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#yandere manjiro sano
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Y/N: Mikey, we need to talk.
Mikey: 🙂?
Y/N: I think this relationship is-
Mikey: If you leave me, I'll kill myself 🙂
Y/N:...🤐
Mikey: *cuddles Y/N* I love us ❤️🥰
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macsimagines · 3 months
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Izana, Kisaki + Mikey finding their girlfriend sleeping in one of their shirts, like willingly? 🧡
TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR, NEGLECT, MENTION OF KIDNAPPING
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Yandere!Izana Kurokawa
It started off with him kind of... not letting you leave his place. You came over for a late night booty call, and instead of demanding you get out of his face he wouldn't let you go that night.
Come the next morning and you wake up before him and you decide to dip before he can wake up and tell you to fuck off. Izana has never been overtly affectionate with you and you don't want to push him too far afterall.
But then you get a call later that day and he sounds...off.
"Hello-," "Just where the fuck are you, Y/N?" "O-oh? I woke up and left?" You tell him and you're so caught off guard by the slight annoyance in his voice what could you have done wrong?
"Why?"
And that throws you completely off. "Wasn't I supposed to?"
He doesn't answer. Just hangs up and you're left wondering what the hell happened, but you just shrug it off as maybe him not liking that one of his possessions left without permission...
The next time you two hookup, its the same thing. He's not trying to let you leave, and so you sleep over naked and just plan on wearing the same clothes you came in tomorrow. Except...
"I want you here when I get back, Y/N." He tells you before he leaves the next morning. And for whatever reason that look in his eyes means not to test him so you just sit around and wait for him all day.
But your clothes are kind of uncomfortable and its getting so laaaate. Izana wouldn't mind you borrowing one of his shirts right?
He really doesn't come back until 1am, and he's very happy you listened like a good girl, and even happier to see you dressed in one of his shirts while you sleep.
Izana thinks that he probably won't have to get your clothes from your old place. You could just use his. Ya. That'll be fine. Its his gift to you, for finally moving in with him where you belong.
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Yandere!Kisaki Tetta
You're a true fucking brat. No really, you've somehow become the single biggest pain in the ass he's ever had to deal with. You throw out everything he buys you, you scream and demand your freedom at every turn, you're constantly trying to escape him...
But he loves you, really and truly adores you, and you're not going anywhere now that he's got you locked in his penthouse. He won't make the same mistake, he's going to keep this one alive. You'll just have to learn to love him.
Oh but your latest tantrum has him rethinking it all. You set fire to the apartment, burning all the clothes he bought you in the bathtub and almost getting the cops called.
But he was smart, smoothed over the situation and had you sedated before you could throw an even bigger fit. Honestly, some small part of him doesn't think you're worth the trouble but he comes home the next day and those thoughts are all dashed.
You're laying in one of his silk shirts, bundled into the sheets so sweetly he thinks he can feel his heart actually ache at the sight of you.
You're so precious, and perfect to him. "That was expensive," he'll try to say dismissively, he doesn't want you to think he's forgiven you for your little fit just yet, "I burned all the other ugly stuff you got me. At least your clothes are comfortable." "..."
He won't say anything after that, but he does make a mental note that perhaps the Gucci and the Balenciaga are probably not to your tastes. He should just get you things in the same style as him. Couples matching outfits could be nice.
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Yandere!Manjiro Sano
Douchebag does not let you wear clothes he does not approve of. You belong to him and every aspect of your life belongs to him too, even what you wear.
And sometimes it's fine. Sometimes he's not around and you don't have to wear the skimpy dresses and designer shoes that hurt, sometimes you get to be comfortable and just chill out in your pajamas.
But you got too comfortable. He'd been gone for weeks again, because Micky comes and goes as he pleases, so you thought your usual fits would be fine.
Then he returns and for some reason he's pissed. It could be because the cops are on his ass, something didn't go his way or maybe his underlings were pissing him off, but for whatever reason for his rage he's decided he's going to take it out on you.
"What, Y/N? All the money I spend on nice clothes not good enough? You don't like the pretty thing I buy you?" "M-Mikey please-," "Too fuckin' good for the shit I give you?"
You're stripped bare and naked. For days. If you won't wear what he so graciously and lovingly gives you then you don't get to wear anything. And you're just shivering cold for a week straight trying to curl in yourself for any kind of warmth and comfort.
But after seven days of this hell you can't take it anymore. He doesn't even let you have sheets or blankets in your room anymore how the hell are you supposed to survive.
Thankfully, you find one of his discarded sweaters near the bed you two share and through it on without a second thought. You're nauseated because it still smells like him, but you can't bring yourself to take it off and be cold again.
You just snuggle into the fabric and finally find enough warmth and comfort to sleep that night. When Mikey comes home and sees you he realizes he's no longer angry. In fact, he's more than pleased.
"You just wanted to wear my clothes this whole time? That's fine. We'll share a wardrobe."
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kissesforsatoru · 8 months
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Hi! Can I ask for some headcanons of Mikey and Izana taking an interest in the sibling of one of their gang members? After all it's a peak sibling behaviour to be given away to their brother's crazy boss like some sacrificial lamb.
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MIKEY, IZANA x READER (separate)
₊˚⌗ mikey and izana taking an interest in one of their gang member’s sibling.
⤷ cw : general yandere themes, potential kidnapping??? implied forced relationships (i kept it vague, so it’s up to personal preference, really)
notes : i said i would start getting requests and i know, i know, it’s been a few days since then, but look! i got this done for you guys :) it is definitely not my best work though, so keep that in mind
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mikey : your older brother so happened to piss mikey off, you heard vaguely something about giving up critical intel to a rivaling gang without even realizing he was doing it, your idiot brother. since it wasn't intentional, mikey decided to take care of it himself by coming to your house to try and settle a deal with your brother.
you heard the commotion and listened through the door their conversation, and just when it was getting a little bit interesting, a little bit heated too, you pressed to hard against the door not knowing it wasn't closed all the way causing you to fall right into the floor in front of mikey and your brother.
"oh? who's this, huh?" mikey asks in a low tone, one bordering on amused as he looks away from you and at your brother, smirking. you only stare dumbfounded, still stiff on the floor from such an embarrassing give away to your eves dropping while your brothers eyes widen as he looks between you and mikey nervously.
"mikey, they don't have anything to do with this. they were just listening in cause they don't know how to mind their fucking business, alright? this is between you and me," your brother chokes out, sounding desperate. you scoff offendedly at the jab out you being nosey; who the hell wouldn't be nosy when their brother got his ass into some trouble with a gang leader?
your annoyance with your brother dissipates when mikey bends down in front of you, his hand coming to grab at your chin, moving your face from side to side as he looks at you.
"you're pretty, aren't you?" he whispers more to himself than anyone else in the room, but you still heard him, and you gulp in anticipation, lips parting afterwards to breath in more air because you feel suffocated under his gaze.
"you know, i can forget all about your little mess up if you let me have your sibling..." mikey suggests, an almost threatening tone laced within his words. you inhale sharply as your stomach whirls and your heartbeat races. your brother gives you a sympathetic look, and you know then that there's no way getting out of this.
izana : it was chance that he met you, the younger sibling to one of his lower ranked gang members. you weren't supposed to be at the docks, but you followed your brother one night who had foolishly led you straight into the prying, lustful eyes of other gang members of whom you had the misfortune to catch the eye of. the commotion caught izana's attention, and from that moment you'd trapped yourself in a corner to be stalked and analyzed by a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.
you really were like a deer in headlights that night, stumbling shyly into the center of the docks for all to see. your brother stood staring wide eyed at you, hissing about why the fuck you were there and how you should be asleep at home, but izana was quick to shush him.
"why the hell are you getting mad when you were the insolent fuck who got followed, huh?" he grits, glaring at your brother, daring him to say another word. when your brother bites his tongue and looks away shamefully, izana turns to you with a softer expression on his face.
"it's dangerous for you to be around here at night, you know? do you even know what kind of place you walked yourself into?" he asks, a lilt of amusement in his voice as he watches you curl into yourself, your hands grasping at the hem of your shirt tightly.
"i just-" you start, a nervous wobble in your voice as you realize the kind of situation you've found yourself in, "my brother- i just wanted to know what my brother was up to. i didn't know it would be, uh, this..." you trail off, taking a small step back when izana starts to approach.
"yeah? well, you're awful dumb, huh? now look at you, you're practically shaking like a fucking leaf," he huffs a laugh, "don't worry, pretty angel, not a damn person here will hurt you. i'll make fucking sure of that," he whispers the last part to you as he stops right in front of you, staring at you with his wide, intense eyes.
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lacedupforyou · 11 months
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yandere mikey (tr)? 🤭🫶
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|𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 |𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 |
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He's a child, Mentally. When he first saw you walking with Takemichi to bring Hina a gift. He walked up normally with Draken " Oi, Takemichi! Ha? Who's this?". You introduced yourself and Mikey offered you a ride home on his bike. He wasn't taking "No" for an answer. You agreed after 4 try's of him asking. He drove recklessly so you would hold on tighter . He dropped you off at your place and waved you off. The smell of you stayed on his coat. He had a huge grin on his face as Draken sighed.
The next day was a lovely Saturday. You had planned to go to the shrine and get a new charm. You had recently lost your "Safety" charm..Wonder why. But as you walked to the shrine you saw a shit ton of bikes. You waved it off as they must be at the place near by. As you walked up the long steps of the shrine you heard shouting. It spooked you but you were curious as hell now. You slowly kept walking up and peered behind the steps. "Toman" That's Mikey's gang..Mikey must be here. You saw his eyes scan over and it was almost like his eyes met yours. His eyes fixed on yours and he ended the meeting you started to rush down the stairs to not get caught eavesdropping. You heard footsteps rush quick as lightning behind you and the shouting of men. Mikey ran like some kind of animal and lunged. He crashed into you and you rolled down the steps of the shrine.
"Ow..Ow..Ow!! That hurt! What was that for!!"
"Y/n Chin! Were you spying? Are you with the black dragons..? If you are I'll show you no mercy!"
He was hopefully joking as he sat on top of you. His captains running down to the bottom step and surrounded you and him. You heard questions being asked and Takemichi's blank face. Mikey grinned, Hoisted you up over his shoulder and waved his captains off stunned. Are you his..Lover? He drove to a cafe and sat down with you.
" You know Mikey..People might get the wrong Idea."
"So? Let them." He said sounding almost bored.
"But I uh- Well you're a gang leader..I could get hurt-"
"I'll protect you."
"But I just think-" He shoved some tasty kind of bread thing in your open mouth and grinned widely. You told him your story and how you met takemichi. When you talked about the moments you had close with him he seemed to almost glare. But you continued on with your story. He told you about toman. His fights, His losses, His Victories. You felt sorry for him. He explained the black dragons to you and how they had met with hakai and takemichi. You felt almost frightened by it. Would they come for you? He drove you somewhere else this time when you expected him to take you home.
"This isn't my home mikey.."
"I don't have enough gas to take you home, It's a long walk. Just spend the night" He replied He totally had plenty of fuel he just needed an excuse and a small lie
"If you say so...I guess it's safer from enemies.." You sighed.
You slept over. Spending time talking, meeting Emma, and playing games. When you both started to feel a bit drowsy You slept on your bed spread. Mikey waited, Until your chest had done some steady rhythms. He crawled on top of you invading your space. Giving your cheek a small peck with his lips.
When you had awoken you were ready to head home, Since it would be a long walk. Mikey had still been sleeping but when you saw him sleeping on top of you you claimed it must have been sleep walking. You gathered your things in a small bag of yours and said you goodbye's to Emma. You had walked about 2 miles when you noticed a group walking behind you. You thought nothing of it but they kept doing it. Following your paterns and if you crossed a street. As you took a detour one of the people shot in front and you were cornered.
"That's the girl hats been following Mikey..Shit. He'll pay for what that bastard did..Now hold still pretty thing..Damn I see why Mikey has his eyes on you." One of them uttered
"Wow- Hey Wait-" You stuttered out. They were closing in you. You needed to do something and fast. Then, It all turned into shades. Everything was blurry. Mixes on colors of darkness and light. Then you saw the men beaten beyond recovery when you came to your senses. All you could see was mikey, The calm funny childish mikey with his fists bloodied. The rage on his face terrifying. You fainted from shock and fear, your brain overstimulated. He caught you quickly in his arms and smiled a sick twisted grin.
"It's a good thing I had followed you..Let me take you back home silly girl..Heh..~"
| Whew! 4 works out today! :') Hope people like them!"
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ghoularaki · 1 year
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Hello! Can I ask for yandere scenario with Mikey in which he and the darling made a childhood promise that they would get together/get married if neither of them end up finding a partner till they reached a certain age? To poor darling unfortunately never really had any luck with boys for some "unexplained" reasons and well the time is finally up and it came time for Mikey to collect his prize.
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tw yandere mikey, bonten arc, noncon, mikey typical violence, possessiveness, forced marriage, marriage imagery/kink, dollification, hint of strength kink, unprotected sex, kidnapping
requests are CLOSED
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It all started in elementary. An innocent era where time wasn’t much of a concept you could wrap your little brain around. Anticipating the relief of summer, not knowing how much you would regret wishing the months away. 
On a sweet spring day is when you met Mikey. A period before he went by said name, before gangs and despair. It was just you and him under the flourish trees, colors swirling in the world. 
“Manjiro,” he introduced with an outstretched hand and a tooth filled grin. 
You responded with your name with a shy demeanor, not used to such brightness. Clasping his hand to yours—so chubby and small—time before his hand could engulf yours. 
You two were instantly attached to the hip. If you were present, so was Mikey. Adults tried their best to separate you two in fear of stunted social growth, but anytime someone would detach your hands, tears spilled from Mikey’s eyes. You never saw a boy cry so much.
Though one day he stopped crying, stopped smiling so fully. It was that day, flowers waft in the air, he made such a silly promise. The exact age is fuzzy when he asked the damning question, but the words stay imprinted in your mind. “Hey y/n-chan, if we aren’t married by the age of 27, let's just marry each other.” The words were saccharine.
You had giggled at the question. At the time, neither of you understood the weight of marriage. And so, of course you agreed. 
“Pinky promise?” He raised his hand, pinky extended.
“Pinky promise.” You twirled your finger with his. Bound together. 
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It all started in middle school. No blaring red signs wacked you in the face as you were always on the more reserved side. Boys never really did approach you especially when Mikey gained a name for himself. Though this never did bother you, at first. You were content with following him around like a lost puppy. This is when you met his less than savory friends. They weren’t mean, but you never really cared for swollen fists and bloody smiles. 
You knew it was best to avoid gang business for your sake and Mikey’s. He despised when you got involved. If anything you learned the hard way. It was when Takemichi (or Takemitchy as Mikey not so cleverly named him) arrived. He always loved to give those he adored nicknames, you were not an exception. His doll, he called you. The name made you huff, you were anything but. 
“That’s why you’re my doll. I don’t mind if you are roughed up, I will always fix you back up again.”
The words made your face so hot you could cook on it. 
He wasn’t wrong though. One too many incidents was the reason, you were forbidden to join any Toman meetings anymore. 
Calling upon his loyal followers, he stood above everyone else as he usually did. You sat at the top stair of the shrine, Draken standing right next to you. It was when Valhalla had not wavered and fallen. Kisaki was still at large.
It wasn’t much, but you so happened to get in the crossfire of Baji betraying Toman. An elbow to the face was all it took for Mikey to see red. He was silent. A deadly silence likened to a still sea right before whirling, twisting waves. 
He could have killed the man if it wasn’t for your laugh. Fuck, did it hurt and sometimes you could feel the phantom pain, but god was it fun. The adrenaline was addicting. You simply shot the blood from your nostrils and smiled crimson. Mikey was reminded of the time you ate cherries together, the red meat stuck between your teeth. You never looked so beautiful.
Since then, Mikey never let you go to another meeting. Instead he and Draken would walk you home before treading back. You kicked up a fuss at first, but with a glare from Mikey quickly shut you up. 
What Mikey wants, Mikey gets.
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It truly started in high school. The death of Kisaki never sat right with Mikey. It haunted him. He wasn’t the same man he was from before. He was more subdued, angrier. Though you clenched your teeth in what could be mistaken for a smile.
You two started to drift. Mikey was falling and trying as you may to catch him, he twisted his body out of your arms. 
The skin that attached you two to the hip had rotted and collapsed. You became quite lonely for a short period, but that was quickly fixed. Without the intimidating presence of a whole gang backing you up, you were a whole lot easier to talk to. For once, a boy showed interest in you. Genuine, true romantic interest. Not the brotherly love Toman offered. 
In the down time before class started, you had been staring out the window watching the leaves decay into bright oranges and yellows. A knock on your desk startled you out from your daydreaming. Stood before you was a boy, a grade above you, the same grade as Mikey. He was tall with inky black hair and a puppy-like charm to him. He honestly reminded you of a German Shepherd. A blush adorned his cheeks as he asked you for your email. 
Just as shy, you offered your phone to him. Charms clicked together as you had plenty hanging off the flip phone, mainly of Kuromi and MyMelody. With a promise to shoot you a message, he sauntered back to class, obviously giddy. You felt the same. “OMG was the Y/n-chan asked out?” A classmate asked.
She was right across from you, watching the whole thing. You two weren’t particularly close, but you enjoyed her company.
You hid your face in your hands at the banter. She started to poke your arm as she giggled and you kicked your feet in excitement. 
Turning to her, you also giggled, “damn right I did.”
Others in the classroom observed the display you two created, also surprised at the boldness of their upperclassman. 
Though word spread fast. In the end, you received no reply. You tried not to be disappointed, but it was the first time a boy showed interest in you and he didn’t even have the decency to message you back. 
About a week later you saw him roaming the halls. He strangely seemed more subdued, no longer so puppyish. When he locked eyes with you, the boy scurried away. You were stunned, perplexed. 
All you could do was stand there, the gaggle of students brushed up against your still body. Leaning against a window of a classroom a few feet away, Mikey watched with blank eyes. Shivering at the innate reaction of being stared at, you caught Mikey’s gaze but he offers no acknowledgement of your locked eyes. He simply slunk back into the classroom.
Never in your life have you felt fear for Mikey. Sure, cautious as sometimes it felt like he was one inconvenience away from breaking something, but never fear. A girl at your age was scared of a cracked phone screen, asshole boys, missing an assignment, what to do with your life after high school, not your life. Mikey would never hurt you, right? As the days dwindled, you were less secure in the possibility he would prove you right. 
Taking a hint was never your forte. Forgoing whatever the blonde tried to communicate to you with silence, you chased after your upperclassman. The final bell had rung and you were quick to stuff your books in your bag as quickly as possible. You didn’t know much about him besides his name was Yokio and he was in the same class as Mikey. Racing to the upper level, you just hoped Mikey or Draken or really anyone from Toman wasn’t there as well. 
Luck had been on your side. In the classroom alone was Yokio, gathering his own supplies slowly. He looked up at the sound of rapid footsteps. His puppy dog eyes wide in what could have been terror. Snapping back to his bag, he fastened his pace.
“Yokio, why didn’t you message me back?” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you wanted answers.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were taken?” Was what he snapped back.
You scoffed out a laugh, “Taken? Who told you that bullshit?”
When he looked back at you, there was ire in his eyes and now you gawked closer there was a cut on his lip and he favored his left leg. Coming for answers, only left you with more questions. 
“Don’t act stupid, L/n, we both know you aren’t.” 
Your face twitched, perplexed. He slung his bag over his back and limped past you, subtly pushing you out of the way. 
“Go ask your fucking gangster boyfriend,” he seethed in your ear. 
You glanced up at him to which he ignored and made his way down the hall. Watching his form shrink, your knuckles almost bursted through your skin with how hard you were clenching your fist. It didn’t take a lot to piece together what was happening. How stupid were you for it to take this long to click. 
Stomping down the same path Yokio went down, you now had a different target. And you were pissed. 
It wasn’t a shock to see Mikey still on school grounds in the same lot that he met Takemichi surrounded by other Toman members. Today it was him, Draken, Mitsuya and Takemichi. Not caring about the audience you stomped right up to Mikey and pushed him so hard, he stumbled. 
“What the fuck!” You screeched.
All the boys’ eyes widen, never once have you lost your cool. Not like this. And more surprisingly, you were able to make the Invincible Mikey topple over. There is something to be said about a scorned woman. 
It had been ages since you talked to your old friends and you had thought you left off on good terms. Apparently not if Mikey is spreading a rumor you two were dating. 
You shoved again—this time Mikey didn’t move an inch, “who the fuck do you think you are?”
He was quick to grab your wrists, swallowing your delicate bones. You tried your best to squirm away but it was futile. 
“How about let’s talk about this civilly,” Draken butted in. For a violent man, he sure did hate inner conflict. 
“Yeah let’s talk civilly about the fact he’s spreading rumors that me and him are dating,” you seethed towards Draken but kept your sharpened gaze on Mikey. 
“You guys aren’t?” Takemichi squawked. Mitsuya elbowed him, muttering that he wasn’t helping. 
Mikey kept your gaze and said plainly, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
You scoffed, attitude dripped from your posture. He still had his hands on you and you finally ripped yourself from him. Biting your inner cheek, the taste of blood grounded you. You weren’t being crazy about this and you weren’t going to let Mikey dismantle you like this. 
“Then why did Yokio said to me, verbatim, ‘go ask your fucking gangster boyfriend?”
“Oh you’re on a first name basis now?” He was avoiding the question. 
Mikey slipped his hands in the pockets of his baggy pants. His posture screamed aloof. Though the way his jaw ticked showed he was growing irritated. Whatever friendship that was left was burnt out like a used match, never to relight. 
And you told him just that. 
The air shifted to something colder, sinister. He straightened his back to stand taller. For his short stature he made you feel puny. 
“Care to repeat that.” He was about to march to you, but Draken gripped his upper arm. The taller man shook his head to his leader, his bestest friend. 
“Alright let’s just leave this for today. We can talk about this more when we all cooled off, got it?” Ever the middle man Draken was, but you didn’t care.
“Sure,” you said and turned around. They all watched you walk away. Mikey knew he fucked up but at this point he didn’t care. You didn’t mean what you said, you were just angry.
You didn’t show up to school that day or the next or the day after that. You had transferred to a school in Osaka. 
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The world had not been kind to Mikey. Maybe it was an act of karma or maybe he was simply cursed. The day you left was the final fracture in his glass heart. It all fell down after that. He pushed away his friends, lied through his teeth that he needed space. From his hands he built an empire of the most feared gang in all of Japan. Toman was nothing more than a childish dream.
The world was at his disposal and he thirsted for power. Yet, at the top, it was lonely. Some days he missed you, his friends and other days he resented both. How dare you leave him. He spent years trying to find you, but disappeared into thin air. You didn’t even have any social media from what he could find. It left him bitter but a smirk still crept up. Smart girl. 
Mikey was sure whatever luck he had, had run out years ago until Sanzu barged into his office. He nearly shot him for coming in so unmannerly, but kept the gun down.
“I found her!” His voice was boisterous, elated.
Sanzu honestly couldn’t give two shits about you, but whatever made Mikey happy he felt tenfold. 
“Where is she?”
“She’s back in Tokyo apparently to visit a dead relative,” Sanzu responded.
He waltzed further into his office and leaned up against the desk. Spying down at Mikey from underneath his nose, he watched the boss stare off with no indicator what he was thinking. Honestly, it was always hard to figure out what Mikey contemplated. Whatever you thought he was going to do, he did the opposite. 
“Prepare the room.”
Sanzu grinned so hard that his scars creaked. It was about to get fun around here again. 
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Coming back to Tokyo was one of the dumbest ideas you have ever had and you were aware of that. You were precautious. Every step to instill your safety, you implemented it. You never used social media, you limited your internet access, kept inside, made sure not to stick to a schedule and stay the fuck out of Tokyo. Despite this, life happens. 
You knew your grandmother was growing old and it came to no surprise she passed away. If it was anyone else you would have lied to your family that you were too busy to come back home, but the thought of your grandmother’s grave barren left you weak enough to buy a bus ticket. 
It was true you were so busy you couldn’t even attend the actual funeral, only able to visit where she was put to rest a day later. You were sure your uncle would still be there as he was her caretaker. The thought of being exposed, out in the open with another person gave you comfort. Though very little as your uncle didn’t even own a knife. If someone came you were both screwed. 
You tried your best to toss the idea away. It had been years since you seen him and you were sure he had long since forgotten you by now. But, that small part of your brain itched and dug in that he doesn’t simply forget his possessions. 
No matter what, this was going to be an in and out operation. You will leave some of her favorite snacks, wish her goodbye and take the next train far, far from here. Maybe you could convince the rest of your family still in Tokyo to come to the countryside with you. The air was always better in Murakami. 
A polite voice on the intercom told you that your stop was coming up. The bus came to a slow stop as it sank to let the people on and off. Lifting yourself off from the uncomfortable seat, you picked up your small bag. Thanking the bus driver, you jumped off to be greeted to the cool, night air. You made your way to the graveyard, it was about a 10 minute walk from the bus stop. If you calculated it right, you had less than 20 minutes to visit her and catch the next bus. You honestly wished it was a shorter time period as being outside for that long of a period left you anxious. 
Clutching your bag, you walked briskly to the site. Maybe you could find a populated shop to reside in until the bus came. The more people, the better. The streets were sparse but enough that made you feel at least some at ease. Keeping your hood up and head down, you had headphones but nothing was playing. Again, you were doing everything to ensure nothing bad will happen. 
In no time, you were at the gravesite. There was no one here. A chill rushed down your back. Fuck taking your time, at this point you will overhand throw the snacks at her grave and high tail out of there. Seething, you abandoned the idea, knowing she would have beat you to kingdom come in the afterlife for doing that. 
“In and out, in and out,” you mumbled to yourself as you nimbly strutted. 
Pulling out packaged strawberry mochi and taiyaki from the pocket of your oversized hoodie, you were careful to place it down near the other snacks surrounding her grave. At least she wasn’t hungry. Slapping your hands together, you whispered, “I’m sorry this will be the last time you will see me. Maybe in a next life we will see each other again.” 
“Awww, how sentimental, Y/n-chan,” a sickly sweet voice chewed out. 
Snapping your head up, you see the second to last person you wanted to see. There in an obnoxious pinstriped suit and hair the same color of your grandmother’s gifted mochi was Sanzu, in all his unsettling glory. 
In your paranoia, you had kept tabs of Toman that then turned into Bonten. Even going as far to sneak onto less than savory websites to keep tabs on the gangsters. There wasn’t much, but you knew enough to fear the man before you. Back in the day, Sanzu was a fly on the wall, he was kind of just… there. 
But here, he was a neon sign of danger. You were in Tokyo for less than two hours and he was able to pinpoint your exact location. Curling your lip up, how naive you were to think what was in the past stayed there. 
Sticking your hands back in your pockets, you thumbed the knife stashed away. Your form pivoted towards Sanzu, staring him dead on. You weren’t going to be intimidated by this pastel troll. 
Eyeing the gun he grasped in his hand, Sanzu was flippant with how he scratched his head with it. 
“You don’t know how happy I am for your stupidity,” he mocked you.
You swiftly ignored the taunt and glanced at somewhere to run. There was a path a little further away that would lead you away from the bus stop but would bring you back to population, hopefully. Just as you were about to jump over the graves, Sanzu shot the ground where you would have landed. A scream bellowed.
You flicked your bouncing eyes to him. He must have been fucking insane to shoot out in the open like that. Sure the gravesite was empty but there were people nearby. Clinging onto the hope someone heard and would be nosey, you shook as Sanzu’s expression dropped. 
“I know I just called you stupid, but let’s not be hasty,” he raised his gun to you, “come with me with no complaints or I will bury a bullet in your fucking thigh. You’re lucky Boss wants you alive.” 
“Eat shit!” you frothed and made a run for it.
Having the advantage of his lanky form, Sanzu was quick to grab your hair before you could even move an inch. Hissing, you grappled onto his hand only for him to shove you away. You collapsed on the ground and grabbed the knife from your pocket. Flicking it open you were about to dig the blade into his calf when he pistol whipped you so hard your head bounced off the concrete. Blood poured from your head down into your bleary eyes, darkness crept in. 
“He never said, you can’t be hurt though. Dumb bitch.”
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Whimpering, you winced at the light that pours and invades your eyelids. Flinching from the sudden light, you squinted as you looked at the window disturbing your sleep. It ebbed in slowly before it came rushing in. Everything fucking hurt, especially your head. You attempted to bring a hand up to touch the offending part only to be met with resistance. No, not resistance, you couldn’t move at all. 
Panic started to set in as you attempted to swivel your head to see where you were. The only thing you could move were your eyes and the slightest twitch of your fingers. Tears bubbled out as you sobbed in complete and utter terror.
A pathetic “help” lept from your throat but you might as well whispered it. Looking around with minimal movement you had, you saw you were in a pristine white, canopy bed. It was similar to the one you had in your childhood, the same one you shared with your favorite doll. The canopy was lacey along with the rest of the bedding, at least it was soft from what you could tell. 
Whoever tucked you in, had to courtesy to leave you in somewhat warm clothes. Glancing down at your body, you were clad in the same material as the bed. It was a sweet ivory, similar to a very short wedding dress. It looked and felt expensive. 
Just as you caught your bearings, the door was swung open. Whatever calmness you attempted to instill ranaway as the last person you wanted to stood in the door. With all your might, you willed your legs to work. All you could do was wiggle your toes. If Sanzu sent a shiver down your spine, you might as well abandon your whole nervous system as Mikey only stared at you. 
Your chest hitched, terrified of what was going to become of you. The man said nothing as he slunk further into the room. He looked completely different from the last time you saw him. His skin lost whatever tanned hue he had in his youth, his hair just as pale. His eyes were darker somehow and bags heavy underneath them. He also looked skinnier but you didn’t let that fool you. Even if he was skin and bone, Mikey could take out a hundred men. 
He planted himself next to you. Sitting on the edge, he leaned over to stroke your frozen cheek. His palm quickly became wet. 
“Oh my dear,” his voice was sweet, but his grip turned hard, “how stupid do you think I am?”
Your lips puckered out as he didn’t stop squeezing you until your jaw creaked. “Stop,” you breathed out. 
If Mikey wasn’t so close he wouldn’t have heard you. He leaned over you until you were nose to nose. “You think you are in the position to make commands?”
Locking eyes with you, he continued, “Do you know how long I have waited to see you again? You won’t run away again and I will make sure of it. I am bound to you and you to me. I mean we promised that didn’t we?”
Your brows furrowed before it hit you. That fucking childhood promise. He was still hung up on that?
“You… you’re insane,” you tried to put malice in your voice but it was so hard to move anything. 
“In sickness and in health,” he replied with no mirth. 
Pulling away, he climbed further onto the bed. Spreading your legs, he sat himself in between them. Truly panicking now, you tried to rip your ankles from his grasp but alas your muscles didn’t even twitch. 
“Please,” you begged, “don’t do this to us.”
Mikey laughed but it was hollow, “so there is an us now? I thought you were done with me since high school.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We can be friends again, just don’t do this!” Working the words around your mouth was difficult and the headache was getting worse. 
“I think we have passed the point of being friends. I have waited my whole life for this and I’m here to collect my prize.”
Your eyes widened at the realization of the date. It was April twenty-eighth, two weeks since Mikey’s twenty-seventh birthday. You were doomed. 
Mikey ignored your internal crisis. His deft hands trailed down the outline of your curves until he met the hem of your dress. Slowly he lifted up the little gown until it was under your breasts. All you could do was whimper as you watched him take and take. 
He curled down to place a kiss on your tummy that was a phantom sensation. “My pretty doll,” he whispered into your skin. 
Fingers crawled back down until they met your just as white panties. He propped himself back up and used both hands to delicately tear the fabric away. A stuttering breath echoed in the room as he stared at your exposed pussy.
“My pretty, pretty doll,” he repeated. 
Subtly you tested again how much you could move, as he took his time to undress you like a present, the more sensation you gained in your limbs. Not enough to run away, but enough to retaliate. Knowing it was futile, you refused to give in so easily. 
Just as he was about to lean back down to plant feathery kisses on your pussy, you reared back your leg and kicked him in the face with all your might. 
It wasn’t enough to break his nose, but enough for blood to pool from it. Mikey lifted himself back up and locked eyes with you. As the blood dripped down to his lips, he licked it away and quirked an eyebrow up at you. An ‘what was that supposed to do?’ was written all over his face without even anything being said.
“You never knew when to give up, did you?”
With that, he pulled your hips up further onto his lap and bent your legs to your chest. Whatever gentleness he had was gone. His fingers ran up and down your exposed slit. You squirmed but he clenched down on your thighs until your circulation was cut off. Seeing you were done moving, he used one hand to hold you down and the other to pull down his pants and underwear. 
It was hard to see his cock from this angle and you were honestly scared to see what was about to force its way into you. Mikey crowded you so all you could see and smell was him. 
“I was going to work you through this but you just had to be a brat. It's okay, we have all our lives for me to show how much I love you.”
He tapped his cockhead against your hole, a silent warning. Fuck it stung as he bullied his way into your cunny. Tears bubbled up again as he carved his way inside you. For such a short man, his cock was long and thick. 
It could have been hours or minutes until his hips met yours. You never felt so full in your life. Clawing at the sheets, you felt yourself start to relax. Mikey seeing you were finally calm enough, he gave little thrusts. You moaned at the feeling. 
Taking the hint, he started to cant his hips. He slowly pulled himself out until it was just his tip and then slamming back in. A scream was punched out of you. Mikey laughed at the chain reaction. Putting more of his weight on you, his hand left one of your thighs to cradle your neck. It wasn’t enough to cut off your breathing but enough to keep you still. 
Mikey kept this rhythm of fucking into you like you were nothing more than cocksleeve. Keeping you close he rambled, “my doll, my possession, my thing, mine.” He seethed out the last word. 
The constant budging against your womb wiped your mind blank. At this point you just wanted to cum even if it was at the hands of him. Sensing you were both close, Mikey let go of your thigh to rub your clit. You moaned out at finally being stimulated. 
Mikey groaned out as you clenched down on him. “Fuck,” he moaned as he was coming up there with you.
After a few more pumps, he came right into you. Being filled with his cum spiraled your own release, shaking and whimpering. A few more spurts came out as you clenched down one last time. Mikey collapsed right on you, not removing himself from you. 
“You’re finally mine,” he breathed out relieved. Still coming down from the high, you spat, “I will never be yours.” 
Mikey slithered his hand across the mattress to come caress your right hand to his. Metal clinked against metal. Turning your head, you saw a ring on both your hands.
“My stupid doll, my naive wife.” 
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Hello dear. Can I request some bonten yandere where reader tries to flee and is successful but they find her a few months/years again? (And maybe reader was pregnant when she ran away and now they have a kis too?)
Anyways please don't forget to stay hydrated <3
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧
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╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝙷𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝙰 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚣 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜
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Me: I feel like I'm forgetting something.
"If you forgot about it, it probably wasn't important"
Me: Yeah you're right.
Mocchi and Takeomi: 😶
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-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
First of all how the fuck did you escape this man and his 152 invisible bodyguards where they all, including Mikey who's his own breed of helicopter, keep constant watch on you???
Smart girl- Not to mention how you didn't want to raise your child in that environment.
At first Mikey would think you're kidnapped by his enemies and held for ransom, and send his men on a wild goose chase to find you but after a week without any contact from said kidnappers the boy fell into a very heavy depression state.
The executives experienced hell for months with trying to make sure Mikey didn't end up killing himself because he lost you.
"What's the fucking point, she's gone- she's DEAD!"
Fast forward to one or two years and Sanzu, for once, didn't give a fuck about slamming the doors open as he entered Mikey's room, he just had to announce that a few of their man caught sight of you, his king will finally try to live again.
Mikey has never dropped everything so fast, preparing everything to go pick you up.
His emotions running high and mixed with his dark impulses Mikey didn't know if he should hug you when he sees you first or pull the trigger and kill you.
Let's say your house became a mess when he arrived and saw you trying to hide.
"Quit hiding [Y/N]... FUCKING COME OUT!... Dear, if you fucking listen to me right now maybe I won't chop off your legs and chain you in one place like a disobedient dog."
In the end what alerted Mikey was the cries of a child- a child???
When you came out of your hiding spot to see the mess around you started crying too, protectively holding onto your baby and pleading, Mikey's insane eyes glued to the child as he approached.
"... What is this."
Mikey ignored your cries and pleas as he ripped the baby away from you.
Man placed a whole loaded gun on the 1 year old's chest. And he was sure he'd kill you right after, did you have an affair? No, he couldn't let you go off that easy-
Only thing that stopped him from pulling the trigger was the sudden notice of the black eyes staring at him, albeit they were crying but they were just like his.
Mikey took a moment to process the child, had you been pregnant when you left?
He let the gun drop to the floor before properly hugging the crying one year old, impulses dying down as he looked at your quivering body on the floor.
Mikey would kneel down right in front of you and show you a sick twisted smile.
"Angel~ did you really run away because you thought I wouldn't accept you? You were scared I wouldn't love our child? How silly~"
Mikey would laugh, free hand reaching to grab your neck and pull you closer to a kiss.
He'll let go and give you such a sweet smile despite how both you and your child are crying your eyes out.
"Let's never make that mistake again hmm?~ Let's go back home. Now. Ahh you have so much to tell me about our baby~"
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-> 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮
Now Sanzu might be a mess, but he for sure wouldn't lose sight of you- including with the help of the tracking devices he placed on you.
Then suddenly one day you disappeared, not leaving any traces behind.
It hit him way harder than it should've.
Always near the bring of overdosing.
Not to mention the many, MANY nights he always cried himself to sleep because he missed you -will never admit it though-
Unlike Mikey, Sanzu would never accept that you're dead, he'd search for you non-stop.
Retracing every step and working all alone on it.
"Where is she...? Where the fuck are you, you stupid bitch... When I find out I'll make a mess out of you, [Y/N]."
And he did, being in a business trip out of the country, having a smoke late at night and frantically tapping away at his phone, hoping the cameras caught sight of you.
Yet he stopped when a woman carefully pushing a stroller walked past him. Then he heard her voice and Sanzu had half a mind to go there and grab you to make sure.
And he did. Sanzu, gun in hand and flicking the cig off, grabbed you by your hair and yanked you to see your face, you could only tremble in shock and fear at the crazed grin on his face after he realized who you were.
Unlucky to you Bonten had the whole area deserted for business yet you just stumbled into the trap.
"Oh fuck- hey there sweetheart~ lovely night we're having huh? Almost LIKE I WASN'T FUCKING SEARCHING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE FOR NEARLY A YEAR LIKE A PATHETIC FOOL!"
Sanzu would've yelled more at you, threatening you with the gun as well, if he didn't hear the cries of the two month old baby in the stroller.
Your blood ran cold and Sanzu's was boiling with anger. Swiftly moving to take a better look of the child while still tugging at your hair. Making sure you didn't make a run for it.
Did you escape to have a bastard with someone else?
"Hey doll face, who the fuck is this loud little shit?"
Sanzu ignored your words and please as he leaned closer to glare at the child, only to have identical teary blue eyes stare back at him when the baby girl opened her eyes.
Sanzu stared back in shock before looking back at you, almost as if to confirm.
Against your better judgement you just nodded, muttering that she was his, hoping Sanzu didn't end up shooting her.
"I see I see~... I was going to drug your ass and make sure you couldn't probably function as a human being without me but honestly~"
He'd grin and playfully point the gun at your child.
"I want 5 more of these little mutts, don't worry, if you behave I behave, it's only fair~... But if you ever pull some bullshit like these again I'm shooting all of them dead."
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-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
With all of Ran's rules, it seems almost impossible to escape, but you managed to do so.
And here he thoughts you finally got used to everything, that he broke you down and build you up as he wanted.
Nobody has ever seen the relaxed Ran so out of his composure before, not even his brother, trying to find a single person and failing to do so miserably.
At some point Ran might convince himself you're dead to save his sanity -lmao what sanity-, his ego as well because you managed to escape his clutches and left him completely broken and empty.
But Ran will never find it in himself to move on no matter what he does.
"[Y/N]... If you're alive, I'm sure we'll cross paths once again... And when we do you better have a good fucking explanation."
And of course you do.
When a boy, not any older than 3 bumped into his leg accidentally.
Ran gave him an annoyed glance yet had to freeze when realizing the boy looked practically exactly like him when he was young, but the [E/C] eyes were exactly like yours.
And soon after the boy comes the mother, both you and Ran stared at each other in shock when you came into the future.
Your face contorted into fear at Ran's emotionless and empty gaze once he got over his initial surprise at seeing you.
Without a care, Ran leaned down and picked up your child, ignoring how the boy began to sob and just knocked him out.
"You better follow what I say very carefully, [Y/N]. Unless you want our son to pay for it... He is OUR son right?... I suppose a DNA test is in order, I don't want to learn I've touched a bastard."
Even though Ran has kept you imprisoned, you had never seen him so angry.
But fearing your child's safety, you did as he told you to, now sitting in backseat of the car, Ran uncomfortable close to you as your body touched his, with the sleeping little boy securely on his lap as the chauffeur drove through the very familiar streets.
Ran's hand on your nape, you flinched at how the fingers digged into your skin.
"[Y/N], my sweet little darling, did you think I wouldn't be able to care about both you and our son? Were you that scared?~"
His soft laugh contradicted his movements, harshly grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him, then a kiss followed.
You'd stare up at his cold gaze, sadistic glint flashing in his eyes as he very gently patted your son's head.
"When we get home I'll show you just how much I fucking care, how much grief I was in when you left. And I promise, our family will be perfect once you go back to behaving... If not we can always try for another child~"
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-> 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
Rindou knew he was stubborn- but not when it came to you! He loved you so much after all.
He didn't break your legs again after the first time because you cried so much.
Nor did he keep the shock collar on you at all time because it hurt you.
He even removed some of the punishments because you begged him to and promised you'd be good.
Now he regretted those decisions so much, if he did what he wanted maybe you wouldn't have escaped.
Rindou Haitani made sure to never give up anymore when it came to you.
"You've really gone and done it now huh babe? Am I a joke to you?... I already miss your tears and screams sweetheart, this won't do..."
Rindou was in such a poor state during those two years, crying, -destroying everything he touched-, not sleeping, -killing people-, not eating etc
Yet on his birthday Ran finally came to him with some good news, and a photograph of you with twins in your arms.
Ran happily talks about how his little brother looked ready to cause hell on earth until he explained that they did a secret DNA test in one of the hospitals they owned and the twins were Rindou's.
Without another word Rindou got up and went to the address Ran gave him.
So imagine your shock when you arrive at your apartment and find Rindou comfortably sitting on the couch and the babysitter dead and bleeding on the floor.
"You know if you didn't escape from me you wouldn't have to work that stupid job until this late at night, what if some creeps follow you home huh? Oh that? Yeah, I killed the bitch because she was asking too many questions, but don't worry, the twins are sleeping."
Rindou would laugh, get up from the couch and approach you with a smile before slapping you.
He would have originally done much more but now the twins were in the picture.
Rindou really wanted to hurt you but he needed to be a good father and husband now right? He had a family to take care of.
-He'd sigh in trouble like he wasn't the one on the floor with the bleeding cheek-
"Let's get you home darling, and once the twins wake up we'll explain everything to them right? If you told me you were pregnant I wouldn't have been that mean to you"
He happily soaked up your cries to just leave you and the twins alone when his bodyguards entered the house and carefully took the children.
Rindou kissing your tears away and holding you close.
"Oh how much I've missed you sweetheart~ It must have been so hard for you to live without my help and take care of the twins, but don't worry, now that I've found you I'll never let you go."
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-> 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢
Koko was sure you wouldn't leave him, he knew your character. After all that money he spend you would be too guilty to leave, but here he is now; you having escaped your golden cage.
Koko pondered why you would leave him, even though he imprisoned you Koko was never too harsh on you right? You were treated like a well protected -pet- lover
So when Kokonoi didn't see you anywhere he assumed like Mikey and thought you were kidnapped.
He waited for a call or a message of sorts for some ransom money that would just be considered change to him but none arrived.
Were you really gone?... He needed to know the trigger that made you throw your morals away.
"[Y/N]... Where did I go wrong? Was I too reckless? I should have chained her up... Should have broken her down."
Koko considered himself pathetic for crying those first few nights, then got to work.
Would be the fastest one to find you because he wouldn't give up no matter what and would be more composed than Rindou and Sanzu.
It was especially easy to find you once you gave birth and he had your records. And he found the trigger: A child.
You were pregnant? That would explain everything, you didn't want to raise the child in this dangerous environment; how silly.
Koko would start off small, the shops around you suddenly closing down and making it impossible to buy baby products, not letting you get any job to support yourself and your child, then finally have you thrown out of your apartment late at night.
Sure it was a cruel act, but what was the cruelest was you leaving him.
And then he would appear before you at your most desperate time yet again.
"My sweet little doll, look at you, so helpless and weak without me... Did you have fun running around and struggling huh? Was it fun without me there to give you comfort?"
His voice ever so sweet as he basically took the baby from you.
You were too tired to even think about anything, you just needed some rest.
And Koko knew that, some of his anger gone from making you suffer during the first two months after you gave birth.
Leading you into the car and pushing you in without much care before getting in himself.
"Once we get home I'll give you a bath and you'll have a good meal, okay dove? I'll make sure to talk to the doctors and see what you and the baby need."
You'd be fooled by how Koko pulled you into the hug, gently petting you.
Until he grabbed your hair and forcefully tugged to make you look at him.
A commanding expression on his face.
"Then I'll properly chain you up and monitor you, you'll spend the rest of your life making up for the pain you caused me... Luckily I won't request much now that we have a child, let's be the perfect family, okay sweetheart?"
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Completely heartbroken when he couldn't find you anywhere after getting home from work.
It would be more likely to escape Kakucho because of how lenient he is, especially when you act good.
Will try to search for you as much as he can but there is a big chance he'll stop once he isn't able to find you anywhere.
Man for sure cried everynight you weren't there waiting for him.
And also spending a good amount of time ruining everything he touches from anger- he doesn't want to direct that anger towards you but he also doesn't want to keep it in, just in case he finds you again and accidentally hurts you.
"Why did she have to leave!?... Why couldn't she just love me like I loved her...? I loved her so much... So much it hurts."
The longest you can stay away from, it will probably take four or five years to find you because he's not actively searching, just grieving in silence and moving around.
Kakucho knew better than to save some random mother and son duo that his men were forcefully pulled away from the area because Bonten will have a meeting with an enemy gang there, but when he saw the son jump in to protect his mom, and getting knocked out in the process, he had to step in.
And once he did Kakucho felt a lot of emotions after seeing your face. Immediately ordering everyone to leave as he pulled you in a tight hug.
When you squirmed around and kept looking at your son Kakucho did so too.
He let you go and carefully picked him up.
-Making a mental note to kill whatever asshole had hit him-
"Is... Is he mine...? Well, it doesn't matter... He's a lot like you so I don't care."
Only one who'd accept the child as long as they look like you. But luckily it was his -Kakucho was extra happy after the DNA test-
The soft apperance and voice would have you almost fooled.
Until Kakucho finally moves his attention back to you and grabbed you.
"Let's go."
Kakucho would basically order, tightly hold you and staring at you with crazed eyes that you've never seen on him as he started to pull you towards his car.
"We're going home. I gave you a chance to live your life how you wanted. Now that you're fully mine I'll never let you escape like that again. Do you like breaking me that much? I'll give you the same treatment then."
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mytaiyakeylover · 11 months
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you taste like roses.
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synopsis: your boyfriend seems to be pretty sad lately, so you decide to give him a surprise.
pairing: mikey x gn!reader
warnings: maybe some signs of obsessive behavior, just a tiny bit of angst (not even sure if this counts) and kissing.
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Charcoal eyes blinked sleepily at the sound of knuckles hitting a wooden surface. The blond, however, opted to ignore it in favor of getting some more sleep. A minute or so passed, yet the sounds did not seem to fade. Manjiro huffed, a loud groan escaping his lips. There was no way the boy was going to leave the comfort of his bed to open the door. He had already made that decision when he was forcefully pulled out from his deep slumber.
The knocking did not cease, and Manjiro pressed the pillow harshly against his ears to muffle the sounds. Where was Emma? Oh, right… He had forgotten that she had stayed over at Hinata’s place for a sleepover. For once would he actually prefer she was home, but no, she just had to go and have a sleepover. Not to mention with a person she barely knew! The betrayal…
Realizing that the visitor — or rather, his next victim — would not leave, the blond angrily threw his pillow to the floor as he got out of bed. Stomping towards the front door, he could hear Shinichiro's distant cries, warning him not to do something he might regret. Ignoring his own conscience, the blond swung the door open forcefully, fully prepared to confront and unleash his fury on the person who awaited him.
However, instead of being met by the face of some random dumbass, it was you who were standing before him. Smiling all innocent as if you hadn't just woken him up from his very much needed slumber at god knows what hour. Though, the boy couldn’t bring himself to be mad. You were just being so cute, and he could already feel his mood begin to lift from his previous tantrum.
Before the boy could utter a word, he felt something being shoved against his face. A sweet and tender fragrance entering his nostrils as a type of unknown euphoria spread through his senses. Opening his eyes, charcoal was met by deep and vibrant crimson, an ocean of blood-red roses presented before them.
A smile soon found its way to his face, albeit slightly shaky, cheeks flushed with a soft shade of pink. His hands were trembling just a little bit and he could feel a tornado of butterflies swarming aggressively inside his stomach. “What’s this for?” He asked, voice strained from emotion.
You smiled at him with that endless sweetness that you met everyone with, but was always a bit softer and more affectionate when directed at him. (E/c) eyes conveying nothing but pure adoration and endless devotion that made his heart squeeze whenever eye contact was made between you both.
The answer didn’t come straight away, as you looked down to avoid making further eye contact. A sudden portrayal of shyness that wasn’t present before. Hands fidgeting as you played with the hem of your shirt. Then you faced him again, cheeks coated with a pinkness of your own.
“It’s just that you’ve been kind of down lately and I wanted to cheer you up,” you mumbled quietly, a faint smile grazing your lovely lips.
Oh, how lucky he was to have you by his side.
“Do you not like them?” You asked, eyes betraying a hint of worry and uncertainty. Manjiro shook his head in response to your question. Because how could he not like them? They were a gift from you. Everything that came from you held an air of divinity and otherworldliness. Should anyone believe otherwise, he would make sure to change that.
“No, of course I like them,” he found himself speaking in a rather rushed manner, nervousness getting the best of him. He just couldn’t help it. The giddiness was unbearable. Knowing how much you must have worried about him to come so early in the morning to make his day better. All this, simply done for the sake of his happiness.
“But you didn’t have to come this early (Y/n)-chan,” he said, shaking his head amusedly. “You know how much I hate waking up too early in the morning.”
A fleeting hint of mischief passed your pools of (e/c) as you snickered slightly for some unknown reason. Manjiro arched an eyebrow at that, not quite understanding what was so funny.
“Jiro, it’s 2 in the afternoon,” you said, soft giggles escaping your lips. Cheeks flushing red at your words, the blond hid his face behind the bouquet of roses he held in his grasp. Then he felt your soft, slightly cool fingertips, touching his hands, as you carefully lowered the flowers in his hands to get a look of his face.
Manjiro sighed, coal eyes peering at you with fondness, enjoying the way your soft hands caressed his own, as you were still trying to calm down from the excessive giggling. A sudden idea entered his mind as he continued to stare at your pretty lips, tongue peeking out to wet his dry ones. The boy leaned in, left hand cupping your slightly flushed cheek.
Giggles were suddenly muffled as a soft texture pressed against your exposed lips. You blinked in surprise before relaxing and leaning into his soft touch. The rosy scent coming from the lonely rose petal between your lips adding some sort of dreaminess to the sensation, as your mouths moved in a sensual dance, lips molding together.
The blond boy sighed against the floral leaf as his other hand let go of the bouquet in favor of sneaking his arm around your waist. Thumb drawing absentminded circles on your soft, plush cheek as he pressed your body closer against his own — if that was even possible. He just couldn’t take it. He needed to feel you, to hear you, to smell you. He needed your everything — whatever you were willing to give and beyond.
However, like every human did, you needed air. So your soft, gentle, tender hands began to push his chest. But Manjiro didn’t budge, needing you just as much, if not even more. He felt as if he would suffocate in the next few seconds, were your body to get away from his own.
You panted as the boy finally let go, cheeks now flushed with a deep shade of crimson. Petal falling down from where it had been previously held captive, floating freely in the air until it reached the cold pavement. Vibrant red texture now scrunched and dry-looking in appearance. Manjro’s kisses were always sweet and gentle, but could sometimes turn passionate and demanding — possessive even.
Manjiro stared at you, mind filled with spiraling thoughts of you, you, you… He pressed his forehead against yours, breaths mixing together as neither of you still have managed to calm down from the wonderful kisses you both shared. Coal eyes filled with adoration and endless pinning for you.
“I love you,” he breathed out, admiring the dreamy and slightly dizzy look on your face. The sound faint, but holding so much emotion within it, you feared your knees would give out. Manjiro smirked at that, finding your state truly mesmerizing. A sense of pride enveloping his senses at the fact that he was the one to make you feel this way.
Then you smiled, that usual breathtaking smile that was just so you. And the blond felt his breath catch in his throat, unable to produce anymore thoughts. Mind growing empty as you uttered the words he always found himself craving to hear, despite the many times you’ve already uttered them to each other. The sound faint, like a distant whisper, yet so powerful it shook through his core.
“I love you, too.”
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yanderederee · 9 months
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Love,Manjiro
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tw; nsfw, fingering, impliedunderage, simp:)
Part1 … Part2 … now~ … Part4 … Part5
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Once again, you caught Mikey in a lovesick stare.
You smiled fondly, and wrapped a loose lock of hair behind his ear.
You saw no reason to object. He was so cute, that look on his face. Mikey caressed your palm eagerly, loving how you let him do anything he wants with nothing but praise and validation.
Yet still, he knew you were good for him.
Your good habits and traits rubbed off on him little by little. He kept to a routine, and agreed to do the bare minimum so he could in the least, graduate with you. You promised him if he could pass every grade until third year highschool, you would stay his forever.
It was a silly little promise meant to encourage him to get a basic education, but in Mikey’s eyes, you were his. As long as he kept to his word, you wouldn’t leave him, too.
He wasn’t fond of the bullying happening behind your back before, but after you had kissed him that one day in the library, he didn’t stand for it.
He was a handful, though. Every day, he would lie and say he couldn’t find his own school books, or remember to bring a book bag with him at all.
Luckily for him of course, you always had your book, Spare pencils, and voluntarily carry both his and your own journals and homework. —that you made him do, every night.
Everyday after school, you couldn’t protest Mikey’s puppy eyes, leading you to his family dojo, claiming he can only study in peace when you taught him. And he really wanted to do so his homework in bed.
No darker intentions, he was sleepy. And you could never deny him a nap, even if you would affectionately nag him into finishing the homework he was more than capable of handling, afterward.
And once all the papers and pencil shavings were put away, before you could take your leave, Mikey would pull you in, firmly against him, holding so tight.
“I really like having you around… here, with me. I like your laugh,” he kissed your shoulder, smiling when you let out a complimentary giggle. “I love the way you look at me,” he rolled his head, meeting your gaze quickly, given you were already staring at him. “How you hug me without question,” a very quiet crack in his voicebroke at the end of his words, his eyebrows curling upward slightly. The implication was quickly met with your turning form wrapping your arms firmly around Mikey’s shoulders, your knees resting beside his thighs against the side of the bed. “When you k-“
You descended to meet Mikey’s lips in a solid, loud releasing kiss. “I also like when you kiss me,” you whispered, forehead resting on his.
His black eyes darkened as his eyebrows dipped deeply, desperately leaning forward to kiss you. Immediately his hands wrap around your rib cage, above your shirt, grabbing the fabric to bring you ever closer.
You gave him a hint of what making out felt like once in public. Now, he’s eager to put to use all that he’s learned til now in the confides of his own separated shed-room.
Closer, closer, he pulls you in, until your shirt is pulled off your shoulders.
His kiss is hot with how hard he breaths, from what seems to be excitement, having you all to himself.
But you knew him better than that.
“Manjiro…” you moaned into his mouth, peeking your eyes open so you could see to run the tears falling down his face into his skin.
He looked back up at you, sighing at the feeling of your thumb running over his cheek. He bats his lashes at you, desperate for you to say more.
How can you tell him no?
“Follow my lead,” you smiled, pecking his bottom lip once, then his top lip, til you slid your tongue flat against his own, melting together immediately.
Mikey couldn’t help the little whine that escaped at your bold movements.
“This whole time, until I say so,” you say clearly, fiddling with something behind you. “You aren’t allowed to open your eyes,” he notices a shift amongst the fabric against him, and realizes quickly you had unhooked your bra. “And you can’t stop kissing me.”
You untucked your shirt and threw your bra elsewhere. You drew your body in closer, your chest only a single layer of fabric between your soft chest and his own. And oh, he never really thought to realize, how soft your chest was.
Mikey bites his lip, wavering gaze still keeping up with you as you trace his reaction with your eyes. “You can touch anywhere you like, just go slow,” you stated, and gently took hold of Mikey’s wrists, guiding them under your shirt and rested his palms on your hips. “Okay?”
He nods, frantically, he nods, touch starved after years of disappointment after tragedy.
“It’s okay,” you shushed him, cradling his face with a smile. “I’m yours.” And kissed his waiting lips.
Immediately Mikey kisses you back, with fever and impatience. He’s pushing himself up, while pressing you down against him with all his strength. Immediately you moaned, embarrassingly loud. But it was his fault. “M-Manjiro..!” You yelled at him, an attempt at anger. Mikey grinned at his inappropriate actions, but he kept going, feeling no need to argue further.
Repeating himself, as though your warning meant nothing, he rolled the both of you into a push and pull make out session.
With wandering hands, slowly tracing the smooth textures that made up your body. He ran the tips of his fingers gently over every inch of your back twice before experimenting his thumbs to smooth along the line where your breast met your ribcage. Breathing into one another, you gave an encouraging ‘mm-hmm’. He answered by tracing further, until his thumbs met in between your breasts, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger cupping the underside of your breasts. They were so soft and so warm. It was only instinct that he cradled them roughly in his palms.
He loved when he was able to draw reactions out of you. Always, yes. But gods, the way you act under his touch, he himself feels like god.
Attempting to be slick, you rolled yourself into his touch, hoping he would read your body language.
Before that, he had shifted your seating posture so he was rolling his lower stomach between the juncture of your legs. Your weak thighs slowly rested you further down, threatening to sit into his waiting lap.
“Can I-“ he started, but was cut off with your impatient tongue. “Just as long as you go slow,” you said softly against his lips, a high pitched whine escaping when you gave in and sat into his lap. “Y-you can…” you said, now eye to eye with The InvincibleMikey.
While still a few fabrics away, your warm core sat right against his own, each twitching involuntary.
Pressing into him just a little more, you watch as Manjiro gasps helplessly. A soft and whisky ‘fuck’ fluttered out of Mikey’s lips when he slowly slid his right hand away from your breast, the perky nipple he was just attending to eagerly scratching against the fabric of your shirt.
The gentle friction made you let out a sigh, shivering into his touch. Keeping to his promise, his lips were latched against yours in wet colliding passion. His attempt at a slow kiss was unsuccessful when his hand finally slid over your skirt, tracing the hem of the material before his thumb peeks under, and his hand slides up the skin of your thigh to find your panties.
Opening his eyes to see your reaction, your expression lusty and pleading. God, he thought he would lose control there. Maybe he did, his feverish actions were confident and rough , trying to keep up with his own impatience.
“Manjiro…” you encouraged, squeezing your thighs against his hips.
His tongue lapped into the drooling kiss with persistence, even when you tried breaking your own rule to not break said kiss. He growled into your cavern when his fingers slid along the smooth fabric covering your core. It was warm. So fucking warm. You were so hot, what with all the sensations flooding your every direction. Even still, Manjiro’s assault on your left breast wanted to claim another squeal from you.
You moaned, sweet in tone. “P..please…” the back of Mikey’s nail pushed back the band of your underwear, and slid his dominant hand in, his palm gently petting against your skin, and finger tips making contact with your slick—
Mikey couldn’t help but clench his lower abdominal muscles, breaking the kiss to groan at how your arousal sent him into dangerous levels of need.
Mikey’s needy hands felt to touch everything. He’s never done anything like this before. You were his first kiss. His first crush. His first girlfriend. His first love. And now, he had you on top of him, taking his first intimate relation now too.
Manjiro willingly let out a drawn out, vocal moan as your whining pitched his erection to jump. “Y-your voice… please. Let me hear you, god, p-please.” He bit in small bites into the juncture of your neck, kissing and sucking in rhythm while he also explored you folds. He messaged them back and forth in between his fingers as he savored the silk feel. You were fucking intoxicating.
Unknowing to the sensitivity that same with licking the eroginic zone of your neck, his assault to leave behind little love bites only forced your pitch to rise. Biting your lip and swallowing thickly.
“S-so good… my manjiro, y-you’re so good f-for me…”
Your Manjiro.
Mikey grinned. He liked the sound of that.
“I’ll teach you one more thing tonight,”
You whispered,
You smiled when you pet your own hand over Manjiro’s rougher one. Pressing your finger tips against the back of Manjiro’s, you twitched involuntarily at the pressure. Manjiro’s pupils dilated.
Slowly, you slide his fingers up, barely over your bundle of nerves, twitching against him as though to reward him.
“So pay attention.”
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maehemthemisfit · 1 year
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You mentioned that the Haitanis push their luck when it comes to talking about whatever between KM reader and Sanzu right (with Kakucho trying to shush them).
I can't stop imagining Ran giving Sanzu the bombastic side eye whenever Sanzu acts soft for you. Like the Haitanis judge him so much, like what makes Sanzu think that someone like him can get someone as good as you? ☂️
BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE
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CRIMINAL OFFENSIVE SIDE EYE-
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IM ROLLING THIS IS TOO FUNNY
꒰⚘݄꒱₊YANDERE CHRONICLES : ♡ ⤹ ぃ
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Yandere Bonten Manjiro "Mikey" Sano: Soulmate Au
Mikey is dead inside at this point.
He has lost so many people.
However, the red thread around his little rill reminds him that he hasn't lost everything.
Mikey wouldn't try to find you at first.
He would just sometimes pull the thread and see if you would pull yours back.
Usually Mikey imagines what you might be like.
Small thread in his finger remind him that he is alive.
Over time, Mikey's condition begins to deteriorate.
He also starts to fear that something will happen to you.
Mikey doesn't want to lose you.
He would like to meet you.
.
When Mikey finally meets you he falls in love immediately.
He doesn't want to let you go anymore.
Do you know what time it is?
Now it's kidnapping time.
And since you are Mikey's soulmate, you will surely love him as much as he loves you.
Right?
You can feel Sanzu pointing a mental gun at you.
Mikey isn't so dead inside anymore.
He has you now.
You are officially his reason for living.
No pressure.
Mikey definitely won't let you go anywhere alone.
Someone is with you almost 24/7.
You also get lots of hugs.
Mikey will only eat if you feed him.
He doesn't want to step on you during the punishment.
But he could definitely hurt other people close to you.
Because that's how a soul mate works.
Right?
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baby-tini · 2 months
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Mikey, I've got a place you can put that 🥺😩
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arcanao · 1 year
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yandere!bonten x mermaid!reader part 2
i had so much fun writing this, I love mermaid!reader AUs, hope you'll enjoy it. focused mainly on mikey, rindou and kakucho. takeomi will come later. I plan to make a third part !
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words count: 2378 tw: fem!reader, yandere, possessive behavior, kidnapping, confinement, obsessive behavior, minor character death, canon typical violence, starving mention
✤you felt like you were going crazy in your fish tank, when there wasn't anyone around there was nothing you could do besides sleeping or swimming in circles.
✤you felt like a caged bird, maybe a fish in a fish tank would be more accurate but no one asked the fish to sing, and that was what sanzu expected of you. he wanted you to entertain whoever might come here.
✤you had no idea who might come by and you didn't meet anyone yet. you had been all alone for... you weren't sure how many times it has been since they took you away.
✤either sanzu, either ran either koko would come feed you but you pretty sure your feeding periods were random and that they didn't come at a regular rhythm.
✤at first you would struggle or throw tantrums at them but each time you'd do that they would only deprive you of food for a certain time. you weren't fed a lot so this was torture, you quickly understood it was no use to struggle and that you'd only hurt yourself.
✤sanzu would often tell you how excited he was to introduce you to a man named mikey, which was apparently the reason why he took you away. you were quite curious about him to be honest and you often spent time wondering how he would be (not that you had anything better to do after all).
✤from what you understood, mikey was sanzu, ran and koko's boss, the leader of the biggest criminal organization in japan. he seemed to be someone who didn't care much about anything, who was also very stoic.
✤he didn't seem very happy tho, seeing how much sanzu wanted to find him a distraction, something that would make him forget his problems. you often wondered if he took those pills that sanzu liked so much as an escape mechanism too.
✤you also imagined how he might look, he was probably covered in tattoos, with bleached or colored hair like his subordinates, sanzu told you he was very strong so you imagined him like a very tall and muscular man who could break someone's neck in the blink of an eye.
✤you thought about what he might look like for a while and the time when you would have to meet him finally came.
✤mikey has been refusing going to see the gift sanzu had brought to him, annoyed at the thought of a whore who would be all over him, if he wanted to fuck he would, he didn't need sanzu to arrange something for him.
✤sanzu was pestering him about it almost constantly, telling him how special his surprise was and how glad he would be if he accepted to see it. sanzu kept trying to persuade him until he finally gave in one night when they both were stoned.
✤something deep inside of sanzu was telling him that he didn't want to share you with mikey, he decided to not listen to it.
✤when you first met mikey it was at the end of a day that started like all the others, sanzu came to give you your daily food and you weren't expecting anyone to come visit you until the next day.
✤when you heard someone opening the door you were very surprised and even more surprised when you saw not one person but two coming inside the room. the first time you saw him you knew who he was despite him not looking like you imagined at all.
✤his hair was bleached but he wasn't covered in tattoos neither was he tall or muscular. he was about your height and not really muscular. but the one thing that really took you aback was his eyes.
✤you've never seen eyes so void of life and so deep at the same time. his dark eyes stared at you, looking at you from the tip of your hair to the edge of your fins, you've never felt a gaze as burning as his, even ran's couldn't compare.
✤mikey was very shocked to see what sanzu had for him, he definitely wasn't prepared for this, for you. you look so... ethereal, everything from your face to your tail, everything about you felt unreal. as if you were nothing but a dream.
✤he looked at sanzu who was staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to do or to say something.
"Is she real ? Or is it just some weird kink ?"
✤mikey was frowning unsure of what sanzu had in mind but he got closer to the fish tank, to get a better look at you.
"She is more than real. Mikey this is Y/N, we brought her from the harbor."
✤you found yourself very intrigued by mikey so you got closer to the glass of the fish tank too, staring into his eyes, there was something hypnotizing about him. you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.
✤sanzu repressed the urge to bite his lips, this is what he wanted and he knew what would happen once you saw each other. mikey would adore you as much as himself, ran and koko did. so why was he feeling like that ?
✤he didn't say anything about it and just stared at you, trying to grab your attention. once you looked at him he gestured you to go to the top of the tank where you could talk.
✤you did as you were told, reaching the top and staring down at mikey. you weren't sure what to say so you just stared trying to figure out what the man could be thinking, mikey just stared back before deciding to sit on the couch.
✤he poured himself a drink before relaxing a bit, he stayed silent for a while before reopening his eyes and landing his gaze on you.
"She is a mermaid so she must know how to sing... Sing."
✤you did know how to sing but it was the first time you'd sing for a human, you did not know how they would react. mermaid's singing were infamous for having weird effects on humans. you looked at sanzu to know if you had to sing and he just nodded. guess you had no choice.
✤you sang until your voice was hoarse since mikey didn't tell you to stop. his gaze never left you the whole time. your voice had such a relaxing effect on him, that was the first time in a while he felt this good. it was as if the dark impulses didn't exist, as if it was just you and him in the whole world.
✤when you finished your song, mikey's glass was finished. he got up and looked at you one last time.
"I like her, I'll keep her."
✤and he just left, sanzu right behind him stealing one last look at you before leaving. you were left alone abruptly, a bit shocked but you were accepted, you weren't sure whether it was a good or a bad thing.
✤from the moment mikey accepted you, he started to visit you very often, asking you to sing for him. you didn't talk much but you often spent hours staring at each other, trying to gauge the other.
✤you also started to receive other visits from the members of the gang such as rindou, ran's brother, and kakucho. you also heard of another member : takeomi but you didn't have the chance to meet him yet.
✤rindou was someone particular to say the least. he was almost the total opposite from his brother, rude, rarely smiling and a bully, towards you at least.
✤from the moment you met each other he was constantly throwing jabs at you, sighing whenever you talked with ran or just glaring at you when he couldn't say anything to you.
✤you had no idea what you did wrong, when ran introduced the two of you he was already this sassy, calling you names and just being annoying overall.
✤it wasn't even in an angry way, he wasn't acting angrily but very nonchalant, as if he was just stating the obvious which was getting on your nerves although you didn't say anything, you couldn't.
✤when he was with ran, it was pretty okay because his brother knew how to keep him in check. but when he was alone he was really annoying, always provoking you. it was as if he waited for you to snap, sometimes you almost did but you managed to keep your mouth shut, who knew what would happen if you complained.
✤the last one you met was kakucho along with mochizuki. mochizuki didn't come much, it didn't seem he cared about you at all. kakucho on the other hand came a lot.
✤he was one of the few you felt very comfortable with. he often came right before you fell asleep just to talk. he asked you how was your day and what you did, not that you had much to talk about. you often complained how rindou was and how you wished you had more to eat because a meal once a day wasn't enough.
✤kakucho often brought you food, not enough to call it a meal but just a snack. after you told him about your day you would ask him how his went. he talked about his day to distract you from your life in the fish tank and he often answered any questions you had about the human world.
✤it felt nice to chat with someone once a while, when ran and rindou came you were too scared of being criticized to say anything, when it was mikey and sanzu you just sang and the rare times koko came he only talked about business.
✤days went by like this with some visits once a while, but nothing pulled you out of your boredom of staying alone with nothing to do all day. the guys noticed it too, you were less and less happy here (not that you really were in the first place).
✤koko first suggested to buy a bigger fish tank but there was nowhere they could put it. sanzu suggested to put your fish tank in mikey's apartment but the other guys disagreed, knowing that if he did that none of them would see you again. they struggled to find an idea and it was not possible for them to put you back in the sea.
✤people started to ask questions about where the members went sometimes and quickly a rumor about you started to spread. business partners started to get interested about the mermaid bonten was keeping.
✤one of the biggest partners talked about it to koko, implying that he would pay a huge amount just to see you. at first, koko was skeptical but it was just seeing after all and if everyone was here he didn't see the problem, the partner wouldn't be able to do much.
✤the rest of the gang was against it at first but somehow koko managed to convince them and he arranged a time slot where everyone could be here to "welcome" the partner.
✤the business partner came with his associate and a bodyguard. they had planned a meeting in the room where your fish tank was so that he could see you.
✤you were pretty surprised to see that many people here, you weren't used to see such a crowd here especially with some people you didn't know. the business partner was stunned when he saw you, mermaid did exist after all.
✤they carried on with the meeting but you could feel the lecherous gaze of the business partner on you all along. koko was unsure if bringing him here was a good decision because everyone here, himself included, looked about to slit his throat.
✤they managed to keep themselves in check until the end of the meeting. the man could've managed to get out alive despite having been inappropriate towards you before if only he knew how to keep his mouth shut. while kakucho poured him a glass of whiskey he smirked.
"How much is this thing worth ? if you don't know how to take good care of her I can buy her, I'm pretty sure I could make that mouth of her useful."
✤when he said that, mikey saw red and in the first time in a while he felt his dark impulses reappear. he took a gun out of nowhere and shoot in the leg of the man, before the bodyguard could do anything rindou already shot him in the head. you could only look in horror as blood painted the floor of the room, you didn't think he would snap like that.
✤the business partner was on the floor pleading for his life as mikey pressed the gun on his forehead.
"Repeat what you just said."
✤the only answer mikey got was the man keeping on begging, mikey just shot him in the leg again and again, leaving the man bleeding out on the floor before turning to the man's associate who was almost peeing himself.
✤he looked desperate but right before mikey could shoot him he began to talk.
"Please, please, please don't kill me I have something that might interest you !"
✤he was clinging onto mikey's pants, sanzu ordered him to keep talking. he caught his breath before pointing at you.
"I know you're trying to find a solution for her to adapt to the human world and not be depressed ! I know someone who might be able to turn her tails into legs ! If you promise to not kill me I will bring you to them !"
✤you were shocked by this proposal, how could it be possible to turn a mermaid into a human ? you were very afraid of losing your tail but you were pretty sure the guys wouldn't want you without your tail, it was what kept you interesting right ? you tried to convince yourself but it was no use.
✤when you saw mikey's eyes glinting with a strange light you've never seen before you knew your life as a mermaid would be finished, the others were looking at you in the same way. you could only pray that the associate was lying about this.
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macsimagines · 5 months
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Insecure!Darling trying to leave Yandere!Mikey
Put this into a separate post because Mikey's was sooo BIG LMFAO
TW:YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL NEGLECT, KIDNAPPING, ISOLATION, JUST REALLY FUCKED UP GUYS
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Yandere!Manjiro Sano (AKA Mikey)
Does not care, and he doesn't even mean it in unkind way. It's just that he wants and loves you so how you feel doesn't really matter to him. You leaving isn't a scenario he will allow or even think is going to happen.
But the thing is he doesn't comfort you either. He doesn't tell you that it's ok, that you're good enough for him, or that he needs you because he really does.
"Mikey, I just don't think... maybe you could do better?" "That's stupid. Quit talkin' about it." He just shuts down the conversation and honestly forgets.
But he does love you. With all his black heart he honestly adores you, but this love is a very one-sided playing field. He wants your love but won't give it in return, the only time you receive affection is when you're giving it to him. Hugs and kisses and even words of devotion.
"I love you, Mikey." "I know, Y/N." And while he can't live without hearing you say it, he can live without ever saying it back.
So you try to go. As quietly as you can, you don't plan on saying anything to him honestly, because you know (or you think you do) he's not even going to bat an eyelash when he doesn't hear from you.
You write him a letter too, explaining how you know he doesn't really love or need you and that you're both better off like this, but explaining that you're always going to love and want him with all your heart...
Stupidly, you keep your distance. Trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable, and don't expect him when he shows up at your door (Or more accurately, when he kicks it in) one night while you're finishing packing.
You're too shocked to even process what's happening let alone ask him what he's doing, and he's honestly the same. Aghast to see you packing your things away... getting ready to leave him.
"...What are you doing?" is the only thing he can mutter, staring at you with this blank empty expression that scares you more than your kicked in door, "I-I... Mikey, please-!" "What. The. Fuck. ARE YOU DOING!?"
The funny thing is that you never thought Mikey was holding back in front of you. You've seen the way he fights before so you knew just how terrifying he could be, you just didn't know how petrifying it was to have it directed at you.
But he's shattering your windows, throwing your boxes and destroying their contents, wrecking furniture not even two regular people could lift, all while you cower in fear of him in a far off corner, ducking every time something comes flying at you.
Even when he's done with that rampage, he's not done being angry, his eyes are bloodshot with anger when he finally is looking at you, and you're crying so hard begging so much for him to have mercy- to please forgive you for offending him.
However, its too late for apologies. Even the attempt is a grave sin and Mikey will not excuse you just yet. He's grabbing a fist full of you hair and yanking you away from the wall like you're weightless throwing you across the floor and letting you body skid across all the debris and broken glass.
The sharp pain you feel is nothing compared to the fear though, because as soon as you stop on the ground he's on top of you, grabbing your hair again with one hand and your throat with the other.
"You said you loved me-" "I DO! I DO- Please- STOP-" "You said you needed me-" "M-Mike-y, ST-STOP, H-hurts-!" "You're not gonna leave me."
And with that, he dragging you out of the door and back to one of the safe houses he has. Muttering the whole time, "You're not gonna leave, you're not gonna leave me, I won't let you fucking leave me-"
You rot there for awhile, in a cold dark room, with no human interaction than when one of his men come in to give you food, or when he had brought some back alley doctor to patch you up.
Sometimes Mikey visits, but he just looks at you with an unreadable expression, maybe selfishly tells you that he misses your warmth and affection. You don't ever respond though, you feel like you might break if you do. Sometimes, he looks...sad? But he quickly covers it up with; "This is your own fault."
One day, he comes in looking a little worse than most days, almost panicked, then you see what he has clutched in his hands. Your letter? You honestly had forgotten what you even wrote in there...
"I...I went to your apartment. I was... I was going to get your stuff to-to make you feel a little better and I-...I found your letter, Y/N," he says, his voice sounding...choked? "I-uh- I didn't know that you... I wasn't trying to make you feel- I fu-fucked up-," and now he's crying. Like he was the one locked inside a hole and left to die.
He falls to his knees beside your mattress, and you flinch, because this is the first time he's been this close in what feels like months, and that reaction looks like it just about killed him.
"I-i did-didn't know- I- please- I love you," he whimpers, and for whatever reason his words make you sick. He never once said it to you before and now that he's finally giving you his heart in return it makes you want to rip your hair out of your head. You were good enough to love now that you were broken.
But his words don't stop, he doesn't stop, he actually embraces you in a hug ignoring the way your body seizes at his touch, how your skin burns when his tears hit it like he's crying acid.
Mikey could care less, just like before, he wouldn't pay attention to how his lack of love hurt you before or how all of it was hurting you now...
He spends that whole day crying into your chest, petting your matted hair, and promising to love you how you needed. "Your love saved me, my love can fix you," he had sworn like an idiot.
No your love had cursed you, it had damned you the moment you gave it to him, and his love had destroyed you, it was going to rip whatever was left of you apart...
But still...At least you loved each other.
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kissesforsatoru · 9 months
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Good morning/afternoon/evening :)
I'd like to request some headcanons for Mikey and Izana where the darling had a one night stand with them as a revenge on their cheating boyfriend. The darling planned for it to be a one time thing and never see the boys again but unfortunately they get attached.
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MIKEY AND IZANA x READER (separate)
₊˚⌗ darling thinking they're having a one-night stand, but unfortunately, izana and mikey get attached.
⤷ cw : NSFW 18+, general yandere themes, possessive behavior, drugging (mikey; only sleeping pills), kidnapping (mikey), use of pet names (baby, pretty baby), coercion, reader is implied to be weaker than izana, gn!reader for mikey and implied fem!reader for izana (no pronouns though, reader just has a pussy).
note : i have a candle that smells like whiskey and coffee and i honestly think that the scent fits mikey a lot; if you don't think so i don't care >:( it smells good
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mikey doesn’t take it well when he realized you actually planned to never see him again. he thought maybe his dick would be enough to make you wanna stay, if not his sweetly strung words and the way he cared for you as he fucked you. he’d just gotten done cumming on your stomach when you sighed, utterly spent, and told him that you would be gone by morning, and thanks for the help. what a joke. too bad for you, mikey slipped a drug in your mouth while you were asleep so you wouldn’t wake up when he took you.
you wake up groggier than you thought you would have, your head clouded and your eyes feeling heavy with tiredness. you groan and roll over in the bed onto your back, pulling the covers down from your body when you realize how hot it is. the cool air feels nice, and finally after being a wake for a few seconds you will your eyes open. you're so out of it though that you don't even notice you weren't in the room you fell asleep in until a door clicks open, sobering your hazed thoughts.
you jolt up in bed and look around the room, which is not a hotel room. the scent in the air is of coffee and whiskey rather than the refreshing, clean smell of the hotel room you were in. smells like mikey, you realize when the memory of you clinging onto the man from last night because of how delicious he smelt floods your thoughts.
speaking of, the very man you'd spent hours with last night steps into the room, closing the door behind him when he does.
"mikey...?" you call meekly, and he snaps his head up to look at you.
"oh, hey baby. didn't think you'd be up for a few more hours," he says casually as he walks towards your disheveled form on the bed. you look at him with a blank expression because you're not quite sure what to say, or think for that matter, but you know that this should not be happening—something isn't right.
"uh, where... where am i?" you ask hesitantly. is that something you should ask someone who potentially kidnapped you? maybe not, but your head still feels all fogged up which makes your coherency and rationality not all here at the moment.
"my house," he says simply, and your only rection to the confirmation that you were literally kidnapped, is a small pout and slump of your body. maybe it's how casual mikey is about the whole thing that keeps you at ease, or maybe it's the fact that he fucked you so well that you can't possibly think he would kill you; either way you aren't entirely scared, just... confused, and maybe a little bit concerned.
"okay... well, why am i here?" you ask him, pushing yourself up to sit against the headboard of the bed you're laying in. you pull your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around them for a little bit of security when mikey sighs frustratedly and crawls onto the bed towards you. maybe you were wrong and he actually will kill you??
"listen, pretty baby," he tells you lowly, pulling gently on your ankle to make you fall back into the bed. he crawls over you and presses himself between your legs while pinning your wrists above you with one of his hands. "i don't know where you get off trying to leave me, but you need to get one thing straight in that pretty little head of yours: you belong to me now and i'm not fuckin' letting you go."
izana knew you were being serious when you told him. you had asked him many times if he was sure he didn’t mind being used for revenge after all. he said sure, but he didn’t really mean that it was okay. you can try to leave him, but what does poor, little you think you could really do against him? he can easily overpower you. if you want to leave, good luck trying.
"mmh– izana?" you call for him when he continues thrusting inside of you after both of you have already climaxed. you agreed on one round, and then he would take a video of you as he came for your boyfriend to find later, but nothing else after that.
a low grunt reverberates against your neck where his head is nuzzled tightly into, his tongue lapping where he'd been nibbling and kissing for the past few minutes. he pulls out of your neck and runs his hand through his tousled hair as he looked down at you, and upon seeing your confused expression, he smirks.
"awe, look at you. shit, you're so cute like this," he huffs out hotly, tilting his head down at you as he leans back over you, caging you under him once again. his hands are digging into your thighs as he holds you against his hips that are lazily humping into your sensitive, sopping cunt. you whine weakly, your eyes watering from all of the confusion and stimulation.
"what're you doing? we agreed–hngg–" you're cut off when a particularly rough thrust makes you choke and gasp for air, your eyes rolling back and your hands coming to hold onto his shoulders.
"i didn't agree to anything, baby, you just assumed i did. y' really thought i was just gonna let'ya go?" he asks you, a raspy laugh falling from between his lips when you whine and look away from him. he grabs your chin and gently drags you to look back at him, and then his lips press to yours, and he groans into your mouth as you hesitantly kiss him back and pull at his shoulders to bring him closer to you.
"nah, i would never. you're too fuckin–shit, hah–too fuckin' good to give up just like that," he drawls after pulling away from the kiss, "could treat y' better than your man does anyway. i know he doesn't fuck this pretty little pussy as good as i do, so just stay with me, yeah?"
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buccini555 · 1 year
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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Sanzu Haruchiyo, Manjiro Sano and Kokonoi Hajime.
𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: Dating
𝐓𝐖: Obsession, excessive jealousy, persecution, emotional dependence, threats, mention of su!cide/hom!cide, drug use, dom/sub, masochism, overprotection, toxic relationships, fetishes. I think it's over?
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Don't read it if you're sensitive, sweetie.
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𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨
Sanzu is basically a professional stalker, he can easily get a lot of information and use it in any way he wants. In addition to that fact, he would definitely chase you everywhere, he knows exactly where you go and always tries to find a way to be around.
He is a completely sadistic person, he really enjoys being hurt/in some kind of pain, even though most of the time he is simply high on all kinds of different drugs. He has a certain "fear" of hurting you, so he controls himself absurdly so as not to do anything that will hurt you, despite the fact that he thinks a lot about doing such an act.
His jealousy is uncontrollable, he can't stand the idea of someone being close to you or having any kind of contact. As a warning to the person who had the courage to get close to you, he would make several threats, but if the poor person continued to insist on having his attention, he simply wouldn't hesitate to kill him in the cruelest way possible.
If you tried to break up with him, he would just freak out, not accept it at all and beg you not to leave him. If you kept insisting on the idea of breaking up, he would keep chasing you, it's basically impossible to "get rid" of him.
He is totally obsessed with you, having multiple pictures of you around his room, keeping in mind everything he knows and has discovered about you, he knows your deepest secrets and can easily use this to manipulate you.
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
He would be extremely overprotective and jealous, he would definitely disappear with anyone who got close to you, in addition, if someone dared to touch a strand of your hair, he would not hesitate to kill the person.
He is manipulative and always hides the fact that he commits various crimes for fear of you leaving him, Manjiro is totally dependent on your love, without you his life simply does not make sense and he sees no reason to live it.
He is totally submissive, accepts all possible orders, but sometimes when he doesn't have a "good day" or is in a bad mood, he just becomes extremely aggressive, so he won't be afraid of hurting you, he just will. love squeezing your neck and humiliating you. He always pretends that he regrets it the next day, but in fact he takes great pleasure in doing this to take out his anger.
If you tried to break up with him, he would threaten to kill himself and would certainly make the biggest scandal. If you continued with the idea of breaking up with him, Manjiro would simply put the idea that you fell in love with someone else in your head and would threaten the "person" you made up in your mind in every way possible. He would beg and humiliate you not to leave him, chasing you until he had your love and attention again.
𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞
He would pay high amounts for people to watch over you, he wants to make sure that no one gets close to you or does you any harm, in addition, he wants to prevent you from changing him for someone else.
His jealousy would be uncontrollable, he would rather die than see you with someone else, every time he sees you talking to someone else he simply feels like ending her life, because you belong only to him. Koko basically sees you as property, the most important thing he has, so he hates the thought of you leaving and losing you.
He is obsessed with the idea that you "belong" to him, Koko will do anything for your love, he is madly in love with you, but is very afraid that you will end up finding out how he gets all the money he has, so he constantly manipulates you to you don't find out the truth.
If you tried to break up with him, Koko would be heartbroken, almost inconsolable, he would offer you money to stay with him, no matter the amount, he just wants you to stay by his side. Despite "loving" you, he would threaten you if you decided to leave him because he would never accept that.
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ghoularaki · 10 months
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sought heaven in you (but i found hell)
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↠  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
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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.”
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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.
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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?
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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?
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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.” 
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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.
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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. 
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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.
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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. 
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