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hornyhermitry · 4 months

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The Ghost of Christmas Past - A Bonten Christmas Carol

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Rated: Teen

Characters: Takeomi, Shinichiro, Sanzu, Bonten

Word Count: 8668

Summary:

Where Takeomi Akashi, the hard-hearted middle-aged criminal advisor to Japan's most infamous crime syndicate Bonten is visited by the ghost of his former best friend and gang leader Shinichiro Sano and the spirits of Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come to turn his life around.

A Bonten take on the classic Christmas Carol.

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A long time ago in a Tokyo of a time long past, a very inconspicuous boy by the name of Shinichiro Sano used to have a dream of bringing back the golden age of biker gangs.

By the time the events of this story unfolded, Shinichiro Sano was dead as a door nail and had been for a long time.

Bonten’s veteran advisor Takeomi Akashi was intimately aware of this. During their time as leading duo for the infamous biker gang Black Dragon, Shinichiro and him had been best friends for many years before the leader’s untimely death. As the naturally more amicable of the two, Shinichiro Sano rallied all kinds of delinquent youths under his banner and put up his best friend Takeomi as his vice president to make the strategic calls to grow their numbers and earn the respect they deserved.

This youthful ambition set in motion the events that would, many years down the line, indirectly cause the death of Shinichiro Sano.

Losing his leader, his friend and the only person who saw more in him than the mediocre guy with a bad temper and a collection of vices to rival the worst - hurt him in a way he had never thought possible. He wouldn’t be able to say when it started, but the pain of being left behind got less over time. Nevertheless, no matter how many years passed, his best friend’s death had taken something from Takeomi that he never managed to get back.

Despite taking on Sano’s figurative legacy in the form of his brother’s gang formed from the ashes of Shinichiro’s, Takeomi Akashi did not take on Sano’s literal legacy:

S S Motors.

Still, the abrasive gambler never had it in him to change out the sign for Shinichiro’s old bike shop. It remained hung above the window front, letters slowly fading. Forever a reminder of the friend he had lost too soon.

While the shop had not gone to him, it still was occasionally used by the boys Shinichiro had taken in during his days as a mechanic. Takeomi never had any remarkable technical skills the way Shinichiro had and would often just leave scratches in immaculate paint as soon as he touched a wrench or a screwdriver with hands unstable from drinking, not to mention the hazardous spills of oil buckets while he hung around smoking one after another.

No, he was never as good at anything as his former best friend was and it had always reflected in people’s demeanour towards him.

As the years had gone by and their shared past faded, fewer and fewer people ever bothered to chat him up on the street. Takeomi couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard an “Hey, Akashi-kun. How are you doing?” from someone not under Bonten’s boot and small talking to buy time.

With his fall into alcoholism after his friend’s death, years of gambling debt and unemployment, even the most benevolent acquaintances had rid themselves of him.

A lot of time had passed since those darkest days and Takeomi had managed to pull himself up again to work as advisor for Shinichiro’s little brother running Japan’s most infamous crime syndicate now. But the amount of people that had a kind word for him were few and far between.

His moody, disgruntled personality perhaps played a role in that, but what gives.

This Christmas eve, Takeomi Akashi sat in a stuffy backroom of a Bonten-owned gambling hole and was busy counting the monthly profits.

Outside it was bleak and dark. Despite the clock only striking four in the afternoon, the sun was nearly done setting and the theoretically colourfully illuminated Tokyo alleys were swallowed up by a thick fog.

In order to keep an eye on the owner vacuuming the stained carpets and picking up stray gambling chips, Takeomi had left the door open and checked what he was doing every few stacks.

For a while now this place had been behind in turning over the expected profits and only last month Takeomi had made the call to cap their monthly expenses for heating and electricity. What he counted so far didn’t look good. They’d probably have to shut the place down or give it into more capable hands.

Already uncomfortably cold due to the turned off heating, the man only clad in a white shirt and red waistcoat shivered and rubbed his own upper arms when the door opened and a gust of cold air swept through the premises.

A familiar voice snarked across the hall. “Merry Christmas or something, old man.”

Takeomi did not need to see the pink mane to know who had just dropped in. It was his estranged brother who nowadays went by the name of Haruchiyo Sanzu.

Before the older man was able to kick the door shut in his face, Sanzu had stepped into the room and extended an arm to hold the door in place.

“If you’re gonna keep grouching like that, chances are Enma’s gonna let you roam the deep lakes for half an eternity before swallowing your soul, you know.”

Always the notorious chainsmoker, Takeomi dismissively exhaled a breath of smoke and threw a pack of bills into the bag between his feet. “Anyone still celebrating Christmas should be strangled with one of those stupid wreaths and lit up like a candle. What do you want?”

Sanzu briefly thought about the Christmas evenings with his older brother back when he had still been a kid. He could not remember any gift he’d gotten. Money had always been tight, despite their father being gone all day and night to bring home some of it. What he did remember though was sitting around the kotatsu in the living room - their little sister maybe 4 years old, him barely much older and Takeomi heavy-handedly lobbing pieces of fried chicken onto their plates. He remembered how his older brother accidentally knocked his beer can over in the process and started cursing like a sailor, only to get an even worse fit about it when he remembered about the little girl at the table and frantically jerked back and forth between the plates and trying to cover her ears while cursing even more.

Back then, as a kid, it had scared him a little. If he thought about it now, there was a slight comedic edge to it.

There was no love lost between Haruchiyo Sanzu and his older brother Takeomi Akashi - the name change was the most glaring proof of that. The slender man with facial scars as prominent as his brother’s was hard-pressed to come up with any kind of fond memory of their shared past. And yet, looking back as an adult, Sanzu had come to see that Takeomi had always tried to do his best for them. After all, he wasn’t the one who had wanted kids, but the one who stepped up to save what was left to save after their parents neglect.

Sanzu also remembered how little Senju’s crystal-blue eyes had lit up that night when she unwrapped a training jacket with the Sano dojo logo on it while he was busy doing the dishes like Takeomi had told him to. She had run around looking for Takeomi to thank him, and bumped into his leg while he was on the phone in the hallway. Takeomi punched the wall and his voice came out louder than he intended to as he yelled into the speaker that their father might as well be dead if he never bothered to be around and angrily hung up.

Senju looked up at Takeomi and started to cry on the spot. Takeomi’s shoulders dropped down, once again unintentionally having scared his siblings with anger not directed at them.

Sanzu had watched him sigh deeply and then ruffle the little girl’s head apologetically before turning his head yelling for the blonde boy to remember to look after their sister.

“You know…” Sanzu fumbled a cigarette out of his waistcoat and lit it. “You can bitch about Christmas all you want, but you weren’t always this miserable. There was a time you tried.”

The older man’s facial scar crinkled when he narrowed his eyes and gestured for his junior to bugger off. “You’ve always been too sentimental for your own good, Haruchiyo. Grow up.”

Turning on his heel, the pink-haired man lingered in the door frame for a moment.

“Thanks to you I did, a long time ago.”

Not waiting for another reply, thin long fingers waved goodbye to the man with a cash bag between his feet.

“Hurry up, Mikey-san wants to know if it’s time to tear this place down or not.”

Takeomi grunted and got back to the task at hand.

After some time the man, approximately the same age as the one doing the counting, hesitantly peeked into the backroom again. “Is it enough, Akashi-san?”

Dark brown eyes met in silence. There was no need for words to get the message across. When the realization sunk in, sweat formed on the rattish employee’s forehead despite the bitter cold around them.

“Is there nothing to be done? Can you at least postpone the closure until the new year?”

"You owe Bonten, Tanaka-san. We’ve given you enough chances. Finish up and hand me over the keys to this place.” The middle-aged casino owner was too baffled to react, so Takeomi decided to bark him out of his shock. “MOVE IT.”

“B-but Akashi-san, I live here.”

“Not Bonten’s problem, not my problem. Only proves you’ve been dragging out the inevitable for even longer than we thought.”

Stuttering the man fell onto his knees and put his head to the ground.

As if on cue, a throaty cough could be heard from upstairs, immediately followed by a wailing baby.

“I beg you, Akashi-san. Only 2 more weeks to help me figure out something else, we have nowhere to go.”

Takeomi’s right foot pushed the man back by his shoulder and he snipped the cigarette stump against his forehead.

“Not my problem. Now grab your lot, give me the keys and get out.”

Takeomi’s big scarred hands pulled the collar of his wool coat closer to his ears.It really was exceptionally cold today for a Tokyo winter. The climate was changing noticeably in recent years and it showed on days like this. When the Bonten advisor stepped out of the Konbini, plastic bag with cheap snacks and drinks in hand, he could barely see four steps ahead. Most of his surroundings were eaten up by the fog, and the area he lived in usually was gloomy already regardless of this weather making it that much worse.

Since his gig at little Manjiro’s syndicate had started, the former bosozoku with the glaring facial scar dooming him to a life of crime either way, had not only made his way out of his own piled up debt, but also looked after the well-being of all their shared finances to make sure his best friend’s legacy was safe.

He had learned his lesson during his gambling days. Long gone was the time of living beyond his means. Takeomi lived in a humble place - a one-room in a big run down apartment complex. Small. Convenient. Close to SS Motors. Easy to keep tidy, even if he never bothered and just lived in his dirt for the most part.

His shoes clacked past his late friends’ store when just before turning a corner, Takeomi felt a shiver run up his spine and turned around. For a brief moment he thought he saw Shinichiro in the shop window next to the latest refurbished zipper bike. His face untouched by the years gone by. Spit got caught in his throat as he wanted to shout and he ended up coughing into his cold hands. When the man looked up again, his friend was gone.

Muttering to himself, he climbed up the stairs to his flat and unlocked the door.

As usual, he had instant ramen and an onigiri for dinner by himself and washed it down with some Asahi. For a few times his phone screen lit up, but Takeomi was not in the habit of letting others interrupt his dinner time, come what may, so he ignored it. Indecisively flipping through the channels, he eventually fell asleep in front of his old tv.

A shrill noise woke the man in open dress pants and a white undershirt from his nap. Startled, he hurled insults at the unknown source of the noise - that turned out to be an obnoxious tv ad for a singing moose santa to mount on your living room wall.

Takeomi fell flat on his back and stared at the ceiling. He was so utterly fed up with this Christmas nonsense. All this noise, the bright lights, stupid songs everywhere and families rushing through the streets in their struggle to find some latest gadget to gift their kids spoiled rotten. He hated it. The sentimentality of it, the compulsive gifting, the forced joy. His thoughts trailed off to his childhood, a time so long gone he couldn’t even remember the face of his mother anymore. She had left his dad and him when he was 14, when his siblings were in kindergarten. The only thing he faintly remembered was the way her heavy perfume mixed with cigarette smoke used to tickle his nose.

As he sat back up and turned his head to look for the remote, his glance fell onto a figure sitting cross-legged in front of him in silence.

Takeomi’s eyes widened.

Dorky as ever, the black-haired figure waved at him.

This had to be some prank. Takeomi’s eyes widened.

“What is this? Who’s doing this?”

“Come on now, Omi. It’s me, Shinichiro. We used to be best friends, remember?”

Scrambling to his feet, Takeomi went to search the kitchen and the balcony for the perpetrator responsible for this stage play.

“There is no way you are Shin, this is some stupid VR trick or something.” His voice thundered through his flat. “SANZU!? Where are you? Did you lace my dinner with some of your shit again?”

The unnaturally transparent boy in his living room laughed.

“It’s really me, Takeomi. I am here to give you a heads up, so listen up you old grump. You’ve been on a pretty bad downward spiral since I’m not around anymore. I’m a bit worried where you’re headed like this. My hands are kind of tied -”

Spectral hands splayed and held in front of his chest, the thing claiming to be Shinichiro gestured apologetically and chuckled.

“So here’s what we will do with you, old man. I’ll be sending some hauntings your way. Heed their warnings..”

Bushy eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean ‘hauntings’? What nonsense is this? SANZU!?” The upset advisor looked behind curtains and wardrobes alike, but he couldn’t find anyone else in his flat. Finally coming to terms with the ghostly visitor in his living room, Takeomi turned to look him up and down for good, but the lanky figure was already disappearing towards the balcony.

“Shin! Wait! Is it really -”

Even as a spectre, Shinichiro looked the same way he always had. Loose, ripped jeans and an oil-smeared white tee that was a mess even in his friend’s transparent state. Last but not least, his messy hair stood up in all directions as it always had after a day of screwing together a machine.

Big black eyes curled into crescents and with a wide grin, the ghost of Shinichiro Sano disappeared off the balcony into the night.

Takeomi slumped back onto his floor pillow and - fumbling with a new beer can without looking at it - stared at the night sky outside.

Surely this must have been his stupid brother’s prank or something.

The encounter weighed more heavily on him than he wanted to admit and he fell into a deep sleep only a few sips in.

When Takeomi awoke, it was still dark and the clock on the tv screen displayed a slim white 1:00 in the top right corner. His phone buzzed and nearly gave him a heart attack. The slippery thing evaded his long fingers like a fish struggling against being caught, but there was not an issue a bit of impatient violence didn’t fix. Outraged by what was on the display, the man in his mid 40s blinked a few times to make sure he was awake.

“From: Shin

First one coming right up.”

Eyebrows looking angry by default curled over the bridge of Takeomi’s strong nose. First one … what …?

“Over here.” A familiar voice made the advisor look up.

At the other end of the room stood a white-haired boy whose face looked too old for his otherwise youthful appearance.

None the wiser at a first glance, Takeomi rubbed his eyes before getting up and approaching the oddly familiar looking apparition. There was something about the tanned skin and the deep purple eyes that called to a forgotten memory of his.

“Who … what … are you?”

A gentle, yet eerie smile lit up the boy’s face.

“I’m the ghost of Christmas past, Akashi-san. Catch up.”

In his hand he held a hanafuda card that caught Takeomi’s attention. Could it be this was …?

“Kurokawa, is that you?”

Not answering, the white-haired boy turned away from the man and did something with the card in his hand.

“Follow me.”

Unsettled, Takeomi reached for the button up shirt he had carelessly thrown onto the floor earlier and put it on. He had a feeling the white wifebeater wouldn’t do for where they would be going. He scrambled to get into his shoes as well, threw on a jacket and stumbled after the much shorter apparition.

As Izana mumbled something he could not make out, the kitchen wall disappeared and the two of them stepped onto a snow covered driveway.

“Does this look familiar to you?”

Following his guide’s gaze, Takeomi noticed the very peculiar front door. Made of dark wood and with some thick glass tiles at its center. Nothing unusual about that type of door, but the glass tiles were badly cracked and makeshift taped over with multiple layers of duct tape.

Inside someone shouted and hectic tapping of little feet on the wooden floorboard could be heard.

The door opened and a little boy with black hair and eager eyes looked up at Takeomi.

Realization hit him like a truck. This was the last Christmas he had spent with both his parents together. He was looking back into his own eyes.

“Oto-san, you’re home!!”

Young Takeomi’s face lit up with excitement.

Insecure and a little concerned, Takeomi turned around to see if there was anyone behind him.

Indeed there was.

His father, younger than Takeomi himself was now, was walking towards them and waving happily.

A prickle he had not felt in a long time spread in his eyes. He could not remember his father ever looking that young. Neither could he remember the way it felt to be so happy to see him. The years that came after this had made the both of them pay their dues. And all because -

A tiny slender hand wrapped around young Takeomi’s shoulder from behind.

“There you are, Tsu. Better late than never.”

The knot Takeomi had not noticed in his throat tightened. He was scared to look up from his younger self’s shoulders.

Izana knocked his elbow against his.

“Must have been nice to spend your childhood with a mother.”

The sheer bluntness of that remark snapped Takeomi out of his dread and after biting back that she was barely there for the most of it, he looked up and his face lost all colour.

She had been beautiful. So young and beautiful. A lump of spit got stuck in the man’s throat and he wished he had brought his cigarettes.

No wonder his father had three children with a wife like that. And she was barely older than Shinichiro was when he died. On her arm she had a little toddler whose crystalline eyes were framed by beautiful lashes.

Cold ran down his spine and suddenly Takeomi felt very old between the memory of his best friend, that friend’s family’s late stepson, his younger self and his parents barely half his own age.

Where had all the years gone?

His feet moved before his mind caught up, but Izana waved the card that would become the core of Bonten’s logo. Instead of touching his mother’s cheek, Takeomi stumbled into a whirling fog and lost his balance.

The shock of seeing his long gone parents so vividly had dispersed the comfortable daze the evening’s cans of beer had gifted him.

Mouth and eyes wide open he cursed loudly when his knees gave way and he hit the floor. Falling on his ass was way more painful than the former delinquent remembered.

“What are you doing, Takeomi? Get up, we gotta get out of here. NOW!”

The man’s heart skipped a beat and in he looked up.

Face roughened up pretty badly but still grinning like an idiot, Shinichiro held out his hand to him.

“Shin… ?”

Still struggling with temporal and physical disorientation the scarred man hesitantly held up his hand.

“Gotcha.”

One jerk and Takeomi was back on his feet again while Shinichiro donkey-kicked a rival gang member to get him off their back.

Confused when realizing Shinichiro had pulled him up but hadn’t actually pulled HIM up, Takeomi watched his past self jump over Shin’s bike to get to his own and start the engine.

Nodding towards the machines, Izana’s ghost indicated for the two of them to get on as well.

Teenage Takeomi was already kicking the stand back so the older man hurled his creaking bones onto the backseat and off they went.

Chest and heart full of excitement the boys changed gears, yelled triumphantly and sped off into the night.

His own voice cut through the night air as the scenery whizzed by. “That was the best one yet, Shin. Did you see how Hiro ran away?” “You mean when he realized there’ll be no reinforcements?” Laughter shook both their bodies and they slowed down for a moment. Shinichiro briefly turned around and said something before focussing back on the road. Whatever it was he said, it did not reach Takeomi’s brain because that confident smile was like a spear through Takeomi’s heart. They say time heals all wounds, and in a way you do forget the pain. It becomes a pale aftertaste of a memory you can grasp less with each year that passes. But this same way, you also forget the happiness. You forget just HOW happy you were. Forgotten the elation of flying high on excitement with a good friend. How high they had flown together and made the most out of life. So many years fell by and none had brought a memory fonder than riding his bike with his best friend after a crazy fight. Tears that he had kept in for a long time rolled down Takeomi’s cheeks. The feeling of wind in his hair, the humming engine between his thighs, the adrenaline high after a brawl and Shinichiro leading the way in front of him with a smile. He barely took note of Izana changing the scenery once again, because he was bawling his eyes out over the loss of his friend. Again.

Back against the wall, Takeomi slid down to squat on the pavement and rubbed the tears off his face with his sleeve.

The only thing worse than bad memories were good memories you could never relive again.

With a loud sniff he pulled up the snot stuck in his nose and looked around.

There was nothing he wanted more right now than a stiff drink and a cigarette. His eyes were red and his nose stung from crying.

Performing a coquettish sort of bow, the white-haired spectral boy keeping him company pulled the curtain of a close-by bar aside just in time for the bouncer to come out.

Shaken from the jump in time, Takeomi pushed himself up on wobbling legs and stepped aside from his spot to watch the scene unfold.

He knew too well what he was looking at. At this point in time he must have been in his early to mid 20s. Black Dragon had been disbanded and he had found himself struggling with status and purpose, all too suddenly left to his own means and goals. No matter what time in his life, Takeomi Akashi had never been good at setting goals, not for himself nor for anyone else. He was the guy who stood beside someone grander and cleared the way for them. The guy who did the talking and the deals. Not the guy with a vision.

When the suited gorilla grabbed his former self by the collar and pulled him in close, Takeomi’s attention returned to the scene at hand.

“Stop causing trouble for Imaushi-san, A k a s h i .”The bouncer spat the last word into his face and shoved him onto the boardwalk. “He doesn’t need your kind here, you’re upsetting paying customers. Get lost.”

Takeomi watched himself flip the guy off and then walk away with his hands shoved into his pockets.

Only this time he noticed that his old friend Wakasa Imaushi who owned the bar had stood in the dim entrance and watched him make an ass out of himself. Wakasa was never one to let his emotions show on his face, but Takeomi could read his mannerisms well enough. The way the long chewed-off odango stick rolled from side to side between his lips was a dead giveaway for how angry his old friend was at him.

It stung to think back about this time in his life. This was where he had really lost the plot for a long time.

Melancholic and really wishing for a drink, Takeomi turned to his ghostly guide.

“Can we go now?”

The purple orbs seemed to stare into his soul. Quietly, a tanned finger was raised. Takeomi expected a mean remark, but instead the apparition merely pointed at the alley next to him and kept staring.

Takeomi swallowed.

What else could he possibly want to show him?

Reluctantly putting up with the odd request, Takeomi wiped his dirty sleeve at the side of his jacket and walked ahead. Grumbling, of course.

“This better be quick.”

Izana Kurokawa’s voice was gentle. “My time on this plane with you is nearly over. Walk on.”

After a while, the road led to a seemingly regular building. Skipping ahead of him a few steps, Izana opened the gate and beckoned for the man sunken in thought to come on in.

What he had seen had already been plenty for such a short time. Too much was going on in Takeomi’s head about the paths his life had gone down. When he looked up, r e a l l y wishing for a smoke, the building towering in front of him did not ring any bell for Takeomi. Where was he?

Stepping through the gate, the two travellers were met by what seemed to be a group of mourners. Some of the faces seemed familiar. Just behind a nearby pillar, Takeomi spotted a familiar purple-yellow dye job stood next to a burly guy nearly twice his size.

This had to be …

Wakasa spat his trademark odango stick on the ground. “Playing poker over his last money, like always.”

Paralyzed by the shocking realization setting in, Takeomi stared at the scene. Guilt chased ice-cold goosebumps across his skin and his heart sunk.

“Kurokawa! Get me out of here!”

“This is a shadow of what has already been in the past. Don’t blame me for your own shortcomings, Akashi.”

A nonchalant shrug followed his words.

Over at the pillar, the tall beefy guy with the buzzcut lost control of his temper for a moment. With one big fist he punched the wooden structure and hurled a curse at it.

The conversations around them stopped and everyone turned to look at the odd pair they knew to be close with the deceased.

Apologetically bowing, picking up the wooden skewer and lowering their voices, Imaushi and Arashi carried on.

“It’s a disgrace. Missing his best friends funeral.” Wakasa cleaned the dirt off his stick and stuck it between his teeth again. The taller of the two grunted. “It should be him who’s dead and not Shinichiro.”

“Take me home!” Takeomi exclaimed. “I cannot bear this any longer.”

As he struggled with the shame and anger burning up his face, Izana complied with his request and brought them back to his apartment with a snap of his fingers.

Exhausted and breathing heavily, Takeomi sank to his knees. Not daring to look up at his visitor, his place, the outside world, or anyone and anything in the world, his fingernails cut deep into the tatami mats underneath him. For a long time he remained in this desperate, prayer-like pose and just sobbed.

Finally, he had nothing left to let out anymore and sank into a heavy sleep next to his kotatsu.

When Takeomi awoke, it was still dark, even though it should have been another day by now. The clock on the tv screen displayed a slim white 1:00 in the top right corner. His phone buzzed again, just like the night before. Again, it nearly gave him a heart attack. With his fingers still half asleep he came close to dropping it multiple times, but this time he fared a little better. It fell flat onto his face, once, but other than that he managed.

The words displayed on the screen dispersed his hopes of this all just being a bad dream.

“From: Shin

Number two is ready for you. Don’t get too hung up over who he is.”

Frowning, Takeomi stared at the screen and reread the message. In fact, he reread it so often, you’d have thought he was looking for a secret code hidden in those barely 10 words. Once he bothered to get up, he saw an unexpected guest leaning against his kitchen counter.

“Manjiro.”

He gave a quick nod and lit a long desired cigarette. “Sorry, I think I overslept.” The man still not fully awake rubbed his temples and took a drag of his cigarette.

“Did Sanzu share yesterday’s outcome with you already? We’ll have to shut the casino down. I already kicked the guy out.” Noticing his boss’s short hair was back to his natural color he asked “Did you get your hair done today? Looks good.”

Unmoved, Mikey stared back at him.

“I’m not your Manjiro, Akashi-san. I am a different timeline’s Manjiro. More importantly, I am the ghost of Christmas present.”

By now, Takeomi Akashi did not have it in him anymore to fight what was going on. He had always hated effort and he wanted this to be over and to have a drink. And some smokey meat skewers.

“A different timeline you say? How many of you are out there?” Chewing on his cigarette filter he wondered if there was a timeline where he was rich and drowning in pussy with Shinichiro still alive.

“Many. Now follow me.”

When the alternate Mikey turned away from him, Takeomi noticed the dragon tattoo winding around his neck. Did he get that because … ? The pensiveness only lasted for a few moments. Not waiting around for the man of the hour, the very thin looking Mikey had already opened a pathway and gone through. Takeomi stumped his cigarette out on another day’s plate and followed the apparition with hasty strides.

On the other side of the ominous fog a party seemed to be going on. Most of Bonten was mixing with some patrons and regulars. The lighting was fairly dim and the barstools and sofas spread around the place were visibly past their prime. Old-fashioned japanese pop music played on metallic sounding speakers. A long stage protruded from the other end of the room into its centre, a pole prominent where it was closest to the tables arranged for patrons.

Over at the bar, the Haitani brothers were sipping champagne flutes with a few slender women between them whose dresses seemed a bit too revealing for regular guests. Seated at a table close to the stage, Mochi was talking to a group of young men. Judging by their training suits and polished leather shoes it was very likely they were the new bunch of loan sharks who wanted a merger with Bonten. Some beer had already been spilled over the table, much to the dismay of Ran Haitani who accidentally bumped into it with a drunk lady on his arm, staining his designer suit with stale alcohol. Hands in his pockets, Rin angrily stormed after him, slapping one of the loan sharks on the back of his head in passing. They disappeared behind the curtains at the end of the room, but not before Ran visibly grimaced at the taste of the champagne and poured the rest of his glass into a flower pot next to the stage.

At the far end of the room Takeomi could make out two silver manes sitting in one of the more private booths and just when he started to wonder where his own flesh and blood was, shots could be heard, followed by loud shouting.

Messy hair covering his facial disfigurement, Kakucho peeked out from the booth where Hajime Kokonoi and the real Manjiro Sano were also sitting, and whistled sharply to shut the mad dog up.

The mad dog in question popped up from behind a sofa and walked in big, exaggerated strides over to his boss.

“Miiiikey~ I have a complaaaaint to maake.” He spoke oddly melodic.

Kakucho hissed. “Get a grip on your state of mind or leave the boss alone.”

Sanzu responded with a wild laugh. Bending over to look Mikey straight in the eyes, he temporarily stuffed the gun he was still holding into the front of his pants.

“That true, Mikey? Am I bothering you?”

The ever enigmatic head of Japan’s biggest crime syndicate let slip a mild smile.

“What’s on your mind, Haru?”

Sanzu forcefully slammed the table with his fist.

“I think this party is shit. Where’s the good booze?” He spread his arms and gestured around the room. “Where’s the girls in skanky reindeer outfits begging to ride my sleigh and letting me blow some snow off their tits? Where’s the Christmas lights and the music? What the FUCK is this?”

Takeomi’s eyes went wide at the audacity to talk with their boss like that. Childhood friends or not, this was unacceptable behaviour for his little brother. Koko got up and carefully pulled Sanzu a few steps away from Mikey.

“That’s nothing to do with Mikey-san, Sanzu. Let it go.”

Sanzu shoved him back and kicked one of the chairs away.

“He’s the boss, is he not?”

Now Kakucho also stepped in and grabbed Sanzu by the shoulders. His voice was low so the externals would not hear more than they already had.

“You know who advises us on the budgets. Kokonoi can only work with what he gets approved.”

The worn out cassette tape playing late 60s enka in the background hit a rough spot and the emotional singing distorted into slowed down demon noises.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Sanzu exploded and flipped over a table.

“FUCK TAKEOMI. We work hard enough every day, what’s the issue with a little fun at the end of the year. Why does he always have to piss around about the money, we have enough.”

Rindou split the curtains open and returned to the main room. “That was the worst handjob I’ve gotten in a long time. Fuck these cheap hookers. Fuck Takeomi for booking them.”

As the younger brother lit a cigarette, Ran also stepped through the heavy curtains, closing his zipper. “That alcohol the stingy twat organized expired half a year ago. I wasn’t planning on spending my Christmas on the shitter.”

One of the patrons joined in.

“Yeah fuck him, only 2 weeks ago he raised our tribute fee.”

All Bonten executives turned their heads to look at the guy who immediately raised his hands to his chest. “Apologies. Nevermind.”

“And he had the audacity to tell me how he hates Christmas. Figures, if you are that stingy with the preparations. It’s good he’s home alone now, at least his miserable mood can’t ruin this evening any further.”

Ran Haitani clicked his tongue. “Maybe he’ll do us all a favour and die over night so Kokonoi can take over the finances and get me some Veuve Cliquot instead of this rat poison.”

The conversation between executives started spiraling into more and more primitive jokes at the expense of Takeomi who could do nothing but watch. He cringed in suppressed anger and shame.

“It’s enough. I get it. Let’s go.”

Black eyes stared back at him without saying a word. In the background, Rindou Haitani put on his sunglasses, pulled down the corners of his mouth comically wide and puffed his cigarette away hands-in-pockets and legs spread wide like a cartoon character.

“OoOH LisTen To Me. I’ve BeeN In The BusinEss AlREaDY WhilE All oF YoU weRe StiLL WeT BehinD The Ears. LiSten To Me. CriME is SeriouS. MoneY Comes FasT And GoeS Fast. SavE it. YoU HavE TO HonOr ShiniCHiros LeGacy. I’m TakeOmi GRRRRR.”

Sanzu cackled and threw back a shot.

“There’s no need for me to listen to anymore of this, let me go now.” Cheeks flush with rage and embarrassment, Takeomi turned away from the scene and walked out the run down nightclub. Outside, Mikey suddenly stood in front of him again and pointed down the street. Takeomi’s gaze followed the gesture and saw a thick cloud of fog wafting towards him, a dark figure hidden inside.

His phone buzzed inside his pocket. He didn’t need to look at it to know Shinichiro had just announced the third and last visitor.

Something from Alice in Wonderland came to his mind when he heard the manic giggle from within the fog.

“First the smile, then the cat.” or something like that.

Or, in case of the tall bony figure in a dark cloak emerging from the fog - first the sin, then the punishment.

There was someone Takeomi had not seen in a long time. The apparition’s face was hidden under the hood of its dark cloak, but there was no doubt about this being the former Kabukicho Reaper.

Takeomi swallowed an uncomfortable feeling of approaching dread and stepped closer.

“You are the ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, then?” Much like the previous apparition, this one did not seem to be one for many words. The hooded figure merely nodded and floated past him. A steady murmur accompanied their walk that made the uneasy advisor conjure images of ghostly hands reaching for his ankles to pull him onto the other side. He shivered and jogged after the last ghost, who had stopped next to a bunch of suited elderly men.

One with a very prominent chin shrugged his shoulders. “No, I don’t know. It’s not like they let us in on those details.” Another one wearing sunglasses despite the advanced time of day lit a cigarette and handed the lighter to the guy next to him. “You think it was natural?” His buddy took the lighter and stashed it into his breast pocket. Some long-faced younger guy chimed in. “I know Kobayashi held a grudge over some deal gone south.” “Didn’t he have a personal bodyguard?” The grey-haired one with the sunglasses took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled. “Yeah, but word is his loyalties lay elsewhere after a bad falling out with the old fucker.”

At first, Takeomi was surprised at the random conversation. When the chatter took a turn and jokes about the deceased’s smoking habits fell, a glum feeling spread in his stomach. He turned to the silent guide by his side. Before he could ask about the suspicion that lay heavy on his heart, the robed figure started moving again and motioned for him to come along. His feet moved on their own and it was the crunching sound of gravel underneath his soles that drew the ageing executive’s attention back to where they were going.

Around them were vertical columns made from grey stone standing out against barren trees. A bit further down the gravel way, a familiar group of people exited the shrine towering above the premises.

Takeomi’s hand started to shake and his knees felt weak. A lightheadedness took over that spun reality around. Was this …?

Hesitantly, he staggered towards the grave pillar his colleagues were headed towards as well and cold sweat formed on his skin.

His usually full-bodied voice was a feeble husk of itself.

“I will look, Kabukicho Reaper. But first tell me this: Is this the shadow of what will be or the shadow of what could be?”

The tall harbinger of what was to come pointed the hand spelling “Punishment” towards the grave.

“Men’s choices in life foreshadow certain ends to the paths they walk.”

Trembling as he went, Takeomi Akashi staggered towards the stone structure as a wave of nausea hit him.

Unsteady hands reached for support and he laid a flat palm against the side of the column, forcing bile back down his throat. Amber eyes looked up and read the writing on the stone. Fear violently shook his body and his eyes went wide.

TAKEOMI AKASHI

10th March 1981 - 22nd December 2023

Takeomi couldn’t help it. Convulsing, he broke down and spat bitter stomach acid onto the earth.

“Is there nothing I can do? I never meant to become like this. I was just trying to save what was left of your legacy. Shin! Can you hear me?” Sobbing, he smacked his hands against his own grave. “It’s so damn hard to live without you, Shinichiro. What do you want me to do? How should I have cheer and support for all your boys when you left me behind all those years ago?

I miss you so much. I miss you so much it breaks my heart every day.”

His little brother was the first to walk past and he spat on the ground between his feet. “Rot in hell, you old bastard.”

The sobbing man barely took note of the other Bonten executives’ harsh words as they passed his grave and flicked cigarette bums and crumpled up receipts against it.

“All I want is to ride by your side, Shin. I don’t know what to do if you don’t tell me.”

Tears streamed down his face and blurred his vision.

“I miss you.”

He carelessly wiped snot into his sleeve. A new wave of tears shook him again.

“I don’t want them to hate me. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.”

For a long time, Takeomi sat leaned against his own grave, crying into his hands.

When he finally had no tears left to spill and his vision slowly cleared, he looked up at the phantom in front of him with reddened eyes. “Is there nothing I can do to prevent my death?”

The dark spectre wobbled, as if in acknowledgement. Then it shrunk and collapsed in on itself, turning into a bedpost.

Agitated, Takeomi looked around. He was back at his own place. Alone.

The clock displayed 1:00 AM. Again.

Exhausted, he fell back into his sheets and passed out within seconds.

Takeomi awoke to a long chiming ringing at his door. Throwing the bed covers off, he hobbled to the entrance in nothing but his briefs and pressed the button to let the mailman in.

“Good morning!” He opened the door wide.

“Good morning, Akashi-san!”

The mailman was so used to Takeomi opening the door in all kinds of states, he barely noticed the lack of clothes.

Furrowed brows stared at the floor between naked feet and then amber eyes looked up at the visitor inquisitively.

“What day is it today?”

“Had a rough night again?”

Takeomi grimaced.

“Could say it like that.”

The mailman laughed and pointed at the field requiring a recipient signature reading 24/12 as delivery date.

“It’s Christmas eve.”

Zoning out, Takeomi scribbled his signature onto the display and waved the postman goodbye, wishing him happy holidays.

There was still time.

An hour later, Takeomi’s small flat simultaneously looked like a bomb had hit and like he was the head of the secret service’s communication department. Open magazines, telephone books (yes, he was a sentimental oldie who still kept old-fashioned telephone books), scribbled notes and everything else that had been in shelves gathering dust was scattered across the place and Takeomi sat cross-legged on the floor, cigarette in mouth and industriously made one phone call after another.

Flagged as urgent, he sent a location to the Bonten group chat when everything else was done.

“TONIGHT. 8PM. HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT. MERRY CHRISTMAS”

“No way he did all of this within a day.” Ran laughed politely at what the silver-haired accountant was telling him. Koko leaned in closer to the purple-haired man next to him and whispered more aggressively.

“I’m telling you. He was acting like a man possessed. Thank you.” Nodding to the waiter offering flying food, Hajime Kokonoi grabbed an hors d’oeuvre and took a bite. Loud music was floating through the exclusive event location and laughter bubbled up from the other end of the room where Kanji Mochizuki was toasting with a bunch of loan sharks to a successful merger.

“Yesterday he still had some other place booked but something must have gotten into him. First thing this morning he called the whole thing off and redid it.”

Equipped with two champagne flutes in his hands, Ran’s brother bumped into the gossiping executives. “Can you believe it? The bar is fully stacked with Moet & Chandon. There’s Imperial even. He really went all out.”

Violet irises looked up at the scantily clad dancers getting busy on elevated platforms around the room.

Signalling one of them to come down, Ran nodded. “He did. No two ways about it.”

Rindou took a sip of his drink and scanned the crowd distorted by a red and green light show for his best friend.

Bonten’s mad dog was helping a hostess in reindeer underwear sat on his lap to spread some snow on the mirror in front of them. To his left and right were his childhood-friend-turned-boss and his older brother - subtly directing bar & kitchen staff from where he was seated to offer refills before they were needed.

Noticing the Haitani brothers looking over to them, Takeomi elbowed Sanzu’s hip and pointed to them.

Somewhere on the dance floor, a drunk patron shouted.

“A SPEECH.”

Reinvigorated from a fresh line of coke, Sanzu lapped that input up like a dog and joined the shouting.

“YES! A SPEECH!”

Leaning over the edge of the sofa from behind, Takeomi’s friend Wakasa exchanged glances with Bonten’s big boss and pushed the scar-faced man off the seat.

Outraged and caught off guard, Takeomi jerked around to give that short statured troublemaker what he deserved, but decided against it when droopy eyes challenged the former gang colleague to try.

“Go on, old man. Don’t make your best friend’s quiet little brother do it.”

Voice rumbling in from behind, the big ex-Black Dragon who rarely left Imaushi’s side in public chimed in as well.

“We all know you love the attention, Takeomi. Off you go.”

Bashful at first, Takeomi Akashi scratched his neck and didn’t know what to say. He looked around and his gaze wandered across dozens of people happily celebrating and enjoying the treats. Mumbling into his drink as he took a sip for inspiration he couldn’t spot a single person seeming to have a bad time and something in him quieted down.

He cleared his throat.

“Thank you all for coming.”

Since barely anyone noticed he had started talking, he repeatedly hit his whiskey glass with the chunky signet ring adorning his finger. When some heads started turning to him, he raised his voice.

“THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING.

Not many of you are aware of it, but this year marks a special year in the history of Bonten.”

He looked at their boss whom his own little brother had protected with his life for many years now. Deep black eyes looked back at him knowingly and subtly gave him the permission to proceed.

“This year we mourn the death of Manjiro Sano’s big brother, and my best friend, Shinichiro Sano for the 20th time. He has been dead for a long time and yet he is forever dearly missed. Without him, none of us would be here today. Only through his determination to bring back the golden age of delinquency back as a teenager and his dedication to offer kids without much prospect in life an option, we are here today. Only through handing his legacy over to his brothers, I was given the opportunity to turn my life around many years ago, when Sano-san kindly took me in as his advisor.”

He briefly bowed towards Mikey.

“Deeply shaken after a life of debt and bad decisions, I have assisted this organization with the best advice I thought I could give and, to my regret, may sometimes have been too strict.” Toasting towards his brother fondling the stripper on his lap he continued.

“My own brother Haruchiyo Sanzu might have to tell you a story about my harshness, which he unfortunately often ended up on the receiving end of.”

“Oh shut up, we’re trying to have a good time here.”

Sanzu threw a crumpled up napkin at the speaker before getting back to the reindeer keeping him company.

“So today, I would like to thank you all for showing up. For some it’s a bond written in blood - “ he toasted towards the Haitani brothers “For some it’s companionship closer than any blood could ever be.” he toasted towards Kakucho, Mochizuki and Kokonoi. “But whatever it means to you, there is nothing more important than family. Everyone in this room is a part of the Bonten family and I know that Shinichiro Sano would be proud of what we have achieved together, if he were here to see it tonight. Thank you all, and merry christmas.”

Takeomi’s rather pathetic sniffles at the end were luckily drowned out by the cheering of the crowd who had just waited for the peak to get back to partying. Shoulder to shoulder with the Haitani brothers and followed by a small group of girls, Sanzu briefly stopped next to his older brother and patted him on the back.

“See? You’re better when you try. Merry Christmas.”

With that, the group evidently off to no good disappeared into the lasershow.

For a brief moment, Takeomi thought he saw the ghost of Shinichiro wave at him from across the crowd. When he focused his gaze, nothing was to be seen anymore. A waitress offered him a new drink he gladly took and he went to stand with his old friends Keizo and Wakasa.

It was hard to believe that after 30 years they were still here together while Shinichiro was not. He swore to him, and them, he would atone for his shortcomings and keep his best friend’s memory alive the best he could.

Later that night he was seen dressed down, dancing in nothing but naughty reindeer briefs, tie around his forehead - with the bulky Kanji Mochizuki in briefs to match, wildly pulling at the reigns attached to their … front.

In the following years, Takeomi Akashi had no further encounter with spirits coming to haunt him, but the Bonten Christmas party always was an event to behold.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all the readers who are also part of the extended Bonten family! :“)

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Under your spell - Part V

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he gets you jailed, so sure you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC : 5,4 k

Content : Historical au, angst, toxic behavior, romance, heavy blasphemy, corruption, smut, oral (m!receiving), cum eating, masturbation (f!receiving), squirting, spit in mouth, manhandle, pet name (good girl), rough sex, breeding.

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

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When you wake up you are back in your bed, alone.

After the bath he took you to his bedroom and he made love to you, he touched you everywhere, kissing every inch of your skin, making you feel how much you were valuable to him. He never talked about your burns. He kissed it gently like the rest of your body. And you forgot just for a moment you were different. You didn’t wanted to hide yourself like with the others. No, Taiju saw through it, and you felt like the most beautiful and lovable woman walking the earth under his touch. You felt your heart melt and die from pure bliss everytime his lips where on you.

Soon after, the nuns enter your bedroom and open the curtains.

A servant comes in with a tray full of fruits and bread and marmelade.

« You need to hurry my child, the lord commander is already waiting for you. »

You frown, not understanding what they are talking about. You were with Taiju the whole night and not once did he mention for you and him to leave the day after.

Of course you knew you couldn’t stay here for long, but this was so sudden.

You eat in a hurry, letting the help bandage your body and dress you in casual clothes before you go down to the courtyard were the crusader is already taking care of his horse.

When he sees you coming between the nuns, he bow his head respectfully like he weren’t buried deep inside you last night, pilling ropes of cum and giving you multiple orgasms. You make a quick reverence, and you can’t hide your joy of seeing his handsome grumpy face again.

The very same face you caressed and kissed all night long.

« Lord Commander. »

« Leave us sisters, I have to talk to our guest. »

When they aren’t on sight anymore he takes your hand and kiss it gently, you close your eyes, flash of your night coming back again and you feel your pussy quivering at the feeling of his lips on you. It’s insane how needy he can make you with a simple touch.

He let go when a servant passes nearby and takes a step back.

« Ride the horse Y/n, we need to reach the dock fast. »

He helps you on, sliding his hands along your waist, your hip and your thigh and a shiver run down your spine. Every time he touches you, you are close to having a heart attack but you miss it bad the moment his skin isn’t against yours.

He hop on the black stallion behind you and you leave the Roman house.

« Where are we going ? »

He doesn’t say anything, looking around aware of any dangers that might come your way.

When he finally helps you out of his horse, you are near a galleon where men are already running around and you understand that you are going to leave the holy lands.

« Wait here. » he says before going onboard to talk to the captain. When he comes back, his stern look is tainted with something strange you never saw on his face.

« It is done now. » He said avoiding your gaze.

« You did not tell me. Where are we going ? »

You can see he struggles a bit to take the words out. « This ship is heading north, they will make halts to several docks but you should be home in two weeks. This is the fastest I could find. »

« What ? No ! I am not going anywhere without you ! »

You put your hands on his but he push you away. « Listen to me woman, this land is not a place for you, it is dangerous and you are not welcome. I do not hope for you to understand, and I do not care. This is where our paths diverge. You are going back to your life and I am going back to war. »

Your eyes start watering and you try again to touch him but he continues to push you away.« I have made my decision. Now take this ship and do not come back. I forbid you to ! »

« No ! You are lying ! Yesterday you- » he doesn’t let you finish and shake his head.

« You do not want to understand, do you ? It meant nothing to me. I just needed your body for comfort. Yesterday was pleasant but I could not care less about you. I already told you, I am a protector of the faith, my duties here a more important than you. I did not think you were so silly. »

Your hand move fast and the sound of the slap on his cheek echoes on the dock.

There is just a few second when he doesn’t move, like he’s trying to make a hard choice and then he slaps you back, so hard you fall to the ground and you look at him in shock with your hand over your sore cheek.

He kneels down to get your full attention and with that he adds insult to injury. « You wanted to know, then, everything I said in my confession was true. I did touched myself thinking of your body, I did dreamed of you but this was only when I needed to evacuate my stress after a battle. Let us be very clear, you chose to give me your body yesterday and years ago, I never came to see you, never asked for it. Indeed, you have my gratitude for letting me use your body, but I do not need it anymore. I feel better and I can go back to war while you, are going to stay away, not bothering me ever again, did I made myself understood ? »

You can’t breathe, you can’t even control the tremors of your body nor your tears falling down your cheeks. You can’t believe it, but he did it. He really slapped your face and stepped on your feelings. Even if he could lie about what he is saying, he would have never done that. Even when he thought you where a witch he never dared to raise a hand on you.

And yet, after loving you so tenderly during the night, he really hit you hard.

« I want you out of my way, woman. You are wasting my time. »

You look at him, searching for anything to convince you he doesn’t mean what he is saying but he looks determined.

« I do not believe you. I know you. And you are not this kind of man, I know it ! »

He smirk at you but his eyes are cold. « And who do you think am I hm ? What did you thought ? That I would leave everything I possessed to be with you ? You thought I would live with you happily ever after ? And to do what ? I am no peasant, no farmer, I do not work the field, I do not trade, I do not cook. I am a soldier. I fight, I pray, I fight again and then I die. I have been brought to this world on that sole purpose. This is what my life is about. You have no value for my quest as a priest or a crusader. You were just a mere misconduct. »

You stand up, gritting your teeth and he does the same, topping you with his tall stature.

« Look at me Lord Commander Taiju, look at me and swear to God this is what you really think.»

He looks away with anger tensing his handsome face « Damn it, woman…» he whispers for himself and then he looks back at you. « Do you really want me to go hard on you ? Just get on this ship for God’s sake. »

« Swear and I will. »

« I am not swearing on God’s name. Do you really want me to sin again ? Have you not done enough in that matter ? »

« Why are you doing this then ? » you put both your hands on his chest and it’s your turn to push him. « You might be a soldier of God but you are a coward ! You deny your own feelings in the name of a man you never saw when I am right in front of you. You said you were still alive because of me, not him ! Who are you deceiving yet ? Me or your God ? »

« Enough with your blasphemy !! I warn you woman, another word and I have your attitude fixed ! »

You walk to him, take his big hand in yours and put it on your neck. « Then do it. Do it now, because I would rather die from your hand than living without you. »

He tries his best not to close his eyes, breathing hard when his fingers slides on your skin and he take it off as if it was burning him. « Leave. It is an order. »

« I am not one of your underlings. You cannot order me anything. And I am not boarding this ship if you do not come with me. »

He doesn’t move, keeping his distance with you. « You told me once you wanted to freed me from you, now it’s time to freed yourself Taiju. »

You close the gap between you two and make room for yourself in his arms. « Is it that hard to aknowledge what I am saying ? I am yours. I have always been. » You admit not looking at him, with your cheeks burning out of embarrassment.

And this time he can’t push you away. He doesn’t held you, he just freeze and his eyes lowers to you.

Damn, your smell is mesmerizing. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he just tries his best not to listen to his inner voice that keeps telling him what he can’t bring himself to do publicly.

You put your ear on his chest and you can feel his heart beats fast.

« I‘m yours…eternally. »

You feel his hand on your chin and he makes you lift your head to look at him.

« I- » He stops himself before it’s too late. « I beg your pardon, for hurting you. But you have to leave, leave and never come back. You have to. »

« No. »

« Please. »

« No. I told you, I am not going anywhere without you. My place is by your side. »

« Y/n. » You feel his strong arms holding you tight but it’s only to push you out of him gently. « Do not make it harder than it should. You and I, this is not going to work. I could never make you mine, even if I wanted to, and I do not. No matter what you say, I am still a priest. What happened was a mistake. You were a… mistake. »

No tremors in his voice. He speaks calmly, you know he is not lying. How could he ?

You look at him and force a smile through your tears soaking your face without you noticing. « I understand. It is fine. » You make a step away and you turn around. « Know you never were one for me. »

His jaw clench and he takes a deep breath. He has nothing else to say. He did what he had to.

He watch you as you board the ship and your heart is so heavy when you turn around to look at him.

You see him ride his horse but he doesn’t move, waiting for the ship to leave, just to make sure you’re not going to sneak out.

His blank face doesn’t betray any feelings. He rest his hand on the cross of his sword while a sailor shout out to weight the anchor.

You look at him, pleading, hoping for a miracle but still, he doesn’t make a move.

Your ship is now leaving the dock and you shake your head. No, it’s impossible, you can’t do this, you can’t bring yourself to give up on him. You will not make it without him. He turns around ready to go back to war and its more than you can take.

You put one feet on the edge and a sailor hollers at you, making Taiju to look over his shoulder.

You are now seated on the flange and Taiju makes his horse turn around just to see you jump out of the ship.

« Y/N !!! »

You body go straight to the ocean and his heart stops beating when you disappear.

He rides out and run to the dock the fastest he can. He jump in the sea without second thought while you make it to the surface and he swims to you.

You try your best not to drown. You have never been a very good swimmer. You feel salted water in your mouth and your nose and start to move your legs to keep your head out of the waves.

He comes your way and grabs you in his arms a minute later. « ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND ? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN ? » He’s so angry and frightened. It’s the first time you can see fear paint his handsome face.

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him like he was your only way to breathe. You find air in his mouth and he struggle to keeps you both on the surface.

« Not without you ! Never again ! »

You find his lips, and you feel him keep you so close, you could merge with him.

He knows he needs to get you both out of the water, if the tide doesn’t kill you, ships and sharks will.

« DO…NOT MOVE, DO YOU…HEAR ME ?! » he grabs you by the waist and drags you to the shore.

When you are both out, he lay down next to you, try ing to catch your breath.

« You… you are… the most… insane… woman … I…ever…why…did you… »

You look at him while he stares at the sky breathlessly. « Because…I… »

You make an effort to get closer to him and kiss his cheek, whispering in his ear «…love you. »

You saw it, he didn’t say it out loud but you clearly saw it. He swore. A fuck got out of his mouth and you don’t know why but it makes you giggle. And you start to laugh louder, you can’t stop yourself. Yours makes his starts too and you end up having a long gale of laughter together.

You are wet, covered in sand and dust, you’re freezing, your every moves feel heavy and painful but you couldn’t care less.

Once you calmed down, he takes your hand in his and squeeze it gently. « Do not ever do that again, do you hear me ? I thought you were dead. »

« Were you afraid ? »

« I have never been so scared. I thought I lost you. » He admits looking at the clouds.

« If I did not jump out of this ship, you would have… »

He frown taking in a deep breathe. « Fine. But I want you to understand that from now on, you will be in great danger. I will have to hide you away. Means you will do as I tell you without question. »

You stay quiet a moment. « The Cardinal ? »

He nods. He doesn’t have to say more. You felt it when you met the man in clothe. Taiju always looked like a walking threat to you. But his uncle is worst, and you never met his relatives but you can sense a strong family trait behind this.

After a moment, he stands up and bend over to help you on your feet. He stops just to caress your cheek with his palm and your face lights up at the touch.

« I like it. Your smile. »

Your face heat up from the compliment before you slide your hand in his.

« You will see it more from now on. »

He shake his head and you can read his mind. Stubborn woman.

« Shall we go ? » You start to walk but he doesn’t move. You turn around and he looks at you with a smirk.

« Would you say it again ? »

Your eyes open wide and you turn around not to let him see how embarrassed you are.

« No. Let’s go. »

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You look at your reflect in the mirror uncomfortably in the black and white clothe you wear. You will never get used to it.

You’re officially a nun. You who have been excommunicated. You who decided to believe in one and only mortal man.

Taiju tried his best to cover your tracks. The only way to protect you was to make you stay in a convent, before he can find a better place. He went back to war, but he promised he would come back as soon as he has another permission.

And this time you had to let him go. You knew surely it was dangerous, you were plagued by anxiety. You knew he could die everyday. But he promised you to come back and find a better hideout, and you trusted him. Only the Mother superior knew who you truly were.

To get you in the convent, he had to tell her but you knew you could trust her the moment he introduced you. By chance, she was trustworthy, you learned she didn’t do that for him but against the Shiba.

She held a grudge on the cardinal and she made a duty to go against him.

She didn’t like Taiju neither, but she despised the cardinal more and for some obscure reasons, she was thrilled to ruin his plans.

She gave you a cell to hide and live away from the other nuns. You could come to eat with them and go around inside the convent as long as you wear the clothe like the others and did not talk to anyone. You were know mn as the silent nun, you officially took a silenced vow. But you didn’t feel well there.

And after weeks of waiting, Taiju had finally sent a missive to the Mother superior to say he was coming to collect some supplies and help for the crusade and he hoped his sisters were in good health and to prepare for their transport to victory in the kingdom of heaven, because it will come soon. Very soon.

The Mother superior came to your cell to tell you the new. The priest was coming to see you tonight, and you will be moving next.

You couldn’t wait to see him. You have been pretty sick lately. The heat was difficult to bear with this clothe on and you weren’t really hungry because you missed him.Now you feel better and are so impatient to see him again.

You waited until night when you finally heard a knock to the entrance where you roamed around all day.

« By our Lord’s name, open the door! »

You want to open it yourself, you can recognize his voice but you have to wait for your superior to do it. Only her can open the convent’s door.

The nuns are all asleep and you limp to the doors as fast as you can.

The convent’s mother superior comes with a candle and opens the door, letting the crusader in after checking he was alone.

When you see him you can’t wait for the nun to turn around and go hang at his neck, coming for a needy kiss. But the nun put a bible between you two and shake her head.

« Where do you think you are young girl ? This is a convent, you can kiss the cross, not the priest! »

She takes you by your arm and out of your lover’s arms.

Taiju smirk in his heavy armor but doesn’t say anything.

You look at your feet and mumble your apologizes.

« You have a cell for that. » the Mother superior whispers making a head movement towards the dark corridor. « Just, try to be quiet… »

You lift your head and open your mouth but she doesn’t let you speak. « I know. May God forgive me for that. Now go. »

You take Taiju’s hand and don’t wait to go through the old convent to your cell.

When you close the door, you ca finally kiss him with passion.

He chuckles and make you twirl for him. « Look at us, a nun and a priest. Oh Lord… forgive me. »

« I do not care. I have missed you. »

You slide your hand between his legs but he stops you. « No, not here. Not like that. Not in front of Him. » He said looking at the cross above your bed.

You look at him and raise a brow. You already had sex in a church, in a crusader’s house and in plenty of space where He was still on the wall. So why not here, when you are all needy for him.

You crave his touch, you want to feel him inside you and you can’t wait. It’s been two weeks. Too long.

You smirk and he frowns. Oh he knows you too well. And he doesn’t like your idea before you even spoke.

You kiss his lips and slide to his neck, licking your way down in a whisper. Then you take his hand and slide his thumb in your mouth, sucking it slowly.

He opens his mouth, fighting the urge to close his eyes and you know you already won.

« Have you ever been sucked off by a nun ? »

« What ? »

You get on your knees and slide your hands up his thighs to his trouser.

You look at him sheepishly, acting like a nun would while your hand caress his crotch the lewdest way and he looks at the ceiling, imploring silently for God’s mercy.

But it won’t save him from you.

« Take off your armor lord commander. I can’t pray on my knees before a soldier… » You say with a pout.

He breath hard looking down at your little game but his hands are already moving to get rid of his clothes.

You lick your lips and the moment his heavy parts fall to the ground you take out his erect cock and give it kitten licks. His dick is so hot on your tongue you can’t do anything but moan while he leans on the door. You taste his precum in your mouth and he twitch furiously everytime your lips touch him.

« Oh God… » he breathes out, putting his hand on your nun’s veil for support and you push your lips until your nose meets his pubes.

He bites hard on his lower lip not to moan and you starts to bob your head slowly. He’s too long, too big for you to take it whole without gagging. It’s the first time you are doing it but you don’t want to disappoint him so you try your best. And it seems to work. His face is dark red, his mouth half open and he breathe silently while his hand still rest on your head.

Your other hand goes up to his abs, under his shirt and you apply more pressure in your mouth making him jerk forward.

You start to gag feeling his cockhead hitting the back of your throat but you do your best to stay still. You never felt him so big. You know you’re doing it right by the way you feel him throbs on your tongue. Blood is running at a fast pace in a big vein going from the base of his cock to his head and his jerky breath makes you so wet you start to rub your thighs together.

He put the back of his hand over his mouth and close his eyes with a frown. His hips are rolling back and forth in your mouth and you tighten your throat and start to gag. When he wants to ease your breath you put both hands on his ass to keep him in entirety in your mouth and he twitch like crazy.

Drool is running down your chin and you can’t breath anymore but you never saw him so moved.

When he opens his eyes, something as switched. Lust is painted all over his face. He tears out your veil, give a hard trust in your mouth before retrieving himself and grabbing your hair, making your head go back hard in the process.

He starts to stroke himself fast over your face and look at you hungrily. « Open up. » He breath out with his warm and low voice.

You obey him, sliding your hand under your nun clothe as he spurts out his hot cum on your tongue.

It’s like a shot of adrenaline deep inside your souls. You have lost control and he could ask for anything you would agree. And he, could sin without regret.

Maybe you are a witch afterall.

The power you have on him is stronger than is own virtue.

You gulp down his semen looking him in the eye and lick your lips while he tries to regulate his own breath.

He helps you on your feet and kiss you so eager so touch your body. He puts his hands on your breast and you start to undress him entirely.

His hands find your hips, he lift you just to make you sit on your nightstand as you take his pants down.

Your nails digs in his ass cheeks and you scratch it all the way up to his muscular back as you feel his hands gropping you everywhere. He makes you spread your legs while you kiss and you feel his fingers sink in your drenched cunt.

You want to moan so bad when you feel him bully your sweet spot. It echoes in the cell, the wet sound of your pussy is so lewd, he goes so fast, so hard, you are sure you’re going to make a mess. He slaps your clit before going back inside and put his other hand on your mouth so your moans are muffled while he goes faster.

« Nuns have to be good you know that huh ? How can you pretend to be one of them if you do not act properly ? Do you want to be my good girl ? » He whispers thrusting his fingers deeper inside you.

You nod against his palm and he smirk. « Then come for me. Come if you want to feel me inside you. »

Your walls tightens around him and you both look at the mess coming out of you, on his fingers, hands and wrist, between your legs, and on the clothe.

It makes him rock hard and he replaces his fingers by his cock, thrusting inside you with no warning. The nightstand move and your back crash against the wall, moaning for him with your eyes rolling back inside.

« God, you are so tight. »

He kisses you, the nightstand hit the wall at every move and you are already a babbling mess. He goes hard and deep, releasing the stress from the battle with powerful thrusts.

Your nails in his back drives him crazy. He knows you are marking it until it bleed. He runs his hand through your hair, pull it again back and with his other hand he slides his thumb inside your mouth and force it open before spitting a trickle of saliva inside.

You swallow it and feel the pit in your stomach explode, making you tighten your walls around his thick cock. He kisses you, growling in your mouth as he cums, breeding you deep inside.

« Will you keep it inside for me ? »

He says against your lips.

You nod and he back up, while you close your legs but he poured too much and it starts to ooze out despite you squeezing your legs. « How was it to fuck a nun ? »

He blush, he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to understand he enjoyed it more than he should have. « I indeed am going to be in trouble with God. »

« About that, I need to tel- »

He doesn’t let you speak as he starts to put his clothes back on. « We need to go. »

« Now? »

« Yes, I found a place outside the city where you should be more free. I know being here was not easy for you, and I do not know how much long I can trust the mother superior. »

You look at the mess you made on his back as he turn around to pick up his armor. « I just have two days of permission. It is safer to travel at night. No one will see us. »

He takes you veil from the ground and held it for you to put back on and when you do, it stops you from moving just for a second.

His hand finds your cheek and he caress it with a light smile. « You would have made a beautiful nun. »

« Too bad the only man I want to worship is a priest, not a God. »

He pinch your cheek and you come for his lips before he can call you out for your blasphemy and you put your forehead against his. « We need to talk. » you whisper exhausted.

« I know. This is not going to last, I promise. You just have to be patient. »

He kisses you before helping you packing your belongings and sneaking out of the convent.

« Taiju. »

He kisses you and put a finger on your lips to hush you.

You find back his black horse, waiting for you to ride out of the city and into the mountains. The hair is colder here and you blow on your hands while he leads your way higher.

When he finally halt, you find a little cabin in the woods, near a river far away from any civilization and you look at him, raising a brow.

« Taiju. »

« Wait before saying you do not like it. »

He helps you out and push the wooden door. It’s a clean room inside, there is a fireplace, a large bed covered with fur and cushions to sleep on, even a large barrel to take a bath in a corner and some furnitures just for you to live without being too uncomfortable.

« I know it might not be as nice as your place but I did my best to set this so you can stay here. I will come back when I could with food and more supplies but at least you will be safe here. And you can go around as you please. No one is going to threat your life here. »

« Are you going back to the camp ? »

He nods. « Tomorrow »

When your face turns to nothing but sadness and worries he sight « I thought we agreed…War is still on, you know I have no other option but to go back to the battlefield. »

You put your hand on your stomach and look at him carefully.

« Do not leave us.»

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Hold The Line Chapter 2

Synopsis: If you would have guessed, you peaked in middle school. It was when you were at your happiest and your best friend in the universe, Kazutora Hanemiya, was deeply involved in your life. And one day, he disappeared. Life went on, but he was gone. Part of your soul died without him. Just as easily as your life as you knew it ended, fate had plans this weekend for you and your estranged middle school bestie.

C/W: Some OOC, depression, talk of suicide, violence, talk of blood, sexual tension, profanity, f!reader, nicknames, (future) smut, suggestive themes, fluff, angst, pillow talk,

Pairings: Kazutora x afab!reader, Soft/flirty Baji x afab!reader

Word Count: 12k+ (entire fic)

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Chapter 2: I’m Lost and I’m Found

Before you follow Chifuyu to the shared living space, you grab your backpack and the bag of snacks. You can't help but sigh deeply as you set your bag by the door and put the food in the kitchen. “Hurry it up,” Chifuyu said, “We’ve got a show paused”. The bag of snacks makes a hard plop as you quickly turn to join them. He scoots over and pats the couch between him and Baji, a soft smile on his face. You accept the seat, sitting with one knee held to your chest. Watch an episode with them and then head out. You shouldn’t impose on them.

The silence was almost unbearable, save for the television. They were watching one of the new nature documentaries. This particular episode was on the elusive snow leopard. Being between these two made you feel like you needed to take less space up, yet at the same time it felt safe. Don't cry, you tell yourself, you’re already intruding in on their evening. Your breathing was already labored, but when you watched the mother leopard fight the alpha male to protect her baby you lost your shit.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Baji said, surprised at the water works, “Its just a leopard doing what leopards do. Nothin’ to cry over” He hands you a stack of tissues. Chifuyu glared at him, a silent signal telling him to shut it. “What? It’s true” Baji groaned. In his defense, he was trying to be nice. Seeing girls cry was not on his list of favorite things… but it was also uncomfortable to be so familiar with someone he barely remembered.

“‘S’not that,” you sniff, grabbing at the tissues in Baji’s hand, “I… I just”. You try to take a deep breath, holding your face in your hands. It didn't make a difference, you pulled your knees to your chest and sobbed. It takes at least another five minutes before you finally stop crying long enough to think in complete sentences. “I spent a good decade thinking Kazutora was dead. He abandoned me. I came to grips with that”, a twinge of anger in your voice, “then he just waltzes back into the world of the living just to leave me again.” Your hands ball up into tight fists, your manicured nails digging into your palms.

Chifuyu stroked his chin, “Shit, he didn't tell you did he?”. He gently placed his right hand on your arm. He took a deep breath and breathed out his nose. “Tora ended up doing time in juvie about the time we started talking at school”.

“What?” you were shocked, “Tora was so sweet and kind back then”. You knew Tora had a hard childhood, with his family breaking apart when he was super little. But juvie? That sounded far fetched.

“Yeah,” Baji chimed in, “He’s not proud of it. I did some too, most of the guys in Toman did. It really changed Tora for the worse”. He sighed. It honestly wasn’t his place to tell you details about Kazutora’s time served. He ran his fingers through his hair, breathing hard through his nose. “The second time, he finally got the help he needed and started to return to his old self.”

“Toman? S-second time?” Your fists relax, but the tension just moves to your shoulders. Scarlet and indigo crescent moons appeared on your palms in the indents from your nails.You look over at Baji, pure confusion on your face.

His eyes focused on the door to Tora’s room, his jaw was clenched and brow ever so slightly furrowed.. He nodded to get his mind back to the conversation, “Don’t blame him for not telling ya about it. Probably doesn't want to scare you off”, Baji said, “He wouldn’t shut up about trying to find you after we had him move in and start at the shop”.

Things were kind of making sense, except for Kazutora’s mystery appointment. “Then where did he run off to?” you huff as you readjust your sitting position. Your head droops and lands on Chifuyu’s shoulder. I have got to relax. It isn't healthy to be so upset.

“He never tells us,” Chifuyu said, just gently patting your arm. “He’s not talkative when he comes home, we can never tell what he’s up to on these late night runs”. He rests his head on yours. “Momo, please know this isn't your fault”. Good to see Chifuyu was still such a sweet dude after all these years. You let one more deep breath go, feeling much better than you did half an hour ago.

“Thanks,” you smile, “I am sorry for ruining your night. I’m just gonna go change and head home”. You shift your body weight to pop up and off the couch, kinda forgetting that you wore the short shorts. “I can’t thank you enough for letting me lose my cool”. You know you didn't want to leave and that, in all honesty, it was probably unsafe to try to walk across town at ten thirty. Shit! How’d that much time pass? It was literally five when I got here!? Nevertheless, you still felt like you needed to leave, like you were a burden dropped on them by your mutual friend.

“The fuck you mean head home,” Baji asked, grabbing you by the wrist. His hand felt cool on your skin. Tiny pricks of electricity surged through your veins. You turn to look at him, his cheeks turning a soft pink.

“Tora isn’t here,” You say coolly, trying to tug your arm away from his grasp, “I have no reason to stay”. God damn you felt so embarrassed.Your face is red. You ache all over. You hadn’t cried like that in so long. And to do so in front of two people you are basically meeting again.

“Shut up and come back,” Baji pulled you back to the couch, “There’s no way we’re lettin’ you walk home, ain’t safe this late Momo’”. The way you landed, you were half on his lap and half on the couch. Your heart started to beat faster when he called you by your nickname. A different kind of flush adorned your cheeks.

Chifuyu nodded in agreement, “Don’t be rash,” he cooed while grabbing the remote, “We can skip the rest of this episode. It's obviously too much for you”. He nudges your side, trying to get a laugh out of you. His ruse was a success.

Even if Kazutora left you behind, there is no way he’d want you to try to leave at this hour either. At least that's what you’d like to think. Why not make the most of this? If Kazutora can run off in the middle of the night, you might as well enjoy being in the company of his roommates.

“I can handle it, I’m much less upset right now,” you playfully shove him, smiling. “Please start it without me. I haven't eaten since lunch and I am gonna pass out if I don't eat soon”. So once again, you pop off the couch and scuttle your way over to the food you brought with you. Would have been sweeter to share this with Tora, you sigh deeply. Nope, no more thinking about him. Enjoy the moment. You grab the instant yakisoba noodles out of your grocery bag and start prepping them.

“Wait, seriously?” Baji shouted at you from the couch. “How did you not eat dinner?” The snarls of fighting snow leopards played in the background. “I ran into Tora while I was grabbing my dinner after work,” you respond, having to talk over the microwave, “I thought we were gonna eat right when we got here, then we started to talk,” you sigh as you drain the noodles, “ and before I knew it, he got called away”. You quickly finish the noodle prep and return to the couch. “I hope you don't mind,” you smile, the guys shake their heads. God it smelled so good, your stomach growled.

You feel a longing stare falling on your dinner. With a sideways glance, you see Baji staring longingly at your noodles, he loved this brand of instant yakisoba. You shake your head and start in on your long overdue dinner. The documentary continued and you had dinner, offering some to Chifuyu (which he accepted with a smirk) just to spite the man on your other side. The night ended up being enjoyable but uneventful, with the three of you finishing up the season that was available.

“Holy crap, it's late,” you yawn as you clean up your garbage for sorting. While you were grabbing your blanket out of your pack, Chifuyu already went to bed without saying anything to you or Baji.

“Yeah, I’m fuckin tired,” Baji stretches, his shoulders popping as he deepens the stretch. Sitting for three hours next to his best friend's girl, or whatever/whoever she was to Kazutora, wasn’t on his agenda for the evening. However, he knows that sleep doesn’t come easily on these nights. He wouldn’t tell him, but Baji worries about Kazutora when he makes late night escapes. Sleep only comes once he hears Tora come back.

“Well, have a good rest,” You give him a slight bow before setting up your makeshift sleeping space on their couch. The bright colors of your handmade blanket pop against the gray of the couch.

“You’re not serious are you?” Baji asked, aggressively leaning over the back of the couch, close to your face. You look up at him, his long hair falling almost onto your cheeks.

“Well,” you yawn, “Yeah, I am serious. It wouldn't be right to be in Tora’s room. What if he brings someone back?”

“He won’t, never has” Baji scoffed, “But you’re not gonna want to be on the couch. He has no volume control. He’s not very stealthy.” Without fail, every time Kazutora came home in the middle of the night at least one thing fell over and doors were closed loudly. The morning after his late night escapades, the common space of their apartment looked like a tornado moved through it.

“Well, I could have walked ho-” You began to plead.

“And I told you no that it was too dangerous,” His tone was assertive, “Even Matsuno agreed with me.”

“I happen to be an adult. I can handle myself,” you sit up and get real close to his face, looking into his deep caramel eyes. The smell of his hair wafted in your face, it was nice. Your face felt like it was on fire. Pulse racing, you bite down on your lip. You were so close to him and part of you wanted…

He blushed slightly, catching a glimpse of your teeth grazing your lip. “You can handle yourself? Who got all busted up about her ex leaving her alone?” He chuffed. He had a point, “Y’ain’t his girlfriend, why does it matter if he left you here?” Part of him wanted to say something about how you were jealous. Part of him wanted to make Tora jealous, but he shook the thought away.

“He’s not my ex. We never dated. And it matters because,” you breathed, keeping intense eye contact, “because I’m sick of being abandoned by people I love”. You choked on those words. At one point, Tora was the only consistent person in your life. “And that hopeful feeling that he was alive and would come back for me was the only thing that kept me on this earth. Not like you would understand how that feels Baji. And now”, Tears were in your eyes, “I don't know how I feel. I’m just plain lost”. You were panting, this whole thing got you fired back up. Those were words that you never thought you would say. Especially to Baji.

He was dumbfounded but didn’t fire back. “First of all, call me Keisuke, alright?” He sighed, breaking eye contact, “Yeah it's been ages since we were in school, but you literally dumped trauma on me twice tonight…” his voice trailed off, “so don’t be so fuckin’ formal. Second of all, It's okay to not know how to feel. It’s been over a decade, people change.” He poked your forehead, “And for fucks sake, please stop crying'.” Keisuke thought about telling you that you were right about him not knowing what it was like to be left behind. But he wasn’t up for giving you that satisfaction.

You slumped back down, head landing on a plush cushion with a whomp. “I’m sorry Keisuke, I didn't mean to drop all that on you. You didn’t ask to hear my baggage,” you said with a sigh. It was a strange feeling calling him by his first name. Keisuke stood there silently. You wanted to believe that was his acceptance of your apology. You took a couple deep breaths and looked over at the door to Tora’s room, trying to regulate your pulse. Once it didn't feel like your heart was going to leap out of your chest, you looked back at him “Where do you suggest I sleep if this isn't a good idea?”

“Tora’s room, duh” he said, still leaned over the back of the couch. He finger combed his hair back behind his ear. To him it made the most sense that you sleep in Tora’s room. “You’re his guest, you should be taking up his space, not the common area.”

“But what if-” You protest.

“Don't start this shit again”, he breathed, “Go lay on his bed. You’ll be asleep in no time”. He looked down, your soft, flushed, tear stained face looking back up at him. Huge hazel eyes focused solely on him. His lips curled into a soft smile, “If you can't sleep, just come knock on my door. I probably will be up a little longer”.

You breathed a deep sigh and rolled off the couch. “Okay, that sounds fair”, you look over your shoulder with half lidded eyes. Your voice was soft, warm, and doting.“Good night,” you paused for a moment, ”Keisuke”. You sleepily sauntered to Kazutora’s room.

It took Keisuke a moment to whisper “Good night” just as the door to the nerd cave clicked shut. Get a grip, he thought to himself, Not your girl. Stop it. He turned and went back to his room, the small black cat followed him in eventually curling up on one of his pillows. Secretly, he hoped you’d come knocking.

Kazutora’s room felt so weird without him. It was cold and darker than all get out. You hadn’t realized he had the room without a window. There were so many devices, wires, and remotes; you couldn't figure out how to turn on his television to stream some ambient noises to break up the deafening silence. You laid there with only your phone’s light to break up the dark. “Tora,” you whisper into the void. Deep in your subconscious, you hoped he’d reply. Your eyes closed but your brain wouldn't let you rest. Intrusive thoughts about what he was hiding and what you might have done back then intruded into your head. You gave up and laid there for another ten or so minutes.

Ugh, Looking over at your phone, the display read 12:30. Fuck, you thought, Tora’s still not back. I wonder… you grab your blanket, close the door, and quietly tap across the wooden floor to Keisuke's room. The door was partly open, and you sneak in. He’s not there, the sink is running across the hall. So you cross the room, sitting on the side of his bed closest to the window.

The ambient light of the town at night was soothing. It felt like it gave the darkness some dimension. You peek over at one of the pillows, where the fluff ball named Missy was purring. You gently scritch behind her ears, encouraging her purr to grow louder. “What a cutie,” you whisper, slumping over onto your side and you cover yourself with your blanket, your head hitting the mattress just below the pillow. You didn't want to disturb the kitten after all.

Keisuke washed his face. Fucking Tora, his thoughts growled, you better not be up to some shady shit, He wasn’t Kazutora’s keeper but he was super protective of him. It’s only been six months, you can’t be this reckless. As his best friend, former partner in crime, and co-worker, the last thing Keisuke wanted was to see him get a new strike on his record or worse relapse. The cold water helped calm his thoughts a little, but Keisuke was still going to worry.

Keisuke looked across the apartment and all the doors, except his and the bathroom, were closed. I hope she got to sleep. Missy’s loud purring should have been a clue that there was something up, but he didnt think twice since she was such a happy cat. He came back to his space, a soft click of the door closing made Missy move from her spot. She knew her human was back and wanted his attention. So the “Oof” that came from the side of the bed by the window surprised him.

“Momo?” he asked, sliding into his spot, “You okay?” Missy decided that the best spot was between him and the new human. His hand, softly giving a belly rub to the black cat.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “I tried for a while but it was too dark and cold”. You roll over to face him. Your silhouette highlighted by the night. You gently stroked the kittens back. “I couldn’t even figure out his set up,” a sigh escapes you, your fingers softly touching his.

Keisuke could feel his face flush as he pulled his hand away. He was raised to be a gentleman so he tried to offer his room to you while he took the couch. “I’m gonna go lay on the couch,” he said as he rolled over to get up. He sat up, just about to stand when he felt a soft hand.This time his wrist was the one getting grabbed.

“Please stay,” you whisper.

“You sure?,” he whispered back. Looking over his shoulder he can see you nod.

Missy chirped, satisfied with the attention she got, and hopped off of the bed to the floor. Her claws tip tapped to the corner of his room where a small bed was. She fell asleep instantly.

“Something on your mind?” you ask him as he laid back down. His eyes looked heavy but not with sleep.

“I’m just worried, ya know?” he sighed, “I know I can't tell him what to do, but it's gonna piss me off if he ends up getting another strike”. Keisuke rolled onto his back, arms folded behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “He’s like my brother,” Keisuke was shaking, being vulnerable with a woman wasn't in his personality. You scooted closer, draping your arm over his chest. Your touch surprised him, but he didn't move away.

“Is this okay?” you ask him. With your eyes adjusted to the light in his room, you see him nod. You pause, reflecting on his words. “He’s very lucky to have friends like you and Chifuyu. It’s so rare to find friends like that”. Your heart ached a little. After you parted ways with most of your friends when everyone went off to different high schools, you were alone in a new town and new school. “What did you do after graduation?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation away from being too morose.

He relaxes an arm so it rests around your shoulder. “I fucked around for a bit, doing odd jobs, helping out at the animal shelter, then I helped ‘Fuyu open the pet store. Then we all went to Stupidmitchys wedding” he mused. “After that I applied for college, I’ve been going part time so it's taking me a little longer”.

“Oh? What are you studying?” you ask. While your memory was hazy, you remember how hard he studied on test days. A memory of his disappointment to barely get a C flashed before your eyes.

“Veterinary medicine” Keisuke had an audible smile in his hushed tone. “It’s tough, but I love it. I can’t wait to get my degree, then we can open a quick care clinic at the shop”.

“I’m impressed,” you say in a muted tone, “You’re a stand up man Keisuke”. You look up at him, a soft smile on your lips. He returns the smile. Your eyes, locked in a moment of genuine compassion.

“Thanks,” he mutters. “What about you? I don’t remember seeing you in high school. Did you transfer out?” This thumb gently caresses your upper left arm. Keisuke didn't realize he was doing it until he looked back at you, waiting for your response.

“Well,” you exhale, “I knew I’d probably end up like my alcoholic mom if I stayed, so I applied to that big STEM academy and left town”. You move closer, your right shoulder butting up against his under arm. “I went to university, got a degree and ended up the butt of harassment in every research lab I worked in”. Your ears were warm, thinking about the past made you so angry.

“That’s bullshit,” Keisuke said, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hair. He loathed people who abused women almost as much as he did animal abusers. “What did you decide to do after the labs?” There was genuine curiosity in his muted voice.

“I went to trade school to become a nail tech,” you beamed, showing off your current set of nails even though the dim room didn't show off the gorgeous sapphire color. “I finally have control of my environment and I make pretty good money. For the most part, I’m happy” You tap your fingertips on his chest.

“Except for the shit you told me and 'Fuyu earlier?”

“Yup, except for that”, you lay your hand flat on his chest and snuggle closer to him. This was nice. You let out a long sigh. “Thanks for tonight Keisuke,” you softly mutter.

“Don’t mention it, I’ve enjoyed it”, Keisuke’s eyes were soft and smiling. “We should get some rest”. You nod in agreement and settle in to sleep. He was warm and you finally felt relaxed.

Not even five minutes later, you and Keisuke are woken by a loud THUMP. The two of you lock eyes, “Tora”, you say in unison. You jump out of bed, scrambling to run to the living room, nearly tripping your own feet. Keisuke follows close behind.

It was 2 am. Nothing good happens at 2 am.

Dividers by @benkeibear

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mimbys · 10 months

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Final chapter of house fire is posted (finally)! Thank you everyone who has been following it this whole time ❤️

#kokonui #kokonui fic #tr fic #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fic #inui seishu #kokonoi hajime #koko x inupi

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prncessrindou · 1 month

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SWV, ran haitani x fem!reader // fic series

I LOVE IT RAINING ON ME

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU’RE TOUCHING ON ME

IT’S LIKE WATER . . . OH NO, DON’T DROWN

♱ SYNOPSIS . . your innocence is what drives him to you and he is determined to make you his, but are you willing to sacrifice your morals for one of Japan’s most dangerous executive?

♱ CONTENT WARNING . . bonten timeline, female reader, virgin!reader, age gap ( reader is in their 20s and ran is in his early 30s ) criminal/gang activity, nsfw/smut ( lots of it ), drug use, violence, jealousy, sexual harassment, guns, alcohol usage, car sex, oral ( f & m rec ), pet names and etc.

♱ INSPIRATION . . summer walker ft. no1 noah

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

MORE TBA . . .

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akiisks · 3 months

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mirror selfie

#goodmorning haitani ran nation #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanart #ran haitani #dormmate ko: lagay mo yung watermark sa ano #😭😭😭#been binge reading tr fics #bonten

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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being submissive is cool and all but a man that likes when you talk your shit back? yeah, my type 🥴

cw: rough sex, slapping, spit play, name calling, very vocal reader

one that’s already dogging your shit out..I’m talking both hands around your throat, fingers in the mouth…pulling you up by the top of your head and telling you to take that dick as it makes home at the inner corner of your cervix. Only letting him do so becatse he promises to get it redone. But honestly? He knows you like it just as much he does. Especially considering the fact that you’ve never been shy about letting him know what turns you on..

“Yeah, fuck me! Right there…don’t you dare fucking stop.”

sucking on those teeth in a sultry tone as you glare right into his eyes..groping your own tits and and telling him everything you wanted. And best believe, he’s trying to keep up. God, he’s trying because he doesn’t want to disappoint his freaky little damsel. The one that swallows his cock with ease, whether it’s in that slutty throat or sloppy warmth. The one he can’t last more than three minutes without nutting inside of because that shit has a vice grip like he’s never seen. Honestly, you have way too much power over him but satisfying you is his top and only priority. Even if you do boss him around like a little bitch!

“Goddamn…you feel so fucking good..this my pussy, baby? Tell me?”

“Is it? You better fuck the shit outta me then..like you mean it. Make me nut on that dick.”

you get so aggressive and into it that he can’t help but twitch inside, having to adjust his pace so that he doesn’t blow his load entirely too early for your liking. Only, you’d never let him live it down. Laughing like a fucking demon every time he lost his rhythm and starting panting because you’ve starting purposely tightening around him; making those spasms enclose him like you never wanted to let go. It’s only when he starts pounding your shit into oblivion, spitting into your mouth and slapping your cheek does he elicit a few submissive moans but it’s right back to shit talking shortly thereafter..

“That’s all you got? I said fuck this pussy, beat this shit up and quit playing with me! I want you to come all in this bitch..or you ain’t man enough? What? I gotta go get another nigga to do it?”

at this point, he can’t tell if it’s the immense pleasure or the fact that you’ve pissed him the fuck off but he’s trying to plow you into the mattress and he’s not letting up until he watches your eyes trail ti the back of your skull. Grunting through gritted teeth, he just smirks and continues clutching your neck as that cream coated dick keeps stroking in and out..and all the while, you know that you’re in for the best night of your life.

“You little bitch..just wait. I’m about to have you crawling out of here. Just hold those legs open and don’t move until I fucking say so..”

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haitanisbug · 2 years

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Yandere! Bonten reacting to upset darling who gives them the cold shoulder

includes: Sanzu, Mikey, Ran, RIndou, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Takeomi

Cw: Minors don’t interact. Intense yandere themes. Use of restraints (Sanzu). Mention of punishment/knives (Ran). Mention of punishment (Rindou). Violence (Kakucho). Suggestive language/implied noncon (Akashi). Violence, use of gun and blood (Mikey)

SANZU

“Dinners ready, darling!” Sanzu sounds way too excited for a man who quite literally has you locked up in his room. You’ve been chained to the bedpost in your shared bedroom, and right now he’s the last person you want to see.

Sanzu walks closer to you, a manic smile on his face as he reaches to undo the chain. You shy away from his touch and he clicks his tongue and grabs your ankle with a tug.

“Stay fucking still.”

“Sanzu?” He ignores you and your voice shakes as you repeat yourself. “Sanzu, I already ate. I’m not hungry. And I’m tired. I just want to go to bed. Can you please.. please let me go to bed?” He likes begging. You think maybe tagging on an extra ‘please’ will get you out of this situation. You’d do anything to get out of eating with him.

“I don’t give a shit, sweetheart. I don’t care if you’ve eaten enough to last five lifetimes. You’re eating fucking dinner with me, and you’ll stay obedient like always.”

He drags you to the formal dining room of his penthouse and shoves you into one of the chairs. Your hips scrape up against the marble top, and you know it’s going to leave a bruise. He chains you to the chair and then drags it as close as possible to his chair at the head of the table.

Every time you move or squirm, the chain on your ankle rattles.

Sanzu brings a bite full of food near your mouth, but you turn your head away.

“Princess, you’re gonna eat what I give you or I'll do it the hard way and I’m begging you to let me do it the hard way. Test my patience, darling, and see where it gets you.”

You can feel the skin around your ankle tearing with the force of you pulling at it. There’s no way out. There never is. You’ve tried them all at this point and Sanzu’s taking great pleasure in watching the emotions on your face as you come to this conclusion.

“I’m not hungry, Haru.” You whisper

“I didn’t ask if you were.”

You know if you push further, it’ll earn you another week-long punishment. And judging from how last week went, it’ll be much much worse.

You can’t deny him, you can’t even push back anymore. There’s no hiding anything from Sanzu and that’s why he just laughs when a tear escapes the corner of your eye.

He reached forward and brushes the tear away with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips and licking it from his finger.

“Mmmm.” He flashes you a crazed grin. “I love the taste of your sorrow. And I love how you can’t hide it from me.”

RAN

“You’ll get your ass out here right now darling, or I’ll drag you out.” Ran’s voice sounds light and teasing but you know the hidden threat behind his words. He’d do much more than drag you out of the room, and the thought makes you seize up in fear.

You tried to get out of dinner. Made up every excuse in the book, but Ran was too perceptive. He knew your emotions too well and when you tried to tell him you weren’t feeling up to it, he just laughed into your face and told you “Your feelings aren't going to ruin the perfect dinner date I set up for us”

So you’re left with your last wall of defense: acting like a brat towards Ran and hoping your cold demeanor will deter his advances.

You should have known how naive that thinking was. All the way to the restaurant he’s rubbing up on you. He’s got you placed on his lap during the car ride there. The partition in the limo was rolled up all the way so that Ran could touch you shamelessly in peace.

When you got to the restaurant he has you so close to his body, you almost feel like you’re suffocating. You know he can’t really do anything in a public restaurant though, so you curse him out under your breath. Every time one of his hands is too close to your thigh, you grab it and push it away.

Eventually, Ran gets tired of this game and he grabs at your waist, hauling you into his lap. Your once rigid body is now squirming in discomfort and Rans hot breath is brushing up against your neck.

“You’re so fucking cute when you struggle.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Fuck off, Ran. I don’t want you touchi- ahhh” You gasp and choke on your sudden intake of breath as Ran’s fingers dig into the knife marks that litter your torso. He’d meticulously cut into your skin last night and the pain was still raw. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your tears or cries for help. So you just bite down on your lip and endured the torment through the rest of dinner.

When you get back to the penthouse you immediately shake off Ran’s hold and go to your shared room. Ran doesn’t follow and you’re beyond thankful for that because as soon as you hit the pillow you break down. You had put on a strong front all night but it was finally too much. Shoving your face into the pillow, you try to stifle your sobs and gasps.

Ran is in the living room relaxing, a glass of whisky in hand as he thinks about how your night went. You still act like a brat no matter what he does, and it’s begining to get exhausting. As he’s thinking about how he can punish you for tonight's bad behavior, he hears muffled cries coming from his bedroom. Ran laughs softly knowing his strong little darling is starting to break down.

RINDOU

You’re seated on the edge of your bed staring at your reflection in the mirror across from you. Your thigh burns under your dress from where Rindou had punished you last night. Every time you slightly move, your dress scratches up against the burn and you wince.

Rindou walks out of the bathroom of your shared bedroom and stares at you for a second.

“Why aren't you finished getting ready? Put your shoes on. Our reservation is in less than an hour.” His voice is stern. But you speak up anyway.

“I- I don’t really feel like going out tonight Rin. I don’t feel well. I think.. maybe I’m sick...” You hope the shake in your voice sounds like that of nausea instead of the pain and fear you’re really trying to hide.

Rin levels you with a look. You know he’s perceptive. You know that if you don’t pull off this fake sickness, he’ll know you were crying from last night's punishment. And Rin hates nothing more than when you sulk over punishments. Especially if they occurred a whole day prior.

He’s practical. Always has been. And he expects you to take your punishments like a good girl and then learn from them. But last night was worse than usual. And you don’t think you can handle an entire dinner with him. Pretending to be lovers while your leg burns from his vile actions. Walking out in the real world where freedom would be so close yet so far. No. You couldn’t do it. And your heart seizes up when Rindou begins to walk towards you.

He stands directly in front of you and grips your chin- forcing your neck at an odd angle to look into his eyes. His voice is low.

“If we don’t make this dinner reservation you will make this up to me. Understand, darling?”

Your stomach sinks and all you can do is nod. He tightens his grip for a second and then he lets go. Rindou doesn’t miss the tears that fall from your eyes as he turns to leave you alone in the room.

KOKONOI

Your hands rub up and down your arms soothing the bruises from last night’s fight. They still throb- you didn't realize in the moment how strong of a grip Kokonoi had. But the pain is impossible to shake off, and instead, you opt for laying on your bed curled up instead.

You had plans to go out tonight with Koko to one of Bonten’s luxury restaurants. He was going to take you to do some light shopping afterward to treat you as well. But you can’t find the energy to get up and get ready. Not when your arms feel like lead and the memory of Koko’s furious eyes was burned into your memory.

The door of the bedroom opens up and you know it’s Koko. Your back is turned, but the tension in the air is palpable and you can’t tell what Koko is feeling.

“Princess?” his voice doesn’t sound cold or harsh. There’s a tint of concern to it, and you think maybe tonight will be one of his better nights. “What’re you doing? It’s 6 pm, why are you in bed? We have to leave soon.”

He sits down on his side of the bed and reaches over to brush his fingers across your skin. You try to stop the flinch but it’s impossible and you can feel Koko’s eyes narrowing.

You shake slightly and decide to speak up. “I don’t feel well Koko… and it’s cold out tonight. Can we skip dinner for another day?”

He looks at your shaking formm and his heart softens a bit. The weather had been awful lately, and it wasn’t expected to clear up tonight. His sympathy has him agreeing to your request. “Course, princess. I don’t want to drag you out if you don’t feel well.”

Unbeknownst to him, your shaking wasn’t because of the awful weather. You’d been reminiscing about missing your old and friends all day, not only that, his presence behind you was terrifying. It was too much to handle.

Koko scoots closer to you and brings your head to his lap. He strokes your skin gently as your breathing begins to level out. While you start to drift off, Koko notices a tear slip out of the corner of your eye. Yea, Koko thinks. It’s better to stay in tonight anyway. If his darling wasn’t feeling well he had to shelter her. It was dangerous outside. His grip on you tightens, protecting you is the only thing on his mind.

KAKUCHO

Last night was bad. Really bad. The worst night you’d had since you met Kakucho. It was late, and you were reading on the couch in the living room waiting for Kakucho to get off the phone with a subordinate. He was in his home office and from the sound of Kakucho’s yelling, the subordinate fucked up.

The door of his office swings open and Kakucho storms over to you. He looks beyond enraged, and you shrink further into the couch to brace yourself from his fury.

“Get up. We’re going to bed.”

Normally Kakucho is levelheaded, and you’ve never seen him like this before. In order to calm him down, you try to sound as gentle as you can when you speak.

“Kaku, can I stay up a few minutes? I’m on my last-“ you let out a shriek as Kakucho grabs your wrist hard and jerks you up. “Kaku! My -my wrist!” Violent pain shoots up your arm and you let out a loud sob.

Kakucho had broken a bone in your wrist. And your night ended with you in the ER, stammering some sort of excuse to the doctor about how you tripped and hurt your wrist, Kakucho’s hawk-like gaze trained on you the whole time.

That was last night. And tonight Kakucho had made a special dinner to apologize for breaking your wrist. He didn’t mean to break it. He had no intention of hurting you ever. But he had been worked aggravated already from his underlings incompetance and he couldn’t stand your talk back in the moment.

You couldn’t forget the pain though, or the vicious look in his eyes from last night. It terrified you. And you didn’t want to sit through a whole dinner, staring at him when all you could imagine was his wrath. What if it had been worse? It was your wrist last night, but what if he did it again in the future and your neck was the thing he decided to grab?

“Kakucho..” you mumble as you shuffle into the kitchen. “I’m really tired tonight.. can we do the dinner another time?” Your eyes are trained to the floor, afraid to meet his gaze.

“Oh. Ah… of course, love. I’ll save it for tomorrow. Go get some rest.” He places a kiss on top of your head, but he doesn’t miss your slight flinch. And later that night when he’s getting ready for bed, he definitely doesn’t miss the way that your side of the pillow is soaked in tears.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

Akashi’s grip tightens on your hip every time you squirm. You’re seated on his lap at the dinner table of his penthouse. Every so often he’ll lift his chopsticks to your mouth urging you to take a bite of food.

His hand travels down to your thighs and you quickly snap them shut before he reaches his destination. He lets out a low chuckle whispering into your neck.

“Let me touch you, princess. You don’t want to upset me hmm?”

Your heart beat picks up but you spread your legs a bit and Akashi wastes no time running his fingers all up and down your skin. He can’t keep his hands off of them. You let out small noises of discontent when Akashi presses his fingers on the burn and bite marks that are littered on your inner thigh.

“Do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, baby. Or I’ll give you more of these tonight.” He presses hard on one last burn mark and you squirm in his grip.

Akashi continues to feed you after his assault. It’s too much. Feeding you at the same time as the slight throbbing on your thighs. You’re not hungry. Your appetite is completely gone from remembering your actions of last night.

Akashi pressing you into the bed. Akashi’s lips kissing up your legs and making your skin sear all over. Not in a good way though- making your whole body burn with dread.

You can’t escape these thoughts and if you don’t get out of his grasp soon, you know you’ll do something you’ll regret.

“Takeomi?” You turn your head around to slightly to look him in the eye. Your hand comes up to thumb at his scar. Physical affection tends to soften him up, and if you want to leave you know you’ll have to let him indulge in your touch just a little bit more.

“Can I go to the bedroom? I’m full, and I’m ready to rest.”

He gives you a hard look, one that makes you want to melt away from his gaze. But you stay still, not averting your eyes until he responds.

“You can leave if you give me a kiss.”

Your heart beats a bit as you lean in. If this is what you have to do to get out of his grasp, then you’ll just have to endure. The kiss is searing and rough. Akashi’s large hand grips the back of your neck and his teeth tug at your lips violently. You can feel the tears building up as he kisses you further. And when he pulls back it’s all you can do but get up off his lap and walk quickly out of the room.

Later when Akashi slots himself behind you in your shared bed and leans over to kiss your cheek, he spots the tear streaks there. You’ve been asleep for a long time already but they stick to your skin like a ruined painting. Akashi can’t help but smile to himself at the sight of your despair.

MIKEY

Curled up on the chaise lounge in Mikey’s office, waiting for him to be done for the day, your thoughts begin to wander.

Yesterday Mikey had business with some lower executive from another gang. The man wouldn’t stop looking at you during the whole meeting, and for the first time ever you were seeking out Mikey’s comfort. Your head was tucked into Mikey’s chest and your hands were shaking. When Mikey stepped away for a second to gather something from his desk, the other man approached. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and that was just enough to set Mikey off.

Blood covered the floor, and your shriek was still ringing through the air. Tears pooled down your face and as you tried to avert your eyes from the violent mess in front of you. Mikey had shot the guy. Mikey had shot him, just because he touched you.

Mikey turns to you, gun still dangling from his fingertips.”If they touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking kill them all.” His voice is void of all emotion.

Even though it’s a new day you can’t shake that whole scene out of your memory. So when Mikey steps towards your figure on the lounge, you shrink from his touch.

“Time to go darling. We’ve got our dinner reservations soon.” He tugs at your wrist but you don’t get up. Mikey turns to look back at you and narrows his eyes. “You disobeying me now? Is that it?”

“No Mikey.. I.. it’s just..” you’re eyes are looking anywhere but him and all you can think about is the way he killed that man in front of you last night. He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him- a silent command to speak up.

“Can we got back to the penthouse instead? I- I’m not hungry tonight.” Your voice trails off. His his tightens his grasp on you, then he nods firmly.

His grip doesn’t leave yours until you get back to your bedroom. And you’ve been separated maybe a minute before he's pressed you up against the counter of your bathroom. His back to yours, staring at your reflection through the mirror. You fidget a bit and turn to look away from him.

“First you don’t want to eat with me, now you’re shying away from my touch. What’s going on darling?” His voice is dark and a hand comes up to grab at your neck.

All you can see is the blood. Your eyes slip shut and it’s still burned in your vision. Mikey. Blood seeping out of a body. The sound of a gun.

“Nothing Mikey. Please I’m just tired… please can I just go to bed?”

He levels you with another look before he pushes you away. “You’ll tell me tomorrow. Whether you want to or not.” You scurry over to the bed and shut the lamp off. Mikey stares at your body trembling underneath the sheets. You belong to him, your body, your mind, and and every thought that passes through your pretty little head. If you’re unwillling to submit to him, then he’ll just have to rip you apart until you do.

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zeltqz · 1 year

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RIDE ME .ᐟ ft koko, ran, hanma, rindou, sanzu —picture whoever u want 🙈

“Hm?”

He’s vaguely distracted by the wet patch on your panties the longer he plays with your clit, trailing his eyes up to your stomach.

“What would you think of gettin’ a tattoo of my name, right there ?”

He points to the right of your belly button, just touching above your pelvis.

“I—uh, a tattoo? With your name?”

“Yeah.” He bends down to kiss that spot, your muscles contract as shivers race through your body. “Jus’ my name. How’s that sound, huh?”

“Sounds—” Your head throws itself back when his other hand slips through your panties, spreading two fingers through your folds to gather your slick.

“Damn, this wet already? Didn’t even do anything yet.” He laughs against your stomach, sucking some skin into his mouth before letting go.

You shiver when his fingers skim at your pussy, spreading your folds with two fingers. “uh…I—”

“Yeah? You what?”

Your sentence catches in your throat when his lips kiss down from your stomach to your pussy, tongue tickling along your slit.

“Always tastes so good .”

His voice is nothing but sinful, carnal desire rolling deep within the depths of your belly when his lips seal your clit, sucking it hollowly into his mouth.

You squeal his name, shooting up from the couch to grip onto his hair, on the verge of ripping his hair from the roots.

His fingers circle the edge of your hole, giving your clit a break as his tongue begins lapping at the wetness from your cunt, spreading it along your thighs, kissing and biting the flesh whilst thrusting a finger inside you.

“Nuh-uh, open your legs for me, don’t hide—” You obey his words, desperately trying to keep your legs open as a second finger slips inside you.

Your heart stutters five times in your chest, unceremoniously dragging his hair towards you, pulling him forward as the overwhelming heat coils between your legs.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck yes! There—jus—just like that—”

You’re close to drawing blood with how hard you’re digging your teeth into your lips.

As if to add fuel to the fire, as his fingers scour your insides, desperately pushing you over the edge, he’s one handedly tugging your shirt up, beckoning you to hold it up with both hands, taking a nipple into his mouth, pulling a reedy sob from your swollen lips when his tongue flicks at it.

“ Fuck me—” You noisily cry out when he seals his mouth around your nipple, when his fingers do a wicked curl upwards, pressing into a spot that has you seeing stars and spitting profanities.

“You want my cock, huh?”

He laughs when you nod rapidly, pressing one last kiss to your nipple before he’s pulling his fingers out in favour of tugging his cock free from his pants, fisting at it, squeezing precum from the tip.

You never fail to hide your reactions everytime you see his dick; it having scared you the first time he’d fucked you with it. It’s so pretty, and your mouth salvates at the thought of having it deep in your throat, choking around it as he fucks your face.

“Wanna ride me? Feelin’ kinda lazy today.” He drawls, slow and lazy, lounging against the couch without waiting for your answer.

It’s so amusing the way you scramble upwards, moving to straddle him, hands wrapping over his and jerk him off slowly.

He groans at the feeling, head thrown back and you can’t resist , taking that opportunity to suck at the base of his neck, sliding your tongue along the smooth surface all the way up to his ear.

“Do you have a condom?” You mutter against the curve of his earlobe, biting down softly enough to pull a chuckle from his lips.

“Nah. I can pull out though.”

“You sure?” You’re leaning back regardless, adjusting his cock against your cunt, positioning the head at your entrance, then sink down slowly. “Oh—”

His hands fly to your hips, steadying you there before you go crazy on his dick. The tight grip of his hands never fails to make you whimper, giving you that motivation to sink lower to just feel his fingers dig into your skin more.

“ Shit .” He moans when your walls clamp down on him, dragging you up by the grip on your hips, then slamming you back down.

Your eyes snap shut at the fast-paced back and forth pace he’s set, bouncing you easily on his cock. The couch protests beneath you both, scraping against the wooden floors each time your hips slam down against his.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbles against the curve of your face, one big hand sliding from your hips to your ass, kneading and squeezing it between his fingers as you squeal into his ear.

“I—I’m gonna—” You pant shakily, one hand grabbing onto the back of the couch for support, the other wrapping around his neck.

“Cum? You gonna cum for me, right?” He grunts out, sucking at your bottom lip as his thrusts hit even deeper , impossibly deeper, and you’re left writhing above him, skin heating briskly as you chase your climax.

“C’mon—you want it, don’t you?” he goads against your lips, tenderly licking at your bottom lip long enough before you release your firm grip on the couch, cupping his face and kissing him raggedly, sliding your tongue in to plunder his mouth, fucking the vessel sensually.

You cry out when he spanks you again, dragging you forwards and backwards on his cock, stimulating your cunt from every angle.

“I’m cumming —!” Your vision fades as you dig your face into his shoulder, hips jerking as you come undone on his cock, tears flowing down your face as he gives you one last final thrust before lifting you up, cumming on your lower back.

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seichira · 1 year

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to do it all again.

not manga spoiler free !

manjiro sano lost you in his past life. he has had to live with the agony of seeing you fall apart at his lies of betrayal and infidelity. now that he gets the opportunity to turn back time, there is nothing he wouldn’t do to make things right.

pairing : timeleaper!mikey x reader

content : angst with comfort. second chances. major manga spoilers. confessions of cheating (but it was a lie told by mikey to push reader away). cursing. mentions of death.

mikey stands on the ledge of a rooftop of the building, looking over the city lights illuminating the night, letting the wind brush through his long hair.

he could see the people from here, albeit tiny, he can still observe everyone who passes by. there are smiles on their faces, lovers holding their hands, happily walking on the streets of tokyo aimlessly.

a sharp pain shoots through his chest when he looks beside him, ready to hold the hand of the love of his life, only to be reminded that he is entirely all by himself. it hurts, and he knows he doesn’t have the right to complain when he was the one who pushed you and everyone else away.

he is alone by choice. he distanced himself and deliberately wanted everyone to hate him by choice. that should make it all alright, that the sole reason he has nothing is him. that is what he tells himself.

no matter how self-destructive he is, there is a voice in his head that loves him, and it questions everything that has gone wrong in mikey’s life.

is it really his choice if he doesn’t like it? is it really by choice if had things been different, he wouldn’t have to do it? if he wishes he had another choice?

how is any of this fair?

how could you let them do this to you, mikey?

who gets to decide who is dangerous and not? who gets to decide who would live happily with their loved ones and those who would die alone? if there is a god out there, how is it any fair just for him to be standing on top of the world... all cold and broken?

it doesn’t make any fucking sense.

it’s all so fucking unfair.

all his life, he has done nothing but envy people for being happy, and for not being afraid to be. because whenever he’s happy, he always had to brace himself for the consequence that would come next.

his happiness was always conditional. always with a price to pay. and now he thinks he has maxed out, having experienced pure bliss with you.

the love of his goddamn pitiful life.

maybe this is payment for being too happy. for thinking you’d both have a future together. it is his punishment for ever thinking it was possible for him to be with someone as good as you.

mikey will repent for it, but he misses you so.

he misses you so much he is close to hallucinating an image of you in all the places you’ve been to together. his throat itches at the urge to scream his lungs out at being full of too much longing.

he misses you, and his skin longs for your touch, his heart for your love, and his soul for your warmth. but he can’t do anything to change that.

he closes his eyes to get rid of the sight of people living their lives just right below him, and try to get a memory of you smiling at him.

instead, he is confronted by the memory of the night when he let you go. no—it’s not just letting you go. he deliberately hurt you so you could let him go.

manjiro sano remembers it all. he remembers your betrayal-stricken eyes. he remembers your quivering lips. he remembers your hiccups in between your sobs. he remembers how he broke your heart, the very thing he promised that he wouldn’t do.

he remembers it all too well.

it sucks to be the one who remembers.

“i don’t think i heard you right, manjiro.”

your boyfriend hasn’t been coming home lately. it worries you, where he is, where he stays when he’s not home. you worry if he eats well, if he is alright and not all beaten up somewhere.

despite his behavior, you brush it off as something that he has to do. maybe he needed some time to himself. perhaps something important came up in kantou manji hang. he’s an important man, after all.

you don’t have the heart to assume something else other than that. so, the revelation he makes to you tonight as soon as you gets in the door shocks you.

“you heard me right,” he says without emotion, despite the havoc wreaking inside his body it makes him want to hurl. “i cheated on you. kissed and slept with someone else. i can’t bear to keep it from you.”

his heart is acting like a ticking time bomb. the confusion in your eyes, not believing what he just said, hurts more than if you would just scream at him and throw curses around.

she doesn’t believe me.

the expression on your face is straight. you are waiting for the punchline. it is a cruel fucking joke but you’re willing to forgive him for it if he would just say that he’s tripping.

but he doesn’t say anything. he just stands at the doorway, almost one foot outside the door because he’s so ready to leave. he’s ready to leave you and you don’t understand why.

“you’re lying.”

he shakes his head, and it was the cue for your heart to start clawing out of your ribs in the realization that he might just be telling the truth.

but he’s manjiro sano. he is yours. he has always been yours like you have been his. there is no way he could do that to you. the person who kisses your forehead goodnight could not possibly cheat on you.

“i’m not lying.”

he is lying. he hasn’t been coming home because his impulses have been worst than ever. he’s afraid he’d black out and wake up to your cold body next to him. he’s terrified that his love would not be enough to keep you safe from the danger that is himself.

he is lying, because it is physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually impossible for the man to even look at somebody else that is not you.

you are the only one he wants. you are the only one he has ever loved. that is his greatest, naked truth. and right now, he has to convince you otherwise.

how could he fucking possibly make you believe that he doesn’t love you anymore, when his entire body knows for sure that it belongs to you. only you.

“i tried to stop it, but i’ve been so fuckin’ lonely lately with all those nights alone. needed someone to keep me warm, you know.” it feels like insects are crawling underneath his skin at the disgust he feels at his own words, despite coming from a place of untruth.

in denial, it is your turn to shake your head. you even manage to crack a smile in hopes that he would return it. “mikey, p-please? i don’t get it, love. this is not a good joke. please, stop it, yeah?”

your pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. he’s willing to stop saying it over and over now only if you would believe him and just push him away.

but you’re not doing that.

see, mikey? this is how much she loves you. she loves you too much for her own good. she loves you so much she believes you’re not capable of doing this. she loves you. love her enough to let her go before you become the death of her.

“i’m not kidding. i slept with someone else, and i liked it. i wanted it to happen.”

when the realization hits you, when the coldness behind his ivory eyes supported his claims of cheating on you, you break and manjiro sano breaks with you.

he cannot bare to look at the sobs that leave the lips that he worships, nor the tears that escape the eyes that he would be a slave for.

you are hurting because of him and he knows it would happen. he wanted this to happen. better break your heart than have you die on his arms. he can’t let that happen. not in this lifetime and not in the next.

for five minutes, the only sound bouncing off the walls of your studio apartment is your wails. cries of someone who feels like they have lost everything, including faith in all that they have ever believed in.

“why…” you whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. “why would you… how could… i don’t understand. i can’t wrap my head around it.”

he wants to look away, but he doesn’t. he looks at you, bearing your broken heart to him, serving it to him on a silver platter.

mikey etches it in his mind to make sure he remembers how hurt you were, so he can pay for it in hell. he is not sure how, but he will suffer for it. he promises he will burn just to fucking pay for this—this moment, right here.

“i’ll just grab my stuff and i’ll be out before you know it.”

your eyes widen and you hurry to block his way to the bedroom. “what? no! no! you’re not leaving, mikey! we’re going to talk about this, okay? y-you can’t leave like this. this is your home. don’t go. please.”

the look he gives you is incredulous. “are you sick in the head? i cheated on you, and you want me to stay?”

you flinch at the reminder. he can’t believe it left your mind for a moment. you can’t believe it either because even though everything has been said and done, you still can’t believe it.

“everything hurts! looking at you hurts too much right now, but i need to understand! i want to hate you but i’m willing to talk about it if you have an explanation! you can call me stupid but i’m not letting you go! make me understand! just… don’t leave.”

he looks away because he can only take so much. he wants to get away from here as fast as possible so he won’t have to hear or see the aftermath of the storm he just created.

pushing past through you, you stumble in your foot following him to the bedroom where he brought out a bag that he now fills with some of his clothes. without you noticing, he grabs a hoodie of yours and leaves you one of his, along with most of his things.

“you don’t have to leave! you can say sorry right now and i will forgive you, manjiro!” you continue to sob as you reach out a hand to stop his arms from moving more.

he shoots you a weary look. “why can’t you just let me fuckin’ leave?!”

“because i might never get to see you again! as much as i can’t bare to look at you knowing what you did, i can never live knowing i’d never see you again! you will disappear! i know you!”

he wants to take you in an embrace and ask for your forgiveness for lying, but he has to stand his ground. everyone he has ever loved will die, if he doesn’t leave.

you will be in peril if he doesn’t do this. and there is nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice to keep that from happening.

“if-if you don’t have feelings the person you slept with, we can figure this out. mikey, love, i’m willing to work this out with you. j-just don’t leave.”

you just thought him how to get out of this. he is going to say it, and he is not going to mean it.

“i love them.”

if the thought of him being physically involved with someone else brought excruciating pain, this—him falling in love with someone else—was death.

mikey dies with you.

i will pay for this, baby. i will burn in hell to pay for this. i will never forgive myself for this. i promise, that i shall never be happy again after this.

at the battle of the two tomans, he finds himself begging takemichi to stay alive.

“this is why i pushed you all away, see? this is exactly what i feared would happen!” he cries out because he is exhausted.

his dark impulses are gone, but takemichi is gone, and you are gone. everyone he loves is gone, in one way or another.

he has done everything in his power to keep this from happening. he survived lonely nights, ate bland meals, and lived in isolation the past years just to keep all of you safe.

he had to watch his friends reach milestones and celebrate with each other, face hurdles together, simply hanging out as the sun sets while he does nothing but wish he was included—all of that to stop this, but it’s happening. there was nothing else he could have done but life is working against him still.

right now, he’s soaking in the blood of one of his very best friends. shinichiro is gone, emma is gone, izana is gone, draken is gone, and he doesn’t doubt that there would be a next if he keeps himself close.

why? i don’t understand. he has followed everything even when it killed him, so why?

“c’mon, takemitchi! wake the hell up, damn it!”

the people whom he once called his friends are all weeping tears of grief at the sight of the new leader of tokyo manji gang bleeding out. they won’t ever say it, but mikey is sure they are blaming him for it. everyone probably thinks they would have been better off without him, without meeting him again like this.

they all have each other, they would have been fine. but what about mikey? what about him?

do they not know?

do they not know how much he wept and how he made his house a disaster right after he went home when he saw draken laying lifelessly on the ground with three bullet holes in his body?

do they not know how much he wishes he could just be selfish for once and come home to you? so you can wipe his tears and nurse his pain?

of course, they don’t know. he never showed that to anyone. no matter how much he wished someone saw it anyway.

he had to stand by his decision, no matter how lonely the road he chose was. he would choose it again and again, if it ensures this won’t happen. but it’s happening.

and he wants nothing else but make it right.

again, again, and again.

the next time mikey opens his eyes, he is back in his childhood home. he lays awake on his bed, confused as to why he could hear shinichiro’s screams for emma to get off the couch, and the latter’s cheeky giggles.

he thinks, what a dream. i miss them so much since the day they left me. the heavens know what i’d give to go back to this day.

mikey startles when the door to his bedroom opens, revealing shinichiro.

he almost wants to cry and throw himself at his brother to hug him, but the older sibling got to open his mouth first.

“and you! when will you get up?! when it’s christmas? move it or you’ll be late for school again! that won’t be a good impression to make for your y/n, your crush!”

this dream is a little too realistic. still, he follows his brother like a good boy, completely going with the flow of this dream.

but when he steps on the floor, his foot catches a lego scattered around, and he yelps in pain. in pain.

that’s not normal in a dream, is it?

slowly, the idea of the possibility of time-leaping introduced to him by takemichi hits him. he sprints outside his room and snaps his head to the calendar.

and the year suggests that he is eight years old. a child. and this year, everyone is alive.

“emma?” he calls for his sister that he carried lifeless on his back by himself. there are now real tears in his eyes, and his sister slowly approaches him.

“hmm? are you okay, mikey?” the blondie little girl asks curiously, confused as to why mikey has literal waterfalls for an eye right now.

“will you punch me on the face real hard?”

without a second thought, emma does so, like she has been waiting for her whole life to do that. mikey grunts, but tears only continue to flow at pure happiness of this second chance.

he embraces emma in his arms. “you’re here. oh, my god. you’re really here. nii-san will protect you this time, yeah? i promise ‘ya that.”

his next thought… is none other than you.

he doesn’t bother to put on his uniform. despite shinichiro calling him to get back, he only rides his bike and pedals as fast as he can to get to school. he looks for the 2nd graders’ classroom.

and there you were. sitting all too cute and pretty on the colorful chairs of the elementary school you both attended, with a spare seat next to you that you specifically reserved for him because he is always late.

time stops for him when you raise your head to look up at him, and meet his eyes.

you are both alive, and you are both young with your whole lives ahead of you. you don’t know it yet, but this little crush thing going on between you two right now will grow into something bigger.

you have no idea that you will end up kissing him first on your last day at middle school, and move in together at eighteen.

but he knows.

he knows what went right. he knows what went wrong. and he knows what to do this time so he won’t have to let you go anymore.

so he walks up to you, and says:

“hi. you look like my girlfriend.”

you laugh it off as a poorly executed pick-up line he heard from his brother, but then again, he knows something you don’t know.

you are his girlfriend. or at least, you will be.

“manjiro, you look like you need some sleep!” you say as your cheeks flush at his line anyway, pertaining to his puffy eyes that are results of his incessant crying.

manjiro sano smiles.

“i think so, too.”

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Under your spell - Part VI

Minors don’t interact

WC : 5,2 k

Content : Historical au, angst, fluff, romance, heavy blasphemy, corruption, smut, breeding, violence, death.

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

Warning : This chapter might be really hurtful for some ppl, please read it carefully, it contains a lot of angst. Also, this is not the last chapter !

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His future is inside your body.

That’s what you think round and round while you and him are standing naked in your hideout. His hands rest on your belly and he looks at it like it’s the most sacred thing he ever saw, it’s not really showing up yet but he can’t stop himself from touching you there.

You bear his heir. The fruit of your forbidden passion, the bastard of a priest and a once sentenced witch is growing inside you.

You were so afraid of his reaction when you told him. You thought he wouldn’t be pleased because of God’s wrath for doing the utmost unforgivable sin, that he would tell you he doesn’t want the child or worst, he would abandon you. But he did not.

Indeed, him being shocked was an understatement. He just froze in place when he understood what you told him, but the after shock was not what you thought either.

He just fell on his knees and he closed his eyes while shoving his face to your stomach, talking to his baby to be born.

« I knew it long time ago. God let me see you in my dreams. I thought it was black magic but I was wrong. The Lord sent me a message from the kingdom of heaven. Do not worry child, I will take care of you and your mother, as God is my witness, you will never be in need of anything. »

Since then he fought harder than ever on the battlefield, it wasn’t about his faith alone anymore. He became a little more reckless, sneaking out of the camp almost every weeks to see you. Every sneeze, shivers, every little sign of tardiness had him worried. He forbade you to lift heavy stuff, must be wood or water. He did it for you, even if he was tired from the fights. He also brought more food even if you told him it was unnecessary.

Your bump was starting to show a little bit when naked, not much yet, but everytime his eyes were on it, his usually angry look softened like he wouldn’t dare to lay his eyes on you with a severe stare in fear of hurting the baby.

His latest obsession now is to make you leave the holy lands for good.

« I told you I do not want to leave you. »

« I know. But part of my legacy is lands in the north, where you could live as a lady, you and our child would have a most suitable life. You bear a Shiba, it is out of question for them to be raised in the middle of the wood.»

« Not as a lady… as your mistress. And what about your family ? What about the cardinal ? If you have to hide us from them by locking me up in your castle I would rather stay here with you than away in a property where I will never see you. »

« Enough with your stubbornness Y/n. Do you not want our child to have everything they deserve ? I could bring the best tutors, I would make sure they learn to read and write, they would study theology, litterature, latin, ancient Greek, mathematics and also teach them how to administrate a land, how to sword fight, and horse riding and dancing and- »

« Taiju ! I am not opposed to all of this. But what a baby needs is not gold or lessons on how to become a noble. They will need their father. » You whisper sliding your hand in his. « I will need you too. »

He puts his warm palms around your face and you lift it to let him kiss you. « I am aware of this… situation…but…you know it is not that simple. »

« I do. » you say closing your eyes while you deepen the kiss. « I just want to be with you forever. »

He groan in the kiss and put a hand on your back, then slide it slowly until he can grab your ass in his full hand. « I do not wish to argue with you. I just want you both to be safe and sound. And I will do everything it takes for that… Now, is it me, or you are becoming more and more arousing ? »

You smile against his lips, feeling his hard on against your stomach. « You already impregnated me, breeding me would be pointless, lord commander. »

He smirks and lift you from the ground. You roll your legs around his heavy waist while he kisses your breast. « Nonsense. It is my duty to mark what is mine. »

He walks you to the bed and sit you on the edge before flipping you on your stomach, grabbing your hips to have you on all four so you don’t lay on your little bump he already loves so much.

« Taiju, what are you doing ? » You say, trying to look behind your shoulder.

« I told you, I take what is mine. »

He grabs you ass cheeks and part them just to make space for him to slide his thick cock in between and then let a long string of saliva fall from his mouth to his length.

You chuckle and breath hard when you feel him sliding his cockhead up and down your folds. Your cheek lay down on the mattress while he makes you more and more needy. You start to wriggle beneath him and he smirks.

« What is the matter Y/n ? »

« Hurry… I want you… » You plead, feeling your cunt becoming so wet for the crusader.

« Then, would you let me breed you again ? »

« Yes ! God yes… I want your semen inside my womb. »

He smiles and starts to slide his dick inside your tight hole. « Good girl. »

You moan loudly when you feel him split you open on his hard shaft.

Your eyes roll inside when he bottoms out. No matter how many time you did it, you’ll never get used to his size. Taiju is a tall and built up man, and God as gifted him everywhere.

You feel the blood rush in your vein as he doesn’t move and you need so bad to feel his powerful thrusts, you start to move on your own.

He looks at you rolling your hips to meet his and bites on his lower lip. « Someone is eager. »

« More… I want to feel you deep inside me. »

He caress your ass before giving it a slap. « Greed and lust are great sins woman, are you not ashamed ? »

He teases you, wanting to take his time when all you want is feeling him slamming his hips against your ass.

He bend over and peppers kisses on your back. « Be patient, I promise I will make you feel good. »

« No ! I want it now ! »

You push him away from you and he let you do what you want even if he’s a bit surprised by your behavior. You became more sexual since you’re pregnant. Not against his liking but you always let him do what he wanted.

You push him on the bed and come to straddle him, riding him with your hand on his throat.

His eyes slides from your beautiful face to your belly and he adores everything you are, everything you do to him.

He puts his hands on your hips to help you go up and down his hard dick and you moan with him as soon as he starts to move in sync with you.

The pit in your stomach starts to grow slowly while you feel him nudged deep inside you, throbbing everytime he hits your sweet spot.

He lift his body to give you a passionate kiss and whispers against your lips « Mine. »

Your forehead rest against his while you smile « Yours, eternally. »

It makes him groan, grabbing your hips to slam his pelvis up hard and you moan for him loudly.

You squeeze him inside when he touches your right spot and it makes him go harder whispering « Good girl, you are my good girl. »

All your body starts to shiver as he thrust deeper and deeper inside you, touching your cervix with the tip of his cock and he comes to gently neeble on one of your boobs.

Your hands go in his black and blue hair to keep him close while you and him start to chase after your release.

He puts his head against your heart and make you slide on his shaft while his mouth starts to open, letting hard breath informing you he’s going to come soon.

You put your hands in his locks and pull lightly so he can look you in the eye. You’re chasing after his mouth and he kisses you passionately.

« Marry me. » he whispers in it.

Your breath is taken away as he slams your hips against his. You moan, feeling like you heard him wrong but he deepens the kiss before parting his lips. « I am about to come Y/n. »

You move faster on him, your warm walls sliding easily around his long cock and you keep him as close as you can.

« Come Taiju… come inside of me. Make me yours. »

He groans as his hips falter and he releases his thick cum inside you.

Your head fall back as he makes you come undone in a pure bliss.

He looks at you cumming for him and he’s so sure about his next words.

« Marry me Y/n. I want you to be my wife. »

« What ? »

« Let us take our vows. Right now. »

You look at him not understanding. You don’t even know what is stronger inside you, you’re just dumbfounded.

« Taiju… You cannot-»

« You do not want to be my wife ? »

« Of course I do ! But… you are a priest, you cannot- »

« Precisely. I am a priest. It means I am able to marry us. God put you on my way to give me an heir. I tried to burn you alive but you survived. I tried to leave you but you found your way back to me. You crossed an ocean, you walked through a land at war. You jumped out of a ship and yet you survived all of this. And more than that… » he put his hand on your belly, his cock still buried inside you. « You are going to make me a father. The Lord wanted me to be with you. I do not know why, but what I know for sure is that I want to make you mine. I want you to have my name. I want you to have my children. I thought my whole life had to be dedicated to the Almighty Lord but he wants me to be with you, I know that, you are pregnant by his will. I just know I want to protect and cherish you for the rest of my life. »

Your eyes start watering and you don’t know if it’s from happiness or because of the hormones. But you hug him close and kiss him again.

« What do you say ? » he asks against your lips.

« I say yes. I want to be your wife. »

He kisses you starting to thrust carefully inside you while he cup your cheek and do his work as a priest and a groom.

You repeat after him the vows that you have to take under the benevolent gaze of a god whom you don’t know if he really exists but if your husband believes in him then you’re willing to hope for his blessing.

As he fucks you gently, Taiju ends the process almost in a hurry, so eager to feel your lips against his.

« You may now kiss the bride. » You don’t wait for him to come as you kiss him toroughly while he come again inside you, breeding his newly wife.

« Mrs Shiba. » He whispers and your toes curl as he makes you cum with him.

Not once since you met him, you thought it would end up like this. You being married to him, bearing his child in a land you don’t even know.

You always thought, you’ll stay in your small village, in your tiny cottage, selling your vegetables to survive the next winter and eventually end up alone because no one ever caught your interest.

But you are so happy it almost hurts. Because now, that man that took away everything you ever had, just gave you everything he owns. His name, his life, his faith. Everything is yours. And he will stay with you forever. He swear in front of his God. He swear to respect and cherish you for the rest of his life.

« I love you Taiju. »

You lay down on top of him and he kisses your hair, petting your head and your back.

You are both exhausted. You fall asleep in his arms dreaming about a young child with golden eyes and a stern look on a beach, running to a crusaders arms and his father throw them in the air before catching back the giggling child and you know everything’s gonna be alright.

When you wake up, Taiju is not in the bed anymore. He’s patiently working on a piece a wood with his dagger. He got his pants on but is muscular torso is still bare.

When you move in the bed he stops what he’s doing to look at you and then blow on the little piece of wood.

« Did I overslept ? »

He smirk and shake his head. « Just an hour. » He stands up and comes to you, putting his dagger on the bed and you take it to take a closer look. The handle is in black onix with several silver dots and a saphir on the top. He takes it back and lift your left hand to kiss your burned skin before sliding gently the wood ring he crafted on your finger.

« I promise to buy you a beautiful ring when I go back to the city, but for now, this is all I can give you. »

You look at your hand and then at him and you don’t know why but the feeling of him putting the handmade ring around your finger is overwhelming. « No need, I love this one. »

He chuckles and leans to kiss you. « No, I insist. You deserved so much better. You’re a Shiba now, women of my family wear gold and rivers of diamonds, I will ask my sister for help, she is known for having good taste in that matter. I will buy you beautiful gowns and everything you need to look like a lady. You are one now, you are my lady. My wife. »

You feel the butterflies go crazy in your stomach and you smile with your cheeks burning.

« You have a sister ? You never told me about your family aside your uncle. »

He looks at you and open his mouth calmly. « Since you are now my spouse I guess I can tell you. I do have a younger sister and also a brother. I am the first born. My father was a wealthy lord serving their majesty in the old land. He was the general of the royal army. But I barely known him. He was living with the court in the royal palace while my mother and us were living in our land, he just came from time to time to do his marital duties and then went back to the capital. My mother was a lady in waiting of the queen when they met. But once she got married, my father sent her in his castle out of jealousy. She was beautiful, and from a powerful family where the oldest son is always to become a servant of God. This is why my uncle is a prince of the church, this is why he wants me to be one too… »

« This explain a lot. » you say, finally lifting the veil of his life.

He nods « When my mother birthed me and by the marital contract my parents signed, I was immediately dedicated to be a knight serving God and I have been raised in this sole purpose. And then, just before my brother’s birth my father died from disease and the king gave me his titles, properties and a place in his army. I went to war at age of 17 and my mother died during my first crusade. My uncle took the head of our family, married my sister to a rich and old marquis and my brother to the youngest cousin of the prince. When I went back from war, he ordained me priest and he sent me to the inquisition. This is where I met you. »

He takes your hand and kiss it tenderly.

« I was fine with this life. I love being a servant of the Lord. My only regret is the harm I caused you. » He looks at your burned skin and kisses it gently. « But I swear, you will never be in pain again. I will protect you and keep you safe no matter what it will cost. You are mine, both of you. I will protect our family. » he adds putting his hand on your little belly bulge.

You throw yourself in his arms and kiss him as your life depends on it. You know you can relay on him. You are not afraid of what your life might be in the futur. You know Taiju will always be by your side.

You two end up falling asleep in a tight embrace, him caressing your hair and whispering sweet nothing to your ear until morning comes.

The next day, you open your eyes in your bed but Taiju is nowhere to be find. You hear loud noises outside, stand up and dress yourself before opening the front door.

Your husband is shirtless, cutting wood with an axe and you lean on the door frame looking at him working hard just to make sure you won’t be cold in the next days.

Despite you being behind him, he stops the moment he feels your eyes on him and turn around to smile at you.

You give it back, putting your hand on your pregnant belly and you think this is what you can call true happiness. You don’t need to be a lady, you don’t need to live in a fancy castle with jewels and helps.

You just need Taiju to smile at you.

And then you hear noises coming from the wood and Taiju frown, turning over with the axe in both hands.

Five crusaders come out the wood and stop in front of him.

One of the knight carry a banner with a black cross on it and you recognize the leader as Taiju’s aide.

Your husband looks behind his shoulder to you and say calmly. « Get inside. »

« Holy knight Taiju Shiba, in the name of our almighty Lord and by the will of his Holiness the Cardinal Shiba I order you to lower your weapon and come with us. »

« You do not order me anything, I am your lord commander. » Reply Taiju with murdurous eyes.

« Not anymore. The Cardinal had you followed. He knows everything. You are under arrest and so is she. If you do not put a fight, his Holiness might show mercy. »

Taiju looks at you and you see him smile before tightening his hands on the axe. « Well, if you want her, you will have to kill me first. »

« I have no will to fight you Commander. I always admired you and I still respect you. But you know I cannot deny his Holiness command. »

« Tell his Holiness she is my wife and she is bearing my heir. The church has no right to imprison or harm a pregnant woman and you know this. »

The aide don’t move, not touched by the revelation. « This is an order, I have to take her anyway. What the Cardinal is going to do to her is none of my concern. »

Taiju look at the axe in his hand and breath calmly. He really tried not to fight against his own men. But he promised to protect you… no matter what.

« If you want to get to her, you will need to kill me first. She is mine and I am not going to let you take my family away from me. »

A heavy silent starts to grow in the place and Taiju and his aide look at each other while the other crusaders ride off their horses.

The aide smile and bow his head. « So you are choosing this woman over the Church huh…Then I think you sealed your fate. »

Taiju looks at you one last time and try his best to smile. « Y/n, lock yourself inside and do not come out until I tell you so. »

« But- »

« For God’s sake woman, do as I say ! There is no time to argue !» He raises his voice at you and you understand things are going to get ugly when the aide pulls out his sword.

You just have time to see the four other crusaders do the same as they circle the priest, alone without his armors and sword to fight properly.

You don’t want this. You don’t want to let him alone. You are so afraid of closing this door. Because you know next time you will open it, Taiju might not be there anymore. You can’t lose him. He’s your breath, your heartbeats, your life.

« CLOSE THIS DAMN DOOR Y/N !! NOW !! » He shout when the first crusader comes to fight him. The last thing you see is him blocking the sword with the axe handle while another one run to his side with his sword in the air.

You shut the door and drag the table against to protect you from them and the first sound of steal against steal his terrifying. You don’t know what’s going on, you can’t see what is happening outside. You try to calm your nerve but the anguish is rising up so fast inside you it makes you want to throw up. You want to go outside. You want to be with him, to protect him.

But the only thing you can do is to wait like your husband told you.

It is not about you alone, you carry another life to protect and Taiju is doing his best to shield you both from the crusaders.

You knew things couldn’t last forever. Him being reckless, and you carefree would lead you there somehow, someday. But you weren’t ready yet. Not now, not like that.

The fight is still going on, you can tell, you hear cries and roar of soldiers fighting to death and your eyes slowly start to water. Taiju might die here. You could lose him. And this, is unbearable.

Your back starts to hurt, you can’t find your breath, you never felt so weak, so afraid.

Your eyes goes everywhere trying to run away from your tears without noticing it already started to fall off.

And then you see it, in the corner of the tiny cottage, his long sword he fought the infidel army with lean against the wall.

You take it and it’s so heavy for you, you have to drag it on the floor. Taiju needs it. You know he does. How can an axe would keep up with five swords ?!

The steel mock the floor while you try to push the table to the side.

This is so unreal, you don’t even think about yourself. Taiju needs his sword, he needs your help to stay alive even if he said otherwise.

When you are finally able to unlock the door you see 3 crusaders lifeless while Taiju’s body is all red and blood is escaping from a wound on his chest.

You go down the little steps with his claymore and call him.

The fear in his eyes when he see you out there skyrocket and he push back his opponent to shield you from a crusader coming to you.

His axe slay the hair and comes to the knight chest as you raise the sword and cut his thigh with it.

The fighter cries in pain before falling down but it doesn’t stops from what you fear the most to happen right in front of you.

Taiju’s aide raise his sword and strike your husband’s back making him fall in his knees while he looks at you with his mouth open.

Time freeze and you look at each other one last time while the captain comes to take Taiju’s final breath.

« I love you Y/N. » He says for the first time, an orphan tear running along his cheek.

You shake your head, refusing to hear his last confession.

When the aide is right behind him he stops and look at his commander. « May God welcomes you in the Kingdom of Heaven, Lord Commander Taiju Shiba. »

He raises his sword, ready to strike but Taiju push you out of his way, collecting his last strengths and turn around to impale his aide on his sword.

The Claymore his pushed the blade through him until the handle comes to meet his wounded flesh and the crusader lower his eyes to look at it before dropping his weapon and falling to the ground, dead.

Taiju stands up and staggers to you, but falls too, and you just have the time to catch him in your arms.

You see him struggling to breath to the point where he starts to spit out blood and you look at him in tears.

« No, please no ! Do not do that to me, do not die. I need you to meet our child. You’re going to be a great father. We will leave the lands to your place. I promise I will do anything you want. Please, I beg you, do not leave me ! Taiju ! Taiju ! Do not close your eyes, please, I love you ! »

He looks at you and try to bring his hand to your cheek to wipe off your tears but it’s too hard.

He fights hard but darkness is slowly taking over him and you don’t know what to do.

He’s covered in so much blood you can hardly see his wounds.

When his eyes shut down your mouth opens and a silent cry escape. The sound of silent is killing you. Everything is calm. You can’t feel your heart beats anymore. You can’t feel anything at all.

You look up to the sky and shout out all your pain. Burning alive was nothing compared to what you are living right now. This is nightmare.

You can’t lose him. You refuse to. Taiju can’t die. If it was God’s will for you to be together why is he taking back his gift ?

No. No you won’t let him be. You won’t let anyone take away the love of your life.

You stand up and takes Taiju by his arm. You put him on his side and immediately looks for his pulse.

You can’t feel anything, your fingers are covered in blood and sliding on his neck.

You try again, wiping it out with your dress. Blood is still going out of his back and torso and making a pool of blood on the ground. You tear up your dress and put it aroud him, trying your best to make the blood stops while still looking for any sign of life left in your husband body.

Again.

And again.

And then you feel it. It is barely noticeable but you feel it. Taiju is still fighting and you thank the universe but you know you have to hurry.

You stand up and start to limp to the wood not realizing what you’ve been put through all theses past years was not by chance.

You are now exactly where you should have been.

The trivial, the stake, the things you learned with your help back then. You know you can save a life. You will try once again. But your time is running out and you can’t move fast with your burned leg.

You force yourself to keep going, even if it hurts, even if you could put your baby in danger by overworking your body.

You look around, bend over, try to run, to crawl, snatching herbs and seeds here and there. It’s not what you need but you will try. For him.

You come back a moment later, exhausted and check on his pulse again. Taiju is not moving at all. You can’t feel it anymore and sob when you remove your fingers.

You wait just a minute, not knowing what to do.

You can’t bring yourself to aknowledge this reality. Taiju can’t die. He’s not gone. He promised to stay by your side.

But his body is cold. You know what it means.

You caress his messy hair tenderly and your eyes catch the sight of your wooden ring when you feel a utter pain in your womb and you look at it painfully.

« No ! Please, please do not do that to me, please. »

You put your hand on your belly and force yourself to calm down. It’s so hard you can barely breath. You think you are going to die from the pain. The one in your body start to be even stronger than the one in your heart.

After a moment, you finally suceed at making the pain go away and you look at Taiju not knowing what to do.

And you realize. You can’t stop. You won’t.

Try. You have to try. Even if it’s too late. Taiju would have never give up. You are not neither. You are a Shiba. You are his wife. You can do this. You have to.

You stand up again and go inside your hideout, coming back with a fur you cover his body with to warm him up, trying your best to ignore the worst.

And you start to heal him. You do your best, wiping the tears flooding your face, making the pain in your body go away.

You are a fighter. You fought all your life for everything. And you are going to fight again to save him.

Fire lights up in your eyes as you challenge God.

It’s you alone against the fate.

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Hold the Line Chapter 3

C/W: Some OOC, characters aged to 20+, depression, talk of suicide, violence, talk of blood, sexual tension, profanity, f!reader, nicknames, smut, suggestive themes, fluff, angst, oral (both parties giving and recieving), masturbation, pillow talk

Pairings: Kazutora x afab!reader, suggested Baji x afab!reader

Full Word Count: 12k+

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Chapter 3: Kazutora’s Getting Double Vision

You let out a heavy sigh. The universe set you up for a win for the first time in AGES. You’re on a winning streak Tora, you thought to yourself. Beaming with pride, you let your childhood best friend (and crush) change in your room. Your heart is beating a million miles a minute.

“Christ Tora,” Matsuno laughed, “You’ve not smiled like that since you got out. It's good to see you happy man.” You prance over to the swirly chair and take a seat.

“I’m so happy man,” you smirk, “She’s just as I remember her, soft, perfect, and gorgeous. Momo was the most stable relationship I had as a kid”. You can feel Keisuke staring daggers into your chest.

“T’fuck does that make, dumbass?” he growled at you.

“Dude, we did a lot of fucked up shit,” you paused, “Not that you weren’t stable… We were just stably unstable together.” Keisuke nodded in agreement with your assessment. It felt good to have turned over a new leaf and to have your best bro grow with you. It also took a lot of therapy to be able to recognize that.

“So where does that leave Miss Momo?” Matsuno asked. He smirked, “You’re gonna have to act fast. She’s prime real estate”.

“I don't know,” you muse, “I still feel real strong about her. She’s all I thought about for so long, so having her here is like a dream come true”. You release a deep sigh and deep flush sneaks across your face, “It's probably not a good idea to try to find myself tied down so soon after regaining my freedom”. Your eyes are wide, hands combing your long striped hair back.

“But have you actually talked to her,” Matsuno asked, his head cocked to the side, “Have you told her anything about why you dropped off the face of the planet?” He had a point. The last thing you’d want to do is get involved with such an innocent angel just to have her learn you are the devil.

“No,” you admit sheepishly, “I’ve been caught up in a whirl. When the time is right, I will”.

“You HAVE to make sure it happens,” Keisuke and Matsuno say in unison.

“Because if you were as close as you both say,” Matsuno continued making sure to catch your gaze in the most intense way he could, ”Continuing to keep it from her, ‘protecting’ her, lying or whatever you want to call it, is gonna blow whatever chance you might have left”.

“She’ll hate you if you lie,” Keisuke added.

That statement, “She’ll hate you if you lie” rang harshly in your ears. You wanted to tell her everything. You wanted to tell her how you went to juvie and how being locked up broke you. You wanted to tell her about the horrible shit you’d done in your gang days and how you went to prison. You wanted to tell her how you were allowed to keep one thing and how you picked a picture of the two of you from the first day of middle school. And how you’d clutch it close.

“Hello? Earth to Kazutora? Are you even listening to what we said,” Keisuke whipped a pillow at you. You snapped out of the well of thoughts that were swirling in your head. The pillow made contact with your earring.

“I know, I know,” you whine, “I just want the timing to be right”. You toss the pillow back in Matsuno’s direction. “Gonna go check on her,” your voice had a flirty lilt. The guys said something to you about how timing isn't the issue at hand, however you were too busy floating back to your room thinking of how her touch sent fire through your veins.

You got to your door, softly knocking before opening it. And there she was. Long hair cascading over her shoulder in a loose plait. Hazel eyes smiling and full of kindness. Crazy long legs… wait, was she even wearing pants? You could feel desire drop like a lead weight into your loins. You’d often dream of fucking her senseless, hearing her scream your name. No, not now. I don't even know if she feels the same. Shake it off Tora, it's not the right time.

Your jaw dropped, “Wow, that’s not how you looked in middle school”. You were trembling and it was audible. “You look amazing,” you sigh lazily, jaunting up to her wrapping your arms about her waist and pulling her close. Her arms looped around your neck and you buried your face in her hair. "I’ve thought about you every day. Really missed you something fierce". You take a deep breath. She smells like sakura.

Her voice is soft, sexy, and breathy as she tells you she missed you too. Your will power over your arousal is starting to wane. She nuzzles against your shoulder and you have to suppress a groan. This moment of bliss was interrupted by her growling stomach. She pulls away, telling you she's hungry then asking where the bathroom was. You direct her towards the bathroom, watching her leave with a sigh.

Fucking hell, you think as one hand unbuttons your shirt and the other hand presses on the bulge of your cock. The cold of your hands usually helps you suppress your neediness. Hopefully this will help you keep it on the straight and narrow. The last thing you want is to make her feel like you just want to fuck and then kick her out. But you kind of do want to fuck her, no make love to her, then fuck her. You do want to talk more and hear everything about her life too. Could you handle it if she told you how many people she’s been with? That's not gonna come up, you remind yourself. This is night one of reconnecting with her.

You sit on the edge of the bed, pondering your next move and starting the movie you two were gonna watch. Or maybe you shouldn’t make a move, over thinking it could get you into trouble. She comes back and feels like she's been gone forever. When she returns your heart skips a beat “Momo,” your voice is whiny and needy, “you were gone for so long”. You can feel her gaze all over your chest. You can't stop staring at her legs and you can just barely see the curve of her ass peeking out from under her long shirt.

She teases you, telling you it was only a few minutes. When she sets down the bag in her hand, you grab her and pull her to your lap. She squeaks and that just sets your nerves a blaze. She touches her forehead to yours, eyes closed, and she whispers your name. God damn it sounded so good on her lips. Her fingers leave trails of fire over the lines of the tiger on your chest. Fuck, you sigh and cradle your head in the crook of her neck. You take a deep breath, inhaling her scent. On top of her floral perfume was the hint of how she just naturally smelled, like sweet almond. The sweetest high you could ever ask for. You adjust your head, whispering against her neck, “My Momo”. Your lips make the gentlest contact with her skin causing her to mewl. It sounds like the approval of your silent question.

Fuck timing. You decide to kiss her neck. You need this. Just as you finally have the courage to do something, your phone rings. SON OF A BITCH, you scream internally. The raspy, horny voice of the boss’ private dancer tells you that you need to come in. It’s your turn to watch the door. You sigh in defeat. Looks like showing Momo that you love her will have to wait. Time to go kick some ass. You apologize to her as you set her on the bed, “Sorry Momo. I gotta go, I’ll be back later,” you swear that you heard her heart shatter. Shouting to the guys that you'd be back, you throw your shoes on and speed out of the apartment.

On the ride to the club, you can't help but think about how much you just hurt the girl of your dreams and that you should have kissed her. Don’t think about her now, you have a job to do. It wasn’t much, but you knew you shouldn't have been doing it. Having any contact with anything in the gang world could cost you more of your freedom. Tonight was supposed to be an easy security gig at a strip club. There were a bunch of dancers that had been getting harassed. And with your past and abilities, you were the right former Toman man for the job. Just stand at the door, kick some ass if they get creepy, get paid extra money.

It started like any other night. You stood at the door, took cover fees, weeded out the creeps, and escorted dancers to and from their rides. Easiest fuckin money you’ve ever earned. Even easier than the job with Keisuke and Matsuno. Yet, you kept thinking about how you could get more jail time and how Momo probably won't be there when you get home. Maybe you need to tell the owner that you don't need this job anymore. Yeah, I’ll give my notice and I’ll be free.

The night goes mostly okay. You didn't have to beat anyone senseless, but you did end up punching several creeps in the face. The ladies, feeling super grateful, shared a little of their tips with you. You thank them with your signature Kazutora smile. At the end of the night, you head to the office to turn in your earpiece and walkie-talkie, and to get your pay. The owner's office door is open, so you knock and are welcomed in.

“Ah, Kazutora, my best guard,” says the older gentleman, “What brings you to my office?”

“Well sir,” you start, taking a deep breath, “I think this will be my last night.”

The owner laughs heartily. “Last night? Your contract states you need to give me a month of notice”.

“No disrespect sir, but this job is technically a violation of my release agreement”, your confidence was boosted. The owner was a reasonable man. Surely he’d let you break the contract to value your life.

“You naive boy,” the owner scowled, “I suggest you rephrase your terms to being done next month. I’d hate to have your skull beat in”. His tone was dark and sinister. You have a horrible flashback to the event that landed you in prison.

You know how these guys work, so you agree. “Of course sir,” you take a deep breath, “Sir, I want to let you know that I am giving you my month's notice. I will have a formal letter for you on my next shift”. That should work.

“Of course my boy,” the owner's smile was crazily sinister, “But you did try to break the contract”. He got up from his desk, motioning over two of the thugs by his private dance room, “So you’re gonna have to deal with those consequences. I expect a letter on my desk when you return. Recover well on your time off, we’ll talk Monday”.

Your heart was pounding and you honestly were scared. The thug with the huge gauge in his lip had you in a full nelson. The other, who had a tattoo on his face of six teardrops, was beating the shit out of you. As much as you wanted to fight back, you knew you couldn't. The owner knew you and your past. He could easily ruin your life. There was no explaining the real reason you wanted out, that would put anyone you cared for in danger. Fighting back could easily be spun to you straight up attacking these guys, which with your record would put you right back into hell. You’d kill to break these guys' faces, and you totally could. But again, the risk isn't worth it.

“You fucking pussy,” the one who was holding you laughed, “Why dont you want to fight back, bitch?” He took this opportunity to ram his knee into your thigh, causing your leg to buckle. All at the right moment to take a right hook to the face from the teardrop thug. The owner sat there, watched, and occasionally chuckled at particularly hard hits. Just like all other organized crime bosses would. The one throwing the punches laughed like a maniac at your gushing nose.

“Enough,” said the boss, clapping his hands, “Kazutora, have you learned your lesson?” you nod furiously. “I need to hear the words boy,” your soon to be former boss demanded.

“Yes sir, I have learned my lesson to not break my contract”. You hissed through your pain.

“Good man, ride safe”, the boss said as you were thrown to the ground out back by your bike. A cloud of cash landed around you like sakura petals.Your eyes felt like they were ping ponging in your skull. Your ears are ringing and your mouth tastes like pennies. They fucked you up good.

You laid there for a moment, coughing up blood on the damp pavement and waiting for your vision to come back to normal. It was 11:45 before you felt okay enough to get up and get to the hospital that was just around the corner. Gotta get fixed up, can’t let Momo see me like this. Your mind focused on the warm form of the girl of your dreams while you got stitched up and your nose set. “You’re lucky kid,” the doctor says, “No concussion, no deep tissue or organ injuries.” You’re handed your discharge paperwork and a bottle of painkillers. Luckily, this time you didn't have any internal bleeding that would require observation. “Thanks Doc,” you mutter, making sure to leave a decent payment so the doctor wouldn't report it. The doctor graciously accepted and waved you away.

The screen on your phone reads 1:15 am. Christ, you suppose it's gonna be like 2:00 or 2:30 before you get home. Who knew that it would take so long to get patched up. The intrusive thoughts began as you rode home, Don't hurry home, she won't be there. Maybe she fucked Keisuke, wouldn’t blame her. He’s got a way with women. Or would she prefer Matsuno? You shook your head, knowing that Momo wasn’t like that. Almost there, you can do this Tora.

You clambered up the flight of stairs to your landing. Your stomach churned, the pain medication you got while getting patched up was making you sick. Or maybe it was not having eaten before you left for your shift. Or a combination of both. You pause where the stairs meet the landing. The cool night air helped a little. A few deep breaths later and you felt well enough to get in the door.

In true Kazutora fashion, you sounded like a bull in a china shop when you came in. Then you were on the floor. The thump of your body making contact with the floor got two of your friends out of bed. You look up to see Keisuke and Momo kneeling over you. You try to push yourself to your feet but are unsuccessful. You could hear a soft knock and Matsuno’s voice talking with Momo.

“Fucking christ,” Keisuke hissed, “What the fuck happened man? Did you lay it down?” You could feel your body being rolled over and lifted at the shoulders.

“My god,” Matsuno groaned from his doorway, “It looks like he got jumped. Let’s get him on the couch”. You could hear a set of feet patter away, and clanking in another room. Four hands pulled you up by your armpits and guided you out of the entrance way of the apartment.

“Kei?” you wince, feeling now the plush of the couch under you. “Kei, is she here?”

“Duh,” he nodded toward the kitchen, “She’s getting you some ice and something to clean you up with”.

“She’s an angel Kei,” you groan, “I-I don't deserve her.” Keisuke rolls his eyes. You were being grossly sweet and it made him gag a little. Matsuno pretended to stick his fingers down his throat. Of course these guys were gonna razz you when you were hurt. That's what made them some of your closest bros.

Momo’s voice was closer now. “Keisuke, why don't you two go check his bike?” You could feel her gentle touch on your shoulder. It was followed by an icy burn. Ice pack, you wince. You watch him nod and go out the door with Matsuno. The men’s voices feel distant, you can't hear what they are saying. You turn your head, looking at those big hazel eyes.

“Momo?” you asked, lifting your hand to caress her cheek. Her face is warm and tear stained. Fuck she’s been crying.

“Tora, rest. I’ve got you,” her hand caresses yours. “We’ve got you. You’re safe. Just rest,” her lips kissed your palm. When she said your name, your heart damn near stopped. Then her lips kissed your hand and you could feel a tear trickle down her face. She was right, it was time to rest. Her hand gently moved what she could of your bangs, some pieces were stuck in dried blood. She placed a warm, damp cloth on the dried blood, letting the warmth work and gently wiping the mess away.

“Please be here when I get up, okay love?” was the last thing you could muster. You didn't even hear her respond before you passed out. You knew she would be. That’s your Momo.

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