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Scream blue murder.
Bonten! x yakuza! leader [part 3]
word count - 2,538
💿 - deathwish by poutyface, to the bone by j.t machinima
Warnings❕- angst + fluff+ suggestive. Mentions of death, sewer slide, drugs, physical and mental abuse.(slight hints of ptsd) Mentions of Izana x reader and others. Spoilers! Bonten arc. Blood and gore. (pinky cutting and mentions of gas poisoning, mass murder.) reader goes berserk! putting a knife in each other's throat? reader is freaky fugg. and also apparently, an expert at chemistry.
[part 1] [part 2]
“So, 12 years… You were gone, just like that and you aren’t gonna say anything, huh? Saying ‘I love you’ like that, ain’t fucking fair, y/n. I missed you for all those years. I searched for you like a madman. Fuck, you didn’t even come by to look for me or shit. You know how fucking miserable I was, after Izana was gone and you too!” Everyone flinched at the sight of the usually calm Kakucho raising his voice. You were surprised too, but you kept on an indifferent facade as you looked down, guilt overwhelmed you.
Kakucho takes a few steps towards you, “I wanna hate you for it but I can’t. You’re too fucking precious to me. The last one I have here, and I thought you were fucking dead.” You did no such attempt to avoid the slap which landed on your face as tears flowed down Kakucho’s face. You heard the faint gasp from all the executives of Bonten. You just kept quiet.
“Hug me, god fucking damn it. I missed you.” With no hesitation, you engulfed him in a hug, basking in his warmth which came into contact with your bare skin. You smiled, relishing the memories of your childhood.
“Fucking hell that was touching as shit.” Sanzu fake cries, deep down he still felt bad since he knew that you were as important to Kakucho as Mikey was to him. Losing you would have meant losing his entire world. In reply, you lifted your middle finger, sticking out your pierced tongue at the pink-haired male. He chuckles slowly.
“Holy shit, yer got piercings, that’s hot, dude.” You nodded at Rindou’s question .
“Show us, I mean your tattoos and piercings.”
“That’s a pretty specific kink you have, Sir Mikey. I mean, I know I look hot as shit but.” He snickered, signalling that he only wants your full identification.
“If you insist, your honour.” You fake sighed as you turned around and began explaining your tattoos.
“29 piercings and last I checked, around 18 or 19 tattoos. Got my first tattoo at 13, illegally. Thank god I didn’t die of infection or some shit. Dude was a nice guy, he even taught me how to take care of a  new tat.” They all gasped, ‘doesn’t that shit hurt you?’. Ran and Rindou who were basically half covered in tattoos were also surprised by your ability to withstand the pain.
“Which one hurt the most though? Your tits or sumn?” Sanzu bluntly asks as he touches the tattoo on your left arm.
“Oh well, yer wanna see? Better pay money though.” You smirked and sent him a wink as you gave him a slight teaser of your tattoo, he blushed. Welp, you broke the dope peddler.
“You’re quite a mystery, aren’t you?” Mikey says, his voice dark and screechy, almost like he has been straining it.
“Your back. That ain’t a tattoo. Someone carved those characters into you.” He traces the Chinese characters on your back. You slightly flinched at the sudden cold touch of his finger. “Only the top brass of Yakuza has this, yeah? Which means, you’re the current hidden leader of the Yakuza. Working for them quietly backstage, is that fun? Don’t you wanna take the credit?” He was inches away from your face, you tilted your head slightly at his demise.
“Take credit? Pftt. Observant but dumb aren’t yer, pretty boy?” You cupped his jaw between your gloved fingers. “I fucking love it when people worship me, bow to me and praise me for all my work but I wouldn’t want my pets to go unrecognised do I? Plus, isn’t it harder to keep myself lowkey from the police that way? I have my plans, baby and I don’t like it when people question me.” You smiled and let go of his jaw, never in his life has he been this stunned by someone’s actions and indifference. This was a first.
“This carving was done by my dad. I was the only child who was able to take over the family business so, here I am. Healthier than ever!” You smiled, highlighting the dimples which brightened your eyes even more under the light which shone above you.
“So, you’ve taken a blood oath?” Kokonoi asks, curious.
“Oh that’s fucken bullshit. We don’t do those. We’re just old delinquents who don’t wanna follow laws, we don’t sacrifice ourselves. I mean that does sound cool though. The most we do is cut our pinky. I’ve cut 12 as of this week,” You sat back down, nonchalantly telling them. You put your suit back on, adjusting the tie.
Bang! A loud gunshot was heard from behind you, in one swift movement, you swooped Ran and Sanzu who were directly in front of you. ‘Top criminal organisers but can’t see a bullet coming their way? Great, fucking idiots.’ You looked down, the bullet grazed by your shoulder slightly. Thank god for that. You picked up the shell and the bullet which landed not far from it. You analysed the bullet, standing up immediately after recognising it. ‘Mauser C96. 0.45 ACP. Made in Germany. Oh fuck, why are they here?’
“Oi, you twinks. Came here to save me or something?” One by one, your members peeked their heads out from behind the oil tanks. Number 2, Tanaka Ryu. This kid has been behind you since juvie days. Once he got out, he looked for you and followed you till the very end even if it meant jumping into hellfire for you.
“If I couldn’t fight, I would have died to these hot dudes, you know? Do we need to practice again? Should I drill it into your brains?” All the members, a good 25 of them, stood at attention, weapons dropped to the floor with their hands behind their back.
“No, your honour!” In unison, their voices echoed one another. Bonten was too stunned to say a thing. Their mouths merely shut tight as your dominant aura overflowed through the entire warehouse.
“Good, and Tanaka, don’t mind, okay? Small mistake. I’m fine, n’ways.”
“Apologies, your honour. Take my pin-” You shushed him as you signalled everyone to get down and ready their weapons. Bonten, who was behind you, followed your command. You gestured for Mikey to come to your side, he slowly strides towards you.
“Mikey, listen. Now, your turf is being infiltrated. You heard that gunshot? Nagant M1895. That strong shit is only used by the Yakuza traitors. Those fuckers have been on my back for the last few months and I need a few extra hands so that I can alert my turf. After that, I’ll help yer. There should be at least 230 of them. 2 top heads and the other 8 executives. The rest are all their lackeys, bad fighting skills but good spirits. Now, we separate, I’ll alert your members too.”
You and Mikey, the leaders, moved into positions immediately. Working together for the first time but it almost seemed as if you’ve worked together for the past 10 years. You stationed Sanzu and your number 3, Haruto, right in front of you. These two are wild and have a few screws loose in their brains, so they make a good pair. They can slaughter some while you make a few alerts to your guards in your territories. You wanted to get it over and done with fast even if it meant, murder. So, you analysed whatever you had in your reach.
“Y/n-chan. What are you doing? I wanna smoke.” Sanzu said, questioning what you were looking at.
“Shush, let me think of a way to get rid of evidence fast and simple.” Haruto drags Sanzu back to their station as they both chat away, swinging the bloodied weapons in their hands. Psychos, I swear.
‘Benzoyl peroxide, TNT, fire extinguisher, bleach, ammonia and diesel.’ Fucking hell, they were making this a bit too easy isn’t it? You called Sanzu and Haruto over to help you. You took the empty tank, putting on your mask before starting and gesturing the two males to do the same. You poured the bleach into the empty tank followed by ammonia.
‘Do you think what you’re doing is right?’ The tiny voice in your head asks. ‘Well these people mass murdered 226 of the Yakuza members, isn’t it only fair?, ‘Of course, but can’t the police punish them?’. ‘What. They hurt me, not the police, I’ll make them save me a seat in hell. Especially that blabbermouth oldie.’, ‘I guess there’s no stopping you, y/n l/n. You’re a murderer after all.’ Wait, what the fuck? I’m not! They did it first, why is it me? Why am I to blame? Fuck, fuck you. ‘You’re a murderer by nature, y/n. That’s why your Mom and Dad passed this onto you.’ Shut up. They’re dead, they are just ashes, seeping into earth or maybe being swallowed by maggots. Those 2 are dead to me. ‘Your mom isn’t dead. Not yet.’ Well, I want her dead. ‘You gonna kill her, too? Like what you did to your old man? You’re naive, a pretty soul, one that I would kill to dirty but you already did it yourself.’
You halted your movements, Sanzu and Haruto stared wide-eyed at your face. Your face contorted with rage, aura screaming murder at them. This brings Sanzu back to 12 years ago when- nevermind. “Earth to y/n, we gonna continue?”
“Haruchiyo. Katana. Haruto, pass him your pistol, I’ll be right back.” ‘You’re gonna regret it, y/n.’
“SHUT UP! HOLY FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP! UGH!” You let out an indignant roar, making Kakucho and Mikey halt their movements as they continued throwing punches to the opposing team. Kakucho ran towards you, covered in blood which did not belong to him.
“Hey, y/n. Hey, look at me.” You looked at him, tears of anger welling up in your eyes. (You can only cry when you’re angry but not when you’re sad.) He pats your back, telling you to kick some ass to relieve your anger. Well, that was your green light.
You swung the Katana out from your back which had a strap, tailor made for you to store katanas. As always, pecking the handle beforehand, showing respect. ‘About 104 left, gonna be easy.’ The rest of your members and Bonten members along with the executives gathered, wanting to watch you fight. It was almost like a playback of 12 years ago.
You dropped the katana to the floor, jumping onto the first person you see, hanging from the shoulder. You swung around, possibly breaking his spine and picked up two other men by their collars. Swinging them towards the tower of diesel tanks, you made your way to your next victims.
“So, pick yer death.” You smirked, but your eyes were empty and lifeless. Your bloodthirsty aura engulfed the entire warehouse, stripping the audience off any form of excitement. The male approached you, in a split second, he was inches from your face.
“HAHAHAAHA, you’re fast but you lack experience, sweetheart.” You caressed his face, voice coated full of sinister but in his ears, it was like honey. It gave his brain whiplash how contrasting your voice was to your actions. Without batting an eye or even giving him room to recover from your touch, your left leg flew forward. Landing directly onto the wound of his temple, plunging onto the floor. You took the chance to take a seat on his back.
You rummaged through his pockets, stopping when you found his phone. You dialed a number, the others stared at you curious. “I need about, uhh, 7, no, 8 ambulances, for the Shibuya area. The warehouse down the second turn. Thank yer!” You smiled and threw the phone across the room.
“Now, there’s only… let me see… 3 of you left. Rock, paper, scissors. Winner gets to pick the lucky one.” You signaled them to start playing, with trembling figures, the 3 males began playing. You placed the lit cigarette in between your lip, enjoying others misery.
“She’s kinda hot, though.” You heard Sanzu whistling and howling from behind you as you exhaled the smoke and took off your blazer, rolling up your sleeves. You sent a kiss his way as you made your way to the poor male - a prisoner of his own bad luck.
“Hey, mister. Long time no see. I’m bigger now, if you can’t clearly see.” You subtly flaunt, towering over the male before you. You bent lower so you could make direct eye contact with him. The eye contact sent cold shivers down his spine which made him froze, his lips quivered as you moved your gloved finger, gliding down his tattooed back.
“Oi, mister. I’m talking to you, it’s rude to not reply to your master, y’know? It kinda hurts my feelings,” You faked your sadness, pretending to sob into his shoulders. If he wasn’t already stiff, he is now officially the statue of liberty.
“Y-yes, your honour!”
“Good pet. Now, let me get my work done. You know what happens to traitors, don’t you? Perverted old man.” You removed the kunai which was secured tightly in the pocketed garter which hung from your thigh. You simpered, looking pleased at the amount of fear you could elicit from the pathetic man.
“AHHHHHHHH!” He writhed in pain, screaming blue murder.
“Okay, that was the last one! 12 plus 10 equals 22! 22 pinkies!” You giggled, cracking a smile from your scarred mouth. A horrifying sight, it was.
“Fuck, didn’t know you were capable of such cruel shit.” Ran sends a surprised look, scanning you up and down as you wiped the blood off your gloves and chuckled.
“Born and bred to do this shit.”
You knew you were done but there was some unsettling feeling that irked your senses, but what was it? Could it be you forgot something-
“We’ll take over from here, as an apology and a thank you for not murdering us.” Mikey said, a small smile on his face.
“Oh no, it was great working with you, Sir Mikey.”
“Don’t call me that, on god, I’ll put a knife in your throat.”
“Do it then, it’s not a threat Mikey. ” Your little bicker was put to a stop when Kokonoi seemingly  ‘cleared his throat’ loudly.
“So, you’re a professional torturer, a sugar mommy, free show stripper, yakuza leader, a mass murderer, chemist and now, a hooker. What else do we not know about you?” Kokonoi asked, voice laced with curiosity. His eyebrows raised as his eyes searched for answers in yours.
“Oh darling, I’m a walking unsolved mystery. Yer wanna find out? Yer gotta dig deep into the layers of this earth. Yer wanna solve me still?”
“Yeah, I do.” The short, purple haired spoke up. (You forgot his name.)
“Oh then, put on a raincoat. This year’s theme is bloody halloween. Wouldn’t want blood staining yer expensive suits.” You stuck out your tongue, making a move as sirens filled the quiet warehouse. 
‘Roppongi, Don Quijote, 31st October, 9 P.M. Be there or else you owe me candy.’ The boys chuckled, making a run as the police broke in.
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lameghost · 3 years
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masterlist | playlists
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0244, koi| entj | 8w6 | i go by any pronouns.| i do play genshin from time to time but i am terrible at games (´∀`*)
i don't feel comfortable sharing my name( ´ ▽ ` )
i will not take nsfw requests, only suggestive ones, not explicit=(^.^)=
i may write dark contents which involves murder, abuse, drug and alcohol so, if you are not comfortable, please do not read.
i will write for other animes. however, i'll mostly write for tokyo revengers atm.
i'll write mostly angst and fluff only.
i'm unsure about a taglist but if anyone wants it, i'll gladly do it(^。^)
i'll also put up a playlist so you can listen while reading the stories:)
just know that you're never alone, if anyone needs a friend, therapist, consultant, confort. im here, pls reach out(*≧∀≦*)
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lameghost · 3 years
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masterlist( ^ω^ ) 「requests are closed!」
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series
bonten! x yakuza! leader pt. 1
bonten! x yakuza! leader pt. 2
bonten! x yakuza! leader pt. 3
headcannons / scenarios
short fics
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lameghost · 3 years
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It’s snowing!
Bonten! x yakuza! reader [part 2]
word count- 2,569 words
💿 two slow dancers - mitski
Warnings ❕- angst + fluff. Mentions of death, sewer slide, drugs, physical and mental abuse. Mentions of Izana x reader. Spoilers! Tenjiku arc. Yakuza + badass reader. Blood and gore. (hi, everyone! this is part 2! I'm still unsure if I should leave this as a cliff hanger or i should continue, I'm open to suggestions!^_^)
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“Wah, It’s snowing!” You took so big of a stride that your legs could possibly take you through the heap of snow. The other children were screaming, mouths wide open in awe as they stared at the sky, letting the snow melt on their skin.
The sound of wood cracking and someone wailing in pain caught your attention as you excused yourself from the group by telling the caregivers that you had to use the restroom which just so happens to be near the area the sound came from. The sound was so subtle yet, ringing in your ears and something just told you that you should not ignore it. It was almost irksome.
You purposely walked past the commotion to catch the attention of a group of boys, who unfortunately happen to be the children of the orphanage opposite yours. The 6 boys were hovering over a boy from your orphanage center. He looked puny and hopeless, you did not want to get involved in any fights after returning from that living hell. ‘I guess the stars are not on my side this time round, huh? Now, let’s break some necks.’ 
“Hey, small girl!” The boy, approximately a few centimeters shorter than you and possibly younger, taunts you. You could feel your blood boiling from the tip of your hair down your toes at the nickname.
“Ya tryna save Kaku-chan? Nah,he’s helple-” His words were halted as you swiftly landed a hit right on the back of his neck. His tongue lolled out, a groan of agony was heard before he promptly landed on the floor with a loud thud, face first. You reached into your pocket and grabbed a handkerchief, wiping your hand which made contact with the boy’s neck. 
You felt like you were forgetting something until another boy, seemingly the underling of the knocked out boy, attempted to hit you with the stick he had found on the floor. God, do people not know that kids play here? How is a stick placed there so conveniently? You were unbothered, not interested to entertain their little play time. Right when the stick almost made contact with your back, you leaned forward as the boy jumped right over you. You laughed at his curling body, even the heap of snow could not cover the immense embarrassment he must be going through. You did not really feel like fucking their faces up today so, a slap will be enough, wouldn’t it? You approach each boy, with a wide shit-eating grin on your face before landing a punch to each of their faces. 
Kakucho who was watching on the sidelines was pretty sure that he heard something crack. His first impression on you was not the best, nor was it the worst. “Hello, you must be Kaku-chan, right? We are from the same center but I haven’t been around so, it seems like you’re a new face.” You wiped your hands before pulling Kakucho up to help him stand, to which he fell to the floor immediately.
“Holy shit, you’re pretty roughed up and you wouldn’t want to end up in the infirmary here either, it sucks ass.”
“Hahahahhaha, no doubt. The infirmary sucks but do I have any choice? I’m pretty sure I sprained my ankle while running away just now.” Kakucho replied, scratching his head feeling ashamed that he has to owe so much to someone he just met. You shrugged and proceeded to bridal carry him, without breaking a single sweat. You guys then made your way to the infirmary to get him patched up.
After what seemed like hours, Kakucho seemed much better. He woke up to a person sleeping beside him on the bed, your face right in front of his to the point where he could feel your breath on his skin. He sighed, how could he ever thank you? Wait, he doesn't even know your name for goodness sake. He heard a small sigh escape your mouth as you slowly opened your eyes. Your eyes spoke a thousand more words than Kakucho could somehow understand, all you guys did was sit in silence before you broke it.
“You have a question, Kaku-chan? You know you’ve been staring at me even before I woke up.” You chuckled at how red he was.
“I- Don’t know how to thank you. I don’t even know your name and I hope you can do me another favor by telling me who you are, if you don’t mind. Especially since you mentioned that you haven’t been around”
“Sure! You could have just asked, you know.” You nudged his side as you sat up to begin your little introduction.
“I am y/n l/n, currently 14 years old. I just got back from 2 years in juvie which is why I was gone. My dad is dead and my mom abandoned me here.” You said with a slight smile, blatantly ignoring how your expression contradicted your last statement.
“I’m Kakucho Hitto. I Am 14 too. My parents both passed away. So, here I am. Anyways, why did you end up in Juvie, AND 2 YEARS!” You tried not to laugh at how he was so enthusiastic about the topic.
“Oh, arson. Nearly winded up killing 4 men, they’re fine though. Just a slight burn. I guess I was too callow and now I’ve wasted 2 years in juvie.” Kakucho had chills run down his spine with how nonchalant you were at the mention of the topic.
“You don’t seem like the type to commit arson, and your mom is still alive, why would she throw you here?”
“Long story short. The crime was committed by my friend and I took the blame for it because I didn’t want to lose him. My mom is a drug freak and goes around scamming men for money, she hits me whenever she feels like she needs a release, so, since she has no money now, she threw me here and said that she has no use for me especially since I can’t get any money for her.” You said and plopped backwards onto the bed, exhaling.
Kakucho rested his head on his hand as he took the spot beside you, “So, where’s this friend now?”
“Dead. He committed suicide just a few days after our release.” Kakucho did not know how to feel at this point. He kept quiet, as you found warmth, wrapping your arms around his body. Both of you shortly, fell asleep.
When Kakucho woke up, he realized his bed was empty. He sighed, thinking you had probably left. He stood up and dragged himself out of bed to see the winter snow, it was a rare sight for it to be snowing in a rural area. He then made his way to the makeshift grave that he made for his parents. 
“Oh, Kakucho? Why aren’t you inside, isn't it cold?” Your voice was suddenly heard. He teared up, the thought of having another person leave him was unbearable. He ran and hugged you, indulging in the moment. You smiled.
“If it isn’t y/n l/n, huh?” You knew this voice, it was all too familiar. You turned around, and there he was. The one and only.
“Izana Kurokawa. You’re still alive.” You slowly chuckled, hiding your relief underneath a smile.
“Of course I am. Don’t underestimate me.”
“Oh, Izana meet Kakucho, Kakucho meet Izana. Don’t be asswipes and please get along. Having 2 children is already enough of a pain in the ass.”
“HEY! DON’T FORGET THAT I’M OLDER THAN YOU, YOU BEANPOLE!” Izana screamed jokingly, Kakucho’s laughter filled your ears. Bringing another smile to your face as the 2 boys shook their hands and from here, a blooming friendship began.
Years later, the day finally came. Tenjiku versus Toman. You did not want to get involved in any way possible so, here you were. Scolding the rock-head, Izana Kurokawa and his loyal servant, Kakucho Hitto.
“On god Kurokawa and Hitto, if anything happens to the both of you, I’m not lifting a single finger. Especially with my leg this fucked up.”
“Oh, calling us by our surnames now? How mean, y/n-chan. You know you love us.”
“You get yourself in this mess, clean it up yourself. And you, Hanma Shuji, can you shut your mouth up for one second or do you want me to stitch it up for ya real good?” Hanma retorts and shuts his mouth up immediately at your threatening tone and expressionless face.
The games begin as the sound of motorcycles rolling into the spot is heard. As per your words, you fled the venue. Well, no shit you were actually worried about the 2 of them but you trusted them. They were strong, they were like your pillars. Whenever someone wanted to throw hands, they had to go through Izana and Kakucho before ever getting to you. You loved them, you really do. You just don’t know how to express it well enough. Other than the motorcycles you bought for them during new years. You guys were inseparable, Kakucho having to put up with 2 psychopaths who have ego bigger than their body. Nonetheless, only sweet memories remain.
You hid amongst the crowd, watching everything go down. Takemichi getting shot, Kisaki losing his shit. You kept quiet, then decided to go for a smoke break when you heard a scream. It was Izana.
“Shit like trust and friendship are just delusions!” You could not believe your ears as you pushed through the crowd, approaching the bridge. Your face covered by the hoodie, gloves which covered your tattoo. You snickered at his words, ‘he doesn’t mean it.’, that’s only your thoughts trying to comfort you.
You only stared into the city as you listened to Izana receiving the blows from Mikey, the crowd grew even more silent as the fight got heavier. You knew something had to be done but your body said the opposite, it did not want to move. Something told you that you could trust Izana. Well…
He pointed the gun at Mikey. Everything was dead silent, it seemed that the entire crowd was tongue-tied, other than the sound of their heavy breaths and pants.  Everything happened so fast, Kakucho intervened. And a gunshot was heard. You felt your legs give out as you witnessed this scene all over again in your head.
“N-Nothing changed, for fucks sake. Everyone dies, mom you were right. I only bring bad luck to people, don’t I?” You laughed to yourself. Another three gunshots were heard. Fuck.
Too late now but still you were angered. Your broken leg long forgotten, you approached the crowd, pushing through everyone, lip curled. Your face contorted with rage. Until you were met with the 2 bodies, lying on the floor. Your movements halted. What a sight isn’t it?
You pulled off your hoodie, taking your mask off. You approached the 2 bodies.
“Hey, y/n-chan. Thank you for being by my side these past years. I know it’s too late but here, it’s a necklace with my earring. I wanted to tell you since the first day we met. I love you, thank you for being the only one I have other than Kakucho. I never got to thank you enough for s-saving my ass countless times. Again, I love you. See you in another life, y/n l/n…” Huh, what. Wait. Your hands caressed his hair as the other hand soothed Kakucho. Not a sob, not a whimper. You could not bring yourself to cry. Instead, you were filled with rage. 
You left the 2, standing up and taking off your hood. A gift from Kakucho when he made his first stack of money. You’ve worn it ever since, only taking it off to wash it. Your silence influenced the crowd as they also went silent. You took off both of your gloves. 
“Ran Haitani, was it? Lend me your baton, will ya?” You smiled as he hesitantly handed it to you. You approached the bodies once again, ‘the police and ambulance will take approximately 10-15 minutes to reach, that’s more than enough.’
“See you again in another life, Izana Kurokawa. I loved you too. Hope that it snows again where we meet in the future.” 
“Well, now. Kisaki Tetta. Isn’t it?” You were never one to get angry but, the rage you felt right now made you more than capable of murdering someone. You squeezed the necklace Izana gave you. The crowd watched as each of the steps you took towards Kisaki grew heavier, each step felt with woe and murderous intent. Mikey gulped, knowing that this situation was not ideal. At the expense that you just lost the only people you had in your life moments ago.
“Ya know what it’s like to be a murderer? Well, I don’t know either but looking at your face tells me a lot about being one.” In one swift motion, you swung the baton across his face. Your expression was indifferent. You took a step back as Kisaki regained his stability. 
‘Bam’. Poor dude, didn’t even have the chance to stand fully as you swung your leg across his back, blood spluttered out of his mouth. You continued to hit him with your left hand in the V under his ribs where the sternum ends. It paralyzed his diaphragm and he gasped and doubled over and then pitched forward to face you .You continued with your blows, you stopped after his second begging.
“Oh, so you’re scared of death? It isn’t that bad really. I’ll make it quick and peaceful for ya.” You gave him a sly leer, lifting your hand up again, preparing to swing the baton again. Until you were stopped by a female voice.
“Please, please don’t kill him.” You tilted your head, all humane emotions left your body long ago. Her tear stained cheeks, trembling hands and lips quivering. 
“Huh, who are ya? Oh, I get it now. You’re Hinata Tachibana. Hanagaki’s love interest, ain’t it?”
“Yes, that is me. Y/n-san, I am willing to be on my knees but please, do not kill him.” In a matter of seconds, she was on her knees, hands clasped and begging you. You stared, bewildered and just chuckled.
“Oi, pretty woman, get up will ya? I won’t kill him, I’ll leave it up to your boyfriend. Hanagaki, he’s running away, do me a favor will ya? I know that we are both on the same page right now.” Draken swooped Takemichi up and drove after Hanma and Kisaki who were getting away. You took Hina who was trembling in your hands as Mikey made his commands.
“Members of Tenjiku, I am your shadow executive, y/n l/n. Sorry it took this long for me to introduce myself to you.”
“It’s okay, y/n-chan. You can leave, you did nothing wrong.” You nodded, passing the wiped baton back to Ran and carrying the frail Hina in your hands as you fled the scene at the sound of the ambulance and police car.
“Hey, Hina. What is your address? I’m taking you home. Not safe here.”
“*address* Say, y/n-chan, you don’t seem like a bad person after all. Why are you involved with such violent people?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you read me up all wrong didn’t ya?” You raced through the night, Hina grasping onto your waist and since that night, nobody saw you.
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lameghost · 3 years
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devilish.
Bonten! x yakuza leader!, gn reader.
Word count-  1,564 words
warnings❗️- Slight angst + fluff + suggestive. Mentions of sewerslide, depictions of izana x reader. Spoilers! Yakuza + badass reader. Slight blood and gore. ( the reader is a bit like gojo + dazai, pretty bad combination if you ask me.) this will be divided into 2 parts if i feel like it;)
part 2 is up!
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Inhaling the raw substances- tar, nicotine, good lord knows whatever was present in the cigarette that was now on the floor, crushed. The clouds today look just like the smoke pooling around you, the streets were silent- it was not one of peace, but it was a menacing, throat-cutting silence which causes chills down your spine. The cold air hitting the naked skin of your arm, goosebumps which hints that something is coming.
You made your way back to the warehouse, well, you were on your way until you were swooped by your feet by a pair of vigorous arms. Shit, you were not even close to panicking rather you were excited. Finally, after weeks of being stuck doing paperwork in that ivory tower which was well ventilated and air-conditioned, made you sick and bored. Everyday was dull with a lack of adrenaline in your blood. So, being kidnapped was not that bad after all. Why would you not make the best out of this experience, especially when they probably kidnapped the wrong person.
The ride to reach whatever warehouse they had in mind was presumably short, surprisingly. Could it possibly just be your friends playing a prank on you? But if it was a prank, this is not them to play something so serious like kidnapping. Each stride you take into the place sends a jolt of sparks down your spine as the pair of muscular arms toss you around as if you weigh like a feather for them. You were thankful that your outfit did a presumably good job at concealing your tattoos which reveals your identity. After what seems like hours, the darkness was finally replaced with a ray of light being flashed right into your eyes. You hissed at the sudden change and tried to adjust yourself to the lighting. All eyes of the 7 men were on you, it made you even more thrilled.
You laughed at the silence of the air, the men gave each other a concerned look. In this span of time, you managed to take notice of the details of each man and also your surroundings. A line of weapons sat on the side, table filled with different guns, knives, katana, etc. Somehow, that brought a smile to your face. ‘Are they a psycho? They are smiling when we are literally a thread away from killing them.’ None of them had noticed how you were already free out of the rope they put you in. Suddenly, a white, short haired man wearing black from head to toe began to approach you. The gush of wind, blowing the hair from his face. ‘What a pretty man he is’, you agreed with yourself. You had noticed how his features were similar to someone you met 12 years ago but you shrugged it off. He smelled like dorayaki and a tinge of male cologne. A scent most females would be attracted to. 
“Hey, I am the leader here, it seems that your eyeballs are about to pop out from eyeing all of us here. My name’s Mikey.” You tilted your head, “Mikey, huh?’ The name is so familiar, it was so close to home yet it does not ring a single bell. 
“Is it that wrong to eye fuck such beautiful specimens given by god? And why am I even here?” The males in front of you were slightly taken aback by the vulgar words that fell from your mouth and weirdly flattered by the compliment. 
Another man steps up, a beautiful pink-mullet haired man with scars that are so easily engraved in your mind. 
“Hey sweet cheeks, did ya forget the fact that you owe us money?” He began, all you did was dead panned right into his eyes which was laced with his own high. You thought to yourself, ‘ I am literally rich enough to buy buildings, why would I owe these people money?’.
“Ehhhhh, I didn’t even realized that I owed you money. How much? Are two buildings sufficient enough? Or do you want my credit cards?” You said in a fake- worried tone as you rocked in the chair back and forth. Another male with long white-hair dressed in red then snickers. 
“You can’t even remember that you owe someone money? Can you be any more ignorant, you damned slut.”
“HAHHAHAHAAHAH, fuck you guys should be comedians but you dear sir, have piqued my interest, please call me by that nickname again and did you even stop to check if you kidnapped the right person? Because I know myself well enough that I do not borrow money from shady males who look like a packet of skittles.”
“Can we keep her please, Mikey? She’s a fun one. We can play a literal fuck, marry and kill now.” The pink- haired drug smelling motherfucker spoke again. Mikey then clicks his tongue.
“You know what? I am going to entertain you by introducing who we are and in return, tell us your name if we really got the wrong person.” All you did was smile and nod, again rocking the chair and tapping your feet.
“Hey there, you crazy one, we will get along well. My name’s Sanzu. Sanzu Haruchiyo.”
“Kokonoi Hajime. You’re both psychos, no way in hell you wouldn’t get along, I bet an eye that both of you will meet again in an asylum.”
“That’s kinda mean, pretty boy. I’m all about advocating the public about mental health and of course, through experiencing one myself.’ You said, proud of yourself. Kokonoi could not hide the blush creeping up his face at the name you gave him.
“My name is Ran, Ran Haitani and this is Rindou. We are brothers, pretty one.”
“Damn, this is the only time I would be down for a threesome. Y’all are hot.” Ran winks at you and Rindou just looks away, stifling a laugh.
“Hi, my name is Kakucho Hitto. Nice to meet you.”
“Well this is not a nice way to meet but a pleasure knowing you too, kind sir. Anyways, sick fucking scar you got, it looks good on ya. Nice tits too.” Oh, weren’t you just a genius at making men blush like a tomato, you flirty nutjob. 
“Akashi Takeomi. Call me Takeomi.” He says as he takes a puff from the cigarette in his hand. 
“More like daddy but whatever floats your boat, Takeomi.” He flinched at your compliment and laughed, pointing his middle finger.
“Well that was exciting wasn’t it? It was like your first day in school, all over again. Oh to be in uniform again, I’m too old for this shit now.” You said huffing, showing that you were ‘sad’.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in school? You are 18 and you have to introduce yourself.” Mikey questioned you, tone full of curiosity.
“Well, dear sir. I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong bitch. I am y/n l/n. I am 27 years old and I guess you can kinda guess what I work as since y’all deadass just kidnapped me from my work.” Of course, you did not tell them your real family name since that will be a dead giveaway and you wanted to keep things thrilling.
“HAH, you look at least 15, ain’t no way you’re legal. “ Sanzu utters in disbelief.
“You surprised that I am of age to fuck and drink? On that note, you down? I’m getting bored. If you want to kill me, at least let me have a can of beer or something.” You said fake yawning, Sanzu’s smile widened.
“There’s something you’re not telling us, y/n. Who are you with or who do you work for?” Mikey senses your hesitance in not telling them your job.
“Well, I got sniffed out didn’t I, Sanzu?” Sanzu nods and pouts, as if to sympathise with your situation. You took your hands out and the males stared at each other in surprise.
“Welp fuck, you are out of the rope, already?” The mullet purple haired guy, fake gasps but really, he was amazed at how easily you got out of the tight ropes.
“Experience we call it, Mister. Anyways, I have no intends on doing anything stupid, I just need to proof to your dear master, my identity.” You winked at Mikey as you began unbuttoning your blouse.
Sanzu whistles, followed by a wide-eyed Kakucho who definitely is a virgin- evident by his ears which betrayed him. “We're getting a free show, bestie?” You laughed and smirked.
As you unbuttoned your blouse, your inked body made it clear to the males that you were not just some ordinary person who owed them money. You then took off your gloves which made Kakucho stiffen in silence. 
Hesitant to speak, his voice was soft and shaky as he questioned you - “Y-y/n. I- Where have you been for the past 10 years? I searched nook and cranny for you but not a single trace, I thought you were dead. Dead for pete’s sake!” Kakucho finally took a deep breath of air, his emotions that were buried deep within him for the past 10 years were uncovered just like that.
“Hmm, a hanafuda necklace, ‘devil’s advocate’ on your right hand and ‘god of death’ on your left. Weren’t you present at the Tenjiku versus Toman 12 years ago?” Ran suddenly speaks, his voice laced with a hint of surprise and disbelief.
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lameghost · 3 years
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Tw!! cheating, angst, pain yall pop a chocky milk:\, yes you are cheating on Hongjoong in this story [683 words]
Where did it go wrong? What was the cause? He could not bring himself to imagine what it was that caused such a downfall. We have been together for 6 years, everything they built was destroyed so easily. Did it start the day they had fought in the kitchen and she returned late? Perhaps. Was it the day where she finally threatened to leave him? Pretty plausible. However, in both situations, he was the one begging. Praying. Wishing, she would never leave him. Never in his life was he someone who doubted his intuitions and gut feelings but the overtimes, the missed dinners together and the empty bed was more than enough to prove his point. She was seeing someone else.
Needless to say, it was hard for him to picture her being embraced by another man other than himself. When he closed his eyes, he thought of things he would never want to happen. But the likelihood was too massive to ignore. Yet, he could not bring himself to raise this topic to her. All because of love. Love. He snickered, resting his head against his own slender arm, eyes drifting from the door of the studio to the couch they had spent almost all their memories on. It was painful but he was an idiot. An idiot who was too good at acting; hiding his emotions.
Today, again, he returns home. Constantly following her, worshipping her like she’s god. But what if God, himself was a fraud? Then he would be a lost cause. Does God exist? If it does, is she one? The way he follows her listens to her rulings, places her before himself. Is it not the same? It was getting too much for his own brain to comprehend. Whenever he closed his eyes, the details of their love-making would rise unbidden and then fade away, only to come back. Every time this cycle repeats, it only wounds him more. Did he not know his God well enough or did he not know himself well?
The most agonising thing, though, had been maintaining the normal and peaceful life they both led together knowing his partner’s secret- the effort it required to keep bury the issue in the dark. Smiling with a tranquil gaze while his heart was being ripped slowly, piece by piece with his own hands. Acting as if everything was fine, they did their chores, chatted, ate on the same table and made love at night. Everything was the same except- their emotions.
Days turned into months, months turned into a year. It was all so fast yet, he felt as if the time was crawling. The burden he carried soon felt heavier, his shoulders began to slowly fall apart. He slowly felt his heart building up into an inferno, a more dangerous one that is. He was fearful, fearful that one day, he would just snap and the fortress that he has struggled to build with her would fall apart just like that.
“Hongjoong, I’ll be leaving first, take good care and eat your meals regularly!” She said. Her tone is sweet and full of life.
That sweet tone is now gone- every single word she says, sounds flat and her answers are all monosyllabic; yes or no. That usually bright smile, and the light pecks on the cheek she gave to him- all of it was long gone. And that was his cue to walk away. After years of living under the same roof, sharing the same bed, that was their ending. He knew that one day, no matter what, he would have to face the truth. But why was he so afraid of it? He knew everything already but what was this emotion that he was so overwhelmed with? It was as if something was pulling him, urging him to not leave. It was like getting addicted to a drug, the more mistreated he was, the more attracted he became.
All it took was one day, he lost sight of her. He happened to glance around and the next he knew, she disappeared.
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lameghost · 3 years
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!!Extreme fluff ahead, kinda suggestive? trying our different writing styles typa beat. This was inspired by Ateez- thank u. 
We were on a trip, to Chiba that is. The bus took a small stop at a nearby rest area so, here we are making our way back to the bus. As we made our way up, the other passengers began shuffling back to their seats as the driver made the last call for the remaining passengers to hop on board. The driver was a young man, he had a piercing gaze which intimidated everyone to rush back into their seats. You quickly plopped yourself onto your seat which was situated at the most back by the window. There was no way you were going to take the aisle seat with your boyfriend around. He smiles at your peaceful face knowing that you were looking forward to the trip as much as he was. 
“Yunho, are you just going to stare or are you going to sit? We are about to start moving.” You interrupted his thoughts.
He immediately shook off all his thoughts as your head landed right onto his shoulder. You were soon fast asleep he realised as the bus started moving. Mouth closed, you were breathing quietly as the bus sways. Your breath grazing his shoulder at regular beats, the sound of your heartbeat putting his heart at ease. He looks down and catches a glimpse of your bra strap through the collar of your crewneck shirt, a thin, cream-coloured strap. His mind began to wander into directing he definitely did not want it to wander to. He got chills at the idea of slowly running his fingers on your soft skin and…
“Can you pass me the bottle of water, babe? My throat feels sore.” You suddenly woke up. 
His impure thoughts were interrupted just like that. He looked away, cheeks turning a blush of rose- that peek of champagne pink. The color infused, dimpled smile that he has shown to everyone yet in your heart felt so new every time you saw it. You scrutinised his features. Pretty, handsome, he was all of it in your eyes. He’s wearing a white button-down which you had bought for him as a surprise gift during your date, paired with a beige chino, with not a single wrinkle on. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his slender white wrists. He reaches out his hand, intertwining it in yours. The both of you have been together for four years now, but he never failed to make your heart flutter with whatever he does. 
Your tour finally made a stop at the beach, your long awaited destination, Onjuku Beach in Osumi District. You dropped your bag taking in the fresh air that surrounded you. The light, serene laughter of children and their families having the time of their life in each others’ presence. The smiles that could easily light up anyone’s day, a smile you could never see again anywhere else. Jung Yunho smiles again like an idiot, just by taking in your beauty.
“Thank you for allowing me to be the one that sees you like this; for walking with me and I hope we will last like this till we breathe our last breaths,” 
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lameghost · 3 years
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TW! extremely fluffy and cheesy, two idiots who are too in love with each other to realize.
Everything that happened felt surreal. How he ended up in your arms, his warmth feeling in the empty spaces between the both of you. It was almost unbelievable how you ended up together after all that happened. The memories made you chuckle just at the thought of it. The other body in your bed began to shift as the vibrations of your laughter woke him up.
“What are you even laughing at early in the morning, sweetheart?” 
His sweet, groggy morning voice echoes the dimly lit room. You slowly lift your hand, brushing strands of his hair and lightly stroking it. He hums in delight. The sun shone brightly into his eyes, highlighting the pools of honey in his eyes. God, if he knew how beautiful he was in your eyes. 
“San, you’re ethereal, you know? It’s like I’m looking at the sun itself.”
 He lightly hits your hand, shying away from your touch after receiving such a huge compliment from his lover. He was glad to know that you thought the same way about him like how he thought of you. You slowly shuffled out of the bed and made your way to the kitchen to cook up your favourite dishes to kick start a brand new day. San follows suit, hands wrapped tightly around your waist as if you were about to leave him. The domestic atmosphere in the air sends little tremors into your stomach, creating those little butterflies that you always get around him. It does not matter how long you guys have been together, he would always hold a special place in your heart. The person who never fails to make you feel like you are all that matters in the world, like you are the main character in his little romcom. 
He takes in your scent and then drags himself to set the table for both of you. Your mind suddenly drifts to thinking about how great it would be if every day, every hour could be like this. You sighed, doubts and negative scenarios began flooding your head. What if he leaves me? Am I really good enough? Your thoughts were finally interrupted when San accidentally slams his head loudly on the dining table while trying to not fall asleep. He groans and whines as he urges you to hit the table for hurting him. You laughed at his child-like demeanor. Your worries and doubts slowly being washed away by the sound of his serene laughter. 
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lameghost · 3 years
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belief
today, again, she appears in her thoughts. like a broken record, the sound of her lullabies rings in her head. it’s so beautiful, but painful to listen to. she expresses her sorrow; by laughing on the outside. they all knew she was never okay, they ignored. only god knows the pain she was going through. only if she believed in god.
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lameghost · 3 years
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ghosting(tw pain)
it’s my birthday today
the sound of their ringing voices
fill my ears, full
but my heart empty.
a blow of the candle,
the light goes out,
I do too.
_by lame ghost 
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lameghost · 3 years
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tw!!toxic, abusive relationship, mentions of hallucinations, emotions
“I’m really sorry about my actions and how harsh my words were, I wasn’t myself. Could we forget the past and start anew?” 
She stared at her husband, at loss for words. Could he be anymore oblivious after hurting her like that? yet, she still could not shake off the feelings that she still has for him. No matter what there was always a part of her who feels the need to pity, forgive and start a new. But this was the last straw. After all, the purple and red marks told her story without a word needed to be uttered. Tears prick in the corner of her eyes. All those years for it to end this way. She scoffed. Numb. Just as she thought it was finally over, she woke up next to him with new marks.
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lameghost · 3 years
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tw!!toxic relationship, angst prompt, gn reader
“leave me alone,,
Never once have they thought that three words was enough to send their heart shattering into pieces yet full of anticipation. Was is really worth it? this whole back and forth of arguing over the same small thing. It was childish really. But somewhat they kept coming back, for more. The presence of toxicity and being treated like an object kept the adrenaline pumping throughout their being. It was like a lifeline. So, when did it all start?. 1, the day where he snapped and turned his back against them. 2, the day where he held them as they mumbled a “sorry” in the most ‘sincere’ way possible. 3, the day where they woke up and finally realized that they were really just a tool that was starting to lose its effectiveness. That was all it took to make them hooked and keep on coming back for more. The more they were ignored and pushed away, the more eager they came back. Maybe it was just that they managed to convince themselves that he actually was the missing piece they needed.
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lameghost · 3 years
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a human, their thoughts.
tw!self harm, self doubts
They sat alone in the empty room, all noises blocked by their heavy breathing as constant thoughts of doubts and insecurities loom over them like a simple possession. The sharp blade shone brightly under the illuminating light of the full moon through the crook of the window. Drip, drop. All the blood that once flowed through thick and scarlet in their veins was now slowly drowning into the velvet carpet underneath their pale body. All sense of rationality has long been forgotten. It seems like time had stopped. They knew it was wrong. They knew that no matter what the outcome was, regret was always present in those deductions. What went wrong? Where did they go wrong? Was it their fault for trusting? A glint of his brain tried to comprehend with the tiniest tad of ability to think. Every time they held on, nobody seemed to have the same amount of sincerity in their words and actions like they did. So, why did they have to go like this? 
All they wanted to feel was the overwhelming surge of emotions of being longed and loved by someone, it doesn’t have to be honest. Just words of affirmations and signs that they actually care even if it was all a puppet show to begin with. Was that too much to ask for? it seemed that luck was never on their side to begin with. Broken home, broken heart, broken family, broken trust. It never ends. Yet, somewhat, somewhere they still felt hope. A voice or a recurring dream that constantly convinces them that there is someone out there who cares. Who were they kidding? Those feelings didn’t even had to be genuine, as long as that someone could make use of them for their own good land kept them around and alive, that was more than enough. 
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