyed which works as a way for you to open your eyes.
You grumble in your haze and humming so he can shut up.
"Come on! Wake up." He keeps nudging your shoulder lightly until you raise your head.
"I'm up, I'm up . . . What time is it?"
"11.34 pm. Are you gonna sleep or what?"
You look at your book for a moment before giving up and agreeing that you want to sleep. He raised an eyebrow, confused.
"Didn't you want to finish it?" He asks.
"It's not due for tomorrow anyways," you answer while closing all of your books.
"Then, why did you want to finish it in the first place?"
"I don't like doing it on the last minute."
He notices how tired you are so he offered to put away all your books while you can get to bed. You appreciate that and listen to what he asked of you. Immediately, you plop onto your bed and cover yourself with the duvet. After he finishes cleaning up your desk, he checks up on you to see you're fast asleep.
He also takes off his Toman jacket and slide into your covers to join you sleeping. It's not unusual for them to sleep together. They always do it. This is one of the reasons he doesn't want to lose you. His attachment and fixation towards you is too far to sever it by now. He cannot lose you. He doesn't know what he'll do if you're not by his side anymore. Hell, he doesn't want to think about it. It makes him sad and depressed if he keeps on thinking about losing you.
He holds you close and tight in his arms as if you would disappear suddenly. He moves your bangs out of your face once again and gives a long peck on your forehead. Not caring if you noticed it or not. He does want to let you know some day that you're his and he's yours. And that he loves you more than anything in this cruel world. He loves you way too much than he's supposed to as a brother. He will not let anyone take you away from him or they will meet death immediately.
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๑՞⇢ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈 ⠇🦜↴
general info -
meaning: flower fence (花垣) , chestnut flower (栗花落)
alias: tsu-chan (friends), hermit crab (takemichi), boss girl (mizo middle gang)
age: 16 (in 2005); 28 (in 2017) [everyone is a little aged up, like by a year or so]
birthday: 3rd may 1989
zodiac sign: taurus
appearance -
hairstyle: black, short and usually tied into pigtails with locks and bangs framing her face
eyes: deep blue (classic hanagaki trait)
build: she is a little taller than average with firm muscles from training at the dojo since she could walk basically
height: 171 cm (5ft 6in)
personality -
overall: she is rather calm and often resorts to diplomacy to solve squabbles but isn't beyond handing someone their ass if need be. tsuyuri is playful, hard-working and mostly reliable (i say that because with the people she hangs out, ain't no way she gets out of shit with ease)
positive traits: caring, unconditionally generous, open-minded, responsible, rational, isn’t afraid to stand up for justice
negative traits: impulsive, stubborn, emotional, non-committal, mildly possessive
fear(s): water - due to an incident where she almost drowned, tripping while chasing a puppy down the bridge overlooking a river. thankfully, a nice white-haired stranger pulled her out by the scruff of her hoodie in the nick of time, saving her. he also gave her a lollipop which she took eagerly, since nobody said anything about taking candy from heroes.
favourite... -
food: yakitori and tonkatsu ramen
color: coral pink
animal: harp(white) seal
style: casual-comfortable. she always needs to be in something she can move around freely. most of the time, she wears her school uniform, a light brown coat/jacket over it and paired with leggings.
hobbies: playing the guitar, creating handmade gifts
relationships -
parents: unnamed mother, hanagaki tsuneo
grandparents: hanagaki tadashi & chiyo (paternal)
sibling: hanagaki masaru (twin brother)
relative(s): hanagaki takemichi (younger cousin); unnamed uncle and aunt
best friend: emma sano
likes -
causing chaos. she may look like an innocent and otherwise pacifying company but she thrives in ruckus and feeds off the hyped energy all around. in retrospect, she can and will cause a fight and make it seem like she was never there to begin with.
karate. tsuyuri and masaru were put in the sano dojo by their father. it was to get them into self-defense and not leave them unsupervised while he was busy at work. since he was a student there himself, he didn't worry about them getting in too much trouble. while masaru was always getting into fights and getting beaten up, tsuyuri loved it there. she would spend hours on end practicing the katas and perfecting her kicks. sure, she wasn't a prodigy but her dedication made her one of mansaku's best students.
cooking. from a young age, she had to learn to cook for herself and her family since her father was a disaster in the kitchen (that man could burn water) and her grandparents lived too far away to send daily meals. she doesn't mind and loved experimenting a lot. by the time she is a teen, she can make restaurant-style dishes with the correct recipe.
backstory -
In the timeline before Takemichi time-leaped, Tsuyuri had grown up just about the same way, meeting Baji and Manjiro at the Sano Dojo and remaining friends through Emma and their shared trainings. Her father being in the force as a detective left her alone for long lengths of time. When she wasn't in cram school or busy with karate, she'd do arts and crafts. It was shopping for one of those projects that led her to meeting Mitsuya in a cloth store. Later she would be present while Toman was formed, an honorary person just as much as her best friend, the president's sister.
Takemichi and her were never close and she found him standoffish so him running away—although it made her sad—did not affect her as much as Baji's death. She would try to carry on with her life, being a rock for both Sano siblings through Shin's death, a lot of their friends' demise and the gang falling apart and being corrupted.
Emma's death was the last straw for her to cut off all relation with her remaining friends, that being Mikey and Mitsuya. She went socially awol for a while, focusing solely on her studies, got through medical school with a surgeon's degree and became a well known doctor in Shibuya.
In the future, she would lose her job—the hospital firing her to save themselves—for standing up and speaking publicly against the disturbing occurrences resulting from gang skirmishes. But she wouldn't give up that easily, up until the day the police would find her with a bullet through her head, the scene meticulously staged as a suicide.
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Crush | Part One
(Mikey wins!)
Summery: Y/n shows up to the Sano house, expecting to hang out with Emma. Instead, she hangs out with Mikey instead.
Paring(s): Sano “Mikey” Manjiro x Reader
Warning(s): None
A/N: This series can be considered not actually “canon” to the actual Kawata Siblings Series. Also, reader isn’t in Toman in this series.
When your brothers finally took you to one of their Toman meetings for the first time, your admiration for their leader Mikey had began to grow. You had heard stories about him, and you were interested right away. Then actually meeting him in person was a amazing experience. He wasn’t as scary as people made him out to be. At least when it came to just talking with him. You had never seen him in a fight, so you couldn’t toss that rumor aside completely just yet.
While at that meeting, you had became friends with Mikey’s sister, Emma, fairly easily. And because of that, you’d be around Mikey a lot more. Emma would invite you over for hang outs every now and then, and honestly. It was a little weird to be around Mikey so casually. You only knew him for a short while, so you couldn’t consider the two of you to be friends. Not close friends anyway.
But that would change eventually.
“Emma, it’s me Y/n.” You announce after knocking on the door. Today Emma asked you to meet up so you two can go shopping. When there was no answer, you tried again. “Emma? You there?” After a few more seconds, the door finally opened. Only, Emma was not the one who answered.
“Oh Y/n. It’s you.”
It was Mikey. And he looked like he just got out bed. Wasn’t it like, 10 am? How is only just now waking up?
“Uh. Hi Mikey.” You say. “Hey. What are you doing here?” Mikey asks with a yawn. “Emma asked me to come over. We’re going shopping.”
“Oh. Emma’s not here.”
“Huh?” You tilt your head. “Where is she then?”
“With Ken-Chin. He came over earlier and they left together.”
You furrow your brows slightly before grabbing your phone and calling Emma. She answered after a few rings.
‘Hello?’
“Emma! Did you really ditch me to hang out with your boyfriend?”
‘H-He’s not boy boyfriend! Not yet at least…’ Emma says on the other line quietly. Draken must have been close by.
“Why didn’t you tell me before I came here?”
‘Sorry I meant to. Guess I got distracted.’
“Mhm.”
‘Sorry Y/n. Next time, for sure!’
“Alright. You better not flake on me again though.”
‘I won’t, I promise. I’ll talk to you later k?’
“Alright, bye.” You said before hanging up. You sighed before looking to Mikey. “Sorry for waking you up. I thought your sister was here.”
“It’s cool.” Mikey shrugs. “I’ll see you around Mikey.” You say as you turned to leave. “You’re leaving?” You stopped when he asked that, turning back to face him. “Yeah? Emma isn’t here.” You tell him. “You came all the way here though. You can stay for a minute if you want.” Mikey casually says. You blink in surprise. “Uh…”
As awkward as his approach was, were you really gonna pass up the chance to hang out with the leader of Toman? No way.
“Sure.” You smile. “If you don’t mind.” Mikey nods. “Come on.” He walks past you, you follow after him. The two of you walked to the side of the house, where there was a decently sized shed that was connected to the home. “What’s this?” You asked. “My room.” Mikey answers simply. “Your…room?” You mutter. They make him sleep in the shed? Mikey opens the door and walks inside, you follow in.
“Oh.”
The shed was actually made into a pretty cool looking room. There was a small couch in the middle of the room, in front was a large tv with two speaker hanging from above on the entertainment system. And to the far right of the room, was his bed.
Mikey walked further in and seemed to have caught his reflection in a near by mirror. He frowned slightly and tried to smooth out his messy hair. “Ken-Chin does it so much better.” You could hear him mutter as he tries to move his hair out of his face. You tear your attention away from a admiring his room to look at him. You repress a laugh as you watch him struggle to straighten out his bed head.
You walked over. “Want me to help?” You asked. Mikey looked at you, slightly confused. You then realized how you must sound right now, an awkward feeling washed over you while you tried to explain. “Um, I might be able to help, is what I mean. I use to help my brothers with their hair, and every now and then I will if they ask.”
Mikey thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “Sure.” He walked over to a small table and tossed you a brush and hair band. Then heads to the couch and sat down. Your smile grew as you hurried to his side and sat next to him. “Alright, turn around please.” You instruct him, he nods and turns his back to you. You gently combed through his hair, surprised that his hair was so soft, even when messy and tangled.
Mikey’s head swayed slightly, your furrow your brows slightly, looking over his shoulder. “Are you falling asleep?” You ask. “Hm? Oh yeah. Sorry.” Mikey mutters, sitting straight up again. “Seriously Mikey, did you stay up all night?” You chuckle. “Yeah. Me and Ken-Chin were out late riding around.” He answers. “Didn’t get back until…hm, 3 am?”
“3 am? You’re lucky it’s Saturday. You’d be drifting off in class right now.” You say as you part his bangs. “Eh, never pay attention to those boring classes anyway.” Mikey shrugs. “I’d be asleep regardless.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I can only imagine what your grades must look like.”
Mikey laughs. “They’re pretty bad.”
“I bet. Turn and face me again.” You put the hair band around your wrist to be at the ready when you need it. When you look up, you see that Mikey was facing you. Eyes locked on yours. And it was only then, you realized how weird this was. You were doing a gang leader’s hair. One of the most feared and well respected gang leader at that. But forget all that. You and Mikey weren’t on a personal level. And yet, here you were, in his house, in his room, doing his hair?
It was weird.
You tried to ignore the feeling as you comb his bangs back, then take the hair band off before tying it back. As soon as you were done, you put some space in between you and Mikey. “So, what do you think?” You asked, still trying not to feel awkward.
Mikey stood up from the couch and looked in the mirror again. “Huh, pretty good.” You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.” You still couldn’t believe you were here of all places, and hanging out with Mikey of all people. Honestly, maybe it should have felt weirder than it is. But really, Mikey isn’t some sort of god, or above everyone else.
Sure, he was to be respected. But it’s not like he couldn’t be welcoming and friendly. And that is what’s happening right now. Right now, Mikey isn’t being a leader. He’s being a friend. And maybe that’s what’s keeping you from freaking out. Though it still was a little surreal.
Mikey returned to the couch. “Sorry that you didn’t get to hang out with Emma. You’re here with me instead.” He says with a light laugh. “It’s fine.” You say with a shrug. “Emma really likes Draken. Who am I to stop her from getting closer to him? And besides.” You smile softly. “You’re really cool, I like hanging out with you.”
Mikey smiles and leans back on the couch. “You’re pretty cool too Y/n.”
“Me? How?” You ask. “You’re good at doing hair. Also, you’re pretty chill. Didn’t expect that, knowing your older brothers.” Y/n chuckle. “Thanks?”
“You know, before, some people didn’t think we were related until we told them.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. That, or when they wouldn’t dye their hair.”
That seemed to have caught Mikey’s attention. He sat up a little straighter. “What’s their natural hair color?” He asks excitedly. You giggle. “Oh I dunno. Should I really tell their secrets like that?”
“Yes, tell me.”
“Do you really not know?”
“No. No one does. Come on, tell me!”
You roll your eyes playfully. “I can’t believe you’ve known them this long and don’t know. Alright, listen up.” Mikey leaned closer, and you tell him your brothers’ “secret”.
“Really? Huh.” Mikey nods. “Alright.”
“I don’t know if they want that public so. Keep this between us.” You joke. “So. What’s with the shed bedroom? It’s cool.” You ask. “It use to be my brother’s.” Mikey’s answer took you off guard. “Your brother?”
“Yeah. He use to work on bikes in here.” Mikey says with a smile. “I didn’t know you had a brother Mikey.” You say. “Does he not live with you and Emma?”
“Nah. He died some years back.”
“Oh, Mikey, I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologize. Mikey waves it off. “You didn’t know. It’s cool. The bed is the only thing that belongs to be.” You take another look around the room. “It just felt right, me moving in here.” Mikey starts. “I feel closer to him, knowing that he spent so much time in here.”
“He was amazing. I really looked up to him, even though he was pretty lame sometimes.” Mikey chuckles. “He was the founder of Black Dragon, people were pretty drawn to him super easily. His attitude, his charm, his will. All of it. Everyone knew him, everyone respected him.” He looks up at Toman’s flag on the wall. “Hope I can be half the man he was someday.”
You look up at the flag then back to him. “I think you’re already there.” Mikey looks to you, slightly surprised. “I mean, from how you describe him. You’re like a near perfect replica. You have a whole gang who’s inspired by you, they all look to you for a reason. Hell, I’m not even in Toman and I admire you. Seriously, you’re like the coolest person I’ve ever met.”
Mikey blinks, the corners of his mouth turned up into a grin. He chuckles and looks away from you. “Jeez Y/n. You trying to get on my good side or something?”
“I mean, I did fix your hair. I’d hope I’m already on your good side.”
“Good point.” Mikey smirks. “Not everyone gets the privilege of getting that close. Consider yourself lucky.” Oh you did. Coming here, you didn’t even think you’d be seeing Mikey. And now here you were, casually chatting it up with him. Suddenly, there was a knock at Mikey’s door. Then came a voice.
“Hey Mikey, you in there?”
It was Draken’s voice.
“Yeah, come in.”
Draken opened the door, Emma at his side. The two seemed a bit shocked to see you here. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” Emma asked. “Well, I was going to go home after calling you. But, Mikey invited me in.“
“Oh.” Emma mutter. “Uh, well, sorry again for bailing. We can get together tomorrow if you want.” You stood up from the couch. “Sure thing.” You looked down at Mikey. “I’ll catch you later Mikey. I gotta get back and help my brothers out with the restaurant. They’ll chew me out if I’m late again.” You say as you walk towards the door. “Thanks for letting me hang out.”
“See you around.” Mikey waves before you left, closing the door behind you. Draken and Emma looked away from the door and back to Mikey expectantly.
“…What?” Mikey asks.
“Didn’t know you two were so close.” Said Emma. Mikey shrugs. “She’s cool.”
“Did she do your hair too?” Draken asks, knowing well that no one but him touched Mikey’s hair. Mikey nods. “Yeah. She’s pretty good at it.”
Draken and Emma look at each other.
“Why are you guys being weird?” Mikey asks, slightly suspicious.
“It’s nothing Mikey. Have you ate yet?” Emma asks. Mikey’s suspicion left him quickly at that question. He was quick to follow his sister and friend inside the house.
You rushed inside of the ramen restaurant your brothers helped maintain, tying your hair back as you walked in. “I’m back.” Your brothers greeted you before you head towards the back. You walked back into the kitchen, where your oldest brother was at. You didn’t cook, but you did clean.
“Almost late sis.” Smiley said teasingly. “What were you up to?” You roll your eyes. “You know I was hanging out with Emma today. I lost track of time.” Smiley glances at you. “Thought she and Draken were hanging out.” You gave him a bewildered look. “How do you know that?” You ask.
Smiley held up his phone. “She was posting pics of their “date” every five minutes.” He says before putting it away. Your shock quickly wore off. Of course. “Well, I really was at her house.” You sigh. “Doing what?” Smiley asks.
“Hanging out with Mikey.”
Smiley stopped what he was doing and turned to face you. “You what?”
“Yeah, it took me off guard too. But, he just asked me to hang with him for a little while.” You didn’t notice the smile that found it’s way on your lips, or the slight change of tone in your voice as you spoke fondly about Mikey. “I thought I’d be really tense around him, but he’s actually really chill. I mean, I figured he might be. But when you think about Mikey without really knowing him, you’d wouldn’t expect him to be so down to earth.”
“I hope I can do it again sometime.”
“Huh.” Smiley mutters. “I see.”
“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”
“Oh nothing. Just didn’t expect you to be getting so close to Mikey so fast.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously, having a feeling where this was going. “Nahoya. Got something you wanna say?” Smiley just shrugs and turns back to what he was doing. “Nah.” Yeah right. You shake your head and walk past him. “Don’t be weird. We’re just friends.”
“Sure.”
“Oh shut it.” You say before walking out of the kitchen. You couldn’t believe that. Your brothers were protective, sure. But come on. You and Mikey? No way. That would be weird. Wouldn’t it? Like, Mikey of all people. Seriously.
“Y/n? You’ve been cleaning the same table for like five minutes.”
You look over to your brother Angry, who was looking confused. You turn your head away to hide your slightly flustered face. “Sorry. I zoned out.”
“You feeling ok?” Angry asks. You nod. “Yep.” You answer simply. “Hm. Ok.” Angry mutters before going back to what he was doing. You sigh. What were you even thinking? Overthinking, really. You and Mikey were friends. That’s all. End of story.
Well. You hope you two were friends after today. Mikey was a great guy, to be friends with him would be awesome. Though, you had a feeling you two would be hanging out a lot more often.
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sought heaven in you (but i found hell)
↠ summary: Losing your older sister, Emma, took a toll on both you and your half-brother, Mikey. As children your relationship was estranged, but after running away and years passed, Mikey wasn't going to let you out of his grasp again. Even if it meant lending you out to other men for the sake of "protection."
↠ word count: 20,750
↠ pairing: sano manjiro x reader, slight kakucho x reader + bonten trio x reader
↠ genre/warnings: smut, angst, bonten au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, incest, sibling abuse, abuse of power, drugs, alcohol, emotional and sexual abuse/assault, sex work, blood, guns, slight suicidal thoughts, reader is described with having visual bruises. NSFW (NONCON, fingering, pussy slapping, mentioned fisting, spanking, belt used as leash, choking, bondage, riding, exhibitiobism/voyeurism, possessiveness, unprotected sex, little aftercare)
↠ a/n: this is for @killsaki's collab. also take this as an apology for disappearing for a month, i offer you nii-chan porn in exchange for forgiveness
Rattling breaths polluted the winter air. The oxygen shuttered in your chest as you quickened your footsteps. The awning of the train stop was right in view.
Flurries of snowflakes clouded your vision, highlighted by the street lamps that guided your path. Night blanketed you. Gripping the backpack in your stiff hands, you try as you may not to look over your shoulder.
You never knew fear like this before and you clung onto it to remind you of why you were here, in the dead of the night. As if Fate was watching over you as you groaned in relief at the awning a step away, the click of a gun being cocked was right behind you.
“Don’t make this difficult, Y/n.”
CONCEPTION
"Again?" A voice called.
Deep in the room where ruffled bed sheets are were a reminder as to why you were shaking. Your throat was tight and achy. This wasn't the first time a client got violent, but it was the first time they were able to get a hit in.
You clenched your eyes as their blood was still warm on your hands. The memory was hazy as one moment you were flirting with them and the next they had slammed you against the desk with taut hands. Eyes almost bulged out of your head as you scratched and spit to get him off you. With a free hand, you scrambled against the desk for anything to get them off. A book or even a paper weight would suffice, but your desperate fingers gripped onto a letter opener.
The same primal, vicious instinct pulsed through you as the man killing you as you jammed the letter opener so far into his neck you heard the squelch of metal hitting tendons. He stumbled back in shock as he tried to cradle the wound as he rapidly bled out. His mouth was left agape just as yours. You cradled your throat as you coughed and greedily breathed in air.
As he collapsed, you screamed so loud the sound still haunted the room. At that, Kakucho burst in.
"What the fuck is going on?" He barked.
The scene in front of him answered his own question. He spied how you were still clutching your weapon, blood running down your hand from your forearm and the same red liquid splattered on your face. Your eyes were wide and terrified.
"He- I'm- He tried-" You stuttered out.
Kakucho went to the dying man and pulled him up. "You aren't getting out of this so easily."
You had no idea if those words were targeted towards you or the man. Whatever it was, Kakucho helped the man get medical attention. The blood leaving a stain on the expensive carpet was neglected.
More men filed into the room to clean up the mess with Kakucho instructing them to make sure the man was tended to. You stayed at the desk, not moving, not blinking and barely breathing. Time whizzed past you as Kakucho finally came to check on you.
He took the letter opener from your hand. You let him pry open your twitching fingers, fluttering like a dead butterfly's wings. Gripping the side of your head, he directs your attention to him and not the tainted floor. Your pupils sluggishly met him, keeping your focus on his non-blind eye. By now, only you and Kakucho were in the room. Taking the opportunity to be alone with you, Kakucho held you to ground you back to Earth.
“You know this has to be reported to Mikey, right?”
Tears bubbled into your waterline, chest hiccupping. As the adrenaline crash was setting in so did the realization that you just fucked up an arms deal that was in the works for weeks now. You were doomed.
“Don’t tell Mikey,” you begged in spite of how raw your throat was.
Kakucho was about to open his mouth when a voice cut him off.
“Don't tell me what?”
Speak of the devil and he will arrive. Mikey came from behind Kakucho standing in the doorway. Sometimes you think he does this on purpose as punishment, punishment that it was Emma and not you. You peer over to him from where he stands in the doorway. Despite his small frame, his presence polluted and took up the area.
No matter what you did, you could never rid yourself of him.
Kakucho drew himself away from you and let Mikey take the reins. The smaller man crossed the room to stand just where Kakucho was. Taking the hint, he left you and your older brother alone. Your eyes bounced to him, suffocating the pleading expression.
Leering back at Mikey, you slouch more against the desk so he had more of a height advantage. He liked you small. The dark circles were a harsh purple against his dulling skin. You remembered the days when his complexion was a healthy tan with a pinky flush. Mikey was a mere shell of the man he used to be.
His slender but encompassing hand, held your chin smearing the blood deeper into your pores. Tilting your head to the left and then the right, he was silent while he observed your darkening bruise. You were sure it was an ugly red. Assessing the damage, his fingers glided against the flesh and you whimpered in pain. The wound was still very much raw and your larynx was aching.
Sighing, he stopped poking at it since you proceeded to flinch. “Someone bring ice!” He hollered into the hallway.
Turning back to you, his hand went down to stroke up and down your shoulders. The motion brought no comfort.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know,” you rasped.
Mikey didn’t seem to believe you, but decided to drop it since you were so dazed. He couldn’t get any information out of you when you were like this.
“He won’t be allowed back here again, so don’t worry about that.”
The words were meant to bring you solace, but like his touch, it only set you more on edge. You weren’t worried about that. You were terrified you would have to go back. You were sick of this job. You never wanted to in the first place.
What Mikey harbored for you wasn't love and you were sure of it. He never cared for you as an older brother should. For the promise of a done deal, he would sell you to the highest bidder. After the death of your sister, Emma, his leash was incredibly tight.
You were only about five years old when you met Mikey. Taken to the Sano household after you had met Emma first, you had hid behind her leg in fear. You were a secret as you were proof of your father's infidelity. One time was a mistake, but twice was a pattern. Though the cat was out of the bag when your mother stopped being able to afford your care and had to beg the Sano household for help.
For a year, you would have supervised visits with her, usually at parks, so you had a stable pillar to lean on when you were uprooted from your old home. You were always a shy child. Understanding how scary it was to be told you had a whole other family, six year old Emma took you under her wing. You two were thick as thieves, though when she hung out with Mikey you always hung back.
Even as a young child you could tell that the older boy never did like you. Or at least you thought. Once out of ear shot Mikey would ask Emma why you always avoided him. She would merely shrug, just as confused as him. Both of them were a lot more outgoing than you. When Mikey would bring around his friends even as you grew older, you would offer a small wave before barricading yourself in your room.
They tried their damnedest to befriend you though it felt like trying to trick a feral kitten out of hiding with treats. Eventually you would join them in the living room when you could sit next to Emma. Mitsuya and Draken were usually the ones to get you out of your shell the most. Offering no words but they did extend your favorite snack they got at a convenience store, Mikey would watch in envy.
You had been there that night, following Emma. After her death whatever petals that blossomed had shriveled and curled in on themselves. You barely talked and barely ate. Nothing could fill your stomach so you starved, cold from the lack of her warmth. Though she did not leave. She was everywhere, deep in the wallpaper and woven into the fibers of the couch. Her ghost refused to leave the house.
Both you and Mikey were cracking. In the hospital was the first time you two had touched each other. You sobbed into his arms all night long as he shoved his head into your hair. He gripped you so hard you swore he was trying to crawl his way into your ribcage. And at the time, you would have let him. Anything to fill the ache. Draken could only watch sorrowfully. After that night, nothing was the same nor would it ever be.
The whisperings at school and how Toman tried their best to talk to you, grated your ears. For the first time in your life, you were angry. Not a childish anger or simple annoyance. You were enraged and everything was too loud. The sad looks filled to the brim with pity poured into your mouth until you were forced to swallow the false pleasantries. There are so many ‘my condolences’ a person can take.
What broke the most was how Mikey stared at you with such contempt and longing. You knew that he only saw Emma. Your silhouette haunted the home and you both knew you would never be her. He began bringing you to gang meetings. Where Mikey was, you were sure to be tethered to him.
Your hands were sticky with the glue you tried to hold yourself together with for your family. Mikey had known her longer and had been so protective of her, the love he had for her was something you couldn’t fulfill. As the weeks passed, he must have come to the realization as well. He grew meaner and colder. Your brother abandoned clinging to you and pushed you so far you meshed into the walls with her.
The house was tense and it was like walking on eggshells. Any word you spoke was met with a glare and scoff. There was no escape from him as you both attended the same middle school. His icy demeanor stuck to your skin, pulling would only rip away a layer of flesh.
You could tell the words clenched behind his teeth; it should have been you and not her. For the first time in years, you agreed with him. So a few months later, you packed your bags, leaving a letter on your bed and hopped out your bedroom window. Thank God you were on the first floor. With the little money you had from doing odd jobs, you bought a train ticket as far from Tokyo as possible. With a stroke of luck you were able to find your estranged grandmother who took you in, residing deep in the countryside.
You couldn’t stand watching Mikey destroy everything with his stupid middle school gang. You lost what mattered most because of him, the angrier part of you raged. Though as you got older you stopped blaming him. Maybe if you were more vengeful you would have sought out Hanma or Kisaki for murdering your sister when you fled into the night, but you were too exhausted for such emotion.
When Mikey saw you again he swore he was dreaming or he didn’t get enough rest. He doesn’t sleep much nowadays. Years had passed since he found your letter. He had read and reread it over and over until the words finally sunk in. The immature part of him wanted to scream and cry. In hysterics, he ran to Draken’s home with the letter and wailed to him that they had to find you. What if Kisaki or Hanma found you? How dare you leave him, you were his like everyone else in his life. He already lost Emma and now you? Something finally snapped inside him that day.
Though he honored your wishes and left you alone. Mikey was out with his men when you passed by him like a wayward butterfly, he knew that this was a sign that you were meant to be in his grasp again. You had grown so much since the last time he saw you. Unsurprisingly since you were thirteen when you ran away. Your hair was longer and dyed a different color, you were so beautiful and it stung that he never got to watch you grow up with him. He had no clue you were back in Tokyo or if you left at all. He immediately asked Kakucho to track where you are and your routine.
Sickness festered inside him when he found out you worked a humble desk job, frequenting a bar with your male coworkers, laughing boisterously with them. None of those men could care for you like your big brother could.
As giddiness built in Mikey, an uneasiness settled into you.
When you arrived at your apartment late in the evening, something was amiss. The door was unlocked when you spun the knob. A shiver ran up your spine, you always locked it along with the two extra locks you put just in case.
Exhaling a shaky breath you reach for the small handgun you had in your handbag. The possession was highly illegal, but you abused the ties you had to Mikey to obtain it. You weren’t ignorant to what your half-brother got himself into. Steeling yourself, you pushed open the door and walked inside. There was no use to run since if they found out where you live, they would only follow.
Holding your gun out, you side stepped into the pitch black to the light switch. Before you got there the living room light flicked on by itself. You whipped around to see your older brother stand in the space.
You sagged your shoulders and dropped the gun to your side, still clutched onto it.
“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” Mikey’s tone was bored.
He looked a lot skinnier than the last time you saw him and his hair was completely different.
“More like relieved it's just you.”
He pointed his head towards your gun, “Why do you have that?”
“Protection,” Was your reply, still on edge. Yes you were glad it was him and not a stranger, but you weren’t stupid or blind to what he has become.
Mikey embarked towards you and you backed away, scared of what he was capable of and why he broke into your home. You can’t imagine it's for a long awaited family reunion.
“What do you want, Manjiro?”
“Can’t a brother visit his dear, baby sister?”
With each word he stepped closer to you until you were backed into a corner. Stumbling over your still heel clad feet, you two fell into a twisted rhythm. The door was still in sight and your focus ricocheted to the escape route. Keeping him at arm's length, you raised your gun at the unwavering man.
“Get away from me.”
His eyes were dead and showed no emotion as he twisted the gun out of your grasp. You yelped at the pain shooting up your wrist as he locked your arm. If he applied a little more pressure the bone would surely break.
He tugged you close to him until you were almost nose to nose, “Do you think a gun would protect you against any of the men who want your head on a platter? I never remembered you being this naive.”
“Because you didn’t know me,” You spat out.
“Bullshit, I know everything about you and I know that if I let you stay in this apartment for one more night then it won’t be only me that will pay you a visit. Kisaki is still out there, you know?”
You glanced back down at the gun but he kicked it even farther away, “You are not going to uproot my life because you deem it fit. I don’t need you.”
He brought a hand to your face and gently cradled it as you glared at him, “I don’t think I asked.”
Mikey released you from his hold to shove you onto the couch. Hugging the offending wrist to your chest, you rubbed out the pain the best you could. A new man comes into your agape door with a certain swagger to him. His hair was a deep black and a middle part that reached about his ears. One of his eyes was a foggy hue with a scar framing it. It only served to make him more handsome.
He made himself at home within your apartment, immediately helping Mikey to pack all your belongings.
“I’m Kakucho,” He introduced himself as he put the bag down near you. Mikey could be heard ruffling through your shit in the background.
“Fuck you,” You replied, pissed that Mikey dragged you back into this life.
He laughed at your response and the corner of your lip quirked up, but you stifled it. He was attractive, you will give him that, but you refused to fall for his demeanor and sharp grin.
Before you could dwell on the man in front of you, Mikey ushered you out of the apartment and into the car waiting for you three at the back of the building. The model was obviously something expensive, but it did nothing to impress you. Your bags were put in the trunk while you were shoved in between the two men. There were two other men in the front, the one driving seemed familiar.
How Bonten had not been caught was beyond you with the mansion they all lived in. They obviously were flexing their wealth, but you assumed the police were being bought out so they didn’t care. The halls billowed as you were toiled to where Mikey wanted you.
He burst open a door to what you presumed is his office. He sat behind the desk in a fancy office chair while you were forced onto the lavish, leather seat. You stared at each other before your brother finally spoke.
“I want you to be a hostess at the Haitani Brothers’ clubs,” he raised a hand to stop your protests, “All I need is for you to butter up clients. Nothing more than a little touching and drinking with them. You will be guarded the whole time.”
“Are you serious, you want to whore me out to gangsters? You’re out of your mind!”
“Watch your tone,” His timbre was plain, but his irises flashed with something violent.
“You don’t get to try to act like a respectable older sibling now.”
“This isn’t up for discussion, this is to ensure your safety.”
You laughed out a scoff, “Yeah, safety. If you wanted me to be safe, you would have stayed the fuck out of my life.”
You shot out of your seat and flipped him the bird when he yelled at you to come back like a father herding an insolent toddler. You exited out of his office and passed by Kakucho who hooks a hand around your arm. “Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?”
“Let me go before I scream.” A glare was stamped deep on your forehead.
“That will only bring men who aren’t as nice as me.”
You raised a brow at that.
“Look, I know Mikey doesn’t seem like he has the best intentions, but for the past few years, you don’t know how much he talked about you. He missed you.”
You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, confused and uncomfortable. What choice did you have?
EGG
The ability to speak again came back a couple days later. A bruise stayed heavy on your throat, wrapped in semi-permanent handprints, you tried your hardest not to stray on your reflection. Purple and red bloomed from the wound and were quite tender. Despite this, you were offered little sympathy.
Within a dark corner of the back of one of the Haitani brothers’ clubs, Kakucho tried to offer some pity. Your face was twisted into an ugly expression from the anxiety. Clutching your arms so tight that your nails left indents in the fragile flesh, you lifted your head to him.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
He only sighed with sadly pinched eyebrows.
At the sound, your voice hitched, “Don’t make me do this, Kakucho.”
“You know that I can’t do anything about it.”
You gripped at his shirt and you tried not to break apart as you wheezed out, “Have you ever even tried.”
He clutched your cheeks between his fingers, “Me even thinking about it will have both our heads. I may be number three but I am not as powerful as you think I am.”
You rested your head on his chest, “I know.”
And you do, you were not ignorant to the fact that you and Kakucho being as close as you are is a risk in of itself. Though, you took the leap, hugged the one bit of kindness of this world close to your aching chest.
He lifted your head and extracted you from him, “We both have a job to do. Let's just get through tonight.”
Agreeing, you towed yourself from him and steeled yourself. With a bleeding heart, you departed from him and rounded the corner to the door into the back of the club. Even in the back hallways of the club, the smell of smoke crowded your lungs. The bass of the music was a soft thumping, comforting you. The walls were illuminated with an orange watercolor like finish. A haze clouded your vision.
Free of any human interaction, you make it into your private room. Here was where you got ready and welcomed clients to your misfortune. The room was on the bigger side, complete with a velvet couch, an ottoman and a classic style vanity. It all screamed old Hollywood.
Amongst the furniture was the very last person you wanted to see. Leaning against your vanity table was Sanzu. He was clad in his usual purple pinstripe suit without the blazer. His arms were crossed, posture that of a disapproving parent. You instantly tensed.
“Where’s Ran?” You asked as he was the one that told you your clients.
He didn’t respond to you. Further on edge, you spied how he beckoned you over with a curl of his finger. Tethered to the palm of his hand, you walked over. Crossing the room in about ten steps, you stand before the lanky man. In front of him, you shivered at how in spite of his slouched stance, he towered over you.
This close, you could see how his dilated pupils ate up the beautiful blue. The man stayed silent and so did you. You watched each other as he parts an arm from the tangle and dragged a hand up your arm. Swallowing the shutter, your arm broke out in goosebumps as his fingers glided up to your shoulder and to your neck. You winced when he pressed a thumb into the healing skin.
Gently, he traveled to your nape and stroked the baby hairs. Not before twisting the long fingers deep in your tendrils and wrenched your head so far back you screamed and scrambled to grab the offending wrist.
His visage was thunderous as he pulled your face close to his, “You are not going to fuck this up, you are already on thin fucking ice, you hear me?”
Eyes clenched, you could barely respond from the agony. He jostled you and tears strung your eyes, but he didn’t care.
“Look at me.”
Terrified of what he would do, you opened your eyes. Sanzu’s features were blurry from the water, but the pleasure he got from this was prevalent. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he shoved you as close to him as possible. The man rubbed his bulge against your crotch. Of course he was getting off to this. Trying to ignore the motion, you stared up at him with pinched eyebrows. Something crossed between a glower and a dejected expression.
“I love how pathetic you look like this.”
The freak proceeded to lick up the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. You squirmed and whined in his suffocating embrace, hating the slimy tongue against your skin.
Already bored of you rejecting his little game, he pushed you away from him. With the pressure, you stumbled into the ottoman in the middle of the room. You peered up at him with unbridled hatred, but there was nothing you could do and he was well aware of the fact.
“Behave or else that bruise around your throat will be the least of your problems.”
With that he walks out and slams the door closed. You glimpsed up at the vanity to see the mascara streaks on your cheeks and your ruffled hair. A screech pierced through the air as you pounded a fist against the seat before composing yourself and stared at yourself in the mirror, getting lost in the reflection.
Like Kakucho said, you have a job to do.
A voice towed you from your thoughts. Oh yeah, a few hours had passed. Your reflection met you once again except you were far away from the private room. Here, you were in Mikey's bedroom. He rarely used the room unless he wanted something from you. In the full length mirror, you stared at the woman clad in a pretty dress. Tonight was a blur and you welcomed the cloudy feeling, the less you remember the better.
From behind, Mikey approached your form. Brief eye contact was exchanged as he put his hands on your bare upper arms. The warmth had you shutter, but you almost drifted into him.
“Arms up,” He spoke into the tense air.
Like a dog, you obeyed. His fingers brushed against the hem as he pulled the dress over your head. Deliberately, he leaned the garment against the chair near the open, walk-in closet. Your arms were heavy lead as they dropped back down to your sides.
Mikey crossed back to your stagnant form. His eyes drank up your almost naked silhouette, unable to keep his touch to himself. Kissing your bare shoulder, he whispered in the flesh, “My pretty girl.”
You shuddered.
Still watching each other through the glass, Mikey turned his focus to the man-made collar decorating your throat. His hand traveled to the bruise and brushed against it. The pain was dull. As your brother bore into you, you had half the mind to cover yourself, but it would only offend him.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Every time he uttered those words, a part of you withered. Mikey was a possessive man by nature. Despite him being the one to force you into this profession, he would always satisfy the need to conquer.
You merely nodded as you laid in the soft bed sheets curated just for you. He was quick to cover his body with yours. The stark difference of you only in panties compared to him still fully dressed was humbling. You were vulnerable.
Your hair pooled around your head like a halo. His own strands curtained around you, framing his face so it was all you saw. If Mikey had it his way, that is exactly what would be your own world. Him.
In a sense, he already was.
One arm bracketed your head while the other reached to cup your bare breast. His thumb circled the nipple. Your breath hitched as he toyed with the sensitive flesh until it pebbled. A yelp left you when he pinched your nipple. You squirmed, hating how he did it only to elicit a reaction. The corner of your brother’s lip quirked up.
“I won’t torture you too much tonight,” He spoke against your lips.
“Please.”
You didn’t want this to last longer than needed. He loved to take his time with you. To pull every reaction and sound from you until you were sapped dried.
He kept circling your nipple as he slotted his crotch more firmly against yours. Impatient, Mikey rubbed himself into your warming pussy. Bending down, he kissed your temple. Moving in tandem with him, you bucked into the growing bulge. He was so much different from Sanzu in this regard where he still hasn’t fucked you. The taller man couldn’t say the same.
Becoming bored of toying with your breast, his hand trailed down the length of your rib cage down to your hip bone. Mikey fully pulled away so he sat on his heels. Wanting better access, both hands went to the lacy hem of your pale pink panties. His thumbs hooked around the fabric and lugged down. The fabric was easily torn away. Like unwrapping a present, he ripped the undergarment completely off you. Gentle when it caught on your ankles, pulling your legs up to gain access. Your brother kissed the bone.
Sliding his palms down, he cupped them underneath the juncture and pushed your knees to your chest. Those inky irises bored into your bare cunt. A mix between the brief pleasure and the humiliation, your pussy glistened.
“Fuck, you look so tight. I have no clue how with how slutty your pussy is,” His tone stayed bored but with a breathy edge to it.
When you didn’t acknowledge his words, he released one of your legs to slap your clit. Crying out, you attempted to close your legs but his mass made it impossible. You whined at the pain and he did it again. Your clit tingled and was swollen.
“I’m talking to you, pretty girl.”
“S-sorry,” You whined out, not knowing what to respond to.
He only hummed and became transfixed on your clenching cunny. “Let’s see how tight you are.”
Mikey twirled your bundle of nerves a few times before guiding two fingers into your hole. Already wet, he was able to slip in with ease. You moaned, welcoming something filling you. Even if it was him. You gave up a long time ago fighting him and trying to get him to see reason, to see how wrong this all was.
“You’re sucking me in, pretty girl.”
Whining in response, you wiggled your hips for him to move. He huffed a laugh at your impatience. Ignoring you, Mikey went at his own pace. His fingers curled upwards to rub the spongy spot inside you. He was meticulous with how he brought you pleasure. Every nerve was on fire and played with.
Smothering you again, he leaned down so he was nose to nose. You were completely surrounded and displayed for him. Breath mixing, you moaned for him. If it was anyone else the gesture would be loving—romantic, sweet. All it did was leave a bitter taste stuck to the back of your teeth like plaque.
Picking up the pace, he thrusted his fingers with more fervor.
“Can you handle more?”
“Yes,” You broke out.
Glaring down at you, he slowed down, “Yes, what?”
Embarrassed, you looked away for a moment before whispering, “Yes, Manjiro-nii.”
“Good girl.” He smiled—such a rarity these days—ramming his fingers faster once again.
You gripped the bed sheets as he added another finger to the mix. He scissored the appendages, splitting you further. You had no clue how much more you could take. Bucking to his rhythm, you whined wanting him to touch your neglected clit. It twitched and was still puffy from the slaps.
“Please!”
You both knew what you wanted but he steamrolled past your want. He needed to ruin you especially for your clients. You were his. His to break and tear apart until your sloppy cunt was perfect for just him.
Mikey added his pinky to the rest of his fingers and you almost screamed at how you were pried gaping. His fingers were slender but still bigger than yours. Long enough to easily reach your g-spot while you scrambled to brush and pound into it like he does.
“Doing so well, maybe one day I can shove my whole hand inside. Completely ruin you for anyone else,” His words meshed into your lips.
Gazing into him, you tilted your head so your lips brushed together more. Taking the hint, he crashed into you. Whimpering, he slotted his rosy flesh into yours, kissing you feverishly. Your arms came up to grab the sides of his shirt. Mikey finally touched your clit again. You almost screamed when he rubbed circles into the bundle of nerves, tittering you close to the edge.
He abandoned your leg to grip your cheeks, parting from your lips. His eyes went to between your legs to watch how you were taking four of his fingers. A dark patch imprinted on the bed from your slick. Prodding at your spongy spot again along with pressing harder into your clit was too much, you came with a high pitched moan. You were sure everyone in the manor heard it and no one cared. Everyone knew what your brother did to you in the dark.
Mikey guided you through your orgasm, slowing his thrusts until they came to a complete stop. After a moment, he pulled his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenched and you whined at becoming empty again.
Your chest stuttered as you tried to gain your breath. Mikey got up to grab a towel nearby and wiped his hand and then between your legs. You flinched from the rough material against the sensitive flesh. He said nothing.
Throwing the rag somewhere in the room, your brother came to lie next to you. He hauled you into his chest and you didn’t refuse. There was no point in fighting. You felt like an egg hatched too early, premature to find your footing. Otherwise, why do you follow a man that wants nothing but the worst for you?
LARVA
You were so sick of the sight of green. Never privy to Spring or Summer, you welcomed Winter’s bitter air with open arms. Though, the bruise was fading into a greenish hue with splotches of purple mixed in. Such a green so unnatural, you couldn’t even compare it to a full apple tree. Subconsciously, you rubbed the skin.
Humming, you idly get ready for bed, already dressed in silk sleepwear. The past week Mikey had neglected you and you savored it. He went through bursts where you weren’t even a thought in his head. A darker part of your mind hoped he would completely forget you. Maybe in a freak accident (you possibly took part in) or he simply got too busy and stayed in his damn office.
As Mikey was preoccupied with whatever gang business, you were back in the full swing of hostess work. There were a few regulars ornery you weren’t available for sleeping with but anytime they got too rowdy, Rindou was sure to give them a firm ‘talking to.’ Rindou was an enigma to you. He was your least favorite of the two brothers, but he never complained when beating up piggish men.
You weren’t stupid enough to think it was any sentiment towards you, but more bloodlust being fulfilled. Rindou was a lot meaner than his older counterpart. While Ran was not a stranger to being touchy and a tease, Rindou was rough with handling you. You often dreaded when Rindou was in charge at the club instead of Ran. At least he pretended to care.
Sometimes, you would imagine Draken instead of Ran as in some twisted way he reminded you of the old friend. Those moments were when you had too much to drink. It still brought you solace, to pretend. You did that a lot.
A knock interrupted you. Your heart skipped a happy beat at the noise. There was only one person in the whole manor who offered you the courtesy. Sitting in front of your personal vanity, you fluffed your hair.
“Come in,” You tried your best to stifle the giddiness.
In came Kakucho not out of his day clothes yet. He wore a dark, silk dress shirt, unbuttoned so his chest was on full display. Your eyes drank up the rippling muscle. The clearing of his throat removed you from the sight. Knowing you were caught, you met his eyes and he gave you a sly grin.
“Subtle.”
“What do I owe the pleasure?” You asked, ignoring his taunt.
“Can I not check on my boss’ most prized possession?”
He walked closer to you as you angled your focus back to yourself in the mirror. Taking a cotton pad from the pack, you finish wiping off the rest of your makeup. It had been a long day. Kakucho came to stand right behind you. Your head was just under his chest while sitting. You felt so small as he crowded you.
Usually you would shake him off, but Kakucho wasn’t stupid. He would visit you in your room where no one would go down the wing you resided in, on the complete opposite of Mikey’s office and bedroom. Sticking closely to the night’s shroud so no one saw him enter.
You scoffed at his words, “Don’t call me that.”
“Hmm,” He hummed, not really listening as he brought a hand down to your neck.
You shivered as his gentle fingers brushed against the tarnished skin. Softer than the rest of the men who touch you—for once, the wound wasn’t agitated. His hand was warm. Kakucho swallowed up your neck, guarding it from any further attack. The weight was safe.
“It’s quite unfortunate that Mikey wouldn’t let me kill him.”
He moved his palm to idly stroke the bruise, transfixed. You gawked at him in the mirror, but he stayed focused on the blemish.
“Please don’t kill for me.”
“So I can kill in general?”
You murmured, “You know that I can’t tell you what to do.”
“Good girl.”
You shivered at the words, “Kakucho…”
He tilted your head back by your chin and rested the rest of his hand on your throat so it was against his stomach and he looked down at you, “Yes?”
“Don’t say things like that.”
His eyebrow quirked up, “Didn’t you just say that you can’t tell me what to do?”
You shook your head to free his hold on you. His taunts were becoming too much. You might be in your bedroom, but who knows who could walk in even when he’s being careful. Reluctantly, you departed from him and attempted to step away from the cushioned stool. You didn’t make it too far when he grabbed the crook of your elbow and spun you around to confront him. Shocked and dizzy, your hands went to his chest to gain some balance.
The skincare and makeup bottles cluttered when he lifted you up on the vanity table. Giving you no time to protest, he crashed into you. Parting your legs, he sank himself into you and pulled you as close as possible. Your lips moved in a familiar rhythm. You whined into the force of the kiss, but you weren’t complaining.
He clutched onto your waist, his hands swallowing you. As if life was mocking you, the sound of your door being kicked in rattled your eardrums. Stood in the doorway was Sanzu, the very last person you wanted to see besides Mikey.
Fear crawled up your spine at the glimmer in his eyes. There was no way for you to explain your way out of this one. Kakucho rapidly stepped away from you. You slipped off the vanity and wiped your mouth as tears bubbled up. In every sense, you were fucked.
Sanzu bounced from Kakucho to you. His features screamed the cat that got the cream. He was elated and he was making it known with the smile of mischief and hatred stretched on his lips.
“Mikey wants everyone to meet up, now.”
With that he walked away, not even closing the door behind him. You ignored Kakucho as he attempted to console you. There was one thing on your mind. Chasing Sanzu who was already halfway down the hall, your feet were quickened patters.
“Sanzu, Sanzu!” You whispered-yelled until you caught up and stood in front of him. Arms spread wide, you tried to stop his path. To humor you, he ceased his movement. “Don’t tell Mikey.”
A grin broke out on his face as he leered down upon you, “Oh yeah and why not? Boss sure is not gonna be happy with you or Kakucho, he might even be mad enough to kill him.”
At that you clutched onto his shirt, knees buckling, “Sanzu, please, I am begging.”
His hand pets the top of your head before wrenching your head back by the hair on the nape of your neck. You gripped harder on his shirt.
“What’s in it for me?” His voice was dripping with temptation.
“I will do anything! Please, I promise, anything you want I will do it.” Tears were streaming down your face.
He stroked a thumb under your eye as the tears flowed, “Anything?”
You nodded despite the hand holding you down. He stared at you for a bit before shoving you away from him.
“Fine, I will hold you to that.”
“Thank you! Thank you,” You sobbed.
He clutched onto your shoulder while steering you to the meeting room, “Don’t thank me just yet.”
The hand and the promise was your leash. Being near Sanzu always had set you on edge as this isn’t the first time he took advantage of you. Gulping down the anxiety, you let him guide you. Further down the hall, Kakucho’s footsteps followed you both. In no time, he was barely a foot behind you, but you didn’t move your head.
The room greeted you. Sanzu held his grip as you both walked in. An oval shaped table filled the room and Mikey sat at the head like a king, chin resting on intertwined fingers. If Sanzu’s clutch bothered him, he displayed no indication of it.
You were beckoned to his side, Sanzu in toe. He rolled out the chair for you and shoved you into the seat. Pushing the chair so far in, you stifled the grunt as the edge crushed your rib cage. Sanzu ignored you as he took the spot to your right.
Kakucho walked in and placed himself in front of you at the table. Even with the distance, you shrank at his presence. He tried his best not to stare too hard.
The other men filed in with Ran sitting next to Sanzu and Rindou next to his brother. Kokonoi sits next to Kakucho with Mochizuku sitting next to him and Takeomi sits next to him, being as far from his younger brother as possible. They were all dressed in fancy suits, compared to you in silk pajamas. If you weren’t out of place enough already. You were rarely let in on meetings, so you were confused.
All heads pivoted to Mikey from the sound of his lips parting like on a timed rig. It was quite creepy how synced they all were.
“As you all know that the current governor is retiring,” He paused as the men nodded, “And he has two candidates of whom he will be offering his position to. Either his son or Tadashi Yuma, a man well known to oppose Bonten. At the current moment, the governor is favoring Mr. Tadashi so as to not be accused of nepotism.”
As he continued to speak, you were only more perplexed. How does elected officials have to do with Bonten and more specially you?
“And what does this have to do with us?” Sanzu asked flippantly, taking the words right from your brain. The man next to you rested his hand on his chin, staring at Mikey with boredom. His other hand crossed the boundary of the chair into yours. Your leg wobbled when his cold palm cupped your knee. You dared not turn your head towards him, instead keeping it down.
“Everything. Tadashi is too far gone to persuade, but the son is both buddy-buddy with the police and known for doing back alley dealing.”
“Everyone has their vices,” Takeomi piped while he plucked a cigarette, earning a giggle from Ran.
Mikey sent a glare to the men before continuing, “If we get the son on our side, we would both have a governor as our puppet ruler and complete control of the police force in Kyoto. This would secure our position further.”
“And where does she fit into all of this?” Rindou questioned, pointing at you with a limp hand.
“If you let me speak, I could fucking tell you.”
As Mikey droned on, Sanzu got more bold and slithered his hand further up your thigh. Your hands were balled into fists at your side. You knew better than to make a scene.
At the aggressive tone, Rindou raised his hands in a surrender, not too bothered. Mikey glimpsed at you and you hoped your expression didn’t betray your discomfort. His gaze conveyed nothing besides you being his focal point for his next sentence.
“This is where she comes in. A couple days from now there will be a gala with politicians and gangsters alike. The rest of us will keep on the downlow while she will do what she does best with the governor’s son.”
You tried your best to listen and nod along as this was not a mission you could mess up on. Sanzu’s wandering hand made it difficult. He moved up your thigh until his pinky was brushing the band of your panties through your thin pants. As his smallest digit went to stroke your slit, he voiced, “She already messed up once, how do you know she won’t do it again?”
Mikey wasn’t ignorant to how your jaw clicked at his mockery. Your nose twitched in irritation and how his finger rubbed up and down your pussy.
“She won’t,” He glowered at Sanzu and then at you, “isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes, Mikey,” You stuttered out.
To anyone else, they would have thought it was because of fear, but you and Sanzu knew better. He did nothing to hide his shit-eating grin. As the focus was no longer on you, he took the incentive to bring a hand down the stretchy band of your pajamas and shove his hand down to cup your bare pussy. Scared, you gripped his wrist to pull it from you. In retaliation, he pinched your clit. Your back slightly hunched, stifling the whimper.
You peeped at him with watery eyes, but his face showed only boredom and focused on Mikey. When you loosened your grip on arm, he eased up. His fingers twirled your clit, a lot rougher than Mikey was. Sanzu poured his hate into you whenever he toyed with you. You have no clue what you did to piss him off, but God were you paying for it.
Dipping into your syrupy cunt, Sanzu shoved two fingers in and curled upwards. Your legs quivered at the stimulation and you sucked your lips in. If you released even a peep, everyone would hear, especially Mikey. And more importantly, Kakucho. At the thought of the man, you peered up to see him but luckily, he was too engrossed in whatever Mikey was explaining.
Sanzu brutally thrust his fingers in and out of you. The squelching was faint and you prayed no one heard over the sound of their boss’ voice. His palm was firm against your clit, but offered little pleasure. A part of you wanted to whine, but you reeled the needy sound in. You'd rather die than let Sanzu know how much he was affecting you.
Your legs squeezed together when he found the spongy spot inside you. He drove his fingers further to abuse the spot. Digging your nails into his wrist, you bucked your hips slightly. Jaw clenched so tight it hurt, you looked up to make eye contact with Mikey. Icy fear washed over you. Luckily the other men were too deep in conversation to notice how Mikey was fixated on your form. You turned away, face warm as he probably knew what Sanzu was doing under the table. Said man only grinned wider.
You dared to observe Kakucho whose nostrils flared. He was trying hard not to appear affected and you prayed he could school his expression as you were both in deep shit with Sanzu knowing. Embarrassed and wanting this to be done, you wiggled your hips to catch your clit against his palm. Sanzu was not having it as he pulled his palm away from your reach. You were tempted to stomp your feet in frustration.
“Dismissed,” Mikey’s demand had your back bolt straight up.
Everyone in the room aside you, Mikey and Sanzu moved to get up. Once the men were at the doorway did Sanzu dislocate his fingers from your soaking cunt. He wiped his fingers against your pants and whispered in your ear, “Remember your promise, Whore.”
At that, he departed with the rest of the men. Only you and Mikey remained, and you refused to peer up. Humiliation rocked you to the core and tears built up behind your eyes.
“Y/n,” he called.
You look up to him. Mikey slid his chair from under the table and tapped his thigh. Completely and utterly violated and shaking in fear, you launch yourself in his lap. You straddled his hips as he pulled you tight to him. Your brother gripped the back of your head to cradle your face into the juncture of his neck. His free hand rested on your lower back, stroking the exposed skin where your shirt rode up.
Hugging his shoulders, you collapsed into him. You let yourself melt into him, molding together until where he started and you stopped was blurred.
“Nervous?”
Your breath tickled his neck, “Yes.”
He hummed at the answer as he gently swayed the chair side to side, rocking you like a baby. He seemed lost in his thoughts. As he swung you both back and forth idly, his grip on your head grew increasingly tighter. When his nails dug into your scalp did you whimper. If he squeezed any tighter, your head would surely pop like a balloon. His strength terrified you.
“Does Sanzu visit you frequently?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
“Manjiro-nii, I-I’m sorry,” You tacked on the honorific to appease him, but he only shushed you.
“You’re both mine, as long as you know your places, I wouldn’t punish you,” you clutch onto him tighter, “you know I do this all to protect you, right?”
His words hinted to the threat of Kisaki coming for you, too. A threat he planted in your head for years now. And of course, he wouldn’t do anything about Sanzu touching you, it was a pipe dream.
“Yes, Manjiro-nii.”
“Good girl, my good little doll.”
CHRYSALIA
You swallowed your nausea, sitting next to Mikey in the car. The model was one of those fancy ones with a divider between the front of the car and the backseat to offer more privacy. Driving the car was Kakucho while Sanzu was in the passenger seat. When the cars were distributed, Sanzu raced to be in the car with you present in it. You knew damn well he was doing it to torment you, and Kakucho being the driver was the frosting on top of the cake.
Sat behind Kakucho, you stared out the tinted window, wringing your hands in your lap. A hand placed on top of yours halted you picking at your cuticles. Mikey ogled at you, a question on his visage. Your eyes lept to the rearview mirror where Kakucho glanced at you and then back to the road.
Sighing, Mikey slammed the divider closed. In the back of the car, you two were the only ones in the world. The thought was isolating. A part of you wanted to embrace the expensive, Italian leather of the car and luxury this life offered. But the larger, more logical part screamed to be anywhere but here.
“Why are you so nervous?” He dared to ask.
Your nostrils flared, “Why the fuck do you think?”
Anger getting the best of you was a rare feat, but not one Mikey tolerated. His grip went from reassuring to punishing. You whined at your bones grinding together. You attempted to extract yourself, but he tugged you closer to him, your hand landing on the middle seat to catch yourself.
“Watch your tone.”
Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you grimace away from him, glaring at the damn leather. He was quick to grab your face to enforce eye contact. His eyes were blank as usual. Dark circles lined his lower lashline. Mikey appeared older than his age. In a fleeting rebellion, you scowled at him with your cheeks clenched in his strong hands. It offered nothing to the older man.
“What you’re asking of me is grandeur, way too much,” You spoke your grievance to a deity who didn’t care to listen.
“I am asking you exactly what I think you can do.”
“Then you think too highly of me,” Your tone was meek.
His thumb went down to rub against your irritated bottom lip, “Maybe.” Mikey’s focus went from your lips to your neck. The bruise was clearing up to an ugly yellowish-green. The pain was also subsiding, only truly hurting if you pressed down hard enough. “Is it healed enough to cover it with makeup?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
You take note of the silent command. For your job this weekend, you are to be an untarnished doll, perfect and pristine. No one wants tarnished goods. At that, Mikey jerked himself from you and opened the divider back open. From your angle, Sanzu pivoted his head to catch your attention.
His visage smug, like he anticipated you to be beaten down. Your ire was now directed towards him. If your fear wasn’t so egregious, maybe you would have spat right into his face. You reeled in the thought, such dangerous thinking would get you killed.
“How much longer?” Mikey asked.
Kakucho answered, “We are actually here.”
The car rolled to a stop. Sanzu was the first to get out and opened Mikey’s door for him. He skid against the seat to step out, and you soon followed. Sanzu rested an arm on top of the door, towering over you as you climbed out.
From the front, Kakucho said, “I will park the car and then head up.”
Mikey nodded his head and somehow Kakucho saw it. The scarred man glanced at you, the connection was broken by Sanzu slamming the door. Jumping, you glared at him. He merely shrugged, loving he got a reaction out of you.
“Come,” Mikey beckoned and you obeyed.
Coming to his heel like a dog, he gently clutched your upper arm. The threat was bellowing. Try and run, and you were done for. Sanzu followed close behind, you walked through the front of the hotel. The building was extravagant and lined with glass. The foyer was even more gorgeous. It was rare for you to leave the clubs or the mansion, so when you were blessed with sights like this, you drank it all in.
The hotel was a palette of golds, whites, and reds. Marbled floors clicked under your heeled feet. Smooth and milky, you stepped with more weight to hear the sound more prominently. You knew the motion was childish, but it was your favorite part of fancy places.
Mikey let you have your fun as you approached the front desk. Rocking on your heels, your head pivoted around to take in the high ceilings lined with crystal chandeliers. Sanzu walked in front of Mikey to discuss with the receptionist your business.
She was kind and you wondered if she knew what kind of men were before her. Does she know the hotel was soon to be riddled with gangsters and greedy politicians? Or is she used to this considering how luxurious the hotel was. She must have seen it all. While she talked to Sanzu, her gaze bounced to your neck. Your hand subconsciously covered it like an animal protecting its jugular.
Mikey’s hand slithered from your arm to the small of your back to direct to where the elevator was. The contraption was one made completely of glass. Approaching the elevator, your heart hopped into your throat, you always hated heights. You three filed in and you observed how the other men were soon to follow. Crammed into the corner, Mikey’s hand slipped away. So tiny compared to the men in tailored suits, you swallowed your rapid breathing.
You stared into Rindou’s back to ground yourself. Recoiling at the pinky that brushed your hands, you side-eyed who touched you. Kakucho offered nothing and neither did you. You silently relaxed into the appendage. The motion was a risky one, but all the men were watching the numbers tick up. The red numerals dinged with every floor hit until you were at the penthouse, the tippy top of the already tall building.
When the doors opened up the billowing hallway greeted you all. Parading out, the air got less suffocating as you followed them. Soft carpet was now under your feet and you were saddened by the fact. An intricate pattern was woven into the burgundy thread, lined with gold.
The men all went into their respective rooms to prepare for tonight. There was an hour until the show began. Mikey guided you to the room at the furthest part of the hall. At the end was a table with swirling designs, just as gold and red as the carpet. He took the key card from his pocket and tapped it to the pin pad.
Of course, you would share a room with your brother. The room was as splendid as the rest of the hotel. A canopy bed framed with wine hued, velvet curtains with just as dark bed sheets. Two cushioned, gold trimmed chairs face a small, mahogany round table. To the right was a bathroom along with a dresser the same wood as the table. Curious, you went to the bathroom that was huge. A bathtub that could be mistaken as a hot tub was deep into the floor that was black and light grey marble. To the left of the tub was a sink and a giant, oval mirror lined with a whirling almost cloud-like pattern surrounding it.
From your backside, Mikey’s shoes tapped against the marble, pleasant to your ears. His arms wrapped around you and you offered no resistance.
“Is it to your liking?” His breath tickled your neck, your hair stood up.
“Yes.”
Humming, he rocked you two side to side, “I’m glad. I would give you anything you asked for.”
A sad simper graced your appearance. He would, as long as it was materialistic. Your brother couldn’t give you what you desired most as it meant you would be far, far away from him.
He extracted himself from you and offered a hand. You took it as he led you back to the main part of the suite. All of your belongings were already placed in the room. On the door was your dress for tonight. The gown was a midnight color and floor length with a satin finish. A sweetheart neckline paired with off the shoulder sleeves and slit that came up to your hip, with the amount of skin to be exposed, you were glad the gala was inside the same hotel.
Mikey had a suit that matched your dress, everything down to the tie was all black. Directing to where the gown hung, he began to undress you. Unlike him, in his usually baggy shirt and joggers, you kept up appearances. He shrugged off your coat and threw it on the bed. Bending down, he tapped his knee. Listening, you placed your boot on his leg and your hands on his shoulders to balance. At this point, it’s second nature. Nimble fingers untied the laces and hauled the shoe from your foot. He repeated the action on the other side.
Standing back up, you kept your hands on him. Neither of you said anything. Mikey continued undressing you, unbuttoning your pants until they pooled at your feet. Next was your dress shirt that was a blushing pink. He popped every button with ease and tugged the garment down like he did your coat. From your front, he reached around to unhook your bra with zero struggle. Soon you were left in just your panties, but there was nothing sexual about it.
He went to the door to grab the gown and weeded it from the protective plastic. Back down on his knees, he tapped your bare calf. Taking the hint you stepped in the dress and he jerked it up your body. In tandem, you put your arms into the sleeves when he reached your chest. His hand lingered to drag a finger up the length of your spine. Your back twitched upright. Mikey didn’t tease you anymore and zipped the dress up.
The air was stifling, but you pushed it to the side. He went about his own business to get ready as well. Going into your luggage, you gathered your jewelry and makeup bag. Your feet glided to the bathroom and welcomed the cold of the marble tiles. Walking up to the mirror, you take your color corrector and foundation to hide the bruise. The color reminded you of when you were a kid and you would put a dandelion under your chin to see if you liked butter if the skin bloomed yellow.
The makeup did its job well enough, but you added a lace collar to hide the blemish further. Your hands shook as you clasped it in place. A lot of weight was placed on you tonight and the rest of the gala. You couldn’t mess this up.
A rapping on the hotel door spiked your heart rate up. There was no more pushing it off. Walking out from the bathroom, Mikey and Kakucho were talking. They cease their conversation to see you in your glory. While Mikey’s expression softened, Kakucho was stone cold. He knew what tonight meant and he despised when you worked.
“You ready?” Kakucho asked.
“One moment,” You went back to your luggage to pull a pair of designer heels from a box and slipped them on. They barely added any height, maybe about an inch.
Both men were dressed to the nines. Kakucho forgone a tie and vest to leave his chest on display as usual. You forced your focus to Mikey’s face. He looked good in a suit. Perfectly tailored to his form, you couldn’t even tell how skinny the man had become.
Ready, you followed the men out of the room and back to the hellish elevator. The rest of Bonten was already at the gala hosted in the ballroom and bar of the hotel. Everyone was in their positions, it was time for you to slide against the board to your place. Mikey was playing a game of chess and you were mere pawns to his goal.
Balling and releasing your hand, you stepped into the elevator.
“Y/n,” Mikey called and you turned to him. “What is expected of you?”
Clearing your throat, your relayed the mission, “I am to scope out the governor’s son and entertain him by any means necessary.”
The words hurt to say. This would be the first job since the incident where you were expected to sleep with a client. Mikey picked apart at how you clenched up.
“Don’t let last time become a pattern.”
Jutting out your jaw, you bit out, “Yes, Mikey.”
At your words, the elevator doors parted and you were hit with the buzz of people mingling. You three went your own ways to fulfill the mission. With fervor, you crossed the foyer into the ballroom. There was no bodyguard to check if you were meant to be there. Being in the hotel was more than enough of an indicator of your importance. Needing a drink before you advanced your hunt, you clomped to the bar.
Already in full swing, it was near impossible to flag down a bartender. You huffed in irritation, a pout on your lips.
“No luck?” A voice asked to your right.
You jolted and spun around to see a handsome, older man inclining against the bar, his focus completely on you. He was far older than the other men in Bonten, maybe close to Takeomi’s age, but definitely in his forties. His hair was parted to the side with it pleasantly slicked back and an inky hue. A pair of glasses framed his kind face though something darker lurked in how he smiled.
Slapping your work persona on, you pouted further, “Not at all.”
He laughed at your tone. “Didn’t expect it to be so busy so soon?”
“Can you read my mind?” You playfully teased.
He leaned in closer, already enjoying the game you started. “Don’t need to with how obvious your pout is.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed.
He took the sound in stride, “What drink does the princess want?”
You stuffed down how you wanted to retch at the nickname. Men are so easy. Tapping your lip, you pretend to think, “How about a whiskey sour?”
“Consider it done.”
You were prepared to swallow the second-hand embarrassment when he was going to act more important than he was, but the second he raised his hand a bartender was flocking towards him. Your eyebrows raised at the display.
“What can I get you, Sir?”
“A whiskey sour for the lady and scotch for me, please.”
“Right away.”
He turned back to you, a smug glimmer in his eyes, “Impressive, right?”
“Can’t say it isn't,” You propped your hip against the barstool and pivoted all your attention to him. He was obviously a man of importance, but you wanted him to admit it to you.
“Just the perks of being the guest of honor,” he bragged, but it wasn’t bloated, moreso whimsy.
“Guest of honor?” You teased, suspicious.
“Not too fond of politics I presume.”
“Never really cared for it, no,” You rebounded back at him.
His eyebrow raised, he knew more than he let on and so did you. “You really don’t know who I am?”
You stifled the smirk.
Leaning into your ear, he whispered, “Fukuda Daiki. Ring a bell?”
Bingo.
“Ahh!” You proclaimed, “You’re the governor’s son, no?”
The bartender came back with both your drinks. He grabbed his and slightly raised it in the air to point at himself, “In all my glory.”
“Alright then, Mr. Fukuda, why are you amongst the common folk?”
His free hand waved flippantly, “Please, call me Daiki, Mr. Fukuda is too stuffy.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Daiki,” You called out.
Shining in interest, he seemed oddly pleased, “Well, if you want to know so bad, why don’t we go somewhere more private.”
Taking his lead, you knocked back the rest of your drink and placed your hand in his outstretched one. The crowd parted for him and you caught the eye of Mikey. He clutched his glass, watching as Daiki took you to the more secluded areas of the bar. Further down was a darkened area with velvet booths. Many officials and gangsters conversed about who knows what.
You slid into the seat and he mirrored you on the other side. Surprisingly, he kept a respectable distance. The older man gestured towards the wine in a bucket of ice. You nodded your head. He grabbed the two glasses and began pouring the blood-like liquid into the cups for each of you.
Taking your own, you took a sip and savored the deep flavor. He did the same.
“So what is so secretive that you had to pull me into the shadows?” You questioned over the rim.
He smacked his lips together, before answering, “When your father is as important as mine is, you have to be careful. Let’s just say, I like to dabble in unsavory hobbies. To watch my back, I have to watch other’s.”
The governor’s son’s words were cryptic, but you understood what he was putting down. You knew full well the type of ‘hobbies’ he engaged in, that’s why you were here, in this fancy hotel filled with fancy people.
You crossed your legs and purposely had the tip of your heel glide against his shin. Bending over with your cleavage on display, you quipped, “What kind of unsavory hobbies.”
His eyes bounced to your exposed chest and back to you, “I think you know already.”
A smirk played on your lips as you took another sip of your drink. The warmth was starting to hit you. More hazy than before, you continued your game, “And would you want me to contribute to this hobby?”
His throat bobbed, his head probably already filled with images of you in precarious positions. “Who wouldn’t.”
The sentiment caught you slightly off guard and you instinctively smiled at the compliment. Not many men were so upfront with how much they found you attractive. The words were often crude and straight to the point.
Thinking of an answer, your eyes strayed to the rest of the party. Back to where most of the gaggle was, Takeomi was conversing with Daiki’s father. The old man let out a full belly laugh and clapped a hand onto Takeomi’s shoulder. You could assume his part of the mission was falling into place. Persuade him to elect his son while you entrance the son to favor Bonten, a neat domino effect.
Angling your focus back to the man in front of you, you told him your thoughts. “Not many men are so sweet with their words.”
Daiki laughed, content that he appeased you. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. “Hold that thought.”
When he answered the phone, his expression fell and sighed. After telling whoever was on the other line he would be right there and hung up, he placed his phone on the table.
"I must go."
"Oh," You answered sadly, but your heart skipped a beat in fear.
"Will I see you again this weekend?"
"If you are willing."
He got up from his seat and knocked his knuckle against the table, contemplating. "Meet me here again, tomorrow night."
"I look forward to it."
And with that he was gone, fading into the crowd of people. Finally alone with yourself, you slouched into the seat and heavily exhaled. You dropped your face into your hands, careful not to ruin your makeup. Groaning, you goggled your wine glass, contemplating if you should finish it off or not.
Before you could settle on a decision a familiar, obnoxious voice came barrelling towards you. Sanzu with a girl tucked under his arm and Mikey in toe came to disturb your moment of peace. The pink haired man slid in, the girl following him. Mikey went to your other side, trapping you to the booth.
Sanzu slung his arm over your shoulder and wrenched you to him. He was obviously cross faded, his pupils blown out and alcohol tainted his breath.
“So our little star of the show, how did it go?” The implication of did you fuck up again hung in the air.
“Good. He had to leave, but he asked to meet again tomorrow night.”
He bobbed his head enthusiastically, a hum as his answer. You turned to Mikey to see if you gained his approval. He conveyed nothing, staring at Sanzu’s arm around your neck. Prickling, you tried to rip it off you, but Sanzu only culled you closer.
“I think that calls to celebrate.”
He reached over to grab the wine in the middle of the table and offered it to you. You shook your head, trying to pull away. His forearm dug into your larynx, choking you. Putting the cork between his teeth, he ripped it off and spat it out somewhere into the room.
“Come on, Whore, drink.”
Sanzu shoved the bottle into your mouth and tipped it so the wine spilled into your mouth faster than you could swallow. You clawed at his arm and kicked your feet while your eyes clenched closed. The girl, too high to think, started to chant for you to chug.
The liquid spilled from the corners of your mouth and down your neck, staining your dress. You whimpered and squirmed, but you were helpless. Like an animal on its back, you lashed out and rammed your elbow so hard into Sanzu’s stomach, he coughed. Naturally, he removed himself from you and cradled his stomach, keeled over.
“You fucking bitch!”
The sound of you dry heaving drowned out his indignant cries. Mikey did nothing as you pushed past the need to vomit. Bored of you already, Sanzu went back to entertaining the girl. You were a mess.
Tears flowed over and you glared into your lap, sticky and wet. Your brother blew out a puff of air and moved to get out of the booth.
“Let's get you cleaned up.”
Following his lead, you both left Sanzu to his own devices. He was no help now, anyway. Wiping your cheeks in an attempt to save some piece of dignity, you followed him back into the foyer and into the elevator.
The dinging of each floor was monotonous. When you reached your floor, you basically ran back in the room. Mikey opened the door with ease. While you took off your collar, he peeled the blazer off. He must have felt as stuffy as you did with all the layers constricting him.
“Go run a bath, I will join you in a second.”
Never one to disobey his orders, you were happy to take a soak in the affluence tub. Skinning the soaked dress from you, you mourn the garment. You only hoped, you could get the stains out somehow.
Walking over to the knobs, you rotate them both, favoring the hot valve. While the water ran, you took the fancy bottles and poured soap in the mix. As the bath frothed, you stripped your panties off.
The water was at sufficient height so you twisted the knobs to their former state. Your foot reeled back at the heat, but you urged your way in. The bubbly, hot water hugged you and you moaned in relief. You sunk into the deep tub until only your head popped out.
Mikey appeared once again, this time adorned in his undone shirt and pants. Swimming to the edge of the bath, you watched as he shrugged off his shirt. Along with the Bonten tattoo at the nape of his neck, a tiger in a classic yakuza style art spanned the whole length and width of his back. The tattoo was paired with swirling lilies. Even though Mikey had lost weight, his back rippled with muscle.
He shredded his pants and boxers as well. You averted your gaze when his cock came into view. Despite being flaccid, you could tell he was on the bigger side. Swimming to the other side, you gave him enough room to step in. He, too, welcomed the warmth of the bath and sunk down beside you.
Mikey tugged and manhandled you until your back rested against his chest. You slipped down a little and he comfortably rested his chin on top of your head. Chin in the water, you blew at the bubbles that floated near you. Arms wrapped tight around your chest and stomach, you melted further into him. There was nowhere else to go.
“How did the mission really go?”
Whatever serenity you had was zapped from you. You bristled, “I wasn’t lying.”
He hummed in response.
You pulled away from him and endured him head on, a grimace on your visage and pressed, “I’m not lying.”
“I never said you were.”
Kneeling between his legs, he caged you in.
“You’re implying it.”
He turned you back around and went back to hugging you. Mikey exhaled and sagged into your hair.
“Does Sanzu do that often?” He changed the subject.
“Torment me?” You scoffed.
“I suppose.”
Another mass of bubbles drifted by you and you cupped it. Spinning in Mikey’s hold, you placed the bubbles onto his head. He offered a nostalgic smile.
Morphing the tiny air pockets into a cone shape, you answered, “Sanzu hates me and has no qualms making it known.”
“I will speak to him about it.”
Your hands stopped. “Don’t.”
“And why not?”
“Because then he’s just going to do it more, but in secret. You know very well, better than most, how hard it is to reel Sanzu in.”
He gripped your wrists and kissed your knuckles. The same feeling from earlier today drifted back in. It was in rare moments did you find comfort with him. But you weren’t fooled, not by his caring and attentive words. You were no better than a butterfly pinned to a bulletin board.
IMAGO
Tonight was the last night of the gala. A lot of weight was on your shoulders to seal the deal with the governor’s son. The ballroom was bustling and in full swing. All the booths were filled to the brim, the gaggle of designer clothes and pearl necklaces suffocated. This life wasn’t meant to be yours, but here you were, meeting a politician for the third night in a row.
In spite of the circumstances, you liked his company. You knew full well he indulged in flesh and drugs, but he was kind. A kindness rarely offered to you. He knew what you were and you knew what he craved, there was no lingering, unspoken tension.
He enjoyed the game you played, the back and forth. Will he seal the deal or won’t he? A small part of you wondered if Daiki did this to keep your attention. Well, he had it.
Resting your hand on your chin, you smiled at him.
“What?”
You tilted your head, “You know if you closed the deal with Bonten, you could have me whenever you wanted.”
Usually you would beat around the bush more, but you were on a tight schedule and Mikey’s glare burned into your temple. From across the room, up on the balcony, he wasn't subtle with how he stared.
Daiki’s face rose in surprise, “Oh?”
“Mhmm,” you crooned, “not just me, but any girls in the clubs, you could have without having to be sneaky. Bonten is all about secrecy. Nothing you want to be exposed, won’t. You rub our backs, we rub yours.”
He adjusted his glasses, “And where does this all lead to? I could have the same offer from any other gang.”
“But will any other gang secure your place as governor of Kyoto?” You were making a huge gamble giving away Bonten’s hand, but there was nothing else you could say. Your hand was a dud.
“You’re promising a very dangerous thing, Love,” His voice had an edge, both a threat and anticipation. He wanted what you dangled in front of his face, but, he too, didn’t know it was worth the risk.
“I am not promising, I am telling you. You will win this election with Bonten’s help and in return you will solidify Bonten’s safety. We know you run the police force.”
He dropped his head and took his glasses off. Running a hand down his face, he seemed tired. As you went to survey Mikey, your eye caught something else.
A jolt sent your body into overdrive. Though his hair was longer, you couldn’t miss the black and yellow strands. The colors swirled and plagued your dreams for years. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. The smile, the tattoos, and the audible clunk of metal against bone.
Quite frankly, you had been in a haze for years but seeing Hanma’s visage woke you up. It all came crashing into you: why you were here, who was the source of this. And why your darling older sister was dead and you paid the price for it.
To the others far up in the balcony, they wouldn’t recognize him. His hair was no longer short and covered most of his visage. Hanma’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he glided through the crowd. You did a double take. It couldn’t be him, you refused to believe it.
Dread filled your stomach and the wine wasn’t helping. Glancing back up at the balcony, Mikey was gone. You were on your own.
“You alright?” Daiki’s voice reeled you from your stupor.
Regarding him, you were angry. Angry that you had to sell yourself to secure safety for a gang who offered you nothing. You looked back to see Hanma’s figure round the corner, away from the bustle. Sure, you were terrified, but you needed to know.
“I’m sorry,” Was all you said as you whisked yourself away from the booth.
He called for you, but you breezed past him. With Mikey no longer watching, the leash was slacked. You shoved past the people, not caring about their spitting complaints. For once in your life, you clawed and tore towards what you wanted. Your vision tunneled onto his form. Everything was tight and the air thinned, either from the bodies pressed into you or the anxiety.
Like a caterpillar popping out of a cocoon, you were spat out from the horde. The hallway was barely away from the party with the sounds of laughing present in your ears. You walked further down until you were a different part of the hotel. It was hardly secluded, anyone could walk in, but it was far enough no one would notice you were gone.
There, reclined against the wall was the very man responsible for your torment. Sure, Kisaki was the one who commanded the hit, but Hanma was the executioner. Nothing really changed about him besides he visibly looked drained. He said nothing while he leered at you.
“Why?” Your voice tumbled out weaker than you intended.
“Why what?” He dared to say.
You stomped right up to him and screeched, “Why! Why, why, why, why?” Each word was emphasized with a hit to his torso.
Hanma did nothing to stop you and peered down from over his nose with zero empathy. You were breaking, both you and him knew it.
“After all these years, you dared to show your face after what you and Kisaki did. Do you understand what I had to go through because Mikey was terrified of you and Kisaki would come for me, too? Where is he anyway, hiding under your skirts like the coward he is?”
Hanma tilted his head in confusion, “Kisaki’s dead. Had been for almost a decade. Mikey was there when he died.”
You stumbled back. You shook your head, “No, no, no. You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie about my own best friend being dead? That’s too cruel, even for me.”
A laugh pierced your chest. You doubled over and clutched your stomach as more giggles poured out. All this time, he was lying to you. There was never a boogey man in the shadows waiting to gobble you up.
Catching your breath, you asked between cackles, “And why are you here, just to torment me? Haven’t you done enough?”
Hanma’s face twitched, “No, I’m here for another reason. Us meeting is purely a coincidence.”
A part of you didn’t want to believe him. Everything you had been told for years had been a lie. Rapid footsteps came from the other hall, sending Hanma into motion. You didn’t even watch as he disappeared, not even caring when rough hands spun you around.
“What the fuck did you do?” Kakucho seethed.
You could only laugh as tears painted your appearance, your perfect makeup ruined. “How long?”
“What?”
“How long did you know that Kisaki was dead,” You spat out the last word.
Kakucho’s nose scrunched, “How-?”
“How do I know? Because Hanma fucking Shuji just told me. He was just here!”
You started to spiral again and Kakucho shook you, trying to get you to snap out of it. “That doesn’t matter. Do you understand how much you fucked up? Mikey is pissed!”
At the sound of your brother’s name, you hiccupped. It was all happening too fast, it was too much. “I’m s-sorry.”
Kakucho beckoned you into his embrace. His thick arms squeezed you tight to his chest as if he could protect you in his rib cage. Heaven knew how much he wanted to save you from Mikey. He was just as terrified for you since Mikey was on a warpath. Half of him wanted to advocate for you, but if he did, then he would expose you both.
But, the click of a gun being cocked back went straight through his body. He sagged against you, knowing the jig was up and so did you. From over Kakucho’s shoulder was your brother, a pistol greeted you.
Separating from Kakucho, you both confronted him dead on. Nothing in him wavered as he kept the gun pointed at you. Your knees buckled and you almost pissed yourself with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
“Not even going to try and explain yourself?”
Like a kicked dog, you only whimpered out a pathetic, “No.”
“You know Sanzu told me to watch out for Kakucho,” your head sprung up at that, betrayed that he tattled anyway. You should have known better, “But I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. Now look at what you made me do.”
He flicked his wrist over to Kakucho instead of you. “Wait!” You screeched as you put yourself in front of Kakucho. “Don’t do this.”
“And why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I teach a cheating, lying whore like you a lesson?”
You bit your tongue not to froth that he had been the one lying to you the whole time.
“You need Kakucho! Don’t let this cloud the fact you need him to keep Bonten at the top.” He kept the gun raised and you started to get frantic. “Manjiro-nii, please!”
Silver metal stared you down. Mikey growled before uncocking the gun and shoving it into the back of his pants. Stomping towards you, he snagged your arm and ripped you from Kakucho. You dared not glance back at him. Mikey was volatile as is.
“We will just discipline you in a different way then.”
Your hand was going numb, losing circulation with how tight he cuffed you. As you both turned the corner, he whipped his head back to Kakucho and barked, “We aren’t done here.”
Kakucho nodded his head solemnly, accepting his fate. Departing away from him, you stared straight ahead. You refused to let your possible last moment with Kakucho with him so defeated.
Mikey walked you both into the throes of the gala. You squirmed, embarrassed you were being tugged along like a misbehaving child. Some people watched in curiosity of the woman with streaky makeup passing by, others were too indulged in their drinks.
“Let me go,” You begged.
“Quiet.”
You clamped your mouth shut. As you crossed the room, you passed by Sanzu. His snickers rang in your ear. Seething, you attempted to turn and bark at him, but Mikey snuffed your chance. He moved his hand to clamp on your nape, forcing your head down.
“Manjiro,” You said, your neck creaked from the motion.
His fingernails bit into the flesh, “Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut.”
Cutting across through the foyer, you nodded your head as you went to the elevator. The elevators yawned to let you in and luckily you two were alone. It's not like anyone would come to help you.
Mikey’s palm was a hot iron. The numbers ticked up and you were restricted to stare at the floor. You couldn’t even see the expression he was making, for better or for worse. When the elevator stretched to accommodate you two, Mikey shoved you out. His heels clicked against the marble, but this time it brought no satisfaction.
Ripping the hotel door open, he threw you so hard you stumbled over your heels and fell. Your hip and elbow took the brunt of the fall. Like a worshiper at the feet of their god, you gazed up at Mikey. If only you knew how pretty the lighting made you.
“Stay here and don’t fucking move. I have to now clean up the mess you created. I have been too lenient with you and I guess Kakucho, too.”
“Don’t hurt him!” You cried as you crawled to hug his leg, “Please.”
His eyes were an inky apathy. He kicked you off him, “You aren’t in the place to make such demands.”
Coughing, you curled into a ball at the hit to your vulnerable stomach. Leaving you to rot, he slammed the door closed. There was a strange beep and a rock slipped into your stomach. Scrambling to stretch yourself up, you raced to the hotel door. You rattled the knob and were met with resistance. Why you were surprised he found a way to child-lock the door is beyond you.
“Manjiro! Manjiro, open the door!” You screamed and pounded on the door. Even going to the extent to slam your shoulder against it, but by now he was long gone. You were trapped.
You marched away from the slab of wood and began to pace. Pulling at your strands, you heaved a primal screech. The world was falling out from under you. Collapsing on the bed and hanging your head in your hands, nothing made sense. Well, it made perfect sense. Mikey had been lying to you for years and same with Kakucho. The latter broke more than the former.
And now, because of you, Kakucho was going to be slaughtered. You flew too close to the sun and he was the one being burned.
Kisaki hadn’t been a threat for a decade, Hanma said. So when Mikey swiped you from your life, it was all fallacies to entrap you in his ever growing web. Walking to the window, you tried to wipe away his sticky residue.
You knew it was pointless to try and escape. Peering out the glass, it was a long way down with no way of surviving the jump. For a brief moment you contemplated doing it anyway. A darker, more vengeful part of you wanted to do it out of pure spite for Mikey pushing you over the edge. Though, no matter what, you couldn’t do that to him. The aftermath would be atomic.
With nothing else to do, you went back to the bed and sank into the sheets. Your leg shook the frame from your anxiety. You felt like you were being sent to the gallows and you might as well be.
Hours later a familiar beeping bellowed in the vacant cage. Springing up, Mikey walked through the door, more haggard than before. Your eyes flew all over his frame to sniff out a spot of blood. You sagged your shoulders when you found nothing.
Besides that, you didn’t move an inch. You kept your eyes on him like a nervous dog. No words were exchanged as he strolled over to the bed. At the elevated height difference, you craned your neck to hold his gaze. His eyes were the same empty void. He gripped your chin to demand contact.
Mikey’s thumb trailed down the basically healed bruise, a soft yellow visible. He dug the appendage into your jugular until you instinctively flinched back. Your hands shot up to grab his wrist. This only angered him further and he shook your face.
Whimpering, you scrunched your nose from the pain.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He fumed, bending down at the waist to bump his nose to yours.
“You’re hurting me!”
He only tightened his grip, “Good. I had to clean up your mess, again.”
“You wouldn’t have to if you didn’t force me into this life.”
“Oh boo hoo, how awful of me to protect you.”
You slapped his wrist and kicked into his thigh, “You weren’t protecting me at all! You’re sick and only want me for yourself.”
Mikey twisted your arm and shoved you into the bed with your face smushed into the sheets. “Maybe so.”
He pulled you up until your back was against his chest. Clamping his hand against your nape once more, he directed you to the door.
“W-where are we going?”
“I said I was going to punish you, didn’t I?”
You did not like the implications of his words, at all. In no time you were back at the gala. The crowd hadn’t thinned out, laughter polluted the air. Mikey took you to a different direction than the booths, and up the stairs to the balcony. Watching over the masses, the twisting, golden railing was more a cage than anything.
He guided you further down the hall until you hit an archway with an unassuming door. At the frame was Sanzu waiting for you both. Your heart dropped into your stomach, to be eaten by the acid. His smile was wolfish and hungry. Today was the day Sanzu had been anticipating for God knows how long.
More lamb than human, you shrunk back, terrified of what laid await in the den. Sanzu twisted the door open with apparent giddiness. The room was similar to the hotel rooms, but obviously for private lounging rather than a sleeping area. Velvet sofas similar to the booths crowded around a coffee table.
On one sofa were the Haitani Brothers with Kakucho between. The couch was wide enough for all of them to manspread. Rindou had a bored expression, resting his chin against his fist with his elbow on the arm of the couch. Ran was the more giddy of the two, like a kid on Christmas. And Kakucho, your sweet Kakucho, was so crushed. A black eye swelled his scarred eye shut. At least it wasn’t his seeing one.
Sanzu basically skipped to the chair by the couch. Cozying up into the velvet, he placed his hands on his lap, shoulders shuddering in delight. “Let’s get this started.”
“Shut the fuck up, Sanzu,” Mikey ordered.
Said man, brought you to the couch across from where the other man sat. Sanzu closed his mouth, but wasn’t offended in the slightest. Of course, he wouldn’t, he was too far up Mikey’s ass.
Mikey sat down while he brought you between his thighs, facing him. He ran his hand up and down your waist. Whatever was going on, you weren’t liking it.
“Undress.”
Silence filled the room. Your jaw dropped, agape and in awe.
“What?”
His hand dug into the meat of your hips, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Mikey’s word was law. Already shaking in fear, you brought your hand to the zipper in the back and slid it down while staring him down. He matched your glower. The dress fell limp and flowed until it pooled at your feet.
Knowing that you facing him gave you the confidence to strip, your brother spun you around. This was supposed to be a punishment and he wanted you to bathe in every bit of humiliation.
Arrayed in just your bra and panties, you were tempted to cover yourself up. The other men tore into you with their famished eyes. Sanzu was especially elated. He never relished in anything more than your ignominy. Behind you, Mikey unhooked your bra. He tugged it off roughly and you almost stumbled at the jab.
You would think after years of undressing for countless people, embarrassment would have left your system, but your cheeks steamed. Ran adjusted himself in his seat. Out of the men in the room, only the Haitani Brothers haven’t seen you naked. Not wanting to dip in their own supply or whatever other degrading language they used. At the end of the day, you were merely trade to them.
Rindou indicated the most disinterested out of them all. His eyes drooped down in boredom. Despite that, those purple irises trailed up and down your form. Kakucho was downright miserable. His face was twisted in a mix of anger and shame.
Mikey then shedded your last bit of armor. He was just as rough with ripping off your panties. You wanted to curl in on yourself. The sound of Mikey wrenching off his tie had you perk up. What is he doing?
Your arms were strained behind you, forced to sit parallel to each other. He wrapped the black tie around your forearms multiple times until they were almost fully covered and finished it off with a tight tie. You wiggled your wrists, scared.
“What are you doing?” You tried to spin around but Mikey didn’t allow it.
He manhandled you into his lap. “Quiet.”
You squirmed more, “No! Stop it.”
He swung one leg over your thighs to keep you still. None of the men moved to help either you or Mikey. They were there to enjoy the show. Mikey unbuckled his belt and ripped it from the belt loops. He growled when it got caught at the last hoop. Tears built up at the thought of him using it on you, so you struggled more.
“Relax.”
His words were no help. He raised the belt and you just about screamed, but he looped the belt around your throat. Mikey was surprisingly gentle when he thread the leather through the metal and tugged until it was firm against your neck. He spun his hand around the belt, like a leash.
“Good dog,” He praised with no emotion.
Mikey fixed you properly on his lap so your ass perked up. With his free hand, he rubbed up and down your bottom. You rested your forehead on the couch. A scream ripped through you followed by a sob when his palm slapped into the fat of your ass. The sound was muffled by the furniture and Mikey wasn’t having it.
Yanking the belt, he pressed your head to face the men.
"Now you want to act all shy? Not too long ago you were whoring yourself out to my men," His tone conveyed the anger he kept at bay.
Your eyes met Kakucho before you looked down in shame. He slapped you again and a sob broke out.
“He barely started and you already look this pathetic?” Sanzu teased vindictively.
You gritted your teeth when Mikey hit harder and to keep from falling for Sanzu’s bait. He was right, your brother barely commenced and you were in agony.
“How long?” Mikey asked.
Dropping your head, you were perplexed, “What?”
“How long,” He heeded Kakucho, “were you two going behind my back.”
“Ten months,” Kakucho answered for you and you collapsed further.
Mikey dug his nails into the meat of your thigh. It stung and you tried to have him release you. Anger bubbled over and he smacked your thigh so hard the air left your lungs.
“Ten months, you were fucking my Number Three without my knowledge. I ought to fucking murder you both, but I decided to be merciful,” He looked directly at you, “say thank you.”
“Thank you,” He dug his nails further, “T-thank you, Manjiro-nii.”
Ran laughed at that, “Wow, you are sick.”
Mikey ignored Ran, too focused on you. “I think ten strikes would make it sink in. Count or else I will start from the beginning.”
You trembled, not once has Mikey ever gotten violent with you. He wasn’t kind by any means, but he wasn’t one for physical punishments.
His hand striked where his nails culled blood from your skin and you screamed, he wasn’t holding back.
“Count, I won’t remind you again.”
“O-one! I’m sorry.”
He cooed, “I liked the apology, add that onto it.”
Clenching your restrained hands into balls, you prepared for the next hit. Muscles strung too tight like a bow. Drawing it out, Mikey waited until your tendons grew tired of being strained did he slap you. His palm hit your ass this time.
“Two, I’m sorry!”
He rubbed out the heat radiating from your bottom, but it only irritated it more. Against your stomach, his bulge poked you. Your squirming was giving him some sort of relief. Your sobs sparked his chest to heave, short of breath.
Pushing the thought away, he went back to your punishment. He striked your right cheek in the same place twice and you kicked your feet.
“Three, Four, I’m sorry.”
Snot poured from your nose and into the couch. The world started to blur from the pain. You weren’t even half way through it and you don’t know if you can handle anymore. Mikey hit your left cheek this time, more towards your back than your thighs.
“Five, I’m sorry,” You whimpered.
Your brother dragged the makeshift leash so you faced him. His gaze inhaled your broken expression. Makeup, tears and snot was smeared all over your visage. To him, you never looked so beautiful.
“Such a good dog for me.”
Those words only made it worse. Out of your peripheral, Mikey’s hand raised and hit the middle of your ass, irritating both already smarting cheeks.
“S-six, I’m sorry!”
He tugged the belt again and you scanned at the other men. Sanzu was cupping his hardened cock and Ran was no better. He rubbed the heel of his palm into his crotch through his dress pants. Rindou was now leaned over, elbows on his knees. Kakucho has his fists in his lap. He looked about ready to spring up and pull you from Mikey’s lap. But the matching bulge in his pants gave away, in a sick way, he was enjoying the display.
You screeched when Mikey spanked you with no warning. Your head fell back down and you groaned, feet curled in.
“Numb—” Mikey started, but you cut him off.
“Seven, seven! I’m sorry, please don’t start over, I can’t,” You groveled.
“Don’t let it happen again,” Instilling the lesson, he spanked you with fervor.
Crying, a headache forming, you sobbed, “Eight, I’m sorry.”
You were so close to being done, but the knowledge only made it worse. Mikey was in a cruel mood and he was going to drag this out until he was satisfied. He pinched the fat of your ass, humming when you yelped. He trailed his focus down to between your legs. Deft fingers dipped into where your cunt was. To your misfortune, wetness built up from his actions.
“Are you seriously wet from this?” He mocked.
“S-stop it.”
Mikey shoved two fingers into your hole, your butt raised up in shock. “Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this.”
Your syrupy cunt sucked him in as he scissored his fingers. He watched in fascination as your hole gaped slightly for him. Twisting the appendages, he was sure to brush against your g-spot, but offered no real stimulation. You canted your hips up more, begging for something, anything.
He ripped his fingers from you and slapped his hand down so hard, it licked your tailbone. Screaming, you kicked your feet at the ache shooting up your spine.
“Nine, I’m sorry!”
Mikey wasn’t going to be merciful. The same fingers coated in your slick brushed over your tailbone and slotted between the cleft of your ass. Your thighs clenched in fear. He momentarily dropped the leash to pry your leg open. Nails digging into the meat, you shuttered when his fingers stroked your untouched back hole. He did nothing more than press into the puffy ring.
“Fuck,” A voice grunted at the other side of the room. It sounded like Ran, but you weren’t positive.
Mikey didn’t dip in and moved his attention back to your cunt. “For another day,” He promised.
Scooping more of your slick from you, he drifted to your clit and swirled. He plucked moans from you and had your body melt into putty. His hands played with you to his own contentment. Pleasure shot up into your stomach, warming it. Mikey knew exactly how to have you fall into his hands. As you thawed into his thighs, stomach heavy on his hardened cock, he striked for the last time.
His palm hit hard against your already smarting flesh and your ears rang for a brief moment.
“Ten, I’m sorry,” The words were pathetic.
Finally done with your punishment, you sobbed more freely. Being taken over his knee like a child was too much for your brain to process. He worked you through it, stroking your upper back to soothe you.
Mikey adjusted you so you sat sideways on his lap. The rough texture of his pants dug into your burning bottom. His hand cradled the back of your head while you curled into his neck. Your brother shushed you and rocked you back and forth.
When you were more calm, he sighed into your ear, “We aren’t done yet.”
You shot straight up and gawked at him, eyes wide in fear. He grabbed the back of the collar and gripped to keep you in place. Your panicked eyes bounced to the other men in the room. They were all at the edge of their seats, like a movie finally hit its climax. As Mikey unzipped his pants, Kakucho exhibited he was about ready to leap, but Rindou placed an arm against the back of the sofa, tethering him.
“W-what’s going on?”
Mikey lifted his hips up a little, you still on his thigh and yanked down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang from its confines. Mikey wasn’t the biggest, but his length wasn’t anything to scoff at. A little longer than five inches and girthy. You were petrified, not once have you seen his dick fully. He was always the one giving you pleasure, with an unspoken promise never to touch you like that.
You didn’t like the implications of him exposing himself. Slouching further down the couch, Mikey grabbed your waist and sat you back on his thighs, facing the other men. They all knew something you didn’t. Grabbing the belt, he brought you down to rest all your weight on him. He didn’t so much grunt.
He splayed a hand on your back and pushed you down a little, giving him a full view of your pussy. Taking his cock in his hand, he guided it to your hole. You tried to scramble away, but he tugged the leash so hard, you collapsed completely on him.
“Manjiro-nii, please! Don’t do this, you-you promised,” You begged to deafened ears.
Sanzu moaned lightly at your distress. Back firmly to his chest, Mikey pushed further into you, cockhead catching the ring of muscles. Your walls spasmed as he forced you further down to take all of him. You cried as your pussy stretched to accommodate his size.
“How the fuck are you so tight,” Mikey grunted.
He had one hand on your hip using it as leverage to push you down. Moaning, you twitched when he bottomed out inside you. Your hips flushed to his. Mikey basked in finally being inside you. He dreamed of this day.
“God, what a whore,” Rindou said. His voice was breathy with a laugh at the end.
“Yeah,” His brother replied, “look at how wet she is from her brother fucking her. We should record it and sell it. I bet we would make a lot of money.”
You felt like an object more than usual. Mikey did nothing to stop their taunts, if anything, he welcomed it. Hand wrapped around the leather, he kept you tied to him. Your walls spasmed around him and Mikey couldn’t take it any longer. The hand on your hip moved to coil around your waist, hugging you.
Secured, he thrusted his hips up, bullying his cock further up. You screeched when he banged against your cervix. The pain had you clenching tighter around him. Taking that as motivation, he pistoned his hips into you over and over.
Your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder. Eyes slipping closed, Mikey tugged the belt, digging into your larynx. Your bound hands spasmed as he choked you.
“Look at them.”
Lips tingling from the lack of oxygen, you followed his orders. The men were in varying states. Sanzu gathered his cock from his trousers and was stroking himself to the rhythm of Mikey’s thrusts. Both the brothers were still clothed, but were rubbing themselves through their pants. Kakucho was seething in his seat. His cock was hard. How could you blame him, when your pretty moans blessed his ears. But he knew you didn’t want this.
“They are like slobbering puppies,” He spoke into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive neck, “Whimpering and howling for what’s mine.”
At the last word, he bit the shell of your ear.
“Manjiro-nii…”
His thrusts were becoming too much. He tilted his hips again to repeatedly bump into the spongy spot deep inside you. A loud moan ruptured from your chest and he groaned at the sound. Basking in the unwanted pleasure, your eyes hazed over and began to slip closed.
The bit of leather into your almost healed throat had your lid shoot up.
“Eyes. Open,” Mikey ordered, puncturing your cunt with each word.
You wiggled, and gripped the front of his shirt, your bound hands unable to do anything else. Black creeped in your vision as he didn’t let up.
“You’re killing her!” Kakucho cried.
It was hard to process his words as Mikey only pulled harder.
Sanzu laughed, “Stop being dramatic.”
If Mikey didn’t stop, you were going to pass out. A strangled noise broiled up as your toes curled. Just as the room faded did Mikey let up on his grip. A cough escaped you as you tried to hunch forward to catch your breath. Your brother rooted you back to his chest. Instinctively, your body constricted, ready for more pain.
Your cunt tightened up in response. Mikey almost whimpered at how much you were squeezing him. He wasn’t going to last. Reaching down, the hand around your waist brushed against your puffy, neglected clit.
Yelping, you shied away from his touch. Mikey chased you to rub circles into the bundle of nerves. Wanting, no—he needed you to reach your end with him. The other men quickened their pace as well.
Mikey wrenched the belt back again to cut off your air supply. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but didn’t have any less power to them. Pinching your clit until you sobbed out, he rammed himself as far as he could go. Your cunt spasmed around his cock as you came.
The world faded into black and white, mouth agape to moan and to beg for air. Mikey bit down on your shoulder as he came right behind you. His cum was hot and claimed your walls. He gave some weak thrusts, gently guiding you both through the rest of your orgasm.
Slumping against him did he finally release his hold on the belt. You doubled over as you coughed and sputtered to gain your breath. Drool dripped down from your bottom lip.
Mikey tugged you into his embrace this time by your shoulders but you screamed in fear, terrified of being strangled again. Your eyes searched frantically all over the room, trying to process what happened.
“Get out,” Mikey snapped at the other men.
Knowing their play time was done, they leisurely walked out of the room. Kakucho tried to linger, but Ran pushed him along. For you or for Kakucho, no one knows.
When the door was firmly closed, Mikey lifted you up from his cock. You cringed as his cooling cum drooled out from your winking cunt. He softly placed you to the side of him. Swiftly he untied his tie from your forearms and set you free. You brought your arms back to your front and rolled your wrists in hopes to ease the tingling. Next was the belt. You cowered away when his fingers brushed against you.
Mikey exhaled as he unlooped the belt and freed you from your physical leash. He steered you until your head rested on his lap. When you weren’t paying attention, he shoved his cock back into his pants.
“I will never forgive you for this,” You muttered.
“I should be the one saying that.”
Your fist balled up once more, “I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.”
Mikey simply petted your hair as you cried. You were always fragile like butterfly wings. One brush of his finger and you would never fly again. Despite this, he clutched onto you like a careless child. If it meant breaking your very being in the process, then he would do what he must. Though as he watched you twitch and wither, a part of him regretted ripping off your pretty wings.
MORTEM
Days had passed since the gala and you hadn’t left your room. When he brought you back to the hotel room, you were silent. And you stayed silent through the whole trip home. You felt violated and dirty. Now matter how much you scrubbed in the shower, Mikey’s touch wouldn’t leave you.
In a twisted sense, this was your wakeup call. You couldn’t handle much more or else you would shatter. Your brother left you alone for the most part. While you inverted in on yourself, he watched sadly but did nothing.
Routinely, Mikey would come to your room and knock knowing you would not answer. Even with the key he had, he dared not unlock your door. He has pushed his boundaries as is. If anything, he was more distraught out of the both of you.
Laying in your giant bed, you didn’t let your depressed state rot you away. No, you were done being under Mikey’s thumb. Knowing that Kisaki was long since dead and Hanma had little interest in you, the danger was in your home all along. Nothing held you back anymore from starting anew.
You had been back in the manor for about four days now and every night, you snuck out of your room to steal money. You kept it small, but enough to buy you a train and airplane ticket, far away from Japan. As a child, you always loved the countryside and you longed to go somewhere similar to the roaring mountains. Combined with the tips you had stowed away from the club, for a moment just like this, you would be fine until you found a job.
Stealing the money was easy, it was breaking into Mikey’s office to obtain all your documents and passport that had you on edge the most. Last night, you stole the last bit of what you needed, knowing it would be easier to notice missing than a couple hundred dollars. Luckily, Mikey had slipped off to bed and wasn’t slumped over in his chair. Thank whatever deity was listening that all your papers were in his office and not somewhere else. If you had to forge them, you had no idea what you would do with all the men breathing down your neck.
Over the course of you being home, you hadn’t seen or heard of Kakucho once. Your heart broke. But what broke your heart more was that Mikey never really cared for you. You were a possession, an almost perfect sized puzzle piece to fill the gap Emma had left.
Night had fallen, moonlight poured from the window. You waited for Mikey’s knock. Right on time there was a rapping on your door. Tears broke out as you bit into your hand as he shouted your name. His voice was so sad. In another lifetime, maybe you could have been normal siblings and maybe you two could have been close and maybe Emma could still be alive and none of this would have happened.
He sighed and his shadow moved away from the door under the crack at the bottom. You counted and counted until you were in the thousands. Silence and the bellowing winds greeted you. You hopped up from your bed, tearing the sheets from your form.
Crawling under your bed, you grabbed the backpack and toiled it with you. Placing it on your bed, you zipped it open to make sure all you needed was still there. You had your money, documents, and a few spare clothes shoved in there. A water bottle and a few protein bars were in the front pocket, in case.
Softly, you opened your closet and uprooted a thick winter jacket and snow boots. A flurry of snowflakes raged outside. You shoved a hat on top of your head and wrapped a scarf around your neck. Your hand lingered on your throat, the bruise finally gone despite the irritation added from Mikey’s belt. Suddenly short of breath, you shook the thoughts away.
Pulling your hood up, you swung the backpack high on your shoulders. Your feet carried you to the window and you pushed it up. The panes got caught a couple times from the chill. You stared down at the ground below you. Your bedroom was only on the second floor, but if you weren’t careful, you could break your foot. It was also not under anyone else’s bedroom, thankfully.
Vertigo hit you from staring at the snowy ground.
“Fuck it.”
Steeling your resolve, you swung your legs outside the window and ducked your head. Your bottom and hands were the only thing tethering you to the ledge. Sucking an inhale, you jumped.
Swallowing a scream as air whipped in your ears. In seconds, you land on the ground with an *oof*, the snow breaking your fall. Not wasting time, you scurried away from the floor and raced away from the compound. The snow slowed you down and gave away the direction you went. Once you hit the road it was easier to run.
You dared not loop back to the manor and picked up the pace. The subway station was only a half hour walk but you weren’t taking any chances. Booted feet slapped against concrete. Snow crunched under your weight and the cold stung your cheeks. There were a few cars that drove past you, but paid you no mind. They also had places to be.
You couldn’t tell if it was the cold or the fear of being caught, yet a chill went down your spine. Cutting the estimated time in half, the train station was in view. Out of breath, you slowed your pace to a brisk walk. No one was waiting for the train. It made sense since it was the last train of the night.
Gripping the backpack, you reached the empty, open train stop. As you shuffled towards the awning, you heard the clicking of the safety being switched off.
You freezed at the familiar sound.
“Don’t make this difficult, Y/n,” Mikey said from behind you
Scared to confront him, you stay silent and scout when the train will arrive, five minutes. You can buy time. You can be smart about this.
“I’m leaving.”
He cocked the gun, “No you’re not. You’re going to come back with me.”
Still refusing to turn around, you muttered, “Let me go, Mikey.”
He walked closer, snow crackling beneath him. He brought the barrel to the back of your head.
“We both know I can’t do that.”
“Why?” Three more minutes.
“You know why,” he said it like it's so simple. That it's so simple why he entangled you with him when he clearly hated you so deeply.
“No I don’t!” You whipped around, the barrel now to your forehead. It was no longer you talking, but a seven year old you crying why her older brother doesn’t love her.
She speaks through you, “You hated me since we were little. You always favored Emma over me and acted like my presence was a nuisance. I know it should have been me and not her, but it's not fair! It’s not fair that I have to be punished for simply being your sister!”
He gripped you and tugged you to him with the gun now at your temple. “I never hated you, not once! You aren’t a replacement for Emma, I never saw you like that. I loved you since the day I met you but it was so much different than what I have for our other siblings. It was wrong, but I had to have you.”
“You’re sick,” You seethed. This whole time he tormented you for his own twisted desires. He tarnished you with his own sullied hands. He ripped you apart, your fragile butterfly wings crumbling at his fumbling actions.
“I don’t care what you think I am as long as you stay with me,” He clutched your face with an open palm and the heel of his hand that still held the loaded gun.
You tried to pry his hands away as the honking of the train alerts you both of its soon arrival.
“Get off me! Let me go, I hate you.”
Desperate, he kissed you, pouring into you all the love he begged to give but you didn’t want it. Not after what he did.
You pushed against his chest, “You lied to me about Kisaki, yet you punished me for lying. You’re the real liar.”
“I had to! If I didn’t, you would never come back to me.”
“I was never yours to keep.”
“You went to fuck Kakucho in the middle of an important deal!” He was grasping at straws.
“No I didn’t! If you listened instead of going off the handle, you would know I saw Hanma. How do you think I found out Kisaki was dead?”
Mikey’s brows pinched, knowing he was in the wrong, but refused to admit it. The train came barrelling in, tousling both of your hair. It came to a slow crawl, Mikey was out of time.
“You’re mine.”
He bent down as if to kiss you again and you punched him so hard his head whipped to the side. Pushing him off you, you hightailed to the opened doors.
“Don't make me shoot you!” He cried.
Ignore his words, you raced to the gaping door. A scream erupted when a bullet hit your shoulder. The sound was muffled by the blood pumping in your ears. You stumbled on your feet but you clutched the bleeding arm. Going sideways, you barreled into the closing train doors. As they closed, you rested your forehead against the glass.
You jumped when Mikey slammed onto the glass, his face thunderous and filled with ill intent. He was already on the phone with someone. You could only guess who.
Smirking at him, relishing in your small victory, you raised a bloody hand and flipped him off.
He hit the door with the butt of the gun, barely making a dent. The train kicked into motion and you waved goodbye at him as he merely glared, watching you fly away from him.
You take a seat still clutching your bleeding arm. At this point you were surely going to pass out from either the shock or blood loss, but a smile stayed on your face. Mikey was going to have all of Japan locked down by the time you reach the end of the line, but you savored your small moment of peace.
Come morning, you were going to be slung back at the beginning. But you have done this cycle before and you were going to do it again and again until either you or Mikey break.
#yandere mikey#yandere mikey x reader#yandere manjiro sano#yandere tokyo revengers#yandere tokyorev#yandere manjiro x reader#yandere x reader#yandere
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On My Way - Sano Manjiro (Mikey)
pairing : mikey x fem reader
summary : takemichi is on a mission to save hinata, he is also on a mission to save y/n and mikey.
warning(s) : anime + manga adaptation, killing, pregnancy stress, divorce, heartbreak, dying in sleep
next : part one
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author's note : so this is my first anime-related heh. i want to make levi as my first piece but now is tokyo revengers season so yea. also i changed the plot a bit to make more sense in my part.
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second year of middle school, wasn't the only golden year for hanagaki takemichi. but also for l/n y/n. because of him and hina-chan, she met the love of her life, sano manjiro, mikey-kun.
2005
y/n, alongside with her friends were giggling as they walked towards hanagaki-kun's class. as hanagaki-kun appears in their view, they immediately chasing the blonde yellow haired guy. feeling eerie from his back, takemichi turned around and saw bunch of girls from tachibana hinata's class. the girls were giggling which making takemichi confused by their action. "tachibana-san said that she's into you hanagaki-san." miyuki-chan said and then they left the scene, leaving takemichi confused as ever.
2017
"innocent civilians have fallen victim to the growing dispute between the tokyo manji gang." a news announcer spoke which attracted y/n's attention as she stopped mixing her cake ingredients in a bowl and placed the bowl on the counter top. "tokyo, manji gang?" y/n mumbled to herself. "six were injured in the dispute and one person was taken to the hospital and immediate suffered in cardiac arrest." the announcer continued as y/n keep her focus on the news. "at the place of the incident, there was one death confirmed due to the dispute. tachibana hinata, 26, from shibuya-ku, tokyo." the announcer continued reading the news but as soon as y/n heard the recognized name from her past, she immediately blocked the world. all she could hear was this ringing noise in her mind as the world started to spin around.
felt onto her knees, y/n felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. "nee-san, are you okay?" y/n's younger sister, yuuki, asked. instead of answer to her, y/n started to sob and immediately cry. yuuki surprised by this, went down on her knees and wrapped her sister in her arms.
"h-hina-chan, she, she-"
blackness covered y/n's view and mind.
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seeing the black-dyed hair in her view, y/n could see the smile painted on lanky guy who she called her boyfriend. with a dragon tattoed on the behind of his neck, y/n wrapped her arms around her lover's, mikey, neck as happiness filled her heart.
it feels like she could die like this.
mikey wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and twirled her around, making her giggle. mikey has always love y/n's giggle. it sounded like angels were singing to him personally.
"i love you l/n y/n." mikey whispered in y/n's ear, making she tighten her wrapping.
"i love you too, sano manjiro."
2005
walking side by side, hinata and y/n always go to school together even they were still in pre-school. it could be said that they are childhood friends, despite y/n being cousin with takemichi from her mother's side. easy to say, y/n was the one who bring them together. "isn't that takemichi?" y/n asked as she pointed out at the blonde yellow haired guy. hinata's smile brighten up. "go." y/n said and hinata jogged a bit to catch up with takemichi who is right in front of them.
"good morning, takemichi-kun." hinata greeted and takemichi turned around and shocked. "hina-chan!" takemichi exclaimed as hinata put out a peace sign at him, smiling. "it is good to see you like this, going to school like a normal student." hinata said and y/n chuckled at hinata's comment.
in class, y/n placed her palm under her head as she looked out of the window and watch the school view of front yard. "y/n-chan~ what are you doing after school?" one of y/n's classmates asked. y/n looked up at the girl and hummed to herself. "hina-chan go to a date with takemichi so i guess i'm free." y/n replied. "want to go to karaoke?" y/n smiled at the thought and nodded her head yes. "okay sure!"
then there was a slam of the door being open sideway. "there's a fight in the hallway!" the student announced and all y/n's classmates went outside of the class to see the fight. y/n and her friends looked at each other first and then stood up to go to the hallway to see what is going on. then they saw all year three guys were lying on the floor, groaning to themselves. y/n gasped at the view. "who did this to them?" y/n asked.
"stop it right there!" it was hinata, who behind takemichi, and two blonde guys in distance. one is tall with braided hair and another one is short and have such beautiful hair. "huh?" the tall one speaks up. hinata walked up towards their way. takemichi was saying something but it was inaudiable. then there was a smack sound.
tachibana hinata, slapped the short blonde haired guy, hard.
2017
a slighty breeze seeping into the room, making curtains dance along with the wind. beeping machine sound was heard. y/n opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light of the room. "nee-san, you're awake!" yuuki's voice was heard. "y/n, are you okay?" it was takemichi. "takemichi.." y/n mumbled to herself and eventually, she started to sob and cry again. both yuuki and takemichi shocked by the reaction.
"it was manjiro, wasn't it?" y/n asked between the cries and takemichi just looked down at his feet. "tokyo manji gang, it was him who killed hina-chan!" y/n yelled this time and stress was taking over her as the machine beeped crazily and rapidly causing nurses to enter the room to make yuuki and takemichi out of the room. then entered a doctor into the room.
waiting at the hospital hallway, yuuki and takemichi waited patiently. yuuki sighed heavily. "manjiro-san, haven't you ever contacted him takemichi-kun?" yuuki asked and takemichi shook his head no. "it has been months since i last contact him." takemichi answered. both sighed. the door of the ward room opened and the doctor exited. both yuuki and takemichi stood up. the doctor sighed. "she can't be expose to such pressure, now that she is heavily pregnant." the doctor said and yuuki sighed this time.
to be precise, y/n has been pregnant for seven months now. exactly seven months mikey left her, without knowing that he's going to be a dad. the gender was still unknown for since y/n wishes to know on the day baby is born. nevertheless, y/n wishes to put his last name in the baby's name.
on their way back home, both yuuki and takemichi silently waited for elevator. "yuuki-chan, how did y/n and mikey-kun be like they are now? weren't they in love like madly in love?" takemichi asked. "i am not sure myself as well takemichi-kun but, what i did know about was how mikey-san keeps on disappearing until he was no longer coming back home and one thing another, a divorce letter showed up." yuuki replied, sighing at how bad luck in life her sister was put in.
all she wanted was a long lasting love life until the end.
later that night, y/n was left on her own since the doctor said that y/n has been put to sleep until the next day. little did they know, someone entered her ward room with bad intention. seeing the beeping machine still going on, the person decided to get things done immediately. pulling out a syringe with poison in it, was placed in her vein.
y/n was slowly dying in her sleep, alongside her unborn baby.
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after the visitation from the hospital, both yuuki and takemichi parted their ways. takemichi went to the train station that he usually went to and then he received a phone call from yuuki. "eh? yuuki-chan?" takemichi wondered to himself. "hello, yuuki-chan." takemichi answered and all he heard was wailing from yuuki's line. "yuuki-chan, what's wrong?" takemichi asked right away and the wailing doesn't stop. "n-n-nee-san, she's d-dead!" yuuki yelled in the phone call and takemichi was stunned. shock even.
the ceremony were attended by close family only, for safety and pre-caution. as yuuki, her mum and dad sat at their designated chairs placed for them, takemichi became their escort. not only he lost the love of his life but also a close family member he called 'cousin'. "goodbye nee-san, yuta-chan." yuuki bidded before cremation ceremony begins.
l/n y/n and sano yuta. mother and son, daughter and grandson.
on his way back home, he refused to accept going home with the l/n as he wanted to go home on his own to clear out his mind. 'mikey-kun left right before he met his own child, hina-chan and y/n died on the same day.' takemichi thought to himself. without any warning, he was pushed off onto the train track, noticing a train coming his way. "now it's my time to die, huh?" takemichi mumbled to himself.
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"takemichi-kun." that voice. takemichi opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes he missed the most. a pair of eyes belonged to his beloved, tachibana hinata. "hina-chan?" takemichi looked around and they were in train at the moment. takemichi patted on his body to see he's in his school uniform. he looked at the train window and saw his younger self. "eh?!" takemichi shocked to himself. "takemichi-kun." hinata called him once again. "yes, hina-chan." "let's go sit down, there's a space there."
both sat down on the given space as they sat next to each other. "takemichi-kun, how did you do your finals?" hinata asked as looked at takemichi, noticed him getting startled up. "oh, finals." takemichi said. "that really takes me back!" hinata weirded out. "takes you back? but we just took them earlier." hinata pointed out which makes takemichi fumbled out. "y-yeah we did." crap, why did i said it out loud, he thought to himself. hinata smiled at him sweetly. "study hard okay, because you've got a dream right?" hinata asked, takemichi was taken aback for a moment. "a dream?" takemichi talked to himself.
as they were on their way to hinata's house, they saw someone familiar. it was draken on his motorbike. "uh, draken-kun?" takemichi mumbled to himself as draken held up his hand. "come to musashi shrine by tama river, everyone's going to be there." draken said and takemichi looked at hinata. hinata smiled sweetly. "i'll go with you!" hinata exclaimed, making takemichi taken aback once again. "great." draken commented and off he go. once draken was out of sight view, there was y/n stood in front of then within a distance. "oh?" hinata shocked and go off to where y/n stood at, grabbing her hands in hers. "what are you guys doing?" y/n asked hinata. "wasn't that guy was with the guy you slapped before?" y/n continued and before hinata could reply to her, y/n felt a bit jerked back.
it was takemichi, hugging y/n.
at the funeral, takemichi saw a name plate stating y/n's name and a boy's name next to her. "who's sano yuta?" takemichi asked yuuki, who setting up the casket flowers arrangement. yuuki looked down at name plate. "the baby's, y/n wanted to name the baby yuta, she knew it was a boy and she planned of the name ever since she knew about it." yuuki told him. takemichi's eyes starting to water up, knowing an innocent child has been involved with the past of his parents.
"uh?" y/n felt weird with the sudddn embrace. she put her hands on takemichi's shoulders and then pushed him off of her. "what's wrong with you baka(stupid)-michi!" y/n yelled out at takemichi making hinata giggle at the two cousins. "that was draken-kun, he invited takemichi to musashi shrine and i want to go too!" hinata exclaimed. "then i want to come as well!" y/n exclaimed as well. takemichi reminded silent, remembering the death of y/n.
"it was manjiro, wasn't it?"
"tokyo manji gang, it was him who killed hina-chan!"
"yuuki-chan, how did y/n and mikey-kun be like they are now? weren't they in love like madly in love?" takemichi asked.
"i am not sure myself as well takemichi-kun but, what i did know about was how mikey-san keeps on disappearing until he was no longer coming back home and one thing another, a divorce letter showed up." yuuki replied.
'after i realized that i've came back to the past, and seeing hinata and y/n in one piece, i knew i need to save them but how?!' takemichi thought to himself. hinata and y/n looked at takemichi weirdly. "takemichi-kun.." hinata called. takemichi looked up. "let's go?" takemichi nodded his head. "let's go." takemichi said and three of them started walking to the shrine.
'to save hina and y/n, i need to know why it happened. why mikey-kun changed when the first time mikey-kun and y/n met, they were basically madly in love. i need find the root of it, also why hina was targeted to kill by this gang.'
"uh?" takemichi, hinata and y/n looked around as they arrived to the said shrine. it was empty, dark and eerie. "seems scary." y/n commented. then a roaring sound of motorbikes surfacing and approaching their way. "eh, is this the right place?" hinata asked takemichi as he looked kind of scared. "y-yeah." takemichi replied. "not only this place is scary, but they are scary looking as well." y/n commented.
then one of the guys got off his bike and approaching the trio. "hey! quit staring!" the guy yelled as he walked towards them. "why are you here? don't you know this is toman's secret meeting place?" the guy continued. huh? toman's secret meeting? "w-well i was told to come here." takemichi replied and the scary guy keeps on tormenting takemichi. "who the hell would call you to come here huh?" the guy asked and grabbed takemichi by his collar. "hey, let go of takemichi!" y/n yelled at the guy, hinata placed her hand on y/n's shoulder. "y/n-chan, no." hinata warned.
"are you, takemitchy?" a guy asked as the trio looked at the guy's voice direction. it was a silver haired guy. "y-yeah." takemichi answered while being lifted. "oi, he's the guest of our leader. let him go." the silver haired guy said as he kneed the guy that lifted takemichi. the guy put takemichi down and silver haired guy walked in front of the trio. "follow me, takemitchy." that guy said and the trio followed the silver haired. "are you this is safe?" y/n asked while tailing them. "i'm not even sure y/n-chan." hinata said.
the silver haired stop walking causing the trio to stop as well. from there, they saw familiar faces. "yo, takemitchy. sorry for the sudden invite." mikey voiced out while sitting on his cb250t motorcycle. "yeah, it's okay." takemichi said. "hey emma, this is takemitchy's girlfriend and, who are you?" draken asked, looking directly at y/n, whose looking at draken with tense eyes. "y/n." y/n replied shortly. "and y/n, look after them. okay?" draken asked and then a blonde haired girl showed up. "oooookay." the girl replied. the girl looked at hinata and y/n, her eyes lighten up. "nice to meet you, my name's emma." emma introduced herself. "i'm hinata and this is y/n." hinata introduced as y/n bowed her head.
little did they know, mikey was watching the whole time.
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❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈
❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞
♡ manjiro sano ♡
a/n: current mood - wanting to breaking people’s hearts 😈 (sorry mikey stans)
content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited
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you finished adding the final touches to your makeup, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you checked in the mirror if your concealer hid your puffy eyes well. some would say that whatever you were going through was tragic, a scenario that you would read about in romance novels where the main character is destined to a miserable fate.
and perhaps that was right.
you’ve been feeling miserable, sad and pathetic for the last month and a half since you’ve received the invitation. a piece of paper that felt like a sharp knife slicing your heart in half.
what was worse was that you couldn’t even find it in your heart to throw away the card. it was beautifully decorated with happy pastel colors and confetti, printed on expensive card stock, pop-up designs and a photo of him with the girl that was supposed to be you.
it was your childhood friend’s wedding, except for the catch that you’ve been holding in a burdening crush on him for the last twenty years. he was your person and you were his, being there for each other through thick and thin.
you both created a world where it was just the two of you while everyone else became a blur, a bunch of white noise. he was the invincible mikey and you were his key.
you couldn’t help but wonder, when did things change so fast? how did the perfect world you both created become nothing but dust?
---
(17 years ago)
“how is she, doc?” the young boy with a dragon tatted on his skull asked curiously as he stared at his friend, well practically family, in concern.
“it was just an upset stomach, little man. we gave your sister some antibiotics to fight off those nasty little germs that’s been bothering her. she’ll be good in a few days. you sure you don’t have a parent or older family member we can contact?” the doctor asked, cocking an eyebrow as he held the pen in his hand eagerly, hoping the blonde boy would say something to him.
“we’re orphans and she’s not my real sister. we have someone that’s been taking care of us for all these years and he’ll come by shortly.” he murmured, shame painting his face as his gaze went down to the floor.
the doctor looked at him with sorrow, patting his head.
“hang tight, buddy. keep her company, but don’t make her laugh too much or else it might make her cry.” he tried to create humor and it successfully made the frowning by crack a crooked smile.
“yes, sir!” the little boy playfully saluted as he watched the man in the white coat walk away with a chuckle.
“ken?” his ears rang up when hearing your faint call of his name, a small whimper following after.
“y/n! are you hurting anywhere? should i call the doctor back? uncle’s gonna be here soon with remi. i told them to bring your favorite chocolate pudding.” draken gave you a cheeky grin, his hand now holding yours tightly.
“you know me so well, sometimes i forget that i’m an orphan.” you laughed quietly, trying to not put strain on your stomach.
“you’re not an orphan, y/n. you got me, uncle, remi and the other girls too. we’re one big happy family.” he persisted, eyebrows furrowing as he tried his best to convince you to believe his point.
“you told the doctor that i’m not your sister, ken.” you whispered, your throat becoming dry as the words left your mouth. draken fell silent for a few seconds before sighing, laying his head besides your hand.
“i told him that you’re not my real sister, y/n. there’s a difference. i don’t care what the law says because my heart says otherwise. you’ll always be the sister that i’ve always dreamed of having.” his eyes twinkled, a hand coming up to ruffle your hair.
“so i heard one of my little girls was sick? maybe some chocolate pudding will make those little bad guys in your stomach go away.” your uncle’s voice boomed in your ward, a small smile plastered on his face as he shook the white plastic bag.
your eyes glimmered in content before you were pulled into a bear hug by remi. the girl sobbed on your shoulder, wetting it with tears and snot as she roared by your ears.
“y/nnnn!!!! i thought you were gonna die when kenny told uncle! i love you, y/n, don’t leave ever me. ever.” she hiccuped between every word as your uncle and draken tried to console her and calm her down.
“it was a stomach bug, remi. i’ll be better in a few days.” you tried to cheer her up. she raised her head, looking at you in doubt.
“promise?” remi sniffled.
“promise, you know i’d never lie to you.” you wiped away her tears before hugging her once more.
your uncle handed the three of you the small containers of chocolate pudding.
“why don’t you three take a walk outside, i’ll have this really nice nurse walk you guys. it’s good to get some fresh air.” the doctor said, patting your back and you all agreed, soon leaving the room.
you happily skipped through the hallway, one pudding container in your pocket, while the other one was tightly secured in your hand as you ate it.
“let’s play hide and seek, you’re the seeker ken!” you quickly blurted out, not giving either of them a choice before running off to the other direction. you faintly heard draken groan in annoyance, being tired of always being the seeker but he’d always do it for you.
you saw a pretty quiet hallway and decided to turn to that corner, only to find a small quiet room. you figured that it wouldn’t be too much of a trouble to hide in here for a few minutes
you opened the door, nearly having a heart attack from the sudden appearance of another person. it was a boy with short blonde hair, he was huddled up into a ball, quietly whimpering and crying.
“hey, kid.” you called out to him, only to not receive a response. a heavy sigh left your lips as you walked over to him, sitting on the floor besides him. the boy looked up at you, eyes all puffy and his nose red.
he’s pretty cute.
“look, i’m really bad at comforting people. but, when i’m super sad, i eat chocolate pudding to make me happy again.” you said with a grin, digging in your pocket to get your other container out.
you grabbed his hand and opened his palm before placing the treat in it. he stared at it in momentary silence.
“who are you?” he finally spoke, looking at you with slight confusion.
“just a stranger who’s hiding from her siblings in an intense game of hide and seek. what about you?” you chuckled, scooping another bite into your mouth.
“i’m.. i don’t know.” he said with a shaky breath, shaking his head.
“that’s fine, we don’t always know the answer to everything. ken is really mean sometimes, he’s a year older than me and asked me what 345 times 82 is. i could bet you my whole stash of chocolate pudding that he doesn’t know himself. tch, smart my ass.” you scoffed, earning a small giggle from your side. you side eyed him, seeing him detach the small spoon from the plastic lid before opening it.
“what’s your name?” he asked you, eyes anticipating for an answer.
“y/n. you?” you continued to inhale your treat as you waited for him to respond.
“mikey.” the blonde boy scooped in a hefty amount into his mouth as he consumed the sweet dessert.
“why were you crying, mikey?” you asked, not realizing how insensitive you were being.
“it’s personal.” mikey shortly dismissed, but you were a little slow to understand and continued to persist until he caved in.
“it’s just me and you in here. think of it as a bubble with just us, nothing comes in or goes out of this bubble.” you assured him, patting his back.
for some strange reason, mikey felt like he could tell you anything from how comfortable you made him feel. considering the fact that he didn’t want to show any kind of reaction or emotion towards his family, he decided to seek that comfort and release in you.
“my mother just died, about an hour ago.” he bluntly dropped the bomb, placing a very awkward and tense atmosphere between you both.
“you’ll get over it, mikey.” you calmly answered, making his brows furrow with annoyance and slight anger.
“how could you say that to me? my mother just died.” mikey said in disbelief, his tone heightening a little.
“i’m telling you the truth. i’m sorry that this happened to you, especially at such a young age, but it’ll all pass and soon, today will just be one of your many bad memories. you’ll find peace and love one day and heal, mikey. that’s life.” you defended your previous statement, looking into his eyes with a gentle look.
“and how do you know that? you’re just some ten-year-old weirdo that walked in on me.” he mumbled under his breath, making you giggle.
“i’m an orphan, mikey. i don’t even know what my parents look like or if i even have any to begin with. not even any knowledge on if i have sibling or not. ken and remi aren’t my real siblings, just people i grew up with.” you shrugged, making the blonde boy thin his lips.
“i’m sorry.” he apologized, his gaze lowering to meet his shoes.
“it’s not your fault. there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. it’s what your mom would’ve wanted, mikey.” you ruffled his hair as his eyes shimmered with hope.
“thanks, i’ll try. also, promise me that you won’t tell anyone about me crying.” mikey gave you a embarrassed look, holding up his pinky.
“i promise.” you intertwined yours with his.
suddenly, the door flew open, which startled the both of you.
“found you!”
---
“i’m really sorry, sir.” the doctor heavily sighed, trying to pat your uncle’s back as the man sobbed in his palms.
“how bad is it? please, tell me she has time! she’s only ten, i want to be able to walk her down the aisle one day.” your uncle begged, choking between every word and cry.
“the tumor in right in the middle of her brain, wrapping around each and every blood vessel. it’s to aggressive for us to remove it, i’m sorry once again, but it’s inoperable. she’ll bleed out before we can even remove a centimeter of it. with proper treatment and medications, we’re looking at maybe ten more years.” the doctor replied, making your uncle rub his temples in worry.
“uncle!! meet my new friend, mikey! they live on the next block from our house.” you vibrant voice broke the depressing atmosphere. your uncle quickly wiped away his tears, giving you all a smile.
“hey, i remember you! you were in s.s motors with shinichiro.” your uncle patted mikey’s head.
“he’s my big brother.” mikey answered.
“i see, why don’t you come and have lunch with us. we’re going out for burgers, i’ll text your brother that you’re with us.” your uncle suggested, making the small blonde boy nod his head.
and just like that, the both of you became inseparable.
---
high school came around and you were the only thing that was piecing manjiro sano, or rather the invincible mikey, together. he formed a gang and that included your brother in it as well. you all were a pretty tight group to say the least, yet no one could truly understand him better than you could.
not even his right-hand men such as draken or sanzu.
“i think i’m gonna disband toman and move away for some time, you now escape life for a little.” he sighed, opening the lid of the chocolate pudding before handing it to you.
“where’s yours?” you asked, confused as to why he only got one.
“didn’t want one.” he shrugged, digging in his pocket before pulling out a box of cigarettes. he plucked one of the cancer sticks out, planting it in between his lips before lighting it.
you watched him in disappointment, as he inhaled the smoke before coughing it out, eyes becoming watery as you scoffed.
“dumbass, give me that.” you grabbed the stick before throwing it on the ground, stepping on it.
“and that.” you grabbed the pack out of his hands before tossing it into the trash.
“y/n.” mikey called out.
“no, i’m really mad at you. i can’t believe you, mikey. pull that type of shit again and i’ll bury you, i swear. no girl would ever want to kiss you with a mouth like that.” you scoffed, flicking his forehead as he winced in pain.
“not even you?” he teased.
“i’d rather kiss a roach.” you playfully punched his bicep, earning a small laugh from him.
“they only had one pudding left, so i didn’t get one for myself.” he explained himself.
“we could always share, idiot. say ah.” you ordered, scooping a hefty amount of pudding before placing the spoon near his lips. he opened his mouth, eating it with content.
“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?” you glared at him, making him choke.
“hey! why are you giving me such a harsh swear??” he cleared his throat.
“so you’re saying you’ll lie and do it behind my back?!” you yelled, making him quickly shake his head.
“no, no, no! that’s not what i meant. i’m just saying that isn’t it such a big swear for something so stupid?” mikey tried to reason.
“your health is not stupid, mikey. don’t push my buttons and swear already.” you rolled your eyes, making him sigh.
“fine, i swear.” he said in defeat, stealing the reamining of your pudding to eat.
“hm, good. oh, going back to what you were saying earlier, why so suddenly?” you questioned, backtracking to the previous conversation before you both got out of topic.
“i don’t know, i feel like i’m bringing in my toxic energy in and engulfing everyone. maybe i should just let it all go and step back, you know? even you need a break from me to be honest.” he bitterly laughed. you kissed your teeth before grabbing a hold of his face, turning it to face you as you stared sternly at him.
“mikey, i’m not going anywhere. what i promised you seven years will never break, even after we die. our souls are one, and i can’t leave my other half. so, let me run away with you. wherever you want, i’ll follow right behind you.” you gave him a soft smile, caressing his cheeks lovingly. his expression grew softer, tears welling in his eyes as he buried his face in your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing the top of his head.
it’s been rough on him, especially after losing shinichiro too in an accident. mikey’s been in a really dark place for a few months, shit, even scary if you were honest. he was snappy, rude, all dark and twisty. yet, you never gave up on him.
because you knew that at the end of the day, he was still the same small boy you found in that closet crying to himself.
“y/n, promise me something.” mikey sniffled, pulling away as he looked up at you, eyes holding so much vulnerability.
“i promised my entire life to you, what more should i promise?”you joked, wiping away his tears with the pads of your thumb.
“if we don’t find someone by the age of thirty, let’s get married. i’d rather spend the rest of my life with you than all alone.” he offered, a boyish smile dancing on his lips as your heart fluttered.
you could’ve sworn that it skipped a few beats, making it suddenly harder to breathe as your cheeks grew warm.
“stop fucking around with me, sano. it’s not funny.” you warned him, but his expression remained the same.
“you’re being deadass?” your eyes grew wide and he hummed in response.
“so, are you in or not?” the blonde boy cocked an eyebrow as he held out his pinkie, making you chuckle.
“jeez, it seems like you’re making a life or death contract with me. yes, i’m in.” you answered, intertwining your pinkie with his.
and to think that what you’ve been dreaming of for years were to come true would become only a nightmare.
it’s not until emma’s death where mikey completely disappeared, not answering anyones calls or even yours. you spent days trying to look for him all over the city and even begging koko to somehow track his number or something.
but every effort went in vain.
you cried for months, refusing to eat and giving up on the sweet treat that only reminded you of him. you had nightmares every night, and the only thought that circled your mind was that he was dead.
he was really gone.
until after nearly nine years, he came back. not alone, but accompanied with another person.
a girl, his girl, to be precise.
mikey went to the philippines for those years, returning with a completely new get up that would make it hard for anyone to guess that it was him. his beautiful blonde locks were now cut short with an undercut, dyed black.
you remembered the first day where he showed up at your doorsteps, your knees turned into jelly as you almost collapsed to the group if he didn’t catch you in time. you cried in his arms for so long, cursing and punching him from pain and anger as he whispered thousands of apologies to you.
you were happy, so fucking happy to see that he was alive. it put your mind and heart to peace, until you saw her walk out of the car.
“this is my girlfriend, y/n. we met a few years back and she’s just amazing, you know. i wanted you to meet the most important person of my life first since you’re my best friend.” he mischievously giggled, snaking an arm around her waist.
your throat became dry, heart shattering into a billion pieces as each word leaving his lips was like knives jabbing at your heart. it bled, threatening to leak out of your eyes. yet, you held back, trying your hardest to fake a realistic smile to keep your cool.
“nice to meet you.” you shook her hand.
“the pleasure’s all mine, mikey’s told me a lot about you.” she said, making you awkwardly laugh.
“oh, i see.” you dryly replied, clearing your throat.
“these are for you by the way, it’s a recipe that’s really sacred to my family. i hope you enjoy.” she smiled, handing you a box of what seemed like cookies.
fuck, i can’t even bring myself to hate her.
“thank you, that’s really sweet of you. uh, you both should stay over for lunch.” you offered, secretly praying that they refuse.
“sorry, y/n, i gotta get my bike inspected by ken-chin. next time, yeah?” he ruffled your hair, as you managed to let out a small hum. you waved them goodbye before entering your house, locking the door behind you.
you fell on your knees, letting out all the tears that you’ve been holding in. your cry was ugly, gut-wrenching and painful as it stole all the oxygen from your lungs and made you gag and choke.
it felt like someone died, well, it was sort of like that.
mikey was no longer yours, he was somebody’s else’s. you were all alone now.
you’re the other woman.
you probably shed a gallon of tears by now, trying your best to turn off the water tap glued on your eyes. but, the image of him snaking his arm around her waist never left your mind.
you glanced at the box of cookies on the floor, opening the lid to grab one and take a bite.
“fuck, they taste delicious too.” you cried, throwing it back in the box as you decided that it’ll be best to call out of work sick for tomorrow.
---
the day has finally come, where you have to let him go. he was no longer yours, those days will never come back, now only a happy memory that you can confide to for comfort.
“y/n, you don’t have to do this.” draken sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shook your head, determined to attend that damn wedding.
“i have to, ken. he’s my best friend, i can do at least this much for him.” you answered, fixing up the green dress that you wore before putting on your earrings.
“be selfish for once, y/n! i know that you love him, alright? i’ve been living with you since diapers, i know you like the back of my hand. you can lie to anyone but me, i know that you’re not okay. which is why i’m telling you that you don’t have to do this. i’ll tell him that you’re sick or something.” draken’s eyes softened, his expresison growing sad as he looked at your pained expression. you were smiling at him, yet he knew the thousands of thoughts and words that littered your mind.
“ken, i know. the only way i could give myself closure is by seeing it happen, in front of my eyes. i want my last memory of him to be happy and clear, so that when i think of him, i don’t feel pain or misery. if he’s happy then i’m happy because we are each others halves and no one can take that spot. besides, his fiance is so nice, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. he’ll be fine, i know he will.” you explained, grabbing drakens hands as you gave it a tight squeeze, looking up at the tall man that stood before you.
he bit his lips to contain himself from arguing back, caressing your cheeks before letting out a sigh. he nodded his head, deciding to butt-out of your business.
“okay, whatever makes you happy.” he said and you hummed in response before getting up to slip on your heels.
“let’s go, we have a wedding to go to.” you smiled at him, slipped your arm in his as you guys walked out of your house.
the drive to the church was short as it was the same one where hina and takemichi got married. you entered the ladies room where all the bridesmaids were getting dressed up as they all waited for you since you were the maid of honor.
“y/n, you’re here! god, you look gorgeous, maybe i should ditch mikey and marry you instead.” she joked, pulling you into a hug as you chuckled, patting her back.
“you look even prettier. damn, mikey caught a good one i gotta say.” you answered looking at her with eyes full of nothing but adoration.
she was sweet and understanding, a perfect wife for mikey. he deserved this, after being through hell and back, he deserved happiness and peace.
and you were willing to do anything to give him that, even if it meant to go to the ends of the earth and come back.
“it’s almost time! come on ladies, get in position.” one of the bridesmaids announced.
“i’ll see you at the aisle.” you rubbed her shoulder as she hummed, then taking your leave as you entered the wedding hall. you walked up where the priest stood, mikey standing right across you.
his eyes widened when he saw you, walking up to you without hesitation. he pulled you into a tight hug before pulling away with a smile.
“you look absolutely beautiful, y/n, as always. i’m so happy that you’re here, i was honestly so nervous, but after seeing you, i got my courage back.” he honestly said, making it hard for you to form words to respond to him.
“better not chicken out sano, i raised you better than that.” you playfully scolded him.
“yes ma’am!” he jokingly saluted, making you both laugh.
“mr. sano, please stand in position, the bride will enter in a few minutes.” the priest interrupted.
“sorry. i’ll talk to you after the ceremony, okay?” he held your hands, giving it a tight squeeze and you swore that if he was just a hair more closer, you would’ve broken down into tears.
“yeah, yeah, of course. go get married, sano.” you teased, making him blush as he walked back to his original position. you stood with one ring while draken stood with the other, the taller glancing at you frequently to check if you’re okay and you’d discreetly try to nod and give him the signal that you’re fine.
the music began to play and the doors opened, revealing mikey’s soon to be wife, now walking in with her father. a huge smile or her face as you looked over at mikey, only to catch him staring at you before averting his gaze to his wife.
she walked up the steps, now standing besides you as she turned to look at her soon to be husband. the priest began to read the wedding vows and it was soon time to exchange rings. the beautiful diamond ring glimmered under your eyes and you couldn’t help but wished it was for you.
it fit perfectly, like it was made for you and you knew that because you accompanied mikey when he went ring shopping. it was unfortunate to know that his fiance’s ring size was the same as you, so you helped him pick and size it. you remember not being able to take your eyes off of it as soon as he slipped it onto your finger. you felt chills as his skin touched yours, but now, it was reality; only not yours but hers.
“do you, _____, take manjiro sano as your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” the priest asked, and without hesitation⸻
“i do.” she said with the brightest smile, giving him the most lovesick eyes known to mankind.
“do you, manjiro sano, take _____ as your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” he now asked the groom, and to your surpise, mikey’s eyes were only focused on you.
please, say no, mikey. say no! you’re mine and i’m yours, it always been like that. please, say no.
your mind screamed and your heart bled, hoping for some miracle to change the events to bring it in your favors. but to your disappointment, none of that happened. he gave you a small smile before glancing at his bride.
“i do.” mikey said and the priest suddenly glanced at everyone in the room.
“any objections?” he loudly asked, as a moment of silence fell in the whole room.
me! i object. this wedding shouldn’t be happening, not even in a million years. that should be me in that dress and ring, not her. i don’t want to be the other woman.
“that’s a no then. i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may kiss the bride.” and with that being said, you averted your gaze to the bouquet of flowers as the crowd roared with cheers while they both kissed.
a few tears slipped from your eyes but you managed to quickly wipe them away, praying that nobody saw them. to which nobody did, except for draken as the man look at you with nothing but an aching heart to see you this heartbroken.
the after party was great, from the table of stories and lunch too. the cake was amazing as well, coming from the bakery that you and mikey often went to for study dates during your teen years.
“y/n! there you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i just wanted to come here and thank you again for helping out with everything. you’re amazing and i’m so happy to know someone like you.” mikey’s wife came to you and pulled you into a hug, as you pat her back.
“of course, i wish you both the best of luck and a lot of happiness. treat him good, okay? he’s been through so much and he really deserves this. he’s a little childish and stubborn at times but he’s so sweet. he’s great and it breaks my heart to give him away but he’ll be okay. i know he will, he’s mikey after all.” you laughed, making her break into one as well.
“mhm, you got it!” she smiled at you once more before being whisked away by another relative for pictures.
“looks like you’re busy.” you heard a familiar voice behind you, turning around to see mikey grinning at you.
“yup, busy practicing how to spend the rest of my life alone without my other half.” you teased, making him chuckle.
“i suppose if you’re not too busy then you can spare some time to have a dance with me?” mikey wiggled his eyebrows, making your lips curl as you took his hand, being pulled away to the dance floor.
you wrap your arms around his neck as his arms snake around your waist. you both sway to the song and it felt like once again everyone else was just a blur and you both were now back in your own world, just the two of you.
“thank you, y/n. for everything, from beginning to end. i’ll never be able to repay you for everything that you’ve done for me. without you, i don’t think i’d even be standing here. you’re my one and only, forever and always; my other half.” he genuinely spoke, eyes glimmering with love and adoration, turning your brain into a bunch of mush and heart becoming all fuzzy.
“you just got married, mikey, don’t make your wife turn against me by saying those kind of things.” you chuckled, making him crack a smile.
“i mean it, you’re very special to me, y/n.” mikey said, tucking in a piece of hair behind your ear. you felt suffocated, feeling your airways and chest tightening. you couldn’t tell if it was from all that food you stress-ate or the feelings that threatened to pour out right this moment.
“can we go somewhere private, i gotta tell you something.” you urgently ushered him, as he quickly nodded his head before being dragged away to the groom’s room.
you quickly closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to face him. mikey grew concerned at your behavior and silence as he constantly asked if you were okay.
“if someone were to ask me what would be the best and worst day of my life, i would tell them that it was the day that i met you.” you breathed out, making mikey tilt his head to the side in confusion.
“huh?” he managed to say.
“it was the day where i found someone that understood me as a person deep from within, knew my every thought and feeling before i even had to say it or act on it. i found my other half, the person that made me, well, me. the person whom i’ve grown to not be able to live without as well. which also brings it to why it’s my worst day as well.” you grew silent, words feeling too heavy to spew out as tears gathered in your eyes.
“the person that i can’t live without, mikey.” you choked out, tears now streaming down your face as mikey’s eyes widened.
“y/n, i don’t under-”
“i love you, okay! not as a friend, but as someone more. i wanted to be the person that you spend the rest of your life with.” you cried, making him gulp harshly.
“i wanted to be your bride.” you sadly laughed, looking up at him with a tear-stained face as your mascara and eyeliner was now smudged.
“oh my god, y/n.” he whispered, trying to pull you into a hug but you quickly stopped him.
“don’t! if you hug me right now, i’ll break and won’t be able to stop myself. please, just hear me out. when we went ring shopping, i never wanted to take it off of my finger and it felt so nice when you put it on me. that night, i went home and couldn’t stop envisioning a future where it was us instead. i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, mikey.” you confessed, making him break into tears as he pulled you into a hug, unable to contain himself.
“then why the hell didn’t you say anything before? you even had the chance to object when the priest said the vows. why didn’t you say anything!” he sobbed, his embrace tightening as if he never wanted to let you go.
“because she’s good, mikey. you need a wife who’s sweet, tender, gentle and understanding. she’s perfect for you, mikey. you’ll be okay, i know you will.” you gave him a sad smile, holding his face as you looked deep into his eyes.
“but you’re also-”
“no, mikey. you need someone who can cherish you and spend many more happy years to come. i can’t give you that.” you sniffled, making him furrow his eyebrows.
“i don’t understand, what’s going on?” mikey panicked.
“i’m dying, mikey. that day that i met you, i was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and it seems that i barely have a full month left to live. i was supposed to be long gone by last month but i guess i was lucky enough to see you get married.” you cried with a smile.
“no, no, you’re lying to me. this can’t be! y/n, this isn’t time for jokes, please, i can’t lose you too. i’ll marry you, i’ll manage something, i promise. please, just don’t leave me.” he begged, holding onto you like you would disappear from his reach if he were to let go.
“mikey, don’t make all of this go into vain. i worked so hard to come to terms with my feelings and get closure. which is why i waited until after the wedding to tell you because even if i do leave you, you’ll have her to be there with you. you need to live for me, and enjoy your life in happiness. okay?” you sobbed, trying to convince him but he kept shaking his head in denial.
“no! please, y/n! i-i-”
“here, make sure to share with her, alright? don’t get too greedy.” you tried to joke to lighten the mood, as you opened his palm to give him the container of chocolate pudding.
“y/n, please.” he cried, but you were stern with your decision. you felt yourself becoming light-headed and the familiar feeling of nausea. it almost felt like you were dying, ironically.
“bye, mikey.” you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before running out of the room. mikey yelled your name behind like a madman as he ran after you, but you were too ahead. the fresh air hit your skin, sending goosebumps everywhere and it felt like you could breathe again.
you walked over to draken’s car and opened the door, sitting down as you were about to close the door.
“i love you too, y/n! i always have and always will.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door shut, breaking into tears.
“start the car, ken.” you said in between your sobs, driving away from the church.
“so, you gonna hide from him forever or what? you know, y/n, i never told you how much i love you. well, not like that. but, i’m grateful for having someone like you in my life. i’d do anything to make you smile, you’re the most selfless and kind person i’ve ever met. an angel is what you are.” draken rambled, making you softly chuckle.
“thanks ken, i love you too.” you tiredly slurred your words, draken glancing at you as he stopped at a light, a smile etching on his face.
“seems like you’re tired, let’s get takeout tonight and go to the movies with remi. you know, just like the old days. what do you say?” draken asked, only to be met with silence. he chuckled to himself as he decided to not bother you and let you sleep till you both got home.
draken finished parking the car, calling your name a few times to try and wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge.
“jeez, gonna make me carry your ass up those damn stairs.” he groaned while getting out of the car and opening the door to yours.
“y/n-” he grew quiet, seeing your pale face made his blood run could. draken quickly bent down and put his ear on your heart, two fingers on your wrist.
no beat, no pulse.
“no, no⸻y/n, wake up! please, i need you to wake up!” draken cried, wrapping his arms around your cold and lifeless body to give you some of his warmth.
but it was no use, you were already gone.
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“ MY GF’S FAMOUS ” — tokyo revenger headcanons ( x fem )
where tokyorev boys s/o is a kpop idol,, female reader,, draken, mikey, baji, mitsuya, chifuyu ,, modern au
— IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR SO LONG, just thinking abt it always had me thinking of ideas to how they would all have their kpop idol s/o im so glad to finally be writing this <3
warnings;; none I think (hopefully..) most likely bad spelling and a lot of grammar mistakes (not proofread bc it’s late and I’m too sleepy,, hopefully everything is right tho..)
ryuguji ken “draken”
surprisingly he actually knows a thing or two about kpop and idols. Was surprised to see you pop up on tv when he stayed over with Mikey because Emma actually likes ur group. “Woah Ken-chin!! isn’t that [name]??” Draken seriously had to double check to see if it was actually you.
When you actually told him you were a kpop idol he kissed your forehead and said “I know” so proudly. Believe it or not he brags about it to his friends “my girlfriend is a kpop idol, you should stream their music!!”
ALSO he once dragged you along to a party (mitsuyas bday party) and everyone was there, when I tell you hakkai froze and almost fainted at the sight of you. #3 biggest and supporter right there (according to draken) you had to kind of step out for a second with draken before hakkai had a heart attack.
still he was so happy to meet you (his bias btw..) many congratulations and nice to meet you’s from him.
at some point paparazzi actually noticed you with him out on a date (thankfully they didn’t get to snap any pictures) draken dragged you out of the park as fast as he could covering you with his hoodie. he protects you from paparazzi you can’t tell me otherwise <3
BONUS: whenever he hears your songs pop up on the radio (no matter where he is) he turns it all the way up. If anyone is around him he recommends your unit to them. “They’re really good specially [name]!!” (Of course he also looks up to your group members he just likes to brag about you a lot <33)
sano manjiro “mikey”
Once again,, surprisingly knows what kpop is all because of his sister. (I’m telling you Emma is a kpop Stan u can’t tell me otherwise) when he actually gets into your music he’s hooked
He would steal Emma’s photocard collection of you or pretty much anything with your face or name on it. Wouldn’t even feel guilty abt it, not one bit “she’s my gf I think that’s enough explanation!!” “WELL I BOUGHT IT SO ITS MINE” yeah they would both argue until you actually gave Emma new signed merch
MOVIE NIGHTS WITH HIM AND HIS SISTER and many Shinichiro.. you can’t tell me otherwise. You guys would have pop corn and snacks before watching the movie all while having your groups music playing on the background (supportive bf I love him <;3)
He hates paparazzi sm, I feel like he would be really jealous of other people taking pictures of you specially when you’re just trying to have a nice time at some cafe. Anytime paparazzi came to bash you and take pictures with you he would cling onto you and cover you from their view. “Only I should be able to take pictures of you” with a pouty face
You would take him to meet your group members and he would ask for autographs from each of them (to brag to Emma ofc). The dude doesn’t even know their names.. it’s okay tho because he’s now best friends with them!!
He actually stayed on set once you guys were filming an mv for your recently released song. Your group tried to get him to try and learn the dance (he actually made it to the behind the scenes videos which was him dancing with your group)
he reads those [name] x reader fan fictions, hee proud of it actually. Others can keep imagining while he can actually have the real thing, im almost sure he would actually have a fan account just for you.
he 100% goes to your concerts with Emma, you actually reserve him and his sister seats. Most of the time you’re always looking at him when you’re performing. if you send him kisses or winks while you’re dancing he’ll immediately go insane.
he gets backstage privileges. yes he does indeed get that privilege. always congratulated you and your group mates for your amazing performance. is extremely clingy after you guys leave for the hotel you booked. he ends up staying with you because he’s too lazy to drive back to his own house.
BONUS: CUDDLES, the best cuddles you’ve ever received in your life, specially after an exhausting performance. he takes care of you <33 “you did great today”
baji keisuke
he has some idea what kpop or idols are.. the moment you told him he just said “cool” Chifuyu would be the one to explain it to him. Afterwards he would be happy to listen to your songs and even buy your albums
100% convinced his mother would listen to you, idc idc fight me she would. His mother loves you i know she does, the moment you visited baji to meet his mother she cried tears of joy. give this woman free merch SIGNED, dude you would go as far as to take her to your group members so she could meet them all sobs.
once you were tired like really tired since you were coming from endless hours of practice so all you wanted was to spend time with your bf.. you knocked on the door and when he let you in all of his friends were there playing a board game
chifuyu who had begged baji to let him meet you immediately greeted you, bro was fascinated, astonished, flabbergasted to finally see you in flesh and bone. that day you stayed over and played games with them by the end of it you fell asleep. baji tucked you into his bed and afterwards fell asleep hugging you.
HE LOATHES ABSOLUTELY HATES PAPARAZZI. he almost punched one of them once because you were caught completely off guard as they took pictures of you with the flash on. “Piss off cant you see we’re busy??” Most of your fans actually think he’s rude but he’s a sweet guy who just wants to protect his gf <;3
No but fr he would go as far as to break some cameras just so you could have some relaxing time without having to worry about paparazzi. although many attempts have failed because there is abt 100 pictures of you and baji online having dates and picnics.. let’s just say he’s pretty pissed off abt it
baji would 100% teach you how to protect yourself from weird people, pervs and all that stuff. “There’s weird people out there so you need to know how to at least land a punch” you actually ended up sending some perv to the hospital for kicking him where it hurts. baji was proud yet disgusted at how the man even tried to make a move.
BONUS: yk how cats often come into his room, you always take care of them with baji when you stay over. it’s as if the cats were your children and you and baji were their parents.
mitsuya takashi
mitsuya actually listened to your songs even before you started dating. he was quite lucky (as he claims) to have met you that rainy day that you had forgotten your umbrella and he had offered his. “excuse me? here you can use my umbrella if you want” he was so sweet about it “ah, thank you so much I can’t afford my papers getting wet, will you be fine?”
you were surprised he didn’t bash you with questions and asking for an autograph so you guessed he didn’t know who you were. you ended up giving him your personal number so you could return his umbrella. he was shocked when he found out who you actually were,, the rest is pretty much history
his sisters love you, you always make sure to bring them some type of gift before visiting. mitsuya actually tries to get you to not buy them anything because he thinks it’s a lot but cmon now mana and luna deserve love. they wanted your groups albums for Christmas and they got that and more, you got all your group members to record some type of video and greeting they thanked you profusely afterwards
he’s a designer and you are an idol.. guess what that means. HE MAKES YOUR OUTFITS,, he totally does I know it. anytime your group and you come up with a theme for your mvs Mitsuya always offers to make your outfits. you always proudly wear all of his creations,, like for an interview?? red carpet?? music video?? or just an outfit overall Mitsuya is your guy.
paparazzi would be asking you who the designer is and all you have to say is “This is a piece made by my boyfriend, Mitsuya Takashi.. thank you for asking” he gained a few hundred of followers that day.
dates a lot of dates with him whenever you have free time, even tho paparazzi may sometimes ruin it’s okay because there’s a few 20 new pictures of both of you online showing the world how in love u are.
BONUS: movie nights with him and his sisters, it’s pretty much basically just you and Mitsuya since mana and luna always fall asleep on the first 10 minutes of the movie. anyway it’s more time for you and Mitsuya so win win??
matsuno chifuyu
now this little silly he has a whole shelf full of your groups albums, magazines and posters. he listens, streams, quite literally enjoys your music (he stans new jeans and wonder girls you can’t tell me otherwise)
your relationship is pretty much public, all of your fans know who he is. I believe they follow peke j’s Instagram account, (it’s what they love most abt your bf) like his cats account has more followers than his own main acc😭
every time you stay at chifuyu house you always make sure to bring some type of treat for peke j, he absolutely adores you. cuddle peke j and leave chifuyu outside his own bed quite literally
LIBRARY DATES,, you both go to the library to check out/buy manga and other books you may like. you guys have those cute little cafe dates where you guys either spend your time reading or just talking about your day and life
he watches your interviews, AND he was once invited to go into one. like a couple interviews or yk those interviews where couples get cards with questions that only they know abt each other. or just cute games for couples,, yeah those basically. fan base went crazy after that interview dropped
you planned on adopting a cat once so chifuyu recommended some adoption centers. sadly you didn’t end up adopting a cat but you did get a date at a cat cafe so a loss and a win?? “look at this cat!! her name is bee she’s so cute” so many cats surrounded him it was cute <33
he’s neutral abt paparazzi tbh, he just dislikes it when you feel uncomfortable being bashed by so many people at the same time. sadly he can’t do much about them,, but when you’re both out of their sight he treats you to whatever you want a lot of comfort from his part
BONUS: since you’re friends with a lot of other kpop idols you invited chifuyu once to meet some of them. he got to meet a lot of his biases and got a shit ton of autographs and merch,, afterwards he thanked you endlessly,, lots of kisses <33
©asalamis ,, please don’t copy, steal or plagiarize my work in any way, reblogs and likes are appreciated,, hope you enjoyed ty for reading <;3
#miomik#asalamis#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev headcanons#tokyo rev x reader#draken x reader#mikey x reader#baji x reader#mitsuya x reader#chifuyu x reader#x female reader#tokyorev x reader
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Being a Sano
-- sano siblings x little sister reader
🖤 — tokyo revengers
📝 — reader is a sister, second pov (you/your), cursing, fluff, light angst at the end if you squint
: a/n — this is me starting my journey here at tumblr with a fluffy imagine with my favourite sano family <3
Being a Sano itself was a blessing.
At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself. And right now, you’re thinking twice, full of doubt and annoyance if it’s still a blessing. Your brothers, Mikey and Izana, are fighting over small things again early in the morning, on a weekend, mind you, that it woke you up abruptly when you hear something crash from the kitchen.
Do you want to thank Takemitchy for saving everyone and for getting your family complete? Yes, of course. Do you want to kill Mikey and Izana, though? Yes. Of fucking course.
With a heavy sigh through the nose, you get up from the bed and make your way towards your closet where your beloved stick is residing before going to the kitchen where said two menaces and absolute disruption are.
“Good morning, Mikey-nii, Zana-nii!” you greeted loudly. The two freezes at your tone. So sweet and so, so utterly high-pitched that it got them laughing nervously and glancing at one another as if blaming.
“Good morning, y/n!” your oh-so loveable Mikey-nii greets back, slowly slinking away to the back door, Izana on trail. You laugh to yourself and they laugh, too, before running with you on their tail.
“For God’s sake! Stop interrupting my sleep, you devils!” you shouted, throwing your stick and successfully hitting Mikey in the back of his head while Izana just laughed and continued to run away from you. “Hey! That hurt!” Mikey grunts, complaining.
“Zana-nii, stop running and come here so I can pinch you!” Said boy just darts his tongue out before going back inside the kitchen again through the back door.
“Mikey! Izana! Y/N! Shut up!” came your Shinichiro-nii’s voice from inside making you roll your eyes. Why are you even included? It was your other two brothers who started it! “Shin-nii, blame Mikey-nii and Zana-nii!” you shouted back, glaring at Mikey who’s smugly smiling at you, making your eyes twitch.
Silence was what welcomed you before the backdoor opened again, revealing a grinning Izana who’s now running towards you. “Wha–” you were cut off when Izana grabbed your hand, dragging you along with his running figure. You look back and see your Emma-nee-chan who’s holding a ladle, fuming.
Your eyes glances at Mikey whose eyes widened before running, too, along with you and Izana. “Why are you even dragging me?!” you asked even though you’re not stopping, afraid of getting hit by a ladle.
(But let’s be honest, Emma loves you the most so she’ll just hit Izana and Mikey)
“Aww, come on, bubs, your older brother is saving and protecting you from the devil!” Izana says, emphasising on the word devil and even looking back at Emma who’s running after the three of you as he does so.
You laugh at the implication, Izana squeezing your hand and smiling back at you before you feel Mikey getting ahold of your other hand and squeezing it, too, grinning, as the four of you run on the streets with big smiles on your faces.
Being a Sano was a blessing itself.
And even though your brothers, Mikey and Izana, are absolute menaces, you still thank whoever is up there for making you a Sano.
Bonus
After going back to the house, panting with smiles on your faces, the four of you head to the kitchen where breakfast, Shinichiro, and your gramps is waiting. But then you stop abruptly when you see your favourite cup, now broken in pieces on the garbage can, and remember what woke you up earlier due to a crash caused by Mikey and Izana.
Your head whipped at them and they just looked away, suddenly interested in the ceiling (Mikey), and now looking at the dishes as if it’s a new discovery (Izana)
(You still love them, though, and will sell your soul if it means being their little sister for your next few lifetimes.)
Yes, being a Sano was a blessing but sometimes, it’s a little bit of a curse when it comes to your Mikey-nii’s and Izana-nii’s over the line doings as you cry in their arms, whispered apologies in your ears.
A/N: yes i headcanon Izana calling his little sister "bubs" because it's so adorable
#tokyo revengers#sano manjiro x sister reader#kurokawa izana x sister reader#shinichiro x sister reader#emma x sister reader#sano family#tokyo revengers platonic#xiefuyu's
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"If I could change anything. I would've let myself fall in love with you."
In which instead of Takemitchy, it's you that has the ability to time travel. Allowing you to change the past and present. After traveling back to the present and attending the funeral of Takashi Mitsuya, you arrive back home to find a letter. An invitation to the Philippines.
Manjiro Sano x GN!Reader
Warnings: Tokyo Revengers spoilers, slowburn, mentions of death, cursing, guns, violence, blood & mentions of broken bones.
A/N: Hope this does well because I want to make it a series😭
With a flash of colour, every vein and artery seemed to buzz alongside every organ as you switched to your future body.
Blinking you steadied yourself in your new body. Taking a deep breath, a young woman with pale pink hair stood before you.
"Thank you for coming," she spoke softly. You hummed quietly in confusion. "Please wait in this line."
She gestured to the growing line forming behind her. "Oh.. Alright." The woman smiled and took her place behind a stand to check guests in.
Examining your surroundings you grasped at your clothes. You were dressed neatly in black formal mourning attire. Around you people spoke quietly to one another, comforting each other. An uneasy feeling settled in your chest as you took your place in line like you were instructed to.
At the front of the line, the lady from before alongside another who looked around the same age just with pale blonde hair greeted you. After giving them your last name the woman with blonde hair ushered you inside. "You can go inside," her voice shook and she pinched her nose but it did no good at preventing her tears.
You thanked them and made your way towards the entry of the building. Behind you the pink haired lady encouraged her friend. "Keep it together Mana."
"I'm sorry, Luna."
Trying not to trip over your own feet you turned on your heel quickly to examine the two girls. No, they weren't friends. They were sisters.
They ushered another guest into the funeral. The blonde woman, Mana, sobbed out her next words. "Thank you for attending my brother's funeral."
You chest tightened and you gasped, turning back around to rush into the building. Music played down the long hallway. The walls blurred together has you tried to find the correct room. Your ankles wobbled and knocked into each other, leaning on the wall for support you decided to search your person before moving forward.
Your fingers gripped around the familiar shape of your cellphone. Bringing the screen to life you tapped aggressively at the keyboard having to redo your password twice before opening the web. Searching for recent stories regarding any gang violence.
After searching endlessly you sat on the floor of the hallway your back hurting from being pressed against the textured wall for so long.
Takashi Mitsuya, a Toman Officer, had been strangled to death in an attack. Hinata Tachibana, your long time best friend had died once again in a car accident. Her boyfriend and in this timeline fiance, Takemitchi Hanagaki, who was also a Toman Officer had also died in the same accident.
The phone slipped from your sweaty palms onto the deep red carpet underneath you. The ringing in your ears drowned out the disgusting noises that came from your throat as you desperately tried not to throw up.
Passerbys stared and man approached you his comforts and concerns falling on deaf ears. Picking your phone up off the floor you braced your body on the wall before sliding up it with shaky legs.
It was Mitsuya's funeral. You had remembered meeting his little sisters, Luna and Mana, in the past at the New Year's festival.
When you gained enough strength in your legs you ran back down the way you came. Ignoring any looks thrown your way. Slipping through the big double doors you tried your best to stay out of everyone's way as you left the property.
You couldn't stay and sit through this service. You needed to find Naoto and figure out what the hell was happening.
After running aimlessly through the streets, muscle memory took you back to your old apartment. Heavy breaths left you as you sat in front of the front door with your back pressed against the hard material. Coughing and gagging on nothing.
You don't know why you had come back here. In other timelines you had been in nice preppy pent houses due to your connection to Toman, though you have never been an official member of the gang. According to Mikey you were just his guest he let sit in on meetings.
..
Where was Mikey?
A deep voice rang out from besides you. "Good, I knew you were back."
Lifting your gaze from the concrete floor your eyes fall over a tall, slim man with short black hair. He was dressed neatly in a tie, button down and black trousers, like he always was. It was Naoto.
Blinking you stood up clumsily. "Naoto?"
"My memories were over written, so I knew you had come back," he explained.
"Yeah, sure, but what the hell is happening?" Your fist clenched, nails digging into your palm. "Why is everyone dead?" You pressed. You had begun working with Naoto after Hinata's original death, when you had discovered your power of time traveling after dying to a division of Toman that had broken into your apartment and attacked you with a bat.
Meeting Naoto in the past, believing your life was just flashing before your eyes you admitted everything that would happen twelve years in the future. And with that knowledge he had managed to stop the Toman division from killing you again in exchange that you help save his sister.
Being an old friend of her's, a close one at that, made you a target in every timeline due to a plan still unknown to you. The first timeline where you managed to save Hinata and got to see her in the future, Takemitchi had reached out as well to speak with his ex-girlfriend. Ever since then Takemitchi has died alongside her in every future.
Naoto's gaze fell, his brow furrowed. "I'll explain inside." You hummed confused. He gestured to the apartment door. "Oh, yeah, you live here again. You probably have your keys on you."
Raising a brow you began checking your person until you struck up a silver ring of keys. "Oh." You unlocked the door, pushing it open. It smelt vaguely of cleaner and bleach. You two made your way inside.
..
Naoto explained everything. How all main Toman members: Draken, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu and Takemitchi have all been killed. Even Kisaki and Kazutora were found dead.
Your drummed your fingers on the wooden table in your room as you listened to Naoto. "But, how?" You interrupt him, not wanting to hear anymore. "I did what I was supposed to." Glaring at him you thought back to the your last travel to the past.
You were right, you did everything you had planned on doing. You avoided Taiju being killed thanks to Takemitchi and after the news of the Christmas showdown came out Mikey kicked Kisaki out of Toman. Though you weren't there to see it Chifuyu and Takemitchi, the only two who knew you could time travel, reported to you about the latest Toman meeting that resulted in Kisaki's dismissal. Mikey didn't allow you at that meeting, he claimed it was punishment for tampering in a fight and risking getting hurt. As if the ear full he gave you wasn't enough.
"What about Mikey?" You asked suddenly.
Naoto sighed. "We don't know." He dug around in his coat, pulling out a piece of paper. "Currently, the suspect for all the murders," he unfolds the paper. Mikey.. But his hair was longer and black. The photo had been taken at an angle that you could see a dragon tattoo, identical to Draken's, snaked across his neck. "Is Manjiro Sano."
Your nails scratched against the table as they found their place against your palm in a fist. "What the hell are you talking about? Why would Mikey do that?"
Naoto sat the paper on the table. "We don't know, but I want to hear Mikey's side of the story." He finally took a seat across from you. "I wouldn't be surprised if he went looking for you."
A bit taken back you raise a brow. "Why? I was never apart of Toman."
He rested his chin in his open palm. "Yeah, but you two had some kind of relationship right?"
Your face flushed. "Not like that." Before you could defend yourself further you caught glimpse of a photo on the table. You slid it off the wooden surface and examined it. It was the photo Takemitchi had made you, Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya and Hakkai take before you returned to the future. Everyone's laughter frozen as Takemitchi tried to get in frame before the timer ended. You couldn't help but notice how Mikey's eyes were focused on you.
Naoto stretched over the table to look at the photo in your hand. "Where'd you get that photo?"
You looked back up at him and shrugged, tracing your eyes back to the place you had found the photo. "Right here," an open envelope sat next to where the photo had been laying. "Oh, hey."
Naoto picks up the envelope before you could. Studying the paper and stamps he concludes,"This is from outside of Japan. The Philippines." He takes the letter out and unfolds it gently, reading it.
Pushing yourself up with your hands, you try to catch a glimpse of the letter. "What does it say? Who's it from?"
He turns the letter towards you, offering it to you. "No name."
There wasn't much written on the page.
"Meet me on January 20th, at that place I told you about."
Staring at the words you reread them over and over trying to figure out who could've sent the letter.
"Any idea who sent this to you?"
"No, I don't think so.." You turned back to the photo. Tracing over the face of all your friends that were now dead. Then you landed on Mikey.
..
"Just get on it, I swear you won't fall (Y/N)." Mikey laughed as he tried to get you to sit properly on the bike him and Draken had been working on. Draken had gone inside for a bottle of water, leaving you two alone.
With your legs spread around the bike you gripped Mikey's shoulders, refusing to sit down fully. "No- I don't know how to balance myself without sitting behind someone!"
Pulling your hands off of him, he placed them on the motorcycle's handles. He gripped your wrist firm enough to keep you in place but not enough to hurt you. He laughs again when you whine. "I won't let you fall, just sit."
Grumbling you fully sat down in the seat. He didn't let your wrists go. "What's this bike for anyways?" You ask.
"We're fixing it up for Takemitchy," he explained, his grip loosening.
"Really? You're giving him a bike? He'll crash it in seconds." Mikey rolled his eyes and smirked. "Where'd you even find parts for this?"
Mikey's smirk softened to a smile. His hands weren't even holding yours anymore, just softly resting on top your own on the handles. "My older brother found this engine and mine sometime when he traveled around for parts. He only had enough parts to reconstruct my bike, so this one's just been sitting around." He explained. "He found em in some old shitty town somewhere in the Philippines."
You had been so engrossed in the story at the time that you hadn't even noticed Mikey had kicked up the bike stand and you were balancing on your own.
..
Looking up at Naoto who seemed concerned at your spacing out, you turned the group photo towards him. Your finger over Mikey's face. "It's from Mikey."
..
Naoto arranged the trip to the Philippines, making sure you arrived with enough time to find the place Mikey had been talking about.
When the 20th of January arrived you and Naoto traveled to the old ruin. The old concrete building so turn apart you couldn't even tell what it was originally supposed to be.
You wiped sweat away from your brow caused by the beaming sun. Naoto turned to you. "It'll be easier if we split up." He spoke.
Shaking your head you glared at him. "Hell no, that's how people die," you argued.
He rolled his eyes. "We'll cover more ground that way." Slipping his coat off, he folded it in half then laid it over one shoulder. He waves you off. "Yell if something happens."
Grumbling, you watch as he walks off to the ruin. When he was out of sight you went inside yourself.
You could really tell how broken down the building was from the inside. Destroyed walls and caved ceilings. You took a set of stairs up a level. With Every step you kicked up dirt and dust. You waved a hand out in front of you to prevent any of the dibre from getting in your eyes when you noticed something on your thumb.
Stoping momentarily, you brought your hand up to your face. A long white line snaked up the bottom of your thumb. A scar. You don't remember having it before your last trip to the past, you must've gotten it sometime during the Christmas brawl.
The clutter of metal pulled you from your thoughts. Rounding a corner you arrived in a doorway. In the room, mountains of old junk and metal covered nearly the whole floor making it hard to maneuver through the scrap. Anywhere you placed a hand for support something would fall and scrap against something else.
You finally arrived at a clearing in the middle of all the junk. Quietly cursing as you tried to soothe any cuts and scratches you had just gained.
"(Y/N)."
Looking up to find where the voice came from, in front of you on top of a large pile of scraps and metal. A man stood amongst it. His hair was short and black, the under shaved. Black eyes stared into your own.
"Mikey?" You called up to the man as you took a step forward. It seemed stupid to ask, who else would be here?
He sat down on top the pile and crossed his legs over one another. Propping an elbow on his knee, he rested his chin in his hand before he spoke. "I hope you've been well."
"Yeah.. I have," you've met multiple people from the past in the present from different timelines. But meeting Mikey in the present just felt.. different. It made your face warm.
Mikey smiled. "You brought someone with you."
Nodding, you chuckled nervously. "Naoto, from back then. We've been working together for while now."
He hummed, never breaking eye contact. "He your boyfriend?"
You blinked and waved your arms in front of your face. "What? No, he's like a million years younger than me!"
Mikey laughed softly. "That right?" You nodded and crossed your arms, glaring up at him. "Well, I think you look good for a million." A soft gasp left your lips, the comment catching you off guard. Mikey stands. "Truth is, I asked you to come all the way here to ask you a favor." He stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"Couldn't have mentioned it in your letter?" You tease.
He shakes his head and smirks, ignoring your comment. "When I first got here, I immediately thought of my brother," he started. "Y'know I fought an awful lot of guys when I was younger, made a lot of friends too." His gaze slips to you for a moment before turning away. "Lots of laughs and tears. Then it occured to me that that's how Toman really got started. They're all really good memories."
Mikey turns away, his back facing you. Just like back then, you were always so interested when Mikey spoke. You don't know why, but you always just yearned for him to speak more. About anything.
"When me and you cut ties. Toman changed." He turned back towards you. Confused, you raised a brow at Mikey beckoning for him to continue. "(Y/N)."
He spoke your name softly.
"What was it that made you think I was going to accept your confession that day?"
Your mouth dried up and you sucked in a breath. You didn't know how to respond, these weren't events you were there for. But then again, you confessed to him?
Accepting you weren't going to respond he continued, looking off to the side. "I stopped talking to you and pushed you away. But I realised I couldn't keep it together on my own. Not even Takemitchy could keep me in line. I spun out of control and lost myself."
You shifted from one foot to the other nervously. "What do you mean? What happened?"
Mikey breathed deeply and his brow furrowed. "When Toman changed, I went looking for you. I had realised how much I messed up by cutting you off, but Kenny and Mitsuya stopped me. They didn't want me dragging you back into the mess I had just made of Toman, they protected you. They did the same thing when Takemitchy left the gang."
You take a step forward. "Takemitchy left?"
He nods. "Yeah. And those two did everything in their power to keep you guys away." Mikey frowns. "They really were great guys."
Fidgeting with your fingers you chuckle softly. "Yeah," you swallow and fight back the urge to ask the most obvious question. What happened to them?
"They were my best friends." Mikey pauses and looks at you. You take a step back as he breaths his next words. "But, I killed them both." The same feeling from Mitsuya's funeral bloomed through your chest. It burned all the way up to your throat and you coughed, choking on air. Mikey continued. "The problem was when Toman changed. All those guys, every last one of them. I killed them all."
He looked back at you. You caught your breath and glared at him. "I don't get it- why the fuck would you do that?!" You exclaimed, flaring your arms around.
"Tch." Mikey dug around in his pocket. "This is why I called you here, (Y/N)." Mikey threw whatever he pulled out of his pocket towards you. It cluttered at your feet. "I need you to end this. To end it all."
Your gaze fell to the floor beneath you. A gun laid at your feet. You covered your mouth with a hand, pulling at your lips as anxiety spread through your entire body, your whole body shaking with nerves.
"Pick up the gun, (Y/N)."
An unexpected sob breaks from your throat, your nose hot as you stared at the gun. Mikey made his way down towards you. You didn't lift your gaze until he was directly in front of you. It was all too much. The smell of dust, must, the gun at your feet it was all just too much.
"This is the place I want it to come to an end," Mikey smiled and stepped closer to you. "The end of my dream."
Your removed the hand from your mouth and gasped painfully. Gripping at your clothes you kicked the gun away and glared at Mikey, your vision clouded. "What- I'm not- I'm not going to kill you!" You struggled to get the words out. "Why did you kill all those people, Mikey!?" He returned your glare, glancing back behind you where the gun had been kicked off to. "Answer me!"
Mikey took a step back and tilted his head towards the caved in ceiling. Through the hole you could see a bird fly overhead. "Turns out, it's not easy to achieve a dream. I set out to make a whole new era for delinquents, Toman was supposed to be the vehicle to achieving that dream." He looked back at you. "But then the whole thing went to shit."
You swallowed and watched Mikey closely.
"The first time I killed someone," his eyes hooded and he smiled smugly. "I didn't even feel a thing. Then I realized something, pretty much any problem anyone has can be solved by just killing someone." He smiles, his teeth showing. They had yellowed over time. "So, now I just kill anyone standing in my way."
Without thinking you swung towards Mikey, your hand in a fist. Mikey catches your wrist, pulling you towards him. His grip was almost unbearably tight, you winced. "What the hell are you saying!? There's no way you actually mean all of that! I'll never believe you do!"
Mikey mutters something and gripped you harder.
"You're still the same guy from back then, the same guy who helped me balance on a motorcycle for the first time!" With your free hand you gripped his shirt.
"Stop it, (Y/N)."
You shook him slightly. "You're still the same guy I fell in love with 12 years ago-"
Gripping your wrist, Mikey swings you into a nearby pillar. Your grit your teeth as your back collides with the pillar. Mikey makes his way towards you. Grasping at your clothes he pulls you up and pushes you against the pillar, he pulls another gun from his pocket and places it against your cheek. Hard.
"What the hell are you trying to achieve here!?" He hisses. Reaching your arms out you hold onto his shoulders for support. Tears finally slipping down your face as you gasp for air. There's no way one of your ribs weren't broken. He presses the barrel of the gun harder against you, pushing your face into the stone pillar. You grip his shoulders harder.
Painful whines and whimpers fall from your lips. "Mikey.. It hurts.." His eyes widen but he doesn't change his position.
He stretches out a leg, the gun you kicked away had been around the place he had thrown you. He kicks the gun at you. "Pick it up." Your lips quiver and you managed the best shake of your head that you can. "(Y/N)."
He changes the position of the gun, moving it from your cheek to inbetween your eyes. "Either you kill me," he spoke. You took a hand off one of his shoulders to grip his wrist holding the gun. "Or I kill you."
You choke out your words offering Mikey a small smile. "I could never kill you, Mikey."
He glares at you pressing the gun harder against your head. "There's no going back to the past."
A gunshot rings out. Your eyes widen expecting it to be you, instead Mikey falls. Blood spattering on your face and his gun falling to the ground. You drop to your knees, holding your side, cradling a for sure broken rib. A voice calls out.
"Are you alright?!" Sucking in painful wheezes of breaths you find Naoto at your side with a gun drawn. To your other side Mikey laid in a puddle of blood, coughing.
You move as fast as you can to his side. Naoto's protests falling on deaf ears as you pull Mikey's head into your lap. You repeat his name desperately like prayer. His dark hair matted with blood from the wound on the side of his head and his pale skin stained.
He grunts and grasps your upper arm weakly. "Naoto Tachibana, is that you?" He coughs, blood trailing down his chin. "Thank you. For shooting, because (Y/N) wasn't gonna do it." He smiles softly and looks at you. "Finally, it's over. My life has been nothing but.. suffering."
A tear drips off your nose and onto Mikey's neck. "Shut up, I can fix this, Mikey." You search around for anything to help even though you knew there was nothing.
"I didn't want to reject you that day," tears flowed down Mikey's cheeks. "I just didn't want you to end up.. Like my brother or Baji." A sob breaks from your throat as you watch him.
"What could've I done to get you accept?" You choke. "See I can fix it- just tell me what I could of done differently!"
Mikey shakes his head as much as his body would allow. "It makes me happy to know you still like me." He grunts and twists in your lap. "(Y/N)." You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to push down the ugly sounds threatening to fall from your lips.
"If I could change anything. I would've let myself fall in love with you."
"Mikey, stop it."
The hand that was softly grasping at you falls limp as Mikey stills. The only thing moving being stray tears falling down his cheeks.
You grit your teeth.
"Mikey- Mikey, I said stop it!"
He doesn't respond.
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TR ; Yin and Yang : Part 2
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Warnings; Pronouns : she/her, Slight manga spoilers, TW : ¿slight? angst, Tense you/your
Part 1 •Part 3
Masterlist~
You never knew your biological father.
You think you werent suposed to ever find out anything about him.
You think they tried to shelter you.
Your mother and brother did.
To keep it from you like they did with so many other things. Shelter you from the outside world that the eyes and ears of a child are not ment to yet witness.
You heard your mothers husband, your brothers father, had an affair with another woman. That was how your younger non-blood related sister was born.
You wondered why that happened.
Why he had an affair with a woman other than your mother. Why he would do such a thing since mother really seemed to love him so much.
Than again you were never told how you were brought into the world either.
How you came to be.
It had to have happened before he cheated on mother considering you were older than his daughter, even if it was only by a couple months.
Although, even after considering your similarities to that sister you didnt think you were brought into the world quite like how she was.
You didnt think she was born out of love like how you thought shin and his younger brother were. But you also thought that the reason she was born wasnt the same as your reason for birth either.
Which begs the question once again.
Why were you born?
Why didnt she throw you away?
Your mother.
Why didnt she get rid of you?
Out of a sense of responsibility?
They were right.
You knew they were.
When they had said everyone would have been better off if you were never born.
And your mother and brother tried to keep that from you. To shelter you from the truth. But even if you hadnt found out that day, before you even knew the meaning behind those words you were hearing, you probably would have found out one way or another.
Your mother loved your brothers very much.
She even loved their sister who was not her own.
But did she love you?
Could she have?
I mean could she really have?
When you grew old enough to finally comprehend and understand you came to a conclusion.
You didnt think you could have if you were in her position.
So you always asked yourself those two reoccurring questions.
'Why was i born?'
And,
'Why didnt she get rid of me?'
I guess the time had just finally come.
At the worst time when you finally dared to have hope.
You were cast aside.
You were thrown away.
Like you were always ment to be.
You had fooled yourself too long on the delusion of hope. Hope for a better future, for a better life in this world.
Mabey it actually gave you a bit of relief like how it did when your mother died and you thought you no longer had to be kept on the edge of uncertainty, of unknowing. A scared child who finally didnt have to stay strong anymore.
Or so you thought.
You were taken away in that black car and away from any dream, any hope, of a regular life with a normal happy family you had at that time.
Now you had two new questions to answer.
What was your purpose in life?
And where would you go from here?
Unfortunately, though, you didnt know if it was unfortunate for yourself or everyone else, you could now only see one direction that would point you in the direction in which might answer those questions.
And that was down.
Down the wrong path.
The path of darkness.
The path of no return.
Or so they say.
Who's they?
You weren't really sure.
You didnt think anyone was really sure.
No one really knew.
But people fear the unknown.
They fear the darkness.
The embodiment, the physical apperance of the unknown in this world.
Not you though.
You would embrace it.
You had to.
Or it would consume you too.
Then mabey embracing it was like sentencing yourself.
But if that was the case than at least it was the first thing in your life that you had control over.
And you would do anything in your power to keep it that way.
To keep yourself from ever again feeling the powerlessness of those days in which you could do no more than watch as your life was debated right in front of you and you couldnt do or say a single thing to stop it.
When your life was thrown around in front of your eyes carlessly like you were a rag doll. A side character in a story getting in the way of the main characters happiness.
Like you were a doll who was only ment to sit still while her body was moved for her. Her arms and legs repositioned and her face painted on like a mask.
A mask to cover the fact that while she was beautiful on the outside, on the inside she was only hollow.
That she didnt have a soul.
So to keep yourself from ever being thrown away again you would put a lock and chain around your heart and build up the walls of the barrier that had long been forming behind your mask.
You would throw yourself down the path of darkness.
Of tranquillity.
Of refuge.
The only refuge left in this world for you.
You, who had finally been cast aside after being kept on the edge of your seat, on the edge of that pirate ship plank, would take the plunge into that icy water below, into that unknown.
So you would no longer have to seek out those things, for if you let the power to have those things rest in other peoples hands to hold over you it could strike a fatal blow.
A final blow.
One you could not return from and if that would be the case you would rather the finishing blow be by your own hand.
That even if it was in your last moments you would be the one to have control over your own life.
Of course this change didnt happen straight after you were taken away in that black car.
No, no. It didnt happen until two years later.
You had not been so weak willed that you could not retain sanity or understanding or compassion for the situation you and your older brother were in. You had done it many times before.
Fought down your own feelings to please others. Why talk when you could say something wrong? Why breath when you shouldnt be alive in the first place?
'A waste of space' they told you. Live like your dead so you dont bother those around you, thats the least you could do.
And so you would do that once again, although it didnt bother you as much when it was for your brother. Yes, your feelings were hurt but you could understand, couldnt you?
There were responsibilities, there were priorities. So you could push your own feelings aside to not be a bother or a hinderance of any sort. And if you werent a priority for your older brother than you couldnt do a thing about it. Of course this was all just your thought, the way your mind worked, the thoughts that were always flowing without end.
It was another thing in your life that you had no control over. But you tried your best to do so and so you pushed everything as deep in your heart as you could, put everything on the highest shelf so you wouldnt have to face it.
You chose to remain ignorant so that you could keep your older brother even for a little longer. Only, you didnt know how little time that would really be.
You think it actually all started, your decent into the unknown, when locks of your hair fell like those flower petels withering.
Those flower petels, the ones from the flower you layed at the side of your mothers picture.
They withered as time went on.
And so did you.
They say time heals all wounds.
The same 'they' that are afraid of what they dont understand and so in their hardest efforts not to face the truth they make the most practical understanding they can for themselves.
So they can stay ignorant in their own little bubble without having to face the outside world.
Mabey thats what you were doing too.
Creating your own little bubble.
Mabey you were just like them.
Or you would have been, if that bubble hadnt been popped.
Mabey you could also have been blissfully ignorant.
But that chance had long passed you by and the most ignorance you had instead were the four walls of the barriers around your heart that time had also built up. As well as the walls of the orphanage where you were forced to grow up.
The dull damp grey walls that looked like they would blow apart if there was a strong enough wind.
The walls of the orphanage, not the ones around your heart.
No, no, those ones had been built far sturdier, time had been kind to them and done them well, at least thats what you thought.
More hair fell.
Lock by lock you got rid of one of the cursed key features that made you be abandoned by your brother, to you, hacking off as much as your could without mangling your face.
Of course after your mother died and you were abandoned by your older brother there was no adult left to take care of you, shelter you, so naturally you would be staying right you always had been.
In that damned orpahnage.
Though now you thought that if you were going to say goodbye to that same brother, whatever feelings you now held, which even you couldnt quite discern, you should at least not look the same as when he had last seen you.
The last time you had seen him alive which was also the time he had abandoned you.
And mabey for that reason. Your damned appreance. Your damed hair which you hacked off in an effort to pretend like you were actually doing something useful to relieve your anger.
You thought back to that time. The time you last saw him.
No, not the time after your mothers funeral. Not the time you were taken away in that black car by another social worker and back to the orphanage instead of to a warm and happy house with your brother.
But two years after.
Just a little while before the accident that permanently ment you would never again get to see your older brother.
It happened on a day much like the day of your mothers funeral, another day in the pouring rain.
Only this time you had been the one who chose to walk away from shin instead of being taken away from him forcefully.
You heard that hair holds memories.
So that when a girl gets broken up with thats why the first thing they do is cut their hair.
To get rid of the memories, good or bad, to start anew.
To be reborn.
The same could be said here, only when you were done and the slight cuts on your fingers bled from where you were careless with your scissors, you seemed to have replaced one dead face with another.
A newer ghost of a person.
Now instead of the last one you had buried you looked like one whos blood had only recently been spilled. Whos body was basically still warm.
And whos funeral you had been preparing to somewhat attend.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, the way your hair now hacked off into shorter pieces fell around your face, shaping it, made you look strikingly and sickeningly like your older brother, Shinichiro.
The one who now lay in that casket instead of your mother.
Of course he had also looked like your mother.
You both shared much the same face as her, you had heard that his younger brother also had a strong resembalance to her.
You recalled how your mother and even shinichiro had loved your long hair. Your mother would often spend time brushing the soft locks as she sat in her hospital bed with you sat close in front of her body.
She would praised it by saying how beautiful you were and shinichiro would chime in saying you took after her as you would agree and giggle at the compliments you were given.
She would sit and brush it all the while you both talked together in the hospital. And then when ever you would leave and return to the orphanage you often felt a sensation, almost ghost like, of a hand, your mothers hand as she stroked the top of your head.
Then your mind would immediately switch to how shinichiros much bigger, stronger, hand would roughly pat the top of your head with his calloused fingers from working on the bikes in his mechanics shop daily.
Then the question of why you were at the orphanage at all would continuously pop into your head.
Why did shinichiro and his little brother get to live with their grandfather while you lived in this place. Even their little sister lived with them as well.
You had heard that she had previously lived with her mother and her mothers husband but shin had taken her in to live with him when she was three.
This you had not heard from shinichiro or your mother like the other bits and pieces you heard from them about your other siblings. This, you were told by someone diffrent but also in much the same situation as you.
You wondered why emmas mother was willing to let her live with shinichiros family when she already had a family and why didnt your mother, who knew you didnt have any other family, let you live with them as well.
Were you missing something? Were they keeping something from you like they always were? Trying to shield you again? Or was it all just a misunderstanding, a mistake?
Was it because they all shared the same dad while you had no blood relation to him. Their dad had been their grandfathers son so perhaps that was the case. You were only the child of his son's wife so could you really be allowed to be part of their family.
You stared at yourself in the mirror.
You saw your older brother staring back at you.
Your eyes had always looked rather lifeless, creepy even, you had been told by others, but now even more so.
No matter how hard you tried then you couldnt recall what it was like to cry.
Or when the last time you had cried was.
You hadnt shed a single one at even your own biological mothers funeral.
Your eyes remained bone dry, no tears would flow.
Not now, not then, not since a long time.
You had heard that shinichiros younger borther had the opposite problem.
And that he thought it must have stemmed from the conversations he had with his mother. The start of his dream to be strong, to protect.
The conversations about his father in which he recalled the only memory he had of the man before he died. That was of a little superhero action figure and what it ment to be strong.
'Mikey had always tried his hardest to be strong' - like those memories, you had been told.
He always tried his best not to cry. But you, you had the oppsite problem.
You couldnt cry anymore.
No matter how much you wanted to, no matter how much you tried to make the tears come out, your eyes remained dry.
And your heart remained void.
Another memory had started to resurface but you forcefully pushed it away when you heard a noise behind you.
When you turned that person seemed to have just seen your face properly. It was also their first time seeing you with your hair cut short.
You knew then, by the look on their face, that you werent the only one who thought you looked like your older brother.
Like Shinichiro.
"You're not going to the funeral...are you?" You asked in a monotone voice.
You caught the hint of a grimice when you looked him in the eyes, much like how shinichiro had done when you had started to look a bit too much like your mother after her passing.
You stared at the man who had returned back to the dazed look on his face seeming as of he were a million miles away. The man who chose to ignore you as you didnt get a responce to your question but you didnt need one, you knew the answer. You knew he would not be going.
You would once again have to walk up that aisle alone. There would be no hand to guide you this time. You knew shins death had hit the man hard, as it did you. You suposed you just were able to hide it better since hiding your emotuons was something that you had long grown accustomed to doing. You also knew that was most likely the reason he was not going to his funeral and also because of the last interaction this man had with your older brother.
One you had unfortunately been present for. One which unfortunately had also been your last interaction with shin.
At that time you had once again been made witness to the broken trust of another person. Witness to the lies and the heartbreak. To both sides of the story and the unfareness of the world.
Something you were too young to have already witnessed countless times before.
And when your that young and someone who has never yet learned how to rest and been witness to such betrayal, the lines get skewed.
Good and bad. Morals and empathy.
You learn from the wrong person, witness the wrong things and suddenly your walking a whole diffrent path wheather you mean to or not.
You had blocked that out as well, when your vision had been blurred, the lines turned askew. As many seemed to do as a coping mechanism.
Maybe it started at your first betrayal mabey at your last. Mabey it was when your mother died or the conversation you had had with her just before her health went downhill for the final time.
The conversation that would never leave your mind no matter how much you wanted it to.
The day when your mother had taken a turn for the worst in the hospital and you knew the end was near.
That day when the rest of your astranged family all gathered in the hospital as you peered at them from around the corner of one of the white hospital walls.
Those two siblings that you had never before met and their grandfather who knew of your existence and often sent you small presents on your birthday or get well wishes through shin whenever you fell ill but who you had never personally met either.
And shin stood in the middle of them all as you peered around the corner at him hoping he would spot you as you had come looking for him.
The news had just been shared. Your mother was dead and they were just about to go into the room to see her lifeless body laid out on the hospital bed where she spent the last years of her life.
You had yet to see her but you had been with her when she had taken a turn for the worst.
You were the one who alerted the nurses and made the call to your older brother about what had happened before the hospital could.
You had yet to see her lifeless body but you didnt want to, you couldnt, not when you had been the last one to see her alive.
You could hear the crying of a young girl from inside the room and you watched as a moment later a blond haired boy who looked much around your own age stormed out of it and veered towards the staircase before decending down them.
That must have been shins younger brother. The one who was so hung up on the idea of being strong. You wondered then what his idea of strength was. If he could cry without restraint in a house where he didnt have to be strong to survive. When he could rely on other people, the people around him, his loved ones and the ones who loved him back and if he couldnt than his only barrier was himself.
Like yours was, like your is.
Although you hadnt started to build barriers around your heart until a while later.
But you already know how that part of the story goes.
A minute later shin also came out of the room. His head turned in all directions around the hall. He was probably looking for his younger brother who had left the room a little while before him, you had thought at that time.
And mabey he was or mabey he was really looking for you. You didnt know and you didnt want to find out so that if the answer was one you didnt like you wouldnt have to bury your feelings once again like you always did for those around you. For the sake of happiness for everyone else even at the cost of your own.
"He went that way" you said as you pointed a small finger in the direction of the stairs in which Manjiro, Shins younger brother had decended.
Shin had stopped when you said that. You expected him to turn and go in the direction you had pointed to, to follow and console his brother but he only stared at you.
You had stayed in your position hiding behind the corner of the hospital wall when you had spoken, only showing half of your body. Shin started to slowly walk over to you and you backed behind the wall more. So that you would both not be seen together if anyone were to leave your mothers room and venture into the hall or if his brother were to walk back up the stairs that also led to it.
He turned the corner to follow you and now with you both behind the wall he was standing in front of you as you both stared at each other neither knowing what to say.
What could he say in this situation. He didnt know. He was the adult. Ten years older than you who was only two months older than Emma. Making you thirteen months younger than Mikey. You were still a child and you had just lost your mother.
The only parent you had and the only other person you had with you all your life other than him. What could he possibly say except...
"Im sorry" he murmured as his voice cracked holding back tears.
"I'm so, so sorry" he repeated as he knelt down on the hard white tiles of the hospital floor in front of you and wrapped his arms around your much smaller body.
You could do nothing more than stay still as he hugged you. It hit you then. Your mother was really dead this time. There was no going back from here.
You couldnt move. You couldnt cry. You couldnt think.
It was a rush of everything and nothing all at once.
So you just let him hold you.
You let yourself rely on him.
And that was the worst mistake you could have made.
But you couldnt stop yourself.
And in that moment you didnt want to stop yourself.
Right then all you wanted was to fall into his warm embrace.
You wanted to soke in your amazing older brothers light and reminisce in all the memories you had with your mother that you would never have again and that you could never make more of.
But that embrace he gave you spoke to you.
It told you kind words.
Words that said 'its going to be alright'.
And just for a little while...you would let yourself believe that.
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STRONG ENOUGH--Mikey Sano (WRITTEN BY 🕰️ ANON, NOT ME)
Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of guys ganging up on a woman, fighting, feelings of fear
Genre: Fluff
Post-Type: Oneshot
Word Count: 1.3k (almost 1.4k)
Summary: In which after training you to fight a little, Mikey walks you home, but you run into a little trouble after stopping somewhere quickly and waiting for Mikey to get back (it turns out to not be so troublesome though)
[A/N: This piece is written by one of my followers that she wanted me to post for her, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! This is written by my 🕰️anon! So again, I did NOT write this. ]
*****note N/N means nickname*****
“Make sure your foot is aimed a little higher. See, like this.”
You felt slightly anxious as Mikey kicked the air, his feet making a clean one-eighty degree. Did he think you could do that on your first day practicing with him?
Mikey turned to look at you and gestured for you to copy what he just did. You groaned internally, regretting the fact that you didn’t listen to Draken and Mitsuya’s warnings to not ask Mikey to teach you self-defense.
“Um…’Jiro?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe let’s leave the hard stuff for later, please?” you asked, practically pleading with him to understand that you might just break your hip if you tried to pull what he just did.
“But I could do this when I was in elementary school”, Mikey said, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
Of course he could! He’s the Invincible Mikey! You thought, cursing your luck.
Mikey wasn’t the best teacher when it came to fighting but he loved you and so, thankfully, he was as patient as he could be with you.
After a lot of practicing, you could finally do a decent kick (though it was nowhere near as good as Mikey’s, of course).
You spent the rest of the day talking with Mikey and Emma. Amidst the laughter and slight bickering between the siblings, you decided to head home as soon as you realized that it was getting dark. Mikey noticed you looking outside and decided that he should walk you home.
“Ah, (N/N), it’s getting dark. I can wa-"
“Manjiro!! It’s getting dark! Can’t you walk your girlfriend home?!” Emma yelled at her brother who was looking flabbergasted at the fact that he lost the opportunity to be a good boyfriend. You laughed at their antics and just shrugged.
“It’s alright. I can go home on my own- “
“Ah, great, now you’ve upset her '', Emma said, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at Mikey disapprovingly.
Mikey just deadpanned at his sister before getting up and grabbing his jacket. “Come one, (N/N). Let’s get you home.”
You nodded before thanking Emma for her hospitality. Emma just smiled as she thought to herself how wonderful it would be to have someone as kind and sweet as you in the family.
Both of you turned around quickly to see Mikey starting his motorcycle. Upon seeing the both of you staring at him, he thought he needed to clarify what he was doing.
“Oh. I am dropping her off on the bike- “
“Like heck you are!”
You wouldn’t have minded it one bit but Emma didn’t like the fact that neither of you would be riding with helmets.
“AH! You are turning into Ken-chin…”, Mikey said, causing Emma to blush as he mentioned Draken. You smiled knowingly at her which caused her to turn even more red.
“Oh, fine! I’m going inside!”
The both of you watched as Emma went back inside the very beautiful house that the Sanos lived in. Mikey sighed and scratched the back of his head as he hopped off the bike. “The last thing I need is more nagging once I come back… you don’t mind walking, (N/N)?”
“Nope!”, you said. You walked towards where Mikey was standing and took his hand in yours, causing his face to flush pink. Chuckling slightly at how adorable he looked, you both began walking back to your home.
Winter was soon coming and the air had a chill to it. You felt a sneeze come along and you tried your best to stifle it. Mikey saw you desperately trying not to look like you were cold and tried not to laugh at your actions. He was still in his Toman uniform after a meeting and remembering something Chifuyu taught him, he took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders.
He smiled in relief as he saw you fit your arms into the sleeves. You sighed as you felt the warmth now surrounding you. Though you were thankful, Mikey didn’t have another jacket and his shirt was just a thin cotton one.
“Wait, ‘Jiro, aren’t you cold?”
Yes, yes he was, Desperately. He hoped you wouldn’t want to keep the jacket once you reached home.
“No”, he said, moments before he let out a big sneeze. You started laughing before starting to remove the jacket. But Mikey stopped you as he rubbed his nose.
“Keep it on. Ken-chin’s place is nearby. I’ll borrow a jacket from him.”
As you tried to imagine Mikey wearing Draken’s jacket, you felt Mikey take your hand in his again, making you feel happy. Mikey, noticing your smile, felt even happier.
Soon, the both of you reached the brothel where Draken lived. You didn’t feel like going up there, so you chose to stay down while Mikey went up to see Draken.
The minutes seemed to be passing by peacefully as you watched the slow moving traffic in front of you. But it was only a moment before some guy and his friends started to hit on you.
“Oh, come on, darling. Just come with us, we’ll be nice”, one of them yelled, as the others chortled in response. You hated feeling this uncomfortable. As you thought of what you could do, you remembered what Mikey taught you.
“You’ll feel scared when you think you aren’t strong enough to beat them. You don’t have to be physically stronger than them though- just make sure to show them who’s boss.”
“So, what do you say, doll?” sneered the one who was speaking earlier.
“No”, you said firmly.
“No?”, the guy repeated in disbelief, “I don’t think so, missy.”
You panicked as you realized he was coming towards you. He grabbed your arm quickly and you tensed up not knowing what to do. Everything you learnt was disappearing from your head-
“Remember to position your foot correctly. Then you can land the strongest kick.”
There were no thoughts put into your actions as your instincts took over. Quickly raising your foot as high as you could, you land a hard kick right at his groin.
The man let go of you and whimpered as he fell to the ground, his arms clutching where you had just kicked him with full force.
“H-Hey…dude. Isn’t that a Toman uniform she’s wearing? Is she…is she from Toman!?”, someone from their group screamed and suddenly all the men who had gathered there ran away (one of them dragged away the guy who was on the floor).
Your breaths were labored as you watched them scurry away from you. Your face felt warm and your body was still shivering from the sudden movement and from how scary the situation was.
You almost cried in relief when Mikey came out wearing a jacket that looked five sizes too big for him.
“Manjiro!”
His eyes widened at your disheveled state. “(Y/N)?”
He quickly walked up to where you were standing and wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t know what had happened after he had left but he knew he needed to be there for you right now.
“I was so scared, ‘Jiro… “
“(N/N)...what happened?”
You told him everything that had happened and you saw his face turn angry for a second before he started laughing when you told him about how you kicked the guy right where the sun doesn’t shine.
“And then they all ran away after seeing the jacket cause they thought I was in Toman!”
Mikey was chuckling even as placed a small kiss on your head. “I am sorry you had to go through that, love. But didn’t I tell you? You are strong enough to deal with anything.”
You smiled at his words. Manjiro Sano believed in you. And slowly, you started to believe in yourself as well.
“And what on earth are you wearing?”
“Um, Ken-chin’s jacket?”
“You look like a toddler who went shopping in the adults section.”
And that was why you had to deal with a pouty Mikey all the way to your house.
You also shouldn’t have been surprised to see the same people who had tried to hit on you yesterday beaten up until they were black and blue. How Mikey knew it was them, we don’t know. He just does. He’s Manjiro Sano after all.
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Posted: 1/10/2023
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The Unpleasant surprise
Fandom: Tokyo revengers
Pairing: Manjiro sano x reader, Draken x sister!reader
Summary: Micky and Ken found you at the school gate after getting a call from you
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Micky couldn't breathe, time itself stops as you lay motionless on the hospital bed. Bandages covering most of your face, making it bearly recognizable. The only sound being heard is the beeping of the machines. Draken's voice was miles away as Micky thought of your state when you were found. Blood dripping down your head as more flowed down your arm. Labored breaths blocked by the blood from your mouth.
Ding Dong.....
The schoolbell rang as students swarm out of the classrooms. High-schoolers hurried out of the school with excited chatting and whispers of the plans afterwards.
"Come on y/n-chan, let's go." your friend called for you at the doorway as you packed your bag. "I'm coming, wait up!"
The two of you walked out of the school together and parted ways as you walked passed a dark allyway. The area of your school is in Toman territory so it is normally safe for you to walk alone. You skipped down the sidewalk to meet your brother, Draken, to go home together after he finish doing who knows what.
Suddenly, a few high-schoolers in bosozoku jackets walked out of the shadow. The leader called out to you as his sidekicks snickers. It's uncommon for you to get attention in the area knowing that Micky, the leader of Toman, is your boyfriend. However, since only the direct members and close friends of Micky knows about you, it is not surprising to find that the random gang members has the gut the mess with you.
The leader of the group was wearing Toman uniform, while the others weren't. They seemed to be the group controlling this street, as they asked the you for money in passage. After sternly refusing them, one of them kicked a garbage can at you.
The leader wearing Toman uniform grabbed your collar and threw you to the wall. He threw a punch at you but you blocked it with ease. Since you grew up with Draken, you learned a thing or two in defending yourself.
A few moments later
An unsteady figure lumped out of the allyway, blood leaking into their eyes blocking their view. Slowly, y/n sat down against a wall and took out their phone.
Pressing in the numbers, they said in a easy tone the moment Draken picked up.
"Hey Ken, can you pick me up at the school gate. I'm kinda sleepy." Y/n ended the call before Draken could reply, and thought to themselves to take a nap before Draken arrived.
"Micky, give me my phone." Draken said annouyed while taking his phone back. Not noticing the stain in your voice. Micky decided to surprise you, not knowing that he is in for a surprise himself.
" Ken-chin, Let’s go pick up y/n- chan." Micky said with a cheerful smile.
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Crush | Part Four
Summery: Mikey shows up in hopes to save Y/n, but little does he know, what awaits him when he arrives.
Paring(s): Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Reader
Warning(s): Kidnapping, Guns, Attempted Murder, Violence, Angst(with happy ending)
Smiley and Angry rarely ever were afraid. Fear didn’t come easily to them, it would take a lot to get under their skin. Both of them were strong in more than one way. And as a captain and vice captain, they had to keep up the strong willed appearances to their division and fellow Toman members. However…
In this moment. They were never more scared in their lives.
Their sister had been kidnapped, possibly harmed, and god knows what you were going through right now…
It made them sick to even think about it. So, they focused on the rage they felt towards the fuckers who hurt you. Took you away. And when they get there, they would be all but merciful.
“Takemitchy! How much further?” Smiley asked over the loud engines. “Not much more. We’ll be there soon.” Takemichi answers. “How did you find out about all of this?” Asked Angry.
“I overheard Mikey’s conversation with the guy who kidnapped Y/n.” Takemichi lied. He did know about the phone call, but only after he had traveled back to the past for what felt like the hundredth time. But the twins didn’t have to know that. “I wanted to stop him, but I knew that would be useless. I could tell he was ready to put his life on the line to save Y/n.”
That was also true. Only, in the future, it didn’t exactly play out that way. In the future, Y/n had died saving Mikey. She had been shot, taking the bullet that was meant for Mikey. It resulted in Mikey falling deeper into darkness, and ultimately, resulted in Toman’s downfall.
The twins fell silent. They always had a hunch, that you and Mikey might have felt more than the platonic feelings for each other. They were hesitant, of course. Afraid of their sister getting hurt somehow, or her heart broken. While they respected Mikey, they were still hesitant to let him get that close to their sister. It didn’t even involve him personally. That hesitance goes for anyone.
But if Mikey was willing to do this. Go alone, to save their sister, knowing he could be killed…
Maybe they didn’t need to hesitate anymore.
“There!” Takemichi said, looking ahead at the ever approaching warehouse. They pulled up at the front and looked in shock at what they saw. Bodies. Multiple unconscious bodies, scattered about the ground. This was Mikey’s doing, no doubt. Takemichi hopped off the back of Chifuyu’s bike. “I hope we’re not too late. Come on.” The twins and Chifuyu nods and hurried ahead.
All of them stopped in their tracks, when they heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being fired.
Mikey had arrived at the warehouse, and he was immediately greeted by at least twenty men. All ready to fight, some ready with bare fist, some with metal poles and knives. Mikey got off his bike and slowly approached.
“Get out of my way.” He says lowly. Much to Mikey’s annoyance, the dumb son of bitches didn’t listen. Which was fine. He’d just make them move.
Every person who dared to stop Mikey, was met with a swift knockout. Not one could land a single hit on him, and before anyone knew it. Mikey had made it to the warehouse doors.
He quickly opened the doors, and was met with a earth shattering ‘bang!’ .
And that’s when he felt it, the sting and the warmth of blood pouring down his skin.
“You’re an idiot if you think Mikey is coming alone.” You tell Isamu. “If no one else, then my brothers will be with him. They’re protective, sometimes annoyingly so.” Isamu shrugs. “If he wants you to see another day, he’ll be alone. But if what you’re saying is true, then I’ll just kill whoever he brought with him too. Then…” Isamu looked down at you, and tapped the gun against your cheek. You flinched as the coldness of the pistol made contact with your skin.
“I’ll kill you too.”
You glared up at him, more upset with the thought of Mikey and your brothers being harmed, than the threat of you being murdered.
Suddenly, the sound of an engine filled your ears. Isamu smirks and stands up from beside you. He cocks the gun. “And here he is.”
You began to panic. Desperately trying to figure out a way to either stop Isamu, or warn Mikey at least. Isamu walked ahead of you slightly and aimed the gun up at the front doors. “Come on, Mikey.” You took the chance to move your body to an upright position, while Isamu was distracted.
Every slight move you made, sent a fresh wave of nausea through you. You tried to focus on standing, trying to drown out the lightness in your head. You managed to stand up. Just as you did, the warehouse doors began to open.
Now!
You raise your leg and kick hard into Isamu’s back, just as he pulled the trigger, throwing his aim off. The sound of the gun going off made your heart sink into your stomach.
Dizziness took over, and you were sent to the ground. The world spun and shifted in your vision. However, you were able to make out something through your slowly blurring vision.
Mikey.
He was standing in the entrance, still alive. By an insane stroke of luck, the bullet that had been fired at him, had grazed his right cheek. It had missed.
“You bitch!” Isamu yelled, turning towards you. This time, he aimed the gun at you. Before he could pull the trigger once again, Mikey rushed towards him. He jumped up and brought his foot down hard onto his head, effectively knocking him out cold.
“Mikey!”
Another voice filled the empty warehouse. You could recognized it as Takemichi’s voice. You then heard multiple footsteps approaching quickly. “Y/n, are you ok?” Your brother Smiley’s voice. Then, you felt someone tugging at your hands. “Shit, this is on her tight.” Chifuyu’s voice.
Your eyelids threatened to close, exhaustion finally setting in. Though, the sound of repetitive impact kept you conscious. Was Mikey still fighting Isamu? But, Mikey knocked him out…didn’t he?
“Mikey! You got to stop!” Takemichi yells desperately.
“He…He’s gonna kill him.” Angry muttered.
You opened your eyes, your gaze falling onto Mikey’s back. The source of the harsh impact had been coming from him. He was on top of Isamu, delivering blow after blow to his face. Blood covered Mikey’s fist, and speckled his face.
Your stomach twisted at the sight. He really would end up killing Imasu if he didn’t stop. “Mikey…” Your voice cracked, so quiet you could barely hear it. You suddenly felt your hands being freed from the tape. As soon as you were sure it was gone, you used what little strength you had left to push yourself off the ground and hurried to Mikey.
“Y/n, wait!”
When you reached Mikey, you wrapped your arms around him and tried pulling him off of Isamu. However, you were far too weak right now to do much of anything. “Mikey!” You cry, still hearing the impact of his fist colliding with Isamu’s face. “Mikey enough!”
Mikey didn’t stop, he barely registered your voice. “Mikey, you’re gonna kill him! What will everyone else think of you do that!? What kind of leader would you be!?” Mikey seemed to have paused at that, but his fist was still at the ready to punch again. “If you kill him…Toman will never look at you the same way again. I won’t either.”
“What kind of example would you be setting for everyone? Toman doesn’t resort to murder to beat their opponents or solve their problems. It’s not right, and you know it. If it were how you lead, how you persuade Toman to be. It wouldn’t be the Toman I respect, and you wouldn’t be the leader I admire. So please…Stop this.”
It seemed you were finally able to reach Mikey, as his body became less tense, and his fist lowered. As he turned to face you, your body gave out, and you slumped over. “Y/n?” Mikey caught you before you could hit to ground. When you didn’t respond, he became panicked. “Y/n!?” He shook your body slightly, still nothing.
All you could hear was muffled frantic voices before giving into exhaustion, then everything went dark.
Mikey couldn’t look the twins in the eyes, not after what happened to their sister. You had been kidnapped and badly hurt because of him.
“Hey Mikey.”
But that didn’t stop them from talking to him.
“You have any idea why that guy kidnapped Y/n?” Asked Smiley. Mikey was silent for a good while before finally speaking. Though, he kept his gaze on the ground.
“He wanted to lure me out, and kill me. He had a gun pointed at me as soon as I walked in. And he used Y/n as bait.”
“Bastard.” Smiley spat. “It’s my own fault.” Mikey mutters. “This happened because of me. She was better off not being around me.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” Angry said. “I’ve never seen Y/n as happy as she has been with you. You mean a lot to her. And after tonight, I can tell she means a lot to you too.”
“We shouldn’t be around each other like we have been. People might think we hate each other or something if we stop seeing each other.” Mikey mutters. “It’s for her own good.”
Smiley sighed and crossed his arms as he leaned against a near by wall.
“I could tell, as soon as she saw you at that first meeting we took her to.” He said. “She met everyone else, she thought they were all cool and respected them. But you…I could see it in her eyes. Her admiration for you was undeniable. She looks at you like you’re her hero. So before you start jumping to conclusions like that, maybe consider how she would feel if you suddenly stopped talking to her.”
A doctor walks out of the room you were currently in. He approached the twins, telling them they were allowed to see you now. Before they went, Smiley spoke to Mikey one more time.
“Take good care of her Mikey, treat her right. She means a lot to us too.”
With that, the two walked inside.
The sound of beeping stirred you from your slumber, bright light causing you to flinch and narrow your eyes. You turn your head to see a heart monitor, and an iv bag. So, you were in a hospital. You turned your head the other to see your brothers, sleeping in the chairs sat on the other side of the room.
You tried to sit up straight, groaning as you did so. That seemed to have caught your brothers attention. They snapped out of sleep and rushed to your side. “Y/n! How are you feeling?” Asked Angry “Exhausted.” You muttered. “What happened?”
“You were beat up pretty bad. Not to mention that asshole drugged you.” Answered Smiley. Oh, that’s right.
Wait. Then what about…
“Where’s Mikey?” You ask quickly. “Out in the hall.” Said Smiley. “He hasn’t left since you were brought here.”
“Can I see him?” You asked. Your brothers nod and briefly leave the room. After a few minutes, they came back, with Mikey.
“Mikey…” Your voice came out in a relived sigh. “Thank goodness you’re alri-”
Mikey wasted no time getting to your side. As he reached the bed, he hugged you close to him, hiding his face in your shoulder. You didn’t hesitate to hug him back with your good arm. You felt Mikey’s shoulders shake slightly, his grip on you tightened. “I-I thought…I thought you…” His voice was just as shaky. You glance down at him for a moment before looking at your brothers. They both gave you a knowing look before quietly leaving the room.
“It’s alright Mikey. I’m right here. I’m ok.” You said softly. “But what about you? Are you ok?” Mikey nods slowly, afraid that if he started talking, he’d loose what little control of emotions he had. Another sigh left you. “Good. Here.” You scoot to the side, making room for Mikey. He climbed onto the spot next to you, and held you close again.
“That guy…Isamu. Is he still alive?” You ask. Mikey nods. Another good thing. He deserved his lights being punched out, but not to be killed. Mikey was above resulting that kind of violence. He used his fist like a real fighter would. Maybe this time, a little too much.
But at least he didn’t stoop that low. And that’s what matters.
“I’ve never seen you so mad before…I don’t think I’ve seen you mad ever actually.” You mutter. Mikey was quiet for a moment. You felt him shift slightly, moving his head back to look at you. “What do you expect? Some guy takes you away and hurts you, of course I’m gonna be mad. But…”
Mikey’s eyes avoided your own as he spoke. “I really did want to kill that guy for a moment.”
There was something about the way he sounded admitting that, caused a slight twinge of fear to pierce your heart. His voice left no room for consideration. He meant what he said. And that scared you.
“There’s something…wrong with me Y/n. I can’t fully understand it, and the best way I know how to describe it to you is, impulses. They’re so strong and…violent. I can’t ignore them when it happens. And before I know what’s going on, there’s someone’s blood on my hands. Whether that blood belongs to my friends or not.”
Was it fear you were feeling right now, having heard all of this? Or was it something else? You weren’t afraid of Mikey, even hearing this, you don’t think you could say you fear him. Was it pity? Concern?
You guessed, what really scared you, was the fact that he was capable of doing such a thing. Anyone is capable of killing someone else. Mikey was no different. But you hated the thought of someone like Mikey murdering someone.
“So…It’s happened before?” You asked. “Back then, when you were fighting Isamu…you’ve done that before?”
Mikey nods. “As of recent, those impulses haven’t popped up. I have…good people in my life to help with that. Whether they know it or not, they keep me from doing things I don’t want to do. That I shouldn’t want to do…” Finally he looks at you. “This may be selfish of me to say. But, you’re one of those people.”
“I am?”
“Yeah. But, I don’t want you to feel like you have to be my personal therapist or something. I just, care about you a lot. So, I figured you should know…”
Your hand found it’s way to Mikey’s, you gave it a gentle squeeze. “I care about you a lot too Mikey. And you’re right, I don’t think I can help you on a professional level. But…” A soft smile formed on your face. “I’m willing to help you as best as I can because I…” Your heart was in your throat, the words you wanted to say seemed impossible to get out. But…Mikey was just so honest with you right now. So honest, and vulnerable with you.
You didn’t want to keep secrets from him, even this kind of secret.
“Because I love you.”
There it was.
“I love you way too much to let you deal with that burden on your own. I want to be there when you feel like the world is against you. Like when it seems everyone’s out to get you. I’ll be there at your lowest and I won’t leave you alone no matter what.”
There. Even if Mikey didn’t feel the same, you meant every word. You’d be there for him, even if just as a friend.
Suddenly, tears began to fill Mikey’s eyes, and rolled down his cheeks.
“Mikey? Are you ok? I’m sorry, did I say something to upset y-” Mikey cut you off by bringing you in a tight hug. “Do you really mean that?” He asks shakily. You nod your head. “Every word.”
Mikey then pulled back, only the lean forwards to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Heat rushed to your face. “M-Mikey!?”
“Sorry. I’ve never kissed anyone before so that probably sucked.”
You blinked once, then twice before it all set in. A bright warm smile graced your features, and before you knew what you were doing, you pulled Mikey in and kissed him softly.
Mikey, as awkward as his effort was, melted into the kiss. After a few seconds, you both pulled apart.
“Does this mean you love me too?” You say with a giggle. “Thought that was obvious.” Mikey says, hugging you again. You laughed gently and snuggled in closer to him.
“Good.”
“I can’t believe you never learned how to tie a tie.” You sigh as you fix Mikey’s messily made tie. “Seriously. Your sister is getting married today, you’d think you’d practice beforehand.”
“When would I ever be wearing a tie aside from this though?” Mikey mutters. You give him a look. “You should still know. You’re a grown man for crying out loud.” You finished tying his tie and take a step back. “There.” You took a moment to take in Mikey. He wore a gorgeous suit, made by Mitsuya personally.
“There’s my handsome man.” Mikey looked away from you, a light blush on his cheeks. “Shut up.” You laugh and take his hand. “Come on, the others are waiting.” You lead Mikey out of the bedroom. Mikey looked down at you, the blush still on his cheeks.
“Y-You look pretty.”
You look up at Mikey. “Thirteen years of us being together, and you still act all shy when complimenting me?” You tease. “I’m trying to be a gentleman!” Mikey frowns. “Well thank you.” You say, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
You both make it to the wedding hall along with everyone else. Emma looked breath taking as she made her way down the isle to meet her husband at the altar. You felt so happy for your best friend. After all this time, she and Draken had finally tied the knot. It was almost tiring seeing neither of them make a move, back when you all were teenagers.
Though he would never admit it, Draken knowing that Mikey of all people got into a relationship before him was little unheard of. He respected Mikey, and loved him like a brother. But Mikey was not the type to get into a relationship. Or at least, that’s what everyone thought at the time.
So when he was told that you and Mikey were together, he figured it was time he hurry up and confess to Emma already. And he was glad he did. Cause look at him now.
Almost in tears at the sight of his soon-to-be wife.
You held Mikey’s hand and rest your head on his shoulder. Mikey smiled softly, glancing down at you.
When he found out Draken had proposed to his sister, it got him thinking.
And thinking got him planning.
And planning lead him to taking action.
Though. He thought it would be rude to propose to you on his sister’s big day.
He’d wait until tomorrow.
Mikey squeezed your hand gently. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough…
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