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buccini555 · 5 months

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"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞..." — 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Headcanons of how they would react to you wanting to end your relationship after they were rude or aggressive

H e a d c a n o n s

𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho Hitto, Kokonoi Hajime, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Takeomi Akashi and Kanji Mochizuki

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

tw: threats, reference to emotional dependence(?), abandonment issues, manipulation and su!cide mention

Manjiro didn't mind taking out the anger he felt during his crises on you and he was very worried about ending up hurting you, despite that, he didn't want to and couldn't lose you, for that reason, he kept you under total control, even so, when you found the courage to put an end to that relationship, Manjiro was in disbelief that you really intended to leave him.

"No, you won't leave me, don't do this to me." He would shout at you while holding you by the arm, his words would become even more desperate, making the atmosphere increasingly tense between the two of you. "If you leave me... If you break up with me, I'll kill myself, do you fucking hear me?" Manjiro would say, squeezing your arm even tighter, once again, not caring that you was scaring you with such aggression.

"Don't leave me... Please... Don't leave me..." Letting go of you when he realized that he was already going beyond the limits, he would move away a little and remain begging more and more for your forgiveness and for you not to let him alone.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

tw: aggressiveness, extreme abandonment issues, victimism(?), manipulation and threats

Haruchiyo ended up being rude and aggressive most of the time because he was angry about something, despite that, in a way, he tried to maintain control because he really liked you in some way, when Sanzu realized that he was losing you when he heard you talk that he wanted to end your relationship, even though it made him angry and angry with himself for not having been good enough for you, one side of him wouldn't allow you to leave.

"I know it seems like I never cared about your love or that I don't care about anyone, but I love you, if you let me... I don't know what I'm capable of." Holding your face, he would speak as sincerely as possible while holding back as much as possible so as not to end up being aggressive towards you.

"Please do not leave me alone." Sanzu would kneel before you and insistently ask for your forgiveness, he really didn't want you to leave him, he wouldn't threaten you directly, however, Haruchiyo would fear ending up doing something against you.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

tw: changes in behavior, kakucho continuing to be a sweetheart even though he's broken inside and indifference/coldness or silent treatment(?)

Kakucho was always kind and adorable, despite this, being part of one of the most dangerous gangs made him change almost overnight, making him colder and more impatient.

"In short, is it over between us?" Interrupting your speech, he would say when he realized that that dialogue was about ending a relationship, at that very moment, Kakucho just remained without any reaction.

"I respect your choice, since you want to leave me... Well, go ahead! But know that despite everything, I won't stop loving you..." As much as his true desire was to ask you not to giving up on your relationship, Kakucho no longer made a point of insisting on someone, he wouldn't threaten you and much less be aggressive, Kakucho would just treat you with total indifference and coldness even though he still made a point of showing his side that used to be affectionate and passionate.

"Hey..." The taller one would hold your hand. "Can I give you a hug before you go...?" Kakucho would ask, trying to look away as much as possible to hide the sadness in his eyes when he realized that he had truly lost you.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

tw: impatience, exhaustion at work, "unintentional" aggression, extreme fear of abandonment, emotional dependence

Kokonoi was affectionate most of the time, despite this, the stress coming from his "work" really affected him, making him lose his temper with you easily on most occasions.

"What did I do wrong to make you want to leave me?" He would yell at you as soon as he listened carefully to you saying that the relationship had become unsustainable. "Wasn't I enough for you? Tell me!" For the first time, Kokonoi showed aggression at that moment when he put you against the wall, holding your shoulders while he continued speaking with a raised voice, leaving you completely scared.

"I-I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry..." Realizing what he was doing, Kokonoi immediately let go of you and hugged you, he didn't want to hurt you even though he was completely losing control.

"You can't do this... If you leave me... I, I can't let you go, I can't lose you too, you're all I have that's most valuable." Hugging you even tighter, he would say, being sincere in his somewhat desperate words, Kokonoi would beg until the last moment for you to remain by his side.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

tw: manipulation, victimism, aggression, emotional dependence(?), threats and strong words

Rindou wasn't usually rude or aggressive except when he was angry, despite that, he didn't really care about ruining your feelings every time he was stressed about something, once he realized that you were really about to leave him, Rindou definitely didn't accept your choice, quite the opposite, he really wouldn't react well to the possible breakup.

"...What the hell do you think you're talking about?" He would turn to you with a tan lookI was as scared and would even say disbelieved in his words.

"Do you really think you can leave me like I'm nothing? Do you really think I'm going to allow that? Bitch, you don't know what I'm capable of doing for you!" Holding your arm in a way he never did, he would start yelling at you without worrying if he was scaring you or anything.

"If you leave me... I won't be able to live without you and I won't forgive myself for hurting you if you go, forgive me for everything, please." Begging for your forgiveness, Rindou would threaten you indirectly, he really wouldn't allow you to leave no matter what, he would keep you by his side at any cost.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

tw: toxic relationship, manipulation, mention of aggression, victimism, false promises, threats and mention of dependence

It was not uncommon for Ran to end up being rude or aggressive towards you, despite this, he always ends up regretting it and going back to apologize, when you threatened to break up with him, Ran simply did not accept such a choice on your part.

"You want to leave me? After everything I did for you? I thought you loved me..." Ran would say in a dramatic way like he always used to do when you guys fought, despite that, when he realized the seriousness in his words , he would immediately change at the thought of ending up losing you.

"If you dare leave me, I won't forgive myself for what I'm going to do to you!" Putting you against the wall, he would hold your neck with force to make you look at his face, Ran would say in a tone of threat and distress, looking directly into your eyes to make you feel even worse.

"Never think about leaving me again, no one will ever love you like I do..." The taller one would kiss your cheek and start to caress your face gently, Ran would keep saying that he loved you unconditionally despite his actions.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

tw: alcohol/drugs mention, betrayal mention, strong words, petnames like "princess", aggression, victimism, threats and manipulation

Takeomi was never able to show the slightest bit of affection, only when he was drunk or drugged, most of the time, Akashi remained rude, not to mention the countless betrayals.

When you told him that you wanted to end that relationship, Takeomi simply laughed at you. "Are you kidding me? Stop talking nonsense before I lose my fucking patience with your annoying voice." He would say holding his arm, but when he realized that you really wanted to leave him, his posture would change immediately.

"I'm sorry, my love! I'll change, if you let me... Well, I won't mind punishing you, you know that, don't you, my little princess?"

Takeomi would let go of your arm and pull you into a forced hug, he would promise you that he would change to save your relationship but he would threaten you right away.

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢

tw: kanji being an idiot, mention of aggression, manipulation and threats

Kanji was extremely rude to you most of the time, he rarely showed any affection, when you showed the first signs that you wanted to end your relationship, he ended up becoming even worse.

"You were the one who wanted to start this, weren't you? Now, stand by your choices." He would say as soon as he heard you asking to break up, Kanji wouldn't mind being even more aggressive with you because he was in disbelief in the fact that you wanted to leave him, at the same time that he still felt the slightest bit of feelings for you and didn't want to lose you. Mochi simply wouldn't allow you to remain in control of your own life.

"If you leave me, I won't leave you alone, so you don't want to pay to see it." He would say in a threatening tone holding your face making you look directly at him.

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iamfandomtrashandimproud · 8 months

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Y/N: I gotta get back home before Mikey realizes I'm not in bed!

Bonten!Mikey: *wakes up alone in bed* Y/N?? Y/N!! 😭

#Tokyo revengers #yandere Tokyo revengers #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano #bonten timeline #bonten mikey #source: Cleveland #Tokyo revengers x reader

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kinkandkreep · 8 months

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❥︎ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

❥︎ 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥︎ 𝑪𝑾: 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

❥︎ "__" 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆

❥︎ '𝑲𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒊' 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 "𝒄𝒐-𝒛𝒚" 𝒐𝒓 "𝒈𝒐-𝒛𝒊"

❥︎ ᵃ/ⁿ: ʰᵉʸ ʰᵉʸ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ! ʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ!ᵐⁱᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶠⁱᶜ! ᵇᵘᶜᵏˡᵉ ᵘᵖ, ᶜᵘˢ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰʸ ᵒⁿᵉ. ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ! 👋🏾

“Kgosi! Be careful love!”

The little tot’s shrieking laughter can be heard in response, his tiny feet carrying him towards you.

A large smile plastered across your face, you crouch, arms open expectantly. Kgosi tosses himself into your embrace, giggling happily and gesturing to be lifted.

Standing, you bring your baby boy with you, holding him gently but firmly and twirling a couple times in place. Again, that familiar laugh that never fails to warm your heart can be heard in Kgosi’s excitement.

“Yay! Again!” Your baby claps, the movement clunky and uncoordinated what with his chubby hands.

“Noo, not again baby. Mama’s a little dizzy.” Kgosi frowns but his disappointment is quickly forgotten when he recognizes where you’re carrying him.

The baby’s face lights up, black eyes twinkling with newfound mirth.

“Swing mama, wanna swing!”

You place Kgosi safely in the bucket swing, lightly flicking the fat of one of his cheeks and chuckling as he shies away with a bright smile and yet another tiny giggle.

“Hold on tight ok?” Kgosi nods determinedly, little hands gripping the rubber coated chains on either side of him.

“Ready mama!” Nodding, you take your place behind your son, pulling the swing up and back until the seat rests just above your head. You’re preparing to let go when a voice from behind startles you.

“Miss __ __?”

In your surprise you release the seat, your son’s shrieks of joy sounding as he swings back and forth.

Turning, you face the man whom the voice belongs to, and you're shocked and a little disturbed to see he's a large scar running almost the circumference of his head, pale against his skin and visible though he stands a distance away from you.

He’s dressed in all black, and you can see his eyes moving as he watches your son.

Stepping into the man’s field of vision, you lay your arms defensively across your chest, expression flat and unamused.

“That depends. Who’s asking?”

The black clad man’s eyes snap up to your face, and for a moment, you two engage in a tense stare down.

Eventually, he relents, sensing that you weren’t going to.

“I am here on behalf of Manjiro Sano. He wishes to hold an audience with you.”

A sudden, sharp bolt of lightning zips down your spine upon hearing that name.

It had been quite literally years, and you’d not heard hide nor hair of the once invincible man.

You’d managed to convince yourself that that was a good thing.

“Why?” That one single word is so loaded with other lingering questions and feelings and anger that the man shifts uncomfortably.

“I was only told to deliver the message, nothing more.”

You can tell the man knows more than he lets on, but refrains from saying anything else. Perhaps out of a sense of respect for Manjiro. Perhaps out of a subconscious desire to spare you the details.

Whatever the reason, you find yourself a little peeved that he won’t spill, but nevertheless, you acquiesce.

“Fine. But I’m taking my son somewhere safe first.”

“Actually,” the scarred man moves to take a step forward, quickly aborting the movement when you equally as quickly step back, feeling behind yourself for Kgosi.

“Stay there. I don’t want you any closer to my son.”

The man nods, returning to his previous position.

“Actually,” he begins again, one hand slightly outstretched as a sign of submission. “The King requested that you bring your son along. He wishes to see him as well.”

Upon hearing Mikey be addressed as “The King,” you lift a disbelieving brow.

“Really? He’s having you refer to him as “The King?” You know, I become more glad everyday that he left me alone.”

You’re more so speaking to yourself, and the man clears his throat to draw back your attention.

“When you’re ready, I will escort you both to the designated meeting place.”

With that, the man turns and begins walking off, your eyes watching him closely as he does.

Turning, you finally address Kgosi, who has long since stopped swinging and has, rather uncharacteristically, been quietly watching the entire exchange.

“Who dat mama?”

Unsure of how exactly to answer the question, you respond with the first thing that comes to mind.

“He’s one of daddy’s friends baby.”

At the mention of his father, little Kgosi begins to bounce excitedly where he’s still seated.

“Daddy yay!”

Despite your gripe with the man, you can’t help the sad smile that curls your lip at your son’s enthusiasm.

‘If only you knew, son…’

It takes a bit to get Kgosi situated and gather up your belongings, but once you do, you find the scarred man leaned against a nearby tree, arms folded across his chest, awaiting your approach.

"Ready?” He queries, standing to his full height.

You give one solemn nod, following when the man beckons.

The ride is a quiet one: neither you nor the man asks questions. The only sound is that of your son’s absentminded babbles as he plays with his car toys and the occasional “look mama!” when you pass something he finds particularly interesting outside.

You try to keep as engaged as possible, but your mind is running a thousand miles a minute.

‘What on Earth could Manjiro want with us now?’

After about 30 minutes and seemingly endless pondering, you arrive at a little house on the outskirts of the city. It’s not a place you immediately recognize, and this causes you some alarm.

“Why did he want us brought here?” The question comes out more severe than you intended for it to. The man side eyes you, hesitating before speaking.

“The King thought that perhaps you’d be more comfortable and apt to talk somewhere that was a little more quaint and a little less busy than his usual residence.”

“Less busy than his usual residence, you say? I can only imagine the shit he gets into.”

“Lang’ge mama!” Your son gasps, causing you to chuckle.

“Sorry baby, you’re right. Mama should watch her language.”

The man watches silently, trying to suppress a small smile at your interaction with your son.

“Right this way.”

Once you’ve all exited the car- presumably something expensive now that you’ve paid it any real attention- you begin making your way up the porch steps to the front door.

Kgosi insisted on walking himself, so your right hand is occupied by his left. The scarred man offered to carry your bag, and you let him, figuring he had no want or need for diapers and coloring books.

The trek up to the door seems endless, and you attribute that mostly to nerves. It’s been so long since you’ve heard so much as a whisper about Manjiro and his current whereabouts and endeavors, let alone actually seen him.

Ken and the others looked for him for a time after he disappeared, but after some less than savory occurrences, of which you never got the full details, they left that pursuit alone.

“It’s-...it’s difficult, I know, but it’s better this way, __. Mikey clearly doesn’t want to be found.” Ken’s words were heavy and laced with a barely concealed sorrow.

You’d agreed at the time, even though the elusive man lingered in your thoughts on occasion.

Now you were faced with the prospect of meeting him in person again after so long and after so much had transpired.

And not just you, but your son as well.

Releasing a breath you weren’t aware you were holding, you take more confident steps into the foyer, lightly squeezing Kgosi’s hand to calm him from where he bounces excitedly on his feet. You’re in the process of removing your and Kgosi’s shoes when the man speaks.

“One moment. Please, feel free to peruse this area while I step away.”

Before you’re given the opportunity to respond, the man jets off, leaving you and Kgosi to wander around for a bit.

The house is indeed rather quaint; homey and sensible, while still containing modern fixtures and appliances.

You peek into the kitchen, finding it to be fully stocked and in pristine condition.

Not thinking too much about it, and at Kgosi’s insistence, you take a box of apple juice from the refrigerator and offer it to your son, making sure to throw away the plastic wrapping the straw came out of.

Moving along, you encounter what seems to be the first of two living areas.

It’s decorated in warm, neutral colors. The couch, upon sitting, is found to be very soft (Kgosi has a blast bouncing on it) and a large flat screen TV rests atop a stone fireplace.

Behind the couch is open space covered in a large, ornate carpet. Beside it, floor length windows showcase a lush, well manicured garden space, which your son seems quite eager to explore.

“Maybe a little later, son. I don’t want your clothes getting soiled or to track dirt.”

Kgosi pouts, but quickly goes back to enjoying his juice and bouncing on the couch.

You, on the other hand, resume being caught up in your thoughts.

You’re so caught up in fact, that you don’t immediately notice when the scarred man returns.

“Miss __?”

You jump just a bit at his sudden appearance.

Standing, you lift and tuck Kgosi against your hip, nodding to the man and following when he motions for you to do so.

You can practically feel your heart about to beat out of your chest the closer you get to the room where Manjiro presumably is.

Each step feels heavier than the last, until finally, the floor slips from underneath you entirely as you round the corner.

There sits Manjiro, your first love, and the father of your pride and joy.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, __?”

You’re too stunned to speak, though you can feel yourself subconsciously tightening your grip on Kgosi.

Surrounding Manjiro are three men, each more bizarre looking than the last. From where you’re facing him, on Manjiro’s right stands a pair of guys, both with black and purple hair, though one’s is longer and the other’s is gelled to the side. They resemble one another, and you assume they are, at the least, related.

On Manjiro’s left is perhaps the strangest looking man thus far.

His hair is bright pink, and he’s got two large, diamond shaped scars on either corner of his mouth. He sports a wide grin, and you quickly look away from him, deciding you don’t like the way he, or any of them for that matter, makes you feel.

Mikey simply watches as you observe his men, his dull, black irises remaining fixated on you and Kgosi.

“What do you want, Manjiro?” You speak suddenly, and the air in the room immediately shifts from tense to even more so.

“What do you mean, __? I clearly wanted to see you,” his eyes slide to Kgosi. “And our son.”

“Ok, but why now?” You grit out the words, becoming more agitated by the second.

Mikey doesn’t respond, refraining from moving for a second before he gestures to the seat before you.

“Why don’t you take a seat, love? You seem irritated.”

“I’m fine right here.”

“__, I’m asking nicely-”

“I said I’m f-...”

“Sit down!”

The sudden outburst catches you off guard, as well as Kgosi, who covers his ears.

“Loud mama!”

Breaking eye contact with Manjiro, you turn to Kgosi, placing a small kiss on his forehead. “I’m sorry baby,” you throw a pointed sidelong glance at Manjiro with your next words. “We’ll be more quiet.”

You think you can see the beginnings of a smirk start to shape Manjiro’s mouth, but the movement is quickly aborted.

The silence having returned, you slowly take a seat, adjusting Kgosi’s position in your lap. Mikey watches you closely the entire time, his eyes never leaving you or Kgosi’s forms.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard was it? Besides, sitting is much more comfortable than standing when you're carrying weight isn’t it?”

You’re not sure why Manjiro is asking such asinine questions, but you can’t help the urge to roll your eyes.

“I ask again, Manjiro, why now of all times did you apparently want to see us so badly?”

The man doesn't immediately answer, and you can feel your brow twitch.

"Does there have to be a specific reason as to 'why now?' It's not like you were doing anything particularly important right? I just felt this overwhelming urge to see my two favorite people."

You level Manjiro with a scathing glare.

"Your two favorite people huh? You don't typically just abandon your two favorite people with no explanation, especially not when they're your son and his mother."

You could swear the temperature in the room drops at least a little bit, your frosty ire palpable to everyone.

Manjiro simply smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His jaw is clenched the most minute amount, and you can't help but feel some satisfaction that you struck a nerve.

“You’re completely right. This isn’t typically something you do. Unfortunately for us, our circumstances are anything but typical.”

You can’t suppress another eye roll, Kgosi shifting slightly on your lap. He’s been quietly eyeing the strange white-haired man for the entirety of the conversation thus far. He’s not quite sure, but he feels some sort of strange connection to him.

“It doesn’t matter what excuse you give, Manjiro. None of your wack ass machinations can justify your decision to abandon us.”

Manjiro is no longer smiling, instead his eyes are boring into yours. His jaw clenches even tighter.

“I only did what I did to protect you both.”

“From you, right? You and your little freakshow menagerie.” You let your eyes pointedly drift, to one by one land on the other occupants of the room. None of them seem too off-put by your choice of words; the pink haired one’s seemingly permanent grin even appears to widen.

“I mean come on, your little chauffeur here even insinuated it. The kind of crazy shi-,” your son gives you a glance, “stuff, you get up to in your normal residence. Look at you! You’re pale, bordering on sickly. The bags under your eyes are so deep and dark it looks like someone painted them on with black ink. I can see the beginnings of bruises on your arms and despite the air of authority you’re trying to maintain, I can tell you’re exhausted.”

You finally settle back in your chair from where you’d unconsciously leaned forward. Try as you might to suppress them, you can feel the tears beginning to build along your waterline.

“Why, Mikey? Why on Earth did you choose this life, this life of danger and misery, over us?”

It’s quiet for several long moments, and even the pink haired man is no longer grinning.

You and Mikey are locked in a severe staredown, but you can feel your resolve crumbling.

There’s nothing there.

Beneath his gaze, there lies only a dark emptiness, and you can’t help but feel that helping him now is beyond your power.

Just as you feel the first tear fall, you hear a tiny gasp, and quickly your son shimmies out of your grasp, running over to where Manjiro sits and smacking him on the arm.

“You make mama cry! Bad!”

The pink haired man makes moves to grab something from behind his back, but is quickly stilled by Mikey’s raised hand. You notice this exchange with no small degree of horror and disgust and anger, appalled at even the implication of what that man was trying to do.

Manjiro leans forward and down, meeting Kgosi’s determined stare with one of his own.

The two lock eyes for several seconds before Manjiro smiles, and this time, it does seem to reach his eyes.

“Good boy. I’m proud of you for protecting your mama.” Manjiro begins lifting a hand, and Kgosi immediately retreats back to you, only this time, he remains standing protectively in front of your legs.

“You a bad man! No touch!”

Manjiro lilts what sounds like a genuine laugh, and the tension in the room somewhat dissipates. You’re not 100% aware of it yet, but a pleased Mikey means less pain and less of a bad time for everyone involved.

“He’s brave! And smart too. You’ve done an excellent job raising him, __.” Black eyes, so similar to Kgosi’s own, flick down to his little form.

“Tell us your name, little guy.”

Kgosi hesitates, unsure if he should listen to the man who made his mama cry. He relaxes some when he feels your hand on his shoulder.

“It’s ok baby, you can tell them.”

It takes a moment or two, but eventually your son mumbles out “Kgosi,” before turning and gesturing to be lifted. You quickly oblige him, settling him in your lap, his head snuggled against your neck.

“Kgosi…a strong name. What does it mean?”

The words seem caught in your throat for some seconds, before you’re finally able to speak.

“It means King.”

Another laugh, this time louder and more raucous, escapes Manjiro, his head thrown back. The other men wear small smiles as well, all except the pink haired man, who goes back to sporting his large grin.

“It means King! How fitting. You truly are perfect. I knew you’d be an excellent mother.”

“And yet you left me. Left me to raise a child all on my own with no support, financial or emotional. Don’t think you get to laugh now and everything is just forgiven and forgotten. I’m still pissed at you, Manjiro. And I get the feeling I will be for a very long time to come.”

The tense atmosphere has returned, and Mikey has long since stopped laughing.

Instead of responding verbally, he stands, slowly making his way over to you. You can feel your baby shaking, and the thought that this man, who was supposed to serve as protector and provider, causes his own son to shake in fear makes you positively seethe.

Sensing your anger, Mikey stops just a few steps shy of you, and instead kneels down on one knee, never breaking eye contact with you.

“__. I know I’ll most likely never be able to make you understand why I left. I know that in your eyes, what I’ve done is…unforgivable. And I accept that burden as mine to bare. But all I ask, is that you put aside your rage, just for now, so that I may know my son.”

“You’re not entitled to him.” Your words shake around the edges.

“After what I’ve done, you’re absolutely right.” Manjiro lifts his bandaged right hand, placing it over his heart. “But I have no desire to possess you. Either of you. I only wish now to step up, and do what I should have done from the start.”

Manjiro extends his arms. “May I please hold our son?”

Time slows and seems to drag out endlessly.

Manjiro wasn’t there when Kgosi was born. He’s never gotten to hold him, though that was entirely his own fault.

You’d always dreamed of the day that he would, though. The day that Manjiro would sweep you both into his arms and cradle you protectively against his chest.

The day that he would return to you, fervent apologies and heartfelt whispers of love and adoration falling from his lips.

Snapping back to the present moment, you level Manjiro with a hard stare, before finally speaking.

“I suppose that’s fine. But, Kgosi gets the final say.”

Looking down, you address your son, who still watches Manjiro skeptically from the corner of his eye.

“Kgosi hun, do you mind letting daddy hold you?”

Everyone waits with bated breath to see what the little tot will say.

Eventually, after several lengthy seconds, Kgosi simply nods, and begins to wiggle out of your embrace. You let him go, watching with sad eyes as he carefully makes his way over to Manjiro, whose arms have remained outstretched for the entire exchange.

Slowly, Kgosi leans into Manjiro’s chest, and you could swear you see the muscle in the man’s exposed chest jump.

Manjiro immediately closes his arms tightly around Kgosi, gently resting his head on top of the boy’s. A shuddering, relieved sounding sigh can be heard from Manjiro, and he begins slightly rocking from side to side.

“My son, I’m so sorry.”

He lifts his head to address you, and you startle somewhat upon seeing the unshed tears lining Manjiro’s waterline.

“My love, I owe you an apology as well.”

You can’t speak, your throat constricting as you fight to hold back your own tears. Instead, you silently watch as Manjiro stands, lifting Kgosi with him. He takes measured steps towards you, finally stopping and kneeling down before you.

“My decision to do what I did, not even just towards you, but to everyone else I left behind as well, was incredibly selfish. But I truly thought it was for the best. I’m afraid I’ve fallen into the darkness, and I don’t foresee a way out. I would never wish to drag you along into this hell, and so I abandoned you, separated myself as far away from you as possible to protect you from the monster I’d become.”

The tears are falling steadily now, and you’ve the sudden great urge to snatch Kgosi and flee. Perhaps your eyes communicate some of this desire, because Manjiro leans forward, lowering his voice to almost a whisper.

“I’m not going to hurt you, __.”

A sob rips from your throat, and yet you’re able to remain relatively upright in your seat.

“You already have.”

Now it’s Manjiro’s turn to cry, silent streaks trickling down his cheeks, hidden from view of the other men in the room.

“I know, I know I have, and again, I am so sorry. I promise now though that I’ll be there for you, you and Kgosi both. You’ll never want for anything ever again- just say the word and you’ll have it, whatever it is you need.”

At this point, Kgosi is becoming a little restless. He whines quietly and wiggles in Manjiro’s grasp. The man looks to you for help.

“He’s sleepy. He hasn’t had his nap today.”

Nodding once, Manjiro hands him to you, Kgosi quickly adjusting himself and snuggling into your chest. You begin gently bouncing and rocking him, and soon the little tot is fast asleep in your arms.

Manjiro lovingly strokes a finger down Kgosi’s cheek as he sleeps, cooing very quietly as the boy subconsciously leans into the touch.

“He looks just like you.” He eventually says, eyes still fixated on the sleeping child.

“He’s got your eyes.” You speak in return, somewhat unsure of where that response came from.

Your heart still aches with the pain Manjiro’s caused, but that same pain, which once radiated sharp and persistent, has begun to fade to a dull echo. You don’t know that you’ve completely forgiven him yet, but as you watch him gaze upon your son with a glimmer of light in his eyes, you think you may be becoming more ok with the notion.

“I mean it, __.” Manjiro’s voice is stern, his expression determined when he turns to look up at you. “I may not always be there physically, but say the words, and I’ll come running.”

You search Manjiro’s face, eventually deciding that yes, he’s serious.

“Alright. But you had better uphold your promise. Else I won’t forgive you next time.”

Manjiro gives one slow, solemn nod of understanding. He stands, gesturing to the scar-headed man for something.

He brings it over quickly, and from where you’re sitting, it appears to be a paper sleeve with something in it.

Deciding against immediately launching into asking questions, you sit patiently while Manjiro unsheathes whatever’s in the sleeve out of your view, staring at it momentarily before turning and handing it to you.

Your eyes shift back and forth between the two, and you wait for an explanation.

“My other hand’s kind of occupied at the moment so I can’t take whatever this is out of the sleeve.”

Another gesture and the job’s done for you, and you do your best not to jostle Kgosi too much when you gasp.

“I-is that-...”

“Yes. It may seem a bit excessive, but this is the best of the best. And I want you to have nothing less.”

“People are bound to ask questions when I use this.”

“Then you’ll just have to tell them to fuck off and mind their own business, hm?” Manjiro smiles at you, and again, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Or,” he leans down, lips inches away from yours. “You could always tell them about how much of an excellent provider your husband is.”

You look away, flustered, and Manjiro laughs, the sound tinkling like a little bell in your ear.

You take the card, now back in the sleeve, from the scar-headed man’s hands, gingerly placing it in the breast pocket of your coat.

“Well I uh…thank you, Manjiro.”

The man hesitates, leveling you with a critical stare.

“No nickname for me?” You’re a little caught off guard by the question. Your brow furrows in confusion.

“What, you want me to call you Mikey?”

“No, I want you to call me-”

“I am not calling you daddy or some shit like that.”

A snicker can be heard from the purple haired men, which is quickly silenced by a look from Manjiro.

“No, call me like you used to. When we were kids.”

You rack your brain trying to remember what other name there could be when the memory comes crashing into you.

“Mani?”

Visible only to you, a bright blush colors Manjiro’s cheeks, his eyelids fluttering slightly.

“There it is. I knew you remembered. Call me that from now on, yeah?”

You roll your eyes but the movement is fond. “Sure.”

After that, the scar-headed man gathers your things, and you’re escorted to the front of the residence.

As you leave, you notice that Manjiro doesn’t follow, and panic briefly bubbles up in your chest.

“Manji-! Mani,” you quickly correct yourself. “W-...will we see you again?”

The man is silent for some seconds, and you fear he’ll say no, before he walks over to you, leaning down and forward and placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“There’s a number on the inside of that sleeve. Memorise it, keep it somewhere safe. As I said before, whenever you need me, call me, and I’ll be right there.”

Manjiro sounds so certain, so reassuring, that for the umpteenth time today, you feel yourself about to cry.

A wobbly smile curves your mouth, and Manjiro returns it with a steadier one of his own.

“Remember you said that. I’ll be calling you pretty soon, you hear? Kgosi’s got his kindergarten graduation ceremony comin’ up and you had better be there.”

Mikey lifts his bandaged hand, laying it over his heart. “You have my word. Just send me the details when you get the chance.”

Satisfied, you turn and follow Mr. Scar out of the room and out to the car. Once you’ve got Kgosi settled, you turn to get into the passenger seat, finding Manjiro watching you from one of the windows.

You wave, and he returns it, and your heart begins to ache with the thought of having to be away from him again.

Pushing the pain aside, you slide into the front seat, and soon Mr. Scar is pulling out of the driveway.

The ride back proceeds smoothly, and some minutes into its duration, you turn to observe the scarred man.

At this point, you’re frankly sick of calling him that, so you decide to simply ask:

“What’s your name? No offense, but I’ve been calling you variations of “the scarred man” in my head since we met, and if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to stop doing that.”

The man’s eyes slide toward you before sliding back to the road.

“Kakucho. You can also call me Hitto if that’s easier.”

You think on it for a moment, before finally settling for a name.

“Kaku!”

The car swerves slightly at your outburst, and you laugh at Kakucho’s expression.

“What, you don’t like it? I tend to nickname all the people I consider close, and I assume we’ll be getting to know each other at least a little more now that I’ve reinstated contact with Manjiro.”

You smile at him, and you can see the man fight down a smile in return.

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“You can just call me __ by the way, no need for formalities.”

Instead of contesting, the man only nods, and you relax back in your seat.

It feels like it’s becoming easier, accepting the notion of forgiving Manjiro. You don’t know the full story, and you can’t deny that you’re still somewhat wary of who and what he’s become, but you know that you still hold love for him, even despite it all. And if he wants to be there for Kgosi, well, even better.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo revenger x reader #mikey sano #x black reader #black reader #x black fem reader #bonten #bonten timeline #bonten tokyo revengers

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eetherealgoddess · 2 months

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Someone requested a bonten/purge au in one of my comment sections forever ago. Hope you enjoy!♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄWork Nightꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten/Purge Au

❦You work during the purge❦

Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Work Night

Recently, you learned about the extra money you could make by working on Purge night. Usually, you wouldn’t stay out during the ‘holiday’ but you decided to try it. Now, why wouldn’t you just go out and steal from a bank or something? Because, that’s a death sentence. Other people are out doing the exact same thing. At least you’ll still be safe inside. The job is to clean and mandate the shop, protecting the merchandise while it stays closed. Fortunately, the store you work in has never been broken into, or stolen from, nobody really caring for flowers on a night as chaotic as this, which makes your job easy.

Unlike other stores surrounding you, this one is a small business, and the price to protect it was too good to pass. You’re also not alone, currently sweeping the floor amongst the other two coworkers who are taking care of the other chores on the checklist. Hearing tapping on the window, the three of you look up, your body jolting as you eye the masked strangers

“Do you know them?” One of your coworkers questions. You respond with a shake of your head as your grip on the wooden stick tightens while your body tenses. You all stood quietly, examining the tall figures. Blood stains their suits as well as the weapons that are hanging to their sides. One of them moves closer to the window before he taps the metal bat against the glass and tilts his head, the moonlight exposing the red liquid splattered on the white crying mask.

“The doors are locked right?” The other coworker questions.

“Yeah.” You respond breathlessly. Your heart pounds against your chest as a sense of dread forms when they all move closer. You gasp as the man pulls his arms back and slams the bat against the glass. Shards shatter everywhere before they step inside. You hear your coworkers shriek as you all scramble to run towards the back door.

“Fuck!” You hiss just as you move out of the way right before the person with the baton could crack your skull. You make eye contact through the mask, an eerie smile plastered on the white face. You fall in the process, rolling your body out of the way before the weapon could meet your stomach, smacking a piece of glass when making contact with the floor.

“Pesky little thing.” He all but purrs as you get back on your feet. Your head turns to the person with pink hair holding a katana closing in on one of your coworkers who backed into a corner.

“Please! Don’t kill me!” Her legs shake as she holds her hands up, her eyes wide as tears fall down her face. The mask holds a frown that resembles the person’s grip on the weapon before they pull back and penetrate her chest. You gasp right before dodging the machete that almost slices through your neck, turning your attention to the purple mullet who has on a mask that displays an expression of laughter.

You change your direction, running towards the large hole in which they entered, passing the man using the bat to beat your male coworker’s face into unrecognition. You hop through the hole and run aimlessly, your only thought to get somewhere safe and hide from not only your current tormentors, but anyone else who’s lingering around to be a menace on this celebratory night.

“Please, please, please.” You beg to whatever deity can hear you above, your legs burning as you feel tightness in your stomach from running faster than you’ve ever had to before.

You force yourself to sprint through the pain as you hear footsteps behind, not bothering to turn around. Your adrenaline pumps as you continue down the sidewalk. You begin to struggle to breathe the longer you push yourself, attempting to take in deep breaths and releasing as a way to fight through the pain. You knew you couldn’t stop, especially with the footsteps closing in behind you.

You make a side glance to an alleyway and turn into it, hoping to find a way through by a shortcut. Before you can continue, a hand grabs your bicep and snatches you back.

“Where do ya think yer goin?” The random middle aged man pulls you toward him with a gun against your head. He wrapped an arm around your neck and leans closer to your ear.

“Yer gonna do what I say.” He growls in your ear as his grip tightens while you’re frozen.

“My, my. You’re in quite the predicament, huh?” The man with the machete states, amusement dripping from his tone. The guy holding you turns his attention to the three masked men with confusion on his face.

“Who the hell are you? Go away! This is my kill!” He exclaims with anger.

“Your kill? We found her first.” The guy with the bat argues with a chuckle.

Your eyes widen when you notice that the guy with the katana is missing. Fear engulfing your mind you pull your head forward before slamming it back against the man’s nose causing him to release his grip and cover his wound. Blood drips over his mouth as you move just in time for the weapon to slice through his body, the blade piercing through his stomach now stained with fresh blood. The sound of his gun hitting the ground echoed through the alleyway.

Holy fuck! I just almost got kabobed!

You swiftly snatch the gun from the ground and clumsily aim it at all four men whose attention has turned to you.

“Back the hell up!” You exclaim, scared out of your mind as your hand shakes while holding the gun. Your reaction causes smirks and laughs from the masked figures in front of you.

“Go ahead. Shoot.” Your eyes widened at the male with the katana as your grip tightened on the gun.

Honestly the only time you’ve ever seen a gun was on tv so this is your first time holding the weapon. You had no idea how to use it besides pulling the trigger, but for some reason you hesitate. You breathe heavily as you back up slowly.

“J-just stay away from me! Let me go a-and I won’t have to.”

You stupid bitch, just shoot them! What’s wrong with you?

You look up at the sky, noticing how the night gradually disappears as dawn forms.

Thank God! If I can just hold out till this is over, I’ll be free!

“If you don’t wanna get shot then go away! Now!” You demand, voice trembling as you figure out how to cock the gun.

“Oh? You’re giving us ultimatums now?” The tallest one questions with mirth.

“It’s hilarious that you think you have a say in anything just because you’re holding a gun.” The purple mullet states, crossing his arms with the machete still in his hand.

The sound of their phones going off causes them to grab the devices from their pockets and eye the notification.

“Seems to be your lucky day.”

“Boss needs us guys, let's go.”

“See ya next time!”

They all walk away, leaving you holding the gun as you watch them walk off. You release a large breath as your hand is placed on your chest to hopefully ease the pounding of your heart. Gun still in hand you rush off to your home.

“I-I survived!” You laugh out when you make it inside, locking the door behind you.

“I need to smoke some tree on god.” You moan out before turning on the news.

You listen to the news anchor announcing the end of the purge. You set the gun on the table and walk to your bedroom. After you gather your pajamas you take a quick shower, wiping residue grime and blood, thinking back on your dead coworkers with a shiver.

A few months since the traumatic event passes and your life has only gotten weirder since then. First and foremost, you decided that you wanted to get out more considering you have been a loner for most of your life and don’t really have any major accomplishments since graduating from highschool. Considering the purge was a more recent holiday, you knew that your death could approach even sooner than before.

Anytime you had downloaded dating apps, you never took it seriously enough to make friends or partners so you went out of your comfort zone and met quite a few people this time. Unfortunately, it seems as though after about a week or so they would ghost you for no particular reason that was stated. No matter how much you thought you had bonded with someone, they disappeared as if they never existed in the first place.

You didn’t take it personally at first but after a few times you wondered if there was something wrong with you. It wasn’t until there was someone you talked to for longer than the deadline in which the others had disappeared. You couldn’t believe you caught the attention of someone so attractive but you accepted the circumstances regardless.

More time passes as you two get to know each other and bond quickly, becoming closer than you ever had with someone in a long time. So close that you two decide to spend the purge together at your apartment. He offered his place but you wanted to stay in the vicinity of your own home just in case.

You had just stepped out of the shower while he was in the living room. After drying yourself and lotioning up you put on a different outfit. Just as you step out of the bathroom, you notice a presence with a familiar suit sitting on your bed with his leg crossed. Icy blue orbs pierce your own as your eyes widen.

“R-Ran!” You yell in fear as you run out of the room. “Someone broke in!” You run to the kitchen to grab the gun, only to be pulled back by your arm. You eye the unknown man who looks almost identical to the male you had been seeing though you could recognize that purple mullet from anywhere.

“God, why’d you have to drag this so long?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He wanted her all to himself.” A male with golden eyes says from the couch.

“Ah, yeah. You’ve caught me.” The man with mid length blonde and black hair chuckles, walking towards you.

“He even grew his hair out. Ridiculous.” The pink haired man spits as he walks into the room.

“W-What the fuck is going on?” You yell, eyeing Ran with confusion and anger.

“You know, we could’ve just snatched her that night. Why’d we have to wait a whole year?”

“Cuz it’s fun, Kazu. Didn’t you enjoy murdering all of those people she talked to.”

“Whatever. Let’s just hurry up so we can explain it to Mikey so he doesn’t kill her.”

“What the hell are all of you talking ab-!” Before you could finish you were interrupted by an impact on your head, succumbing to the darkness.

You groan as you wake up with a throbbing headache, aiming to rub your head only for your arms to not move. When your vision is back you notice that your arms are tied behind the chair you’re forced to sit on.

“What is it about you that caught those idiots' attention?” You look ahead to see a man with platinum hair boring into you with dark orbs. Your breath hitches as you become wary of your surroundings. His aura doesn’t help.

“I-I don’t know what’s going on! Please, let me go!”

“Did I say you could speak?” You immediately shut your mouth as you eye him with discomfort.

“You’ve distracted my men. Why?”

You didn’t know whether to answer or not though it’s not like you have a response anyway. Considering the memories that recollected you knew that Ran had been one of the masked strangers from that night. You had no idea why he did what he did or how you caught their attention to the point where you’re not dead yet. You don’t want to find out, all you want is to go home.

“I guess we’ll have to find out.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. You have no idea what he means by that. As if cued, the said group of males walk in, Ran with his original short haired purple style that you remembered from a year ago.

“You found her, you deal with her.” The short man states with a stoic expression before he stands from his seat and walks out of the room.

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astharoshe · 4 months

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Bonten Timeline / Ran and Rindou's tattoos

So, I love it that Ran and Rindou chose their necks for the Bonten tattoo (it's sexy, visible immediately and therefore threatening...)

What I love even more is that they barely had any other options:

The big spider tattoo covers the entire front of their bodies already, from their shoulders down to the ankles. Both only have one side of their bodies tattooed.

Two halves of one tattoo that's only whole if combined with the other.

Same goes for their backs.

So, even if they had a whole side of their body without any ink on it, it's never been free for any additional tattoos. It's for the other half of the existing one.

#haitani brothers #haitani ran #haitani rindou #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #bonten timeline

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 5 months

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This drabble is born from a really angsty brain riot with Bonten's origins, that happened to me after reading this words from @just-sp-in-inginthevoid :

"Bonten is a memorial for Izana, its symbol, its members’ tattoo come from Izana’s earrings and the (天) ten of Bonten 梵天 from Tenjiku 天竺, the (梵) bon of Bonten 梵天 comes from Brahman 梵. (...) There’s no need for Senju to have the same role as Izana in Bonten if she’s not dead."

(I always pictured Senju being death in that timeline, but the reality of the kanjis being literally THAT... ajfshgsjgejgrjg, the pain of this. Wakui, you know how to break us every timeline! 😭)

Bonten was born from pain.

(drabble of the day that Bonten was created)

Warnings: I'm so sorry, this is just angst and hurt/no comfort. I wrote it as an attempt of coping with canon and how painful is Bonten timeline when you actually look closer to it. It's from Koko's POV and everyone is just broke and devastated in their own way. Again, I'm so sorry :(

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

Most people think Bonten is synonymous with fear.

But they are all wrong. Kokonoi knows better.

Bonten is synonymous with pain, it was born in it.

He still remembers the day that Bonten was created, even if it wasn't the official date, any of the executives would pinpoint the exact same moment.

Probably, only Koko could actually offer a coherent narrative of that night. The only outsider of all the chaos unraveling in front of him.

He still has nightmares of what he saw. But is not what happened what haunts him, no. Is the voices, the faces surrounding him.

Wakasa covered in blood, his eyes looking completely empty. His blank stare, like he couldn't believe who this blood belonged to. Benkei's hand on his friend shoulder, tearing up like a baby.

Takeomi curled up in the floor, sobbing next to his sister's body. Saying “it should've been me” over and over, the older man stuck in a loop of guilt and denial.

The former members of Tenjiku looking shocked, not moving a finger for what was supposed to be their gang, their leader. Koko spent enough time with them to know that, even if they were ruthless, seeing the leader of another gang being shot like that... Was too familiar.

Anyone who looked at them could see they never agreed with that. The ghost of Izana Kurokawa still lingered over them.

Kakucho was shaking, his lips trembling. The rain and the blood mixing with red snow in the scarred boy's mind.

The Haitani brothers unconsciously getting closer to each other. Ran pulling his arm around Rindou in a protective way, the younger one allowing it without complains. Both of them staring at Sanzu, terrified with the possibility of being on the pinkette boy place.

Sanzu's screams were the worst of it. The excruciating pain in his voice while he was holding Senju's body. His little sister's body. How he looked at Takeomi, tears rolling down his cheeks, his gaze filled with hate when he spoke to his older brother “I agree, it should've been you.”

Mikey standing there, the void in his eyes while his knuckles kept dripping with South blood. The man's body at his feet.

That gaze, dark and lacking of any emotion. Pure void that swallowed everything around.

(That swallowed them, trapped them like moths that flied too close to the sun)

Bonten was born from pain.

Bonten grew in pain, thrived with it.

And, Kokonoi is sure that whatever destiny awaits for them...

Bonten will die in pain.

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brennenscolby · 1 year

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The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

#kokonoi x reader #koko x reader #yandere kokonoi #kokonoi smut #kokonoi hajime #koko x y/n #kokonoi hajime x reader #Kokonoi x reader smut #Kokonoi hajime x reader smut #hajime kokonoi #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #bonten #tokyo manji gang #bonten timeline #bonten kokonoi #yandere community #community label: mature

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darkmermaidao3 · 6 months

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My Bonten Sanzu fic has finally been posted! Chapter One is up! I have a masterlist started that will update as I post.

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 1 year

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Bonten does.

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manjirot · 2 years

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consume

“Maybe if I was born as a boy instead and mom was around then maybe, just maybe… I’d be forgiven…”

kakucho x fem!reader

bonten timeline, arrange marriage, soft sex, fingering, kidnapping, ran being a HUGE tease, implied child abuse, super daddy issues, unprotected sex, pregnancy, violence, murder, angst, pstd

chapter one

“Woah, hold up! You’re saying Gure L/n of the biggest underground gang has a daughter?” Ran Haitani asked in shock.

“Uh huh,” Rin nodded. “I over heard boss and Sanzu talking about a big deal that’s about to go down that has something to do with Gure-sans daughter.”

“Hm interesting,” the older Haitani said, leaning back in his office chair. This deal was quite interesting to to him because of dealing with a woman and nonetheless the infamous Gure L/n.

Just then, Takeomi knocked on Ran’s office door. “Mikey wanna see us all in the meeting room,” he said with a cig hanging from his mouth.

The two brothers nod at the older man and got up to make their way to the meeting room where everyone was waiting. The room was silent until Mikey finally spoke, “I’m aware you all know Gure L/n is, right?”

Everyone nodded. “Well, last night we came to an agreement. He’s willing to give us territory if one of you marry his daughter.” Mikey explained.

The room went quiet again, more quiet than it was before. “Boss, are you sure this guy isn’t bullshittin’ you? How you know he’s just not using his daughter to get intel outta us?” Kokonoi asked.

“Gure-San been doing this since I was a baby.. and I been doing this long enough to know when someone is bullshittin’ me and if he was I would’ve killed him” Mikey replied. “He’s legit.”

“Now, which one of you is jumping the broom?” Mikey asked coldly. The men looked around at each other as if they were subconsciously saying I’m not doing shit, you do it.

These men are whores. They loved sex, women, temptation, money and drugs. Being tied down to one woman was a big no no.. I mean where’s the fun in that, right?

Ran looked around the room and saw Kakucho in a world of his own. Stoic as ever. Mans probably haven’t had any pussy in months or years so this is a perfect opportunity for him, Ran thought.

“I say Kaku-chan,” Ran said, “I say Kaku should marry her. Kakucho grumbled in response.

Mikey looked at Kakucho, “are you against it Kaku?”

“No. No I’m not.” Kakucho answered.

Mikey stood up, “then it’s settled.. Gure-San will bring her tomorrow and you’ll meet her then.” And he left out the meeting room.

“Y/n! Come here,” Gure yelled from the living area, lighting up a cigar.

“Yes, gure-san,” you approached your father as he sat in his big chair facing away from you.

“You remember Mikey don’t you? Anyways I just got off the phone with him and he found your bride,” Gure said.

Oh right…

“Gure-San, about that… I wanna go to college and maybe think about marriage later, you know! Wait let me show you something!”

You ran back to your room and grabbed your sketch book and back to the living area, “see Gure-San! See all these drawings! I really enjoy drawing and I been going to this art class and my art teacher said if I just go to college I can real—”

SLAP.

Gure slapped you… “all I hear you talking about is college this, college that. I bend over backwards for you and this is the fucking thanks I get??” he screamed, veins visibly showing in neck and forehead. He grabbed your sketchbook from your hand and scanned through it and pulled out his lighter, “how bout I get rid of this shit?”

Your eyes widen, “NO PLEASE GURE-SAN!!” you begged, you got on your knees. “I- I’ll marry him, just please don’t burn it!”

Gure threw the book down, “you’re meeting him tomorrow…” he said before sitting back down in his chair, “and y/n, do something that’ll make me proud for once in your life.”

You got up and walked back to your room sobbing into your bed… you remember the first time you called your father “daddy” he looked at you with so much hatred and told you to refer to him as Gure-san. You’d get beaten if you’d slip up and call him daddy and you never understood why he held so much resentment towards you until you over heard him telling one of his subordinates how he felt about you.

“Y/n is the reason why the love of my life is dead.. she had to be born as a girl… that’s why I can’t never ever love her as my flesh and blood.”

Hearing that come from him shattered your heart. You never knew what a mother’s love felt like or a strong father’s love felt like either… you’ve always thought to yourself “maybe if I was born as a boy instead and mom was around then maybe, just maybe… I’d be forgiven…”

It’s the next day and the men of Bonten are standing around waiting for you and your father arrival.

Ran teasingly wraps his arm around Kakucho neck, “aye, if she’s ugly you can always put a bag over her head!” Kakucho didn’t flinch a muscle as the other men giggled expected for Mikey to Ran’s joke.

A black suv with tinted windows pulls up slowly and comes to a complete stop. The driver gets out and opens the backseat doors where Gure gets out first to shake Mikey’s hands. “Where’s my daughters bride? Gure asked in a serious tone.

Kakucho walks up to Gure and bows, “Kakucho.. it’s a pleasure to meet you Gure-San.”

Gure chuckled, “I should be saying that to you, Kaku-Chan! Mikey told me all about you and I think you’re a bad ass motherfucker!!”

Rin bumps Ran with his elbow, “Kaku is totally getting embarrassed,” rin whispered.

The older Haitani chuckled, “I know.” This was a comic relief to ran because he lived off of making Kakucho feel uncomfortable.

Gure whistled, “man you’re huge too! Broad ass shoulders! Wait, how you get that cool ass scar?”

“Ahem…” mikey grumbled.

“Oh, ahem, meet my dau- I mean your wife.. Y/n L/n.” Gure said. You walked from behind Gure and approached Kakucho.

As soon as you stopped in front of Kakucho, Ran was hypnotize by your beauty. Your body was alluring. Your face was so pretty, the only you had on was lip gloss which made you even more attractive.

You bowed to the man in front of you, “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you Kaku-san. I’ll do my best as your wife.” You lifted yourself back up and smiled at him and Ran almost had an heart attack because only an angel smile so sweetly like that.

He wanted you and he had to have you.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev smut #tokrev fic #ran haitani #tokrev kakucho #tr kakucho #fanfic #anime #bonten ran #tokrev angst #tokyo revengers kakucho #kakucho hitto #kakucho smut #daddy issues #bonten mikey #bonten kakucho #bonten timeline

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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Hi!! It's my first time sending a request so I hope this is understandable enough! Could I request bonten (it doesn't have to be all of them!) with an s/o who's an idol? Thank you!

(^з^)-☆Chu!!

𝔖𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢...

𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶, 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

(𝘡𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦- 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰!! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩!)

Being an idol was always your dream, ever since you were little. Through much trial and error, getting made fun of and bullied, and lots of nights wanting to give up, you had finally achieved your dream. What made everything worth working for your dream was your fans, boyfriends, and all the support that everyone gave you, granted being a popular idol had it's downfalls but there was always a positive.

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 adored your singing, he loves your voice in general, but if he had to choose it'd be your singing. He made sure to listen to every song you published and proudly parades around whispering the lyrics while he listens to the song, Mikey loves being able to listen to songs before you release them and give you his honest opinion about them, he often helps you fix something about a song you didn't like. Now it's no secret Mikey loves to nap, it helps him escape from reality for awhile, this being said anytime mikey and you both have free time, he'll ask you to talk to him while he falls asleep. You could vent about how rude people are and mikey can happily snooze away like a kitten.

𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶 is your biggest fan girl, and when I say biggest, I mean it. Sanzu is always buying your merch and will proudly wear any shirts, makeup, hairclips, literally anything sanzu will gladly wear it if you asked him too. He will happily be a model for your clothes as well, doesn't matter if it's a bra, panties, socks, he will agree to wear it and model for you. Sanzu will always make it to your shows, livestreams, and fan gatherings. He won't make himself known at the most conventional times but at least he shoes up right?

𝘒𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘪 is always making sure the company and people you collaborate with will benefit you and won't screw you over. He listens to every worry you have when a big event is coming up and he's instantly making sure you'll be ok. Kokonoi does keep track of your shows so he knows when to show up. Kokonoi isn't a fan of big crowds but he'll happily support you from VIP seats and often times from your livestreams while he works.

𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘰 adores when you have a new dance routine to show him. It doesn't matter what he's doing, he could be asleep at 5 am but happily wake up to see what new dance you came up with or learned. He'll never tell you this but he often practices the dances himself when he's alone, Kakucho gets tired after like three minutes so best believe this man thinks your incredible for being able to do an entire dance. Kakucho is almost like a mother when your at shows, he'll wait backstage with water, and a snack. Please don't reject him or his heart will actually break, you found him literally pouting once when you said you didn't need a sip of water.

𝘙𝘢𝘯 has literally no shame in him supporting you. He crested a fan account for you, granted it's super cringey edits and edited photos of you but he's proud of it too. Yes he is learning how to make proper and better edits, also please tell him you like the edits, he will cry and give you the silent treatment if you say you don't like them. Anytime ran says that he's dating you while talking to other fans at your concerts literally no one believes him, and he gets real petty about it too. He'll purposely call you over to wherever he is and won't stop kissing you just to rub it in, that he is dating.

𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 loves how excited you get when you have new costumes to show him. He takes a million photos and videos of you, if you ever looked at rindous photos, 93% is just you. He just thinks your the most perfect thing in the world and wants to capture every moment of happiness you share with him. He is stingy with the photos and fights with everyone about why he has to send the photos to them. Rindou has such a mean resting bitch face that anytime he's out with you, everyone is so hesitant to ask for photos, like they honestly think rindou is one of your body guards.

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iamfandomtrashandimproud · 7 months

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Kakucho: Are you high?

Sanzu: am I what?

Kakucho: high

Sanzu: hello

#Tokyo revengers #bonten timeline #sanzu haruchiyo #kakucho #kakucho hitto #source: Tumblr

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asirensrage · 4 months

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Finished this today at work...

#my art #tokyo revengers #haitani brothers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #bonten timeline #fan art #i dont usually use watercolour but we did today...

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almostloosingit · 2 years

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All I want is you

Mikey

I wrote this while listening to:

(English isn’t my first language so please ignore any grammar errors if you find them 😗✌️)

Gn reader

Tw: SH, blood, obsession, and some weird shit. Whole shit is just unhealth

Being with Mikey since little had effects on you. From simple things like always carrying a small flag to put on his food, and to actually trauma. Being right there while he cut out small diamonds on both sides of Sanzu’s mouth. The nightmares haunted you for the longest time, but the older you got you became more and more numb to the things he did. And even all of the evil things he did you were always by his side, all of his mental breakdowns where he was losing his mind. You were there for him with no judgment on your face, only a small smile that welcomed him when he went for a hug.

So now the whole Bonten knew you as the only one who can actually understand and take care of Mikey which made you always stay at his place. It was rare to see Mikey alone since you never left his side, not because you didn’t want to, but because you felt like you couldn’t. You remember what happened last time you left him for a week and you didn’t want it to happen again. Even in meetings you weren’t sitting on one of the chairs, you were always standing behind Mikey while leaning on the back of his chair. Then one day you were sent for a mission which required you to spend two days out which was odd in the first place since you were never sent on missions because of Mikey, but you were hoping he could last two days without you by his side.

The moment you open the door to the apartment you felt uneasy, and you know this feeling too fucking well.

Something was wrong, something was so obviously fucking wrong. Your suspicions were confirmed the moment you saw smudged drops of blood on the ground leading from the kitchen to the bedroom.

‘Shit’ you thought to yourself.

You went to the bedroom slowly, the door cracked open, so with a little push it revealed Mikey.

He was sitting on the floor next to his bed hugging his knees to his chest. His arms were covered in blood. His eyes were so much different. They were wide open with no life in them yet so much fear in them like a lost child. His clothes and face were covered in blood and there were few bloody tissues laying around him.

You took a deep breath

“Mikey?” His body froze. He looked in your direction and the second he did tears started to run down his face.

He stood up, almost tripping over his own legs as he almost run in your direction. He grabbed the material that was covering your chest and held onto it for his dear life. His whole body was slightly hunchback while his face was next to your chest. He was weak, he was so vulnerable like a small child. The material was slowly getting more and more wet from both the tears and the blood.

“You came back” he cried out “you’re back your here. I thought you would never come back. I was so worried I thought I would never see you again.” He cried into your chest. Yet you just stood there you knew what to do yet it was so hard to even move. “ I know I’m fucked I know I have mental issues I know I’m pathetic. But please don’t leave please never leave me alone it’s not my fault I miss you the moment you leave, it’s not my fault the moment you leave I wait for you to at least call me so I can hear your voice it not my fault NON of this is my fault but please please stay I-I fucking need you” his snobs became stronger. “I will do anything I promise I will make you feel special. I will make sure you have anything. All I need is you and your love please. Tell me how disgusting and selfish I am to want you to say. I just can’t handle the idea of you leaving. I couldn’t sleep. I was up all night. I was hoping you were okay and you would be back but with each hour each minute I felt like you would never come back. Please you can’t leave me.”He was trembling. To see one of if not the most dangerous men in Japan shake under you made you feel almost powerful. It sounds horrible of course you know it was but yet here you were knowing fully well you could have him do anything you want just so you stay with him.

You hated it yet loved it at the same time.

You slowly put your hands around his body and gave him a hug. You felt his whole body relax. After a few seconds one of your hands moves to slowly play with his hair while you give him a small kiss on the top of his head.

“Mikey I need you to follow me to the bathroom” he didn’t say anything and just let go of your shirt while his head was still looking down. You took his hand and led him to the bathroom where you sat him on the side of the bath.

You took out the first aid out of the cabinets. You always made sure you had everything you needed in it not always because of Mikey I mean you sometimes had to take care of the rest of Bonten members after missions sometimes even yourself.

You took out bandages and some gauzes. You wrap the gauze around the wounds on both arms and wrap the bandages on top. You can’t even take Bonten exclusives to the hospital so taking their leader to the hospital is even more out of the question. Yes they have a special doctor if shit gets serious but it was rare so that is why you learned how to take care of stuff like that I mean deep ass wounds weren’t something you weren’t used to. You looked up at Mikey and took his face into your hands. He still wasn’t looking at you but you could see more things now. His usual eye bags were even worse, his usual pail skin was even more pail which you thought was almost impassible.

You felt bad but not for Mikey. You felt bad for Mikey from the past. If only he knew, would he do all of thi again? Would he fuck himself up like that again. You hate it. You hate it yet you stayed with him. You stayed not because you felt bad, you stayed because of the memories you have with him. You remember all of the good memories you two had. You remember how you and the rest of Tokyo Manji would go on late night rides or when he was a blushing mess when you coughed him staring while you were changing your shirt. When you two and the rest of the boys would go to the beach or café. Or the more romantic moments between you two like they say you went for a bike ride in the rain then stopped somewhere with a beautiful view or when he told you to dress up all pretty and took you to a quiet yet beautiful place where he asked you for a dance in the moonlight. You know all it was now were memories and you should have left the moment the red flags started to appear you yet couldn’t bring yourself to.

You loved him.

It was toxic, sick and twisted love but it was love that’s all it matters right?

“ Mikey you need to tell me why you did it love.” You said with the most clam voice you could.

“I-“ he posed as he looked into your eyes “I was scared you wouldn’t come back and I didn’t know what I would do without you I can’t lose you I can’t lose you, you’re my only reason.” His eyes now search around your face for any reaction.

His ‘reason’?

What kind of reason?

Reason to continue Bonten?

Reason to believe in love?

Reason to not let all hell loose?

Reason to stay alive?

You don’t know and you never asked, you don’t think you want to know.

“You knew I was on a mission Mikey. What in the world made you think I would leave?”

You never thought you gave him a reason to think that. And if you wanted to leave you would make sure he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

“I know I know but- it’s just that I know you deserve so much more that I don’t deserve you I- I’m fucked up I know that I know I- I just can’t let you go it impossible I would rather die then see you happy with someone else!” He looked so desperate again like a small kid not wanting to be left behind. “All I need is you, all I want is you.”

You took his head and hugged it and after a few seconds you felt his arms around you. You don’t know how long you stayed like that but after that you took a towel and soaked it in warm water and started to wash the blood off of his face. You also took off his shirt so you could wash the blood that soaked through this top and went onto his skin.

After that without a word you took Mikey’s hand and sat him on the bed . You kissed his cheek and gave him fresh clothes and helped him change into it. You told him to wait for you here and even though he was hesitant at the beginning he agreed. You made him something quick to eat and drink and brought it to him to eat. While he ate you started to clean the blood as well as blood soaked tissues off of the floors and anything else it was on. After he was done you took the plate and the mug and put it in the dishwasher.

After you were finished with all of the cleaning you came back into the room and started to change. You feel his eyes on you. You could also see him in the reflection of the mirror. He looked like he was under a spell. You took off your shirt and looked back at him.

“You alright?” You asked calmly. His face turned red the same it did a few years ago.

“Y-yeah I’m alright” he said while looking away. You gave him a smile and turned around to continue changing and the moment you did his eyes were back on you.

When you finished you laid down under the covers with your arms open inviting him into a hug.How could he ever say no? In seconds he was in your arms almost purring from happiness.

Having the incredible Mikey, the leader of Bonten, the number one of Bonten wrapped around your finger was good even though you had to deal with all of his shit. But that’s not the real reason you can’t leave. The real reason you can’t leave are those moments that make it all worth it.

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